#The Royal Knights Trainer\-

[ask-alphamon]

So Gankoomon, what's your opinion on the other Gankoomon, that Marcus fellow?

"Anytime I'm in the same room as him I feel like I'm going to be murdered.... We so much as look at the guy he gets really angry... Er... Angrier then he usually is... Some of Lordknightmon's Knightmon tried to treat his injuries and he lashed out at them when they got to close.. Going so far as to melt the armor on a few of them and hurt them badly. Now we don't let them go near him... He even lashed out on Gallantmon of all Digimon here... Kid just tried to bring him food since he hasn't eaten a damn thing that we've seen since he and the other's showed up..."

[pupmusebox]

Tag dump 4/?

{ Human Typhoon and Plant - Vash } { Cold Hearted and Bladed Plant - Nai/Knives } { Scuffy Priest and Undertaker - Nicholas D. Wolfwood } { Crimson Cloaked Marksman - Vincent Valentine } { Sleepy Royal Chocobro - Noctis Lucis Caelum } { Geo Archon and Mysterious Consultant - Zhongli } { Cyro Knight and Calvary Captain - Kaeya Alberich } { Anemo Archon and Bard of the Winds - Venti } { Leader and General Mahamatra - Cyno } { Verdant Strider - Tighnari } { The Dark Side of Dawn - Diluc Ragnvindr } { Admonishing Instruction - Alhaitham } { Vigilant Yaksha - Xiao } { Ordainer of Inexorable Judgment - Neuvillette } { Emissary of Solitary Iniquity - Wriothesley } { Kind Hearted Game Loving Duelist - Yugi Moto } { Puzzle Spirit and Pharaoh - Yami Yugi/Atem } { Blue Eyed Calculating CEO - Seto Kaiba } { Luck Duelist with a Heart of Gold - Joey Wheeler } { Friend of Duel Spirits - Jaden Yuki } { Vehicroid Deck - Syrus Truesdale } { Cyber Dragon Duelist - Zane Truesdale } { Red Eyed Dragon User - Atticus Rhodes } { Ruler of the Grimm - Salem } { Shining Outlander - Aether } { Hanamizaka Heroics - Arataki Itto } { Laid-back Ground Type User - Rika } { Dark Type Specialist and Singer-Songwriter - Piers } { Shy and Mysterious Ghost Trainer - Allister } { Enforcer and Trainer - Gladion }

[lavender543]

Longing - Prologue

Yandere!Knight x (Evil?)Queen!Reader

Synopsis: You are a queen with a not so great reputation. He is your most trusted, and extremely stoic knight. Lets just say you don't know just how much he would do for you. (he's been secretly pining after you for awhile). Warnings: Topics of war, and violence

By many, you were seen as cold, Ruthless, some would even say evil. You were the queen of a large kingdom in the North, with a very widely known reputation for being cutthroat.  

Life in the North was not easy by any means. Resources were far and few, and the environment was cold and desolate. For that, you needed to rule with an iron fist in order to protect your people and keep them satisfied. You weren't afraid to use force if that was what was required.  

Many would say you were wicked, morally grey, power hungry...the list goes on. You’d like to think of yourself as dedicated.  

You were forced from a young age into the role of ruler and spent your whole life preparing to be Queen. It was your life's dedication to rule over your kingdom. You had no living relatives; your family was assassinated during the war.  

It was...hard, to say the least.  

The only person you could trust during those dark days was yourself, and eventually you learned you could trust him: The Grande knight. 

He was originally an orphan brought in by your parents when you were young. They trained him to be a loyal weapon to fight in the war.  

It was wrong, and it pained you to see him, similar in age to you, being pushed past his limits.  

You sympathized with him in a way. You yourself were forced against your will to be trained in order to become the next ruler; although your training was a lot less physically demanding than his (which is an understatement of what he had to go through).  

Despite both of you being terribly busy, there were small moments you both had together as children. They were nothing but a few words in passing, but the interactions meant a lot to two heavily sheltered kids tasked with adult responsibilities.  

Your fondest memory was when you had your first real conversation with him. Your only real interaction with him were moments of eye contact before then.

One day, when you were around ten years old, you managed to run away from your etiquette teacher and hid in the royal gardens. 

As you ran through the garden, searching for a hiding spot, you spotted a dark figure hidden in a small alcove between two bushes of winter daphne’s. They were one of the only flowers that could survive the cold climates of the north.  

You approached the figure, and realized it was him. Without really thinking, you sat beside him. He was huddled, panting heavily as if he had just run a marathon, (he probably was earlier to be honest).  

He stared at you, surprise and fear in his eyes, and your ten-year-old brain could only think of giving him a reassuring smile to show you were friendly. 

“I see that we had similar thoughts.” you said to the boy, a mischievous grin on your face. 

At that, he relaxed slightly, although still staying silent. And you decided it was safe to sit down beside him.  

He froze from the action, but didn’t protest.

“I managed to get away from my etiquette teacher, I know I shouldn't say this, but I'm convinced she’s evil. Must be why she doesn’t have any friends.” 

You were surprised when you heard a small laugh from him at your words, although it was more like a snort. This only encouraged you to go on.  

“Seriously! She was trying to make me put a book on my head! And she always whacks my wrists with a strap if I don't do something right.” 

With your casual words, he began to open up, speaking hesitantly at first. He seemed to still be quite nervous.  

“My trainer is the same way, evil I mean.” 

You giggled at that, and you looked at each other in mutual understanding. You sat together for a while, enjoying each other's company. Talking about whatever came to mind. Eventually you realized you didn't actually know his name. You had only ever heard him be referred to as “the boy,” or terms akin to that.  

You looked at him in curiosity.  

“Say, I guess I never asked, what is your name?” 

His face grew bitter, there was hatred in his eyes, and you were confused by the sudden mood switch.  

“Just call me what you want.” He said shortly. 

You looked at him in confusion. “Do you not have a name?” 

“I may as well not.” 

All you could say was “oh” in response.  

The mood suddenly got awkward, and you tried to lighten it.  

“Well, what would you like your name to be?” 

He visibly gave the question some thought and then shrugged nonchalantly.  

“I don't know, I've never really thought about it.” 

“I see....” You trailed off, not knowing what else to say. 

“What name do you like? For me I mean.” 

He said suddenly.

You definitely did not expect him to ask that. Looking to him in surprise, you replied: “You want me to choose a name for you?”  

He nodded casually, although you did not see the blush creeping up his face. This whole situation was a little odd, but you went along with it, giving it some thought. Finally, you came up with the perfect name.  

“Everett.” You said after a long pause.  

He looked up to you and smiled shyly. 

“It means brave in the old language. I learned the word today from my lessons.” 

You continued with excitement.  

The boy looked almost bashful from your words, a wide grin making its way on his flushed face.  

“It's perfect.’” he said with sincerity.  

You stayed like that for a while, but, like all good things, it had to end. Some guards eventually found the two of you, and you had to go your separate ways.  

After that, your father restricted you from seeing Everett (you’ve been referring to him as Everett now), so as to prevent any “distractions” as he worded it.  

From then on, you didn’t see much of Everett, save for small glances when crossing paths with each other. It was hard seeing him, all bloodied and bruised from training, and not being able to talk to him, or do anything to help him.  

Soon days turned into weeks, then months, then years. Your childlike naivety had long since been brushed away to reveal a cold and calculated woman. You were seventeen, and very close to being of age to ascend to the throne. Just in time for the war to begin you had thought bitterly at the time.   

The war began when your parents had had enough of neighboring countries cutting off their supply shipments. Your kingdom relied on these shipments for food and necessities. Thus began a war your parents waged. 

You hated it. You hated it all, but what could you do? You had no say in any of it, despite your insistent pleading to your father not to start a war. You knew it would only end in loss and destruction.  

With everything happening, you wanted desperately for someone to confide in. You searched for Everett, but you hadn't seen him in weeks, it was as if he disappeared. Upon question, you discovered that he was sent into the war to fight on the frontlines.  

You were devastated. You felt stupid to not have realized before. That was what all the training was for, why your parents had adopted him in the first place. To create a weapon for this war.  

You were so consumed with rage and hopelessness, and all you could do was try to help your parents finish this war. It was all you could do to stop the bloodshed. 

The exposure to everything only made you colder, however. You realized that you too had been turned into a weapon, although more in the academic sense. Your parents used your wit and knowledge from your lessons growing up.  

Two years in, your kingdom faced few losses, and many victories due to your strategizing. Although it did not stop the assassination of your family. Somehow, some way, the enemy kingdoms found a way in.  

This only fueled your rage more. You no longer cared how, but you were going to win the war. And you did.  

After four long years, you finally reached total victory. 

And with that, you gained the reputation of a tyrant. 

Next part: chapter 1

A/N: This is my first story on here yayyy. thank you to anyone who reads and enjoys this! Sorry this chapter is mostly world building, I promise there will be a lot more of Everett in the next part. I might make it in his perspective next chapter as well....we'll see!

[dalivanmagritte]

NCT FIC REC : LEE JENO

back to the nct fic rec

Jeno fic rec part.2

favs

lionheart (fav, smut, fluff, royal!au, knight!au, monarch!au)

premium boy-toy (fav, smut, stripper!au)

step on a crack, dr.lee's gonna break your back (fav, smut)

wanna know what it's like (fav, smut)

yours to tame (fav, fluff, smut, knight!au, princess!au, royal!au)

koi no yokan (fav, smut, abo!au)

slick pup (fav, pervert!au, smut)

prince of wolves (fav, smut, werewolf!au, vampire!au)

i suddenly realize my archnemesis is hot (fav,fluff, angstish, demigod!au, mythology!au)

pride & prejudice (fav, fluff, angst, smut)

no smut

rainfall (fluff)

the deal (fluff, college!au)

cigarettes after sex (fluff, angstish, suggestive, college!au)

do you even know how to have fun? (angst to fluff, badboy!au)

classics (smut)

secret (smut, fluff, sub!jeno (kink discovery))

sweet lies (smut, angstish, ghost!jeno!au)

heatstroke (mechanic!au, smut)

tattooist!jeno (fluff, angst, tattooist!au, florist!au)

himbo (smut, himbo!jeno)

cute little intern (smut, ceo!au, intern!au)

mine only (smut)

possessive dad! (smut, pregnancy!au, soon to be parents!au)

ridin' club switching lanes (smut, streeracer!au)

sweet fury (smut)

hit the breaks! (serie, smut, streetracer!au, mechanics!au)

rich purity (serie, smut, virgin!au)

possessive jeno (smut, roommate)

a different kind of exercise (smut, personal trainer!au)

the rock of gibraltar (smut)

jeno uses his strength against you (smut)

the bat & dove (smut, fluff, mafia!au, racer!jeno)

banana (smut)

guardian gloves (smut, angstish, boxer!au)

teddy bear (smut)

strong jeno (smut)

codename : monster (smut)

his order (smut, ceo!au)

sli(ck-p)up (smut, perv!jeno)

fireproof (smut, brotherbf!au, college!au)

size kink (smut)

only 'til dawn (smut, badboy!jeno, goodgirl!reader)

day6: overstimulation (smut)

day19: pet play (smut)

little wifey (smut, husband!au)

hard dom! (smut)

wrapped around your fingers (smut)

my first and last (smut, college!au)

summer hair = forever young (smut, fluff)

perv!jeno (smut, roommates!au, perv!au)

monster in hiding (smut, stalking!au)

can't take it? (smut)

alternate universe (magics, gods, royalty, etc...)

my sunset is yours (fluff, hogwarts!au)

helping hand (fluff, hogwarts!au)

transfiguration spell (smut, fluff, angstish, hogwarts!au)

sinking ships (smut, sailor!au, mermaid!au, horror!au)

change in you (smut, vampire!au, georgian-era!au)

puppy (smut, supernatural!au, werewolf!au)

sunshine (fluff, angst, mermen!jeno)

the lucky one (fluff, angst, demigod!au, mythology!au)

son of morpheus (fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

son of apollo (fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

son of shadows (part of elysios serie, fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

the tale older than time (fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)

late night company (fluff, comfort angst, demigod!au)

scream (smut (dirtyyy smut), halloween!au, ghostface!jeno)

why dying my hair was the best decision of my life (fluff, soulmates)

take my breath (smut, abo!au)

puppy pound (smut, abo!au)

jealous (smut, abo!au)

sos x jaemin (smut, abo!au)

destiny (smut, abo!au)

stepbro alpha jeno (smut, abo!au, stepbro!au)

pretzel (smut, abo!au)

phone fuck me (smut, ghostface!au)

incubus!jeno (smut, incubus!au)

ascention to the throne (serie, smut, royal!au, prince!au, political!au)

with another member

just so you know x jaemin (smut)

i'm a mouse duh! x jaemin (smut)

they're roommates x jaemin (smut)

the sequel x jaemin (smut, ghostface!au, halloween!au)

cookie jar x jaemin (smut, stepbrother!au)

can you handle it? x johnny, jaehyun, jaemin (smut)

morally gray (and tw)

baby trapping (smut, sugardaddy!au)

shameless (smut, stepson!au)

undone (noncon, smut)

teddy bear -> our sick story, thus far x haechan (dubcon, smut)

stepbro!jeno part.2 (DUBCON, smut, stepbrother!au)

behind closed doors x haechan (smut, slight dubcon, stepbro!au)

the walls are thin x jaemin (DUBCON, smut)

shoplifter x mark (dubcon, smut, bodyguard!au, stepfather!au)

switch -> chain x johnny (dubcon, smut, neighbour?au)

arcade (continuation of switch/chain, smut)

[leosxrealm]

ꜱᴀᴜᴅᴀᴅᴇ

pairing(s): prince! Arthur Leclerc x male! knight! reader

warning(s): mentions of injury, mentions of death, royal au! forbidden romance(?), angst

(a/n): a lot of backstory and angst. also this was inspired the moodboard i made. and inspired by the song– sign of the times by harry styles. also the dynamic was kind of inspired by patrochilles from tsoa.

wc: 1.6k

!not proofread!

"Y/n! Uncle!"

You hear the high-pitched voice of a young boy. On turning around, you see him running towards you. But he never reaches you.

You let out a sigh. Seeing Arthur trip on his own feet was not an uncommon sight for you. You could never understand how a prince could be so clumsy. You walk over towards him, helping the poor boy up.

"Prince Arthur," your father greets him with a small smile.

"Uncle!" the younger beams.

"What brings you here, your Highness?" your father asks him, curious about why the youngest prince was near the soldier's quarters, which happened to be on the opposite side of the Prince's room.

Arthur stills for a second, gathering his thoughts. "My father has requested your presence. He said something about- about-" He trails off, not remembering the rest of what his father had said.

Your father smiles down at him. You didn't know what he found amusing about him. Your father turns to you, giving you a small smile, "I have to go. Please take care of Prince Arthur and escort him back to his room."

"Yes, father."

---

You look around the hallways as you walk behind the youngest prince. The royal quarters were completely different from what you were used to.

Arthur's room soon comes into your field of vision. It was only a few paces down Prince Charles'. "Do you want to come in?" he asks excitedly, eager to show you the new toys his father had brought from his recent travels.

You accept his request. It's not like you could say no to a Prince; you were a nobody compared to him.

---

You had been practicing your sword skills near the river bank before you were disturbed by the presence of another person. It took you a second to recognize him. After all, you didn't expect him to be here. 

"Hello!" he said after spotting you, his eyes full of innocence and with the biggest smile on his face. 

"Your Highness," you bow, just like you were taught to. He frowned, he never liked how you treated him like a prince. He wanted to be your friend, and friends don't bow to each other. Or act like one was superior.

He quickly changed the topic, asking you to teach him some of your sword moves.

"You have a trainer already," you pointed out, "appointed by the king."

"But I don't like him," he replied, pouting like a child. You sometimes forget that he's a prince. From what you were told, a prince shouldn't act this way. Maybe he got away with it because he was the youngest, you wondered.

"I'm not a teacher," you replied, hoping the annoying boy would go away already. "But you could teach a friend!" Arthur replied happily. You take a moment to answer. "You're a prince. We can not be friends." You walk away from the river, going back to the soldier's quarters.

Arthur watched you walk away from him. He didn't understand why you disliked him so much. All he wanted was a friend.

---

You were appointed to accompany the youngest prince while he went to the local bazaar. He wouldn't let anyone else accompany him and of course, the king couldn't let him go alone.

Arthur had made it known that you would be the only one he would allow to be near him. So upon receiving direct orders from the King, you couldn't exactly say no.

---

His eyes beg you. Trying to covey the words his mouth couldn't. Was it selfish of him? To want you to stay when the kingdom was under attack? He searches your eyes. What was he trying to find?

You step closer to him. Your hand gently cups his face, bringing him closer, till your foreheads touch.

"I have to go," you whisper, your breath tickling his face. A lump forms in his throat. He doesn't want you to leave.

His stomach churns at the thoughts that cross his mind. The 'what if' scenarios running through his mind. He can't shake off this feeling he has.

"Don't." It's so quiet you barely hear it. "Please."

"My Prince." You pull him into your embrace, gently tucking his face in the curve of your neck. One of your hands around his back, the other supporting his head.

"My love," you try to console him. It hurt you to see him like that. It hurt you the most to know you were the reason for his current state. 

"At least..." he tries to say before his own sobs cut him off. "At least stay the night." 

You look at Arthur. He was clutching your vest, scared that if he let go, you would leave. He reminded you of the young boy you had met all those years ago. 

The clumsy little boy, who used to run around the palace barefoot, tripping so often that his arms and legs were scattered in scars. 

The determined little boy, who used to beg you to teach him how to fight because he didn't think he was strong enough to deserve the title of prince. The smart little boy, who taught you how to read and write, something you had never learned because a soldier had no use for such things.

The caring little boy, who stayed up all night once to look after you after you had caught a severe cold.

The sensitive little boy, who cried when he found a dead butterfly in the garden. You didn't have the heart to tell him that those things barely lived for a few weeks. The brave little boy, who fought his father, the king, because the king forbade him from spending time together with lowlifes.

You smile at the memory. Arthur had fought his own father all because he called you a lowlife. You knew your place in the system. It wasn't the first time you had heard such a thing. It's what you were so you didn't ever consider it an insult. 

But seeing Arthur defend you like that, against the king of all people, had really made you see him in a new life.

You tighten your arms around him. You didn't want to leave him here. But this was a war the kingdom couldn't afford to lose. Things had been especially tough on the frontlines. 

"Of course, my love," you reply softly, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of his head. 

---

Arthur woke up the next day to an empty bed. You were nowhere to be seen. Deep inside, he knew you had already left. You were probably about to reach the battlegrounds.

He rolled over to your side of the bed. At least that's what he had been calling it ever since you had started spending the nights in his room. It was already cold.

He tried to sleep again, to get away from the thoughts clouding his mind but to no avail.

Something caught his eye. It was sitting on top of the nightstand. He reached out grabbing the small piece of jewelry.

He recognized it. It was a simple silver chain with your birthstone hanging from it. It was the most precious thing you had. You had told him once. A gift from your late mother.

He carefully wrapped his fingers around it. He knew how much it meant to you. It was your treasure and you had left it in his care. He brought the necklace closer to him. Like he was holding a piece of you. 

He curled up in a ball, weeping quietly. The reality of the situation hit him. There was only one instance he could think of where you would leave behind your most treasured necklace.

---

The Sun had already settled for the day. The stars, shining like little gems in the blanket of darkness. It had been a long day for the two young boys. Sweaty and tired, they laid in the freshly trimmed grass. 

"You did good today." the shorter of the two turned  his head to look at his companion. You had never been the first to start a conversation with him, much less compliment him. Arthur felt himself turning red as you laid there oblivious. 

"Thanks," he meeked out. He turned to look at you once again. Your had laid comfortably on the ground, your eyes closed, the moon that had previously been hiding behind the clouds was now shining its luminance onto you. 

Heavenly. You looked heavenly. It was the only way he could describe you. He closed his eyes, taking in the smell of the grass surrounding him, and of the blooming flowers through the wind. the sound of the leaves rattling, and you.

"I want to learn life with you."

You opened your eyes slowly. It had been so quiet that you barely heard it. You turned to the boy next to you. Or rather the man next to you. He was fifteen, turning sixteen in a few weeks. 

He was no longer the clumsy little boy you had met. He fitted into his role as the prince perfectly. He knew how to fight now. He was attending meetings when his brothers couldn't. His opinions were heard in the council. Everyone had acknowledged him as a man, as a dutiful prince. 

He had even changed physically. He was taller than you remembered. Stronger, even. His muscles were starting to show. His voice was slightly deeper. His hair was longer. He had grown. Before you knew it, a smile had appeared on your face. 

---

He holds the letter close to him, the edges of the paper crumbling under his fingers. The tears staining the paper. It was written in a hurry, he could tell. Addressed to him, sitting neatly on the nightstand next to your necklace.

He wailed.

Please forgive me, my prince. I would not be there to accompany you till the end. I wish it didn't had to end like this. I wish I got learn more of life with you.

I hope we can meet again somewhere. Somewhere far away from here. Maybe in the after life. Until then, take care of yourself, my love.

Love,

Your Knight

(a/n): i've written after soooo many months so its kinda weird and all over the place. and a little rushed. I'll get better when i start writing more eventually i promise🤞🏼i still hope you guys enjoyed it

[artsyco3xist]

PokéTWST Part 7

Silver's team may seem a little mismatched, but they are quite complementary with one half catering to Silver's napping needs...

Snorlax and Musharna both aid Silver when he's sleeping: Snorlax as an oversized pillow, and Musharna as a dream eater (KH references much Toboso?). Musharna will eat the dreams of others, helping them to either forget the dream or consume the nightmares.

The color of the mist emanating from Musharna shows the type of dream the host has and will inform the other Pokémon what Silver is dreaming. However, if the dream is becoming a nightmare, the mist will turn black.

Gallade and Aegislash know this. Gallade, being the "master of courtesy and swordsmanship," will guard Silver and Musharna diligently, knowing that waking a Musharna when the mist is black will bring Silver's nightmares to life.

Aegislash too will stand guard in Shield Form in order to protect Silver.

And the other half assisting with his sparring and etiquette training.

Gallade make for great knights-in-training. They are fiercely protective of their trainers and able to predict their opponent's moves. Silver loves to practice his swordsmanship with Gallade since it fights as honorably as himself.

Gallade are also chivalrous and seek to assist those in need, much like Silver. And so when Silver falls asleep in the middle of a task, or when he is preoccupied with Malleus, Gallade is there to fill in the gaps. If anything, Silver wants to learn from Gallade's example.

Aegislash, having both offensive and defensive abilities, also makes for a challenging opponent. However, Aegislash is more intrigued in Silver himself.

Aegislash are able to "detect the innate qualities of leadership" and thus are drawn to royalty. Initially, it was Malleus's Pokémon, but as Aegislash developed an obvious interest in Silver, Malleus gifted it as a birthday present as an example of what a royal protector should look like.

Aegislash are known to loyally serve entire lineages of kings, which Silver one day hopes he could do. It's a constant reminder of what Silver is training for, and the amount of faith Malleus has in him to reach that goal.

This one was soo cool to put together! Thanks to everyone who gave their Pokémon recommendations as I would've never thought up of this dynamic! If you have any ideas of what TWST character fits what Pokémon, feel free to comment. I'm always updating my list!

[pocketseizure]

Handsome Older Link

Please consider:

- Rugged dark fantasy vibes: After he leaves Termina, Ocarina of Time Link travels through the wider world taking on odd jobs, Geralt of Rivia style. He's as competent an adventurer as he ever was, but he's haunted by his past and looking for something he can only find once he returns to Hyrule.

- Lumberjack uncle vibes: Twilight Princess Link returns to Ordon Province and passes his days as a goat herder and horse trainer while occasionally taking on promising apprentices from the knights-in-training at Hyrule Castle.

- Regency romance vibes: Tears of the Kingdom Link marries Zelda and becomes her prince consort. He looks dashing in his royal finery, but he still unbuttons his collar and rolls up his sleeves to help out with sword training and Zonai technology testing.

[hyber-region]

001 - 003: Fawna, Deero & Verdeer

Are you ready to start your journey in the Hyber Region?

Fawna is a fantastic choice for new trainers! Loyal, friendly and possess a strong urge for adventure. They love helping others and will always want to fight for what’s right. Fawna is small but packs a punch and grows into the fun loving Deero and eventually the powerful Verdeer. A grass / fairy lord of the forest who smaller Pokémon will seek out for help in times of need.

The design was inspired by the old legends of the Irish Fianna - Celtic warriors somewhat equivalent to knights and always have a presence in Irish tales and legends. Another inspiration was Robin Hood as I always saw this line as forest vigilantes who want to help those in need. Fawna’s leaf cap evolves into royal floral crown by the time they become their final form 🍃 🌸

[chernabogs]

‘  where  has  choosing  goodheartedness  and  having  golden  hair  ever  gotten  you  ? 

hiii um this prompt with a prince silver au maybe? maybe him being kept in the dark about the war and living a perfect life, but then finding out about what the silver owls are doing / planning to do to the fae?

I took this in sort of a subtle approach, if that's ok! I was writing this and suddenly I was like hmmm what if someone nudged him to begin looking into things himself... and voila. Bean-nighe was the first thing I thought of. I did also tweak the line a little!

RED RIVER

Inc: Silver, his nanny, a Bean-nighe/Washerwoman, Leah & Knight of Dawn mention Warnings: Blood (I mean... washerwoman do that), implications of oppression (fae). AU-verse of Silver being raised by Leah and KoD. C7 spoilers, somewhat. Little bit of Scottish mythos in here too. WC: 2.4k Summary: After his nanny goes missing, Silver finds himself lost in the forests, where he comes across a woman washing strange clothing in a stream.

He only begins to clue in that something is amiss when his nanny is absent one morning. She’s a fae, with long hay-coloured hair and slate eyes that still hold a twinkle when she smiles at him. She only really smiles at him—her little sun—but otherwise wears a blank expression. Her eyes always fix to the floor whenever his uncle is with him and she shrinks into the shadows, his quiet nanny, only to emerge from her shell when they’re alone again. 

One time he told her that she felt more like a mother to him than his real one. It isn’t Leah’s fault that she’s absent for portions of his life—that goes part and parcel with being a royal, after all—but absence does not make his heart grow any fonder. His nanny had looked terrified when he said this. She had pressed a finger to her lips and begged him not to say that again, not to say that to anyone. 

When she vanishes, he looks for her. It’s what any child would do.  

He straps his wooden sword to his hip and embarks out of the white manor that is his home into the gnarled woods beyond. Where most children would shy away from the shadows, he strides forward, as brave as his father when it comes to facing the unknown. 

Or at least, as brave as he assumes his father to be. They so rarely interact, despite his name being ‘Silver’ after the armour that the man adorns. Silver, like blades that cut through the night. Silver, like the moon's rays that will touch on new land. The absence of him does not make Silver’s heart grow any fonder either. 

“Nanny?” He calls, his small voice lost to the vast space around him as his neat shoes become muddied from the earth. Assistants had dressed him this morning in fine garbs befitting his position as a young prince. Silver didn’t know why they bothered to begin with. By the end of the day, his knees were always dirty, and his palms scratched up from playing in the woods. Nanny would scold him as she washed the cuts clean and kissed them better, making the wounds vanish into smooth skin. 

When no one replies to his call, he pouts a little as his hand rests on his wooden sword. He isn’t allowed a real one quite yet. He’s still too young, according to his trainer, and needs to perfect working with a wooden sword before receiving iron. A wooden sword is sorely inefficient when it comes to creatures in these woods. Dire Beasts, Stygian Boars, Dryads and Elves—Silver has heard of them all through nanny’s stories at night. 

The Dire Beasts aren’t bad. He can probably climb a tree and wait them out if needed. Stygian Boars often just rooted around the dirt and could be easily bypassed so long as you didn’t spook them. Dryads and Elves, though, are more complicated. Dryads can use nature to their advantage and Elves can use their sharp tongues. Silver knows better than to cross paths with either of them. 

But he needs to find his nanny, and quickly. He wonders if perhaps she’s gone into the woods again to collect flowers and strayed off the path. He used to wake up every morning with a new bouquet by his bedside of flowers he’s never seen before—dark purple and tempting. By the evening, the flowers are gone, but the joy of waking up with them lingers in his memory. 

The space grows darker as he continues to navigate over roots of trees older than even his parents. His small hand grasps the wood to leverage himself as the air grows heavy and a new scent begins to invade him. It smells ancient as well and makes his nose curl as he wanders down an embankment. 

His path is soon interrupted by the sight of someone kneeling by the river that runs below, her back hunched as she appears to be washing something in the stream. He can hear her humming a soft, mournful sounding song as her hands work in a rhythmic manner, dipping the cloth beneath the stream before raising it up and submerging it again. It’s a mesmerizing motion that draws him closer to where she kneels. However, when his foot lands on a twig, making it snap under the weight of his body, the woman ceases her motions and turns her head to look his way. 

She’s an older woman, with the beginnings of wrinkles lining her face and a headscarf concealing her hair. Her dark brown eyes seem to peer right through him as her lips tilt down into a frown and she straightens up. “Boy. Why do you watch me from the shadows?” 

Silver feels the flush of embarrassment burn his cheeks as he rises, walking forward until he draws to a stop a few feet away from the woman. The wooden sword hits against his thigh as he moves, and the woman's gaze watches it with interest. When he’s close—but not too close—he wrings his hands together with a down-turned gaze. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to disturb you,” he begins, studying the rocks by his feet as he speaks. “Can you help me?” 

“Help?” The woman’s hoarse tone pitches in amusement as he hears water sloshing again. He looks up to see that she’s resumed her washing. At a closer distance, he can also see the wicker basket by her side, the edge of another cloth peeking out from beneath the lid. “What a peculiar request. Most don’t want my help.” 

Silver thinks this a rather odd thing to say, but he rationalizes that perhaps others are just more cautious, and likely don’t have a missing nanny to worry about. The woman washes quietly for a moment before speaking again as she sets her cloth on a nearby rock to dry. It’s a white linen shirt, in a style that Silver had seen a few of his father’s fellow soldier’s wear. “What is a child like you doing wandering these woods alone?” 

“My nanny is missing. She likes to come into these woods to pick flowers, and I think she may have become lost.” Silver inches forward to squat near the woman by the stream. His small hand reaches out to splash in the water as the woman opens her wicker basket. “I was wondering if—”

His words cut off when he sees what the woman pulls out. It’s another linen skirt, like what his nanny would wear, but this one is not just white. A violent, scarlet stain mars the front of it, accompanied by the pungent smell of copper that makes his breath stutter as he falls back on his rear. His wooden sword clacks against the stones he lands on. The washerwoman seems unaffected by his reaction as she submerges the shirt into the stream and begins to scrub it. 

“Wondering if I have seen her?” The washerwoman then prompts as she scrubs away. Silver gawks at the sight. The only time he’d seen blood before is when he’s fallen and scraped up his hands on the cobbles in the palace’s courtyard. Even then, this was just a little blood. The skirt that the washerwoman is cleaning has far more than a little. Mutely, he nods. 

The washerwoman turns the fabric over before looking at him again. Her dark eyes seem far more lifeless and ancient now that he was closer to her side. “What is your nanny’s name?” 

The question makes him blink. He didn’t know his nanny’s name. She had only been ‘nanny’ to him, or ‘servant’ to the other nobles in the court. His hands reach down to nervously wring the bottom of his shirt. “I… I don’t know. But she’s a fae! With gold hair, grey eyes, and a kindest heart. I miss her. I want her to come home.”

His description makes the woman pause as her hands remain in the creek. Her face reveals none of what she’s thinking. “What is your name?” 

“Silver?” His answer comes out as a question as he frowns. He isn’t too sure why who he is has importance here. He’s looking for his nanny—shouldn’t she be the focus of the washerwoman’s questions? 

Still, the woman hums as she resumes her washing. “Your father is a knight, yes? What is it that you think he does?” 

“He helps people, of course. Lots of people like my father. But... I need to find my nanny, and he’s too busy to help me. Have you seen her?” Silver tries to turn the conversation back to his nanny again. He’s beginning to feel worried about how he still hasn’t found her, and soon it will be mid-afternoon. He’s been walking for a while in these woods now. 

“You must think of him as a noble man. What of your mother?”

“She’s a princess. She helps people too.” He can feel his worry growing as the washerwoman keeps cleaning. The creek ran red for a moment before clearing up again. When the washerwoman sets the skirt on the rock and reaches in her basket again, Silver winces and looks away. 

“You must think of her as a noble woman. Do they spend much time with you, or is it just your nanny?” 

“It’s… mostly just my nanny. She’s always with me, which is why I need to find her. Something isn’t right.” He looks back when he hears her hands submerge in the water again. The creek runs red once more as she twists and turns the fabric. “Please, have you seen her?” 

“Does your nanny let you out beyond the palace walls? Let you accompany your family?” The washerwoman’s lips turn to a frown—another brief expression of emotion. “Does she let you know how noble your family truly is?”

Silver feels himself shrinking back as the washerwoman’s voice drops. Slowly, he shakes his head. “No. I don’t see my mother and father often. They’re always busy, and nanny doesn’t like me to find them until they’ve been back for a few days.”  

The washerwoman nods as if this all makes perfect sense to her. She sits back on her ankles again before looking at him. Water drips off her forearms and a strand of dull brown hair has fallen free from beneath her headscarf. The washerwoman wrings out the clothing item she’s holding before tossing it aside with a carelessness that startles Silver. 

“Your nanny will not be returning to you. Your family is not as noble as you think. Go home, and do not let your court placate you any further. I detest having to wash the clothing of a child.” Her voice is dull and monotone as she grabs her wicker basket, now almost empty save for one more article of clothing. She pulls it out and Silver notes that this garb seems more expensive looking than the rest. It’s a silk shirt, and for a moment he thinks it looks like the one his father wore the last time he saw it. This, too, is marred by a brutal red stain across the front. 

“What do you mean she won’t be returning? Please, I need to find her!” His disregards caution as he inches forward, his small hand grabbing for the washerwoman’s arm. When he touches her skin, it’s as though his entire body is plunged into ice water, like it’s him that the woman is holding beneath the stream. She jerks her arm free with a gasp and it’s with this motion that he sees the sharp teeth she’s been hiding. She is not human—she’s fae, precisely like his nanny. 

“You may be young, but I do not believe in blinding the youth. Ask your father what your uncle truly does—ask why your uncle was the last to request your nanny’s presence. Do not go further into these woods. Your golden hair and good heartedness will not provide you the kindness and security that your towering palace walls do.” The washerwoman wrings out the shirt before tossing it into her wicker basket. She grabs the other items from the rock—somehow already dry despite just being set down—and tosses them into the basket as well. “Your nanny was a fae. It would be wise, young prince, to begin asking why so many of the fae that once served you are now absent.” 

Silver stares at the washerwoman in mute shock as she rises, tucking the wicker basket under her arm with a blank expression once more. Now that she was standing he could see other aspects of her indicative of her heritage. Her nails are clawed, her skin unnaturally pallid, and the hem of her skirt is stained like the clothing she cleans. She looks like death incarnate—and despite his child's mind, Silver begins to realize that something is deeply amiss. 

“I don’t…” he begins, wanting to know more, wanting to ask the woman what she knows about his nanny. Tears threaten to spill from his eyes as he scrambles to his feet. The wooden sword attached to his hip now feels even more worthless than before. 

The washerwoman hesitates. Her kind is not apt to console, or express kindness—she washes the clothing of those about to meet their end in a dispassionate manner. But the look of loss on Silver’s face and the harrowing future she sees before him causes her hand to reach out and tenderly brush back a few strands of his golden hair. It’s a brief comfort that she offers before drawing back. “Go home. It will soon be time for you to grow up, and you must not allow yourself to be blinded by those around you.” 

These are the last words she speaks before Silver blinks and she’s gone. The only traces of her are the wet stains on the rocks and the faint, lingering scent of copper. He can feel hot tears running down his cheeks, which he wipes away with a sniffle before grabbing his wooden sword again. 

His nanny is gone, and his family knows where she went. The sting of betrayal lingers in Silver’s chest as he turns heel and begins to run back down the path he came from. Even though he’s still a child, he knows now that something is amiss—and he’s going to find the truth, no matter what may stand in his way.

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Giganterra (Chapter 53)

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Content Warning: Soft safe unwilling vore, mild sexual themes, vulgar language

Word Count: 2.4k

------ Chapter 53: Lost ------

While the rest of the hunting party retreated to the castle, the greyhounds and their master sought to catch Martin and Candy. They lost the trail at the river. They crossed to the other side and searched, but when the hounds were unable to pick up the scent, the trainer guided them back to the river. He surmised, correctly, that Martin swam downstream, so he sent the hounds on a path along the shore to find him. 

The dog handler had to abandon his horse as the trees grew closer and closer together. Eventually, the riverside became impassible for even the dogs, overgrown with dense webs of thorned brambles, trees, and mud, so the trainer was forced to backtrack and return to the opposing shore. He doubted the knight would be foolish enough to exit the water’s flow so close to the castle, so he continued south through the town. No sightings or sign of the knight materialized, so he trekked into the woods beyond. 

There, he struck gold. He discovered the knight’s gauntlets and supplies, washed up in a tangle of vines. However, the dogs still couldn’t pick up the scent. They wandered aimlessly through the trees, chasing squirrels and marking their scents with pride. The hunter figured the dogs must be too tired after the prolonged journey, which had taken several hours, so he rounded up the animals and went back to the castle to report to the king.  

King Richard brooded on his throne, fuming. He’d lost both his favorites, Millie and Candy, not to mention one of his most esteemed loyal knights. He didn’t understand why Martin betrayed him, except out of envy and greed, to take one of his pets for his own. He observed coldly as Hunter repaired Ajax: stitching up his wounds, refilling his veins with facsimile blood, and infusing fresh magic into his animated corpse via stones, potions, and muttered incantations. Joey stood next to the king, filling in as his personal guard while Ajax’s body was repaired. His cut had been tended to. As he suspected, it was shallow enough to heal quickly with the potion, though the scar still ached. Leon stood stiffly at the king’s left shoulder. 

The king perked up when the dog master, his breeches and boots wet and splattered with grime, marched into the throne room. “Did you find her? Did you slaughter the traitor?” Hardon inquired eagerly. 

“Um... no.” The king clenched his fists in anger on the arms of his throne, causing the handler to cower back. “B-b-but I found some of his gear in the river south of the castle! I had to turn back because the dogs were unable to persist, due to fatigue.” 

“Worthless mutts! Execute them all!” Hardon bellowed, slamming down his fist. The trainer blanched, too dumbfounded to form a protest. 

Leon leaned over and whispered in the king’s ear. “Your Majesty, do not allow your temper to cloud your good judgement. It would take time to replace all those well-trained dogs. For now, send Chester.” The king grunted with annoyance but executed the command. “Show Chester where to search. And if you can’t find her and bring her to me, it’ll be your head!” The trainer bowed and rushed out. 

Next, Hardon sent a servant to fetch the royal blacksmith. He arrived within minutes, wiping the soot from his gloves onto his shirt. “Blacksmith! I need you to craft an iron helmet for my guard! One that can’t be removed and completely covers his empty eye socket!” The blacksmith didn’t question the strange order and measured Ajax’s skull to determine the correct size. 

“I’ll have to weld it directly to his head. Or bolt it on,” the blacksmith stated. 

“Very well. Hunter, go with him to the forge and finish your business there.” Hunter glared disdainfully at the dirty blacksmith but accompanied his own freakish creation to the smithy.  

The king grumbled something under his breath and shifted with dissatisfaction in his chair. Out of habit, his fingers traced the cord of his necklace, but he only became more incensed when he felt the cold metal of the empty clasp, bereft of warm living flesh. 

“Leon! Bring me a big slice of vanilla bean cheesecake! Topped with caramel!” he demanded. “And put every damn human in the kitchen on it!” 

“Sire, your royal food taster is currently absent-” 

“I don’t care! You taste it for me!” Hardon snapped. “It’s not as if he’s not expendable!” Leon bowed and scurried out of the room like a rodent. 

He burst into the kitchen and announced the king’s request. The chefs dropped everything to fulfill the order. Chef Cruor gathered all the humans except for Addison and sprinkled them on top of a gigantic slab of cheesecake. As usual, he had to shove Eren into the slice up to her chin when she refused to settle down. She yelled at him until he buried her under a mountain of whipped cream and drizzled caramel in a fancy swirl over the confection. He handed the plate to Leon. 

“What about that one?” Leon asked, pointing at Addison. “He did say all the humans.” 

Cruor snarled like a feral beast and blocked Addison’s tank with his mass, which Leon couldn’t help but notice seemed to be expanding in width, though he was too polite to point it out. “Touch her and you’re dead meat!” 

“But the king said-” 

“I don’t give a damn what he said! You even think about touching her and I’ll rip your fingers off with my jaws!” Cruor bared his teeth wide enough to reveal a double chin. A wild flash shot through his violet eyes. 

Leon realized he was deathly serious and backed off. “Okay, okay, this should be enough,” he assured the chef, backing out the door. He strode down the hall with a shudder. He glanced down with misery at the multitude of humans trapped in sticky caramel on the giant cheesecake. They gazed back up at him with misery, fear, and condemnation. The tragic sight drowned him in an endless sea of loathing, both for the king and himself. He wanted to grab up all the humans and set them free. He wanted to douse the cake in poison and watch with glee as the savage king died an excruciating death, choking on his own vomit and blood. He wanted to run away from it all—but he knew he couldn’t. He wouldn’t be able to get away with any of it. He was trapped.  

He presented the king with his dessert. Hardon took the plate, licking his chops with ravenous hatred. “Which one of you would like to be my new favorite?” he questioned aggressively. The humans shivered with terror, too petrified to answer. Living in the kitchen was ghastly enough, but they all knew what the perverted giant did to helpless tiny women behind closed doors.  

He plucked each victim out of the cheesecake, one by one, and played with them in his hands. He rolled them around in his fingers, prodded them with his fork to test how they would respond, and licked them clean, before popping them in his mouth. He savored them thoughtfully, sucking and slurping, pressing them into his teeth and the inner walls of his cheeks, before swallowing them down. 

As much as he enjoyed their varied flavors, their fear, and their ceaseless squirming, his wrath increased with every swallow. They were fine and delicious, but none of them were Candy or Millie. None of them were of a high enough standard to qualify as his favorite. After eating five or six of them, he reached the last little morsel, Eren, still buried in cheesecake. He picked her out, amused by her futile thrashing and cursing as she punched his fingers. 

“Saucy little minx, aren’t you?” he remarked with amusement.  

She glowered at him. “Go to hell, you revolting beast!” Despite her attempts to sound fierce, her voice was small and squeaky in the vast hall. 

The giant chuckled. “I like girls with some fight in them. How would you like to be my new favorite?” 

Eren turned white as paper. Her rebellious spirit was dampened in a flash as she realized the error of her ways. She hadn’t anticipated that type of response from the dangerous king. She curled up her arms and trembled. “N-no thanks.” 

Joey, standing on one side of the king, felt dreadfully ill as he watched the display. He was powerless to do anything, surrounded by people and guards in the throne room. He could only stare in horror as the tiny people disappeared down the king’s gullet. He recognized Eren, the brave woman, and crumbled internally when he saw her reduced to such a state. He wondered to himself, if given the opportunity, if he’d be courageous enough to throw it all away like Martin did. He wished he could save her from such a gruesome fate. He regretted going against his better judgement and not taking more decisive action when he had the chance. 

Eren glanced over at Joey. The hard edge of defiance in her eyes softened. They shared a snapshot of connection before Eren was forcibly engulfed in the king’s hungry maw and swallowed. Joey turned his head to the side, sickened. 

“Is this all? This is the best we have?” the king complained as he stewed in his rage. “I might have to place another order with Minimaterra for some fresh meat.” 

“Oh, it’s a bit soon for that, isn’t it?” Leon hastily interjected. “If you ask for tribute too often, the quality will decline.” 

The king, as he listened to Leon, stared down at his half-eaten dessert. The fury festering inside him grew exponentially by the second, until the inferno within became intolerable. He erupted like a volcano, bellowing with intense vitriol, “Why am I surrounded by IDIOTS?! GODDAMMIT!” He stood up and hurled the plate across the throne room, shattering it with a dramatic crash. The room went deathly silent as everyone stiffened. “FIND HER!” he commanded, before storming off. 

In the coming days, Martin and Candy failed to materialize, since both Chester and the dogs were unable to pick up the scent trail south of the castle. The king was enraged and spent most of his time terrorizing his servants and sexually harassing the maids. Fortunately, Joey was relieved from guard duty once Ajax was fully restored. Besides his fresh stitches, Ajax was also equipped with a heavy iron mask that covered most of his face and clamped around his head. The device was a modified torture implement from the dungeons, with the lock welded shut and the chain hanging off the base of the skull shorn. An extra sheet of metal was added to replace his eyepatch, so that nobody could tear the magic runic stone animating his body out of his head. He had no more weaknesses. 

Joey felt lost without his mentor. He was torn between his loyalty to Martin, his duty as a servant to the royal family, and the code of chivalry that demanded he help a maiden in need, all critical foundations of knighthood. He couldn’t navigate the complex web of his responsibilities and what was morally right. He couldn’t read in a book what he was supposed to do in his specific situation. He wasn’t sure what he could do. He didn’t have Sir Maneater anymore to guide him and bestow great advice and wisdom. He wandered aimlessly in a maze of confusion. 

His anxiety spiked when the king commanded him to take over Sir Maneater’s role as instructor and resume the prince’s fencing lessons. Since the incident with the lemonade, Joey had avoided Ronny like the plague, limiting his interactions to sparring with his face covered so he didn’t have to talk or make eye contact. He hadn’t spoken to the prince more than the absolute bare minimum. Ronny hadn’t retaliated against him, but Joey still feared angering the volatile prince. 

He waited anxiously in the courtyard next to the stables for Prince Ronny, twirling his sword, digging his heels into the dirt, and polishing his glasses on his white outfit. Joey flinched, startled, when the royal made his appearance and advanced towards him with purpose. As usual, Ronny’s dark irises were hard and cold, his features haughty and aloof, and his figure sharp enough to be cut from stone. 

“Your Highness!” Joey scrambled into a low bow. 

“Let’s get this over with,” Ronny grumbled. 

“Y-yes, of course, Your Highness,” Joey stammered. “Let’s start with our usual warm-ups and stretches.” Joey was jittery and ungraceful as he went through the motions with Ronny in deafening silence. He couldn’t bear to look the prince in the face, staring stupidly at his shoes or hands instead. When it came to actual instruction, he could barely manage to squeak out a few words without stuttering like a fool. He tried to demonstrate a pattern of footwork and ended up tripping over his feet instead. 

Ronny huffed. “Are you going to be weird and awkward for this entire lesson?” 

“S-s-s-sorry, Your Highness!” Joey bit his tongue and grimaced. 

“Just—stop that! It’s so irritating! Is this about that whole lemonade thing?” the prince questioned gruffly. Joey chewed on his lip, sweating over the mere mention of his transgression. “Because I don’t give a fuck, you know.” 

“R-really? You’re not… mad at me?” Joey asked, incredulous. “I figured you’d want me flogged and quartered for what I did.” 

“Perhaps at one time, yes. But Tanya tells me I need to learn clemency. And... to control my childish tantrums,” Ronny admitted sheepishly. 

“Who’s Tanya?” 

“Never mind,” the prince grunted. “It’s not important. Let’s just keep moving.” Joey resumed the lesson, stronger this time, as he gradually regained his confidence. By the end, he was almost back to his old self. Ronny was in a hurry to leave, since he wanted to wash up and get back to Tanya, so he didn’t stick around for chit chat. Joey sighed in relief as he watched the prince go. He wasn’t about to get destroyed like he thought. Maybe the prince had a glimmer of magnanimity somewhere in his cold heart after all. 

Chapter 54

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Ok so how about a post-totk where it’s time for Link to rest the Master Sword and Zelda goes with him to say goodbye? I’ve been dying for something like this if you want to give it a shot!

Tysm for the prompt anon! I really enjoyed writing this! Zelda's perception of the sword and how it might have changed post-totk is very interesting to explore

This fic contains major spoilers to Tears of the Kingdom

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The fog hangs heavy over the woods as usual. 

Zelda has the urge to attempt brushing it aside, as though it is a curtain that she can push from her line of sight. She has never much liked plunging forward with little knowledge of where her feet will land. The concept is so unlike science with its firm rigidity and ruled boundaries. Here is the unknown, the unbridled and fierce. Here, dark things lie. 

But she has her chosen knight with her, she thinks with a smile, looking over to where he strolls along beside her. His eyes are ever moving, searching for stalcreatures or wolves that could attack from the clouded space.

When he catches sight of her gaze upon him, however, he returns her smile. His fingers find hers, entwining between them. He squeezes her hand. 

“I’m glad you’re with me, Link,” she says, quietly. It feels like if she speaks too loudly, she will shatter something precious. 

Shattered…like the sword was. The Master Sword. 

Her gaze drifts to it where it sits upon his back. A sheath of royal purple, gilded with gold and a hilt to match. It is spotless as it always is. Link always does keep his nicer weapons clean.

…especially this one.

She had thought, at the start of their relationship so very long ago, that he had done so out of pride. But now she knows better. Now she understands what it is to care for a sword who places a burden so great upon such young shoulders. And yet, carries that burden itself as well.

It is a complex thing she knows, not a simple enemy as she had once viewed it. Link, she believes, sees it in a similar way.

He has never spoken of being bitter about being the goddess’ chosen one, though she had seen the toll it had taken on him. But the way he looks at the sword, the way he wields it, it is as though he abhors it, yet cannot bear to, loves it, yet is reluctant to take it in hand.

It is a friend and a foe. A companion and a protector. A cruel taskmaster and a logical trainer. 

Its spirit is a curious thing. Zelda has found, after eons of traveling the skies with only her as her companion, that she loves her.

Not in the way one would love a parent or a friend. Certainly not in the way one would love a mate. No, in the way one would love a god or goddess. Someone so beyond you, yet very much like you all the same.

It is a dear, special thing. A treasure. But…as with so many special things it has now come to an end.

For that is why they have ventured into the Lost Woods today – to return the sword to her rightful place. 

“She deserves to rest, after everything,” Zelda says thoughtfully. Link glances back at her. If he is surprised by her breaking of the silence, he doesn’t look so. “But…we have known one another for so long that it seems…it seems almost a regretful thing to leave her alone.”

He nods, understanding in his eyes. 

“It’s a relief as well, however,” she continues. “Perhaps, now that she can rest we can also. Perhaps…perhaps now we can…”

Link slows to a stop and turns to face her. Amidst the fog he almost looks like someone else. Another boy in another time, facing another princess beneath the drooping shade of the trees. 

“Now we can make the future we’ve always wanted,” he says, in that quiet voice of his. Such a precious thing it is for her ears to hear it. “We can go back to rebuilding Hyrule. We can go back to the life we were creating before all of this happened. You can teach in the school again and do your research. And I – ”

“ – can interrupt both.”

Link chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “I want to build you a study. An actual study, not one at the bottom of a well.”

“My well one isn’t so bad.”

He grins. “It could be a lot better. I had a lot of time to think up ideas and I think I’ve got a good one.” 

Zelda shakes her head. “Only you would think up architecture while saving Hyrule.” She turns away, reluctantly, to face forward once more. “It can’t be much farther, can it?”

“Not at all.” He begins to walk again, leading her gently along through the mist. “We’re nearly there.”

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The pedestal is just where they left it. The platform it rests in seems to glow in the ethereal light, beckoning them forth. Silent princesses pepper the ground around it, tilting gracefully so that their petals catch the sun. 

Zelda and Link stand side by side, gazing at the Master Sword’s resting place.

The Deku Tree’s voice echoes around them, wisened and old.

“You have done well to come here, my children. The sword, she yearns for slumber. It is time to allow her that privilege.” The bark of his face creases as he smiles. “And yourselves, as well.

“Now, Link, noble swordsman, lift the sword high and strike true. Return her to her pedestal.”

Slowly, Link reaches back and unsheathes the sword. He holds it up to the light, tilting it so that the cool metal glints. Bathed in sunlight, with weapon in hand, he looks every bit Hyrule’s hero. It is almost as if he and the sword are one.

She gazes at him, almost enraptured by the scene. But he doesn’t seem to notice her. His eyes are firmly on the sword.

For the briefest of moments, Zelda swears that she can see the corners of his mouth lift and his hold on the weapon tighten slightly, as though he is squeezing someone’s hand. Then, it is over. 

He lowers the weapon and steps forward. But he doesn’t plunge it into the pedestal immediately. Instead, he turns to Zelda.

“Come on, Zel,” he murmurs. “We’ll put her to rest together. It’s only right.”

Zelda looks from him to the sword and back again. Then, with a deep, decisive breath, she too steps forward.

The weapon hums when she positions her fingers next to Link’s. Zelda smiles. She knows that language well.

“Farewell, Fi,” she whispers. “Thank you…for everything.”

The two of them raise their hands and together the princess and her knight plunge the Master Sword back into its pedestal. 

Its glow dims and steadies as though time itself has slowed. The hum fades away. Fi closes her eyes once more. 

“Farewell,” she murmurs in the space before slumber takes her. “Farewell, brave ones.”

And her wielders turn away smiling.

[kakusu-shipping]

Agere List

To me Carer/Regressor dynamics are different than your typical Romantic/Platonic/Familial type of realationships, so I've decided to make a separate list for F/Os who are my Caregivers, or who I Caregive for.

This is very different from a headcanon list of characters who I think are Caregivers/Regressors, this is characters I personally have this relationship with. I am also only a Caregiver in a Fictional space, and cannot CG a real regressor in the real world.

Thankyou for your attention, list below the cut.

Caregivers

Alder - Pokemon BW - Grandpa

Darmanitan - Pokemon BW - Babysitter

Whimsicott - Pokemon BW - Babysitter

Maractus - Pokemon BW - Big Sister

Molayne - Pokemon SuMo - Big Brother

Hassel - Pokemon SV - Daddy

Salvatore - Pokemon SV - Trainer

Stoutland - Pokemon BW2 - Companion

Chesnaught - Pokemon XY - Knight

Bloodmoon Ursaluna - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Mommy/Yandere

Beware - Pokemon Anime - Mommy

Doctor Mario - Super Mario Series - Doctor/Yandere

Craig Cuttlefish + Octavio - Splatoon - Grandpas

Callie + Marie - Splatoon - Big Sisters

Agent 7 (Eight) - Splatoon OC - Babysitter

C.Q. Cumber - Splatoon 2 - Boss/Yandere

Mr. Grizz - Splatoon 3 - Boss/Papa

Papyrus - Undertale - Babysitter

Chara - Undertale - Chaotic/Babysitter

Swatchlings - Deltarune - Butlers

Gaster - Deltarune - Father/Eldritch

Enderman - Minecraft - Companion

Winston - Overwatch - Teacher

Moira O'Deorain - Overwatch - Doctor/Babysitter

Siebren de Kuiper (Sigma) - Overwatch - Grandpa

Sombra - Overwatch - Big Sister

Maugaloa Malosi - Overwatch - Chaotic/Big Brother

Teruteru Hanamura - Danganronpa 2 - Babysitter

Genocide Syo/Jack/Jill - Danganronpa UDG - Chaotic/Yandere

Shirokuma - Danganronpa UDG - Daddy/Yandere

Toy Freddy - Five Nights at Freddy's - Big Brother

Nightmare Fredbear - Five nights at Freddy's - Guardian

Huggy Wuggy - Poppy Playtime - Babysitter

Mommy Long Legs - Poppy Playtime - Mommy

Wally Darling - Welcome Home - Yandere/Neighbor

The Doctor - Little Nightmares - Doctor

Morgo - Little Misfortune - Eldritch/Yandere

Anna (The Huntress) - Dead by Daylight - Mommy/Yandere

The Dealer - Buckshot Roulette - Babysitter (One Time)

Chzo - Chzo Mythos - Eldritch/Father

Kyle + Brett - Drive Time Radio - Chaotic/Eldritch

The Narrator - Stanley Parable - Eldritch/Guardian

Micheal Bleak - Wayward Children - Guardian (former)

Jill Wolcott - Wayward Children - Guardian

Aziraphale - Good Omens - Guardian/Knight

Crowley - Good Omens - Chaotic/Guardian

Edgar + Alan + Poe - Ruby Gloom - Babysitters

Scardy Bat - Ruby Gloom - Big Brother

Beetlejuice - Beetlejuice the Animated Series - Chaotic/Papa

Mashirao Ojiro - My Hero Academia - Babysitter

Mei Hatsume - My Hero Academia - Chaotic/Big Sister

Pantherlily - Fairy Tail - Knight/Papa

Shiro Ashiya (Aciel) - The Devil is a Part-Timer - Stern/Papa

Watanuki + Domeki - xxxHolic - Daddies

Chieko - Princess Jellyfish - Mother

Mayaya - Princess Jellyfish - Chaotic/Big Sister

Pompompurin - Sanrio - Companion

Muta - The Cat Returns - Companion

Baron Humbert Gon Gikkingen - The Cat Returns - Royal/Babysitter

The Beldam - Coraline - Yandere/Mother

Anger - Inside Out - Protective/Dada

Sadness - Inside Out - Mama

The Storyteller - OC - Eldritch/Guardian

Regressors

Cyrus - Pokemon Platinum - Permaregressed

Arven - Pokemon SV - Kid

Giacomo - Pokemon SV - Involuntary/Toddler

Saguaro - Pokemon SV - Dreamer/Baby

Hydreigon - Pokemon BW2 - Trauma/New Born/Baby

Smeargle - Monster Mind - Dreamer/Puppy

Princess Peach - Super Mario Series - Baby/Princess

Genji Shimada - Overwatch - Dreamer/Kid

Mako Rutledge (Roadhog) - Overwatch - Trauma/Baby

Toko Fukawa - Danganronpa 1 - Involuntary/Baby

Celestia Ludenburg - Danganronpa 1 - Dreamer/Gothic/Kid

Kyle Klim (K) - Virtue's Last Reward - Kid

Kazuaki Nanaki - Hatoful Boyfriend - Dreamer/Baby

Hitori Uzune - Hatoful Boyfriend - Trauma/Involuntary/Toddler

The Little King - Hatoful Boyfriend - Baby/Toddler/Prince

P03 - Inscryption - Involuntary/Bratty/Baby

Lapis Lazuli - Steven Universe - Trauma/Ageless

Nezu - My Hero Academia - Trauma/Involuntary

Tomura Shigiraki - My Hero Academia - Newborn/Baby

Dabi - My Hero Academia - Involuntary/Bratty/Kid

Himiko Toga - My Hero Academia - Dreamer/Toddler

Jin Bubaigawa (Twice) - My Hero Academia - Trauma/Toddler/Kid

Erza Scarlet - Fairy Tail - Involuntary/Big Sister

Juvia Lockser - Fairy Tail - Permaregressed/Toddler/Kid

Gajeel Redfox - Fairy Tail - Involuntary/Big Brother

Toma E. Fiore - Fairy Tail - Involuntary/Prince

Tamaki Souh - Ouran Highschool Host Club - Involuntary/Prince

Takashi Morinozuka - Ouran Highschool Host Club - Baby

Makoto Katai - Komi Can't Communicate - Baby

Embarrassment - Inside Out - Baby/Toddler

Micheal Myers - Halloween - Permaregressed/Evil/Kid

Jason Voorhees - Friday the 13th - Trauma/Baby

Brahms Heelshire - The Boy - Permaregressed/Toddler/Kid

Beetlejuice - Beetlejuice the Musical - Spooky/Horror/Baby

Playmates

N - Pokemon BW - Permaregressed/Baby/Toddler

Jacq - Pokemon SV - Dreamer/Big Brother

Miriam - Pokemon SV - Dreamer/Nurse

Kieran - Pokemon SV - Evil/Pokemon

Gooigi - Super Mario Series - Big Sister

Kirby - Kirby series - Toddler/Big Brother

Flowey - Undertale - Trauma/Big Brother

Vulkin - Undertale - Pet

Ralsei - Deltarune - Prince/Big Brother

Viktor Humphries - Slime Rancher - Kid

Pheonix Wright - Ace Attorney - Involuntary/Teen

Monokuma - Danganronpa - Dreamer/Object

Kazuichi Soda - Danganronpa 2 - Involuntary/Toddler

Moon - FNaF Help Wanted 2 - Baby/Toddler (former)

Kissy Missy - Poppy Playtime - Trauma/Kid

Boxy Boo - Poppy Playtime - Permaregressed/Object

CatNap - Poppy Playtime - Trauma/Cat

Grendan Highforge - Drawtectives - Dreamer/Old Dog

Rosé - Drawtectives - Pre-Teen

York - Drawtectives - Dreamer/Little Brother

Muriel - Good Omens - New Born/Ageless

Frank + Len - Ruby Gloom - Teen/Toddler

Katsuki Bakugo - My Hero Academia - Toddler/Little Brother

Banba - Princess Jellyfish - Hyperfixation/Kid

Joy - Inside Out - Bratty/Big Sister/Kid

Fear - Inside Out - Protective/Big Brother

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Name ◦ Marian Varlineau

✦Nicknames✦

Mari ◦ Only people she's close with can call her this. *trust don't try it.

MarMar ◦ The orphan children of Ishgard call her this; she considers them all her own.

Roaring Wind ◦ Given to her by her father, Strong Wave *she was a force to be reckoned with as a child.

Age ◦ 35

Nameday ◦ 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon

Race ◦ Hyur

Gender ◦ Female she/they

Orientation ◦ Pan

Profession ◦ Ishgardian Knight/The Blood Dragoon, Blacksmith/Goldsmith in training

✦Physical Aspects✦

Hair ∘ Raven black at birth but is now drained to grey and blue from plunging into the void far too often.

Eyes ∘ Blue at birth also drained to gray; her eyesight wasn't affected.

Skin ∘ Fair-skinned at birth, drained to more of that of a corpse.

Tattoos/Scars ∘ No tattoos, but her body holds many scars, cuts from blades to deep bites marks from fiends.

✦Family✦

Strong Wave Father, former Limsa guardsmen 

Currently ∘ Alive and enjoying retirement as a fisherman.

Ovort Drudaut Father, former Ishgardian chocobo trainer

Currently ∘ Alive and is also enjoying retirement with his beloved.

Siblings ∘ None to speak of.

Grandparents ∘ Her parents spoke of them but never had the urge to ever go see them.

✦In-laws and Others✦

Alberic Bale Estinien's adoptive father and mentor. When Marian is on patrol, she always takes the time to visit him. She keeps him informed about Estinien, so he'll never have to worry.

Gethwine Cherrier She was an elderly neighbor to her parents when they had a home in Ul'dah together. When Marian was a baby, she was left on her doorstep. Her parents stepped in, noticing Mrs.Cherrier struggling to care for Marian on her own, and they've loved her as their own ever since.

Pets ∘ None at the moment, but she has an affinity for birds.

✦Skills✦

Ground lancer ∘ Strong thrusts and stabs

Aerial lancer/Dragoon ∘ High jumps and piercing

Hunter ∘ Be it man or fiend, she will find it.

Hobbies ∘ Learning Ishgardian customs and cuisines, keeping gear and weapons maintained, growing flowers, and making toys for children.

✦Traits✦

Most Positive Trait ∘ Determination No matter how hopeless something may seem, she will go on, even if it means her end.

Most Negative Trait ∘ Self-righteousness She will sometimes put herself upon a pedestal, only to be humbled later. *she never learns.

✦Likes✦

Colors ∘ Dusty blue, blood red, black, royal blue

Smells ∘ Mountain air, seaside, patchouli, smoke, old steel, dried blood

Textures ∘ Flower petals, cold steel, rough leather, silk sheets

Drinks ∘ Hot chocolate and any strong ales or wines

✦Other Details✦

Smokes ∘ When stressed or traveling, she will use the kiseru.

Drinks ∘ Heavily *she doesn't want to talk about it.

Drugs ∘ She messed around with a few things in her youth, but nothing crazy.

Mount Issuance ∘ Lir is her faithful chocobo, and since her father was a skilled chocobo trainer, he became her mentor, sharing with her all the secrets for the perfect bond.

Been Arrested ∘ Yes, penalty of tavern fights. *she never starts it; she only finishes it.

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[tare-anime]

Royal Guard AU (wip)

There's a Royal AU for TwiYor week @twiyorbase, and I've had this wip for quite some time now, and I don't know when I'll finish it.

So, please accept this humble 'will be chapter 1 of someday will be finished fic'

Inspired by the amazing @mochidoodle Royal Guard AU art. (not at all part of their AU).

Summary:

Prince Loid Forger of Westalis loves to go undercover and blend with his people to gain information. To ensure his safety during his late-night shenanigans, Westalis' General of Royal Knights assigns him a personal bodyguard. Unbeknownst to them, this personal bodyguard also has her own personal mission.

(AO3)

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"Your Highness. This is Ms. Yor Roseate. She is to be assigned as your personal bodyguard starting today." 

Prince Loid Forger raises his brows as he looks up from the thick tomes in front of him. "And why do you think I need a personal bodyguard, Ms. Sherwood?" 

The red-haired General of the Royal Knights' brow furrows. "I think you know full well of the reason." 

Loid looks directly at her eyes. "I'm afraid I do not. Please enlighten me?" 

Instead of backing down, the older woman hardens her looks. "Do you really want me to spell it to you?" 

He sighs in defeat. 

He should've known better than to challenge their Royal Knights General, who is also his personal trainer and has been with him since they were young. 

Of course, the woman would know his nighttime shenanigans. And even though he had tried his best to cover his most recent injury (he was so sure he had done it secretly), those things do not escape Sylvia's observation. 

"You won't tell Father, will you?" 

The red-haired woman smirks. "Are you questioning my diplomatic ability?"

He chuckles, "No. Of course not." And then he mutters, "I still value my life after all." 

"What was that?"

"Nothing!!" He stands up and comes closer. "So, any special reason for assigning Ms. Roseate as my personal bodyguard? Why don't you yourself be one?" 

He saw the general gesture at the stiff woman beside her. "She might be the newest recruit, but she happens to be the strongest and most talented."

"Newest recruit?" 

"Mhmm. But I highly suggest you not underestimate her, lest you want to taste her wrath." 

Loid doesn't like the smug face of his martial arts mentor. 

There must be a hidden agenda that Sylvia is scheming. 

He plans to uncover that along the way. 

The man then focuses on the dark-haired woman that stand in perfect stance ever since she is introduced. 

Dark long hair, red eyes, and a lean figure. 

What interests him most is her unique lean rapier-like swords that rest at her hip. 

Double swords? Interesting….

"Well then. It's a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Roseate."

"The honor is mine, Your Highness." He sees her bow. 

Mmm… very polite. Let's see how long until she asks to be replaced.

"And I trust you'll be on your best behavior, Your Highness? Please do not underestimate the 'recent' rumors."

Darn it! Loid is sure that he has suppressed the smirk.

"Of course, Ms. Sherwood. You can count on me for that."

The look that Sylvia gives him tells that she doesn't believe every single word that he says. 

Loid just smiles politely. 

She knows me too well. 

.

It is the first day that Yor is officially on duty as crowned Prince Loid Forger Henderson's personal bodyguard. 

And she feels nervous. 

No, she doesn't think that her skills are under-standard. 

She has passed General Sherwood's tests with flying colors. 

It's the responsibility that unnerves her. 

If something bad happens to His Highness, then aside from that her head will be on the line, it will soil her reputation. 

And her mission.

She simply cannot allow that to happen.

So, she makes sure to stay close to His Highness and observe her surroundings thoroughly.

The day's tasks are part of Prince Loid's daily routines as crowned prince. He goes around villages, listening to the farmers' problems and giving advice to solve them and also taking notes for things the palace has to intervene to make sure they have a good harvest in upcoming months. 

In other places, he monitors the progress of their new harbor, designed to make sure their fish products can be packed and distributed to wider areas, one of the most promising export commodities of Westalis. 

On the way, he always returns the greetings of his subjects. 

Yor often hear about the humbleness of the Prince of Westalis. But to witness said act by her very own eyes is certainly a different experience. 

Seeing how the people of Westalia clearly love the Prince, and how he reciprocates each one of greetings is a bit overwhelming for her. 

There's a certain pang of alien emotion bubbling in her chest. 

When was the last time I felt envious of other people?

She squashes the feeling by refocusing on her task. 

The amount of people gathering so close to him can mean danger.

What if someone with bad intentions was among these people and was waiting for a chance to harm the Prince? 

So she better do her job properly and observe every small movement of the people, the environment, and every possible place for any surprise attack. 

Thankfully, no incident occurred that day until they returned to the palace.

.

Arriving back at the palace, Loid then sits in his room and starts to read, and sign paperwork. 

All the time, his newly assigned personal bodyguard sticks to his side, like what a usual bodyguard does. 

However, Loid's keen observation noticed how Ms. Roseate many times look tense and glaring at his surroundings. 

And she is still doing it now. He muses. 

"Are you always this stiff, Ms. Roseate?" 

He raises his brow when he sees her start. 

She immediately bows "Apologies, Your Highness." 

Loid chuckles and waves his hand. "Relax, will you? This is the last of my tasks for the day by the way. You are dismissed."

Yor blinks and answers, "I am sorry Your Highness. Ms. Sherwood assigned me to be at your side 24/7."

Loid's eyebrows arch, "24/7? Must you stay by my side even when I'm doing my business at the loo?"

Face immediately flushes, he hears Yor stammers, "O-Of course I'll be waiting outside, Sir…. I mean, Your Highness."

Loid guffaws. "That would be unnecessary. Sylvia can be too paranoid sometimes. But rest assured. Nothing bad will happen inside the palace. You may rest." 

He gives her his best reassuring smile which always manages to convince everyone. 

It looks like she is included.

He sees her fidgeting for a moment before finally Yor bows and retreats from his room. 

Loid smirks triumphantly. 

It is time to leave this confined palace and continue his nighttime routine. 

.

After applying the fake mustache and goatee, clad in his cloak, Loid, or now known as Twilight, sneaks out of the palace through a secret passage. 

The first place he always visits is The Frizz Tavern. 

The place may be reeking of tobacco smells and alcohol, but people always gather there and so are information and rumors. 

Today is no different. 

He comes in and takes his seat at the corner of the bar. Right beside a curly-haired man, who once again is seen trying to woo the waiter and failing. 

Slapping his shoulder, Twilight greets him. "Yo, Frankie. Still trying?" 

The shorter man grumbles, "Shut it! If only you would share one or two of your persona with me, you stingy bastard!" 

"It's not right to pursue women through deception, Frankie."

"You're one to talk!" Frankie grumbles, "Who is she?" 

Twilight raises one eyebrow, "Who's what?"

Frankie places his chin in his palm and points past Twilight, "Her of course, who else?" 

Puzzled, Twilight twirls on his chair and almost jumps from it in surprise. 

"Good evening." The calm and soft voice of Yor Roseate greets him.

Thankfully she is wearing a massive cloak that covers her from head to toe, hiding her royal guard uniform, and a mask that hides half of her face. 

But that doesn't answer his question, so he whispers, "What are you doing, here?!" 

"I'm following my order from Ms. She-...." 

Twilight immediately clamps her mouth and whispers, "No no no! Not here!"

Frankie peeks from his shoulder and says, " So you do know her. Is she another of your-..."

Twilight doesn't let him finish as he abruptly grabs Yor's wrist and briskly walks out from the tavern's back door. 

After making sure that they are alone, Twilight starts his questions, "How do you know where to find me?" 

"I'm following Your Highness."

Following him? From the palace? But he didn't feel anyone's presence.

He presses on, "Nobody should know I left the palace."

"I've been following you since you left the room."

Twilight blinks, "But I went through…." He abruptly stops himself lest he blurts his secret. 

"That passage is indeed very cleverly built, as expected from Your Highness. But as Ms. Sherwood said it is-...."

He lifts his hand to stop her, "Wait wait….. Sylvia knows about that??!!" 

The woman in front of him shrugs, "It's not that hard to find." 

Twilight faces faults. 

And suddenly Sylvia's warning rings in his mind: do not underestimate her.

.

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.

Several weeks prior

  “You are to go on a solo mission in a faraway place. I wish you to keep up your impeccable performance and not put shame on our country.” 

Yor bows her head deeply. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Go. And make our country proud.” 

Once again Yor bows her head and turns to leave the majestic throne room.

“Oh, and Yor…”

She stops and turns to face the King of Ostania. 

She notices how His Majesty’s face softens a fraction as he whispers, “Please be careful.”

Yor smiles. “I will… Father.”

She then continues to pack her belongings and immediately departs to the kingdom of the West. 

[aeligsido]

[WM — September 2024] Prompt 3 — Sword.

Rating: G.

TW: none.

Characters: Remus Lupin, Mary Macdonald, Sirius Black, James Potter; mention of Fabian Prewett and Alastor Moody.

Additional Tags: fantasy au; prince Sirius; prince James; scholar Remus; pre-relationship; not included but Regulus is hiding from the training lmao.

Summary: Remus watches the morning training.

Words Count: 374.

A/N: Heya! This one is, once again, from a larger AU idea lodged somewhere in my brain. I’m starting to plot how to actually write it, so we’ll see! Hope you like it 💕

@wolfstarmicrofic

Read on ao3.

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Morning training is always a nice time of the day; Remus doesn’t have anything to do but watch as the knights and princes go through their repeated movements and sparring.

James and Sirius are, as usual, fighting together, their swords clashing against Fabian's — their sparring partner today. Technically, it’s supposed to be a three-way, every-man-for-himself duel, but those two can’t stop themselves from teaming up at any occasion. It’s endearing; Moody, the Royal Head of the Guard and their trainer, will definitely be displeased when he’ll notice, though.

Remus is sitting on his designated bench, just outside the field, his notebook and pen open as he takes on the scene. As a scholar — like his father before him — and, most importantly, a personal friend of the princes, he likes recording their daily lives, and James and Sirius are more than happy to let him do so.

“Here again?” asks a familiar voice behind him; Remus turns and takes on the sight of Mary, wearing light, comfortable trousers and shirt, her own sword on her hips and her hair carefully up in a perfect bun.

He shrugs, a small smile on his lips. “You know it.” Then, with a large gesture to his papers and casual humor, “I need to record history, after all.”

“Uh-huh,” she nods. Mary glances down at his notebook, a grin on her face as she catches a few words on the page. “And history needs to know everything about Sirius’ bulging muscles, I see.”

Remus flushes. By instinct, he covers up with his hands the two pages long description of, well, Sirius’ current state — but really, is it his fault if Sirius likes to spend his training half-naked?

Mary laughs, and leaves without saying more. She joins her foster brothers and, still grinning, challenges them to a duel against her. Fabian gracefully chooses this moment to make an exit.

James groans — Mary is more proficient with a sword than him, and they both know it. Sirius takes a step back, obviously amused, and catches Remus' gaze. He waves at him, the gesture bringing attention to his perfectly proportioned and not at all attractive arm.

Remus waves back, checks still warm, and tries to ignore the irrational beating of his heart.

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(Remus' history book is half him thirsting over Sirius and half actual important events lmao)

(Also Sirius may be spending his training half-naked for a reason… who knows.)

[the-blue-tempest]

You'd think a man who trained all his life to be the perfect soldier and a royal knight from a self-sufficient clan that won't depend on the influence of the gods and values pride and strength above all else, would become a legendary champion or even a paladin.

So imagine the shock Abraxus had when he was chosen as a cleric of Bahamut.

One of my favorite things to do when playing tabletop roleplaying games (especially DnD) is creating characters that don't appear related to their class (or job or occupation or whatever) and connecting them through their story. In the case of Abraxus, he had no idea how to be a priest and disliked the idea at first, treating his god as another chieftain to take orders from. But during the adventure his whole arc culminated in finding his own strength and confidence (he even confronted Bahamut at some point). All he needed to do was believe in himself, and his hunches were his strongest asset.

Which leads to my favorite piece of lore~

After the adventure ended Bahamut asked him to build a temple in his town. Abraxus being extremely stubborn and refusing to do common priest duties, built a fitness gym instead. Now he works as a personal trainer and counselor trying to spread his god's teachings via a positive gym environment using a language his people would actually understand.

The gym is literally called "The Temple" and this is extremely funny to me because this encapsulates his whole character so well. I imagine Bahamut was annoyed at first but couldn't argue back because it's working better than he had hoped.