#NO HAPPT ENDING

[yujinslovr]

i’m actually going to write the most heart wrenching disgustingly sad angst about 2kim AND write it in first person.

[hanafubukki]

Thinking about true love and book 7 again:

True Love is what allowed Malleus to be conceived by his parents and eventually hatched by Lilia.

True love is what put baby Silver to sleep by his parents and woken up by Lilia.

Sebeks parents were able to walk past the line of human and fae, of hundreds of years of animosity, and allowed them to have their children.

Love is what diasomnia is about and love is also what caused the OB to happen.

Love is as destructive and chaotic as it is healing and nourishing 🥹😭💚

[theborgqueen2]

I'm watching 6x22 Muse for the first time. They had chakotay and janeway kiss in the play. Because even some alien who's only heard stories about them can feel the fucking tension.

[eddiewithcat]

we are living in a timeline where it is implied that loki and mobius are in love with each other btw.

let that sink in.

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

There and back again

by corrodedbisexual (mishabawlins)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dialogue Heavy, Confessions, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Getting Together, First Kiss, Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Not Canon Compliant - Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, POV Eddie Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Friends to Lovers Words: 3,981 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

In the summer of 1987, Eddie Munson returns to Hawkins for what he plans to be a quick bittersweet reunion with his uncle and friends before he leaves this place, with no promise of a future for him, in his rearview mirror once more. What he doesn't expect is to learn that he's had a reason to stay all along.

[greetingsfromuranus]

Hello. I'll ask you a strange question because I have a similar obsession to eene. This concerns me personally, if anything. I love this cartoon mainly because of Edd and it scares me... I have an obsession that some years, I am trying to stop loving Edd and this cartoon, but everything returns to my roots as soon as I even see something related. This makes me feel more uncomfortable. This has never happened to me, I always stopped loving something at some point and my obsession became weaker. Do you have any advice? Sometimes I regret that I even decided to watch this cartoon.. This cartoon is cool, but it's not worth my obsession. And especially Edd, he’s a simple character who shouldn’t be liked so much, it’s not normal. I seriously want to found a religion for him, it scares me, I have always condemned such dependence, but now I behave the same way.. I’m disgusted with myself.. I became a fanatic, it's disgusting! I try to shift my attention to something else, but everything comes back to EEnE! It sounds funny, but I really suffer from this addiction, maybe I need a specialist :(

I understand how you feel, I know what it's like to be so obsessed with something unattainable that it hurts, but I don't think you should beat yourself up over it! You deserve better! Being ashamed or feeling disgusted with yourself is only going to make it hurt more - so I do think it would be a good idea to accept that part of you, so that you can cope better, and have more energy to put into constructive things :)

From my experience, trying to repress things internally often doesn't work, or can lead to heartbreak, and I don't want you to hurt yourself trying to do that. You shouldnt be ashamed of love! You cant control it, and its not your fault if it's something you dont want! I know being obsessed the way we are can be really really painful, scary, or it feels stupid, or like a waste of time. But chances are, you can't control how long it lasts or how intense it is - so I believe the best course of action is to try and work alongside the obsession to do something constructive or improve yourself.

You can't control the things your brain latches onto, but you can control what you do with them! Like for me, my obsession with Edd helped me finally start cleaning my living space (it was nearly hoarding, you couldn't see the floor most of the time. Ive been like this my whole life.), and helped me get the motivation to really work on improving my art. I'm not sure what skills you personally would like to focus on, but there are many things you could do! For example, you could learn coding & website design by making a website for him, or you could start leaning any sort of craft so you can make art of him!

Now on the other hand, I know how obsessions this strong can make one feel. I know it can feel so intense it's painful or scary, and I know how it hurts when you can't have the object of your love with you irl. There are many times when my obsession with him physically hurt so bad that i just wished it would stop. I know that pain so deeply, and I understand if keeping your obsession isn't worth it to you anymore. I'd seriously reccomend trying out the things I mentioned earlier, but if they don't work, it's important that you use healthy methods to distance yourself from it

One idea I have would be to find some healthy hobbies, like going on walks/hikes, gardening, cycling, cooking etc... better yet, find a club or something to join, just anything else to focus on! I really reccomend outdoor ones, because 1: there really is alot of natural beauty in the world, so many beautiful things to love, and 2: it's easier to distance yourself from the internet, tv, and any other things that would remind you of EEnE. Do something to keep you from getting bored, so your mind doesn't wander too much and go back to the obsession. (I will say, cooking is quite time consuming and takes alot of thinking! It could be a good distraction that's also fun and good for you)

I think your best bet would be to do a combination of both of these! Take energy away from feeling upset at yourself, and instead put it into doing something good for you. I know it can be difficult to start new things like that, but its at least worth a try. There's no guarantee the obsession would stop, but hopefully you may be able to find something to help put you in a better mindset! Once you're feeling better inside, the obsession may not hurt as much, or be as intense, and it will be easier to live with! :) this may be tough, but hopefully you will end up somewhere better in the long run!

You may have to try some different things and think of some more ideas, but if nothing works, it may be a good idea to talk to a professional about it! I'm sure it would be helpful in some way, and I really do hope you can be happier. They would likely have more guidance to give you than I do

Please feel free to ask me for any advice or support, I want you to be able to live happier. I'll be there to talk whenever you need. I care about you!! Please don't beat yourself up over anything, just try to cope as well as you can. Your happiness is most important. I wish you the best of luck in whatever you need to do 💛 and I hope it hurts less in the future

[uniquecellest]

Chapters: 3/5 Fandom: Shadow and Bone (TV), Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck, Matthias Helvar/Nina Zenik, Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa Characters: Jesper Fahey, Wylan Van Eck, Matthias Helvar, Nina Zenik, Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Colm Fahey, Marya Hendriks Additional Tags: Hanahaki Disease, Grisha Jesper Fahey, Grisha Nina Zenik, Sorry Not Sorry, Angst, show canon, book canon, Matthias lives because I do not handle grief well, Ambiguous/Open Ending Summary:

Grisha can't get sick, it is a known fact: The sky is blue, Kaz Brekker is the Bastard of the Barrel, and Grisha can't get sick. Yet, Jesper feels his lungs squeezing, ribs tightening. Flower petals and near full blooms falling from his lips. He has never heard of anything like this happening with Grisha.

He can manage it, though, just another thing to hide like his powers, like the depths of debts.

No. He can't, he realizes. It is only getting worse. The worst is when he is around Wylan.

OR

After the reveal of Wylan Hendriks being Van Eck's son, a fight between the merchling and the durast, and an accidental kiss Wylan and Jesper are back on better terms, but they aren't a thing again, which both are okay with. That is until one faithful day when Wylan sees a bloom covered in blood and Jesper laying silently.

[sparklestheunicorn]

Why did no one warn me about the end of mistborn

[blueysobssesions]

His last moments with you

Angst, Character death

Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Miguel O' Hara, Miles Morales, Peter B Parker, Gwen Stacy

Hobie Brown

His last moment with you, was him pulling you from the backstage, taking you to the stage while the band played their instruments. Kissing you right there, with his fans watching the two of you. You can hear the lousy screams from the crowd as he held you close, pulling away. "H-hobie..." "Shh, jus' look at me, luv" You locked eyes with Hobie, his forehead touching yours saying "I love ya'"Seems like most of the crowd heard what he said, they were screaming. You were flustered, wanting to go back to the backstage but, he placed a kiss on your cheek before letting you go.

The concert wasn't the same when Hobie took a break... over a month when the 'event' happened.

Pavitr Prabhakar

His last moments with you were after the graduation of the both of you, you two were excited at that moment. 3...2...1! the countdown finished, then everybody started to toss their caps in the air, celebrating the completion of the journey. As the caps fell back down, you locked eyes with Pavitr, leaning into a kiss. The world seemed to fade away in that moment, and all you could feel was the warmth of his lips against yours. Everyone looked at the both of you in awe, one of your bestfriend didn't hesitate to take a picture. "Everyone's looking at us" "Do you think that I care?" he said before pecking your lips.

It was a bittersweet goodbye, this would be the last time you would be together.

Miguel O' Hara

His last moment with you was, at the bedroom, cuddled up together. It was his first proper sleep. You watched as him peacefully drifted off, his breathing steady and his face relaxed. Your fingers slowly stroking his soft hair, while your other hand held his hand. You were happt to finally see him sleep properly, with how much he's focused and stressed... he couldn't sleep. As a wife of his, you need to take care of him and ensure he gets the rest he deserves. 

But now, he's taking care of himself... the word 'sleep' now was nothing to him.

Miles Morales

His last moments with you was having a dinner with you and his parents. Rio already liked you when you started to teach Miles spanish, and you helping jeff solve some crimes here and there. Miles couldn't help but smile at this. Rio was the one who made you come over and have dinner, and of course you agreed. He couldn't help but be flustered when you talked about him to them. "He did great at spanish class" you smiled, before eating your food. "Oh, really? Well, that's indeed great! What did he get?" "I think miles should answer that" you giggled. They turned their head towards them, which miles flinched. "u-uh, yeah... I got an A plus" he said nervously. Rio gasped, impressed "Wow, really! That's great!" "Good job, miles" they said. "Well, Y/n helped me with it. You guys should thank Y/n too" Miles smiled at you, how can he be lucky? You smiled back and blushed a little bit.

And now here... Rio and Jeff comforting their son... holding his phone, the picture of the both of you showing in the screen.

Peter B. Parker

His last moments with you is the both of you danicing in the living room while music plays in the backround. You began to move to the beat, leading him in a slow dance. As the both of you moved together, you both found lost in the moment, forgetting the world outside your own four walls. It was just the two of you, surrounded by love and music. The song ended and you both stood still for a moment before breaking apart and looking at each other with a smile on your face. "I love you," he said as he pulled you into his arms. "I love you too," you replied as he kissed your forehead.

It was the first and last dance for him

Gwen Stacy

Her last moments with you is hanging out with the others for the first time. Going on a picnic with Hobie, Pavitr, You, Gwen, Miles, Peni and Peter with mayday. As the sun set on that memorable day, laughter filled the air as you all bonded. It was a beautiful moment for everyone, the two of you watching the sunset while the others chatter. Your head on her shoulder as you both shared a comfortable silence. 

Knowing that it would be your last moments with all of them.

[dairyfreenugget]

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Figuring out Hornet's gijinka design 👍 Not fully happt with it but it's some progress

ID start: Two half-nude halfbody doodles of Hornet from Hollow Knight as a human with light purple shading. In the first doodle she's looking to the side with a smirk, one set of arms crossed over her chest and the other rested on her hips, she's also wearing a brown bra. In the second doodle she's seen from behind, stretching with one set of arms over her head and the other resting on her hips, she has short, fluffy ginger and white tail. She's muscular, light skinned with piebald spots on her forehead, cheeks, limbs and tail; she has three-toned ginger and white short hair that curls up, short facial hair and ginger body hair, two sets of arms with furry, clawed hands, horns, elf ears and pure white irises. End ID.

ID start: Two half-nude halfbody doodles of Hornet from Hollow Knight as a human. In the first doodle she's looking to the side with a smirk, one set of arms crossed over her chest and the other rested on her hips, she's also wearing a brown bra. In the second doodle she's seen from behind, stretching with one set of arms over her head and the other resting on her hips, she has short, fluffy ginger and white tail. She's muscular, light skinned with piebald spots on her forehead, cheeks, limbs and tail; she has three-toned ginger and white short hair that curls up, short facial hair and ginger body hair, two sets of arms with furry, clawed hands, horns, elf ears and pure white irises. End ID.

[fall0utmind]

About #marcs medical records getting leaked

Will have a happy ending? or more than one parte?

Hi, hello,

Thank you soooo much for asking!!

Short answer, yes! Happt endings ftw Currently undecided on the length

Long answer:

I love an angst with a happy ending. I will put our beloved people through hell and back. But the important thing is they come back. This fic, in particular, will be very painful for Marc and Vale, but especially marc, poor guy. I'm a sucker for Marc whump ngl. This fic will talk a lot about mental health (in a positive, recovered way) and physical health, as well as self neglect and sad thoughts!!! I'm trying to do it in a very untriggering way though and like I said, it will have a positive ending.

Butttttttttt, they come out at the end happy and in love, I hope that satisfies you. Unless you like sad endings (I could do an alternative..)

In terms of parts... originally I was like ok, one chapter one shot approx 5,000 words. Yeah, that's gone OUT the window.

At the moment it's either gonna be multi chapter or multi part??

I'll probably do chapters for the main bit I spoke about (the leak and the rosquez reconcilliation) but maybe some parts to delve deeper into certain people's thoughrs/ flashbacks/ the future events?

Do let me know if you have any thoughts/ opinions!!!

[burgycreeper405-blog]

HAPPT BURG-DAY! :D

if cheesy was here. he'd slap his knee so hard that he'd end up in the hospital/jjjjjj

thank youu

[a-traveling-star]

Haha, good luck on saving Vaugarde Saviors! Hopefully I get a chance to meet you all in person before you split up at the end.

I mean, it makes sense right? The Housemaiden would stay with the House, the Defender would probably go back to his old job once able, the Researcher has to go home to.. Ka Buan I believe the rumors say? And that Kid has a family of their own they are fighting for.

... Hey

What about you, Wanderer?

....I have a fmily.... I know I did

I already know we'll split up after, I kniw I know!! But th-we'll als be happt!!

Jsut please stop

[lady-loveluck]

I just found your blog (and the corresponding fics that go with your art) and let me just say you have the most amazing art style. The way you draw the losers is flawless and your Richie is quite literally my favorite. He just a little guy and you make him so perfect

That's so sweet of you so happt that you like my work! 😭💕

I'm happy how my designs of the losers ended up being, I gotta draw more ruth and pete cuz those two are adorable buttt right now richie and max got my brain in a deathgrip ksdjflk

[jedipoodoo]

Secret Kingdoms Part Five (Sergeant Hunter x Reader)

Notes: magic and enchantments, impromptu dance party, MC eats peanuts at one point so if you're allergic to peanuts irl you aren't for this chapter. Asajj Ventress makes quick cameo to cause drama likeyado. MC gets really self-deprecating at the end of this one so take care of yourself. Dividers by @saradika . This chapter goes out to @dragonrider9905 who is writing their own medieval Hunter au!! Go check it out!

Oh, and happt belated birthday to @photogirl894

Lula roared in greeting, and rammed her head against your side the way a cat would wrap itself around your leg in an attempt to trip you.

“Woah, easy there girl!” You laughed and held out your arms, letting Lula nuzzle into your chest with a head that was almost as big as your entire body.

“I missed you too, girl,” You told her softly.

Then Padme, of all people, lighted down off the dragon’s back, graceful without even trying, and ran towards you, shouting your name.

“Princess!” You caught her in your arms as she embraced you. She was dressed in a thick woolen gown, and her face was still flushed with hairs escaping her simple braid.

“They said you had a fever!” You scolded.

“I had to make sure you were alright!” She insisted, “Crosshair and the others said they would follow Hunter to Serenno and I begged them to bring you back,” She sobbed against your shoulder, but only for a moment.

“And don’t worry for my condition, the Duchess frets enough for both of us.” She wiped her face and held her head high so that the men wouldn’t see her moment of weakness.

She looked around, finally catching sight of your strange new friends.

“Are these men…” She nodded to the Serennians, suspicious.

“They pose no threat,” You promised Anakin and the others, “They were just as much a victim of Dooku as we were.”

Three of the Serennians bowed to Padme, and the other two did the best they could while supporting each other in their injuries.

“The people of Serenno are at your disposal, your highness,” Their leader said, “The actions of Dooku were not ours.”

Padme nodded with the grace of a queen, “Thank you for your help. Now we have to help Duke Kenobi deal with the rest of your army,” She looked over her shoulder, and you could hear the faint sounds of battle in the distance; the whinny of a horse, metal clanging against metal, and men’s shouts that begged the stars above for victory.

“You mean the golems!” Tech interjected.

The sounds of battle drew your attention, clanging swords, screams of dying men, and hollow cries of the iron-made golems.

You turned to the Serrenians that had become your allies, "Do you know how we can destroy the golems?"

Their leader shook his head, "They didn't trust us enough to show us how it worked."

You ground your teeth in frustration. Grievous was smarter than you thought.

Lula appeared blissfully unaware of the conundrum, pressing her scaled snout low to the leaf-covered ground and sniffing everything within reach. It was a bit hard to try and have a conversation to plan your next step when a large dragon was wandering between everyone and you had to avoid being stepped on.

"Lula!" You scolded as she had two of the Serrenians backed up against the tree, sniffing their armor with great interest. She snorted, sending a huff of smoke up in their faces. Well, if they reminded her of her captors, you couldn't really blame her.

"Come on, you big ugly beast," Crosshair's voice lacked it's typical venom as he tried to urge Lula away from the terrified soldiers.

"Come on, girl!" Wrecker patted her side gently, trying to get her to stay still for a moment.

While they dealt with her, Padme inquired of the goblet in your hands.

You looked down at your hands, clutching the chalice that Grievous had been guarding. "If this is their anchor, how do we destroy it?"

"That..." Tech paused a single finger raised just so, "I am not sure."

"It's a cup! Just smash it!" Wrecker slid down Lula's back and snatched the cup from your hand. Grasping it by the stem, he attempted to smash the bowl of the goblet against a rock. A clap of thunder echoed through the woods, and a ripple of air hit all of you, knocking you off your feet. Hunter threw himself over you, and Tech had attempted to shield Padme from the energy. When you all had gathered your wits, the cup lay on the ground at Wrecker's feet, still intact.

"Nice," Crosshair grunted, brushing leaves from his hair. He had been sitting pretty on Lula's back until the ripple of energy had knocked him off.

Lula crooned curiously, leaning down towards the goblet.

"Lula, no wait!" You had no idea what the dark magic could do to her, but Lula had no fear. She growled at the goblet, and took a deep breath.

"She's gonna blow!" Wrecker grabbed Padme and pulled her behind one of the trees to protect her.

Lula roared with the crackle of white-hot fire as Hunter shielded you with his cloak. Lula shot a powerful, concentrated flame at the goblet, and with an eerie, high-pitched scream, the chalice shattered as if it was just waiting for Wrecker's strike to kick in.

The shriek faded, and a low rumbling echoed through the forest like a minor ground quake.

"Did... Did that do it then?" Wrecker asked.

You looked up, stomping out a stray burn that had caught on the dry leaves of the forest bed. Lula glared at the smoking circle of ash where the chalice had been. She huffed and sat down, satisfied with her handiwork.

"Fascinating," Tech adjusted his spectacles and took a few steps towards the dragon, trying not to startle her, "I had read hearsay of dragon flames defeating dark magic, but I found it quite unprobable. It seems I was wrong."

"For once in your life," Hunter chuckled, and pulled you closer.

Everything happened in a blur after that. The battle was over, and with it went the adrenaline and energy you’d been running on since your escape. Captain Romar and the Serennians officially surrendered to Duke Kenobi with the condition that their people be spared. The only caveat was that Grievous had escaped.

Duke Kenobi enlisted Captain Romar and the Serennian King’s Guard to lead a contingent of men to Serenno, arresting Dooku’s allies and making sure Grievous didn’t return.

In the meantime, the rest of you returned home.

The princess re-entered the capital, flanked by twenty men, including Hunter and his brothers, led by Sir Skywalker. The people lined the roads, throwing flowers for the heroes of the war. 

“God save the princess!” They cried, trying to get their blossoms to land in her lap. Young ladies waved their handkerchiefs to catch the attention of the knights. Wrecker waved shyly to the girl whose kerchief landed on his head.

Most of the soldiers stayed in the city to join in the celebrations. Winter was coming closer, and the weather could only be so nice for so long, but you followed the princess inside the castle walls, where the king and queen were waiting for her. Anakin anticipated Padme’s anxiety to see her parents, and was down from his horse in time to help Padme down from hers. She sprinted across the courtyard, meeting her mother halfway there. A few ladies tittered with whispers, but not many could find fault with the king and queen’s joy to see their daughter again.

“Allow me,” Hunter gently placed his hands on your waist and lifted you down from your horse. You gasped in surprise, but you were already on the ground.

Hunter leaned in close to your ear, “Is my lady afraid of a simple knight?” He teased.

“Hunter!” You clasped your hand over your mouth to keep yourself from making any unseemly noises, and ducked your head to hide your blush.

“Apologies, milady,” He whispered, tucking a bit of hair back behind your ear, and with it, a flower, one of the blossoms thrown by the crowd.

You looked up at him at last, and cupped the blossom delicately, stroking its silky petals, and dreamed of wearing a dress that felt so wonderful. You were almost tempted to kiss him, but then you remembered that you were in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by vulture’s eyes and mockingbird’s beaks. 

“I need to be by the princess,” You realized softly. Hunter could sense your reluctance with his own as his eyes softened.

“Okay. I’ll see you at the ceremony?” His hand squeezed your shoulder.

“I think so,” You bit your lip. Out of habit, you reached for your collarbone, trying to feel the pendant Hunter had made you, only to remember in a rush of sadness that it had been lost when you escaped Ohnaka and the pirates.

Padme and her parents were already heading inside, and you needed to take her cloak. Hunter tried to grasp your hand as you hurried after them, only for your fingers to slip through his hand. You kept yourself from looking back. He was a knight, you were a maid. You both had your duties to perform.

The next day, after a royal feast had been held to celebrate Padme’s return, King Ruwee wanted to honor the heroes of the battle with Serenno. 

“Why do all of you look gloomier than a cat in the mud?” You asked Hunter’s brothers as you prepared them for the ceremony. Each of them stood stiffly, in polished armor and vibrant ceremonial cloaks, shuffling on timid feet as they eyes darted about the empty hallway. You could hear the murmurs of the assembled courtiers just inside the throne room, and they were about to march out in front of all of them.

Tech chuckled, “It’s…not really our thing.”

“Accolades,” Crosshair tossed his cape over his shoulder, hitting Hunter in the face.

Hunter nudged Crosshair meaningfully, “King Ruwee is doing us a great honor today. Maybe today is finally the day we each get our own titles.”

He tugged at the neck of his cape, and you took the ties from his hands, carefully tying them securely so that the cape rested just so on the shoulders of his polished armor without choking his neck.

Before you could step away, Hunter caught your hand. He placed a kiss as soft as a butterfly’s wing on your knuckles. 

“I’ll see you in there, milady,” He murmured as you collected your thoughts.

You couldn’t help the smile that fluttered on your lips, “Good luck, Sir Hunter.”

You left Hunter and his brothers to brace themselves for a different kind of battle, and snuck in through the servant’s halls to make it to your spot at Padme’s side.

Padme sat on her throne, just off to the right of her mother’s high seat. She wrung a handkerchief in her hands, and you could faintly make out a blue flower embroidered on the corner. Embroidery work that she’d done for Sir Anakin.

“Are you alright, your highness?” You asked, placing your hand just over hers to massage her white knuckles.

She flashed a nervous smile at you, “You’ve saved my life, I think we’re past the whole ‘your highness’ thing,” She laughed weakly. 

“Padme,” You scolded, “I’m still responsible for your well-being.”

Padme squeezed your hand, “And I will always be grateful for that.”

Before you could press Padme for what was wrong, the trumpets sounded a fanfare. A hush fell through the throne room, and all turned towards the door as they opened with a majestic groan, making way for the heroes of Naboo. 

It was the six of them who had been sent to rescue you and Padme: Hunter and his brothers, and Anakin, the man who had ridden through several blockades with just his horse and sword to rescue the princess and bring her to safety. 

Hunter and his brothers were credited for the death of Count Dooku, and for that, King Ruwee made each of them a Duke. 

Your heart beat erratically as Hunter knelt before the King, the last of his brothers to be dubbed a duke at the edge of the king’s blade. Hunter caught your nervous glance as he knelt, and subtly winked at you before giving the king his focus. 

You knew he didn’t understand. A Knight and a servant wasn’t too much of a stretch, but a Duke and a servant were something else entirely. King Ruwee would never allow it, especially if Padme was hoping to marry her own beloved Knight one day.

The court was disappointed that Anakin was only made a duke, particularly when the herald had just finished reading a list of his noble accomplishments, but from the twinkle in Duke Kenobi’s eye, that wasn’t all that King Ruwee had in mind.

King Ruwee handed his sword to Queen Jobal and held out his hand to raise Anakin from the food, as he had done with the others before him. “Rise, Sir Skywalker, Lord of the Varykino lakes.”

The room thundered with applause for the Princess’s heroic rescuer. Anakin smiled for the crowd, but he stood awkwardly under all the attention. King Ruwee took pity on him after a moment and raised his hands for silence.

“As hero of Naboo, I will grant you one boon; whatever you will ask of me, I will grant it.”

The nobles gasped, whispering again at the king’s extreme generosity.

“Your majesty,” Anakin sank to his knees, “As a knight of Naboo, I want for nothing.”

The assembled crowd of nobles tittered approvingly at Anakin’s display of humility, and you rolled your eyes. You knew for a fact that was a lie. 

“Except for one thing,” Anakin raised his head to face his king, but his eyes landed on Padme. 

“I am afraid, however, that it is not something that you can give me, your majesty.”

King Ruwee looked to his daughter. Padme’s hand rested on her chest, trying to keep her breath steady, but the look she shared with Anakin never wavered.

Ruwee smiled like he knew this was coming. 

“Whatever you shall ask, Sir Skywalker, I give you my blessing.”

Anakin slowly pulled himself to his feet with shaking limbs, and you backed away from your position just behind Padme’s throne. Padme stood as Anakin approached her, clutching his hands in her pale fingers.

“Your majesty, Princess,” He whispered. You might have been the only one to hear his heart-melting declaration of love to Padme, but it was just as well. They deserved to have this one thing for themselves in a life full of courtly machinations.

“Yes,” Padme whispered. She broke out into a smile, and Anakin’s forehead rested against hers as he heaved a sigh of relief.

They held hands, but now they turned to face the court.

“Your majesties King Ruwee and Queen Jobal, I ask for your blessing in taking Princess Padme Amidala Naberrie, the first of her name, as my wife.”

Ruwee looked to his wife just to be sure. Jobal dabbed away a tear at the tender display, but nodded all the same.

Cheers all the louder filled the throne room, echoing through the stone chamber. Wrecker perhaps cheered the loudest, but it meant more to you and Hunter than it did to anyone else. He caught your eye as Padme and Anakin linked arms for all the court to see.

”I love you,” He mouthed.

It was a familiar scene, the chandeliers flickering overhead as the minstrels played jaunty tune after jaunty tune. Not only was this ball a celebration of the defeat of Dooku, but now it was also a celebration of the beloved Princess’s engagement. You ran interference with the other nobles to let Anakin and Padme have their moment on the dance floor, the center of everyone’s attention. Even King Ruwee, with his blood pressure, escorted his wife to the dance floor for a turn or two. 

You were wearing the shimmering blue gown again, not that anyone else would care. Padme was convinced that the dress had been what caught Hunter’s eye at your first ball, and promised that it would capture his attention. Or at least, it would if you could ever find him in this crowd. 

You were trying to distract a few well-wishers with a delicacy of sugared dates and pistachios when you heard a sultry voice.

“The new title suits you, my Lord.”

That voice itself didn’t mean anything to you, until you heard the reply.

“Oh, well thank you.”

You froze. That was Hunter’s voice. In the constant hum of chatter from the around the ballroom, it was hard to make out the tone of his voice, but you spotted him easily enough. He stood with the Baroness Talzin and her daughter, Asajj. 

“I have heard of your many exploits in battle, my lord. Should you be looking for a sparring partner, something…different, perhaps, to challenge your skills, I should be happy to lend a hand,” Asajj toasted Hunter with her ruby red goblet of wine. There was no mistaking her tone, she had a little more in mind than simply sparring.

You kept your breathing even. Despite Padme’s generosity, you were still a maid. You had a job to do. You took the tray of dates and turned to the nobles you were supposed to be entertaining, speaking more forcefully than usual to both catch their attention, and distract yourself. 

Someone called your name over the crowd, and you tried to brush it off as you had Baron Papanoida speak with Duke Kenobi and Duchess Kryze in an effort to give Padme and Anakin a few more moments alone.

“Milady!” He had found you now, it was impossible to avoid it. So when he tapped your arm to catch your attention, you place the tray between the two of you.

“Figs and nuts, sir?” 

Hunter blinked, and glanced down at the last treat on the tray. “Have you had any?”

It was your turn to be confused, “Well, no, I’m not supposed to-”

“Forget what you’re ‘supposed’ to do,” Hunter plucked the tray from your hand and took the last date, setting the tray aside and holding it out towards you.

Slightly embarrassed at his insistence, you refused to open your mouth until the sugary dusting brushed your lips. No use refusing it now. You opened your mouth and let Hunter place the date on your tongue. The slightly sour flavor exploded with the sugar, and you hummed in pleasure, just now realizing how hungry you had been.

“It’s good, right?” Hunter took a handful of peanuts from the serving dish and handed a few to you, “I first fell in love with figs when we were sent to Mandalore. Everyone eats them there.”

“It’s delicious,” You agreed, popping a few more in your mouth. You ate ravenously, Hunter could hardly get a word in edgewise until you were finished. Unable to wipe the peanut dust from your fingers onto your silken dress, Hunter offered you his handkerchief.

“Dance with me, milady?” He asked. He held out his hand, giving you the choice.

“I told you, don’t call me that,” You said, resisting the urge to pout like a spoiled child. You twisted his kerchief in your hands. The edge was embroidered with vines, just like the pendant he had made you.

Hunter simply smiled, “To recognize you as anything but a gracious lady would be just as impossible as stopping the sun from setting.

”Milady.”

Your face flushed, but it was impossible not to smile in reply. Of its own free will, your hand slipped into Hunters, and he spun you close, leading you to the edge of the dance floor.

“Last time, I hardly got the chance to dance with you,” He whispered so that only you would hear, “This time, I intend to have you as my only dance partner.”

Your breath caught on the lump in your throat, and you almost started to cry, but crying was forgotten as Hunter spun you under his arm, pulling a laugh from your chest that wrapped around the both of you and seemed to carry you far from the cares and worries of the ballroom.

It was almost enough to make you forget your staggeringly different places in society.

Almost.

Padme sat in the window the morning after, soaking up the sunlight of the early morning.

“Isn’t it so beautiful?” She asked you.

“Yes, it is, your highness,” You nodded, gently brushing her hair. The world had changed, but it still continued to spin on, and you still had work to do.

Padme turned, gently taking your hand, “How are things with you and Sir Hunter?” She asked.

Your smile wobbled, “Nevermind all that,” You said in a hurried whisper. You gently turned Padme’s head so that you could finish with her hair. 

She had worn an elaborate purple velvet dress for the ceremonies yesterday, and a shimmering gown in a yellow and pink gradient that was much better suited for dancing at the ball, but today was full of meetings to discuss what was to become of the Serennian lands after their surrender. She needed something dignified and elaborate to convey the sense of importance that these meetings held.  The dark red- almost brown- dress she was wearing was perhaps a little drab, but not when partnered with the cream sash and golden headpiece. 

Padme kept trying to get you to tell her everything that had happened while she was recovering at the Mandalorian Fortress, but you stubbornly refused.

“You look stunning, princess!” You told her, earnestly trying to avoid the worries in your heart.

Padme smiled at you, but you knew that she wasn’t buying your excuses. Fortunately for you, there was a knock at the door to her chambers and you had to answer it. 

The falconer’s apprentice handed you a scroll, sealed in black ink with Serenno’s traditional coat of arms. You gave the boy a coin for his troubles, and gave it to Padme to read as she hurried to the meeting. 

King Ruwee and Queen Jobal were already there, as were most of the council members. You quickly retrieved a pitcher of wine, pouring one for Padme and for several of the other council members who didn’t have their servants with them.

“As I am certain you all know, the purpose of this meeting is to decide the future of the kingdom of Serenno. Under Yan Dooku, who was slain by one of our own, all members of the royal family and those who would have a chance at a claim to the throne were wiped out. Those who were spared were absolutely loyal to Dooku,” Jobal began.

“As Serenno has surrendered to us, under the treaty of the Nine Kingdoms, we are free to absorb Serenno into our kingdom, or allow it to govern itself.”

Lord Taa harumphed, “If all who remain are loyal to Dooku, who is to say they won’t attack us again if we let them be? We’d be setting ourselves up for certain doom!”

King Ruwee held out his hand to calm his portly courtier.

“My dear, I believe you had more information on this front?” He asked Padme.

Padme sat up straight, holding the parchment she had received. "We have word from Romar, the captain of the King's Guard, that Dooku's allies have fled Serreno. His people offer their unconditional surrender." 

"Unconditional Surrender seems very extreme for a people who had nothing to do with their tyrant's machinations." Kenobi pondered, stroking his beard as he thought. 

"They're terrified," You spoke up. Suddenly, all eyes were on you. You gulped nervously, white-knuckling the pitcher. Padme hadn't been in Serenno. She hadn't seen what had become of a once prosperous mining kingdom. But you had. 

"Dooku killed their king, and anyone who could claim to be heir to the throne. He used dark magic that he found with the help of merchants from Nemoidia and the guilds in Geonosis, and he used that dark magic to threaten Serenno's people to submission. If they didn't give in to Dooku's reign, he would have wiped them out as well as us."

King Ruwee sat back in his chair, regarding you curiously. "What would you say they want, then?"

"Food," was your immediate answer, "They're starving. All of their resources went to Dooku and his allies. They have no loyalty to him. But they will be loyal to those who will take care of them and establish peace."

The council members murmured thoughtfully as they considered your words.

“Perhaps it would be best to absorb Serenno into our kingdom,” Ruwee said, “It would eradicate tariffs on food supplies-”

“And their mines would certainly be advantageous!” Taa said. He toasted the King, letting a few drops spill over the brim of his goblet.

“The new Dukes, aside from Lord Anakin, have yet to be assigned their own vassals. We could divide Serenno between them,” Jobal pointed to the map on the table.

Your spirits lifted. At least something was going right; Hunter and his brothers would be certain to take care of the people of Serenno, and if their interactions with the Serennian King’s Guard were anything to go off of, they would fit right in at home. And it would be far away enough to keep them away from the vultures of Court.

You were so pleased with this turn of events that you hardly noticed when the subject of conversation turned, if only for a moment.

“Speaking of the dukes, my sister is set to inherit a large portion of land upon her wedding day,” Duchess Kryze said slowly, “You have that accounted for, I assume, your majesty?”

You cocked your head to the side, trying not to sound too interested as you refilled Lord Taa’s goblet of wine.

“Of course, Satine, I promise I wouldn’t forget,” Ruwee chuckled.

“Good,” Duchess Kryze took an elegant sip from her goblet, “I had the notion just the other day, she would make a handsome partner for Sir Hunter, I think.”

You heard the pitcher crash against the stone floor, and as the noise rang in your ear you felt something soaking into your boot. 

“Forgive me, my lords,” You said on autopilot. Two footmen ran forward to help you clean up your mess, and you tried to mop it as best you could with your apron.

“No worries, my dear,” King Ruwee waved it off, and nodded to the duchess to continue.

“It’s a sizeable land, and with their skills I feel that Sir Hunter and my sister, Lady Kryze, would be a good match. Certainly a strong ally to your majesty should another enemy such as Dooku raise their ugly head.  I would have to speak to my sister, of course, but this marriage would prove advantageous to the young duke. I understand he wants what is best for his brothers, and this would help Sir Hunter arrange further advantageous marriages for them.”

“Are you alright?” Padme whispered as you shuffled your way over to her side, trembling and soaked with wine.

“I’m fine,” You assured her. You picked up the metal pitcher, ascertaining its condition, and fled the room with as much dignity as you could muster. 

You tossed the pitcher at the scullery maid. If you had any of your scruples about you, you would have moved on and grabbed a fresh pitcher so that you could return to the council room. Instead, you climbed down into the cellar and shut the door behind you, trying not to scream as tears burned into your cheeks.

You knew that you were well below Hunter’s station, but hearing the mere suggestion of Hunter being married to someone else was tearing your heart apart with every beat.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Hunter always put his brothers first, Duchess Satine was right about that. How could he refuse an offer like this? 

You buried your face in your hands and fell to your knees.

You had to face it now.

Hunter would never be yours.

Lady Luck (Prequel)

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[girl-next-door-writes]

All I Want For Christmas Is You

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Now you and Steve are officially together it’s only right that you are so adorably cute it makes people want to puke, right?

Word Count: 1026 words

Prompt: #8: A and B give each other gifts in a gift exchange

A/N: The amazing @stupendous-science science requested this prompt for the wonderful Mrs. Steve Rogers and I figured it was the perfect ending to this little series. I hope you have enjoyed my Steven’s Greetings. If you did then please reblog, if you didn’t then feel free to move on with your life and not give it a second thought.

The month of December seemed to have flown by in the blink of an eye, and part of Steve was sad to see it go. So much had happened, lots of little things that had led him right here, sat with you snuggled beside him on the sofa surrounded by your friends. The final gift exchange of the year was always a much celebrated tradition, something thoughtful that represented the past year for the person you had pulled from the hat. And by hat, that was H.A.P.P.T, Highly Accurate People Picking Technology. Tony insisted the p’s were silent.

Steve had been nervous and excited when he had picked out your name, torn between revealing his feelings for you and keeping them hidden. Now the cat was out of the bag about his deep affection for you he decided to combine the gifts he into one super soldier sized gift.

Secretly, everyone hoped that Tony had picked them. His gifts were always incredibly personal, outrageously expensive and the envy of everyone. He had a knack for gifts, despite claiming to hate the sentimentality of the season. Steve could only hope that you weren’t too disappointed.

“Okay, so this one is for Capsicle. Well done whoever bought this, you have perfectly disguised your handwriting and I have been unable to figure out who you are.” Tony narrowed his eyes as he looked at his friends, trying to see any hint of a reaction that would give them away.

“Tony, if you really wanted to know who everyone got you could just ask happt.” Scott grinned, knowing how much the mispronunciation would irritate Stark.

“Come on, punk. Open it up so we can get round to Tony’s before he has an aneurism.” Bucky chuckled, knowing full well who Steve’s ‘secret santa’ was.

Carefully, he unwrapped his gift, folding the paper and placing it to one side just as his mom had always done when he was growing up, no point wasting good paper. His brow furrowed as he revealed a box, wondering if this was one of those trick gifts from Stark that would result in him opening smaller and smaller boxes until he found a set of car keys. Removing the lid, a smile tugged at his lips when he saw it was basically a hamper of all his favourite things. There were a couple of records, new sketching pencils, a book he had mentioned wanting to read a couple of months ago, some soft, fluffy Captain America socks, some bubble bath which claimed it helped relax and sooth aching muscles, a small bottle of Asgardian mead and a sketchbook that looked somehow familiar. His fingers ran over the leather cover as his mind tried to pluck out where he had seen them. It was hand bound, filled with handmade pages, no two the same size or shade. It reminded him of his first sketchbooks made up of random pieces of paper he had shuffled together between two sheets of cardboard.

He must have been completely silent as he stared at his gift because people weren’t sure how he was feeling about it. Was he disappointed? Was he upset?

“Hey man, you okay?” Sam asked softly, bringing Steve back to the present.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. I just can’t believe one of you guys put so much thought into this! This is amazing. Thank you.” He looked up and smiled at everyone before turning his attention back to the mystery of the sketchbook. He had seen it recently, seen a whole bunch of them, he just couldn’t figure out where.

He had been so preoccupied that he hadn’t realised Tony was passing a gift to you until your elbow bumped him as you pulled back the wrapping paper. Steve’s eyes flitted from the pile on your lap to your face, eager to see your reaction, hoping he had this all right.

Your heart stuttered when you saw your haul. “Looks like we had the same idea.” You looked over at your boy with a soft smile and he realised where he had seen those books! It had been at the Christmas market he’d gone to with you because Bucky bailed. You had left him standing in the crowd and must have bought it then.

Steve grinned as he watched you inspect each item. Your favourite chocolate, favourite book, favourite movie. There was a mix cd with all your favourite songs on it and you chuckled at how old school that was before making a mental note to ask Tony if he had a way to play a cd. There was one of Steve’s hoodies that you had commented on several times, a lip balm in your favourite flavour and a plushie of your favourite animal. In amongst all this was a small box, which you looked at curiously before picking it up and looking at Steve.

It was too big for a ring, but smaller than shoes. The box itself looked a little battered but that didn’t bother you. Opening the lid, your brow furrowed in confusion for a moment. Inside was a paper napkin, a golden brown leaf, some ticket stubs, a square of folded up used wrapping paper and various detritus. It took you a moment before you realised the wrapping paper was the kind you’d used to wrap the tree presents. The ticket stubs were from the Christmas market. The napkin was from the restaurant you’d had dinner with your family. Each and every little piece of tat in that box was something Steve had kept over the past year that had anything to do with you.

“Oh, Steve.” You whispered breathlessly as the full emotional weight of the gift hit you. Carefully placing everything on the ground, you climbed into his lap and wrapped your arms around him tight, whispering a million 'thank yous’ in his ear.

“Anything for my girl.” He murmured back, holding you just as tight. This was everything he had ever wished for, and he would happily give up each and every gift he’d ever got because all he wanted for Christmas was you, and you were all he needed.