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princess of the north

in case i dont end up posting again over the holidays, i just wanna say i hope everyone has a great holiday season and a very very happy new year!!!!

pairing: cregan stark x fem!targtower!pregnant!reader

description: cregan has grown older and happier throughout his years as warden of the north with his beautiful new wife at his side. however, when he married into the royal family, he had not considered how frequently he would need to interact with his in-laws.

warnings: NO DANCE AU!!! (rhaenyra ascends the throne peacefully), weird blend of book and show timeline, slight description of character (silver hair, purple eyes, that’s it!!!), smut, reader gets pregnant like halfway through, pregnancy sex, oral, piv, SEX IN FRONT OF A FIREPLACE ON A BEARSKIN RUGGGG oml

words: 9.7K

date posted: 10/12/24

The winter had been very forgiving, thank the gods. It had been remarkably short, just under eight years in total, meaning that it had come to a close with plenty of food still in storage and northerners who were more than willing and able to transition into the oncoming summer with ease.

Winterfell was left in a generally stable state, aside from the fact that there was a greater need for livestock now that they not only had an additional mouth to feed, but also a fully grown dragon who resided in a make-shift dragonpit only a few minutes ride beyond the walls of the castle–a wedding gift that the Lord of Winterfell had prepared in anticipation of his new wife’s arrival. Otherwise, the North seemed to be in greater shape upon the dawn of this new summer than it had in all of Cregan’s years.

The greatest of Cregan’s accomplishments, of course, was his new wife. At the beginning of the winter, he had not expected that he would be married by the end of it, but with the arrival of Prince Jaeaerys on his official tour of the realm also came his proposal of marriage between Lord Cregan and his own aunt, the youngest daughter of the late King Viserys I and his second wife, Dowager Queen Alicent Hightower. He had been hesitant to consider this offer–he’d never met the woman, which was not uncommon for marriages of such high status, but he’d been fortunate enough to have been able to form some sort of friendship with his late wife prior to their union. Jace had brought along with him the terms offered by his mother, in her own hand, of course, as well as a portrait of the woman in question.

Cregan was not above admitting how taken he’d been with the sight of the princess, even if it were only a recreation of her beauty on canvas. He’d heard of her beauty before, it was rumoured around the realm, but seeing it was entirely different, a sort of beauty he could not have imagined on his own.

“Tell me, my prince,” Cregan asked him, hardly drawing his crystal blue gaze away from the portrait, “you are her blood and have grown up with the princess, is this painting to her likeness?”

Jacaerys smirked, “Of course, Lord Stark. My aunt is known to be one of the most beautiful women ever to live.”

Cregan pursed his lips. He was aware of the strange customs of the Targaryens, having married brother to sister and uncle to niece for generations. Jacaerys could be speaking the truth, for he himself could hold some sort of affection for his aunt, but Cregan did not suspect as such. Intead, his greater question was whether Jacaerys could be lying to him out of political gain; as his mother’s envoy, it would do him no good to suggest that the artist had not accurately painted her. Her looks were of no concern to him, but he valued honour and truth over all else. If they were attempting to attract him to the deal by portraying the princess as such a beauty over anything else, he would be personally insulted to discover that he’d been lied to, a snub from the royal family would not be taken kindly by House Stark.

“What say you?” Cregan turned to the group of men standing just to the left of the prince, all who seemed alarmed at Lord Stark’s attention being turned to them, “How do each of you vouch for the princess?”

The men, one at a time, attested to the princess’s beauty until he stood before the smallest and visibly youngest of the men.

“And you, lad?”

“I’m afraid the portrait fails to depict the princess, milord,” The boy grew rosy in the cheeks as he imagined the princess in his mind, eyes drawing towards the portrait, “That is her, yes, but only as close as the Master Holbein could have made it, for I do not think it possible to recreate such beauty. She is gifted by the gods, surely, milord, both in beauty and manner. She is kind, brings food and toys to orphans in Flea Bottom and ev’rything, milord.”

Cregan, taken aback by the answer from the youngest boy, turned back to Prince Jacaerys, who seemed equally as surprised as he did pleased with the answers of his men.

“This is true, milord,” Jace said, “the princess is known among the people for her generosity, among her other talents and traits. It cannot be denied that her mother, the Queen Dowager, was not fond of my family, nor us of her, but the princess was raised better than any of us, I would say. Take the night to think on it, I would hope to send word to the queen before I leave Winterfell at noon.”

Cregan did as instructed, thinking on it long and hard. Her beauty had been their main selling point, something that could not be denied from the portrait sent of her. Lord Stark had half a mind to hang it upon the mantle in his bedchambers whether he takes her to wife or not, but it was not her beauty that had truly swayed his decision. Instead, he thought over the young lad’s words; a southern lady scarcely thrives in the North, a nation nearly as large on its own as all of the remaining six kingdoms put together. The weather was harsh, and the people were harsher, something he could not imagine a Targaryen princess handling well. However, he’d heard of Alicent Hightower’s assertiveness and ability to lead while her husband was incapable and Rhaenyra was in Dragonstone. If what Jacaerys had told him was true, the princess would be dutiful and loyal, and according to the prince’s men, kind beyond words. Beauty may have factored into his decision on a personal level, but he also met the prince the next morning with his acceptance mostly on the basis that he believed that the princess would be wholly capable of helping him rule the North.

He wrote to her a week after Jacaerys departed from Winterfell, certain that the news would have already arrived in the capitol and she would already be aware of their arrangement. He would have little time between her arrival in the north and their wedding to meet with her in private, so this was his best hope. He was pleased to receive a raven in return only three days later, neat handwriting befitting a princess scrawled across the parchment. It was not much, but Cregan was able to learn some things about her through the letters, making it seem like he was less-so marrying a stranger and more as if she were a distant friend.

The month following, the princess would depart from King’s Landing in a procession he was told seemed a mile long. He waited with anticipation, Winterfell in a flurry of servants and guards to prepare the castle to house the royal family and their household, as well as for the wedding itself, and only one more month would pass before his bride had arrived within the walls of Winterfell.

Cregan had bowed respectfully to the Queen Dowager as she stepped out of her wheelhouse, then to the two silver-haired princes who arrived on their steeds. His eyes scanned the growing crowd for any sight of his betrothed, finally catching sight of her as she took the hand of a Dornish white cloak to balance herself as she exited the wheelhouse, a pretty white fur-lined cloak wrapped around her shoulders, almost blending into the pale blonde of her hair. She was, indeed, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had traditional Valyrian looks, but also held an aura of softness.

She was nervous as she curtsied before her, but seemed happy enough with his appearance and manners as he greeted her with a kiss to her leather-gloved knuckle. The moment was broken apart by her mother’s level tone, requesting to be brought to her chambers for some rest before supper. That evening Cregan found the portrait of the princess that he’d received months earlier and personally hung it above the mantle in his bedchambers. He thought it was safe to say he was smitten.

The princess appeared bashful in his presence, though he was partially certain that her discomfort was brought on by her ever-present family, each looming nearby as if waiting to intercept his attempts of conversation with his betrothed. He could not decide who he had grown to loathe the most; Aegon had already drank a generous portion of Winterfell’s wine cellars even before the wedding, and often joined the conversation with the goal to tease his sister and see her shrink in embarrassment; Aemond was constantly looking to best anyone in his path, and seemed almost possessive over his sister’s attention; her mother had hardly allowed them a moment alone, constantly insisting on supervising any time that he would invite her for any sort of activity, or set one of her brothers after them instead. Alicent had a habit of speaking for her daughter, meaning that Cregan had no opportunity to truly know her while her mother was present, while her brothers made it impossible to even speak to one another at all.

He was finally glad on their wedding night, when he’d arranged the head table to be broken into three, leaving the happy couple to sit above the rest and finally receive some alone time. She had been radiant in her gown of white furs and fleeces, meeting him beneath the weirwood tree with her eldest brother at her side to give her away. He’d been glad to tear away the cloak of red and black, intricately interwoven into a field of green and gold at the bottom–it would be unlike Alicent Hightower to allow her children to wear the Rhaenyra’s colours without her own as well. It would be hard to tell whether she looked prettier in the harsh colours of her maiden cloak or in the dull ones of his own, but he couldn’t help but note how greys and blues suited her better than he could have imagined.

He could tell her family was less than pleased with this arrangement, making an effort to step in for every miniscule matter that caught their attention. Cregan watched her from the corner of her eye as she shakily took a long drink from her cup. He finally found time to chat with his wife, slowly watching in awe as her walls slowly began to come down as she found herself giggling along with him and whispering into his ear.

“What of the leftovers?” She’d asked, breaking their previous conversation topic.

“Leftovers?” Cregan repeated.

She nodded, staring at him with wide eyes expectantly, “The food. There will be plenty of leftovers–they should be brought to the nearest towns.”

“Is that a command, princess?”

She appeared bashful at his response, walls slowly building back up around her, “I-I- My apologies, Lord Stark, I–”

He grinned at her playfully, his large palm cupping her cheek affectionately, “If you wish it, you shall have it. I intend to make you very happy, my love.”

She smiled, her beauty shining through even stronger as she became more and more comfortable around him, “Thank you, husband.”

Cregan pushed himself to stand, the sound of his chair pushing back cutting through the chatter and music and laughter filling his hall, all eyes turning to him expectantly.

“My lady wife has made her first official command as Lady of Winterfell,” his voice carried through the hall with stern ease, and the attention of the crows quickly turned to her, “Lady Stark has decided that all leftovers from our wedding feast will be donated to the people of Winterstown.”

The crowd had been quick to applaud, deafening cheers throughout the great hall, northerners seemingly pleased with her decision or, at the very least, just excited to have another reason to be celebrating. He caught the glance she sent to her mother, and the happy grin that covered her face as the Dowager Queen sent her a sign of approval. His lady wife was kind, and sweet, and he was certain that, once she gained her footing in the North, would serve as a strong and dutiful Lady of Winterfell, all of which he muttered into her ear as he had her for the very first time that night.

Three years would pass, he’d been right to assume such things of his wife. He’d quickly discovered that she was able to thrive without the looming shadow of her mother and brothers. She had been slow to find her footing in the beginning, some of his bannermen even questioning his choice in wife, but she was determined to prove them wrong, and in doing so, warmed Cregan’s heart even more.

They’d discussed children in the past, and both had decided that they were happy enough with Cregan’s son from his previous marriage for the time being. They were not trying, but they were also not not trying, which is how she found herself swelling with her first child just as winter came to an end. Her husband had been insatiable in their first year of marriage, but once he knew that she carried his child in her belly, there was scarcely anything that could stop him from having her each and every night.

Summer brought a homier feeling to Winterfell. People were not quite so afraid or negative as the desolate conditions faded away. Summer in the North was nothing compared to the many summers she had spent in King’s Landing, where she had once enjoyed the warmth of the sun on her skin, exposed beneath her more revealing gowns than those she was able to wear in the North; the lords of the North had criticised her choice in dresses early on in her marriage, and she had no doubt that their wives spoke harshly about her in her absence. She was by far the youngest of them, and was also the only one who could afford to wear such fine silks layered over her thick fleece and fur underdresses. Cregan knew better than to try and argue against his wife’s will–Lady Stark or not, she was a Targaryen princess through and through, and now that he had helped her build up her confidence, there was no way he was about to take that away from her (especially when she looked so so beautiful). She was thankful that she was able to cut down on the layers she needed now that the weather had transitioned from inhospitable to frigid, though she knew it was coming time to transition her wardrobe as well now that her breasts and belly were beginning to swell.

The change in season also brought a wave of new duties. Winter was undoubtedly the most difficult and busy season for the lord and lady of Winterfell, but the transition to summer also brought the beginning of the agricultural season. Farmers and fishermen alike flocked to Winterfell to speak their needs and wants to their liege lord and lady, and Cregan found himself busy with attending to the replenishment of all of the North’s resources for Winterfell, all of his bannermen, the Wall, and all of the towns in the North. He’d made his wife agree to take a lesser load of duties now that she was expecting, dealing with issues within their own household so he could instead focus on bearing the burdens of the North all on his own, though this meant there was less and less time that they were able to spend together.

Each morning, Lady Stark was awake and on the move early enough to meet with the maester and stewards and advisors, sharing no more than a few sweet words and touches with her husband as he watched her dress before she was out the door. They would see each other in passing throughout the day, sharing loving glances across the courtyard as they attended their duties and occasionally catching each other in the corridors, and she was normally in a deep slumber by the time he came to her chambers every night. Both of them were growing restless in their time apart, especially with her ladyship’s heightened emotions and hormones.

She had just finished speaking with the mistress of the orphanage in Winterstown when the maester came to her, a neatly folded piece of parchment in hand that bore her mother’s seal. She smiled to herself as she brushed her thumb over the thick spot of green wax, glad to have a response for her most recent letter to her mother to deliver the news of her pregnancy, along with a request for some new silks to be sent in order to accommodate her changing body. Breaking the seal, she scanned over the letter with her eyes, a small gasp leaving her mouth as she read over her mother’s words.

“My lady?” Maester Elryn asked, concern evident on his wrinkled features, “Is everything alright?”

“Yes,” she smiled tightly at him, “My apologies for my reaction. Could you ask Lord Stark to come to me when he is free?”

“Of course, my lady. Anything else?”

“That is all, thank you, Maester Elryn.”

Cregan came to her two hours later, finding her seated at the small desk in the corner of her chambers. He paused to drink in the way she looked, having scarcely seen his wife for more than a moment all day. Her body was changing in the most glorious ways possible, and the bodices of her gowns were growing even tighter than before, her breasts threatening to spill over the neckline with every breath, and her belly growing firmer and rounder to accommodate his child. His smile widened as she turned to glance over her shoulder, her eyes softening as she finally took note of her husband’s figure in the doorway.

“You called, wife?”

“My love,” she greeted, pushing herself to stand with a gentle hand cradling her barely-there bump, “It seems it has been forever.”

His heart thumped against his ribcage at her action, chest growing warm at the sight of her maternal instincts already kicking in before she had even passed through her first few months

He closed the door behind him, crossing the room to meet her before she was able to move too far. His palm cupped her cheek, the other finding its place over her own against her belly, “Longer than forever to me.”

She grinned, leaning up to press a sweet, lingering kiss to his lips, giggling to herself as he chased after her and grunted as she pulled away. He pressed small kisses to her cheeks, across the curve of her jaw, and down the column of her neck, leaving small nips in his wake. His wife pushed at his chest helplessly as she continued to laugh, the soft growth of hair along his own jaw tickling her with every brush of his lips on her skin.

“I called you up here because I needed to speak with you,” she whispered to him, body slowly relaxing against him as she sank into his embrace.

“Speak, then,” he ordered, thick fingers tugging at the laces of her dress.

She shook her head, rolling her eyes at his antics, “I wrote to my mother a few nights ago, I need silk for new dresses. I’m sure you’ve noticed that my own are growing rather…tight.”

His mouth dropped to nip at the bulging flesh of her breast peeking over the neckline of her gown, “I certainly have.”

Her head tilted back, letting both a laugh and a breathy moan at her husband’s attack on her chest as he quickly laid her back on the bed, “She has written back to me. She says I shall have as much silk in as many colours as I wish.”

Cregan hummed in response, quickly peeling the layers of her gown away until she was left in only her thin white shift, her words going ignored as he tugged and pulled at her clothing until she was bare before him. He stared down at her, running his hand over his jaw as his eyes trailed over her breasts, heaving and swelling with milk, then down over her small bump, and finally to the place where her thighs clenched together.

She pushed herself up to sit before him, her own hands reaching out to tug at his clothing. He was quick to help her, shucking off his layers and boots until he stood before her in only his heavy leather breeches. His wife grinned up at him, pressing a gentle kiss against his own belly, a layer of soft flesh over his firm, almost inconspicuous muscle.

He pushed at her shoulder, chuckling as the mattress bounced beneath her as she was laid back again. He crawled over her, returning to mouthing over her neck, over her shoulders, and finally coming across her breasts.

“She says she will deliver them personally,” she uttered, whining in protest as he paused, pulling back to focus directly at her face.

“Personally,” He repeated, more for his own sake than a question of clarification, “your mother intends to come to Winterfell.”

She pouted at him, fingers carding through his long hair as she attempted to soften him to the news, “She wishes to be here for the birth. I know she can be…difficult, but it would bring me comfort to have her with me as I bring our firstborn into the world.”

He sighed, his head falling into her shoulder, “If this is what you wish, then this is what you shall have.

She smiled, remembering when he spoke the same words to her on their wedding night. She pressed a kiss to his forehead, winding her legs around his hips and hugging her tightly to her chest.

“Thank you,” she smiled at him as he finally pushed himself up to gaze down at her once again, “my mother can be difficult, as I said, but I wish for her to know her grandchildren, as she does my niece and nephews. I promise you, she will be on her best behaviour.”

“I believe you,” He pressed a kiss to her lips, mumbling against her, “but I must ask that we do not speak any more of your mother at the present. I do not think she would appreciate what I plan to do to you.”

Cregan did not allow her another moment of peace before his kisses grew in intensity, tongue intertwining with her own while his meaty palms pulled her legs further apart and began to rock his hips into hers. He smirked at the whine that escaped her throat, pressing himself further into her.

“Cregan–”

“I have missed you, my love,” he moaned against her lips, “you cannot possibly believe how much I have been longing for you.”

She chuckled, “I think I can. The maester told me pregnancy can bring on many side effects; discomfort, fatigue, desire…”

Cregan pulled back for a moment, “Should I be concerned about these conversations you have been having with Maester Elryn?”

She scoffed, “You are far too jealous for your own good, my love.”

“You might be too, if you were married to the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms–nay, the world.”

“Flatterer.”

“Can it be called flattery if it is the truth?” Cregan pushed himself to kneel between her legs, palms continuing to push her thighs upward to bare her completely to him. He let out a desperate groan as his eyes settled on her core, barely hidden beneath a neat patch of silver hair, “gods, have you ever been this wet?”

She snorted, raising her leg to press her foot flat to his chest, “It is the pregnancy, as I said.”

His long fingers wrapped around her foot, tugging it up to press his lips against the slope of her ankle, “Then perhaps I should keep you like this, eh? Would you like for your lord husband to fill you with his child, again and again?”

“I am already with child, my love,” she smiled at him, drawing a deep breath from his throat, “I’m afraid you will have to wait a few moons longer.”

“And I will spend every second I have with you perfecting the craft then.”

She sighed in relief as he finally reached between her thighs, fingers catching against her slick hole.

“Cregan, please,” she whimpered, “do something, anything.”

“Anything?” He asked, breathlessly, his own chest heaving in anticipation as she nodded excitedly.

A loud gasp tore from her lips as he finally sunk his fingers into her, her wetness audible to them both as he began moving with slow but purposeful thrusts. His thumb settled on her sensitive bud, making slow, tight circles over the swollen bud, his free hand gliding up from her thigh to tug at her breasts. Her hips rocked in sync with his every movement of his thick fingers, stilling as another one easily slipped inside.

“My love,” she panted, “e-enough, I need you.”

He quirked one of his thick brows at her words, “Should I not prepare you, my heart?”

“I am pregnant with your child, and as we can both tell, I am more than prepared.”

Cregan snorted out a laugh, withdrawing his fingers with a small whine from his wife, “How should you have me then, wife?”

Lady Stark smirked to herself, legs wrapping around his back and forcing him to fold over her, “Take me as you did on our wedding night, only you do not need to be so gentle with me.”

He slipped inside of her easily, a strained hiss sliding between his teeth while her own teeth sunk into his shoulder. Cregan did indeed take her like he had on their wedding night, but against her wishes, was almost as gentle as he had been, out of respect for his child’s personal space, as he had muttered to her. In truth, he simply wanted to take his time with her as he pulled her apart bit by bit, not wanting to rush their first time lying together in the few weeks since summer had come.

When they were finished, he remained inside of her for as long as he could, but the warmth of her and the air around them was far too much. His wife, despite the progress she’d made in the years of their marriage, was a southern woman and despised how frigid the castle could be, earning herself the warmest room in Winterfell and a required constant upkeep of her hearth. Cregan did not mind coming to his wife’s chamber when she needed him throughout the day or early evening, but there was a reason that they’d made a habit of sleeping in his personal chambers each night, where the air was cooler but he was able to keep her warm at night. He carefully pulled away, meeting her for a final kiss before he peeled himself off of the bed, slowly strutting across the room to haul the window open and feel the cool summer air against his burning flesh.

She watched him through hooded eyes, gaze raking down his muscular back, over his plump ass, and down his thick legs. She pursed her lips, pulling one of the heavy furs around her shoulders as she padded across the stone floor to wrap herself around him from behind, fingers hooking together around his belly as her bare chest pressed to his back. After a moment, one of his hands came over to cover her own as she pressed her lips to his shoulder blade.

“My mother wrote that she expects to be here in two moons,” she murmured against his warm skin, “I should begin preparations for them on the morrow.”

Cregan hummed, eyes scanning over the horizon for a moment before he comprehended her words, “Them. How many attendants does she plan to bring with her?”

He felt his wife tense behind him, “About that…”

Two moons later Cregan found himself standing tall in his own courtyard, jaw set as a procession of horses and wheelhouses began to file through the front gate of his ancestral home. He’d been a touch angry with his wife when she had finally revealed to him that it was not only her mother coming, but rather the entire royal family; the queen, her king consort, and all of their children; the dowager queen, the remaining four of her children, as well as Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena’s three children. Winterfell was about to be overrun with heads of silver hair, something Cregan had hoped would only happen as a result of his wife’s genes overcoming his own among their children.

At his side, his wife nervously chewed her bottom lip–a nasty habit he’d grown to detest after she’d drawn blood one night. He knew exactly how her family could be from their short stay during their wedding festivities, and the way that her mother and two older brothers alone were able to affect her, let alone the entire living Targaryen dynasty.

On her other side stood young Rickon, gripping her hand tightly as he struggled to compose himself. The boy was only six years old, but he already seemed to understand the importance of his role as the heir to Winterfell. He’d taken to his stepmother rather quickly, having been an infant when the fever took his own mother. He’d been in need of a maternal figure in his life, and her presence in Winterfell had done nothing but draw father and son closer together with every family supper and breakfast she had insisted on over the years. Seeing her welcome his son into her heart so openly only further pressed Cregan’s instincts to bring their own children into the world, wishing for nothing more than to give his boy dozens of siblings for him to play with.

The procession finally came to a halt just as two large, intricately carved wheelhouses entered the gates, flanked by the king consort and all of the elder princes on their horses. Lady Stark’s nerves only heightened at the sight of the silver-haired men, particularly her elder brothers who almost immediately turned their gaze her way. The queen soon climbed out of her wheelhouse, followed by her own litter of children, Aegon, Viserys, and Visenya. The second wheelhouse opened, producing Dowager Queen Alicent and Princess Helaena and her own children Jahaera, Jahaerys, and Maegor.

The queen came before them, regal as ever in her red cloak lined with black fur. She watched stoically as the three bowed before her.

“The North is yours, Your Grace,” Cregan spoke loud and true, “my family and I are honoured to host you and your family in Winterfell.”

“Many thanks, Lord Stark. I commend you on leading the North through yet another winter,” a smirk tugged at her lips as her eyes turned to his wife, who lowered into another curtsy under her stare, “I hear that Lady Stark has taken to her role quite well. I believe motherhood suits you, sister.”

“Thank you, Your Grace,” Lady Stark nodded in thanks.

The next line of Targaryens filtered through the short lineup of Starks, first Daemon, who scarcely offered any of them a second glance (aside from his niece, who he stared at for a moment too long in Cregan’s opinion). Prince Jacaerys greeted Cregan like an old friend, clapping him on the shoulder heartily while he offered his aunt a polite hug, his younger brothers following, though with less familiarity.

Then came her mother, who hardly offered Lord Stark a moment of her time before she began fawning over her daughter, hugging her tightly before pulling away and pawing at her swollen belly through her layers of fur. A tear escaped the red-haired woman’s eye as she pressed a sweet kiss to Lady Stark’s cheek, then offered a greeting to sweet Rickon, who had shuffled closer to his stepmother in his nervousness. Aegon skipped over Lord Stark altogether, though he certainly was not complaining as he could smell the stench of wine radiating from the eldest prince even before noon, throwing himself onto his sister. She’d stumbled in her attempt to catch him, sending her husband a warning glance as he moved to rip him away from her. Aemond, at least, was more courteous, offering Cregan a polite greeting and kissing his sister gently on the forehead. Helaena was soon to follow, her greeting to Cregan leaving him with a puzzled look as she moved on to place her palm to her sister’s cheek.

“I am so happy to see you, sister,” Lady Stark’s eyes welled with tears. Cregan had been aware of how disappointed his wife had been when her sister had not been able to travel with her for their wedding, but she had not blamed her for choosing to stay behind while she was in her sixth moon of pregnancy, not to mention the poor state of her mind.

Daeron was the most reserved of his good-siblings, showing both Lord and Lady Stark his respect, though he had no personal relation with either. He’d spent most of his childhood in Oldtown under the care of his grandsire’s brother, the Lord of Oldtown, and his own uncle Gwayne. He’d been rather hesitant to even return to King’s Landing after being away for so long; his own mother was a mere stranger, and his siblings had gone on to marry and produce their own children without even a second thought of their youngest brother.

Winterfell’s hall was overflowing with Targaryens and those who served them. Cregan could hardly recognize any of the faces at the tables nearest to his own, his men being pushed farther back into the hall to accommodate the royal family. He, himself, had even been pushed one seat to the right to offer the queen the highest seat in the hall. He was not pleased to be doing this, far too used to southerners coming to the North with such entitlement, but he would take the treatment silently for the sake of his dear wife, who had been so excited for the arrival of her family and had been overtaken by anxiety of ensuring the visit went well.

She sat next to him, dressed in a fine silk gown (new, a design brought by her mother), a deep emerald with golden stitching across the bodice and around the cuffs. Cregan hissed through his teeth when his wife entered the hall, a happy grin on her lips as she cradled her round belly over the dress of her mother’s house rather than her own, though he was eager to greet her and accept her gleeful kiss on the cheek, and he was glad enough to see that her hair had been braided among the stems of various flowers, all of which being indigenous only to the North. Her mother could try with all of her might to try and hold tight to her daughter’s familial tether to the South, but Cregan knew his wife had transformed into a woman of the North–she was no longer simply a Targaryen princess, a dragonrider, she was also his wife, Lady of Winterfell, and mother of his children.

It never escaped Cregan’s watchful stare everytime the Dowager Queen gripped her daughter’s arm when her attention was not focused solely on her, or how she forced a smile each time he joined their conversation at all. If the woman had not been his wife’s mother, he would have gladly warded her away from his wife’s personal space. He understood well enough that his wife was bound to miss her family, especially her mother and sister, but he was afraid to see her begin to slip back into her shell, which had taken him a considerable amount of effort and care to bring her out from in the first place.

He was quickly tiring from the responsibility of hosting an entire flock of Targaryen princes, all of whom considered themselves above the northerners and their laws, customs, and expectations. They most often gathered in the training yards, each more eager to prove themselves over the northerners and each other than the last, except for Aegon, of course, who would rather spend the mornings in his chambers before he would disappear into Wintertown, most likely gone to spend the rest of the afternoon in the only brothel within twenty miles of Winterfell.

Throughout the two weeks to follow, they had barely found a moment to themselves that was not in the early hours of the morn or when the castle is alight with only the light emitted from torches and the moon itself, where Lady Stark was usually so worn out that she had barely enough energy to cuddle into her husband’s side and share a handful of words before her snoring would reach his ears. He made an effort to seek her out when he was granted a brief moment away from his duties, but there was hardly a moment when she could be found without at least one member of her kin at her side; in the nursery with her mother and sister, discussing her duties with the queen, reading with Aemond in the library, or comforting Aegon amidst another bout of alcohol-induced sickness.

The one moment he did find her alone in her personal study, not wasting a single moment before he was hoisting her into his arms and kissing her breathless. He’d been pleased to find that she had no fight in her, easily melting into his embrace and winding her arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss as small mewls of pleasure vibrated against his mouth. He’d almost forgotten that the door to the study had been left ajar, making his good-mother’s entrance even more silent, though he likely wouldn’t have noticed even if she had knocked, fully taken with his wife’s affection.

“Ehem.”

“Mother,” Lady Stark pushed away from her husband, face still with shock and, quite evidently, embarrassment, “I, we did not hear you come in.”

“Yes, as I could see.”

“My apologies, Your Grace,” Cregan nodded to the woman, though his tone was laced with his annoyance, “I’m afraid you’ve been subjected to a moment of weakness.”

“Nonsense,” Alicent’s lips tightened into a strained smile, a touch of tenderness on her face, “it comforts me to know that my daughter is cherished and loved, even so far away. We are not all so lucky to find love in these circumstances.”

His wife rounded the desk, meeting her mother with a tight embrace. For a moment, he felt a pang of sympathy for the red haired woman–it was true, most marriages of such caliber did not afford the couple any form of affection, and he was more than aware of the fortune that had fallen into his lap that day that Prince Jacaerys landed at his gate. The moment came to a crashing end all-too-soon as his good-mother once again dragged his wife away from him, not to be seen again until she was deep asleep in their shared bed.

He’d arranged for a hunt during the visit of the royal family, where he was forced to play the peacekeeper between the queen’s sons and their uncles, all while keeping his eyes peeled for the prize he’d been hoping for; his wife had mentioned more than once that she wanted to find the perfect blanket to gift to their first child, one that can be used again and again with each babe they brought into the world, so it seemed only fitting to him that he be the one to bring her the pelt.

It would be weeks before the warmth in his chest subsided after witnessing her grin and laughter as he presented it to her, two rabbits of a similar white and brown pattern, drawing her away from the large elk that had been brought in for their supper that night. It was a brief moment of privacy amongst the crowd, where she curled her fingers beneath the neckline of his leather doublet and dragged him down to her height, pushing a soft kiss to his wind-bitten cheek, though he was thankful for every moment of it. Her mother stepped in a moment later, grasping her daughter’s hand and willing her to join her in the nursery, where she could continue to preach her wisdom and advice for the soon-to-be mother, though Cregan hoped his wife was smart enough to take it with a grain of salt.

He’d spent the rest of the day both tending to his duties, which have seemingly doubled since the arrival of his wife’s kin, and also offering a hand in preparing the elk when he had a chance; his cooks could do wonders with elk meat, but the kitchen maids often made a fuss when such large animals were brought to whole or at least without being skinned first. He had barely even spared a moment to clean himself and change clothes before supper.

When he arrived in the dining hall, a smaller yet more formal area where he hoped he, his wife, and their many children would all dine together whenever they could. He was, however, miffed to discover the dining hall filled with princes and princesses and queens alike, only two seats left empty–his own, and his wife’s.

His immediate thought was that perhaps she was still readying herself, perhaps she had gotten carried away in the nursery with her mother, and she would be there soon enough. Then, his eyes fell upon the red-haired woman a few seats from his own.

He cleared his throat, drawing silence across his hall, “My apologies, I expect Lady Stark in only a moment.”

Alicent furrowed her brow, directing her words to the rest of the royal family rather than to Lord Stark, “I’m afraid she will not be joining us tonight.”

Cregan raised his own brow, “Why not?”

Alicent’s gaze flickered to his own, “She was unwell this evening–a pain many women know while carrying their children, all she needs is rest.”

“And why was I not made aware of this at once?” Lord Stark felt his blood beginning to boil.

She looked somewhat taken aback, “These pains are normal, they are expected for how far along she is. My daughter–”

Cregan’s heavy palm landed flat on the wooden tabletop, “My wife is my main concern. Any news concerning her or my children should and will be brought to me at once.”

Alicent pursed her lips, appearing to have a few words of choice for her daughter’s husband, though he turned his attention to the queen opposite him on the other end of the long table and looked equally as surprised and amused at the altercation as she sipped her wine.

“Excuse me, Your Grace,” he pushed himself up to his full height, “forgive my absence this evening, but if my wife is unwell I would prefer to be at her side.”

Rhaenyra smirked at him, nodding her head at him, “But of course, Lord Stark. I am honoured that you take such care of my sister. After all, family is everything, is it not?”

He ignored the way that her words seemed to have been aimed at the red-haired woman, who had slouched back into her own seat as a soft pink tinged at the apples of her cheeks, instead nodding at the queen and fleeing the room at once, his hurried and heavy footfalls carrying him through the castle and up to his wife’s personal chambers. He was disgruntled to find that they were empty, save for a servant girl who had been tending to the hearth and directed him to his own chambers.

The hinges creaked as he pushed his way inside, finding two handmaidens hovering worriedly over his wife as she hunched over on her hands and knees atop the plush bear-skin rug, back arched upwards like he’d only seen done by a cat. The two servants froze at the sight of the broad figure crossing the threshold.

“Lord Stark,” one of them rushed to him, “Lady Stark, she is alright, but–”

“Alright?” He scoffed, “She is on the floor in pain, she does not look alright.”

“Cregan,” Lady Stark glared up at him, voice strained with discomfort, “do not speak to my ladies like that.”

He let out a deep sigh, offering the servant a quiet but genuine apology, “Now please, just tell me what is wrong with her, and what I can do to help. Should I call a maester?”

The servant fought a soft smile, touched at the lord’s concern for his wife and child, “Lady Stark is experiencing little more than body aches. Normal for women carrying a child, especially their first. I’m afraid all the maester could do is offer milk of the poppy for discomfort, which could potentially do more harm to the child than good to the mother,” Cregan swallowed at the thought, “We’ve allowed the princess to soak in warm water, and the stretching helps while we prepare a hot pack over the fire.”

His gaze flickered to the small grate across the embers of the fireplace, holding three large black stones over them. He nodded, turning back to his wife, who had turned her face back into the rug while the other servant girl carefully massaged gentle circles into her lower back.

“What can I do?”

“The hot pack should help with the aches, but I’m afraid the best thing may be to keep Lady Stark as comfortable as possible, anything to keep her mind away from the pains.”

He nodded, “Leave us, I should care for my wife on my own.”

The door closed behind the two women as they hesitantly left their mistress’s side, loyal to the very end. Cregan wasted little time in removing his leather doublet and abandoning it on the plush bed, leaving him in only his breeches and thin linen shirt. He crossed the room, kneeling beside his wife and carefully laying his palm flat to her lower back, a small smirk appearing on his lips as she sighed from the relief brought by his large, warm hand.

“If you were not so obviously in pain, I would guess that you were enjoying this, my love,” he chuckled as his hand copied the same circular pattern that the servant girl had applied.

“Shut up,” she turned her head to the side so she could glance up at him, “this is your fault.”

“My fault?” He scoffed, “As I recall, your current condition is the result of your uncontrollable desires.”

She pushed herself up onto her hands, “My what? It was you who was gone to the Wall for more than a moon!”

“And it was you who kept me from my duties until midday on the day after I returned.”

She pursed her lips, “Alright, next time I will allow you to go about your duties without a word. Then we will see which one of us is so insatiable.”

“Be that the case, I’m afraid you may be with child for the next decade or more, my love.”

“Just get the hot pack,” Lady Stark rolled her eyes, lowering her head back down to the plush rug, muttering to herself with a small grin, “a decade or more…”

He obliged, wrapping the stones in a thick woolen cloth before pressing them against the small of her back, a dusting of pink coating his cheeks at the sound she released, back curving inwards as relief overtook her body.

They remained there for a long while, one of his hands holding the hot pack while the other smoothed over her silver hair, braided and still damp from her bath. The stones began to cool against his palm until they were no warmer than her own body heat, finally being tossed to the side.

“How do you feel?” He asked her, hands cradling her head and hip as he helped her roll onto her side.

“Better. Still plagued with discomfort, but better nonetheless,” She smiled softly at him, “I only wish someone may have warned me of the unpleasantness of pregnancy before I agreed to it.”

He barked out a laugh, remembering the many times she had pointed out the many ways pregnancy could ruin any romance in their marriage before it even began, hence their decision to wait before finally trying to conceive.

“If only, eh?” He smoothed the pad of his thumb over her cheekbone, “Is there anything I can do for you?”

A twinkle appeared in her eye, “Well Maryssa did say that you should be doing anything to keep me comfortable…”

Lord Stark raised his brow at her words, “And what was it you only just said about me being insatiable? How have you gone from crippling pain to reaching for my breeches in such a hurry?”

She gasped, faux offense in her eyes, “I am not reaching for you breeches! What do you take me for?”

He quickly manoeuvred her onto her back, leaning down to press a slow yet meaningful kiss to her lips, “My very pregnant, very beautiful, and very impatient wife.”

She whined against his mouth, “I think impatience is quite appropriate given the circumstances. Your child has brought me the greatest joy and greatest pain of my life, and yet I constantly yearn for you, my love.”

“Constant?” He laughed.

“The maester warned me of it,” she kissed him again, “all a part of my hysteria, he called it.”

He hummed, “Which brings me to wonder why I was not made aware of this. I could have…relieved you of this suffering.”

She snorted a laugh, a sound he knew he could never grow tired of, “Cregan, if you do not take my clothes off now I would like to go to bed.”

“And what was it I said about your impatience?”

She pushed at his shoulder playfully, gasping as he grasped her wrist in his large hand and pulled her to sit up, moving to lift her and carry her to the bed when she pushed at his shoulder, shaking her head with a sly grin.

“Here,” she insisted, “it is so warm, and this fur is so soft.”

He shook his head at her, rolling his eyes. Only his wife would be demanding enough as to where he had his way with her and choose anywhere except their marital bed. Only he would be so foolishly in love as to oblige her every whim and allow her to make such demands.

Growing impatient, she began tugging at her own shift, struggling to lift her hips just enough to slide it over her hips and off completely, leaving her bare before her husband while the firelight flickered off of her soft, freshly oiled skin. His eyes fell from her own to her breasts, which had seemingly doubled in size through her pregnancy, then to her rounded belly; only a few moons would pass before she brought their first child into the world, and he could not be any more in love with her. He knew how excited she’d been over the last few weeks as her body developed with their growing child, spending much of her time with little Rickon, who was just as excited to become an older brother as she was to become a mother.

“I am not simply here for decoration,” she growled, reaching up to begin tearing the linen shirt from her husband’s body, ignoring his laughter as she struggling to pull the fabric over his wide shoulders and causing his head to get stuck for a moment, “As I said, fuck me or let me sleep.”

His booming laugh echoed through the chamber, scarcely hearing his wife, a Targaryen princess and Lady of Winterfell, use such coarse language. It was the northerner growing within her, he decided as he obliged, kissing her with every ounce of desire he’d been forced to swallow throughout the duration of her family’s stay, pressing her back to lay flat against the dark brown fur.

Cregan made quick work of kissing down her body, taking a few moments to kiss and suckle and squeeze at her swollen breasts, encouraged by her response to his touch on her sensitive skin as he continued further down. He pressed several playful kisses over her belly, whispering to their child to go to sleep so he could take care of his wife guilt-free. She giggled at this, causing a flood of heat to spread across his chest as he finally crested over the underside of her belly, coming face-to-face with the silver curls safeguarding her womanhood.

Her legs fell apart easily, and he found no resistance as he eagerly began to feast upon her most intimate place. Her fingers curled into the fur beneath her as her whines and whimpers filled the room, unable to reach for his long dark hair with her belly in the way. He was pleasantly surprised to discover how much of her arousal had pooled between her thighs, two of his thick fingers easily slipping into her heat with practiced precision while his tongue massaged her sensitive pearl.

Her body seemed more responsive than ever, thighs quivering against his shoulders as her peak crashed over her once, and then moments later, once more.

He pulled away, noting how her hips had begun to pull away from him, her womanhood more sensitive than ever. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, watching through lustful eyes as his wife grabbed hold of his other wrist, taking the fingers that had brought her to bliss twice only moments before between her lips and sucking them clean. She stared up at him through her lashes, leaning up on her elbow to reach down and paw at the tent that had formed in his breeches, tugging at the laces until they fell open and allowed her to reach inside.

He let out a low growl at the sensation of her hand taking hold of his member, head falling back in relief. Cregan was quick to pull her hand away, shedding his trousers and boots as efficiently as possible so he could lay her flat on her back once more and finally press himself inside of her.

They both let out long, breathy sounds at the stretch; no matter how many times they would lay together, she never quit got used to the intrusion of his thick cock inside of her, He remained still for a moment, regaining his wits as he willed himself not to finish far too early, though he could not guarantee that he would be able to fight his peak for very long after weeks without his wife’s intimate touch.

“Cregan, please,” she whimpered, nails scratching down his arm as she planted his fist next to her head, bracing himself as he began to work slow, deep thrusts into her warmth, his own grunts and gasps of pleasure falling from his lips while her lips fell open to allow wails of her enjoyment fall from them with every punch of his tip against her most sensitive place deep within her.

“My love,” he panted, “For-forgive me…I do not think–”

“Give yourself to me, my love,” she whined, “I need to feel you.”

He nodded, eyes tightening shut as he quickened his pace, chasing his release with grunts and growls and groans until his hips began to stutter, his release pumping deep inside of her until he was shaking. His release triggered her own, pleasure crashing over her for the third time that evening, soaking his length in both of their releases as she clung to his broad frame for dear life.

She whined when he pulled out of her, sensitive from her three climaxes. He took a moment to stare down at her, stormy gaze trailing from her cunt, where their mix juices had begun seeping from her warmth, to her belly, where their child grew. His eyes then moved to her breasts, which heaved with every deep breath the escaped her parted lips, and finally to her face, which shone with a layer of perspiration as she pulled him down to lay next to her on the fur, turning to press her back against his chest and settling into his embrace as he trailed sweet kisses over her cheek, jaw, and neck.

“Thank you,” she whispered, sleep threatening to overtake her at any moment.

“Thank you,” Cregan responded. “I love you.”

“I love you too, husband.”

Silence overtook the room for a moment, only the sound of their slowing breaths and the crackling fire in the hearth could be heard before he finally shared his final thoughts of the night.

“I cannot bear to not have you all to myself for even a moment ever again,” he mumbled into her flesh, “we are never hosting your family again.”

A small chuckle vibrated through her chest.

“I could not agree more.”

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The Twelve Dancing Princes Act One; Everything is changing

Idia's eyes were fixed on the blue-gray carriage that rolled through the castle's gate. The horse rider's every move seemed to foretell something ominous, and when he opened the door, the feeling only intensified. Madam Eliza emerged as the tutor Lilia had hired. Her pale skin starkly contrasted the blue of her dress, and her cold blue eyes seemed to portend something. Even her dogs, standing beside her, added to the sense of foreboding. Idia's apprehension only deepened, the unknown looming more prominent in his mind.

"Idia. what's the matter?" Rook asked.

Idia grabbed his notepad and wrote: "She's here and my bad feelings are growing."

"Oh? Do you need some tea?"

Idia wrote: "Maybe. But I just feel scared."

Idia turned back to the carriage and watched as the bigger man, his muscles bulging under his shirt, grabbed the luggage from the carriage. Even though he couldn't hear a word they were saying, he could read their lips pretty well. The tension in the air was palpable, and Idia's heart raced with anticipation.

"What about the carriage?" The man asked, looking back at the carriage.

"No, my dear Chubby," Eliza smiles. "We won't be needing it again."

Idia gulped and watched how the carriage suddenly collapsed as they walked away. He didn't know how badly damaged her carriage was, but he knew it was due to the rumors about Madam Eliza's sudden bankruptcy. But Idia was getting ahead of himself.

"Your highness," called the royal advisor. "Madam Eliza has arrived."

"Oh, splendid," Lilia grinned and walked towards the door, allowing Eliza entrance. "Ah, Madam Eliza, it's such a pleasure to have you with us."

"Of course, Your Highness," Eliza said. "I am immensely honored that you wanted me to help your sons prepare for the celebration ball. And, of course, allow me to introduce my husband, Carlos."

Carlos grinned and shook Lilia's hand. "But you are allowed to call me Chubby, Your Highness."

"Alright, Chubby," Lilia smiles. "Now come, my sons are waiting to meet you."

Lilia leads the couple to the hallway, where Eliza sees 11 boys, each colorful in their own way. Eliza looked over and analyzed each brother and how they were based on body language.

"Firstly, we have Vil, the eldest," Lilia introduced.

"It's nice to meet you, m'lady, and thank you for saving some time to come by," Vil said with a bow.

"The pleasure is all mine, and you do seem very polite."

"Cater, the second eldest."

Cater bowed, "Pleasure to meet you, m'lady."

"What is that around your neck?" Eliza spoke, mentioning Cater's camera.

"Oh, it's my camera," Cater answered. "I like to take pictures, m'lady. Sorry if it's a little distracting."

"You are forgiven, sweet prince," Eliza hummed. "Though I must insist on keeping it in your room, it clashes horribly with your outfit."

"Idia, the third eldest," Lilia spoke.

Idia bowed and whispered in Cater's ear.

"He says it's nice to you, m'lady," Cater recited.

"I would feel the same if he were to speak to me himself," Eliza mentioned. "I know that he isn't mute."

"Oh, but he can be timid, m'lady," Cater added. "He has some anxiety, so he refuses to speak unless it's a one-on-one."

"Anxiety or not, that is not an excuse for a prince not to speak up for himself, and that is something that needs to change," Eliza lectured, walking forward. "Unfitting for a future king."

"Ahem, so Trey, the fourth-eldest."

"M'lady," Trey bowed.

"Oh, very polite," Eliza laughed.

"I try." Trey chuckled, trying to keep composure.

"Oh, and this is Rook, the filth-eldest." Spoke Lilia.

"Bonjour, Madame," Rook greeted. "You look beautiful."

"Oh, I do love a nice and sweet gentleman," Elizabeth hummed. "But I must ask, what is that stain on your clothes?"

"Oh, madam," Rook laughed. "You don't want to know, nor do I have the heart to tell you."

"Oh, great sevens, did you go hunting again," Vil groaned. "You knew you were meeting with Countess Eliza, and you still went hunting? Rook, I can't tell if you do this on purpose or you simply forget."

"Perhaps it was both," sighed Trey. "He did leave...a passing this morning."

"Rook!" Vil gasped in astonishment.

"Ah, you caught me, my dear older brother, but please forgive me," Rook chuckles. "I have a urge that I need to get rid of, Roi du Poison, you know that. My urges cannot wait."

"Pretty much that," Cater rolled his eyes.

"Hmm, I shouldn't be surprised that a boy your age has a hunter persona," Eliza humphed and walked forward. "But please, no one wants to see you covered in blood afterwards."

"....she has a problem with my camera, but not with Rook's hunting habits?" Cater questioned. "Should I be offedned?"

"Save it for later," Vil whispered. "But she does have a point. Idia needs to start talking to others after all."

"Whose side are you on?" Idia whimpered softly.

Eliza was pleased that Trey and Rook were good examples of being princes, though she couldn't help but get an eerie feeling towards Rook.

Then she got to Yaz. His deadpan expression convinced her that he did not want to be there and wasn't hiding the paint that marked his clothing.

"Yaz, your grace," Yaz spoke, his voice still low.

"Well, it's nice to meet you...but I would recommend that you sound much more welcoming than moody." She explained, not liking his response. "Try a smile, won't you dear?"

"No thanks," Yaz responded. "I like my tone of voice; I practiced hard to get it this low in the first place."

"Well aren't you rude...but it is my job to fix that, so I'll make sure you'll get some proper training soon...and possibly some one to fix your hair." She spoke, annoyed by Yaz's sarcasm.

"And we are so proud of you for that," Lilia blurted out, trying to be positive. "You were quiet as a mouse when I got you, and now you have a voice."

"..yes, but I wish she sounded much more nicer." Eliza hissed, walking past.

Silence filled the room, but Lilia took a breath. "He, your grace, I hope you won't make that mistake again."

Eliza took a sigh before going towards the twins, who glared at her but still held tight, sharp smiles that convinced Vil that they were going to murder her if she didn't watch her back.

"I'm Jade."

"I'm Floyd."

Yaz looked at the twins and chuckled. For the first time, Eliza saw a slight smile on his face.

"Can you tell who's who, my lady?" He teased Lady Eliza.

"Hm, I afraid not, I would appreciate if they introduce themselves individually." She asked.

"But where's the fun in that?" Jade laughed. "You should know immediently, Lady Eliza,"

"If you don't means you are incredibly dumb," chuckled Floyd with a menacing grin.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh no, here we go..." Vil mumbled. "Boys, please."

"You have to figure out who is who," Yaz spoke up, going between the twins.

"Game? You two are taking this as a game? I understand your children, but this is beyond childish; it's quite rude actually," Eliza said in annoyance. "You two definitely need to work on your manners, until then I'll move on to the next one." She huffed.

"Well, next we have...uh?" Lilia stammered, looking at the space between Yaz and Jade. "...well...."

The next child was Epel, who, unfortunately, didn't have time to wash his shoes when they were covered in mud.

"Epel, the 10th youngest," Lilia introduced with a smile.

"Hello your grace!" He happily spoke

"Hello to you too...but can you explain to me why you're such a mess?" She asked, glaring down at the shoes.

"Oh...before you arrived, I was playing tag with my brothers..." He explained that he was worried Vil would give him a big lecture, which he would. "I didn't have time to replace my shoes because you arrived so quickly."

"Please, at least we had fun before she showed up." Floyd laughed.

As he said that, everyone could see Eliza glare at them, which made Floyd shut up immediately.

"This is clearly unexpected, not only that you staff has to clean up this extra mess, but also it's a embarrassing this for your family. Do you know what would happen if a king or queen sees you like this?"

"What?" Epel asked. "Why would they care?"

"Do you want your family to be chaise and forever seen as brutes who can't clean themselves?" Eliza bluntly asked, not holding back.

"You leave him alone," Cater blurted. "He's just a kid, and it's only a one time mistake."

"One-time mistakes shouldn't even happen, Cater, and you should know that mistakes cannot be tolerated in royalty."

"After this meeting, you'll dispose of these shoes and get them properly cleaned up! I won't be tolerating this type of behavior, " Eliza ordered in a strict tone.

Meanwhile, Epel didn't know how to say anything back, so he looked down. This gave everyone chills down their spines; how could someone say that to a child like that without remorse?

But if things didn't get awkward, Amir rushed into the room.

"Sorry, I was late! I had to get Grim out of a tree." As Amir spoke, he saw Lady Eliza and her concerned brothers.

Amir knew he made a mistake and quickly rushed towards the missing gap.

"Why are you late?" Yaz hissed towards Amir.

"Um...Grim got stuck in a tree." They explained while holding an annoyed Grim. "And he got stubborn and won't get down."

"This is absurd! What type of...princess to do this behavior!" She shouted at Amir, baffled by this entrance. "You should be ashamed of yourself, being covered in muck and mire! Oh, it'll take more than a bath to fix this mess."

"Lady Eliza, please. You are overreacting," Lilia sighed. "Amir just happened to be late; it's not a problem."

"Grim!" Cheered Ortho as Grim rushed towards him. "Aw, I missed you too."

This, unfortunately, made Eliza even more upset.

"You put that thing down! That cat is covered in dirt and leaves. And you!" She pointed at Amir.

"Yes-"

"I understand that you need to rescue your cat, but you cannot just do things like that! It's far from being lady-like, but it's also unacceptable. Go change in proper clothes this instance!" She demanded.

"Yes, your grace, I'm sorry again." Amir apologized. "Grim's our family cat, and of course, I take my time to help him. And stop calling me lady!"

"Ugh! You, young boy, I urge you to put that disgusting beast down."

"He's not disgusting," Ortho huffed. "He's perfect the way he is."

"Ortho, the 11th youngest," Lilia laughed.

"Well, it's not nice to meet you, Lady Eliza," Ortho spoke, holding Grim close. "You have been very mean to my brothers, and I frankly can't be nice to you either."

"..Ortho!" Idia gulped.

"So you do have a voice," Eliza sneered towards Idia but turned back to Ortho. "Unlike your weak-willed older brother, and you know, I am surprised you have a gull to a woman such as myself."

"Then don't be surprised if I say more," Ortho sighed.

"....are you hungry?" Silver yawns, now leaning against Ortho, talking to Grim. "...maybe he just needs something to eat?"

"Child, did you get enough sleep?" Eliza asked, her eyes flashing concern.

"And the youngest, Silver," Lilia grinned, taking Silver in his arms. "You don't have to worry about a thing. He simply has a condition, that's all."

"Hmm, well," Eliza sighed. "It's relatively clear that most of you are going to need a lot of training. Originally, I was planning to start on Saturday, but this is urgent. Please go back to your daily activities! And when I call you, you will come to me immediately!!"

"Immediately!?" Cater gasped. "I'm sorry, but we just met you, and all you've done is complain about us and our habits."

"She sounds unfair," Jade sighed, looking down.

"Yeah, we have better things to do," Floyd added.

"Now, now everyone. Remember that father asked us to be our best salves when guests arrive, correct?" Vil spoke up, trying to calm down the situation. "She does have a point, especially when Amir just completely forgot that they were supposed to be here."

"I'm glad that you see my reasoning, Vil-" Eliza said.

"But at the same time, it isn't wise to be rude yourself, Lady Eliza. We are the host after all, and we don't take it lightly when our siblings are being insulted left and right." Vil cut her off. "So I suggest that you hold your tongue if you want to stay."

"And to think that you were the only good prince," Eliza huffed and started to walk away. "I understand, my apologies if I happened to step over a line. But my point still stands, most of you do need to learn proper educate before the royal banquet." She spoke while pointing out a reason why she was doing this.

"As if we need her," Epel rolled his eyes.

"I heard that, young one." Eliza frowned. "And sure, most of you don't need me, but I can assure you that this is the right track to help you become proper princes and princesses, I bet. But go on, dilly dally, and we'll start tomorrow morning."

Eliza lifted her head and walked away, her sheepish husband following with their bags. Their two dogs glared at both of them when they walked past, and Lilia sighed.

"Perhaps he was wrong about her," Lilia gulped but managed a smile. "Boys, I guarantee she will come to you eventually. But today, please give her the best treatment."

Everyone nodded and walked out of the room.

Idia felt his hands shake, the lousy feeling continuing to grow.

🩰

This.

This was a lousy feeling.

Idia watched how each brother was fitted into grey clothing that didn't fit them. Idia used to be grey, a color that many associated him with, but for someone as bubbly as Cater, grey didn't work. Eliza must have had some joy in changing them.

On the very first day of training, they worked with fanning, a proper way to hide one's face when one wants to be secretive. But it was hard for some of his siblings.

Eliza walked around the circle of brothers, humming in delight, seeing that most of them, even the twins, were properly fanning themselves. Soft, slow, and elegant. But, of course, some aren't as great.

"Rook! Your blows are sloppy!" Eliza gasped. "Slow, slow."

"I'm Trey, ma'am," Trey corrected, trying to fix his hand posture.

"Hm," Eliza walked away, trying to look around again.

"I can't believe this," Cater whispered.

"Epel! No more talking. Practice requires silence," Eliza lectured.

"I'm Cater," Cater huffed. "You think she'd learn our names."

"I heard that!"

Cater sighed and kept fanning, just ignoring her. Idia hated being forced to be outside and not in his room, practicing chess or croquet, things that were way more interesting than fanning.

"Now, after this, you will eat your lunch and will start on cursty and greetings," Eliza announced. "Be off now, and I hope you keep these lessons in mind."

The brothers rushed out of their gardens to the dining area, exhausted. Getting away from Eliza was a breath of fresh air for them.

"Ugh, she's so mean," Epel groaned as the soup was presented to them. "You think she learned our names and who we are by now, right?"

"I know," Cater agreed. "She's so exhausting, and I can't help but feel tired. It's not like I was running, but I feel so sluggish hearing her."

"I understand both of your concerns," Vil started. "But we should see how this goes, and maybe, she'll be much nicer. But I guess she is appershive because of our introductions."

"Well, I think it's valid for our anger," Yaz sighed, messing with his soup. "But Vil, you, of all people, should know that being perfect isn't everything. Papa always tells us that."

"I know," Vil sighed. "But I still have some faith in her. Let's just hope she lets up soon."

"I hope so," Amir grumbled.

Idia looked down, not adding much to the conversation.

"Maybe we should talk to Papa about it?" Silver recommended. "Maybe he could do something to make our expereince?"

"Yeah, but who? Amir could," Yaz added. "You and Papa always go gardening after lunch time."

"Today's Monday," Amir replied. "Papa plays chess with Idia after lunch."

"Then it's settled," Cater grinned. "Idia can talk to Papa!"

"M-me!?" Iida gasped. "B-but you k-know I'll stammer and mess u-up!"

"Big brother, please?" Ortho pleaded. "You might be the only person that could actually talk to Papa."

"And put some sense into him," Yaz groaned.

"...Fine," Idia gulped, drinking his water.

After lunch, Idia took a breath and started to set up the game, the pieces, the scoreboard, and everything else. By the time Idia was done, Lilia entered the room, smiling.

"Ah, already ready for the game?" Lilia chuckled. "I hope you are ready to lose to your Papa?"

Idia rolled his eyes. Ever since he was adopted, Idia has won every game they have had, and Lilia never minds, but as Idia grew older, Lilia knew he had to take him seriously.

"I am," Idia sat down.

The game began. Idia knew how Lilia played and constantly strategized around it, but he knew that he had to start the conversation, even though he didn't want to; Idia was essentially forced to.

"Papa?" Idia whispered. "Can I ask you something?"

"Ah, ah, ah, I won't go easy on you, Idia," Lilia chuckled.

"Um, it's about," Idia gulped. "It's about Madam Eliza."

"Yes, what about her?" Lilia spoke. "I hope she was a good teacher to you, and everyone else."

"It's just...she's trying to change so much about us. I-I mean, Cater doesn't even look g-great in grey. Fanning is exhausting and are you sure you want to me fumble socializing? It's not going to be a pretty picture, you know that."

"I do, and although I do see that becoming a problem. Our royal advisor suggested it, and it will end after the engaament ball, I promise you."

"Well, well, I see that I am not wanted," Eliza huffed, entering the room with a tea tray in her cart. "It breaks my heart to see you being so cruel towards me."

"Oh, Idia is not cruel; he was just worried about his brothers," Lilia reassured. "I have to ask you to please be a little considerate of my sons, Madam. It would make me feel happy that they are comfortable and happy."

Idia nodded, not looking at her.

"Of course, your highness," Eliza bowed her head. "Do you guys want some tea?"

"Ah, yes thank you," Lilia grinned, taking a cup.

"You too, Idia," Eliza smiled as she handed him another cup of tea.

Idia reluctantly nodded and carefully sipped his tea, sighing to himself. At least Eliza would go easier on them.

🩰

"You did something, Idia," Trey laughed. "Eliza was oddly nice to us for the greeting pratice. And she didn't even make you talk."

"Yeah, I'm surprised." Vil nodded. "Now we can maybe celebrate tomorrow."

Jade and Floyd's eyes widen at the mention of tomorrow. It was their birthday tomorrow, and they couldn't help but be excited about it.

"Oh, tell us how many presents they bought us?" Floyd jumped on his bed. "Please?"

"And cake as well?" Jade added.

"Not until tomorrow," laughed Cater.

"You two need to sleep if you are going to celebrate your birthday," Vil smiles and tucks Floyd into bed. "Don't worry about Madem Eliza, I'm sure she can understand."

"Tomorrow is going to be a very important day," Trey reminded, helping a sleepy Jade onto the bed. "Best to rest up."

Everyone watched as the twins immediately fell asleep, snuggling their pillows.

"I can't wait for tomorrow," Cater said. "I hope it'll be so much better than today. And besides, since Idia talked to Papa, we might actually get to celebrate."

"Yeah, maybe tomorrow will be a much better day." Epel hoped.

🩰

As dawn creaked onto an autumn day, the feet shuffled around the room to grab chairs, flower petals, and instruments. Everyone giggled as they stood in front of the two beds, with Amir hushing them.

🩰

Today it is your birthday, and we sing to let you know

That you'll be kings for the day whatever you say goes.

🩰

Jade and Floyd arrived and smiled as they heard Amir's annual birthday song. The twins giggled as they started to get off the bed.

"Habby Birthday, boys," Yaz said as he led them to sit on the chairs.

Idia and Trey grabbed their instruments, and the other brothers grabbed a basket and started to dance around them, which made Jade and Floyd extremely happy.

🩰

We spin for you, Floyd!

And chasse for you, Jade.

We pirouette for you both.

And we bow before the kings

🩰

Jade and Floyd laughed as the flower petals rained down on them. Vil and Cater brought them up and started dancing with them, watching both twins beam with happiness. It was their birthday, after all.

They waited for this day to finally come. Like they said, they had a day when everyone listened to them.

🩰

We sing because we love you, and we sing to let you know

That's you'll be kings for the day

🩰

But then Eliza slammed the door open.

"What is all this racket!?" She demanded, seeming to wake up

"This early in the morning? What is the celebration even about!" She demanded.

"It's just Floyd and Jade's birthday, we do this everytime on our birthdays." Trey explains, trying to calm down the situation.

"What are you even celebrating this early in the morning?" Eliza groaned as her dogs peered behind her.

"Because it's a tradition," Yaz answered. "Papa started it, and we vow to continue it."

"Oh, for god's sake, I don't really care if it's tradition or not!" she snapped back, catching some of the siblings off guard. "Just keep it down from now on, and since you're all up, get dressed. Our lessons will begin in an hour."

With that, she turned around and slammed the door shut.

"Well she's not a morning person." Epel spoke up

"Alright, let's actually get ready for the day since the twins' birthday has just begun after all," Vil said in reassurance for the younger kids. "Well, boys? What do you want to do for your birthday?"

"I wanna go climb a mountian/go to town!" The twins spoke in unison.

The three older siblings weren't sure about Jade's suggestion.

"We'll think about that." Vil sighs.

"Come on, Vil! You know the rules." Cater spoke up.

"...both options are bad," muttered Idia.

"That's why we're going to discuss what to do about their requests." Vil whispered to the two as the other kids began to get ready for the day.

The morning began with the boys discussing who would be with whom since the twins were very different and wanted to do very different things. This resulted in the plan that Vil, Cater, Trey, Amir, and Silver were going to join Jade on his mountain climb, while Idia, Rook, Ortho, Yaz, and Epel joined Floyd on his venture to town for a shopping spree.

But a problem arose as they approached the gate.

"I'm sorry for inconvenience, but we got word that the 12 of you will have to go under some new rules...one of them you can't leave the palace without your teacher and father's permission."

"Well, that is fair, but it;s the twins birthday," Rook said. "Papa must've told you that already."

"And I understand stand that...but please, for our sake?" They asked.

"Alright, let me go ask permission. You two watch the others for now." Vil explains, now annoyed by all of this.

As Vil left the group, he let out an annoyed sigh. He couldn't believe this lady was pushing him and his brothers around over nothing. He started to see why the others seemed apprehensive and distrustful of her, especially on such a special day.

But Idia and Cater's first mistake was to look away from the brothers as Floyd led Jade away towards a secret entrance.

"I knew I should keep them for a special reason," Floyd chuckled, grabbing a bucket of mud and worms within it.

"Oh, who are you going to prank, Floyd?" Jade snickered.

"Madam Eliza, for trying to ruin our birthday! No one should be able to do that to us," Floyd answered as he opened the hatch to the ceiling. "She has to learn what happens if you deal with us."

Jade grinned widely as Floyd helped him, closing the hatch behind him.

🩰

It wasn't for a few minutes until Idia felt a silence. There was an uncomfortable silence, other Epel's feet shuffling onto the ground.

Until a massive scream filled the castle corridors, a scream that made the brothers jump high.

"Was that...?"

"Madam Eliza?!"

"Oh no, where are the twins?" Trey dared to ask.

Everyone looked around each other, but they couldn't find the pair anywhere.

"Oh, deary me, they have snuck off," Rook sighed.

"We should go get them now." Trey sighs

"We should since that woman's scream sounded like Lady Eliza's," Rook pointed out. "And the twins must've gotten to her first by that definite scream."

"Now I'm extremely concerned," Idia mumbled.

Unfortunately, Rook wasn't wrong because she shouted at her husband to get all the worms off her. The brothers rushed over and saw Eliza covered from head to toe in mud with worms squirming around her, and Chubby was trying to get the worms off her.

"Tell me that you got all the worms, my sweet husband!!" Eliza screamed.

"A-almost, my beloved!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ALMOST!?"

"ALMOST_"

Then, the two paused momentarily as they swore they heard a child giggling.

"What was that?"

But before Chubby said anything, Eliza quickly went around the corner and grabbed Floyd by the ear, with Jade following.

"You two. We are going to your father's chamber, NOW."

Vil, who had just returned from his father's chambers, watched Eliza storm past him, with Jade and Floyd behind her and a very worried Chubby.

"Madam, what happened?"

"These....your brothers have pulled and awful prank on me!"

"Jade what did you two do?" Vil demanded.

"Oh, it was just some mud, honey, and feathers. We replaced sugar with salt, so we pranked Father as well and glued some shoes to the floor." Jade calmly explained, with Floyd laughing in the background.

Jade's siblings were left stunned hearing that.

"...oh." Yaz chuckled, "that's much more than we thought."

"Okay, just because it's your birthday, doesn't mean you can get away with this!" Trey pointed out

"This is unexpected Jade, you should have known this." Vil sighed.

"That was half...that didn't include Chubby or maids or cooks...or-" Jade continued.

"That's for not letting us out," Floyd remarked.

"...After today, I don't think that'll be possible, since this is going a bit too far," Trey explained. "She's already upset."

"Now I'm worried that Eliza might be right as well, since these pranks are not acceptable," Vil mentioned. "Jade and Floyd, please, let's settle this and just apologize."

"...No." The twins spoke in unison.

"Why should we?" Floyd pouted.

"Just because it's your birthday doesn't mean you can treat everyone like this," Vil said in annoyance.

"Well, I'm glad you're showing a lot of responsibility, Vil. Especially these two would need a role model to understand that," Eliza remarks.

"I'll make sure to talk to my father about this. In the meantime, Floyd and Jade can apologize to you, " Vil said.

"No way," Floyd huffed.

"I'm not asking, go and apologize." Vil firmly stated.

"We are very sorry," The Twins whined in unison.

Eliza puts on a fake smile and nods. She sighed and looked down at the twins.

"Alright then, I forgive you two."

"I'm glad that's settled. In the meantime, I'm going to take these two to apologize to our staff as well, " Vil explained.

Jade and Floyd looked at each other and started walking forward, removing Vil's hands from their shoulders and refusing to acknowledge him.

"We'll be back for you're lessons, in the meantime I'll deal with these two." Vil reassures her.

"Why thank you you're highness, I'll make sure to get everything ready." She "happily" replied, her eyes betraying her smile.

That night, everyone was getting undressed and ready for the night. After their punishment, Jade and Floyd gave Vil the cold shoulder. Unfortunately, after their incident and Eliza's new classes, they couldn't do much for the rest of their birthday and missed out on their favorite things.

Vil knew that was rather sad, but they shouldn't have caused havoc on the staff and guests. But he couldn't shake the feeling he had.

But Yaz wasn't so heartless. He quickly grabbed two things from underneath his bed and handed them to the twins.

"Happy birthday, " he said. "I'm sorry that your birthday got ruined today, but I hope that these will make you feel better.

Floyd and Jade both opened and gasped to see new self-portraits of them, entirely made by Yaz in what seemed to be a single week. Each with their flowers behind them.

"...How long were you working on these?" Trey asked him.

"This is rather fantastic, bravo Yaz." Rook spoke up

"Wow, that looks amazing! How come you didn't do that for my birthday?" Epel asked.

"You wait your turn, Epel." Yaz sighs. "And besides, I can't get a clean look if you are always so dirty."

Soon, he was ambushed by Jade and Floyd, and both hugged him tightly, which he accepted.

"Thank you!!"

Despite getting annoyed by the twins' pranks, Yaz was glad that this made their day.

"Aw, so cute..!" Cater gasped, taking a photo with his camera.

*As the others began to look at the paintings, only Idia and Vil were left alone.*

"Idia...do you think I was a bit harsh on them?" He asked.

"Absolutely." Idia spoke without a doubt. "You are normally harsh on the little ones, to be honest. You're the oldest I get you want to set some expectation, but...I do think you forget that they aren't you. They won't like the things you do."

"I'm aware, but yet they shouldn't have drop worms on lady Eliza, despite her being rude, she's still our guest." He sighs.

"She deserved it." Idia spoke up.

"How can you say that? She was sent here to help our father out...which he could have picked someone else but still."

"But Father never complained about us," Idia reminded Vil. You know he would never change us, even if someone wanted him to...he laughed at pranks but still lectured them..."

"I just don't want to disappoint him." He admitted.

"He's never disappointed in us,Vil...he always tells us that he'll love us, even on his deathbed..."

Though Idia's words were brushed aside, due to Vil being the oldest, he was always expected to be the bigger person, making sure that his brothers were in check. Unfortunately it caused a lot of stress for him.

It felt very unnecessary, he admitted.

"Do you think there is a way to apologize to them...without them thinking they got away with their stunt?" Vil asked.

"Maybe." Idia hummed.

"I would appreciate if you can give me an idea then." Vil sighed.

"Nope. Absolutely not. Your problem." Idia said immediately but sighed. "Fine."

Meanwhile, the others noticed Idia and Vil talking to one another and are now trying to figure out what's happening.

"Do you know what Idia's talking about?" Amir asked Ortho.

"Hm, maybe something about earlier?" He replied.

"I suppose so," Cater tilted his head.

"Maybe it might be something about Eliza, since Vil did mention she was pulling on Floyd's ear earlier." Ortho further explained.

"That's kinda breaking a boundary, don't you think? Sure she had every right to be upset with the twins, but I don't think she's physically allowed to touch him." Amir pointed out, now a bit worried. "She's going to far."

"It was horrible," Yaz added. "She thinks she's some queen, it's impossible trying to get on her good side."

"Yeah, so I guess why Floyd is really mad at him."

"...Do you think the two will forgive Vil?" Amir asked

"Eh, give them time." Yaz recommended. "The twins can hold grudges for a long time."

"Knowing Vil, they don't need to wait." Epel finally spoke up

"What makes you say?" Amir asked

"He can't handle being ignored, so he's going to make a small apology to Jade and Floyd, " he further explained.

"Yeah..." Silver yawned again and accidentally tripped on the floor, his small book sliding across the door.

Vil saw this and approached him and the book.

"Are you alright Silver?" He asked, now helping him up.

"I'm fine," Silver yawned.

As Vil was about to pick up the book, he finally noticed something. Silver's book matches one of the floor flowers, primarily white roses.

"Is something wrong?" Cater asked.

"No, it's just that I never noticed why our books share the same flowers on the floor tiles before," Vil explained.

"Oh, yeah. Papa wanted to do this," Cater remembered. "It's a simple style choice."

"Why would dad make that a style choice?" Epel asked

"It is strange, especially the fact our favorite flowers are here." Amir pointed out.

Cater looked down at the floor again. Each flower represented each of the twelve sons Lilia adopted, and each time he did, a new flower would appear.

"Wait, it's like Papa's story," gasped Cater. "Everyone, find your flower!"

Despite their confusion, each brother listened as they went to their flowers: Hydrangeas, Ranunculus, Marigolds, Ox-Eye Daisies, Baroneese Garden Rose, Hyacinths, Speedwell, Chrysanthemums, Moonflowers, Sweet Rocket, Forget-me-nots, and White Roses.

"Wow, like in the book," Cater gasped.

"Papa's story is not more than that, a story, Cater," Vil sighed. "This is ridiculous."

Cater rolled his eyes. "He said that each stone has to be danced on, but I don't remember the order."

Cater stared down at the floor again and carefully examined it. The very first flower sprouted when Vil was adopted so he could start with Vil.

Cater gulped as he stepped on Vil's stone. The stone began to glow, and a melody filled the air. Everyone gasped in surprise, watching how the stone reacted.

"I knew it!!" Cater gasped.

"This can't be real," Idia shook his head.

"It's real alright," Trey sighed.

Cater grinned as he stepped on the second stone. "Me."

They watched as Cater's stone reacted brightly. They continued as Cater started listing down his brothers and dancing on each stone, resulting in them glowing. "Idia. Trey. Rook. Yaz. Amir. Jade. Floyd. Epel. Ortho. And..."

Cater reached out his hand toward Silver. "Will you do the honors, Silver?"

Silver carefully walked towards Cater and let Cater twirl him three times, resulting in the last sone to glow.

Melody filled the air as magic appeared, and the floor disappeared. The brothers stepped back and watched a lush landscape underneath them and floating platforms, which twirled like stairs. Suddenly, a golden rail appeared in front of Cater.

"Oh wow," Amir gasped. "It's like in Papa's tale! The stairs led us to a magical pavilion."

"But does this mean Papa's story is real?" Silver asked.

"Obviously!!" Floyd cheered. "Come on! Whoever goes last in the rotten mushroom!"

"Wait-"

Floyd laughed as he rushed down the stairs, Jade following behind him.

"Well?" Yaz smiles. "It's still their birthday, so, if they want to go, we should follow."

"What are you two doing?" Vil called after them, now chasing them down. Yaz and Amir followed, amazed by it all.

"Hey wait for us!" Epel called out.

"No way," Idia gulped.

"Come on, Big Brother!" Ortho cheered, pulling Idia with him down.

Rook and Trey slowly followed, still processing.

Cater smiles and grabs Silver's hand. "Well, we can't be late, now can we?"

Silver shook his head as he and Cater finally descended, the gateway closing behind him like nothing had happened.

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kawaiikenna · 2 years ago

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Dude that sounds amazing. >w< Let me know when/if you write it. ;3 I’d love to read! ^w^

Danny Phantom adopts more kids than Bruce Wayne

I’ve seen a lot of fics going around about how Danny will get summoned as the Ghost King via cultist and dpxdc fics going around and I had an idea.

So Danny (ages 14-16 ish depending) gets summoned a lot, and in those summoning’s there is usually a sacrifice. Normally, if the sacrifices are kidnapped adults and the like Danny beats up the cultist and just lets the sacrifices go.

But what happens when the sacrifices are younger?

A literal child gets offered up, a soul contract binding them to Danny (probably as a slave or food or whatever, I just think like John Constantine’s contracts but without the con). Danny still beats up the cultist but now he has a kid with a soul contract that he can’t break without severe backlash happening to the kid and there already pretty hurt form the cultist.

Panicking and worried about the kid, Danny seals the contract but with some adjustments, so now for all intent and purposes he now has a kid.

Danny takes the kid back to the Far Frozen for Frostbite to heal, constantly sending calming emotions to his new kid while panic texting Sam and Tucker they had a kid now and spamming Jazz with questions on how to parent.

Many freak-outs and logistic family meetings later and they’ve worked out a relatively (more like half-way) decent plan for parenting. The kid is very happy with the new and loving parents and auntie and things calm down as much as things can with three liminal teenagers, a half-dead one, and a elementary schooler can between parenting, going to school, ghost king duties, and hiding all of this from Jack and Maddie.

Danny cries the first time the tot called him Dad. Sam and Tucker record this for blackmail. Danny gets even when Sam and Tucker breakout the waterworks when they get called Mom and Pops.

And then a few months later another summoning happens, this time with a 17 year old. They get adopted.

Five months after that, another summoning, this time with two 12 year old’s. They get adopted.

Thirteen months after that, another summoning. The kids 15. Adopted.

Two months after that, summoning and there’s three of them. All adopted.

By the time Danny, Sam, and Tucker are about to hit college age they have thirteen kids give or take. All of them call the Trio Dad, Mom, and Pops. Doesn’t matter if some of the kids are older. Team Phantom are the best parents most of them have ever had. Age is blatantly ignored in most situations. Dani is considered the oldest. The first adopted kid is considered the second oldest, etc.

Danny’s castle in the Infinite Realms has a room for all of this kids and portals going out into different dimensions depending on where the summoning happened. The Trio didn’t want to completely uproot any of their kids lives so they make sure all of the kids have the right records, access to schooling, etc.

Cue two of the kids (maybe three if you want John Constantine drunkenly auctioning off his at the time non-existent first born, accidents happen, the whole hodgepodge family has a understanding to punch Constantine on sight if they ever see him on their siblings/sons behalf) being from the DC universe.

Older of the two goes to Gotham U (I think studying communications, politics, philosophy etc to be able to help Danny with his Ghost Kind Duties) and the younger getting a scholarship to the fancy rich kid school Damian attends.

Danny’s kids are about as liminal as they can get between the adoption contract, all of the ectoplasm exposure, and the kids all living in the Infinite Realms the majority of the time. Damian and the younger get along like a house on fire be cause they have similar interest based on life. I think the older sibling somehow befriends Tim Drake, Tim possible develops a crush.

Batman is very paranoid about the two possibly metas around his kids

#danny phantom #dp #dc x dp #danny adopts more kids than bruce wayne #12 dancing princesses #ghost king danny #gender be damned all of them are considered princes and princesses depending on if they want #im gonna write #liminal tucker #liminal jazz #prev tags

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harmoonix · 23 days ago

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☆2000's era☆

Pop culture

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I don't wanna be like Cinderella

Sitting in a dark, cold, dusty cellar

Waiting for somebody to come and set me free

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💣 - Libra Rising/Venus/Mars will always be flawless at making good first impressions. They make everyone interested in them

💣 - Mercury in Fire signs is known for talking fast, especially if Mercury sits in the 3H as well! "Can you say it again?"

💣 - Taurus Risings/Sun/Moon are known for having very prominent cheeks/they smile is always on point as well! Their beauty is insane

💣 - Aquarius Suns/Venus/Mars/Risings set the trends up! They usually have that very influential energy

💣 - Mars - Moon aspects, especially harsh ones, are known for getting mad easily! In some scenarios it can also mean angry issues

💣 We have to appreciate the role of Sagittarius in the birth chart and one's desire to represent the culture/traditions:

Sagittarius Risings and their extraordinary energy to unite people with their culture

Sagittarius Venus making people fall in love with their culture /traditions and with their home countries

Sagittarius Mercury making the people like/understand traditional and the cultural music of a country

Sagittarius Moons is making people understand the sensitive nature of one's culture to be deeply connected with it

Sagittarius Sun for making other people appreciate their culture and traditional style

Sagittarius Mars for bringing a bit of spiciness in everything that inspires art, culture, sex, tradition

Sagittarius Jupiter, as the parent of Sagittarius , is always ready to help his children! Making a hypnotizing appearance in one's culture

💣 - Mars and Uranus aspects give an excellent performer body! They can possess good dancing skills!

💣 - Scoprio Moon/Venus/Mars adore physical touch! You can actually observe how sensible their body is to someone's touch

💣 - Aries Risings/Moon/Venus/Mars are the best ever! I don't care what others say about these placements. They make you feel appreciated. "Aries placements are never wrong"

💣 - Sun in the 7H/Libra Suns native will definitely marry someone who resembles them! Someone you have lots in common with

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I don't wanna be like someone waiting

For a handsome prince to come and save me

Oh I will survive, I know somebody's on my side

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💣 - Pluto in the 8H/10H/11H gives the vibe of someone who's very influential in society! Very popular

💣 - Aquarius Venus/Venus in the 11H/Venus at 11° 23° degrees have such a good fashion sense!! So charismatic, they always do it right

💣 - Mars in Earth Signs and degrees 2°, 6°, 10°, 14°, 18°, 22° 26° degrees are the vibe of a 'boss bitch', looking good with a new attitude

💣 - People with the 5H and 9H are the best people to go clubbing with, party never ends with them

💣 - Virgo Moon/Mars/Venus have a comforting aura. Together we belong for real! They're the ones who can understand both the logical and sensitive minds out there

💣 - NEPTUNE IN THE 1H NATIVES HAVE MESMERIZING EYES.

💣 - I adore that pop culture is literally Pluto in Sagittarius vibes, the influence can be felt so muchhhh into the society

💣 - Leo Venus natives secretly love when people worship them! Because they do really love that, directly Monalisa vibes

💣 - Mars in Pisces/Mars at 12° 24° degrees have watery eyes/ the types of eyes you sink your love inside

💣 - The good side of Saturn aspecting the ascendant is that it will influence your personality to be more dominating than others

💣 - Saturn in the 7H/Libra native has a blessing in a disguise. You may hate that Saturn will give you a spouse when you're more mature but is actually preparing you for the responsibilities that come with a healthy relationship! And a long one because Saturn lasts long. God bless

💣 - Saturn in Gemini/Saturn in the 3H native needs to acknowledge their own worth, these natives have are so powerful mentally and that helps them going through the bad obstacles in life

💣 - People who are usually attracted into vintage/old things have at least a good aspcted Venus/Moon or south node

💣 - Natives with Jupiter - Venus are so blessed, with beauty/love/looks, with everything, stop looking for love in others when you need to look for that in yourself

💣 - Gemini Mars and Mars in the 3H are those type of people who look cute when they're angry because they still have a cute face while doing it

💣 - Mars Jupiter aspects are hand in hand with Lilith - Jupiter aspects, both being extremely sexual and energetic!

💣 - Sun - Ascendant aspects natives make people's day better they're the definition for "Sunshine in an empty place."

💣 - Indicators that you may have the soul of an artist in a birth chart:

Pisces/Libra/Taurus Moon

Pisces Rising

Pisces/Libra Midheaven

Taurus/Libra Sun

Venus - ascendant aspects

Venus - Moon aspects

Moon - Neptune aspects

💣 - Pisces Venus/Venus in the 12H are so "you find me at the bottom of the sea" coded. You can just feel their emotions from far apart

💣 - Pluto - Venus aspects often make you wonder if the other person really loves you or if they love the obsession you have for them

💣 - 6H in water signs love to be encouraged by animals!! Is just their energy to be a total disney princess

💣 - Mercury and Neptune aspects have a very developed music style! You may actually observe how they voice have a special tone indicating they can easily ryhme with music

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You gotta strut like you mean it

Free your mind

It's not enough just to dream it

Come on, come on, get up

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💣 - Leo Moons/Moon in the 5H natives are the ones who can help you with loving yourself topics! These natives hold so much love that they don't mind sharing with others

💣 - Jupiter in the 1st/4th/9th/10th and 11th house are so good raised!!! I swear they have manners, good personality, they come with everything!

💣 - Jupiter and things about your spouse:

Jupiter in Gemini/Virgo natives will have that spouse they can talk everything with

Jupiter in Scoprio and the bed sessions with your spouse can make you have a lovely good experience

Jupiter in Sagittarius have such a cute spouse who may love traveling and, at the same time, experiencing everything with their spouses

Not Jupiter in Libra spouse being such a nonchalant sir! Like Babe?? Who are you? ROMEO? Yes sir!

Jupiter in Pisces natives can feel in love at first sight

💣 - Sun or Moon in the 9H are such good planets for that house! Your cultural representation, home land, your roots are deeply connected, your ancestors the same omggggg your ancestors are lovely! I can write romans about these placements 😭😭 #myfav

💣 - Uranus in your 4H is such a revolutionary placement! It can indicate you like to change homes and bring new ideas to your home decoration

💣 - Saturn in the 2H/Taurus can talk about a period of grounding where you need to leave your mind from bad thoughts and just thinking about healing

💣 - A lot of famous ppl who have been well-known bands such as Destiny Child/Pussycat Dolls tend to have very good aspected 11H placements/stelliums, even the cheetah girls lol

💣 - Mars in the 11H on the other hand is a tricky planet for the that house since it can talk about conflicts and drama in your friendship group

💣 - I am guilty of having my Mercury in the 11H and I literally can't stop talking when I'm around someone I really like 🙏🏼😍 my mouth doesn't shut upp nevahh

💣 - The rising sign of your chart ruler can tell so much about your personality! If your chart ruler is Venus, then look at your rising in th e Venus persona chart, for example:

Make sure to look after your rising sign!

💣 - Mercury in Detriment (Sagittarius and Pisces Mercury) usually tends to have high-pitched voices!!

💣 - We have to normalize that Libra is Saturn's 3rd kid since Saturn is exlated in Libra, so all the Libra Suns/Moons/Risings can have saturnuan energy

💣 - Those with Neptune or Mars in the 4H usually prefer to stay more lonely than with other people! It can happen in their house, rather staying by yourself than with the family

💣 - If they know how to flirt with you and want to get chased in a good way, they probably have a fire Venus!!!

💣 - Saturn in the 1H/Capricorn and Aquarius Rising can have skin issues such as acne while growing up and a very prominent one

💣 - Venus in the 10H/Venus in Cap/Venus at 10° 22° degrees really age up so good, they can look soo good during their teen years and look more fabulous when they get more older

💣 - Saturn in the 9H can teach people that they can have their own freedom without following a certain religion/belief

💣 - Saturn in Leo/Saturn in the 5H is so karmic that even your kids can take your karmic paths and lessons when they're born. Is a very heavy placement

💣 - Venus/Mercury in the 8H makes you to be more aware of your surroundings. It is like you feel if you're gonna get hurt by someone even if it was unexpected

💣 - Cardi B has an Aries Moon, and she doesn't play when people talk about her family members! She's really defensive. Also explains why she gets mad so easily

💣 - Aaliyah got her Venus in Sagittarius, and she had such fire songs back when she was trending! Omg God bless her

💣 - Don't make fun of someone who has their Saturn in Virgo or in the 6H because they really try their best to be good at everything, and it can get exhausting

💣 - People are always confused when I talk about my MC because in my chart is located in the 11H, and they always think that I talk about the 10th house 😭😭😭

💣 - People with prominent cancer placements usually have a very beautiful skin and face!! Especially People with Cancer Moon

💣 - Cancer Venus/Cancer Moon/Cancer Saturn natives can have the most nurturing energy ever! Like you feel so safe when you're with them

💣 - You probably share common birth chart placements with your family/friends even bf or gf. Especially people who were born in the same year as you

💣 - Love always finds a way at a different time! Most people happen to be the most in love while they have their Venus return!! When Venus returns back into the sign you have in your birthchart

💣 - Mars in Aquarius or in the 11th house/Mars at 11° 23° can be a risky placement because sometimes your friends can envy you which is so toxic coming from friend?? Never expected. Take care 🖤🖤

💙 I hope yall have a good day!! Have fun reading and enjoy 💙

💙Harmoonix💙

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𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖓!

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»»————> presenting;

pairing: barbarian!prince! Katsuki Bakugo x chief!daughter! reader.

synopsis: an arranged marriage to the prince of the barbarian clan to save your kingdom from being wiped out... cliche innit. stem's off the MHA fantasy au!

content warnings: FEMALE READER! strangers to lovers! slow burn! MHA fantasy AU! adult themes! arranged marriage! sexual content! rough n gruff Katsuki! mentions of blood in a lot of scenes! rituals! dub-con in some scenes! (for caution, because y'all can't understand each other) if u're religious, PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!! angst! fluff! smut! WARNINGS APPLY TO ALL CHAPTERS!!! and are there to exercise caution!

updated on Wednesdays and Saturdays!

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊↓; 2.5k+ words

»»————> LORE! [you can continue without reading all this]

the barbarian clan is known for conquering any village, kingdom and/or empire. they are brutes, usually settling anything by waging war and desecrating the land.

the barbarians speak in old Norse! conversing is difficult...

Katsuki is the only son and prince of the barbarian clan.

barbarians are stronger and bigger in size than regular humans.

your kingdom is ruled by your father—called cheif instead of king—who's a big softy and doesn't see the point in things like war... he prefers to talk things out and leave casualties to a zero. even if that means marrying off his only daughter...

you are the only daughter of your father which only makes you more precious and worthy of bearing the heir of both your kingdom and their clan.

tetsugami; a huge, semi intelligent crab. [there are few now as people have hunted them down to the double digits.]

crimson dragons; giant flying lizards. [they are very friendly despite their mean looking faces & their scales are extremely valuable.]

(more coming soon)

Old Norse Alphabet;

1. A/a- Pronunciation: ah as in "father."

2. B/b- Pronunciation: b as in "bed."

3. D/d- Pronunciation: d as in "dog."

4. Ð/ð (called eth)- Pronunciation: Soft th as in "this."

5. E/e- Pronunciation: eh as in "bed."

6. F/f- Pronunciation: f as in "fox." Between vowels, pronounced as v.

7. G/g- Pronunciation: g as in "go." After certain vowels, it softens to a y sound.

8. H/h- Pronunciation: h as in "house."

9. I/i- Pronunciation: ee as in "see."

10. J/j- Pronunciation: y as in "yes."

11. K/k- Pronunciation: k as in "king."

12. L/l- Pronunciation: l as in "lamp."

13. M/m- Pronunciation: m as in "man."

14. N/n- Pronunciation: n as in "name."

15. O/o- Pronunciation: aw as in "law."

16. P/p- Pronunciation: p as in "pen."

17. R/r- Pronunciation: Rolled r, like in Spanish or Italian.

18. S/s- Pronunciation: s as in "see."

19. T/t- Pronunciation: t as in "top."

20. U/u- Pronunciation: oo as in "moon."

21. V/v- Pronunciation: Often interchangeable with f, pronounced like English v.

22. Y/y- Pronunciation: Similar to ee but with rounded lips, like French u in lune.

23. Þ/þ (called thorn)- Pronunciation: Hard th as in "thorn."

24. Æ/æ- Pronunciation: ai as in "air."

25. Ö/ö- Pronunciation: ur as in "bird" (without the r).

M-LIST!

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 2 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 3.5

marriage. the best thing that could ever happen to a girl. all your life, you'd imagined being a bride; delicately decorating your hair with wild tulips, adorning your body in silver and white silk. spending the rest of your life with the person you love most.

now you're here, kneeling in front of a bonfire beside a complete stranger, cloaked in boar fur and animal skeletons, as the thick, warm blood of a lamb is poured over you. your marriage ceremony... filled with unfamiliar faces—including your now-husband—and traditions. drinking, dancing, and celebrating the union.

"nú ger hana konu þína!" a spiked-blonde woman, with an uncanny resemblance to the man kneeling beside you, announced, raising her hands in the air. you looked around confused as ever, as he leaned in, blood-stained fingers pulling you in by the back of your neck. your nose scrunched at the metallic taste of blood that his tongue shoved past your teeth. you push him away, gasping at the foreign feeling.

"hvat í helvíti, kona!?" he frowned, turning away from you, mumbling something under his breath, that you didn’t quite catch. not that you'd understand what he was carrying on about anyways...

the spiked-blonde woman—whom you guessed to be some sort of priestess or elder—shot you a sharp glare, her arms lowering slowly as she spoke in a hushed yet commanding tone. her words were incomprehensible to you, but the crowd seemed to murmur in agreement. your husband huffed, his frown deepening as he looked at you over his shoulder. you were kneeling there, with eyes pressing on you from all directions. the fire crackled in the silence, and the warmth of it did little to ease the chill settling in your chest.

two women approached you, their faces painted with intricate swirls of red and black. they tugged you to your feet without a word and began guiding you toward a tent decorated with bones, animal pelts, and dried herbs hanging from the entrance. inside, it was dimly lit by a few small lanterns. the air smelled of earth, smoke, and something sweet but unfamiliar.

they gestured for you to sit on a low stool and began pulling at your ceremonial garb, their movements quick but not unkind. your protests fell on deaf ears as they stripped you of the heavy fur cloak, wiping the blood from your skin with damp cloths. one of them muttered something, shaking her head as she scrubbed at your face. it was clear they didn't understand you either, but their disapproving looks were universal.

by the time they were finished, you were dressed in a simpler gown of rough-spun fabric, a far cry from the silks you were used to and had imagined for your wedding night. the older of the two handed you a wooden cup filled with a thick, bitter scented liquid. she pointed to it, then your mouth, her expression stern. reluctantly, you sipped it, grimacing at the taste. the woman nodded, seemingly satisfied, before they left you alone in the tent.

you sat there, staring at your hands, trying to gather your thoughts, but instead, they drift back to just a few mere hours ago...

"arranged?" you seethed in disbelief, looking at your defeated father, seated across from you at the council table, surrounded by old wrinkled elders.

"yes, daughter," he affirmed, voice devoid of emotion. "war against the barbarian clan would destroy everything we've built—"

"so they made a proposal, a very very rare one," one of the wart ridden elders interrupted-

"to make an arrangement," another continued-

"one that cannot be broken once forged," -

"a marriage,"-

"your sacrifice would save us all, child," the eldest croaked, concluding the proposal, "and as the chief's daughter, it is your duty to your people." one after the other, they all slowly turned their heads toward you, kneeling at the center of their godforsaken grey gazes.

your eyes flickered between them, their crinkled foreheads making you feel sick to your stomach as their words wrung your heartstrings. "marriage is sacred... it can only happen once. i don't know this person that you'd like me to be bound to for the rest of my life..." you snarled, stating the very obvious to those expired raisins.

"i'm afraid you misunderstood us, girl," the eldest fumed, weakly slamming his fist down, "it is arranged. you will wed the heir of the barbarian clan. that is why you have been summoned." firmly raising from his seat to intimidate you.

"that is my daughter you're speaking to, elder... as old as you are, mind your tongue." your father shifted his attention to you. "unfortunately, he is right, my dear. it's already been arranged, and you are to be wed at sundown."

dumbfounded... that's the look on your face. they we're giving you away to complete strangers... and at sundown!? despite all the colorful words that wanted to fly out your mouth, you grit your teeth and settled with a curt nod. you do have a duty to your people.

though it wasn't supposed to happen like this. it was supposed to be the happiest day of your life. you only get married once in your entire life after all.

the sound of heavy footsteps outside the tent snapped you out of your thoughts. the flap was pulled aside roughly, and your husband stepped in. his presence filled the small space, his broad shoulders and wild blonde hair almost brushing the top of the tent as his crimson eyes bore into you, a mixture of frustration and curiosity in his gaze.

he said something, his voice sharp and demanding, but you could only blink up at him in confusion. "i don't understand you," you said softly, shaking your head, as your voice trembled, despite your efforts to stay composed.

he huffed, combing a hand through his hair before pointing at you and then gesturing to the pallet of furs in the corner of the tent. his tone suggested he was giving you an order. when you didn't move, he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"leggjask. sofa." he barked, his frustration very much evident. when you still didn't respond, he crossed the space between you in two long strides, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to your feet. the roughness of his grip made you wince, but he didn't seem to notice as he guided you toward the furs. he pointed again, his expression leaving no room for argument.

you hesitated, thinking that maybe he wanted you to lie down, and slowly you lower yourself onto the makeshift bed. he stood over you for a moment, his intense gaze making your skin prickle, before he turned and left the tent without another word.

you let out a shaky breath, your heart pounding in your chest. you were alone in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by strangers who you couldn't even get to know, married to a man you didn't understand. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes with the overwhelming thoughts, but you blinked them away, refusing to let yourself break down on your wedding night.

the two women that cleaned you up earlier came back with him, and they began to remove his furs. you quickly averted your eyes, feeling a heat crawling up your neck, as the thought of them removing more than just his cloak tainted your mind.

"nei!" the old one scolded, "Þú verður að líta!" ... why are they babbling their jibberish when they know you don't understand them... "she said, 'you must look'," the younger translated, seeing the confused wrinkle in your brows. oh thank the gods! you smiled briefly at the familiar words before coming back to your senses.

"must i?" you blush, slowly turning back to them.

"yes," she smiled, cleansing your huge husband before your eyes, "if you do not, you give chance for another woman," she carefully rubbed the damp cloth over his bloody forehead while you let the thought sink in.

"leave," you softly ordered, "I'll take care of my husband," and without hesitation she whispered to the old lady, they dropped everything and left. ain't no way you were about to let your husband be seduced away on the night of your union...

gently, you wrung the cloth of most of its water and brought it back up to his face, wiping away the dust and dried blood that covered little scars freckling his almost perfect face.

his eyes burned through your skull with his staring, slowly scanning over the curves and dips of your body as you moved. your finger danced over his skin, tracing the scar on his right cheekbone, moving down to brush past his thin lips, wiping away the remnants of dirt on his well built, chest. he seemed to relax against your touch, closing his piercing crimson eyes, and hanging his head back to let you do your work.

so soft... and smooth... the texture of his skin isn't what you expected. who would've thought that such a rough looking barbarian had the skin of a baby? would explain all the scars though. like this one running down his neck to his collarbone, and these over here trailing down his firm biceps. you almost forgot you were supposed to be cleaning him up... you've finished the upper half and tugged at the leather holding his pants up, struggling to get them undone.

a low chuckle rumbled in his throat and your eyes shot up up to his smirking face, "what's so funny?" you quiver, frowning, as he shifted to stand, undoing the leather and dropping his pants to the dirt floor. "þar," he rasped, smug at your flustered state.

having those women clean him up was starting to seem more and more reasonable now... nevertheless, you dippied the cloth in the bowl of warm water and squeezed it, before wiping at his lower abdomen. you're so adorable between his legs like that, avoiding his eyes at all costs, while you wipe your way down and around, to his back. again, your hands moved of their own accord, twitching along the scupletd bumps on his back.

he grunted softly as your fingers worked over the knots in his shoulders, his broad frame shifting slightly under your touch. emboldened by the lack of protest, you continued, pressing harder into the muscles along his spine. his head dipped forward, and a low sigh escaped his lips, sending a wave of warmth through you. he brought a large hand up to yours on his shoulders and guided you in front of him.

both your eyes reflected in each other's for a long moment before you tried to break the silence, your words sounding like nonsensical ringing in his ears. he pulled you into his chest, just holding you there in an attempt to shush you, closing his eyes as his brows pinched over them.

"what's your name?" you asked softly, your voice barely audible over the crackling of the distant bonfire. you paused, waiting for a response, but he didn't seem to react, his eyes still closed as if savoring the moment. you tried again, a little louder this time, "what is your name?" you pointed at his chest.

he peeped through his eyelids, a sliver of vermilion meeting yours with a flicker of confusion. "nafnið mitt?" he asked, the foreign words rolling off his tongue. he tilted his head, as though trying to piece together what you were asking.

you frowned, gesturing to yourself. "i'm…" you said your name slowly, pointing at your chest, then gestured to him, raising your brows expectantly.

he blinked, mildly confused, before a smirk tugged at his lips. "Katsuki," he said, his voice low and rough. he tapped his chest, meeting your eyes again. "Kat-su-ki," he repeated, in the same manner you pronounced yours, ensuring you understood.

"Ka-tsu-ki…" you tested the name on your tongue, the unfamiliar syllables feeling oddly satisfying. his smirk widened slightly, pleased that you had caught on.

you nodded, offering a small smile in return, then gestured to yourself again. "my name is…" you repeated your name slowly once more, hoping to bridge the language barrier. his brows furrowed, lips moving as he attempted to mimic the unfamiliar sounds. his effort was clumsy but endearing, and you couldn't help the small laugh that escaped you.

his frown deepened at your amusement. he murmured your name under his breath a few more times, his pronunciation improving with each attempt, until he finally said it with enough accuracy to make you grin.

"that's right!" you cheered softly, nodding in approval.

he held your gaze for a moment longer, his expression unreadable, before his hand came up to gently brush against your cheek. his touch was surprisingly tender, his calloused fingers rough against your skin, but warm.

"sofa," he murmured again, his tone softer this time. he gestured toward the furs, his crimson eyes watching you closely.

you hesitated, unsure if he was commanding you or simply suggesting something. this is it. you thought, heart racing, as you slowly nodded, giving him a glance over your shoulder, before crawling onto the makeshift bed.

he stood for a moment, watching as you adjusted yourself among the furs, before he joined, sinking beside your head with his weight on his palms, caging you in under him. his hair fell beautifully over his narrow, glowing eyes, his nose brushing against yours as he lowered to your quivering lips, sucking them between his, tugging at your plump bottom lip with his teeth.

footsteps thumping right outside your tent made your heart race, thinking someone was coming, but he didn't stop, nor did he care, he hiked up the thin fabric of your dress, his large hand caressing your upper thigh as he shed the leather covering his— good god... you look down and your eyes widened. he smirked and hooked the strap of your dress with a finger to pull it down, and expose your heaving chest.

"Katsuki!" the blonde woman from earlier yelled, barging into the tent, "Tak hendur þínar af henni, þú þarft at vera við ráðsafn. núna!"

"För Guðs sakar, kona!" he yelled back, moving himself off you to sit. he looked up at her worried frown... "Ek kem..." you had no idea what was happening... eyes darting between them as their words flowed out of their mouth and their hands moved in frustration as they spoke.

katsuki looked back at you, a worried expression overtaking the lustful one he had mere seconds ago. he kneeled down kissed you, then threw on his cloak and left. the woman rested a comforting hand on your shoulder, gently smiling before she too headed out, leaving you alone, following behind your husband.

»»————> 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘; <————««

❈ "Nú ger hana konu þína." - now make her your wife

❈ "hvat í helvíti, kona!?" - what in the hell woman!?

❈ "þar" - there

❈ "nafnið mitt?" - my name?

❈ "leggjask" lie down

❈ "sofa" - sleep

❈ "Katsuki! Tak hendur þínar af henni, þú þarft at vera við ráðsafn. núna!"- katsuki! take your hands off her, you need to be at the council gathering. now!

❈ "För Guðs sakar, kona!" - for gods sake, woman!

❈ "Ek kem..." - I'm coming...

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