#The owner said “shhh” I don't know if the dog can be in here

[trivialbob]

Last night Sheila and I went to a Minneapolis brewery to play Crokinole with other people. It wasn't a tournament. We just rotated around different tables to compete with various players in the loosely organized event.

When we first arrived a guy was already there getting set up. He had a really nice board. He examined our folding board and seemed to have doubts. People often ask if the center-line seam affects play. It does not.

He noted our bumper pegs were wood and lacked the rubber or silicon cover that the pegs on his board had. "Not as bouncy," he explained. I quietly wondered if we had purchased a deficient board. As more people arrived I saw at least half the boards had the wood pegs like ours. Whew!

That guy was super nice though. Before the games began he took time to practice with me and offered helpful advice that I welcomed.

He asked how often I waxed our board's surface. "Never, I mean not yet," I replied. He got out micro fiber towels and car wax spray and went to work on our board. I liked the results. The appearance didn't change, but the wood discs slid much better. I think I had better control over them after that. He also explained how to use shuffleboard wax/sawdust. One variety I saw was from France. I'm not sure it's legal in all 50 US states. Sheila said another one looked like popcorn salt. Thank goodness the brewery didn't offer popcorn, because she might have gotten sick!

Sheila and I were the oldest people there. Several of the players were younger than our two sons. I still enjoyed talking with them. It amused me that instead of talking about spouses and houses, as I might with my peers, I heard about boyfriends/girlfriends/roommates and apartments.

It was a fun evening.

[wishful-bear]

I've always been here, y'all just go dormant until shit like this hits the fan /joke /lighthearted

But in genuine opinion, the new show sucks balls, I've not even seen it but through osmosis I know it's trash because NOBODY IN THE GANG IS LIKE THAT. Others have put it correctly in everyone in the gang pulls their weight.

Fred is cunning and crafty in a cinch, the man makes traps outta nothin! (They work, it's just Scooby & Shaggy's clumsiness that causes the traps to backfire in the way they were intended to work and take a detour into working out in the end) He knows his stuff and bounces off Velma in their investigation

Daphne is resourceful (in later iterations, sadly in the OG she's sadly just the. Girl character.) And there to help spot the smaller details that the others may miss. She's also yes, helpful for getting trapped too because it helps the gang's motivation crank up to a ten, they want their friend back!!

Velma isn't the sole brains, Daphne and Fred are equally as smart but she's also a sort of pseudo-sole glue to the gang! She has a smart mouth (sass) and is helpful in the technical end of things. She knows multiple languages! (Shown that she knows Chinese, we never get elaboration if it's Mandarin or Cantonese but shhh), She's smart and helpful and is one of the gang members who provides support to Shaggy and Scooby!! She carries the snacks (Daphne does too and I can't remember entirely off the top of my head who of the two carries the scooby snacks more than the other..) and empowers everyone. She's like the traditional "nerd" who can help the gang in a historic or book smart approach when needed.

Shaggy is more than a "stoner" type. It's shown he's the BEST everyman of the group. He can act, he can throw his voice, he canonically has done track & gymnastics, he's the groups jock! Fred's the pseudo-jock. Fred's actually a theatre kid. Shaggy has the stamina to outrun the monsters, and it shows! When he and Scooby come up with their disguises (albeit in some instances not as nice as Fred's ideas, as they throw their stuff together where Fred sometimes had straight up masks), he's the one who technically owns the Mystery Machine too!! It's stated Shaggy found the van, so it could be said Fred is their driver but Shaggy is the de-facto owner. He provides a calmer edge for everyone and keeps their spirits up with his lighthearted nature.

And Scooby is their beloved mascot! Scoob is apart of the two sided coin that Shaggy is. They work together to help catch the bad guys and get into hijinks. Scooby is their "bloodhound" that helps find clues when the other can't with his dog-based abilities. Scooby is their true glue to keeping everyone together, and it shows. Everyone is a vital piece of the gang. They don't insult each other like that.

This show is an insult to the legacy of the franchise. Yes the gang get in spats with each other, but this is a soulless and mean-spirited series that is a disgrace to carry the name of being apart of the Scooby Doo franchise.

Obsessed with this. It’s so true

[h0neyjaehyun]

Title // Hickey

Summary // Tali got a hickey....but not exactly from a human.

Prompt 1

#25 : "Is that a hicky?"

Note // Of course no problem, also I hope this is what you mean by anonymous if not I can edit no problem I don't mind.ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ😊

Tali thought it was gonna be a peaceful day. The day was good nothing bad happened. She went to visit Hyunjin well more like Hyunjin's dog Kami. She went to go babysit the dog since his family out aswell and she was off, so she offered to babysit his dog. He accepted, knowning Kami already liked Tali since thats Kami was a gift from her to Hyunjin.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm positve that I can, no need to worry."

"But shouldn't you be resting inst-"

"Hyunjin I'm fine please, Im probably gonna nap with Kami anyway."

"Okay okay the key is-"

"Under the lap light yes I understand how to get in, now I gotta go bye"

"Fine, bye take care"

"You too"

Tali ended the call, shaking her head at it, wow I feel like he doesn't trust me in my dog care abilities I literally gave him the dog?

She was confusing herself while she was getting ready, she wrote a note saying,

Hey, Im babysiting one of Straykids dogs for today. I will be back either tomorrow morning for practice, or coming back to change, and no, no you can not come with me so don't even try.

Love, Tali

She then left it there in the kitchen counter of Nct 127 dorm more specifically the 5th floor with her leader so he won't get terrified on where she went.

Then she was off, she stopped by a few stores to get treats for Kami and some groceries for herself to cook because she doesn't want to use Hyunjin's parents groceries.

She grabbed the key with a little trouble, and went in she put down the groceries on the counter and went to go see Hyunjins dog. Kami was about to bark at her until he recognized her and started running towards her a licking her face.

"Ah wait wait chill" Tali giggled. Almost falling down.

Here Tali gave Kami food and honestly went about her day, she wrote music, watched tv with Kami, walked Kami, and finally it was 6, they boys already called in to check on her asking if they should comeover and give her food, her knowing they just don't like her in another idols houses specifically Stray kids . After the incident with the crane + plus kiss, they were jealous.

"No Johnny I'm okay I've taken care of this dog before I'm fine I bought groceries before I got here anyway so no, but nice try."

"Ha ha very funny, I'm just trying to keep you safe."

"Yeah I understand, but you also just don't like me in one of the members Stray Kids houses." Tali said teasingly.

"WE ARE NOT JEALOUS" Haechan yelled from across the room, eavesdrop on the conversation.

"YEAH WELL SAY THAT TO YOUR 20 MESSAGES FOR ME TO BRING YOU WITH ME" Tali yelled back

She heard the boys laugh.

"Well either way Im gonna take a nap I will text you when I wake up."

"You promise" Tali froze at the word promise, she didn't like promising anything if knowing she couldn't keep it.

"Nope bye love you guys"

"No wai-" Tali cut them off, she was remembering things she didn't want to remember so then Kami went on her lap comforting her.

"Why are you so mean to the others but not me huh, you scare them sometimes....even your own owner." Tali said in disbelief. Kami just barked in response.

Tali was tired so she took a nap on the couch with Kami but more like sleep since she didn't wake up till 5am. Kami was licking her face and neck. A little too much since she got some little bruises there not noticing when she showered or changed. She did everything for Kami in the morning, walked him, fed him etc. Knowing Hyunjin would come in a hour she cooked something for him so he won't forget to eat left a not and she left to go to practice.

She came in the practice room, seeing Yuta run up to her and tackle her with a hug.

"Hi Yuta" she said with a grunt.

"Hello my ass, I missed you"

" Yuta I was literally gone for just a day"

"Thats not the point" Haechan intervened.

Thats when Tali was gently yanked from both Yuta and Haechan's arms into, Doyoungs examining her neck.

"Is that a hickey??"

Everyone stopped or froze on what they were doing and now looking at the two, Doyoung had a hand on her neck caressing the three little bruises, that weren't even made from a human being more like a dog.

Tali herself was confused, she hasn't done it with anyone since....well her early teen years , she went up to the mirror trying to remember where she got the little bruises.

"Huh....I dont know" Tali said mostly to herself.

"WHAT" They said in unison.

" What do you mean you don't know??" Mark said in disbelief.

Then all of them started asking her questions. Them asking if she was forced or something for not to remember? She blocked them out thinking where she got those bruises. Then remember Kami licking her neck a lot.

"Oh...I think" she said out loud not bothered by the questions being asked.

"Wait, shhh, what was that??" Jaehyun made them quiet while they were lookin for Tali to finish her sentence.

"I think it was the dog..." Tali still in thought.

"THE WHAT"

"Wait wait hear me out, no one is at the house, the only beings in there were me and Kami which is the dog. Hyunjin was doing promotions while his parents were out for the day. Also the dog was licking my neck a lot because of the lotion." Tali remembering what happened.

The boys justs stoof there trying to process the information give to them.

"So the dog gave you a hicky on your neck?" Johnny clarified.

"Yeah, also im not doing that, oh no no. Its been a couple years of since I did any of THAT" Tali said clarifying that she never did the dirty with anyone.

"Oh okay okay....." they all said understanding what she meant, then Taeyong turned around back at her processing the last part.

"WAIT IN A COUPLE YEARS??"

[ilovelotsofthings]

Tommy: 6-12 month old Golden Retriever-Newfoundland mix

Wilbur: 3 years old Newfoundland-Poodle mix

Technoblade: 4-5 year old Newfoundland

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They are all half-siblings.

Techno is the oldest so he is in charge. That means Tommy and Wilbur should bow to him. They don't really

Techno is a big ol dog and so is Wilbur (or will in Tommy's case) but they will be smaller than Techno

Tommy is a puppy so he's very hyper. Always.

Au are basically dogs without a home :(

Techno does the hunting/searching for food while Wilbur watches and plays with Tommy at the temporary homes

(Phil will find them at some point and give them a home)

Where is their mom? Dead :/

(Also i know dogs are born in litter but they don't have a owner so not all would make it this far)

OH almost forgot they are all fluffy!! Wilbur is more curly, Techno is poofy, and Tommy is slightly curly.

Sometimes Wilbur will go look for food but his main job is to protect Tommy.

^ They switch basically

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Outside of a house a pair of dogs, a big brown curly dog and a small golden puppy arrive from the bushes near the woods.  "Tommy, follow me quietly," the brown dog barks softly. "Okay!" Tommy said a bit too loudly. "Shhh Tommy," "sorry Wilbur" "it's okay just be quiet".

Wilbur trots around the house with Tommy doing the same. Wilbur stops at a window sill, looking up and sniffing. 

"Toms, do you smell that?" "No?" "Well I smell some meat and you are going to help me get it" "Shouldn't we wait for Techno?" "No" "..." "Are you going to help?" "Yeah".

Wilbur lays down so Tommy can hop on his back. " Are you ready?" Wilbur whispers, "Yes" Tommy says back. Wilbur then stands up so Tommy can see through the window. "You see anything?" "Yes! I see-" Tommy says before being interrupted by a bang which causes Tommy to fall off of Wilbur.

When Tommy looks up there is a knocked over trash can with a blonde haired man standing and staring at them. "Oh shit, Tommy ran!" Wilbur says while pushing Tommy up. Wilbur and Tommy run through the bushes until they are deep in the woods.

They arrive at a small cave where a large light brown dog sits at the entrance. "Where have you guys been?" He says suspicpluy. "Uhhh nowhere Techno! Nowhere we were just walking around" Wilbur says while waking Tommy with his tail. "Thomas is that right?" "Yes?" "Uh uh right, well now you both cannot leave" "what! Wilbur tells him he can't do that" "I can and I will. You better be here when I come back"

Wilbur and Tommy lie down and watch as Techno leaves the cave and walks out into the woods to go find them all food.

[rookthorne]

this has been on my reading list for a bit, I’m excited to get started! 🥰

If any of the shopkeepers or surrounding guards figured out it was you, you'd be eating in your chambers for a month. 

oh a little rebel here? hmm 👀

One particular necklace caught your eye, cerulean and sparkling in the noon sun. If you bought it, you'd be questioned on where you got it. Especially by your knight. He didn't miss a thing. 

Stevie mind yo damn bisnitch.

Blue. Eyes like the stone in the stall, like the first waves at sea.

SWEEP ME AWAY WITH THE CURRENT PLS

He was handsome; eyes bright, lips sweet like trouble. You liked him all the same. 

😏😏😏

It was the telltale warning of palace guards. He winked, calloused fingers eventually slipping from your grip. Swift as a hare, Bucky leapt over the stall bench, much to the displeasure of the owner. You watched, stunned, as he ran. A throng of five guards sped past you with their swords drawn as they gave chase.

I am getting real Flynn Rider vibes here and I LOVE IT

“Excuse me, sir,” you began meekly, soft as you could manage. “Are you looking for the runner? Dark hair?”

A CHEEKY REBEL

I love her

Yeah, what?

I HOWLED WITH THIS

so simple but fucking hilarious

Bucky's fingers were adorned with rings—one had a stone just like the sky. Another was a deep scarlet, like the heart of a fire. 

NOT THE RINGS

"You're similar height to my—the gate's knight," you said, considering a chestplate. "This ought to fit."

well that was close 👀👀

"I'm sorry. You're very right, Steve. It jeopardizes my safety. I should listen to you more often."

"I—yes. Yes, you should." He squinted. "What are you hiding?" 

GIRL YOU SHOULD HAVE PUT UP A FIGHT

NEVER agree with a man so willingly 🤣

"You never agree so easily. That means you've done something."

SEE

I love the dynamic between these two so much, so much sarcasm I ADORE IT

"Steve, is it? Pleasure."

NOW I’M IMAGINING JACK AND WILL 🤣

"You fight well. For a knight."

"Funny," Steve replied. "For a thief."

HEY he’s a hot thief. And a sassy one.

Can I just pause my commentary for a sec, I need to tell you just how much I fucking love the dynamics you’re setting up here? It’s witty, it’s snappy, and it’s hilarious. I love it so much. Fantastic job. 💗

"Princess, as kind as that is, I think it would be best if I went on my own. I don't believe your guard dog likes me very much."

"Take your time," he called. "I'll be here, not thieving."

well he’s already stolen my heart so…

"But he wouldn't know! Not if you helped us. Father trusts you. Pierce trusts you."

WHAT?!

"Because your idea of fun usually ends up in trouble and the whole point of me helping is to avoid exactly that."

HEY

don’t call her out like that. 😑

"Don't encourage her," grumbled Steve.

DO ENCOURAGE HER

Bucky was warm, almost too much so for the summertime. He smelled like leather and salt, solid and sure behind you. You shared a look with Steve, whose expression was unreadable. 

👀👀👀

A cough that sounded more like a laugh came from behind some boxes. You cleared your throat, smiling even wider. 

SHHH BOYS 🤣

Gouven did not react well. You made a mental note not to rely on him in case of emergency. While he ran around like a headless chicken, trying to decide what to do with you, you opened your eyes. 

OH HELLO ELIZABETH 🤣

oh my god I love this so much

Bucky and Steve were both frozen in concern. Steve looked ready to leap to your aid. You lifted your head, because really? Did they think you could faint on command like that?

THEY’RE MEN! they are CLUELESS 🤣

Bucky winked, saluting, rings glinting in the sunlight. He jogged back to his boat. It took another minute before he was rolling off, sails fluttering. 

you lost me when you mentioned rings. I don’t have a problem.

"Pierce went on my behalf. Words were exchanged."

HES LYING I KNOW IT! ITS PIERCE!

"Don't you think it's strange that King Faleron would respond so harshly? You two are practically brothers."

SEE HE IS LYING

now this was a hella enjoyable read, the perfect amount of humour and suspense. amazing job! 💗

On Wings of Fate (1) - s.r. | b.b.

Summary: You meet a kind stranger one day in the marketplace. He's a pirate, but a good man, he swears. Your knight isn't so sure, but oh, what does he know? You like the pirate; his eyes are like the sea and his smile... oh, his smile is trouble. Yet from the moment he docked at your kingdom's port, you just may have bargained for more than the three of you could ever imagined.

Pairing: knight!Steve Rogers x princess!fem!Reader x pirate!Bucky Barnes

Word count: 5.3k 

Warnings: none

A/N: i'm back with a new series! this one is stucky x reader, and it's gonna be a fun time!!!

quick note: the setting is purposely vague, as i want all readers to feel included. it's an older setting in terms of technology but there is magic and fantasy themes (aka i will not be following the customs of 18th century England, or anything like that). furthermore, i will be making up a lot of stuff as i go. :)

I do not do taglists anymore! You can follow @sanguine-marvel for new updates on all my Marvel fics.

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"Fish! Fresh fish! Fair price!" 

"Veal! Get your veal here!"

You sidestepped bundles of fabric, pulling your hood down further to conceal your face. It was thin, suitable for the summer, yet enough to mask your identity. If any of the shopkeepers or surrounding guards figured out it was you, you'd be eating in your chambers for a month. 

"Gems! Precious stones! Treasure your woman!" 

You scoffed at that, glancing across the road at the stall with stones that were, undoubtedly, very lovely. One particular necklace caught your eye, cerulean and sparkling in the noon sun. If you bought it, you'd be questioned on where you got it. Especially by your knight. He didn't miss a thing. 

It happened too fast. You didn't see the cart until it had already passed, kicking up dust in its wake. The squeal of the horses rang in your ears as a strong arm curled around your waist and yanked you back. You crashed into a strong chest, panicking for a moment, until you realized the owner bore no ill will to you. 

"Are you alright?" 

Blue. Eyes like the stone in the stall, like the first waves at sea. He stepped back as you caught your breath, heart thumping in your chest. You grabbed the wooden stall for purchase, staring back. He watched you, fingerless gloved hand lifted slightly, ready to catch you if you fell. 

"Miss," he repeated. "Are you alright?" 

"Yes," you said. "Yes, I am. I—thank you."

He smiled and you decided then that he had a rather kind face, even wrapped in a dark tunic and unpolished boots. 

"Careful. These carts move fast. Did they hurt you?" 

"No," you breathed, still shaken. "No, I'm fine."

"You sure? Hey." He gently took your wrist, eyes soft. "It's alright. You're safe, I promise. And a promise is no light thing, y'know."

He was being playful on purpose. You wondered if he could feel your ratcheted heartbeat. He was handsome; eyes bright, lips sweet like trouble. You liked him all the same. 

"Name's Bucky," he offered, perhaps all too aware of the fact that he was still a stranger. 

"Bucky," you repeated. "I—"

"There he is!" 

His grin widened, sharp around the edges. It was the telltale warning of palace guards. He winked, calloused fingers eventually slipping from your grip. Swift as a hare, Bucky leapt over the stall bench, much to the displeasure of the owner. You watched, stunned, as he ran. A throng of five guards sped past you with their swords drawn as they gave chase. You followed, making sure not to go in the road. 

"Split up!" ordered the leader of the pack, and they did, tearing up the marketplace. 

You winced at the blade notches in the passing stalls, the guards careless in their hunt. You'd tried explaining to your father before how reckless some of the men could be in their pursuit of so-called criminals. But the king hardly listened to you these days, taking everything his advisor said as holy word. 

Eventually, the guards came to a stop, the leader sweaty and red-faced. He was brawny, with a mustache. Sir Jones. You'd never liked him. Arrogant and brash, he took pride in spilling blood.

“He can’t have gone far," Jones grunted. “Spread out!”

In a far corner, a haystack rustled. You swallowed, then stepped forward, making sure your hood covered part of your face. 

“Excuse me, sir,” you began meekly, soft as you could manage. “Are you looking for the runner? Dark hair?”

“Yes,” he answered gruffly. “Have you seen him?”

“Why, yes,” you nodded, lifting a finger. “He went that way, to the woods. He frightened me, sir!”

“Not to worry, woman. We’ll capture him in no time. This way, men!”

You watched, waiting until they were well up the path and towards the forest. The market continued to bustle, people ignoring the commotion. Bits of hay fell to the floor. The cows chewed their cud, unbothered. 

Your savior emerged. He crept out carefully, taking a moment to survey his surroundings. He—Bucky—eventually focused on you, plainly confused. 

“You led 'em away.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Why are the guards chasing you?”

He smiled. 

“Because I docked here.”

"Is that all?" you wondered.

Bucky shrugged. 

"It's enough. My boots ain't as shiny as theirs. So, I'm a criminal."

“Well, they’re not very bright.”

“Most palace guards aren't known for their wit, miss."

"They're not all like that," you defended. 

"No? And how would you know?" 

“I have a sense about people.”

Something in his eyes flickered.

“As do I.”

“He’s not there, sire!” 

Hooves beat against the cobble, horses whinnying as the guards slowed to a stop. Your heart stuttered as one of them seemed to look straight at you. 

“Go down to the docks,” sneered Jones. “He’ll turn up soon enough to catch his precious ship. Hyah!”

They started for the docks. You turned to Bucky, frowning.

“How will you escape?”

“Not my first time,” Bucky said. “Won’t be my last.”

“I can hide you.”

"What?"

Yeah, what? Why were you offering this stranger a safe passage? He certainly was no mere merchant if the guards were chasing him through the city. 

"I—" you bit your lip. Bucky looked on in honest bewilderment. "I want to help you. You helped me. You took far more risk than I in your aid."

"I don't know about that," he frowned. "And how? They’ll search everywhere. You may get into trouble.”

“I won’t,” you said. “They won’t suspect me.”

Bucky considered you, then glanced around. 

"You sure about this?" 

"Yes," you replied, walking back to the castle. "I am."

Not even two steps in, he stopped you, hand gentle on your elbow. Bucky's fingers were adorned with rings—one had a stone just like the sky. Another was a deep scarlet, like the heart of a fire. 

“I mean this in the kindest way possible, but are you mad? The castle is the last place I should go.”

“We’ll go through the servant’s quarters. They lead almost directly to the armory. Then you’ll disguise yourself as a knight.”

He hesitated, warily looking you over. 

"The servants are preparing for the festival," you reminded. "No one will see you." That was how you'd snuck out originally. Though he couldn't know that. You weren't supposed to be out on your own in the first place.

The quarters were empty, just like you'd predicted, and you went through without a hitch. Training was over for the morning, so no guards were in the armory. 

"You're similar height to my—the gate's knight," you said, considering a chestplate. "This ought to fit."

"You still haven't told me your name, you know."

"I know. Try this on." You handed him a helmet. 

"Why do I get the feeling you're hiding something?" he asked, taking the helmet. 

"Perhaps it's that sense of yours."

Down the hall, a door slammed. You froze, then quickly unbuttoned your cloak, stuffing it under a table. Bucky's eyes widened. 

"Are those rubies on your neck?"

"Huh? Oh. Yes. You should probably hide right about now."

"You're not a servant. What are you, a lady?"

"Depends on who you ask. Father calls me a menace."

"Y/N!" 

You ushered Bucky behind a curtain before he could ask any more questions, yanking them shut. 

"What are—"

"Shush, or he'll hear you," you warned. "I'll get you out, but you must be silent. This is a clever knight—not like the ones in the market."

"Y/N, are you here?" 

You whirled around a moment before the doors opened. 

"Y/N. What… are you doing in here?" 

"Steve! You found me faster than usual today. I think you're getting better at this."

You beamed, shuffling away from the curtains. Steve watched you, eyes already narrowed. 

"Yes," he replied slowly. "Well, you've certainly been giving me practice. Did you have a nice time sneaking away to the marketplace?"

"Oh," you shrugged. "Nothing I haven't seen before."

"Y/N," Steve sighed. "I've told you time and again not to go without a guard. You don't know who might be looking to harm you. I've been searching for you all morning."

"I'm sorry. You're very right, Steve. It jeopardizes my safety. I should listen to you more often."

"I—yes. Yes, you should." He squinted. "What are you hiding?" 

"Whatever do you mean?" 

"You never agree so easily. That means you've done something."

"Me, doing things? Never! That would not be proper of me, Steve. Everyone knows my duty is to sit about with air in my head."

"Which you couldn't do if your life depended on it," he muttered. 

"Yes, well, if you'll be on your way, I can get back to practicing."

Steve stepped forward, sword clinking gently. Then he stilled, glancing around. You exhaled quietly, doing your best to keep a neutral face when he noticed the out of place armor. 

"Why is that there?"

"Hmm? Oh, well…" You sighed heavily. "I suppose now you should know my secret, Steven. Truthfully, it has always been my dream to be a Royal Guard. I'm terribly envious of all the chainmail you get to wear." 

You traced the lines of metal with your finger, gazing longingly. 

"Oh, how I wish to feel the cool press of armor on my skin! But such is not a fate for me. Woe—woe, Steve!"

"Try again, Y/N."

"Steven! Would I lie to you?" 

"Yes."

"You offend me, knight," you huffed. "That is rather presumptuous of you."

"Presumptuous? You've only been cooking up schemes since we were children."

"Only for good." 

Steve looked at you, then at the room. He drew his sword and zeroed in on the curtains. 

"No, wait!" 

Too late. He flicked open the curtains before you could move. But Bucky was ready.

"Steve, is it? Pleasure."

Steve was one of your father's best soldiers. It had been after he'd won a medal for valor that your father had assigned him to your personal detail. He always kept you safe. Sometimes that also made him a not very good listener. 

"Steve, he's not a threat!" you tried again, grimacing at the clash of metal. 

Bucky blocked every advance, also skilled with a sword. Steve parred right. You stepped forward—both men were far too determined for your comfort. 

Steve glanced at you, concerned, and in a second, the sword slipped from his grasp, landing across the room. Bucky pointed the tip of his sword at Steve's chest. 

"Leave Her Highness alone," ordered Steve. "Do what you will with me, but do not harm her."

"And take the lovely princess's handsome knight away? Now why would I do a thing like that?"

"You've no business here."

"I'm helping him, Steve," you explained exasperatedly, inserting yourself between them, hand on Steve's bicep. "Bucky saved my life today, in the market."

"He did what?" 

Bucky took a step back, bowing slightly as he sheathed his sword. 

"The name's Barnes. Bucky, if you're feeling sweet." 

He retrieved Steve's blade, handing it to him. 

"You fight well. For a knight."

"Funny," Steve replied. "For a thief."

"Oh, hey now, I'm no thief, Sir Steven. I docked here hoping to refuel for a night. I've committed no crimes."

"And Jones chased him all through the market, Steve, ruining the stalls!" you fumed. "It angers me so, I could just spit."

Bucky grinned. 

"Beauty and heart. You've got it all, princess."

"Hang on. Go back to the saving your life part," said Steve, who was assuredly not amused. 

"Umm," you started. "Well, there was a tiny thing with a cart in the road and Bucky pulled me back. It was a footnote for the day, really."

"Y/N, this is exactly what I mean! You could've gotten seriously hurt and—"

"But I didn't, Steve! Because of Bucky. And now he needs help. So I'm going to disguise him as a knight and sneak him out of the city."

"Oh, absolutely not. Y/N, I've supported a lot over the years and lied for you even more, but this is ridiculous. You can't stow a criminal in the palace armory."

"Again," chimed Bucky. "Not a criminal."

Steve looked at him, arms crossed. 

"You're a merchant then?" 

"In a sense."

"I see. And what sort of cargo do you carry, merchant?" 

"All sorts. Whatever needs transport."

"Uh-huh. And your documentation for transport?"

"It's on its way," Bucky shrugged. 

"Right. Y/N, he's a pirate."

"Steve! What a cruel thing to say," you scolded. "Bucky is an honorable man."

"Honorable men can be pirates," said Bucky. "We exist."

"No such thing," Steve grumbled. "There is no honor among pirates."

"Like there's so much with you knights."

"What would you know about—"

"My God," you cut in. "Will you both quiet down? Bucky, I meant what I said: I will get you to your boat."

"Princess, as kind as that is, I think it would be best if I went on my own. I don't believe your guard dog likes me very much."

"Don't mind him. Steve will come round."

"No, I will not," he said firmly. "Y/N, this is very serious. Please do not make me go to your father."

"You wouldn't! Oh, Steve, don't. Bucky saved my life—he deserves the benefit of the doubt." 

"He's a pirate, Y/N! A commoner is one thing, but…"

"Look, I don't wanna cause a tiff between you," said Bucky. "I know when to bow out."

"There'll be no bows yet. Steve, if you trust me at all, you'll help me to help Bucky."

Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

"Y/N, of course I trust you, but—"

"He doesn't deserve to be arrested! So what if he's a pirate? He could've asked for a reward or taken advantage of me, but he didn't." 

Steve took your arm, gently steering you across the armory. Bucky nodded, giving a thumbs-up. 

"Take your time," he called. "I'll be here, not thieving."

"Y/N," Steve began, lowering his voice. "I know you want to help him and I'm glad he helped you, truly. But if your father catches wind of you consorting with a pirate, he'd have his head and maybe yours too."

"But he wouldn't know! Not if you helped us. Father trusts you. Pierce trusts you."

"Pierce thinks I'm a brainless ass."

"Well, yes. In any case, he'd never suspect you." 

Steve glanced at Bucky. 

"You're really sure about him?" 

"I am. He doesn't deserve the dungeons."

You took one of Steve's large hands in both of your own, hugging it to your chest. Steve lightly curled his fingers around yours. You smiled, bringing his hand up to brush your cheek. 

"Please? For me?"

Steve sagged, staring at his hand on your cheek. You grinned, because that look always preceded a yes.

"Fine. But he can't return. I'll only do this one time." He raised his voice as he addressed Bucky. "And if Her Highness is put in any danger, you're on your own." 

Bucky held up his hands. 

"'Course. Wouldn't want her in any danger either, Sir Steven."

Steve grunted, walking over. 

"Dressing you as a guard is our best bet. How long will it take to cast off?"

"Ten minutes at most. With an extra set of hands."

"Alright. The guards rotate every quarter hour. There will be one guard on shift, because you're one man and Jones is disgustingly overconfident. If I can lead him away, that ought to give us—"

"I'll do it," you said. "I can distract him."

"Absolutely not, Y/N."

"Why don't you ever let me have any fun?" you whined. 

"Because your idea of fun usually ends up in trouble and the whole point of me helping is to avoid exactly that."

"Oh, please. I've been getting away with trouble since I was a child. Have a little faith, Steve."

"Y/N…" 

"It'll be like you two are escorting me around town. I'll be at the docks to giggle and flirt with the uniformed officers because I'm a silly princess with no interests besides men." 

"Crafty, aren't you?" Bucky grinned. 

"Don't encourage her," grumbled Steve.

"Come on," you pushed, rummaging around for shoulder pads. "We're losing daylight, and I'm not allowed out after dusk. Don't worry, Steve. I promise I'll be safe. Now help Bucky with his armor."

It ended up taking longer than you thought it would, what with their squabbles ("hold still, Barnes" — "it's pinching things that shouldn't be pinched!") but eventually, you did make it out. Bucky was in a full suit of armor, helmet down to mask his face. He was a lot more graceful in it than you expected, which you had to give credit for. 

Then came the stables. 

"Uh," said Bucky, pushing up his helmet. "I didn't know we were riding."

"How else would we get there?" asked Steve, leading your horse, Hyde, out, then his.

"You'll have to share," you said. "It'll look suspicious if we return with an extra horse."

Bucky nodded, then glanced between you. He took a step towards Steve's horse, a sturdy stallion, meant for traveling long distances. The stallion whinnied loudly, rearing up.

"Steve!" you panicked. Steve cursed, hurrying to soothe him. Bucky backed away, looking a little green.

"I... um," you began. "You can take Hyde with me. He's quite gentle. Stallions are sometimes unpredictable and this one prefers Steve anyhow."

Bucky didn't look convinced. 

"Right. It's just, I don't ride often, being a pirate and all…"

"Well, you can't very well walk. Knights would never escort the princess on foot. You might be questioned."

Bucky watched as you mounted Hyde. As he approached, Hyde nickered, tossing his head. You hushed him, keeping him steady. Bucky put one firm hand on Hyde's neck. He whinnied louder, mane flying. You frowned, tightening the reins. 

"That's odd. He isn't normally skittish." 

You clicked your tongue, riding closer to Bucky, who didn’t look too pleased either. 

"Horses don't like me much," he confessed when Hyde stomped one hoof. "I really oughta just walk."

Hyde whinnied, snorting, but eventually, he did let Bucky on. He was a gentleman, holding on with only a single hand on your arm. Bucky was warm, almost too much so for the summertime. He smelled like leather and salt, solid and sure behind you. You shared a look with Steve, whose expression was unreadable. 

"We should go. If he becomes too much trouble, walk him the rest of the way," grunted Steve. 

"He already doesn't like me," said Bucky.

"I was talking to Hyde." 

No one bothered you. In your official dress, away from the shroud of your common cloak, you were every bit regal a princess should be. With two knights at your side, most people kept their heads down as you passed. 

It was a blessing and a curse. Steve's grudge with your frequent disappearance wasn't unfounded, but you couldn't enjoy true freedom bogged down by palace guards and their pomp. 

"Which one's your ship?" asked Steve. 

"There, with the wolf flag," replied Bucky. 

There was only one guard, like Steve had said. Bucky hopped off, as did Steve. They broke off from the path to go around a barn, to the ship. You continued straight. 

"Y/N, no!" hissed Steve. "Y/N—"

"Pardon me," you called loudly, trotting over. "Guard? Oh, guard?" 

"Your Highness?" said the guard. "Your Highness, you should not be without an escort."

"Yes," you agreed and dismounted, watching Steve and Bucky slip past out of the corner of your eye. "You're right. But I just wanted to be at the docks. And you're here! So really, I'm not without protection, am I?" 

"I suppose not, milady. But you shouldn't be here alone. I am not supposed to leave my post."

"Oh?" you said, leaning in. "Why is that? Did something happen?" 

"Well…" 

"It must be something highly important if you're on duty," you cooed. "I know my father would trust you with anything."

A cough that sounded more like a laugh came from behind some boxes. You cleared your throat, smiling even wider. 

"Well, yes," said the guard, puffing his chest. "The king can trust me."

"Don't you trust me too, Sir…"

"Gouven," he answered. 

"Sir Gouven, of course! I've heard of all your noble deeds."

"You have?"

"Why, certainly!"

Steve and Bucky were still preparing the ship. You hummed sweetly, being sure to block his view.  

"Of course I have," you reiterated. "How could I not? You were brilliant in the last battle. The way you handled that lion!"

"L-lion? Oh. Yes, of course. Thank you, Your Highness. Though I really must escort you back to the castle. I'll beckon another guard, one moment…"

"Uh," you began, mind racing. "No, that's alright! Truly. I won't tell a soul."

"I am afraid I cannot leave you unaccompanied. It would be against my honor as a guard."

Oh, brother. You rolled your eyes as he turned, following him around. 

"Sir Gouven, my escort will arrive shortly, I swear—"

"I cannot take that chance, milady."

He started walking towards the ship. Shit, shit.

"Oh! Oh, I'm feeling quite faint!" 

And down you went. 

Gouven did not react well. You made a mental note not to rely on him in case of emergency. While he ran around like a headless chicken, trying to decide what to do with you, you opened your eyes. 

Bucky and Steve were both frozen in concern. Steve looked ready to leap to your aid. You lifted your head, because really? Did they think you could faint on command like that?

Go, you mouthed, waving your hand, and they both jumped into action. Idiots. 

"Gods, gods," Gouven bemoaned. "They're going to lock me in the stockade after this! Stay right there, Your Highness. I'll return!" 

You shut your eyes, rolling onto your back. It was a pleasant summer day and the sun felt good on your face. You sneezed, then yawned. Summers were always lovely at home. 

"Having fun?" 

You opened one eye, adjusting to the shadow cast over you from Steve's frame. 

"That was quick."

"He's efficient," Steve admitted. "Bothersome as he is, I'm sure he makes a wonderful pirate."

"Sir Steven, I'm touched."

You grinned at Bucky, who had a coil of rope slung over one shoulder, his pack on the other. You reached out one hand and Steve sighed before gently pulling you up. 

"It wasn't a compliment," he grumbled. 

"'M choosing to take it as one," chirped Bucky. 

He turned and bowed properly, looking up at you through his lashes. 

"Princess, I owe you my life. If you ever need anything, well, I'll be in port again shortly. Somewhere."

"That's kind of you. But I'm just glad you're safe, Bucky."

He took your hand and lightly kissed your knuckles. You smiled, unable to help your giggle. 

"Speaking of, you ought to get going," interrupted Steve. "Gouven will be back soon."

Slowly, Bucky released your hand, glancing at Steve.

"Fine, fine. Stevie, been a pleasure. Keep up that right par, and don't get distracted." 

Bucky winked, saluting, rings glinting in the sunlight. He jogged back to his boat. It took another minute before he was rolling off, sails fluttering. 

"I like him," you decided. 

"Hmph."

You smirked, nudging Steve's rib. 

"You're just upset he bested you in a duel."

"He's full of himself."

"He's charming!" 

"Far too reckless."

"Oh, I'm sorry, is Steve Rogers lecturing about being reckless?"

"Yes," he said, straight-faced. "It's a terrible habit, you know."

"Uh-huh."

"Not to mention, he's a disaster with a horse."

"Well, not everyone can be as perfect as you, Steve."

"Please promise me that you will not be helping any more pirates," he said, helping you onto Hyde, then climbing onto the stallion. 

"We'll see," you replied, riding ahead of him. "Today was rather thrilling!"

"You're lucky it wasn't Jones here."

"Oh, as if that man has anything beyond weeds inside his head." 

"Your Highness!"

You and Steve stopped, halfway to the castle. 

"Your Highness! Your High—"

Sir Gouven skidded to a stop, hunched over. He panted, holding a vial of salts. You tilted your head.

"Sir Gouven. Whatever do you have that for?" 

"You—you'd fainted, milady! I thought… I thought that…"

"Oh, that! It was hardly a faint. I was merely resting my eyes." 

His face was covered in sweat and he himself looked ready to collapse. 

"But…but you were unconscious."

"Not particularly. I was terribly tired, you know."

His mouth opened and closed like a fish's. You took pity. 

"Still," you continued. "Thank you, Sir Gouven. I will surely tell Father about your dedication to the crown."

"Huh?" 

"And look! Sir Steven's here. Isn't that fortuitous? 

"Gouven," greeted Steve, nodding. "Hard at work, I see."

"I—but… milady, are you alright?" 

"Why wouldn't I be?" 

He looked blankly at the vial.

"Are you alright, Sir Gouven?" 

"I… think so."

"Good," you said. "Goodbye, then."

Steve chuckled once you were out of earshot. "Poor Gouven. He's a decent knight."

"I'll tell Father to award him a medal of valor. You knights love those, don't you?" 

"That's not exactly how it works, Y/N."

"Come now, Steve. We just smuggled a wanted pirate back to his ship. I think I can manage a medal."

You glanced back. The docks were tiny now, the ocean a small strip of blue on the horizon.

****

"Your Highness?" came a voice from outside your chambers. She knocked softly. Your maid, Petunia. 

"Yes?" you called back. 

"I don't mean to disturb, my lady, but the king desires your presence for dinner."

You sighed, turning over. 

"Do I have to?" 

"I think it would be best, my lady," was the quiet reply. "You've not dined together in many weeks."

"Because he's been away," you grumbled, dragging yourself out of bed. 

"Would you like me to help you dress, my lady?" 

"No, thank you, Petunia. I'll be down shortly." 

You opted for a simple blue gown, not bothering with accessories. As frustrating as your father could be, he'd never been too strict about attire in the castle. As long as you were clothed, you were decent. 

"Ah, Y/N! Please, come in." 

You entered the dining hall at your father's beckoning. He was quite pleasant, more than you'd seen him in many months. You took the seat to his left as you usually did. The extra setting across from you didn't escape your notice. 

"Father, welcome home. How was your trip?" 

"Good, very good. There was much to discuss. And now, I think it's time I include you in the discussions. You are old enough, after all."

"I am," you agreed, perking up. "What sort of discussions?"

"I hope you have not started without me, my king," interrupted a smooth voice. 

Lord Pierce leisurely took his seat, meeting your eye immediately. The king's advisor, and your father's right-hand man for many years, Pierce was the one to suggest you be removed from any political meetings. 

"My lady, how nice to see you. We've not spoken in a long time."

"No, we have not," you said, waiting until he broke eye contact first. Good.

"I was just about to tell Y/N the news," your father continued, helping himself to a thick slab of roast. 

"Oh, splendid. I did say she ought to be in the know, when the dust had settled."

"How thoughtful of you, Lord Pierce," you smiled, gummy and fleeting. 

"I may as well get on with it. I have made the decision to rescind our treaty with the Kingdom of Faleron."

Your fork clattered onto your plate. Pierce calmly bit into a honeyed apple. 

"What? But you and King Faleron have been allies for nearly two decades."

"It has come to my attention that strange magics have been reared toward our city. He is our closest neighbor, and King Lahan has expressed to me in confidence that he has noticed poxes plaguing his own kingdom. Faleron is the only one among the six kings who is known to be sympathetic to magic users. And I excused it at first, but no more."

"But Father, that makes no sense," you argued. "You and Faleron are friends. You benefit mutually from your alliance. It would be foolish to upset you or any of the other kings."

"Yes, daughter, it is quite foolish. And that is why we must wage war."

"Have you tried discussing it with Faleron?" you asked. 

"Of course he has," interjected Pierce. "Your father is a reasonable man, Your Highness. Faleron denied it and insulted your father. The nerve of him, offending a man who's shown nothing but grace and a fair hand."

"He said this to your face, Father?" you balked. King Faleron was a hothead but he'd never been known to lose his temper towards his fellow kings. 

"Pierce went on my behalf. Words were exchanged."

"I see."

"Regardless," continued Pierce. "We cannot be seen as weak. With magic spreading, it would be certain doom to retreat now."

"Faleron's men are barbaric," you said. "They'll tear the city apart. Our people don't deserve a war, Father."

"I do not want this war anymore than you do, Y/N, but it's not something we can ignore. We will have the support of neighboring kingdoms. Do not worry."

"I just think it's risky to move so quickly."

"Risky when we have spies?" your father countered. 

You frowned. Pierce continued to eat. 

"Spies?" 

"Surely you saw the extra guards at the docks today," sniffed Pierce. "I hear you were out without an escort, Your Highness."

"Actually, I was accompanied by Sir Steven. But thank you very much for your concern, Lord Pierce, unnecessary as it is."

Pierce's eye twitched. 

"Steven is a good man," your father jovially confirmed. "I trust him with my life. But I do not want you alone, Y/N. It's true. We had a dirty pirate escape today. Captain Jones informed me that he was a spy of Faleron's."

Bucky? A spy?

"Oh my," you said, picking at your potatoes. "Will they catch this brute?" 

"If he ever returns, you can be sure they will," replied the king. "Jones' men are the best."

"You're right, Father. Especially that one knight, Sir Gouven. He's been very good to me."

"Has he now? Well, I shall keep that in mind."

"I did not know you were familiar with the knights, my lady," said Pierce, chewing on a chicken bone. "Well, except for Sir Steven. You two are rather… close."

"Certainly, I would meet the men who would lay their lives down for this kingdom. It is important to know where people's loyalties lie, don't you think, Lord Pierce?" 

"Quite." He stood, tapping his chin with his napkin. "And now, I must retire. If you'll both graciously excuse me. I must plan for my journey to consult King Lahan."

"Of course, Alexander," enthused your father. "I thank you for all your help."

"It has been an honor and pleasure, my king. Thank you for your cooperation."

Pierce nodded at you. You nodded back, waiting until his footsteps disappeared. 

"Father, please do not declare war on Faleron. It is a horrible idea. People will die."

"I will not discuss it any further, Y/N. Magic is dangerous, and I cannot let it run free in my kingdom."

"Don't you think it's strange that King Faleron would respond so harshly? You two are practically brothers."

He sighed. 

"I wish things were different. He is like a brother to me. But this isn't something I can excuse. Faleron has always been a loose cannon, Y/N. This is best for us and the kingdom."

The king rose, smiling gently. 

"Try not to fret over it, my daughter. I know you, and how you worry. Everything will be alright."

You sat, long after he left, staring at the bits of honeyed apple and meat bones. 

What if everything wasn't alright?