#THE KING OF HIS HEART AND THEN LATER SAYING OUT LOUD WITH HIS MOUTH 'YOU'RE THE HEART' for you guys to disrespect

[bylertruther]

william wheeler > michael byers

[unrefinedmusings]

hunger

pairing: joel miller x f!reader warning: 18+, MDNI, smut

a/n: my life got flipped turned upside down this past month, so sorry about no new stories. but there's a pt 2 to sweet, sweet sugar in the works still, and i promise i'll get to my requests. in the meantime, i felt compelled to write this. *sigh* that old man never leaves my mind

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joel miller joel miller joel miller

and how much he would ache after settling in jackson. now that he doesn't have to constantly be on the lookout for danger, all that focus shifts to you. everything you do gets him worked up: bending over to get something out of the oven, your hand wrapped around the neck of a beer bottle, a whiff of your hair as you pass him in the hallway.

you're out together at the tipsy bison. you meet his gaze across the room. you flush. it's clear what he's thinking about. his stare is like a beam of sunshine, warming you to your bones as it sweeps over your body. you know he gets worked up like that, just from watching your every move. the sway of your hips, the blush in your cheeks, the teeth that bite into your lips when you catch him staring.

you're saying goodbye and out the backdoor before you know it. he's not far behind. joel's hasty exit makes tommy smirk. he was used to it by now. the way you two always seemed to leave early, no matter the function. other folks in town assumed you liked to turn in early. they weren't completely wrong, but going to bed doesn't have to mean going to sleep.

(when ellie was around, "going to bed" sometimes meant being railed against the side of the house, joel's hand over your mouth muffling screams loud enough to wake up every man, woman, and Infected in the state.)

but tonight a screening of the lion king is scheduled, so all jackson residents under the age of 17 are currently munching on jiffy pop in the rec center. being able to tumble into the house with joel, lips and hands clinging to one another, is almost worth hearing ellie's inevitable rendition of hakuna matata later tonight.

joel is standing in the living room, hands on your hips and lips on your neck. he eyes the stairs and decides they're too far. why not take advantage of an empty house? he's bending you over the side of the couch with one hand and undoing his belt with the other. your jeans come off and he's home. the sweet warmth of yours he's grown familiar with welcomes him back, easing the ache in his bones and the weight of his heart.

you're helpless and give in to the current of joel's deep, powerful thrusts. your back arches and his hands cup your breasts, nipples growing hard under his rough touch. the edge is so close when he rasps in your ear.

"want ya' all the time darlin'. finally found us some peace, and all I wanna do with it is ruin my sweet girl everyday."

nothing sounds better, so you cum. one of many times that night. - - -

a couple of hours later, ellie is home and the three of you are seated at the dining table while she recounts the film. she's at the part when nala reunites with simba when joel's hand starts tracing patterns on your bare knee. your eyes focus on the bowl of dry cheerios serving as your late night snack. you don't need to look at him to know.

he's not finished with you.

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💕💕💕 Thank you for reading 💕💕💕

[brewed-pangolin]

Random Soap Headcanons

Happy Super Soap Sunday! Have a healthy serving of random and domestic Soap headcanons. 🧼

Warnings: None, unless you get offended by ridiculous fluff

Johnny is definitely the kind of man who wants to make you breakfast in bed. He's a decent cook, but breakfast is his absolute forte.

And you'll get all the fixins: eggs cooked just the way you like, bacon so perfect it literally melts in your mouth.  And if you're feeling fancy, he'll gladly spice it up: hollandaise sauce, got it. Canadian bacon, you betcha.  Home fries or hashbrowns, the choice is all yours.

You ask for white pudding, this man's Scottish heart will melt in your hands. Want Lorne sausage, there will be a devilish little twinkle in his eyes (you'll get his sausage later on)

Johnny always has the fridge and pantry full of everything and anything when he's home. The culinary world is at your disposal, all you have to do is ask. And he always keeps your favorite foods stocked when he's on missions. Can't have his girl getting a craving with no way to curb it.

Domestic Soap is an absolute thing of beauty. This man almost always has at least four different projects that he bounces back and forth with. His hands have to be busy doing something, or they'll be all over you. Then you won't get anything done, and you'll procrastinate and on and on and on....

You can sit in one room all day doing your chores and Johnny will be criss crossing the entire square footage of your shared house like he's mapping it for Google. You may find him standing in one room periodically from time to time. He's not lost, he's thinking. Rebooting as some might say. Sometimes there's so much going on in that crested brain of his he needs a moment of stillness to get back on track. Then it's back to next the project.

If there's ever a moment where you can't find him, or he's been quiet for too long just be patient. That's a telltale sign that he's getting frustrated and a slew of Scottish curse words are going to barrel out of his mouth. Take a moment and enjoy it, you may not understand a word he's saying but the sound they carry will never not make you giggle. And if you know what's good for you, don't be too loud.

"Ya think s'funny lass? Wannae fix th'shite yerself, yeah?”

It’s a warning or a challenge, you decide the outcome.

Soap is the absolute King of naps. Not only does he love them, he can take a power nap literally anywhere. Couch, yup. La-Z-Boy, absolutely. Underneath the sink that he’s been working on for an hour, why not. It’ll be so tempting to rouse him, but just let him be. He doesn’t get enough sleep while on missions so he makes up for it during his time on leave.

But if he’s craving a long relaxing nap, he’s not going it alone. Soap doesn’t care what you’re doing, you're joining him in a midday slumber.

Arms outstretched with a cocky grin. Overconfident bastard knows you can’t deny him like that. And honestly, it’s true. Bodies wrapped together in blissful tranquility, even if you don’t sleep you embrace the stillness of him. 

“Johnny, I’ve got to finish this…”

“Nuh-uh. Ya need a break, bonnie. Y’lookin o’erworked already. Besides, how can'ya say no to sleepin wit this?”

Okay, hear me out here. Johnny definitely owns a bike. Something sleek and classic, a Harley Davidson Fat Boy. He loves nothing more than being lost out on the open road with no destination in sight. And you never have to ask, you are always a welcome accompaniment. Johnny revels in the way your arms wrap around his waist. He’ll take those turns just a little too fast to feel you tighten your grip around him. 

And if you really want to drive him wild, buck your hips into this back. Now he’s desperately on the lookout for a secluded roadside hideaway. He may not fuck you out here, but he’s jonesin for a helluva make-out session. (Top Gun, anyone)

Johnny is incredibly sensitive to touch, and reacts to yours almost instantly. When he looks troubled or is just not being his usual energetic self, have him come join you on the couch. Lay him down with his head in your lap and begin with slowly caressing his mohawk in a front to backward motion, you’ll see his features soften within the first few seconds. Johnny’s scalp, neck and shoulders are where he holds his tension, and are the most sensitive to your softest of touch. (Besides the other head, but that's for another time). 

You don’t have to be forceful with your hands, just the slightest touch of your fingers running across his skin is enough to make him like putty in your hands. And you know he can’t help but give you praise when you treat him with such tenderness.

“Feels good, bonnie. Y’always s’good t’me.”

His words will be a muffled whisper, but they’re like ringing church bells to your ears. Your satisfaction is met when his soft breaths turn into deep inhalations, a telltale sign that he’s letting sleep take him over. Whether it be 20 minutes or 2 hours, you won’t dare wake him. He needs it, his body craves it. And you’re more than happy to oblige in whatever your loving Scot desires. 

When it comes to actual sleep, Johnny is like a hibernating grizzly bear. Good luck trying to rouse him from his REM sleep, you could try to push him off the bed and he’d just keep on snoring. And like a heavy weighted blanket he’s going to want an arm, a leg, or all of him over you. Best to get into a comfortable position, because you’re gonna be stuck there all night. 

And when Johnny sleeps he’s like a furnace. It’s fantastic during the winter months, you barely have to turn the heat on when you’re sleeping with an actual industrial heater. But the summer months can be unbearable. Cue you having a fan on, constantly. However you still cherish those hot summer nights with him, because you know they can be few and far between. 

You treasure every day, hour, minute and second with him. You know soon the world will come and take him away from you, and all you’ll have is the memories of him keeping you satisfied until he comes through your door once more. That and the Lorne sausage, best to always keep that in stock.

[smoking-old-toby]

bilbo finding out that thorin is getting married and confronting him about it

Pushing the doors open, Bilbo flies into the Company's dining room. He knows that he should pull Thorin aside. That this conversation should be private.

But he can't help himself. The terror in his heart, that he has lost the chance to court Thorin, pushes the words from his mouth.

"Thorin!"

The Company leaps to action, expecting danger, and Bilbo is so overcome that he doesn't even feel the embarrassment he's sure to feel later.

Waving his hands, he gets the dwarrow to calm and resume sitting.

"Thorin," he repeats, less of a shout this time but still overly loud, "I don't want you to get married."

The dwarf king looks around at the others and they are as confused as he is.

"You don't want me to get married." Thorin says the words slowly, like he doesn't understand them. As if Bilbo is speaking Sindairin instead of Westeron.

Tearing his eyes from Thorin, Bilbo squeezes them shut for a few seconds before looking at the floor.

"I don't understand why you're doing this. You never mentioned anyone waiting for you in the Blue Mountains! And if there's no one, then you're- you're what?"

He takes a steading breath and gives a humourless laugh. "You're getting married because you need a queen? To have heirs?"

There is a pleading note in his voice now, but he doesn't know how to remove it. "Thorin, Fíli is a fine heir, as is Kíli, they would both be good and just kings. You- You deserve to find love."

Bilbo looks back up at Thorin now, who has since risen from his chair and walked closer. Those piercing blue eyes are as intense they've ever been.

"Love is amazing. An exhilarating feeling. But, also terrifying... and painful." Bilbo gulps. "I have found love on this journey. That's what I've come to tell you, Thorin. That I love you. I'm mad for you and I want you to marry me instead. I know I've not spoken a word of it before, but I just...I value your friendship, Thorin. I do. And so, I did not want to risk it in the pursuit of something more."

"And yet, you are here."

The happiness in Thorin's voice is shocking. He had expected rejection, but the pleasure is evident on Thorin's face.

[acrazybayernfan]

heyyy bestie do you think you could pls write a lil something something for mullendowski mayhaps 😳😳

Heyyy omg of course yes, a hundred time yes !!! They are my main source of inspiration (sorry guys I'm not doing you any justice but you're my muses anyway).

So here we go !

I'm sorry for taking so much time but I'm always slow when write in english and I also got a bit carried away by my imagination (long post warning). Also i have to apologize for my english, it's so bad 🤦🏻‍♀️ However, I really hope that you'll enjoy this, it's a theme that have obsessed me for the last months so... I'm using you to free me from it : )

It was summer; the sun shinned in a perfectly blue sky, the air was hot and the ground dry. Robert was oppressed by the heat, he was barely able to breath and was suffering from a terrible headache, and yet he was letting his horse galop aimlessly in the prairies while tears were felling freely on his cheeks. Each stride of his grey stallion created a cloud of dust that enveloped them and dried his throat even more but he wouldn’t stop because all this was giving him the precious illusion of liberty. 

Was it a quarter of hour later, or only five minutes or an hour, he wasn’t able to say, but Robert entered into a wood and consequently slowed down the speed of his mount. The peace and the freshness of this world under the foliage, brought a certain to form calmness to his tormented heart and his tears of rage were replaced by soft tears of sadness, less violent but perhaps more hurtful. 

He wandered in this wood for some time, unable to see where he was going and not caring about it when, all of a sudden, his horse abruptly stopped. The shock almost making him fall but Robert was an excellent horse rider and he instinctively regained his balance. In front of him a young man was standing in the middle of a cow herd, he was tall and skinny with hair of the color of honey. 

At this moment he most unexpected thing happened, the cows suddenly bowed before Robert while his own mount was doing the same but for the attention of the young herdsman who- in front of this situation- let out a loud laugh and then slightly bowed himself but not enough to hide his amused face.

“May peace be with you, Prince Robert. What are you looking for in these remoted woods?” There was a hint of cheekiness in the young man’s voice who was manifestly pleased with the context and with himself.

Robert, on his side, was way too taken aback by all this to see the funny side of this strange encounter, so he only asked, surprised, “How do you know who I am?”

The herdsman smiled again and answered: “These cows are sacred animals of Veles’ temple, they would only react like that in front of the god or in front of one of his descendants, and the royal family members are sons of Veles, since the king only has one son then it had to be you. Plus, you do look like a prince. “

The stranger lifted up his eyes to study Robert more closely and suddenly his smile faded away, replaced by a concerned expression. The young prince had never seen such an expressive, frank and open face before; his eyes, his mouth, his cheeks…were the perfect reflect of the strong feelings of his heart and of the quickness of his wit, which gave them a unique and fascinating sort of beauty. The cowherd walked closer to the prince, still attentively observing him. “Your face is so pale, my lord. Are you unwell? You should stay here for a moment and get some rest.”

Robert hesitated, making conversation to strangers had never been one of his strong point, neither was he willing to let someone see his weakness and his sufferance, yet there was something in the look, the voice of this young man that made all resistance vain and Robert complied. He prepared himself to slide of his horse’s back when the herdsman offered him his hand to help him to get down. As the heir of the throne, he had been trained to horse riding since his childhood, he was perfectly able to get off his mount without any assistance but, nevertheless, he grabbed the other man’s hand. 

As soon as Robert’s feet were on the floor, the strange cowherd exclaimed himself: “Your hands are so cold my lord!”. And without asking for any permission he started to rub Robert’s hands between his, and to gently blow on them. The young prince could have told him that it was pointless, because he was not only a son of Veles but also, by his mother, a descendant of Marzanna, the winter goddess, and no amount of heat would ever be able to warm up his body, yet the sensation was too agreeable for him to do that. The stranger’s hands were hot, hotter than man’s hands usually are, but their hotness wasn’t aggressive, like the heat that made him suffocate, no it was soft and comforting.

After a few minutes, the handsome herdsman looked up at him with a childlike expression, almost pouting and he said, disappointed: “It’s not getting better, my lord…” Robert repressed a smile, and gently pulled back his hands. “It’s normal, no one can do anything about it, it’s the nature of my body to be cold.”

This sentence was scarcely over, that the young cowherd exclaimed himself, with the most genuine and naïve voice: “You have such beautiful eyes, my lord! They have the colour of an iced river in which the winter sky reflect itself… But why are they so red and wet? Were you crying? Why?” Since the end of his tender age, no one had ever showed so much concern for him, it was almost overwhelming, and all of a sudden, Robert felt a strong need to pour his heart out to this stranger. 

“My father wanted to beat me with his whip and then to lock me in the kitchen with a fire in the hearth to punish me and to train me, so that I will finally learn to resist to the heat, but I’m such a coward, I got scared, so I jumped on my horse and escaped.” Memories were coming back into Robert’s mind and tears appeared in his eyes again. “He was so enraged after me, so disappointed by me. I have lost a training fight…again… but the sun was so strong, my legs were shivering, I was barely able to stand on my feet, I couldn’t breathe and my head… Oh my head was hurting so much… I’m such a bad son, so useless and so we…” 

A sob stopped him. The herdsman kindly took him in his arms and forgetting all sort of etiquette, he said: “Robert you’re not weak, you lasted during the all fight even if you were sick. You’re not a coward for escaping an unfair and dangerous punishment, you just have common sense. And you’re not a bad son, he is a bad father.” The young prince let these words filled his heart like the consoling heat of the other man was filling his body. After a moment, Robert clutch his arms around the cowherd to get the strength to continue his confession. “I’m so lonely. I haven’t been able to see nor to speak to my mother since I’m eight years old. I have no friends because I don’t know to speak with men of my age. All the other persons at the castle, either despise me or are afraid of me and I… I’m so scared of my father! No matter what I do, no matter how much I try, he is never satisfied, never content, never proud of me. I’m a permanent disappointment for him.”

His companion let him weep freely for some time, then he pulled back a little and with his thumb he wiped the tears that were rolling on Robert’s cheeks. “You’re not alone anymore, I am here, I am your friend, hum?” The young prince nodded. “Look!” said the cowherd while he pointing to their surrounding “Look at how beautiful is all this. The smallest flower is already a piece of art. Look at the trees, look at the sky, look at the grass, listen to the birds… All this is a testimony that the gods are good and that life is beautiful.” The lyrism, the enthusiasm, the conviction in the young man’s voice were contagious. 

Robert took a deep breath and looked around him, he looked at all this beauty -never had the world appeared so enchanting to him- he looked at his new friend, even more beautiful than the rest, his face was enlightened by a rapturous expression and his eyes- similar to nature itself with their mix blue, and green and brown- were shining with admiration. At that moment the young prince was hit by the nobleness of the other man’s feature. “Who are you?” asked-he, speaking almost unconsciously.

“My name is Thomas, and just Thomas. I don’t have a surname, I don’t know what is my family, my clan, nor do I don’t know where do I come from. The priest of Veles’ temple, found me one day in this wood when I was a baby, and since then I have worked for him in the sanctuary.”

“Are you happy?” Robert would have been unable to explain why he asked that, perhaps was it because of the different between Thomas’ attitude and the sad story he had just tell. 

The beautiful herdsman smiled, a complex smile that Robert didn’t fully understood and then he turned himself toward the young prince, he looked at him in the eyes and said: “Today? Yes I am.” At that moment, the wind made the foliage dance above their heads and an unexcepted sunray landed on Thomas, making his messy hair shine like gold, encircling his face in a halo of light. It was an epiphany for Robert, he had seen that person before on tapestries and sculptures, he had even seen him in his dreams, this young man was Jaryło, or a son of Jaryło, god of spring and summer.

Robert smiled back at Thomas and he agreed to his friend words with a nod, now he was happy too, he was happy because now he knew that their fates were intertwined together and that no matter what -despite his father, despite the distance between them- they were going to meet each other again. 

[novaauster]

HELLOOOOOOOOO im reading the narines fic and thought id live react here bc i just KNOW im gonna have THOUGHTS let's go!

"The prince--king--piece of shit-- is obsessed" off the bat i love your nate characterisation like his povs always have that snarky edge to them and u got that off the bat

"He’s in his dressing gown. White silk, tied with a wound-dark sash at his waist, open down the navel. His snake, Kidaro, is slung around his neck like a priest’s stole, warming itself on his skin." THIS FREAK RIGHT HERE HAS CAUSED EVERYONE ALL MANNER OF PROBLEMS TONIGHT. TOXIC YAOI WONT FIX HIM BUT IT WILL MAKE ME FEEL BETTER ABOUT IT ALL

"a fanatic to the hate that he inherited" LOVE this wording

THEY'RE SUCH CUNTS TO EACH OTHER I LOVE IT

IT'S THE KIND OF DARKNESS YOU PRAY TO HMMMM

the way the signs of respect and fear are overlapping ohhhh i love that

'“It is a small room in which nobles and officials debate policy decisions…” Herines launches into an automatic explanation before remembering who he’s talking to. “You’ll see, raven.”' actually laughed out loud at this bc it's SO HIM. herines is a nerd first tyrant second

THE FIREEEEEEEEEE OMG

"A clear-headed Herines is a dangerous Herines, one that looks at him, curious, like something to dissect, one that could figure out that Nate can heal himself but he can’t regrow an amputation. He can’t survive a decapitation, and Herines’ dagger is long enough to try it." your writing is so captivating im literally here like OMG WHAT NEXT at every sentence they're CRAZY crazy

"'I fucked your brother" THE WAY MY HANDS FLEW TO MY MOUTH. INSANEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE IM GOING INSANE

'declawed' is an excellent way of describing nate when he hits his exhaustion

NATE IS GETTING BATTERED RN OH MY GOD MY BOY GET UPPPP YOU'RE EMBARRASSING US 😭

also having nate repeatedly break his bones to escape his restraints is such a cool move bc it's SO something he would do

"What made you?" "You did." YOU'RE PAYING FOR MY THERAPY

THAT WAS A RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE. YEAH I BASHED HIS FACE IN WITH AN OIL LAMP AND HE KILLED ME WITH THE SASH OF MY OWN ROBE BUT WE ALSO FUCKED NASTY. WE EXIST

genuinely that was so so so good i literally had heart palpitations i was so excited i cant believe there's tbos fic on ao3 now im losing my MINDDDDDDDDDDDd i will reread this 5 more times tonight probably

omg tysm!!!!

nate's characterization is extremely fun, if there is one word i'd use to describe it's instigator. he's not stupid but he will always say the bitchiest thing possible at any possible moment and i love him for it. rin is also such a freak i can't fathom what is wrong with him. what mommy issues will do to an mf in charge of a country on the verge of civil war. i was extremely proud of the fanatic line

"it's the darkness you pray to" was also a fun one, yeah. nate's relationship with the gods that gave him his powers and then abandoned him. darkness, something that might be profound and beautiful, but still by definition hinders any human. the overlap between respect and fear as a result of nate's trauma as an oppressed wiser and a violent rebel

rin's nerdiness was just delightful. like yes he wants to dissect nate like a cow's eyeball and yes he uses his intelligence for evil. but that is by nurture, by nature he's just curious. and it was very intentional that the things that make him snap are the thought that nate might've hurt drako and then later that nate is hurting kidaro

"declawed" was definitely a choice of words, i was googling "synonyms for harmless" because harmless is not at all how i would describe him, and eventually it came to me. and yeah he's really getting battered. it's hard to balance or strike with your hands cuffed behind your back. F in the chat for my boy

"what made you" "you did" the drama. the intimacy. the way rin is searching in the wisers for an origin to the cracks in his family but his family made the cracks in the wisers instead. nate might be an instigator but rin is a tyrant and he sees that when he looks in the mirror. they're character foils your honor

again, thanks for the ask!! :-D

[bbina]

just like what wonbin said, you waited for him down the street. you were kicking rocks, trying to not look awkward while waiting for him to get down from his own place

"this is weird" you say out loud, looking up at the sky. the stars were out tonight which was nice. something you can look forward looking at later when you're gonna smoke the urge out

"what's weird?" a voice speaks from behind, causing you to jump

"jesus christ!" you yelled out, a hand on your chest to calm your heart

it was wonbin

wonbin laughs and apologizes for scaring you. "sorry"

rolling your eyes, you huff, walking ahead from him. you had no time for another set of small talk. you just wanted to go to the convenience store to buy what you needed and get home right after

"slow down. no one's chasing you down" wonbin speaks up, catching up to your pace. why are you in such a hurry?

"the convenience store isn't gonna run out of boxes you know?" wonbin says, nudging your shoulder as you continue to look straight ahead

you give him a look and instantly he purses his lips shut. thank god he can tell you weren't having it

"what are you even doing by going with me? it's just a short convenience store run" you ask, stealing a glance at the boy beside you. he was dressed in sweats and a hoodie

"just like you said, a convenience store run" he repeats what you just said, catching a glimpse of your face before you turn your head back up front.

instead of answering you just shrug. not wanting to strike up a conversation much longer. you weren't feeling it as you were craving for something to fill your lungs

shortly after that you two finally arrived at the convenience store. wasting no time, you grabbed all the shit you needed for tonight. some snacks and of course, the one thing you initially came for, your cigarettes

you wasted no time paying at the cash register, not even bothering to wait for wonbin who shot you a surprised look that you finished gathering and paying for what you needed before you went outside and sat on one of the chairs the said convenience store had

fishing a stick out of the box, you grabbed one and light it up before putting it in your mouth. taking a much needed long drag before exhaling it. you felt your mouths curve upwards, feeling the addictive drug fill your lungs

your little moment of solace is disrupted when wonbin suddenly sits in front of you. the sound of the chair scraping from the asphalt ground ringing in your ears

you sent him a glare before taking another hit off your cigarette

"this is lowkey giving me deja vu from the night we met" wonbin says. so uncalled for that you accidentally choked on your own spit, sending you to a coughing fit

"shit shit shit" wonbin curses, panicking for a second before handing you his freshly opened juice that he bought for himself

"you trying to kill me or something?!" you yell out, after calming yourself down. wonbin sheepishly smiles and holds out a peace sign

"not in the slightest bit" he says, holding his arms out in mock surrender

you clicked your tongue in annoyance before taking your third hit of the night. essentially easing your nerves down a bit. just what you needed

it didn't take long for wonbin to copy what you were doing. the next thing you know he himself was smoking with you

"pfft look at you smoking right after shitting on me for doing so" you scoffed, eyeing him puff the smoke out from his device. oh so he vapes too

wonbin raises an eyebrow but says nothing. okay sass king, you see how it is

"what flavor?" you ask, putting out your cigarette

"blueberry ice"

"can i try?" you ask again

wonbin hums. wiping the device with his hoodie before handing it to you

"thanks" you say, wiping it again for good measure before taking a puff

there's a burst of flavor in your mouth which quite frankly, you enjoyed. after taking another puff, you wipe the device before handing it back to wonbin

"do you like it?" wonbin asks, taking another hit. not bothering to wipe the device

"yeah it tastes good" you admit, licking your lips to get a tinge of blueberry again

"it's my favorite" wonbin shares, smiling to himself

quite honestly that was a little out of no where that it made you laugh a little

"okay vape boy" you mused, taking another stick out of the cigarette box before wonbin snatches it off your hands

"one stick is enough for tonight" he scolds lightly, placing the box far out of your reach

"literally wonbin what the fuck!" you cursed, feeling upset at his actions. you came out here to smoke and that's what you're gonna do and no one is gonna stop you

but it looks like wonbin just tagged a long to stop you from doing so

you catch wonbin about to take another hit off his device before you forcefully snatch it out of his hands as well. two can play this game. if you can't smoke then neither can he

"an eye for an eye. if i can't smoke then you can't either!" you poke your tongue at wonbin, hiding his vape device inside the pocket of your sweatpants

wonbin shrugs, "fine. fair play"

you clicked your tongue again at him in annoyance. now what else was there to do? since you can't smoke, then what? strike a conversation? might as well then

"i heard from seunghan that i was the topic of your group chat earlier today" you start, crossing your arms as you look up at the night sky

wonbin freezes for a split second before answering. seunghan does share everything with you, doesn't he

"... uh yeah" wonbin stammers

"why was i the topic?" you ask, might as well let the curiosity get the best of you

"actually seunghan was the topic because one of our friends saw you slap him. then he wondered how one of them knew it was you, then someone else mentioned rumors about you and a longtime boyfriend? i didn’t read all of it since we’re not friends and i don’t want to spread more baseless rumors” wonbin answers truthfully. in his defense, why would he look into these rumors? a rumor is just a rumor

so it was wonbin, you thought to yourself. you recalled seunghan mentioning that someone said in their groupchat not to talk about it and based with how wonbin answered, you conclude that it was in fact, him

"if you don't mind me asking, how are you dealing with the rumors circulating?" wonbin asks carefully, eyeing you in case he hit a nerve or something

you shrug, "don't really care. we're broken up already so let rumors be rumors"

wow, wonbin thinks to himself, he wishes he had your mindset. maybe he can learn a thing or two from you. here you were, unbothered with your dilemma that he too coincidentally shares but here he was, barely holding it together

"i wish i had the same mindset as you when it comes to these type of things" wonbin laughs lightly, resting his arms on the back of his head

how he wishes he was as strong as you seem. you didn't let a breakup affect you the way it's affecting him. it's almost jarring that even if he didn't break his own relationship, just the mere thought of being alone and the mere feeling of being lonely is eating him like crazy

maybe he can be the same. not now, but soon

you raise an eyebrow at him before scoffing

"i'm not really sure what you mean by that but all i can say for now is that it's more than what meets the eye" you murmured, playing with with your nails

wonbin senses the shift of atmosphere and quickly scrambles to spit out a string of apologies but you beat him to it

"i think i'm getting by. it's still relatively fresh but it's alright. i think i'll be fine" you continue, staring at nothing

wonbin sits up, unsure of what to do nor say. he feels like you're still formulating your thoughts before you speak so he waits

"actually you know what. maybe i'm not fine after all" you let out a bitter chuckle, "i may not act like it when i'm around people but when i'm all alone it's a different story"

wonbin's eyes widened. he can almost see a reflection of himself with what you just said. there really is more than what meets the eye

to wonbin, you seemed like you were fine with everything. even if you've just met in such a short amount of time, wonbin was sure you were just dealing with something else but no. you were actually hiding it exceptionally well when there's people around

you then snap out of your thoughts realizing you're starting to ramble to a not so complete stranger. seunghan's friend at that.

how embarrassing, you thought to yourself

"oh sorry, i'm starting to ramble" you squeak, covering your face from wonbin who pays no mind, in fact he actually wanted you to continue, to let it all out

"i got time, remember?" he says softly, offering a small smile of encouragement

you feel your cheeks start to heat up. there was no fucking way in hell you're going to open up about what you really feel inside these days to wonbin

what the fuck are you doing

"it'll stay between us. i promise" wonbin urges, "there's no one here but the two of us anyway"

"... i feel shy" you admit, "i never actually opened up to anyone about these recent events"

wonbin cocks his head to the side. not even to seunghan?

"not even to seunghan or your two girl friends?" wonbin asks

you shake your head no. "i mean i do tell them bits and pieces but i never actually told them anything. i'm not too sure why either. i just feel like they wouldn't get me" you murmured, sitting up

wonbin hums, nodding his head as he listens to you. though on the inside he feels a sense of relief that despite him being a total stranger, you felt that he was worthy of keeping your thoughts. something that he wants for himself, someone to keep his thoughts with them

he doesn't even understand why he feels a certain connection with you either from the moment he shared his first thoughts with you in the same place where you two are at. there was something about you that he felt a sense of comfort

maybe it's the circumstance that you two are coincidentally going through

the world will never know

"promise you won't make fun of me?" you ask, putting out your pinky for him to take

"pinky promise"

wonbin takes your pinky and links them together, sealing a promise between you and him. despite the cool night air, you felt a sense of warmth and relief with his presence

alone together ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . pinky promise

── taking comfort in the thought that you are together in aloneness through late night talks, heartfelt confessions, and a genuine connection. with your shared experience of recent heartbreaks, you wonder if getting together would be all worth it. in which you find solace in each other's company, that you are alone together.

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Queen of Westeros(Part 4): The New Heir

Aemond Targaryen x Valaryon!Reader

Warnings- fluff, angst, incest(uncle/niece), murder of a family member, brief smut, taunting, throwing up 

A/n- when it says a white dress that crosses in the front I mean the white dress Daenerys wore that crosses

Queen Of Westeros Masterlist

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Aemonds had a hand in your hair and around your neck. His leg was also propped up on the bed and he slammed his hips into your ass.

"Oh fuck Aemond." He pulled you back hard making you forcefully arch. 

"Gods, I've been fucking you nearly every day and you're still so tight." He angled his hips so he could push more into you making you gasp. 

"Make me cum."  You pant out and wince at the pain in your arms from being on them so much. 

Knock. Knock.

Aemond groaned but kept his hands on your hips. He started pounding in and out of you, making sure your noises would get louder.

"My Prince, Princess?" You heard a maid say behind the door. "Queen Alicent has requested you join her and the rest of the family for breakfast, she also says she has urgent matter to speak of." Aemond rolled his eyes and let your neck go before shoving you down so your ass was up. 

"Aemond we need to stop." You say in the sheets.

"Not until I fuck my seed into you." He grabs your hips harshly. You tried to reach behind you but he just grabbed your arm and twisted it behind you. You clenched tightly around his cock as your orgasam exploded around him. He threw his head back and his jaw slacked, he came deep inside of you, his sputtering.  You could almost feel the stripes of cum cover your walls. He pulled out carefully and stood on his feet, he watched your pussy ooze your mixed cum out. He brought his fingers down and scooped up the substance before pushing them into your hole. 

"Stop stop." You gasp out and slide your body down flat onto the bed. 

"You've been so sensitive lately." He says and you hear him walk away. Something is dropped next to you and you turn your head. It was a white dress, the dress that Aemond gifted you as a wedding gift. You flipped yourself on your back and you raised yourself ok your elbows. Aemond was securing the belt to his pants before turning to you and looking down your body. "Your breasts have grown larger." Your breath hitched and you sat up and took the dress.

"Is that good?" You ask and scoot over to the edge of the bed before shakily standing up. Aemond walked to you and presses his bare chest against your back. He then brought his hands to you chest and squeezed your breasts.

"Good? It's amazing." He turned you around and bent down to wrap his mouth around your bud. His hand went up to the other and pinched them. A loud knock came to the door.

"Aemond, Y/n we need you now!" This time it was Alicent which made Aemond groan and pull away from you.

"Coming mother!" You started putting the dress on, Aemond helping you secure the dress in the back. You both walk to the door and open it to reveal your step mother who had a serious face on. 

"Come, we have an urgent matter to discuss." The three of you walked quickly to the council room. There sat Otto, Ser Criston, and Larrys Strong.

"Whats happened?" You ask and a guard pulls a chair out for you. 

"Your mother." Starts Otro. "Was at Driftmark yesterday, she tried to get twenty ships, bow she has no claim over Driftmark but she believed Lucerys did." 

"What do you mean by believed?" You ask and lean forward on the table.

"Your father didn't name Lucerys his heir to Driftmark, he named you." You felt your heart stop and then time. "Vaemond Valaryon, your great uncle, said that Rhaenerya believed since she disowned you as her heir that meant it would have disowned you completely from what your father gave you."

"Why wasn't I made aware of this?" You ask and Alicent sighs. 

"Thats a question to ask your grandmother and uncle, they will be here later today, along with Rhaenerya, Daemon and their children. Just to settle this matter." She says and you nod.

"Where is the King?" You ask and swallow harshly.

"The kings health has deteriorated greatly, the milk of poppy is whats helping him at the moment." Say's Alicent, and you bit your lip. 

"How long do we have?"

"Less than a few hours Princess." Responds Criston and you side eye him. You and him have never quite gotten along, mostly choosing too stay clear of each other. Ever since your mother rejected him about a year or two before you were born, you could sense he didn't like you. Aemond grabbed your hand and squeezed it. 

"Im going to prepare." You say and stood up, Aemond stood up as well and you pulled your hand out of his. You walked away with haste and everyone watched you go. 

"I'll go make sure she's okay." Announces Aemond and he starts to walk the direction you went.

"Um my Prince, our training?" Says Criston and Aemond turns his head

"I must tend to my wife first." 

-

Aemond opened the door to your shared chambers. He stepped through and looked around the room. 

"Love?" 

"Im out here." He hears you say loudly, he looks to the balcony to see you leaning off of it. He walked towards you and stood behind you before placing his hands on your arms and rubbing up and down. 

"Are you alright?" 

"Well, I just found out when my grandfather Coryls dies I will be the head of the Valaryon house." You lean back into him and close your eyes. 

"You will be ruling the seas my love, and I will be supporting you by your side." He kissed the side of your head. You notice a few ships in the distance , you couldn't make out the flag but you could make out the teal coloring. 

"Its my family, I should go greet them." You say and unwind yourself from Aemonds hold.

"Don't kill them." He says and you laugh. 

"I won't."

-

Your grandmother was walking around the gardens of the Red Keep.

"Grandmother!" You call for her and lift your dress to run to her. She opened her arms widely and wrapped her arms tightly around you. 

"How are you child?" She asks and you sigh. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" You ask and she pulls you back at arms length. 

"You had been through so much, we didn't want to tell you until you were ready for such a responsibility." You nodded in understanding then looked behind Rhaenys to the man. 

"Where is Grandfather." You ask and Rhaenys tightens her lips.

"My husband has fallen ill." At her wirds you heart starts racing. "He is recovering slowly but still not a state to be able to do his duty's." You sigh in relief

"I am going in soon, will you join me." Asks Rhaenys and you shake your head.

"I wish I could but i always go see my husband train." You say and she both give a small nod.

You walked to the training yard, greeting the knights before walking up the steps to watch him from the balcony. You lean against the tailing and watched your silver haired husband swing around with ease against Criston. They trained for what seemed forever, that is until you saw two boys with black hair run up the crowd. You smirked to yourself and pushed yourself off the railing but this time entered the building. 

-

You waited around the keep, waiting for your brothers. The desire to taunt them already came to great. You saw the two boys in the distance and you stared walking to them.

"Brothers!" You called for them and they raised an eyebrow, not quite recognizing you. When you got closer and they recognized you, they stopped.

"Sister." Says Jace and places his hands behind his back.

"Did you enjoy seeing my husband train?" You ask but they didn't respond. 

"He did well." Says Jace and they try to walk past you but you step in Jace's way and hold an arm our to stop Luke.

"I want to speak with you" You say and then turned around to face their direction. You looped your arms in to theirs and started walking. "Im sorry for how I’ve treated the three of you" You begin and continue walking to the doors of the Keep. "I have not been a good sister and my time away from you all has shown me that." You notice you know had there attention. "I should’ve defended you but I want to say no matter what happens I love you." Jace ripped his arm from yours.

"What game are you playing?" Says Jace and Luke gently takes his arm out if yours and goes to stand by his brother.

"No game, im trying to reconcile with you." You say in a condescending voice.  

"We’d like that" Says Luke, Jace frowns and glares at his brother.

"Maybe we can hang out, fly our dragons maybe?” With that you walked away with a small smile on your face. "See you in there, brothers." 

-

You watched everyone file into the the room. They were already whispering amongst themselves, occasionally they would look in your direction. You saw Rhaenys and Vaemond walk in, they both walked forward. Followed by Rhaena.

Your mother walked in, hand in hand with Daemon. She was glowing greatly, the pregnancy suited her. She locked eyes with you, she put on a hard stare. You both stared at each other until she stopped at the front. 

"My love." You heard behind you and you smile up to your husband. "I saw you out of my eye in that training yard."

"Yes you did very well." You say and turn around to wrap your arms around his neck. He places his hands on your hips and leans down to kiss you gently. He pulls back and look over you. 

"May I ask why your brothers are giving me a death stare?" You look back and see Jace and Luke standing with your mother. You roll your eyes and look back.

"Im trying to fix our relationship but it seems they don’t like you." You kiss his jaw .

"Hm, neither do I.” He says and licks his lips. 

"Oh you are terrible." You say and let him go, Aemond grabs your hand and raises it his hand hand to place a kiss upon it. 

You felt a hand on your should and turned slightly to see Alicent, she was giving you a reassuring smile. "Let us begin!" The room quieted down as Otto yelled. "Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Coryls Varyon survives his wounds, we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand, I speak with the Kings voice on this and all other matters.” Otto then sits back on the throne. “The crown will now hear the petitions, Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon will speak on the behalf of his niece, Y/n Velaryon.”

You rolled your eyes. Why couldn’t you speak for yourself? But then again you didn’t know you were heir to Driftmark before today.

“My Queen. My Lord Hand. The history of our noble houses extends beyond the seven Kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria ñ. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the do fell on Valyria, our houses became the last of their kind. Our forebearers came to this new land, knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end to their bloodlines and their name. I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my house and Y/n is my brothers closest kin, she is his blood, my blood. The true unimpeachable blood of house Velaryon runs through her veins.” He looked directly at you.

“As it does in my sons, the other offspring of Laenor Velaryon. Im not sure why you are so adamant on placing my daughter on the throne when everyone can tell you trying not to speak for your own ambition.”

“You will have chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra.” Says Alicent, cutting of your mother. Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard.” You say your uncle give a sly smile before turning and facing Rhaenyra.

“What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you, seven hells i could cut my nieces veins and you’d see it, and i bet you still wouldn’t recognize it.” You squeezed Aemonds hand and he squeezed it back in reassurance. “You’re angry Princess, you lost your daughter, the heir to Driftmark. I do not know why you wanted to pull so many ships but that is not the matter, the matter is the future and survival of my house.” Your mother refused to look and Vaemond and you peaked to see Lucerys looking terrified. “My Queen, my Lord Hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my house snd line above all, and I trust my niece will do the same. Lady of Driftmark and Lady of the Tides.”

“Thank you, Ser Vaemond.” Says Otto. Vaemond looked back at Rhaenyra then took his place back by Rhaenys. “Princess Rhaenyra, you may now soeak for your son, Lucerys Velaryon

"If I am to grace this farce with some answer, i will start by reminding the court that nearly 20 years ago, in this very-." She was stopped by doors opening.

"King Viserys of House Targaryen, The First Of His Name, King of The Andals and the Roynar and The First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm." You saw your grandfather walk in slowly with his cane. Otto stood up and slowly walked down the steps. You watched his reaction and Alicent they were very shocked. The Kingsguard walked slowly behind him, he was weak, could barley stand. When he made to the front Otto was about to speak but Viserys cut him off.

"I will sit the throne today." He rasped out.

"Your Grace." Says Otto and his whole body tensed before looking away. Viserys tried to go up the stairs but he started struggling, a Kingsguard tried to help but he waved them off. He got a few steps up but he stopped and his crown fell. Nobody moved. Nobody moved but you. You walked up behind him and placed hand on his shoulder. 

"I said im fine." He says and turned his head, his face softened at the sight of you. You reached down and grabbed the crown and slipped an arm under his and hoisted him up. You made your way through the tight space to the Iron Throne, you les him to sit down. He let out a huff when he sat and took in a deep breath. You took the crown in your hands and raised it up to place on his head. You pressed your lips together in a smile before lowering your head and walking back. "I must admit, my confusion. I do not understand why there such an issue when Ser Laenor clearly stated who the heir to Driftmark. But the only one who would give more clearer insight into Ser Laenor's decision, would be the Princess Rhaenys." Everyone looked back to your grandmother.

"Indeed your Grace." She says and steps forward. "It was ever my sons wish that Driftmark, in the time of his death, to his true born, his only daughter. Y/n Valaryon, shall take over." Everyone looked over at you, looks of disgust from or admiration from the men and women in the room. But the look on your mothers face made your heart race. You could tell she was livid at Rhaenys words. A gentle hand grabbed your and squeezed. You look back and smiled at Alicent then at Aemond, he nodded at you. 

"That settles it." Says Viserys. "I hearby reaffirm Y/n Valaryon of House Valaryon as heir to Driftmark, the  Driftwood throne, and the next and first Lady of the Tides." You let a deep sigh of relief, it was over. That is, until Vaemond spoke.

"Yes that is how it should be, and another matter. Why do these boys, continue holding the Valaryon name?"

"Vaemond." Said Rhaenys in a cautious tone. 

"What, those boys are no nephews of mine and they aren't your grandchildren." 

"Lucerys Valaryon is my legitimate grandson." You

"Everyone knows they are not, those boys have not one ounce of Valaryon features. And if you are telling me my house will continue living on with these-." He stopped and looked and Rhaenerya.

"Say it." Daemon said lowly, but everyone could clearly hear him. Everyone held their breathes as they watched the scene.

"Her children are BASTARDS!" Everyone gasped and whisperes began. Aemond stepped forward past his siblings and stood behind you closely. "And she. Is. A. Whore." More gasps and your fists tightened.

"I-I will have your tongue for that." He pulls out a dagger. Even after what his daughter has done he still defended her. You admired that about him.

“Uncle thats enough.” You say and step forward, everyone’s attention went to you. “I know you’re angry but do not call my mother a whore or degrade my brothers.”

It seemed everyone was shocked at you defending them but before anyone said anything else, it all happened so quickly. You watched Daemon take long strides and take out his sword and raising it. Slicing off half of your uncles head. 

You slapped your hand on your mouth and Aemond grabbed your shoulder roughly and pulled you back. Helaena gasped and covered her ears and Alicent reached for her. Aegon just uncrossed his hands and watched. Your hand went down to your stomach as you watched Vaemond hit the floor, blood oozing out. Aemond turned to you and stepped in front of your sightline. 

"Don't watch, its okay." He rubbed his hands up and down your arms soothingly but didn't take his sight off the scene.

"Oh god." You mumble and the queasy feeling to throw up came. 

"He can keep his tongue." You hear Daemon say and you close your eyes. 

"DISARM HIM!" You hear the guards yell, you step to the side past Aemond but still held onto him. You watched Daemon raise his sword and clean it off. Then he started walking away. Aemond could stop looking at his uncle walk away. The king started groaning in pain loudly then collapsed back on the throne. 

"Call the maesters!"

"Father!"

Alicnet ran up the steps and grabbed the king. You didn't hear what they said. You pulled away and stepped towards the throne, right next to your mother, the closest you've been since your wedding almost three months ago. 

"I need to make it right." Says Viserys, loudly, Alicent continued holding onto him and she looked at him in confusion. 

"Make what right My King?" 

"The heir to the Iron Throne." He says and that makes everyone stop. 

"Your Grace what are you-." Otto starts but was cut off.

"The new heir to the Iron throne will be my first born granddaughter. Y/n Valaryon." He rasped out, there was an uproar, but you could just stand there in shock. Your heart was racing harshly it was the only thing you could hear. In the distance you heard shouting then the sound of a swords being sheathed out. Then a sting came to your face and you felt your self stumbling back, it made your ears ring.

"Touch my wife or the heir to the throne again and I will feed you to my dragon." Aemond seethed as he had his sword along with the guards pointed at Rhaenerya. She had smacked you harshly in anger. Hands come up to your face and you look to see Helaena, you looked to the side and Aegon who's eyebrows furrowed in concern.

You couldn't say anything, you just turned around and walked away. People called your name but you didn't stop, you walked out the back of the Hall. You stumbled away, breathing heavily. You slapped your hand on the wall and dropes to your knees, this time you launched forward and threw up. 

Aemond raced outside the Hall and saw your leaning over on the ground. He ran out to you and noticed what was happening, he grabbed your hair and held it up. 

"This is too much." You say and wipe your mouth. Aemond let your hair go and helped you stand. "Im going to rule to the seas while also ruling Westeros." Aemond led you over to a stone bench and sat you down before crouching down in front of you. 

"You have time to prepare my darling." He tries to reassure you but you laugh.

"Husband,  your father, my grandfather is on his last life, he could go any day now." You say and Aemond kisses your hand. 

"That is what a council is for, they'll help you through everything." 

"I want you on my council, My Hand." You immediately say and Aemond couldn't help but laugh. 

"Slow down love, when its time you will make those decisions." He stood uo and held his hand out. "Lets get you back to our chambers." He looks around and sees people whispering and pointing. "Before we are bombarded by these people."

-

Dinner time rolled around, you stayed in your chambers with Aemond the whole time. You talked to him about your new worries and almost told him about the new life you carry now. You thought he would've caught on this morning with your weight gain but he didn't. 

"We should start going for dinner." Says Aemond and he stands from his chair. He holds a hand out for you and the two of you walk out your chambers. 

You reach the dinning hall and everyone was already there.  All of a sudden they stood. 

"Your Grace." Says Aegon and nods to you.

"Im not Queen yet, uncle." You say and Otto laughs.

"Yes but you must get used to this, so why not start now." They all say down then a servant pulled out two chairs for you and Aemond. You looked to your grandfather.

"King Viserys?" You ask and everyone goes quite.

"Yes child?" He rasped out. 

"Why me?" The king adjusted himself in his seat. 

"Why you? You have a fire, a fire thats waiting to burst out, a fire that will keep this kingdom safe." You nodded at him then raised your cup before standing.

"I want to thank all of you, you've all stood by me, and helped me through all the shit i've went though."  You raised your cup to your lips and everyone raised there own cups, you didn't take a sip just put the cup down. "Im also with child." Everyone stops and takes in the information, Alicent is the first to say something.

"More grandchildren." She smiles brightly and walks to you and pulls you into a big hug. 

"Didn't know you had the stomach to do anything brother, but I congratulate the two of you." Says Aegon and chugs his wine. Aemond stands up and grabs your arm. 

“Are you sure?” He asks and you see his eye go glossy, you put a hand on his shoulder and nodded.

“Yes.” Aemond pushed his lips onto yours and held onto you tightly. You wrapped your arms around him tightly and dug your face into his neck.

-

Dinner was over. Viserys went to his room much earlier than everyone due to his health. Alicent and Otto had stayed behind, calling a council meeting.

The King died mere hours ago and now they must figure out the next room. 

“Alicent im telling you, Y/n being Queen will give us an advantage, its clear she has no interest in going back with her mother.”

“And of Aemond?”

“He will be Prince Consort, he will rule along side her but she would be making the decisions.”

“How do we know she will make good decisions?” Asks Criston and Otto looks around the room.

“She will just need some guidance.” 

-

A/n- re watched the episode and realized i didn’t add Vaemond part so i had to write that and made Y/n nicer to her brothers

[clavissionary-position]

LUCIAN x READER

Dispel Veil

ONESHOT . ANGST . DISTURBING IMAGERY

x o x o x o

He feels like a ghost to you. Any given hallway you might find yourself in alone is always a hallway filled with two. And yet his footfall is soundless, his breath nonexistent. There is not enough of him to create a shadow, or disavow your imagination of fanciful thoughts.

A war of assassins is underway and Chevalier has been forced to play one of his most valuable pieces, in your favor. Until you decide the next king and make yourself scarce from the castle, Lucian is to be your protector around the clock.

But who is he?

You've only ever seen him once.

On a moonless night inside the chapel he bent the knee to you and promised his oath. Quiet, nondescript words in a voice like water that no memory, no matter how perfect, could ever clasp onto and soak in. And that is by design. To do his job well, Lucian cannot be allowed to exist.

So what does that do to a man?

"Lucian?" You whisper into the twilit alley as you board your carriage. "Are you here?"

It makes no sense, does it? But it makes no difference either, if you whisper or shout (not that you've ever screamed the name of your secret protector out loud for all to hear).

Lucian is not supposed to answer. If he answers, then something has gone terribly wrong.

A pair of crows barter past your feet. The rainwater reflects something on top of the carriage. But when you turn to look, you're only met with wide, vacant sky. Red with no black.

Later, back at the castle, when your head hits your pillow and the last of the candle-smoke pirouettes into the dark, you find yourself holding your hand out over the edge of your bed.

You have five more days before the rose sheds all its petals. Will you get to thank him before then? Shake his hand? Feel a pulse?

Again you think, you're being absurd. You're fascinated with the idea of him, but that doesn't change the fact that you don't know a single thing about him.

Only that he must have killed people. Many. Countless. Killed them so quickly that the air and the earth never tasted a drop of blood.

Chevalier is bladed spectacle. Lucian is something else.

But if all you know about him is that he is a killer, what in the hell are you doing chasing after him?

Two nights later you find out.

x o x o

The blade never touches you. A cry in front of you is muffled and cut short. Something heavy slumps to the ground. Something wet seeps over the flagstones. The smell. You'll never forget it.

A hand takes yours, and then you're running. There's scenery, and eventually there's people again, but all you can register is the body lying dead in the alley and the warmth against your palm, without which you'd be...

...You don't have a word for it. Your mind is pulling apart against itself, and there's worms in your stomach, knotting around your intestines like laughter coils around a tongue. There's bits of flesh tucked into every thought you think.

You can't run anymore. You need to stop. You need air. You need help. You need something to make you sleep.

Someone is holding you.

Your sobs come out as soundless, choking breaths.

Someone is holding you.

It's only then you realize that Lucian has a shape. Tangible beyond the hand that severs a life. That saves the one next to it.

There's enough space within his awkward embrace that the winter chill finds you everywhere it shouldn't. You're dully aware that part of his arm is muffling your mouth.

It's not like your tears will echo.

The humiliation is endless.

Lucian. Of course. He's always just been a dream of yours, to occupy you during this anomaly of a month. You designed him. And that Lucian is not here. That Lucian exists even less than the one holding you.

And holding you.

And holding you.

And then he says, in a voice meant for your memory, for you a day from now, a week from now, ten, twenty, fifty years from now to recall, lovely in how it sounds, lovely in how it sits outside your dreams but ignites inside your heart:

"Take your time."

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Of course you had to jump out of the aircraft into the cold water. What a perfect way to start the mission. Your team swam for a bit before wading through the shore as you approached the beach.

"Congratulations, Bloodsport."

"How'd you do it, Waller? There's no soldiers out here on patrol at all."

The beach was completely empty. There were no disturbances and more importantly, no enemies anywhere to be found. It was... peaceful.

"Let's just say they were distracted."

You only walked on the sand a couple feet before a large explosion erupted.

"Control, we have a disturbance south of here," Bloodsport reported after you jumped in surprise.

"It's just a diversion, Bloodsport."

Bloodsport seemed to weigh his options before speaking, "All right, we cut through the jungle to get to Valle Del Mar."

"Don't they have blockades at the city limits?" Peacemaker interjected.

"That's the word."

"How we getting in? Especially with Charlie the Tuna here," Peacemaker said while looking back at King Shark.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?"

"You're the leader. You're supposed to be decisive."

"And I've decided you should eat a big bag of dicks, how's that?"

"You're being facetious, but if this whole beach was completely covered in dicks and somebody said I had to eat every dick until the beach was clean for liberty, I would say no problemo."

"Why would someone put penises all over the beach?" Ratcatcher II asked.

"Who knows why madmen do what they do."

"Chris, this is the second time you've made a comment like this today. Is there something you want to tell us?" You joked.

"Well, you know what I think?" Bloodsport started. "I think liberty is just your excuse to do whatever you want. Whether that's to eat a beach full of dicks or killin' folk."

"Oh, yeah? At least I don't kill men for money like you."

"Oh, here we go," Bloodsport sighed as he turned to face Peacemaker.

"There's something wrong with your skin," Ratcatcher II called out as she pointed to Polka Dot Man. You turned to see his face covered in bulging colorful... polka dots.

"It's just a rash."

"Oh, my- Abner, are you okay? You don't look so good," you said worriedly as you reached your hand out to touch him. You were interrupted by another loud explosion off in the distance.

"Never mind that, we need to continue forward."

You made it quite the distance before Bloodsport dropped his bag onto the ground. The entire time walking you watched Abner with both curiosity and worry.

"Alright, we'll camp here, and tomorrow we'll go straight through the city to get to La Gatita Amable by nightfall."

Everyone was laying out their sleeping equipment, in this case sleeping bags, as you figured out where you should lay yours.

"Why don't you lay over here, (L/n)? I could keep you warm," Chris offered with a laugh.

"Fuck no," you replied with the same humorous energy. "I'd rather you not roll over on me like you did last time."

"Last time?" Abner piped up timidly.

"It's nothing like that," you assured while rolling your eyes. "Me, Chris, and some of our other teammates at the time had to huddle up for warmth after Waller sent us on a mission somewhere in Siberia."

"Oh," Abner said, kind of relieved.

"I'll just put mine here," you placed your bag next to Abner's and DuBois. "It's near the fire."

You changed into your sleep clothes. Well, to be honest you just took off your shirt and slept in your tank top, but it was close enough. It wasn't long before you drifted off, however, you awoke some time later to some shuffling sounds and a quiet groan. Peeking under your lashes, you find yourself facing toward DuBois who was resting on his elbow, alert. You quietly sat up and turned to see what DuBois was looking at. A colorful light show was dancing on the leaves and tall grass. Almost as quickly as it happened, Abner appeared. He looked a little out of it, but quickly dawned a look of shock as he was caught doing... what exactly?

You got up to make sure your favorite awkward man was doing okay before you were cut off by a loud bang! Instinctively, you disappeared. Literally. DuBois kept shooting Nanaue until he was backed up against a tree.

"How deep of a sleeper are you?" DuBois asked Cleo, to which she responded sleepily, "I was having the most wonderful dream."

"If it was you about to be eaten by King Shark, then you're psychic," Chris said.

"I don't believe he would do that. He has very kind eyes."

Sebastian was saying what you could only guess was that Nanaue was, in fact, going to eat her.

"Hungry," Nanaue whined.

"You bastard!"

Rats from every direction emerged from the darkness as Cleo held up her glowing device. DuBois was looking rather uncomfortable.

"All right, calm down with the rats!" he yelled.

"What?"

"I have a thing with rats."

"You have a thing with rats?"

"Yes."

"And you're on a team with someone who controls them?" your disembodied voice asked.

He whipped around trying to find you before yelling, "What the fuck?"

As if suddenly remembering that you cannot be seen, you revealed yourself behind Abner whom you were using as a shield. As cute as he thought it was that you were using him as protection, it did startle him that you just appeared randomly behind him.

"Partnering up with someone with rats is not something I asked for!"

Peacemaker started laughing.

"What are you laughing at me for, man? Why the fuck are you in your underwear?"

You looked over and sure enough, Chris was in nothing but his underwear.

"Woah!" you yelled while burying your face into Abner's back. "Chris, put on some pants for fucks sake!"

"Tighty-whities? Really?"

"Now that's just racist."

"No, it's not racist! They're tighty-whities!"

"You didn't tell me you had a fear of rats, DuBois," Waller said over the comms.

"I'm an assassin! Why would I share my liabilities?" This was promptly followed by an uncharacteristicly girly scream.

"Aww, he's offering you a pretty leaf to show you he means no harm," Cleo cooed.

"Why the fuck would I want a leaf?"

DuBois was getting increasingly more freaked out while Chris started laughing again.

"Just get the rats out of here!"

Cleo turned off her device and all the rats scurried back into the jungle.

Peacemaker turned to DuBois and asked, "Hey, we gonna kill Megalodouche now, or what?"

"Nanaue's the strongest member of your team. You need him to get into Jotunheim."

"Yeah, well we can't function as a team if we gotta watch our back from one of our own eatin' our bollocks," Bloodsport replied.

"Nanaue," Cleo started as she kneeled down to his height. "Would you eat your friends?"

"I no friends."

"You have no friends? Well, if you did, would you eat them?"

Chris answered with a "yes" before he was shot a look from Ratcatcher II.

"No?"

"Then can we be your friends?"

Chris scoffed, "Come on, he's obviously lying."

"If I die 'cause I gambled on love, it will be a worthy death."

DuBois shook his head, "You are a little idiot."

So much for a full rest. It was nearly morning by the time the shark incident was resolved, so you decided to just pack up and dress yourself.

"Task Force X, you have an additional mission directive. We've located Colonel Rick Flag. He's been taken by the enemy."

"Rick Flag?" DuBois asked while your team made your way through the jungle.

"I know, you both served on special forces in Qurac that took down Avral Kaddam. Flag was the one who initially recommended you."

"You had other operatives in Corto Maltese and didn't tell us?"

"There was no tactical advantage, now there is. I've uploaded the location on your MTS. Terminate his captors with extreme prejudice. Kill anyone you see. These are dangerous people. Recover Flag before moving on to the city."

You eventually made it to a decent sized camp before DuBois MTS started beeping.

"That's where they're holding Flag."

"Nothing like a bloodbath to start the day."

"I thought they called you Peacemaker," Ratcatcher II questioned.

"I cherish peace with all my heart. I don't care how many men, women, and children I need to kill to get it."

Ratcatcher II turned to Polka Dot Man before whispering, "I thought you were the crazy one," which was swiftly answered by you lightly shoving her shoulder.

"I am."

"All right," Bloodsport said, getting everyone's attention. "Let's get it."

You and Nanaue crept behind a man who gave his cup to his buddy.

"Gracias," you heard the man say. Soon after, King Shark picked the man up and ate him as he started screaming. He dropped what looked to be a communication device. Nanaue smacked his mouth as the comms device went off.

"Cualquier cosa?"

As your nearby teammates looked in somewhat fear as to what to do, you picked up the dead soldier's comms and said "Nada, Señora" while perfectly mimicking his voice. Your team carried on.

You hastily turned yourself invisible as you scouted for Rick Flag. It took a couple of minutes but you managed to find the only white guy there. You assumed he was Rick since he was injured, but were they... laughing?

"Bloodsport," you whispered into your comms. "I found Rick Flag. He was laughing?" You sounded unsure.

"Most likely drugged," Peacemaker said. "Where's he located?"

"Northmost tent, past the watchtower." Right after you said that you saw a bunch of colorful polka dots disintegrate the watchtower.

"On our way."

You could hear some of your team's conversation as they approached your location. You made yourself visible again.

"I'm sorry it's so... flamboyant."

"It looks cool," you heard Cleo say.

"I don't like to kill people, but if I pretend it's my mom, it's easy."

"TMI, mate," said DuBois.

More laughter could be heard inside the tent as Bloodsport ripped open the tent curtain. An uncomfortable silence settled.

"DuBois?"

"Hey, Flag."

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Bloodsport looked around confused. "Waller told us that you were... uh... are you drinking tea?"

Flag gestured to his female companion sitting across the table from him, "This is Sol Soria, she's the leader of the freedom fighters, the resistance trying to take down the current government. They-they saved my life."

"Oh. Wow."

Everyone put down their weapons.

"Why did my people not alert me of your arrival?"

You awkwardly hide yourself behind Abner again.

"We didn't see any people," Bloodsport swiftly lied.

"Yeah, I didn't see anybody on the way..." Peacemaker continued.

"There's no one out there."

"They were gone when we got here."

"I turned them into my mother in my head and killed them."

Everyone turned to look at Polka Dot Man. You just sighed and smacked his shoulder. To make matters worse, King Shark hacked up... was that a finger with a wedding ring? Sebastian squeaked out an audible "Uh oh."

Soria promptly lunged off the table and made her way outside. You and your team awkwardly stood amongst the destruction you caused while Flag and Soria looked in pain.

"Typical Americans. Just run in, guns blazing."

"I know, this is messed up. These guys, they're..."

Rick looked behind him to see Peacemaker and Bloodsport getting into a stupid cat fight, while Ratcatcher II was rubbing her face ashamed, and you and Polka Dot Man were looking off into the jungle having your own conversation and not even paying attention.

"They're fucking idiots, but right now our objectives aligh with yours. If Jotunheim contains the technology our intelligence says it does, then it could be used on the people of Corto Maltese as well as Americans. That's why we need your help to get into the city so we can stop 'em."

Soria just stared past Flag and asked, "Is that rat waving at me?"

Sure enough, Rick turned back around to see Sebastian waving at them. Cleo was messing with her hands, Chris and DuBois were looking around while tapping their feet, and you were admiring Abner's polka dots on his costume as he was awkwardly trying to accept your compliments.

"It appears it is."

"Why?"

"I'm gonna guess because it's friendly."

Soria thought for a moment, weighing her options, before speaking again.

"Luna and Suarez murdered my entire family. I'd make a deal with the devil to stop them." As if it physically pained her to say, she continued. "Your people will have our help getting to Vall Del Mar to apprehend this Gaius Grieves."

[sunjaesol]

THE MANY CRUSHES OF LUKE PATTERSON... AND THE ONE THAT STUCK

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1982

Luke Patterson's first crush ever was Haley Martin. He adored the colour of her hair — like the clementines his mom bought — and the way she finger-painted, enough for his four year old eyes to stare at her in awe.

He watched her make mud pies in the sandbox from the monkey bars, only to ruin them to get a rise out of her. He couldn't understand why she didn't like him the way he did, so he nagged his mom to explain.

"Teasing girls should be fun for them too, sweetheart," she soothed. "This Haley clearly didn't like it."

He blinked. "Huh?"

Her smile stayed warm, similar to hot chocolate and whenever grandpa conjured candies from behind his ear. "Why don't you share your grapes with her tomorrow? I'm sure she'll like that."

His nose scrunched up. "Why?"

"Because it's sweet, Luke."

"I don't get that," he shrugged. "But I'll try."

The next day, he sat beside her during storybook time and that seemed to help a little already. By the time it was lunch, her mood was lifted, which excited him too, and urged him to offer the grapes.

It earned him a featherlight kiss on the cheek.

Luke squeaked in surprise, flushing a firetruck red, to which she giggled and plopped another grape in her mouth.

Three days later, his crush was gone from his mind and he began sharing his grapes with his new friend Reginald instead.

1986

"Can you ask Jessica what she thinks of me?" Luke hurriedly whispered, eyes flickering between Reggie and the girl from across the courtyard.

Normally, Luke Patterson exuded confidence. The resident class clown, always opening his jaw to react to the teacher without raising his hand, catching fights with stupid classmates, sneaking into dad's stationwagon to create mixtapes.

Fearlessness was his freaking middle name. (It was actually Beck, but whatever. He wished it was something cool like Duran Duran though.)

But when it came to girls... he got so nervous. Because they were girls! He didn't understand them! They hated rambunctious boys and only listened to stupid pop music and blabbered about how they stole makeup from their sisters.

Jessica, however, somehow made his heart flutter and his stomach twist up. She just looked cool in her dungarees and she had a pretty smile and she didn't wear that overwhelming, sugary perfume that was now popular.

Reggie snickered, in the way only eight year old boys could. "You liiiiiiike her!"

"No!" He scowled. "I–I'm just curious."

"Sure," he drawled, but then shrugged in agreement, the oversized leather jacket rustling on his shoulders. He stole it from his older brother after he saw him kissing (!!!) some girl and figured it held some magic to impress the ladies with.

"Just do it!"

With a dramatic flourish, the boy left their hiding spot, Luke lurking around the corner of the alcove to watch. Jessica looked up from her hard work of creating friendship bracelets and smiled at Reggie.

Oh, gosh. She was pretty.

A minute later, a sheepish Reg slowly crawled back to him, cheeks red and fiddling with the zipper of his jacket.

Luke grabbed his shoulders, urgent. "What did she say?"

"Uh... well..."

"C'mon, dude!"

Reggie sighed. "She... likes me, buddy. Sorry."

His hopeful face crashed into one of devestation, quickly covering it up with a laugh and a squeeze of the shoulder. Oh, man, what would Steven Tyler do?

"That– that's dope!"

In the end, Reggie and Jessica were boyfriend and girlfriend for a week while he wrote an angry poem about how stupid dungarees were.

Huh... it was surprisingly good.

1988

"Hey, Luke," Gwenn greeted, shy, tucking her hands in her Camp Wacky Rocka hoodie. "I really liked that song you made about your guitar."

Jumping from the tree branch to the ground, Luke dazzled her with an appreciative smile. From above, Reggie and their new friend Alex watched on curiously.

"Thanks!"

Who would've thought that summer camp would be the first time he made a real, girl friend! Gwenn was super cool and she played the saxophone and she liked Joan Jett and her hair was all curly and big and it reminded him of pretty clouds.

Looking over her shoulder, he noticed a gaggle of girls staring at them. Like they were waiting.

Gwenn stared at him. "Can you close your eyes?"

He frowned. "Why?"

"Just 'cause."

Whatever. Maybe she wanted to show him something cool and would stick it in his hand. Complying, he closed his eyes and impatiently waited, bouncing on his heels.

"So?"

Suddenly, he felt a light, warm touch on his mouth and — oh! She was kissing him!

Luke staggered back in surprise, gawking at a blushing Gwenn as she squeaked a sorry and ran back to the now giggling and screeching girls. They ran away like a flock of birds.

It was a dare! His first kiss, stolen by a dare!

His boys jumped down beside him, awed.

Reggie hollered. "You kissed Gwenn!"

"I don't get it," Alex muttered.

Luke's face twisted up in a sour expression. Camp Wacky Rocka should be all about the music and becoming legends and Gwenn ruined it!

He stuck his tongue out. "Whatever. Let's go to the mess hall!"

1989

When Luke turned eleven, he kissed someone for real.

His birthday party was at the arcade, loud chatter and robotic sounds clashing together in an amazing cacophony. His parents hated the place, which is why Luke loved it.

Of the twenty guests, Yasmine clapped the loudest after he finished his song with the boys — Math Is For Losers! — and grabbed his hand as they walked to a duel game.

Luke felt fuckin' giddy the entire time. (Freakin' in front of his parents, fuckin' with friends.) The swoop in his stomach, his cheeks stretched into a wide beam.

Freshly eleven and the king of the arcade, he boldly asked if he could kiss her.

She smiled, her purple headband glittering in the neon lights, and nodded.

It was short and warm and her lips tasted like pink lemonade and sour gummies and it gave him an entirely new buzz. It was exciting.

He kissed her a couple more times the days after, eager and curious, until she claimed she was now only interested in twelve year old boys.

Since Luke now held the record of most kisses between him, Alex and Reggie, he wasn't too bothered by it. They shook hands, complimented each other on the kissing, and that was that.

1992

"Are you or are you not my boyfriend?" Olivia bit, crossing her arms.

Luke sighed, lazy gaze drifting from her to his band waiting by their bikes. Damn, he thought having a girlfriend would be way easier. Why was she so tense?

"I am," he said. "Why do you think I'm not?"

"Because you ignore me, like, all the time!" Pouting, she fiddled with the hem of her tartan skirt. "And now you're going to be with your band!"

He shrugged. "You can come with us and listen, if you want."

Luke met Olivia this year as deskmates in French class. Her raven hair was long and thick and her lips were all shiny from lip gloss and maybe he got a little cocky, thinking he could be dating the hottest girl of freshman year, so he naturally asked her out.

Maybe he should've considered beforehand whether they had anything in common, but he'd always been the overzealous type. And besides... she was a good kisser.

She scoffed. "That's not any better. Whatever. I'll just hang with Tina and Priscilla then. Laters!"

Plopping a kiss on his lips, she turned around and stalked to her whispering friends. Luke puffed, adjusted the beanie and made his way to the boys.

Girls were confusing.

"I bet dating boys is easier," Alex mused. "Like, equally terrifying, but also... easier. I think. Maybe."

Bobby laughed. "How's the girlfriend, Luke?"

"Ha ha," he deadpanned. "Let's go. I got this new song, Crooked Teeth, and it's a fucking banger!"

Olivia broke up with him after Sunset Curve's first, official gig at the arcade with the explanation that he loved music more than her. He never loved her to begin with, so maybe that was the problem.

She made out with Bobby that same night.

Holy shit, man. He supposed that bitter feeling at the sight of them tasted like rock 'n roll, the one thing he actually craved.

What a funny, funny feeling. (He wrote a hell of a lot of songs about it after. He never quite looked at Bobby the same way either.)

1995

"Hey, Maisie." Leaning against the locker beside the girl, he shot her a million dollar smile. "You comin' to our gig tonight? It's at The Orpheum."

Maisie was fucking awesome. Always in short, flowery dresses and fishnet tights and thick eyeliner like a rockstar, always listening to something new on her walkman. She came from a rich family, but that didn't hinder them from becoming friends.

Her jaw fell slack in awe, him instantly gaining more confidence. Ducking his head to meet her eye, he leaned a little closer. He knew damn well what he was doing, and he got a thrill every time it worked.

"Really?" She gasped. "That's awesome! I'll so be there!"

"Sweet," he grinned. "And stay after too."

A brow quirked up, intrigued. "Why?"

He shrugged. "Just 'cause."

"Right," she drawled. "Nothing is 'just because' with you, Luke."

"And that's why you gotta stay," he teased, nudging her shoe with his. "To find out."

If they rocked that gig and he felt like a fucking legend, he hoped it would end with the two of them hooking up. He wasn't interested in dating — having learned his lesson after Olivia — and he knew she wasn't either, but she was fun.

And that was the most important to him: to have fucking fun. Luke Patterson was here for a good time, not a long time.

And if nothing happened between him and Maisie, then he'd still feel like a legend. In a couple of hours, he was going to play at The Orpheum! How gnarly was that?!

2022

Twenty-seven years later, Luke was still seventeen years old. While he preferred to not question the science behind ghostly activities — he flunked physics anyway — he was happy that he froze at this age.

Because Julie was seventeen, too.

And, man. He was madly in love with her.

He loved everything, from the babyhairs curling around her ears, to her voice and compassionate soul, to her beautiful smile, all the way to her cute, doodled sneakers.

Her epic music taste, her snark, the way she always found his gaze, the way she finished his lyrics, the way she always knew what to say to make him feel better.

His heart melted to a flickering candle whenever she hugged him, a raging wildfire erupting between every kiss. He was a fool for her.

"Stop moving," she giggled, one hand coming up to hold his chin.

He grinned, "Sorry, Jules."

Shifting closer, she dabbled more glitter on his cheeks. They were playing at a black-light club tonight, so Julie and Flynn bought all the glow in the dark makeup available at the store for the occasion.

They looked ridiculous in daylight, Julie's weirdly pink lipstick claiming all his attention, but he knew they'd look fucking cool once the lights went down.

"You want to watch a movie after the gig?" she whispered.

Luke rolled his eyes, playful. "You're gonna fall asleep."

"Yeah." With a bashful tilt of the shoulder, she leaned in closer. "But then you'll be with me."

"Julie! How scandalous," he teased, though his chest swelled at the thought of having some alone time, some cuddle time, with Julie.

"So?"

Murmuring a yes, he closed the little distance to kiss her, sealing the deal, only for her to chase after him — an attempt to wipe the lipstick stain off his lips.

"Nah, keep it." A smirk grew. "So the people know."

She tsked. "Idiot."

"You like it."

"I'm still taking it off though, seeing as you're supposed to be a hologram," she pointed out. "But... you can kiss my lipstick away after the show."

He sighed, dreamy. "I love you."

Finishing his glitter and removing the stain, she dazzled him with a satisfied smile. "Love you too."

She rose up from the couch and went to search for Reggie, the boy likely with Carlos. For a moment, Luke was alone in the studio, allowing himself to sink into that warm, fuzzy feeling.

No matter how many blunders he went through with girls — Haley, Jessica, Gwenn, Yasmine, Olivia, Maisie — they all prepared him, in one way or the other, for Julie.

To not only recognise when an awesome girl was standing right in front of him, but also how to treat her — because Julie Molina deserved the fucking world.

Even if that world now included the supernatural.

Whatever. They were all a little crazy.

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@bluefirewrites @blush-and-books @pink-flame @ourstarscollided @constantly-singing @unsaid-emily @willexx

[penwieldingdreamer]

Falling for you

The second installment of my drabble series. Let me know what you think about it. A big thank you again to @fortheloveoffanfic for being my beta 💗 Happy reading everyone

Also here are the songs played at the pub:

Bean Pháidín , Tell me Ma-Gaelic Storm , Galway Girl - Fiddler's Green

Summary: A few weeks later finds the reader in all kinds of embarrassing situations - mostly tripping over stuff or falling over people - right in front of Lee

Warnings: none, besides fluff, clumsiness and a little tinge of jealousy

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Another day on the set of the second installment of the Hobbit series and already you felt like the clumsiest of all people on set. Either you’d slip, trip or let stuff fall to the ground. But it wasn’t random, it only happened whenever you were around Lee or in his close proximity.

James and Martin had made fun of the fact that it would only happen with the tall actor, but you waved them off and of course Benedict chimed into the scheme.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re falling for the King, luv.” he said one time while the four of you had been granted a break from filming. “You make a fool out of yourself because there’s that one person that makes your heart skip a beat.”

Angrily shuffling your food around the plate, you glared at the British actor. “Well thank you for the vote of confidence. If you hadn’t said it I wouldn’t have known I was such a joke on set.”

“What Ben means to say, dear,” James started, putting his hand on your arm. “is, that when you feel something for another person you get clumsy, do crazy things or fall all over yourself because you can’t concentrate around them. All three of us went through that when we met the women we knew would one day be our wives. It has nothing to do with you being bad at your work, the opposite, actually.”

Reluctantly you nodded your head, feeling like you just made a fool out of yourself again in front of those that were your friends. “I’m sorry, it’s just that I’ve never been like that before and I fear if this happens more Pete will get tired of me messing up. I don’t want to lose this job.”

“You won’t,” Martin said with so much conviction, you couldn’t help but give him a small, teary smile. “Peter isn’t like that. He values your work as part of the crew and how you bring up new ideas or possible changes. Now if you were to set the whole place on fire that would be another case.”

Ben and James laughed softly and you couldn’t help the giggle escaping your lips when you listened to him. You were very lucky to have friends like them or you’d probably would have resigned after the first incident. “Thank you, you have no idea how much I needed this.” you said sending them a grateful smile. "But now I got to head back to work. The king on his throne is waiting for me."

All three laughed before Martin called after you. "Be careful up there and if you fall, fall in his lap, that's a lot more comfortable than the ground." he joked when you had turned back to the three actors but waved him off with your own middle finger. You knew he had a knack for putting his fingers up for the camera when he shouldn't and you were sure there were some scenes he snuck his middle finger in, just like he always did.

A chorus of laughter followed as you righted your work bag and made your way back to the set with Thranduil's throne.

Orlando stood underneath it, grinning up at Lee dressed up as the Elvenking and waited his turn. "Looking good, dad." he called with a chuckle and you could see the tall actor grin.

"Thank you, son. I feel very good up here." he answered leaning back on the chair, trying to fix his robes and wig as best as he could while a few strands were hanging in the branches of his crown.

Peter saw you emerging from the mass and called you over. "Ah, Y/N, good that you're here. Lee's just had a bit of a stumble up the stairs but we'll be doing a few headshots of him and well, you see the mess."

"Sure, I'll get right on it." you told him, taking a deep breath and steeling yourself so you'd be as relaxed as possible while working on fixing the actor. When he saw you approaching, Lee stood up and made to walk down, but you halted him with a motion of your hand. "Stay, I'm coming up so there's no repeat of that."

He stayed standing, watching you make your way up the stairs. Thank God there were handrails just in case. "If you insist

I could have come down, didn't want you to fall to your doom, dear mortal."

"Charms get you everywhere, huh?" you asked him with a grin as you ascended to the Weta built throne, pointing to the seat so he would sit back down again, keeping his long legs tugged to chair so you could start your work on his hair.

"So far it worked out rather well, I think." He told you, smiling as you gently pulled a strand away from the branch of his crown.

You couldn't help the small smile forming on your face as you listened to his jokes while you freed the last of his hair and righted his crown. A final touch of powder over his nose and you were finished. "Now, you're all done and you're looking regal again." You packed up your bag and turned to descend the stairs when you lost your footing and if it hadn't been for Lee's swift reaction, you would have tumbled down.

Short puffs of breath were leaving your mouth when you held on tightly to his shoulders, his arms circling your waist as you had fallen into his lap with that move. "Hello there." he whispered, watching your shocked face, eyes blown wide with fear. "You okay?"

Biting your lip, you couldn't help but enjoy the feel of his hands on your hip, the warmth spreading through your clothes. "I-I'm sorry, I, the stairs…I guess…missed steps." you brokenly mumbled, apparently having forgotten how to talk when you looked into his blue eyes. The contact lenses only intensified his gaze.

"Yeah, they're dangerous." Lee agreed, his head leaning closer, the rest of the world around you forgotten.

Yet before he could close the gap, Peter interrupted you with a loud whistle. "If you two turtledoves are ready, we'd like to continue." he called out to you with a chuckle. Of course everyone had seen that and you already felt the heat of your blush rising all over your body.

Carefully, yet hastily you scrambled off of Lee's lap and made your way down the stairs and to the back of the set. You would have loved for the ground to swallow you up when Benedict had come over and grinned at you.

"So, I don’t think you will tell me what that up there was.” he said matter of fact, knowing you wouldn’t even be able to describe it.

“Nope,” you said, eyeing the actor and PJ going over the next scenes with a dummy. “I’d rather leave it like it is. This is just too embarrassing."

He put his arm around your shoulders pulling you close. Martin was just walking around the corner having seen the whole thing and he instantly knew you'd be shutting down, only doing your work and nothing more, keeping your distance from Lee. The Brit found the eyes of his friend and co-Sherlock-actor, nodding once, then twice. They were your friends and could see that the sparks between their fellow actor and you were there, now they only needed to kindle the fire.

"Oh, this is wonderful." you gushed, looking around the Irish pub everyone decided to visit at the eve of their day off. "It's been too long since I had so much fun besides being on set."

Already the ciders and beers and whisky were flowing and everyone was laughing and singing with the band that played that night. James had decided to take a row of tables next to the musicians so the cast and crew that wanted to go there would fit into the seats.

"You all deserve a time off after the amazing work you did." Peter said, raising his pint of Guinness for a toast. You all followed suit, calling out a shout of "Hear, hear."

Laughing and listening to all the stories everyone was telling about their time on set, you enjoyed the feeling of warmth that spread through you. Not because of the alcohol but because of your family away from home.

"Are you enjoying the music?" James asked after a short while, himself listening to the tunes and words from his home country.

Nodding your head, you clapped your hands to the rhythm and smiled as a few people started to dance to the songs you couldn't understand the lyrics to. “What is she singing about?” you asked him, leaning in so he could understand the words with the louder music.

"It’s a really old Irish song, dating back hundreds of years in Ireland. This is one of the funny old Irish songs that is sung by a woman, and she sings about another woman." the Irish actor tried to explain over the loud music. "Back in the day women would get together and sing this song about the woman in town that was married to the man that they all wanted to be married to. ‘It’s a pity that I’m not Phaidin’s wife,’ and this woman who’s married to him, they hate her, and as the verses go on, they talk about what they’d like to do to her, like they want to break her legs and get rid of her and do anything to be this man’s wife. It’s a fun song. Irish music is like that. When you translate the words, sometimes it’s like gruesome and dark, but they’re meant in a lighthearted way."

You were always blown away by the way such a story could be shown in a nice tune. "The music is so lively, you'd never guess it's such a sad and dark story behind it."

"That's just the way the Irish are." James grinned at you before another song was starting.

"For our next song we'd love for you guys to get up, dance some more and just have fun." the female singer announced and waved to all patrons in the pub. The violin, banjo and drum began to play the first chords before the singer joined in. "Tell me ma when I go home, the boys won't leave the girls alone."

Benedict and James smiled at you, holding their hand out and pulled you from your seat and onto the provided dance floor where others had already started twirling around. "Let's dance and have some fun." the Brit said, giving you a twirl.

You couldn't help the smile that found its way on your lips as you danced around with the two actors, unbeknownst of the dark blue eyes following your moves. The dance was exhilarating and both James and Ben led you through the steps, jumping and twirling with other patrons until you were out of breath and another song was over.

When you came back to get something to drink you saw one of the seats being vacant. Lee was missing from the group of merry friends and you leaned over to Orlando, who had been sitting besides him. "Where did your dad disappear to?" you asked him, mirth coloring your words as you took a large sip of your drink.

He turned to you and smiled, patting the seat next to him, so you didn't have to stand. You were grateful for that with your feet aching from all the dancing you did with his fellow actors. "He said he needed to get back to the hotel, his flight back to the States is taking off early." Orlando said and your face must have shown your confusion as you didn't know Lee was needed back in America. "Shooting for Guardians of the Galaxy is starting in a few days and he wanted to get back earlier so he arranged it in the last few days. Peter knew about it, I'm surprised he didn't tell you."

"Oh, no, I really didn't know and Lee hadn't mentioned anything before." the disappointment colored your words and you sank back down in your seat. You couldn't help the feeling that it was something that recently happened and especially something you did or he would have been open enough to talk to you.

The British actor patted your leg and grinned. "Don't worry, he'll be back before you know it. Once he's done with that movie Lee's going to annoy us again with his dad jokes."

Nodding your head, you tried to feel confident, but still you didn't know why he didn't at least wait until you were back at the table to say his goodbyes. No he just left without so much as a word. Of course you were only there doing his make - up and hair but you had hoped that in the time you worked together you at least had become friends. Giving the dark haired actor a small smile you made your way back to your corner seat, staring off into space and trying not to get too drunk on your cider while thinking about why not even Peter had bothered to tell you his Elvenking was leaving the set sooner than planned.

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Inktober 2022 day 2 💨 "Scurry"

Anna and Elsa laughed out loud together as they walked through the courtyard, and they eventually had to hold to each other to not fall.

Their laughter echoed through the main hall when they entered, and Kristoff was stepping out of a nearby door. He stared at them with a surprised smile.

"You two are coming back from a freezing weather, and you're laughing out loud."

Anna smiled at his presence. "What? Is it bad?" 

Kristoff puffed, and shrugged. "If you get a pneumonia, don't tell me I didn't warn you."

"Happy to see you too, honey." Said Anna as she took off the coat of her travel outfit.

The King laughed and hugged them both.

"And I can't catch such an illness." Reminded Elsa with a smile after their embrace.

"Says the one who sneezes snowmen."

The blonde frowned. "For the last time, it was a stress fever!"

"Yeah, yeah." Smirked Anna. "Well, your immunity is an excellent reason for you to go prepare us a hot chocolate while I go for a quick bath."

Elsa's jaw dropped when her sister put her coat in her hands.

"Hey!" She let out with a chuckle.

Kristoff laughed. Anna grinned, then wondered why their daughter wasn't tackling her legs already.

"Where's Eydis?"

"Oh, I lost her."

Anna eyed her husband. "Excuse me, you what?"

Kristoff smiled. "Just to make it clear: we're playing hide and seek."

"Okay. So, the game is to find her, uh? How come you didn't already?" She teased.

"Don't judge me." Nudged the man. "I'm sure you can't find her easily either. She knows the castle by heart now, and I've been at it for the past half hour."

Anna gave him a challenging eyebrow lift, and put her hands on each side of her mouth to yell. "Eydis! Mama's here! Come say hi!"

Only the noise of the wind howling outside and the distant sound of cooks in the kitchens answered her.

"Yeah, as if it would work." Smirked the King. "I told her you would arrive soon right after I received Elsa's ice statue message. She planned this all along."

"I can easily imagine her giggling in a corner." Smiled Anna.

Kristoff's sentence gave her an idea. "Elsa is with me!" She yelled.

Another silence.

"Nope. Doesn't work either."

Anna eyed her husband, and gave it another try. "She'll make hot chocolate!"

Suddenly, a loud thud noise echoed upstairs, like someone had just jumped from the top of a wardrobe. Tiny excited footsteps betrayed the child's scurry all along the room then the corridor, and the speed with which she jumped down the stairs.

"I'M COMING!"

"There."

Kristoff snorted. "You clever feisty pants."

"As Elsa often says, she's a mini-me. That was an obvious trick."

A few seconds later, Eydis was running down, leaping over the last steps to run to her mother.

"Where is it?! Where is it?!"

"My, how incredibly rude." Laughed Anna. "Hi to you too, sweetie."

"Sorry. Please, where is the hot chocolate?" Tried again Eydis, not focusing on the right correction. 

Anna giggled loudly and grabbed her daughter to tickle her belly and shake her playfully.

"You little rascal! Where are your manners, uh?"

Eydis laughed at the tickles, and finally gave a kiss on her mother's cheek. "You're back!"

"Always."

They cuddled, and Kristoff watched the scene with love. Their daughter pointed at him with a small finger.

"Papa, that doesn't mean you won this round."

"Got it."

Eydis buried her face in Anna's collar, then wrinkled her nose. "Why do you smell like mud?"

Kristoff gasped with amusement. "Truth comes out the mouth of children..."

Anna sniffed her clothes and winced. "And I'm not gonna scold her for her manners this time. I truly smell like mud. I'll be back in a short hour."

Later, Elsa arrived with a tray of four mugs of hot chocolate, and placed it on the table of the living room under Eydis' happy gaze, to whom she ruffled the hair.

The girl stretched out her little fingers to take her mug, and Elsa grabbed it for her, squeezing the handle to cool it down with magic and prevent Eydis' hasty tongue from getting burned.

The princess gulped down her hot chocolate, and the blonde smiled. Yep, she definitely inherited her gluttony from her mother.

[from 'In the eye of the storm']

[charliedawn]

Imagine having ran away from the Elven kingdom while being betrothed to Thranduil and returning

" Where is lady Thranduil ?! I must speak with her this instant !"

You shout while making your way to the throne room where you were sure to find Thranduil.

" Oh no..She's back.."

Thranduil pales perceptibly and even shivers at the loud voice, knowing only one fool daring to address him this way.

" Who is it, sir ?!"

One of the counsellors asks while Thranduil closes his eyes and takes a big breath of air before responding with visible disdain.

" The most annoying arrogant little vermin to ever walk this earth.."

Suddenly, the door of the throne room is kicked open and you walk in with a big bright smile.

" Hello, your majesty ! Remember me ?! How is that scar of yours ?! Still healing ?!"

He sighs loudly before ordering the other people present to leave with a slight nod of his head. When everyone is gone, he turns towards you with a fake smile.

" Lady Y/N.. What an unpleasant surprise..!How could I ever forget you ? If I remember correctly, I swore to kill you myself if you ever dared to show your face again ?"

You ignore his barely hidden threat with a dismissive wave of your hand.

" Bah ! Still mad ?! Me who thought you elves were all about forgiveness ?! And, if I remember correctly, I told you that I wouldn't come back to your lovely spooky forest unless death was upon me !"

He nods and smirks before crossing his arms over his chest.

" Well..At least you don't have a problem of memory. You look well enough..How about you see yourself out ?"

You bite your lower lip hesitantly, when he walks past you in order to leave, before turning around and shouting.

" Thranduil ! I'm dying !"

He stops dead in his tracks and turns towards you slowly with a frown.

" What did you say ?"

You sigh before looking up at him with begging eyes.

" I'm..I'm dying, Thranduil..I have been cursed by a very powerful mage. I only have a short time left and I wanted to make amends before I leave..So, please, hear me out.."

He doesn't answer and you take that as an invitation to keep talking.

" I wanted to apologize. All those years ago, I wounded you. But, you have to understand why ?! We were betrothed, while you had just lost your wife..I knew that it was unfair of my family to force an alliance so soon. I wanted to get away, and I knew that they wouldn't let me leave unless I escaped. I didn't think that you would be the one trying to stop me..I didn't know because it was dark and I thought it was a soldier that would get me back if I didn't fight back ! I couldn't have known that it was you ! I wouldn't have fought you."

He sighs before asking you.

" How long ?"

You frown before replying, visibly annoyed.

" Did you hear a word of what I just said ?! Can't you just forgive me so I can finally have peace ?!"

He turns around and walks towards you at lightning speed before yelling.

" No ! I can't ! Now, tell me, how long ?!"

You are startled by his sudden outburst and quickly answer.

" 5 days ! I've got 5 days.."

He visibly clenches his jaw and asks surprisingly calmly.

" Where ? Where did he curse you ?"

When you don't answer, he grabs your wrist and you cry out in pain. He frowns before tearing your sleeve in half and looking at the rotten skin there. He softly touches it with the tip of his fingers and you whimper. He looks up at you with a worried glance before leading you to his throne. He gets out a big book that seems to be as old as the forest itself from underneath the throne and starts flicking through the pages in search for something that could help you.

" Who was that great mage of yours ?"

You hesitate before finally admitting.

" Saruman. I tried to steal something from him.."

Thranduil suddenly looks up at you with a raised eyebrow, urging you to continue with his eyes.

" I..This is why I am here, Thranduil.."

You get out some kind of little blue fial and he rises up from his throne to look at it more closely, tilting his head slightly to observe it with more attention.

" What is it ?"

He finally asks while continuing observing it with attention, tilting his head slightly to the other side. You sigh before admitting.

" A potion of resurrection. He had it in his tour and wanted to use it to resurrect someone..I don't know who. But, when I heard that he had this kind of potion, I sneaked inside his home and stole it. But, before I could get out of there safely, he woke up and cursed me.."

Thranduil growls in annoyance at the lack of results from his search inside the book and also, at your foolishness.

" You fool ! He could have killed you ! Why would you go do something so stupid and reckless ?!"

He asks, visibly upset, and you can only shrug with a sad smile.

" Maybe because I wanted to give you a chance to be happy again ?"

He frowns in incomprehension until you explain.

" It was for your wife. It was for Evranï."

His eyes widen in shock at her name and his eyes keep going back and forth from the small vial to your face, trying to see if you were telling the truth.

" Y/N..Why ? Why do this for me ? Why risk your life for someone that you don't even know..?"

You smile pitifully at him before replying with tears forming at the corner of your eyes.

" Because that's what you do when you're in love, right ? You do everything in your power to make them happy..You may have not known until today but, I fell in love with you, Thranduil..I fell in love with you the moment I first set eyes on you during my first visit to your castle. You may not share my feelings, but it doesn't mean I have to forget about them, right ?"

He was about to answer when you start coughing loudly and cover your mouth with your hand. You then notice the blood and Thranduil seems to notice too since he is standing next to you in a matter of seconds. You fall to your knees and Thranduil is there to catch you.

" Y/N ! You told me 5 days, Y/N ! What's going on ?!"

You smile sadly before confessing.

" I may have lied a little..Saruman told me that I had 5 days to return his vial..four days ago.."

You had never seen the king cry before, it was so hard to imagine his perfect face stained by such vain things as tears..and yet, here he was, crying his eyes out over you. You stroke his cheek lovingly before forcing yourself to smile reassuringly at him.

" Don't cry, my king..This is a happy moment. I finally got the chance to help you and you will soon be able to see your beloved wife again..So, smile for me, okay ?"

You feel the intense pain gaining your heart and tighten your grip on the king's arm unconsciously. He notices and puts his own hand on yours.

" You silly woman..I won't let you die. You still have so much to do, and much more to make amends for, before I can forgive you.."

He softly says and you shake your head, the words feeling like fire every time you utter them.

" Please..Forgive me, my king..I know that I've disappointed you greatly, but please, forgive me so I can leave this world in peace..You can see it as a final act of mercy for a repentent soul ? I give you my life for your wife's..A soul for a soul..I only ask for forgiveness in return.."

You implore him and he looks at the vial that you place in his hand. He then glances back at you with a sad smile, cradling your face and kissing your forehead lovingly.

" I can't forgive you, because there is nothing to forgive..You were afraid and needed someone to believe in you. I’ve let fear and sorrow blind me from my duties towards you. Letting you think that your life had any less value than the one of my deceased wife was my mistake. I should be the one begging for forgiveness, not you. This is why, I can't accept your gift.."

He approaches the vial to your lips and you open your eyes wide at his intent. You close your lips tightly, knowing that if you were to drink it, the queen would never be reborn. He grits his teeths before grabbing your face and pressing his fingers against your cheeks, trying to make you open your mouth, unsuccessfully.

“ I refuse to let you die, Y/N ! Now, drink, you stubborn woman !”

He shouts, but you shake your head and wiggle too much for him to be able to force you to drink the potion with the vial. He finally sighs in, what you thought was, defeat before looking up at the ceiling and whispering.

“ I’m sorry my beloved, but I can't let an innocent girl be the price of my selfishness.”

You frown in incomprehension until you see him drink the potion before pouring it down your throat. You try to push him away, but his lips are sealed to yours and he doesn’t step back until you’ve swallowed every last drop of the potion. Then, and only then, does he step back to look at your arm, making sure that the healing process had begun. He smiles satisfactorily at the skin taking back its original condition.

“ You see ? In a couple of days you’ll be on your feet again.”

He says, but you don't answer and she he looks back at you, he sees that you've blacked out. He smiles before kissing your forehead again.

" Sleep well, my little spitfire."

A couple of days later :

As soon as you are awake, you storm inside the throne room with only one person in mind : Thranduil. When he sees you arrive, he smiles, but unlike his previous thoughts on your reaction when you would eventually wake up, he finds you angry and with tears in your eyes. Before anyone could stop you, you walk towards the king with determination and slap him across the face so hard that the sound resonates around the throne room. His surprise turns into anger and he was about to yell at you for your behavior when he sees that you are crying.

" Why did you do that ?! You kingdom needs a queen !”

He suddenly understands what you are so upset about and before he could answer, you crumble at his feet. You grip the bottom part of his robe and starts sobbing, hiding your face in the piece of cloth. He sighs before forcing you to look at him, grabbing your chin between his thumb and forefinger to look deeply into your teary eyes.

“ You made a mistake.”

You suddenly stand up and yell, obviously offended.

“ Who said it was a mistake ?! I gave you what you always wanted !”

He frowns before standing up as well and glaring back at you.

“ I do say it is a mistake because you made a reckless decision that could have led you to your death ! Your life belongs to me! Don't you dare forget again ! You'll die when I see fit ! You really thought that coming in here and dying on my floor would make me happy ?!"

You open your eyes wide and hold back the tears that were threatening to come back. He regrets his sudden outburst nearly instantly and straightens up to add.

" But, as a queen, you are to learn from your mistakes and make good use of them.."

You grit your teeths before replying confidently.

" I am no queen ! I am a warrior ! I have spilt blood and done things..things that would only bring you down with me. Why want me as a queen ?”

He sighs before turning towards you with a sad smile.

" What makes a queen ? A queen learns to survive, and even if her hands are red with the blood of her enemies, her heart will always be pure, for it beats for her people. A queen can have moments of weaknesses, as any other creature on earth, but she learns from her mistakes. As I have learned from mine. Don't you think I already thought about running away ? Leaving my duties, my son and my kingdom behind ?"

You frown before asking.

" Then why didn't you ?"

His eyes turn grey for a moment and he looks at his thrown before answering truthfully.

" I admit that I was upset at first when my advisors urged me to find a new wife, casting aside the memory of my sweet Evranï. But, having no choice, I had to make a decision. I traveled to every land in order to find that being that would be able to take my love's place on the throne by my side..When I thought that all hope was lost and that I would never find such a person, I found you. I saw you near the weeping willow, as still as a statue and listening to the wind with your eyes closed. I found myself wondering what you were waiting for and sat on the ground until the sun disappeared behind the hills, only then did you move and, to my astonishment, you started dancing with a sword in your hand. Your gestures were so precise and calculated, as if you could slash the wind itself in two. Only a few days later did I finally get an explanation to your particularly odd behavior from one of the villagers, you were training to slay a monster that was killing villagers in your land that nobody had ever seen, but that those who had survived described as fast as the wind. I wanted to laugh at the ridiculous theory, but couldn't bring myself to and decided to wait to see if you would succeed, certain that nobody could slay such a beast. But then, one day, you came in the inn where I was staying with a large victorious smile, covered in blood and carrying the body of the beast on your back that had a wide range of pointy teeths and a very distinctive fur color, one that I had never seen before..Blue with yellow stripes. I remember feeling a sudden wave of pride and respect towards you. Such dedication, patience and strength are what I always thought made a queen. That day, I knew that you would be the only one I would ever accept to rule side by side with.."

You open your eyes wide at the revelation before remembering that there was no weeping willow near the castle and this is when you recall your childhood weeping willow, the one that you used to come to think and imagine what the world would be like outside of your little town. You look up at Thranduil with wide eyes full of admiration, realizing that he had always been one step ahead of you, already knowing you before you even set foot into his kingdom. Thranduil only chuckles at your startled expression.

“ You didn't think I would let some random stranger choose the woman I would be spending the rest of my life with, did you ? Who do you think invited you to the castle in the first place ? You may have chosen me, but I chose you first, my queen..”

He suddenly kneels on one knee in front of you and you blush vividly before hitting his shoulder.

" Get up ! You could have told me ! I thought that you didn't even know my name until I escaped !"

He chuckles again before getting up and leaning in so close that you could stare deep into his beautiful blue eyes. He then proceeds to whisper in the shell of your ear.

" Do not misunderstand. Try to escape again ? And I'll break your legs. Understood, my dear ?"

You shiver at his threat and nod vividly, gulping loudly at his sudden change of demeanor. He smirks at you, satisfied with your answer, before walking towards the exit with the same usual elegance that all elves seem to possess. It takes you a while to react and when you do, you turn around to yell.

" Hey ! Come back here, you tall drama queen wannabe ! I'm not finished with you yet !"

He only laughs before replying with a sing-song voice.

" Welcome home, my queen !"

You huff in annoyance, but can't help smiling at the end. King Thranduil wasn't an easy elf..But, you wouldn't have him any other way. He made you keep going and even if he was harsh in his lessons, you knew that the harsh truth was always better than sugar-coated lies. During your many travels, you had met many different people in many different lands, but none ever compared to the elf king who could be as cold as ice, but also as hot as the sun that shined high in the sky. He always was one step ahead from everyone and even if you were to rule by his side until the end of your life, you would surely never succeed in understanding him.

He suddenly stops in the corridor and turns towards you with a knowing smile.

" Well ? Aren't you coming ?"

You smile and nod before running towards him.

" Thranduil ?"

You would later ask.

" Yes, my queen ?"

He answers before looking down at you while you smile devilishly at him.

" Since I am to become queen, does that mean that I can call you lady Thranduil all I want now ?"

He sighs exasperatedly before rolling his eyes playfully.

" I would rather not, especially in front of my advisors or subjects..but when have you ever taken my opinion into account ?"

You laugh happily before closing your fingers on his hand.

" Who knows ? Maybe I was following your plans from the beginning ?"

He chuckles before smiling mysteriously at you.

" And how did you come to this fascinating conclusion ?"

You look back up at him before replying.

" I just remembered that I was wearing the fur of the beast the night that I escaped..As you said it yourself, of a very "distinctive color", one that nobody could have mistaken.."

He understands and grins at you.

" Looks like I've been exposed..Well played."

You smile widely before winking cheekily at him.

" A queen knows how to learn from her mistakes.."

[vigilvntes]

Totally Not a Date (Thor Odinson x Reader)

A/N: i'm pretty sure 'totally not a date' is the first fic i ever posted on here which is kinda crazy to me. anyway this is a rewritten version because honestly the first version just needs to be wiped from existence so here you go. enjoy :)

word count: 2,100+

You sat across from Tony and Pepper in an almost uncomfortable, deafening silence. You knew from the very start that it was a bad idea, but you had promised Pepper that you would be there, and that you would have a date.

See, Pepper had informed you only three nights ago that she had made a reservation at the hot, new restaurant in the city, and that she had accidently made a reservation for four rather than two. Of course, you were suspicious, why wouldn't you be? It was not often that Pepper Potts herself made mistakes and having worked for a guy like Tony for years before the pair grew romantically, she had mastered the art of making reservations and booking tables. Not to mention she was a complete perfectionist. But you chose to shrug it off.

"So, what's the plan then? Me, you, Nat and Wanda?" You asked nonchalantly, your eyes glued to your phone. Pepper's small laugh only seconds later tore them right away. You looked up at her, narrowing your eyes, "What?"

Pepper raised her eyebrows at you, a smirk on her features, "As much as I would love to treat the girls, I reserved the table for a date night..." Your face suddenly dropped as you began to catch her drift. "So, since there's four seats I thought I'd ask you."

"But there's four seats, so me and...?"

She let lout a breathy laugh, "I was hoping you'd have that part covered for me. Be there for eight, and make sure you bring a date." Before you could respond, she had turned on her heels and left you sitting in the front room of the Avengers tower, completely shook.

You considered bailing more than once during the days leading up to the date. However, you found yourself stood outside of the restaurant at eight, awaiting your friends and your 'date' for the night. Tony and Pepper had arrived on time, and the chilly winds of New York that night had prompted the three of you to enter the restaurant and wait for your date inside. You hadn't told either of them who you would be bringing, for fear of being teased by Tony relentlessly for hours beforehand, and because he had warned you that he wasn't entirely sure he'd make it in time. Of course, you didn't mind, it was nothing more than a fake date. Nothing important. So why did you feel so down when the clock read 8:15 and no one had turned up for you?

Tony cleared his throat, breaking the silence which had engulfed the three of you. "Are we... Uh, are we ready to order?"

You were grateful for Tony and his appetite; you couldn't stand the quiet atmosphere, or the sad looks Pepper kept throwing your way. You were just about to open your mouth to let Tony know it was okay to order, but a deep, booming voice, one you didn't expect to hear tonight, stopped you in your tracks.

"My apologies for being so late. I had business to take care of in Asgard." You turned your head quickly, and your jaw dropped at the sight of the tall, blonde Asgardian prince as he pulled out the chair beside you and took a seat. He looked good, you had to admit. He wore a black dress shirt and black dress pants, and his hair had been pulled up into a bun. It was an almost effortless look, something you knew he had thrown together quickly upon his arrival to the tower, but he pulled it off regardless.

Tony was the first to reply, "No worries, big guy. We were just about to order." Tony glanced over at Pepper, a small smirk on his lips. Judging from the look of utter shock on your face, Tony could tell that Thor was most definitely not who you were expecting as your date, but he was excited to see how it would pan out.

You couldn't lie to yourself, Thor was one of the most attractive men you had ever laid your eyes on, and you would be being dishonest if you said you didn't have a little crush on him. He was always kind to you, polite. The issue was, the two of you had never held a real conversation for more than five minutes. He wasn't around as often as Steve or Tony, Thor spent most days in Asgard or any of the other nine realms attempting to fix the mess his brother had made, which left little room for any form of bonding between the two of you.

As Pepper and Tony broke out into conversation about the latest Stark- whatever. You didn't really care all that much. You leaned to the side and mumbled a harsh, "What are you doing here?" You didn't mean for it to come across so mean, but you were shocked. You had expected anyone but Thor.

He let out a loud chuckle, which caught the attention of the couple sat opposite you, as you notice them glance towards the both of you. Was anything ever subtle when it came to Thor? You had figured out incredibly quickly that the answer was no. When the two had looked away and continued their conversation, Thor finally gave you the answers you wanted. "The Captain told me that he had already informed you of his absence."

"Well, he lied." You'd surely chastise him for that later, depending on how the night went.

"He had somewhere to be. So, when I returned, he proposed that I should come here instead. How could I pass up going to dinner with a lady like yourself?" He grinned.

You felt your face flush as you just stared at him, not all too sure whether Thor meant that or whether he was just trying to make you feel more comfortable with the idea of him being there rather than Steve. You weren't sure whether it was working, you just knew his presence alone made you feel flustered.

You only realised how embarrassingly long you had been staring at Thor when the waiter interrupted. Luckily, you had time to pull yourself together, as the waiter recognised both Tony and Thor and shyly asked for a picture, to which they both obliged. He took Tony and Pepper's orders first, before turning to you. "What can I get for you and your lovely date?"

Just as you had gotten yourself together, you were broken right back down again, feeling your face flushing once again. "I- No... We're not dating. I- the reservations... They were for four people and... It's not a date - "

"Were here as friends. Third and fourth wheeling, you could say." Thor interrupted, covering for you.

The waiter, not entirely convinced, just nodded his head slowly, "Right... Got it." Before taking your orders and swiftly leaving.

Tony scoffed, "For future reference, you're so not convincing, (Y/)." He let out a chuckle when you shot him an annoyed glare.

Again, Tony and Pepper fell swiftly into conversation, and you wished it were that easy for you and Thor. After a minute's silence, you thought you'd make a little small talk. "So, how's Asgard?"

He smiled and leant back in his seat, "Asgard is... Fine. We're still trying to restore peace amongst the Nine Realms, and we've suffered some great losses."

"I'm sorry to hear that Thor. And your parents? And... him?" You assumed Thor would know who you were speaking of, considering he had waged a war against Earth only a year ago.

"Loki will spend the remainder of his days in a cell. My father couldn't see the son he raised be sentenced to death. My mother grieves for him every day." He replied, being as honest with you as he could.

"I'm sorry about that. It must be rough." All the talk of his brother and Asgard was starting to take a slight toll on the night for you, and you could see he felt the same. You desperately hoped for a change of subject.

Thor took your hand, something you didn't expect him to do, but it felt so... right? He was attractive, that much you knew. But did you really have feelings for him this whole time? Surely he wasn't just touching you, and throwing those gorgeous, heart-warming smiles at you out of kindness? Out ofdoing Steve a favour?

 "Don't be sorry. I don't mind you asking." He paused for a moment, offering you a smile whilst stroking the top of your hand with his thumb, "How's the creature at your residence?"

Furrowing your eyebrows for a second, you tried to understand what he was talking about. Until it dawned on you. You laughed, "The creature? You mean my cat, Florence?"

He nodded, "Yes, the cat....creature." 

You shook your head, letting out a chuckle, "She's fine. She's getting fatter, though. I'm a little worried about her." You paused for a few moments, before you realised that Thor had never actually met your cat. "How did you find out about Florence?"

"The Captain let me see pictures of her on his device. I reckon I'd quite enjoy her company." He grinned at you again, and you couldn't help but melt a little more. And even more when you realised he still held your hand in his.

The rest of the evening went exceptionally well. Yourself and Thor seemed to never run out of things to talk about, and he found himself regretting having not approached you sooner. The two of you got along like a house on fire as he, in all his loud, eccentric glory, told you stories of his childhood and the adventures he had across the Nine Realms with his friends, whilst you listened tentatively, completely taken in by his every word.

At one point, as he spoke of Asgard, he offered to take you there one day, claiming that his mother would 'love your company'. You were sure he was just saying that, that he didn't actually mean it, so you politely declined his offer this time.

"As you wish. But I'll get you to agree one day. I swear." You could only laugh at his determination for you to visit his home.

When you left the restaurant, you and Thor walked ahead of Pepper and Tony, still deep in conversation. You grinned at him, "We should watch a movie when we get back. I was thinking a Disney movie?"

He nodded, smiling down at you, "That would be wonderful. I like the one about the lions and the kings."

You furrowed your eyebrows, "You mean...the Lion King."

He pointed at you, "Yes! That one! How did you know?" You just laughed in response.

Behind you, as they watched the whole scene, Tony scoffed, "Look at them, pretending not to be head over heels for each other. Disgusting. It makes me feel sick."

Pepper chucked lightly in response, nudging Tony, "Shush, you."

extended ending

When you entered the tower, Thor's arm wrapped around your shoulder, you saw none other than Steve Rogers sat in the common area. You raised your eyebrows, "Steve? What are you doing here? I thought you went away on some mission?"

He shrugged, trying his best to keep a straight face and a smooth voice, "Yeah... About that. Fury called off the mission. Said another team fixed whatever issues they were having."

You didn't believe that for one second and neither did Thor, but you chose not to press the matter, honestly not caring whether Steve had set you up.

"How was your date?" He asked.

You opened your mouth, about to deny for the second time that night that it was in fact, not a date, but as you felt Thor's fingers gently brushing your shoulders, you gave in. Of course it was a date. A date that you hadn't agreed to, a date that had shocked you, but a date nonetheless. And a damn good one. "It was great, actually." You looked up at Thor, "I'll go find a movie."

He nodded, "I'll go get snacks."

Furrowing your eyebrows, you stared at him in confusion, "You're still hungry? After everything you ate at the restaurant?"

Steve nodded to himself, a small smile on his lips as he listened to your playful banter. His plan had worked, and he was damn proud of himself.

[cordonian-literature]

Forever Mine

chapter five

❦ summary — The time for Princess Riley to step into her role as queen fast approaches and finding the future king is Cordonia’s top priority. Commander Liam is aware of that, and has plans to make sure the princess ends up with someone suitable.

➺ chapter warnings: none

❦ catch up here!

➺ word count: (+/-) 1060

*all characters belong to Pixelberry, except those unique to my story*

Drake watches the shadows on his bedroom ceiling all night, mind racing too fast to even consider sleep.

Where had Commander Liam gone off to? What business did he have in that direction of the palace?

Who threatened Neville out of the competition? Was it just for show? Or was someone manipulating Riley?

By the time the morning light begins to burn his eyes, Drake's head is dizzy with worry for Riley. While eating a small breakfast, he regretted that he didn't go and check on her last night. The least he could have done was call or text her.

Drake stumbles back onto the bed, needing to give his eyes a rest before the day's festivities began. The vibration of his phone wakes him; it was Leo telling Drake that he wouldn't be around the palace today.

Drake texts back a reminder about Riley, but doesn't receive a reply.

Now, around noon, Drake opens the doors to his room, in a far corner of the palace where no one would pass through, and makes his way towards the main hall. His footsteps down the stairway are paired with the violent taps of rain on the palace, so loud that even the nobles' chit-chat becomes incomprehensible.

Warm beverages and fresh bread fill the hands of the nobility, the tips of their fingers barely covering their mouths filled with food as they talk.

In the center of the ballroom stands Riley, talking closely with Maxwell, with Commander Liam off to the side talking with Prince Alexander. The Prince munches on the buttered bread like it was the first meal he'd eaten in days, but the Commander respectfully pretends not to notice.

His regret for leaving her alone last night fills Drake's chest as he makes a beeline for the Princess, but a wave of red steps in his path.

"Where are you going, Walker?" Olivia asks, a steaming cup of tea in her hand.

He tries to go around her, but she steps in his way again.

"There's no reason to rush," Olivia states. "She's going to be speaking to all of her suitors this morning. You'll probably get your turn after Commander Liam."

Drake sharply inhales, staring at Olivia who proudly holds a smug smile. "What do you mean by that?"

"Is it not obvious?"

He stares her down, not wanting to voice the fear in his heart.

"You don't think I haven't noticed?" She rolls her eyes. "You're not her guard yet you follow her like a lost puppy. You're always the one rushing in front of the Commander to go see her when she's upset."

He shakes his head, trying to come up with a way to convince Olivia that her so-called evidence hs nothing to do with Drake's feelings for Riley.

Before he can protest, Commander Liam appears next to Olivia, who turns to him with a blush on her face.

"Commander!" she greets, her tone now lively and adoring. "I hope that you've been having a wonderful morning so far!"

"I have, thank you," he says, not even looking at her, but instead turning his full attention towards Drake. The Commander furrows his brows before continuing, "Do you happen to have heard anything about Neville's disappearance?"

For a moment, Drake's breath stops in his throat, unsure how he should answer. Thankfully, Olivia enthusiastically answers that she heard that he withdrew from the season.

"A pity," Liam states, exaggerated wrinkles voicing his concern on the issue, but the darkened eyes that stare into Drake tell him a different story. "He was telling me something about his business expenditures yesterday, and how it would aid the economy." Liam takes a breath and pushes his shoulders further back, his presence even more intimidating.

Her eyes still not removed from the Commander, Olivia suggests, "I can find someone who can help you contact him."

He finally turns to her with a smile, "That would be wonderful, Duchess."

The clicks of her heels sound her departure. While Liam and Olivia had a small moment, Drake had turned to see that Prince Alexander and Lady Hana had joined the conversation with Riley and Maxwell.

"Do you know how long Lord Maxwell has known Her Highness?"

Drake turns to face the Commander. "We've all known each other since we were kids."

"I see," he states with a smile. "I was simply asking because I overheard Duke Bertrand telling Lord Maxwell that he needed to put his friendship with the Princess aside if he wanted to win her hand."

A chuckle escapes Drake's lips. "Sounds like something Bertrand would say. But the man's right. It's a line that Maxwell would never cross..."

Drake pauses while he watches Maxwell throw his arm over Riley while they were both in a fit of laughter. The Princess does the same, but there's a respectful distance between the two of them; neither of them pulls the other one closer. Drake can see Bertrand from the corner of his eyes: the Duke narrows his eyes at the pair, ignoring the noble next to him.

"As is common of those who've had friendships since they were young." The Commander declares, though it hangs in the air like a question. Drake turns again to the man, hoping that he would continue.

"Not always," Drake states, unsure of whether or not he should have spoken.

The furrows return to the Commander's forehead. "But, like you said, there's a chance of ruining the friendship once one party introduces romance into the relationship."

"I didn't say that, I just meant—"

"My apologies for taking so long, Commander," Olivia says, rejoining the group. "None of my contacts have been able to reach out to Neville. Perhaps I can ask them again later—"

"No worries, Duchess," Liam consoles, though the shadow behind his eyes has not lifted. "If Neville does not wish to be contacted, so be it. I shall call you in for a favor another time." The Commander reaches for Olivia's hand, which she gladly offers, and gives it a gentle kiss before leaving the ballroom.

Olivia and Drake are left standing next to each other. Olivia's eyes follow Liam's every step as she reimagines the conversation she just had with him, while Drake considers that he might have to have a chat with Maxwell.

a/n: i'm so sorry that this is so short after i haven't updated this in months. i'm doing my best to get back to writing regularly. i had fun writing this, so i hope you all enjoyed it, too :)

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