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piperslovebot · 1 year ago

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Upcoming fics

(Saw @that90sshowgoldencouple’s list and wanted to put mine up too)

One Two Three - Leia, Gwen, and Nikki’s lives during the school year.

The Sunshine, The Nature Freak, And The Goof - Unconnected drabbles of Sarah, Nate, and Jay as a throuple.

The Three Musketeers - Nate, Jay, and Sarah’s lives during the school year. Featuring some Ozzie/Etienne

Once Again - A drabble with the T9S kids and Jackie as the Kitty figure in their lives

Are we fallin' like snow at the beach? - Jackie is married to Kelso and is a stepmother and godmother to his kids, but she isn’t happy because it wasn’t what she wanted out of life. Hyde, Kelso’s friend, hates Jackie and vice versa. After one night, they see another side of each other.

Are you okay? - Hyde talks to Kat after she gets diagnosed (dilf!hyde)

again and again - Gwen Runck is living the same day over and over. Will things turn out the same or will there be a different outcome? (Gwikki endgame)

Double Date - Jackie and Eric go on a double date with Hyde and Fez (takes place in late season 4/early season 5)

What if Donna goes blonde in season 4? - Feeling out of control and angry with her parents’ situation and her breakup with Eric, Donna decides to make a change (Burkciotti or Daquel endgame)

Pregnant (Jeia & Sarnate edition) - Feeling confused about her feelings for Nate, Leia decides to explore them. But what’ll happen when she lands pregnant with his baby? (Not a Neia endgame fic)

Pregnant (Geia & Janate edition) - Feeling confused about her feelings for Nate, Leia decides to explore them. But what’ll happen when she lands pregnant with his baby? (Not a Neia endgame fic)

Positive (Jikki) - Feeling hurt by Nate and Leia’s actions along with how their lives were going, Jay and Nikki start having sex as a way to feel better. What’ll happen when they wind up pregnant?

What? - After finding out that Anne-Marie is pregnant, Leia has a hard time taking in the fact that she'll be a grandmother at 45.

Get Together - In an attempt to get Danny and Chantay together, Kendra ends up developing feelings for Chantay (S8 au)

All the drama - What if Liberty wasn’t vilified in her own pregnancy? What if Ellie never likes Craig? What if Jazel stays together? What if Sean comes back for Ellie instead of Emma? What if JT doesn’t die? (S5 and beyond au)

Best Friend’s Brother - What if Leia develops feelings for Nate in the beginning instead of Jay? S1 AU.

That 90s Show Pilot Remix & Beyond - A mix of my verse’s pilot, canon’s, and the draft.

Summer 1998 - Leia comes back to Point Place to visit her friends and family for the summer. She ends up falling for her best friend Gwen's older brother Nate and vice versa. Only problem is that Nate doesn't have the best track with the ladies.

TBD - What if Eric and Jackie were together in the pilot instead of Kelso and Jackie? Season 1 and beyond au.

TBD #2 - Eric is still depressed over his breakup with Donna and wishes they never kissed. But what if his imagination involved him getting closer with a certain brunette?

TBD #3 - After a year, Leia returns to Point Place to start fresh. But what’ll happen when parts of her dreaded past come to life. Based off of Gossip Girl.

#that 70s show #that 90s show #upcoming fics #my fanfiction #t7s fanfiction #t9s fanfiction

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littlesistersti · 8 months ago

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List of stories ideas I want to write

Please provide feedback. I desperately need some and these all have dead-ends. So many dilemmas

Belarus x reader chapter book, titled The Girl in White

originally meant for F! reader but I can practice GN! reader

there is a scene involving the Brain Games version of Russian Roulette

Belarus and Ukraine switching between Russian and their native Belarusian and Ukrainian somewhere, I don’t know when

post 2020 update: no Russian

Reader is the observant type

many chapters of potential “dates” but they keep thinking “we’re friends, just another day of quality time”

don’t know if it’s human or countries

Yes, I know the title is a song with political origins. It’s on purpose, kinda... I’m afraid of referring to the event at some point in the fic because fans will attack me for using real dangerous events in a fanfic (like the “It’s wrong to write fanfics with 9/11″ thing)

I’ve no intention of writing “Belarus faints while the news replay the thing” or “Belarus comes home bloodied and the reader is worried because they haven’t heard from her in days”

I want to showcase the white and red flag but again, I’m afraid of doing something wrong over innocent intentions

besides, there’s some sort of cultural pride with “girl in white” from what I gathered

a Transformers and X-Men crossover, starring a techno-organic (like TFA Sari Sumdac) as the adopted daughter of Erik Lensherr

set in McAvoy, not Stewart, times

Erik is a little afraid of harming her because, you know, metal

Xavier and Erik both know she’s different (metal, not human but is she a mutant? Or what?) but not sure on the specifics

until a giant robot crashed the party

originally planned for TFP verse but I think I should writer it better as All Media or G1-esque or something close

is it better if everybody at the school knows protag is a techno-organic or no?

Seychelles taken by the Decepticons, a prequel to my absurd idea of a 4-way crossover

How is it she’s taken by KO and BD, charged under their watch, but then hangs out with the cassettes?

they’re both red and blue … why gut feeling says to choose one over the other?

Soundwave is designed after Capcom Kai’s ver

update: Seychelles won’t be affiliated with KOBD

speaking of which, a sequel to the crossover where KO proposed to BD with help from Seychelles (over video call) very extravagant human way

extra as in everybody in the perimeter watches you

most bots ignore because KO is being his usual

BD planned a tradition proposal like in IDW

this was supposed short, as in chapter length, found at the end of the crossover book

update: this is now separate

Loki is the mother of reader/oc

I originally thought about writing 2 ver: Norse myth ver like how Rick Riordan does it (but my creative liberties) & Marvel Cinematic Universe ver or an AU take on MCU

didn’t know about Lady Loki at the time

today I’ve decided to better not write the MCU

Update: eh why not, I’ll write it

story ends with the family watching Eurovision 2012 and as Loreen performs Euphoria, Loki and protag felt that

this could be a real book professionally published like Riordan’s books but I’m not sure of the legal stuff

am I allowed to include a copyrighted song in there? Am I better off with a fanfiction site?

this is supposed to be a story on self-discovery and accepting your sexual orientation/gender identity ... for Loki

but through the protag’s perspective and observations

yeah I could just write a different book of just Loki and the husband and kid but in Loki’s perspective

worse part is, I have no progress on the Original ver but spent time and effort on Marvel ver ... I imagined a Loki-esque dress and outfit

protag went to a Tony Stark hosted party with a friend (whose parents are affiliated with Stark or SHIELD, I don’t remember) and Loki sees protag wearing the dress and internally panics

cliché but someone spills something on the dress and Loki helps clean it up with his magic

I realized I don’t know how old is the protag

the Euphoria ver protag is a teenager, that’s all I know

she/they (is this a girl reader or a GN reader?) met Hel at younger age, made her a flower crown, doesn’t know she’s her half-sister until present time

why is the Loki thing so dang long

Update: I have changed plenty of the above plot. The Loki book (both Norse myth and Marvel ver’s) is no longer about accepting your identity but now about reconnecting with your biological mom. There’s plenty of real life stories on that sort of thing.

also update: this Loki thing is now a serious thing and I can’t explain anymore, will neither confirm/deny if any of the above will be included/scrapped

Marvel ver of the Loki story has a GN reader who is comfortable wearing dresses, that’s all I got. I remember brainstorming with my sister and “reader is a fan of the Avengers, groupie behaviour” and I kinda hate that. It felt like a different story.

#my stuff #my writing #my work

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luminouslumity · 3 years ago

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I've been having massive writer's block for this other thing I'm working on, so as a sort of writing exercise to get into the mood again, I decided to try my hand at writing something based on this post and this comic! @winterpower98, so sorry in advance for any artistic liberties I may have taken with the Stone Wukong AU. I've only read the comic so far. 😅

許你生生世世

無絕期的愛

Always and forever

In this heart of mine

It'd started out as just wanting to do away with the silence at first, but now the song came to him almost as naturally as breathing did. Macaque couldn't quite remember where he'd first heard it—there were alot of things he couldn't remember quite well, actually—but he knew it was ancient.

He could never finish it.

The song had originally been written as a duet, dedicated to the tragic lovers that were the moon goddess Chang'e and her husband Hou Yi, and Macaque couldn't help but laugh the first time he'd realized this. Of course, of course this would be the song that would suddenly get stuck in his head whenever he visited and tended to the statue!

Funny. There were versions where Chang'e had been the villain too. And though he'd never compare himself to the moon goddess, Macaque couldn't help but notice the similarities, either. He too was now being forced to live without his... his something. Friend? Almost lover?

But Chang'e and Hou Yi had actually been married, so perhaps it was a good thing he'd been too much of a coward to actually confess. And Sun Wukong wasn't dead, just turned to stone, which was probably worse. So close, yet still so far.

How like Sun Wukong to leave him behind once again. Really, he should've been used to this by now.

Sometimes he thinks he hears Lady Bone Demon's or the so-called Mayor's laughter whenever he neared the statue, as though this were all some sort of sick joke to them.

Macaque gritted his teeth at the thought as he continued to scrub harder, ignoring the pain in his shoulder. Sometimes the kids would join him, sometimes Sandy or Pigsy or Tang, but most of the time—like now—cleaning the statue was up to him and him alone.

"You don't have to do this," MK would tell him, especially on days when Macaque wasn't up to par—such as today—but the kid had never been more wrong. After everything they'd been through, he owed it to Wukong to make sure his statue was clean and—more importantly—safe. The Monkey King's current state had stayed a secret for now, but how long would it be before some overzealous demon barged in and tried to smash it? The wards would only stay up for so long, after all, and he was the only one strong enough to renew them without feeling drained.

All Macaque could do now was sing. Sing and hope he'd be able to find a cure someday. Preferably soon. MK was still mortal and...

Huh. Perhaps that was Lady Bone Demon's plan. Have MK die one way or another and only then would Sun Wukong be freed, but give into despair at having lost his apprentice. If this had been before things started to change—before he started to change—then perhaps he would've been impressed.

Which meant he only had to try harder.

There'd been a time when he'd wanted nothing more but to be the hero Sun Wukong was, but now? How did the saying go again?

Ah, yes.

Be careful what you wish for.

許你生生世世

無絕期的愛

Always and forever

In this heart of mine

Sun Wukong always waited for Macaque to sing the next verse, but it never came. Of course it never came. Though his physical form had been turned to stone, his mind had remained perfectly intact.

This wasn't like all those times he'd gotten trapped under a mountain.

This was worse.

Once he was free of this curse, he was going to kill Lady Bone Demon! Again!

And then maybe kill Macaque, too.

How could you be so stupid!? Wukong wanted to yell. Macaque was over exerting himself again, even though he was clearly in pain. Forget about me for once and focus on yourself! I'll be fine! But Monkey had a feeling that even if he were able to communicate in some way, Macaque still wouldn't listen.

Perhaps just slightly more irritating than Macaque tending to him while in such a horrid state was the fact that the shadow monkey had had the sheer audacity to confess his feelings for him now instead of doing the decent thing and wait for Wukong to get out! But no, he just had to do it when the Monkey King couldn't even respond!

Like you're any better! said a small voice at the back of Wukong's mind, but he tried to ignore it. If the roles had been reversed, Monkey liked to believe he wouldn't have been this cruel.

But it wasn't just Macaque he missed. MK and Mei would stop by whenever they could and tell him about their day, and he always regretted not being able to laugh along with them.

He tried not to think about the implications of this curse, of what would happen if he were free and MK wasn't... around. But when he wasn't thinking of the boy he'd grown to love as a son, his mind would go to his other children instead. His precious monkeys. He hoped they understood why their bàba hadn't come home yet.

A loud crashing sound broke his thoughts then. It sounded like thunder.

"No, no, no!" Wukong heard Macaque say. He'd just finished setting the incense, but the shadow monkey didn't leave to find shelter. "It's okay, Peaches! I can fix this!" It sounded like he was talking more to himself than Wukong.

You're going to catch your death this way!

But as always, Macaque couldn't hear him.

Sun Wukong had never liked the rain, but as a statue, he was grateful for it. It was the closest he would ever come to crying.

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #sun wukong #monkey king #the monkey king #macaque #six eared macaque #shadowpeach #over the moon #my writing

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thekatebridgerton · 2 years ago

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How would season one play out in the Male Eloise AU, if Marina was a male in this rather than a female? I just imagine Philipa looking after her sister Georgette who dies in childbirth (the two had to run away together from home as their father planned on sending Georgia away so she could have the baby and then have another couple take the children). To save her reputation, Philipa pretends to be Marin’s widow while searching for him to tell him the news. Plus just imagine how jealous Colin would be of Penelope’s handsome cousin while feeling conflicted over his feelings for his brothers love.

I didn't think that far ahead because in the books Phillip's children are biologically his.

But okay, let's play in the show verse. Baronet Martin Crane comes for a season in London because he has to marry or lose the family title. He is very eligible, because he's wealthy and titled, but has a dark secret the ton can't find out and it's that he dishonored an unknown young woman and drove her to his death.

He tries to court all the heiresses around him but he can't bring himself to propose to anybody. And he takes comfort in cousin Penelope, who actually listens when he says he wanted to marry his Georgia but her mother did not approve of him and sent his beloved away to a convent when she discovered he'd taken liberties.

Colin at first thinks Martin is a good man, but is wary about the rumors about him and how they might affect Penelope's reputation, so he befriends Martin and realizes he's really a good person.

Martin's father sends him a letter telling him Georgia died so Martin tries to become Mayfair's next obituary. But lucky Philly shows up pretending to be the lady he dishonored in question, claiming not to be dead but rather hiding, to give birth to his heirs. Oliver and Amanda.

Only Penelope knows that Philly is actually Georgia's sister, who took care of her at the convent, and traveled all the way to London to make Martin take responsibility for the children. Of course Martin immediately marries Philly and legitimatizes the children to give them a good life. But remains longing for Georgia.

In this case, Penelope publishing Martin's secret would have been to help Martin, as his father wouldn't be able to force him to annul the marriage to Philly and leave the children destitute, if the entire London knew about Martin's indiscretion. Penelope still destroyed Martin's reputation, but he moved to the country with Philly and doesn't plan to come back until his children are grown.

#genderbent marina #genderbent philoise #phiolise au

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battinsonrobert-archivess · 3 years ago

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noah, i am curious about cloud's style choices in hysteria and in the gotham au. how does she dress? is there a difference?

omg omg omg i love this question!!! this is such a fun one, because claudia's fashion choices are so much fun to me and i tend to think of them often depending on the verse and who she spends time with because she is essentially something of a mimic-y babe?

like, if she really likes someone she will take bits and pieces of their mannerisms and style choices. which is why, in some ways, though she is essentially the same person with JANUARY AND THE SANDBOX CREW in HYSTERIA that she is with BR.UCE in GO.THAM, claudia is like??? different in some ways, too!

but anyways, i think, essentially, i'd say in hysteria, her whole vibe would be like a christine mcCon.nell, pastel goth gf aka christine describing her own style herself, would be like claudia essentially, "I would say my personal aesthetic is probably closest to that of a dead, old lady who lives in a haunted mansion, and while I want visitors to feel cared for and comfortable, I hope they also feel a bit wary and suspicious.”

BECAUSE THAT IS MISS CLOUD IN THE HYSTERIA VERSE. SHE IS THE WOMAN WHO USED TO BE THE SICK LITTLE GIRL WHO LIVED IN THE HUGE MANSION IN TOWN WITH HER 5 SIBLINGS, WHO WEIRDLY HAD THEIR SHIT TOGETHER AND WERE ALLOWED OUT OF THE MANSION WHILE SHE HAD TO STAY IN, UP UNTIL SHE WAS 14. AND WHEN SHE WAS FINALLY OUT, SHE BASICALLY MISSED OUT OF THOSE SOCIAL DEVELOPMENT YEARS AND JUST sjkdhfsdkf so cloud's always felt the need to show she cared for others by copying them in small ways. which has led to people thinking of her as the town's weirdo. her siblings think it's funny, and i'm sure the sandlot crew do, too. but the classy, yet .....i guess outlandish way she dresses just.....makes the title work. she tries so hard to get attention tho and like tries to talk to people and her clothes make a point for people to look at her.

that's why i am so like .....conflicted on if i want to use ana or alexa for her because alexa d.emie just has that .....sense of .........avant garde fashion that cloud has. those totally out there fashion shoots. but also those professional fashion shoots that like display clothes that susana and ivan would make cloud wear so she'd look good.

though in go.tham i feel like claudia straight up dresses like more ...professional because it's not the suburbs and is a city? and it's gloomy as shit, so she'd wear more whites and browns. and like i feel like her father would frown on her for dressing more creatively even if she really wanted to. because in that verse because he's known to visit goth.am quite a lot, and checks in on his hotels. and he already has issue with some of her choices. and her fashion choices would drive him bananas if they were.....that outlandish. though i feel like with her suits being a little too big and her coats looking detective-esque, she does take some creative liberties. but she is under her father's thumb and is a bit scared of disobeying him. so she tries to look 'appropriate'. however, when she starts bothering bruce, i think it's more-so the last outfit mixed with more of the typical alexa d.emie photoshoot, just straight up whatever, because she just likes looking good and likes taking creative liberties with her clothes. she wants to look like claudia, fashionable, yes. but like herself. which means white or black and fun. literally have no idea if that makes sense because it's 4 am but i had to had to had to had to talk about miss cloud's fashion choices.

#c: claudia #writing: claudia #noahsfinishedworks*#thank you for sending me things !#long post tw #i will never shut the fuck up about cloud and her clothes

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justapoet · 4 years ago

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For a word, how about "heart"?

Thank you so much for sending it ❤️

So, I wanted a word to write something ― a poem, actually ― out of it. It kind of works when I put in my head that the poem is not for me, but for someone else (it's been a while since I wrote one and I missed it a lot).

Thus, basically, I wrote you a poem. Kinda. But because it was you, especifically, who sent the word, I might have done something a little bit out of my original idea, and I really hope that's okay (if it's not, please tell me and I'll delete this ask forthwith).

I'm a complete sucker for your AU "The Kingdom Lights Shine Just for Me and You" ― I swear, I love it so, so much ― and I took the liberty of writing a poem "for" ― not quite ― your story.

(Again, if you don't like it and want me to delete this ask, just say it. I never meant to overstep).

Anyway, it's like a letter ― but in the structure of a poem ― from Carlos to TK. Not quite love at first sight, as they are together more out of convenience and fate (I think), but Carlos' first impressions towards the Prince in a really and deeply metaphorical way (sure, you can see the moon eyes just through the verses at some point).

The poem will be under the cut because I got excited about it, and it got longer than I thought it would get. The word "heart" is in the first line already.

I suck with titles but I named this one as "Dead-roses garden". My psedonym is "Lady", so I'll sign the poem as such (therefore, that part has nothing to do with the story).

I hope you like it! :)

Dead-roses garden

Somewhere within the heart and the void, I have found a promise

An empty one, for hollow feelings shall not fulfill words

Somewhere amidst the death and the poem, I have found a river

Without peace, outwardly alive ― with living and bewailing ghosts

Down the beat the stream leads, I have found a corner

Its darkness surrounded by the edge of the cliff

An old path for the broken-hearted ― a new one for those who grieve

A hardwood door with a golden handle

Falling to pieces ― much like this world

Guarding a trail of gravel and ashes, and each one that passes is whispering hurt;

And by the end of the shadow, I have found a castle

A palace of bones ― yours, I dare to suppose

The flickering light from each stone and vessel hardly seen among the dirt;

Of an unknown past thee must have foreseen ― and somehow it departed before it was done

In glory and misery, then, thou shall lay, hidden behind a name and a throne

And a smile, although it prevails cloudless in amid the splinterings

I have deceived long tolerably myself for my soul to believe it

And, although I reside silent as my footfalls cease

My heart betrays me, thou see

Thundering, unannouncedly striking my vaultings against my lungs

Breathlessly, I halt undeviatingly in front of your harbor

Emeralds mercilessly sharping through my armor

Stabbing my soul and weakening my convictions

For thy broken mold still longs for light from the exterior;

Thy voice, honeyed and vacillating, queries on blank but my journey

Thy silence, unhearing and inured, longs to know what I beget ere me

My doubts, withdrawn and raising, desire to walk further into this path, lonely

For I see more than thou might share, for there is more than thou might want to burden.

Beyond these walls, there is a garden;

Filled with dead-roses, for they could not withstand the cold

There is a path, a broken clock that lost its timing

A heartsick dream inside a vow that did not endure for its oaths

Beyond this trail, there is a grove

In which the grieving river springs

There is a house, a forgotten chapel with broken vows and missing bricks

And, over the stage, there is a shadow ― royally playing its part

It has a crown; it has a fasces; it has a worn-out, weary smile

And it keeps performing, so tragically ― now for an audience of one

It does not falter, it does not shatter, for broken things are already gone

But it does fade after a while, for amid every tile, there is the sun

There is thy kindness and thy's compassion

There is thou still trying to come aft to what was lost;

Thy smile creeping through the sadness of a past that the future forgot

Thine emeralds a tad brighter ― and the flowers I may offer might just not dry

The soil of the dead-roses garden might ― perhaps ― come back to life

And the river of wailing ghosts might be silent as we cross the bridge

The hard wooden door conceivably is not the end of the cliff

And I feel my heart giving in, my blood poisoned for what there is no cure

For somewhere within the heart and the void, I have found a promise I long to endure.

― Lady.

#my writing #asks #answered ask #221bsunsettowers #i really hope you like it #if you don't please tell me tho #poem #poems #poetry #it's kind of #tarlos #related i think #i mean it is #but there's a whole context #and y'all should read the context because this AU is AMAZING #really everyone should read it #it's brilliant

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dcbbw · 4 years ago

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Drake. Singing "Jolene" in the shower. Please please pretty please. xoxoxo

Hahahahahahahahahaahahaha, BURNS!!!! Hopefully I delivered what you were looking for.

To provide context/background to whomever reads this, @burnsoslow and I have random late-night convos that cover a whole range of topics. The other night, we were discussing Drake Walker’s taste in music. I see him liking old-school country and 70s rock (think The Eagles and Fleetwood Mac). Then I got this image of Drake in the shower singing Dolly Parton’s Jolene, a song about a woman pleading with a temptress not to take her man.

Well, then the question became which Drake? The answer is below the cut.

Song lyrics are from Jolene and are the property of their respective owner(s). Forgive me, Dolly for taking liberties with some of your words, but Burnsy came up with the BEST name!

Thanks to my bears for pre-reading!

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Answer has hints of lemon.

Driam

Drake Walker was in the shower, his fingers working shampoo into his thick, brown hair. As suds bubbled over his scalp and transformed his mane into a white, soapy cap he sang.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him just because you can

Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green Your smile is like a breath of spring Your voice is soft like summer rain And I cannot compete with you Jolene

Liam joined him, the hot water pelting his body as Drake began the second verse. Liam’s heart twisted at Drake’s song choice. Coronation was mere hours away; Liam would be fully duty bound to Cordonia and her soon-to-be Queen before the night was over.

“You have no competition, love,” Liam murmured against Drake’s wet skin as he stepped behind his lover, his arms encircling his waist, hands splayed across Drake’s hips.

Drake stopped singing. “Hey, Li,” he said softly.

“This Jolene is not an apt description of Lady Riley. She sounds more like Duchess Olivia,” Liam frowned as his hand began stroking Drake’s length.

“Ha! Never made the connection, but I suppose you’re right.” Drake’s eyes closed in both bliss and hurt at his King’s touch.

“I swear on everything Drake, Lady Riley won’t come between us and what we have. It’s just a temporary situation.”

Drake stepped closer under the shower head, letting the water rinse the shampoo; rivulets of soapy water rand down his back, causing Liam to release his hold from Drake.

“Did you hear me, love?”

Drake nodded, not trusting himself to speak. If his lips parted now, he would tell Liam the truth and he had promised Riley she could be the one to tell Liam.

Liam’s choice would refuse his proposal. Because she had chosen Drake. And they were leaving for America in a week.

It broke Drake’s heart, but he and Liam would never be together they way they both wanted and deserved. Everyone was free to love the way they wanted to except the King. And Liam would never, could never give his country the attention it needed if Drake were in the picture.

Already, he was planning to divorce a Queen he hadn’t even married.

Drake would say his goodbyes to Liam after Riley broke the news. He wondered if he could ever say goodbye to Liam. The man was ingrained in his mind, his skin, his very soul.

He had to. It was for the best. It was for Cordonia.

Commoner’s Wife AU Drake

The Duchess of Valtoria blearily opened one eye, letting out a loud groan at the time. 9 am. Her head hurt and her mouth was dry from consuming too much alcohol and not enough food at the charity gala her Great House had hosted the night before. She had been too busy being the dutiful wife and gracious hostess.

She sipped whiskey with her husband, Drake, as they made their rounds; their smiles were wide, and their questions sincere as they networked with their fellow nobles. She drank wine with the ladies of court while the men smoked cigars. She had flitted from table to table during dinner, making sure everyone was full and happy, with a martini in her hand.

When she finally sat down to eat with her husband, the orchestra had begun to play, and the Duke and Duchess led everyone in the first dance.

The entire evening, her eyes constantly strayed to the King, who had escorted Duchess Olivia to the soiree. Riley’s eyes narrowed whenever Liam’s fingers touched Olivia’s. Her jaw clenched when she saw the King and Duchess dancing, his hands placed just above her buttocks and her slender, pale arms snaked around his neck.

Her husband saw it all.

Riley rolled onto her back, her head sinking into her pillow. She had already decided she wasn’t going to do anything other than hydrate and pop ibuprofen. Her phone buzzed; her hand reached out to grab it.

Liam: Last night’s gala was magnificent, yet pales compared to the shining jewel that is you. The Crown’s contribution is forthcoming. I miss you.

Riley deleted the message and tossed her phone back onto the bedside table. Fuck you and Olivia.

She had just risen from the bed to use the bathroom when she heard the shower turn on. Drake. She decided she would kiss her husband good morning and plead hangover to get out of any plans he may have made for them for the day. What good was being a Duchess if one couldn’t take a day to rest and relax?

And sulk over one’s lover being lovey-dovey with someone else.

Riley entered the bathroom, hearing Drake singing. She raised an eyebrow. Two things Drake didn’t do: sing and dance. She listened to his voice, a deep bass, singing an old Dolly Parton tune. But the words were wrong.

She talks about you in her sleep And there's nothing I can do to keep From crying when she calls your name JoLiam

And I can easily understand How you could easily take my girl But you don't know what she means to me JoLiam

Riley’s hand covered her O-shaped mouth. Did Drake know? The twisting in her stomach was not so much about being caught; she did have enough love for Drake to not want him to be hurt. It just wasn’t strong enough to overcome her need for Liam.

She hastily coughed to announce her presence; the singing stopped.

“Brooks?” Drake called out.

Riley stuck her head in the shower; the spray lightly peppered her skin. “Good morning,” she said softly.

Drake grinned. “Good morning.”

“Hey, how about waffles for breakfast? And that thick cut bacon you like?”

Drake looked at her in confused surprise. “Are you up for it? You had more than your share of liquor last night.”

Riley kissed Drake’s wet lips, slipping in a little bit of tongue. “You’re my husband! Of course I’m up for it. And anything else you may want to do today.”

Drake looked searchingly over his wife’s expression. “Are you sure?”

Riley nodded, a bright smile on her face. “Positive!”

Drake soaped his washcloth. “Brooks, are you happy? With me?”

Riley swallowed over the lump in her throat. “There’s no one I’d rather be with,” she lied.

She left the bathroom to cook breakfast before her husband saw the truth in her eyes.

Upstate AU Dramien

Heavy rain poured outside while Drake Walker and Damien Nazario lay in bed watching the Saved by the Bell reboot on one of their many streaming services. It was 10 am, but with no lights on their bedroom, the room was as dark as if it were still 6 am.

“Thank GOD we cleaned out the gutters last weekend,” Drake commented.

“Hmmmm”, Damien responded absently.

He wasn’t the house person. He liked the idea of home ownership: It represented adulthood and was a great investment, but the work it took to keep up the house and protect it from unnecessary problems? The tree pruning, gutter cleaning, keeping sewage lines clear? Drake took care of that or found folks who would.

“You know, it doesn’t get dark like this in the city when it rains,” Drake observed as they watched Lexi shy away from kissing Jaime because he really liked Aisha.

“The lights from all the stores and office buildings penetrate the cloud cover.” Damien shifted in the bed to pull more sheets over his body. His eyes were glued to the screen. “Why does it not surprise me that Zack Morris is an absentee father?”

“I wonder why Jessie is still hanging in there with her loser husband. He’s having an emotional affair with a character from his book!”

“And now said character is pregnant.”

Drake shook his head as he grabbed the remote to turn the television off. He glanced over at Damien. “Breakfast?”

Damien nodded. “I’ll cook if you wash the dishes.”

“I cleaned the gutters so we don’t have to worry about it raining on our heads. You cook and do dishes, and I’ll take care of dinner.”

“Deal”

Drake climbed out of bed. “I’m gonna grab a shower.”

“In our new manly bathroom?” Damien teased.

“It was PINK! ALL OVER! Like a teenage girl puked up everything Pinterest in there! Even the toilet was pink.”

“I like pink!” Damien argued.

“You like everything I don’t.” Drake gave Damien a quick kiss on his lips and padded into their master bath.

Alone in the bed, Damien stretched before getting up and making the bed. He then went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. The sounds of the shower and Drake’s singing greeted him.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him just because you can

You could have your choice of men But I could never love again He's the only one for me Jolene

“Why are you begging Jolene to leave me alone?” Damien teased as he stepped into the shower with his lover.

“Why aren’t you cooking breakfast? Drake countered.

“I missed you,” Damien replied as he grabbed his washcloth.

Drake looked at him knowingly. “You think I’m going to do the cooking as well as the home improvements.” He shook his head. “Not happening.”

“Jolene would happily do it.”

“I’m not Jolene. And she needs to stay 50 feet away from your ass.”

“I love it when you’re jealous.”

Drake grabbed Damien around his waist and pushed his back against wet tile. “How about some … dessert before breakfast?”

Damien kissed Drake deeply. “Always down for dessert.”

“But only if you’re making it with me,” Drake clarified.

“Jolene only cooks breakfast.”

DC AU Drake (Issa throwback)

It was the morning after Drake Walker had broken up with Riley Brooks inside of the Columbia Heights Target. He hadn’t slept a wink and was hoping a hot shower would soothe his red, burning eyes and relax him enough to get some type of rest.

Or wash away his guilt.

He stepped beneath the water, wishing there was someone he could talk to, but he didn’t even have an explanation for what had happened. He wanted to call Brooks and see how she was holding up; they had been friends too long for it to just end that way. But Drake had no idea what to say to make it better, and she was hurting enough.

As he shampooed his hair, a memory came to him.

Drake was in the shower, his hair filled with suds and his conditioner bottle in his hand, his mouth to it as if it were a microphone. He was belting out Dolly Parton’s 9 to 5, and so caught up in the song he didn’t notice that Riley had slipped into the shower behind him.

She stood, her hands crossed over her chest as she giggled. Drake turned quickly, dropping the bottle; he grinned at her sheepishly. “You heard that, huh?”

“You’re missing the boobs and hair, but you kinda nailed it.”

“Ya think?” Drake picked up the conditioner.

“I didn’t peg you as a Dolly Parton fan.” Riley stepped in front of him to let the water wet her body.

“She is ICONIC, and we do not deserve her!” Drake began to shampoo his girlfriend’s hair. “Did you know rumor has it she wrote Jolene and I Will Always Love You on the same day?”

Riley squirted her rose and peony scented bodywash onto her washcloth. “Really? Homegirl was going through that day.”

“But she’s been married to her husband for over 50 years,” Drake pointed out.

Riley turned to face him. Her hands pressed against his shoulders. “Doesn’t mean they didn’t have problems.” Her eyes looked into Drake’s, the slightest hint of uncertainty in them. “We’re good, right?”

Drake looked at her, puzzled. “Why do you ask that?”

“I just don’t want to be hurt. Or killed.”

Drake pulled Riley closer. “You’ve been watching too many Lifetime movies.”

“Maybe.” Riley laid her head on his shoulder. “I just … “

“Shhhhhh,” Drake interrupted her. “You’re it, Brooks. We’re good. We’ll always be good.”

Drake wiped a soapy cloth over his torso. He shook his head, wondering what the hell he was going to do. Brooks deserved an apology, an explanation. But he had to find the words, because right now it was looking like he was thinking with his dick.

And Alyssa Devereaux was so much more.

Devereaux. She deserved the truth.

Drake had to find a lotta words.

Fuck!

Another Dolly Parton song popped into his head and in a cracked voice, he began to sing.

I had to have this talk with you My happiness depends on you And whatever you decide to do Jolene

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him even though you can Jolene, Jolene

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#long post #dcbbw answers #Jolene ask #very slightly, lightly ns*w #drake walker

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thisweekingundamwing · 5 years ago

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This Week in Gundam Wing 12-18 July 2020

Here’s this week’s roundup!

Remember to give your content creators some love! And join in on the events at the bottom!

~Mod Hel

Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:

@anaranesindanarie

Man Lion Thing Dude (Ch. 11) https://archiveofourown.org/works/22449241/chapters/61250557

Mature

Trowa Barton/Duo Maxwell, Triton Bloom/Duo Maxwell

Duo Maxwell, Triton Bloom, Heero Yuy, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Relena Peacecraft, Dorothy Catalonia, Rashid Kurama, Catherine Bloom, Original Trowa Barton, Treize Khushrenada, Zechs Merquise, Lady Une, Sister Helen (Gundam Wing), Maxwell Shinpu | Father Maxwell, OC's, Original Characters, Hilde Schbeiker, Lucrezia Noin, Solo (Gundam Wing), Long Meilan

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Were-Creatures, Angst, Alternate Universe, Supernatural Creatures, Family Problems, Arranged Marriage, body guards, mentions of torture, Smut, Wizards, Magic, spells

Duo Maxwell is estranged from the last of his remaining family who are demanding that he return home for an important announcement. Meanwhile, Duo has been having strange encounters with 'wild' animals, all of whom seem to be hunting him.

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

Bad Publicity https://archiveofourown.org/works/25358377

M/F, Heero Yuy/Reader

Heero Yuy, Reader, Hilde Schbeiker

Romance, Drama, Reader Insert, Alternate Universe

You stared, eyes wide with horror, at the front page’s headlines. You quickly made your way to the kitchen, sitting down at the table to scan the article’s content.

@chronicwhimsy

Strangers (Ch. 7) https://archiveofourown.org/works/24357013?view_full_work=true

Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell, Background Quatre x Relena, Background Heero x Trowa - Character

OC - Oliver McGann

Long Lost Twins, this was meant to be hijinks but then I got reminded these boys have Issues, Pining, Duo is a stressed-out jerk who needs a holiday, Post-EW, Frozen Teardrop can do one, sex in later chapters

If you said the word "brother" to Duo Maxwell, he'd think of the other pilots.

If you said, "no, your long-lost brother" to Duo Maxwell, he'd think of Solo and be very confused.

If you said, "no, your twin brother you were separated from at birth, and he's now working with the Preventers as a lawyer" to Duo Maxwell, he would go and punch his doppelganger.

Duo Maxwell isn't good at dealing with things, but unfortunately this particular thing isn't going to go away that easily.

@doctormegalomania

Your Body’s Poetry (Ch. 21) https://archiveofourown.org/works/20438891/chapters/61448776

Mature

Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei/Original Female Character(s), Relena Peacecraft & Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell/Original Male Character(s)

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Sally Po, Relena Peacecraft, Lucrezia Noin, Zechs Merquise, Hilde Schbeiker

Past Relationship(s), Slice of Life, Post-Break Up, Slow Burn, Developing Relationship, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence

Long after the wars, long after peace is established the Gundam Pilots discover one immovable fact: Relationships are hard work.

@duointherain

Beneath: Leprechauns and Clovers (Ch. 8) https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/623591090469191680/fic-beneath-leprechauns-and-clovers-8

Note: I am taking wild liberties with Irish lore.

“I sorry,” Duo said, genuinely sorry he couldn’t give them what they were asking for, “but I don’t speak Banshee. I barely speak fucking proper Earth English and fuck does that piss folk off sometimes. Why can’t I just kill him? He can’t fuck Rey if he’s dead.”

Beneath: Leprechauns and Clovers (Ch. 9) https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/624032787912114176/fic-beneath-leprechauns-and-clovers-9

Note: I’m doing Google’s CSSI this summer and one of the cool things they gave us was like an hour long lecture by Dr. Adia Gooden on unconditional self-worth. So that’s where the good advice comes from in this chapter. Link at the bottom.

Fingers on his forehead, thumbs on his jawbones, Duo applied pressure and tried to force back the confusion and irritation. For one thing, he was very, very tired of being outside of his body. This shit wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to be real, but there he lay on the hearth, hair undone like some maiden in a story with the defense rating of an unattended pastry.

@lifeaftermeteor

LAM!Verse https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/624025327508832256/private-island-location-redacted-fiji-south

Private Island [location redacted]

Fiji, South Pacific

12 August 211

“You’re in my sun,” Quatre said with a grimace, his eyes still closed, to the shadow looming over him.

Respite https://archiveofourown.org/works/25361758

F/F, Lucrezia Noin/Sally Po, Sally Po/Lady Une, Lucrezia Noin/Lady Une, Lucrezia Noin/Sally Po/Lady Une

Romance, Slice of Life, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Post-Canon, Post-Series, Post-Endless Waltz, Non-binary character, Non-Binary Noin, Polyamory

Noin, Po, and Une take some time away from their responsibilities and daily lives to take a much-deserved romantic retreat out into the woods.

Pride https://archiveofourown.org/works/25361545

Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Post-Canon, Post-Series, Post-Endless Waltz, Fluff, Pride, Gay Pride, Short & Sweet, Slice of Life, Asexual Character, Asexual Duo Maxwell

Duo has only recently come to terms with his asexuality. It took him a long time to understand it, and even longer to embrace it as inherently part of himself. To celebrate, Heero takes him out onto the streets for New York City’s Pride.

Yoiko

Ai no Gekisen (Ch. 12) https://archiveofourown.org/works/7947910/chapters/61463575

Explicit

Gundam Wing, Ai no Kusabi

Zechs Merquise/Heero Yuy

Zechs Merquise, Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton

Rape/Non-Con, dark themes, Sexual Slavery, Bondage, this is not BDSM because there is no consent, Spanking, Public Humiliation, Public Sex, Literal objectification, Aphrodisiacs, Chastity Device, Non-Consensual Drug Use, stress positions, Threats, no actual incest happens in this story

"Given your condition," Zechs said, opting for amusement, "I can't really ask you your name. I think I'll name you 'Heero.' "

katopiyo

Answers https://archiveofourown.org/works/25370617

Duo Maxwell/Quatre Raberba Winner, Duo Maxwell & Quatre Raberba Winner

Post-EW

Duo and Quatre try to kill time on the shuttle back from the former pilots’ and the Preventers’ annual Christmas bash.

Fanart/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/623923080739340288/i-really-need-to-take-up-art-again-gundamwing

WuFei Chang, fanart

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/623975050404642817/went-in-and-made-a-water-color-version-i-dug-up

WuFei Chang in color, fanart

@cynfinnegan

https://cynfinnegan.tumblr.com/post/623545925500010497/a-couple-more-gundam-wing-memes-this-time

Relena Darlian/Peacecraft, memes

@gundayum

https://gundayum.tumblr.com/post/623787099348402176/here-have-grown-up-hilde-in-a-god-damn-wedding

Hilde Schbeiker, fanart

@gwfrozentears

https://gwfrozentears.tumblr.com/post/623589386981949440/the-others-gundam-pilots-i-love-duoooo

WuFei Chang, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, & Duo Maxwell, fanart

@janaverse

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/623375597101596672/i-am-duo-maxwell-is-done-and-contains-as-much

Duo Maxwell, edit

@lemontrash

https://lemontrash.tumblr.com/post/622889139332956160/gundam-wing-art-party-had-a-voice-chat-party

WuFei Chang, fanart

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@cuteciboulette

https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/623474633219424256/cynfinnegan-super-robot-wars-dd-no-relena

@cynfinnegan (for the original game trailer)

Ok so I might have gotten a tiiiiny screen cap heavy here on Heero and most of all Duo…

(Also, the Gundams are so damn cute!!)

Here is Heero & Wing

https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/623475306697801728/cynfinnegan-super-robot-wars-dd-no-relena

And here’s Duo & Deathscythe Hell (for whom and which I had to make a selection because I took 20 cap of DS, 12 of Duo + all 6 “avatars” variations).

https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/623628937542680576/i-cant-remember-if-i-ever-own-this-sheet-of-gw

Gundam Wing Stationary page

@janaverse

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/623994461266034688/every-activity-in-the-household-is-up-for-grabs

Duo Maxwell, Sims, screencap

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/623555650802401280/duo-is-thinking-about-a-what-to-do-next-b

Duo Maxwell, Sims, screencap

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/623552160137953280/heero-playing-refuge-and-dodging-arrows

Heero Yuy, Sims, screencap

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/623551604048723968/i-titled-this-one-holy-crap-poor-duo-because-it

Heero Yuy, Sims, screencap

Head Canons:

@jinsai-ish

https://jinsai-ish.tumblr.com/post/623456882470928384/random-thoughts-on-gundam-wing-and-coffee-not

Random Thoughts on Gundam Wing and coffee

Fandom Discourse:

@lifeaftermeteor

https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/623926733835583488/worldbuilding-in-the-ac-univere

World building collection on AO3

Quotes:

@helmistress

https://helmistress.tumblr.com/post/623998635640815616/duo-goth-clowns-are-just-mimes-quatre-my

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

Quatre & Duo

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/623557208176754688/trowa-i-dont-really-like-this-mission-peer

Trowa & Heero

MoodBoard/Aesthetics/Playlists:

@lifeaftermeteor

https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/623995934438752256/respite-lifeaftermeteor

Noin/Sally/Une compilation

https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/623995413604810752/pride-lifeaftermeteor

Heero/Duo compilation

Calendar Events:

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday, July 24th! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/623987548985966592/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-july

In need of SUMMER & FALL/AUTUMN prompts!

@gwoc-october

GW OC October 2020!

Help pick out prompts! https://gwoc-october.tumblr.com/post/621130082429337600/hello-gundam-wing-folks-thats-right-gw-oc

@seasons-of-gundamwing

Summer of Hilde!

Needs more prompts! https://seasons-of-gundamwing.tumblr.com/post/622567839387271168/summer-of-hilde-prompt-call

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar

https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/624053314842230784/event-calendar-update

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #12-18 July 2020

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rubberchickeny · 5 years ago

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Jaime/Brienne prompt in ASOIAF (book) verse!

I wanted to stretch my writing muscles and do a prompt in the ASOIAF universe rather than GoT or mod AU. I likeblue prompted me with first kiss and defending honor, and I of course used the opportunity to write Hyle Hunt. If there is one thing I want from Winds, it’s to see how Jaime meets Hyle.

And yes, the whole business of Lady Stoneheart is crammed into a couple of paragraphs. (Now there’s a writing exercise for you!

On with the show:

Honor and virtue

Ser Hyle Hunt was certainly aware of Brienne of Tarth’s journey through the Riverlands with the Kingslayer. Ser Hyle had personally heard the given name of the Kingslayer come out of Brienne’s too wide mouth when her near festering cheek wound had her fevered and delusional. The brotherhood without banners had called her the Kingslayer’s whore.

’Another case of Renly,’ he had thought. What else could he deduce when the said man was the handsomest in Westeros and the maid known far and wide as one of the ugliest. ’Brienne the Beauty’ they had called her, and Hyle had taken part, once. T’was nothing but the truth, after all. He did not think Lannister had had a true taste of her, but even if he had, that made no difference to him. Maybe another disappointment like that would sweeten the value of his proposal.

The proposal he had made to Brienne before they encountered the brotherhood had been a good, honest deal, for both of them. Hyle respected Brienne enough to not insult her with pretty words better used on prettier maids. Brienne knew the truth, and what Hyle was offering was amiable partnership. He would get to be the husband of the next Evenstar of Tarth, and she would gain the respectability of a husband and the freedom to keep wearing a man’s mail. Hyle had no interest in ruling over Tarth or over his wife; he was happy to be a consort and someday have his child rule Tarth.

The maid should appreciate his genuine offer of the marriage bed as well, Hyle thought. She wasn’t likely to get other, respectable offers. Ser Hyle was not bad looking, and he could tolerate her well enough. Of course the lady had not said yes yet, but Ser Hyle knew it was just a matter of time until she saw sense.

If she ever got the chance.

Ser Hyle had lost the track of time since Brienne of Tarth had left both Ser Hyle and her young squire to the hands of the brotherhood without banners and went to retrieve the Kingslayer. The maid was stubborn to a fault, but even Hyle had been surprised when she had been ready to let herself hang for the sake of protecting a Lannister. It was only the act of starting to hang Pod that had changed her mind. Sadly Podrick was not faring very well, but he tried to stay brave for his ”ser lady” that was coming back for them.

In hindsight Ser Hyle might have suspected, but the unpleasant truth was that while he didn’t see Brienne as entirely unbecoming, he found it impossible to believe a man like Lannister could find her comely. A man like Jaime Lannister had to have had more than his fair share of offers, bound by oath to celibacy or not. Why would he be interested in a maid like Brienne of Tarth?

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Jaime Lannister had known something was wrong when he let Brienne lead him away. The Wench could not lie to save her life, and as hard as she might try to feign it, Jaime could see she had been hurt badly, and the movements she made were unnatural and stilted. The first time she was forced to remove the dirty bandage off her cheek he had been shocked despite himself.

”That isn’t…is that a human bite, Lady Brienne?” he had asked, trying to appear calmer than he really felt.

What had he send her to, and what all had been done to her? Had someone succeeded in that which many had failed, and gotten her virtue, as well? He didn’t want to risk hurting her more by asking, but he had to know if he had failed her in this, too. The memory of how much Pia had changed between his two visits to Harrenhal was still fresh in his mind, and he thanked the Maiden when Brienne finally managed to answer him no.

After a two days journey they finally reached their destination.

When Jaime saw what had once been Catelyn Stark and was now Lady Stoneheart, he was truly speechless for perhaps the first time in his life. Life had been cruel to Catelyn and her family, and by the looks of her, death had been no kinder. This was not the high born lady that Brienne had served, but a cold, vengeful wraith set on bringing pain to everyone who had ever dreamed of hurting her or her family.

There had been an attempt at a trial, and it had not surprised Jaime when Brienne offered to be his champion in a trial by combat. Lady Stoneheart was spitting mad, wheezing that Brienne of Tarth had once been her sword and now she had given away her honor and virtue and loyalty for the likes of the Kingslayer.

The fight turned into a blood bath. If Lady Stoneheart’s own hadn’t turned against her, they both would have surely died. The one they called Thoros of Myr had changed the tide of the battle, and instead of dead on the battlefield, the Wench was now bleeding while an ill looking young boy tried to staunch the flow.

”So this is the Kingslayer. The man you were willing to let us all die for.”

The words came from another prisoner of Lady Stoneheart’s who had survived the chaos by joining the fight. He had brown hair and eyes, and a bleeding nose. Jaime found it impossible to tell if his nose had been as crooked and swollen before the fight broke out, as his overall appearance was quite battered.

The boy tending to the Wench’s wounds looked at the other man with clear anger coming off of him in waves.

“Ser—Lady Brienne came back for us. She saved you!”

“It’s fine, Pod,” Brienne calmed the boy down with a steady, heavy hand on his shoulder. The boy continued his work in silence, but seemed mollified.

The other man did not let down, however.

“I always knew you liked a pretty face, Brienne, but surely not Jaime Lannister.”

Jaime was getting enough of this man with no manners. “Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?”

“I am Ser Hyle Hunt. I know the lady well.”

Jaime said nothing, waiting for Brienne to acknowledge the situation and explain her relationship to this insolent man.

She did not.

Ser Hyle continued, “I made a fair offer of marriage, but she would rather do the same as she did with Renly and just moon at your beautiful face from afar. Because that’s what will happen, Brienne.”

This was news to Jaime. Brienne looked embarrassed. Jaime knew of course of the three broken betrothals, but he had never much considered any new proposals coming her way. She was the future Evenstar, so naturally there would be many hedge knights ready to deal with much worse than her for a chance at that, even with the war raging on and the future of Tarth undetermined.

“You are speaking to a high born Lady, Ser.” Jaime ground out.

“I am speaking to the lady who the brotherhood called the Kingslayer’s whore. A roll in the hay is all you’re going to get from him, Brienne, when I’m the one—“

Suddenly Ser Hyle was down on the ground, holding his nose which was spouting fresh blood.

“Do not call him the Kingslayer in my presence ever again.” Brienne enunciated slowly, “Without him you would not be alive. He has never besmirched my honor, which is more than can be said for you.”

Despite the less than ideal circumstances Jaime felt quite pleased, but he could not let go of what the Wench had said.

“What do you mean he has besmirched your honor?”

Knowing Jaime and sensing the danger, Brienne refused to explain further, saying only that what was past was in the past. Still, Jaime wanted to make sure this Ser Hyle knew where he stood. He crouched over to Hyle and said quietly, “I better not hear of this again. I take care of what’s mine, and we Lannisters always pay our debts.”

As he got up, he continued, “You might start looking for another wench to woo. This one is spoken for.”

Ser Hyle all but sputtered as Jaime yanked Brienne close to his chest and kissed her, bleeding and all.

The kiss was intense; fierce but sweet just like the Wench herself, and if Jaime was lucky Brienne would not hit him for taking liberties on her person once they were done. Jaime could taste her blood but he did not mind; they were warriors and they were alive. In fact, it was kissing Brienne that made him feel so alive; like he was still a young man, a man who could do anything! Even become a better man.

Once they came out for air, Brienne did not hit him, but yanked him back and kissed him in turn. It was fumbling and glorious and gave him goose bumps all over.

If Jaime had had a thought to spare, he might have noticed Pod happily grinning at a sour looking Ser Hyle.

#jaime brienne #jaime x brienne #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #hyle hunt #fanfiction prompt #book verse

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mayhemxmugglesxmagic · 4 years ago

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Titanic verse – Pansy (AU)

Tag: AU: a neglected weed -- ignorant of liberty (Pansy)

“ Ladies do not appeal, do not beg, and do not grovel. “

Perseus Parkinson III, a penniless con-man seduced and married one Beatrice Parkinson (nee’ Burke) of Derby in the summer of 1888. Beatrice was the only child of the Earl of Derby, and the sole heir of the family fortune. Her Father disapproved of the match, and forbid her from seeing Perseus ever again. Headstrong, she did not listen. In August of 1888 she accessed her father’s vaults, taking jewels, antiques, heirlooms, and money. The pair disappeared into the night.

The newly weds lived well, and despite her father’s meddling were able to live the high life, jumping from one friends home to the other, checking into hotels, traveling abroad, etc. By the middle of 1890 she would fall pregnant and give brith to a lovely baby girl whom they called Pansy.

By the time Pansy was four, the money had run out, and Beatrice was deathly ill. She passed in January of 1895. Perseus seeing a new opportunity used his wife’s passing to scam friends and strangers alike for as long as he could. He then turned his attention to his daughter, who -- in his mind, was his ticket to the highlife once again. He taught her how to act, speak, think and charm the high classes, and used her to gain access to their homes, and private lives. While this proved successful, it could not last.

By the spring of 1909, when Pansy was 19, their names and their con had spread across the very circles her father wished to infiltrate by striking a good match for his daughter, and the jig was up in many respects. Pansy took this in stride -- they could move on. Perseus however, only saw it as s et back. During a smaller con in 1911, her father happened to secure two first class cabins from the extremely private, reclusive, and highly influential Selwyn family of Darlington, on the maiden voyage of the Titanic. They would be unable to attend due to failing health and Perseus leapt at the opportunity.

New identities as the Selwyn’s, a long journey on a ship full of highly influential families, endless opportunities to secure Pansy’s -- and by extension his own, place in high society through a good marriage and new contacts. Once aboard he gets to work.

Pansy is on the precipice of leaving her father’s lifestyle behind. Before the journey she’d gained employment as a typist for an aging solicitor located in Staffordshire, a position she quite enjoyed, and frequently used to write her own short stories and suffragette literature without being disturbed. Coerced aboard the ship by her father’s endless promises of a better life, and a duty drilled into her since brith she’s at war with the ideals she’s coming to claim as her own and her father’s lifestyle. She plans on slipping away from him when they dock, and making her own way in the world. She wants to use her time on the Titanic to make connections that will serve her in this next chapter of her life, and keep her father at bay. However, that is easier said than done when the man has hooks as sharp as Pansy’s tongue.

Two days into the voyage Perseus Parkinson -- known to the passengers and crew as Richard Selwyn disappeared. The last person seen with the man was his daughter (known to the passengers and crew as Priscilla Selwyn). An argument was reported by several crew members as the pair retired to the first class cabins but ceased sometime after. The next morning Ms. Selwyn was seen enjoying a coffee and cake at Café Parisien on B Deck without a care in the world. Mr. Selwyn missed several meetings and did not join his usual entourage for dinner without explanation. However, with Ms. Selwyn’s reassurances he was simply a bit under the weather and taking sometime for himself the matter was dropped, but suspicion soon grew and a doctor was dispatched to the man’s cabin. He was nowhere to be seen.

#AU: a neglected weed -- ignorant of liberty (Pansy)#c: Unicorns and Steel (Pansy)#tw; death #tw; disease #tw; murder #tw; man made disaster #[outofmagic: add more later]

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awhilesince · 4 years ago

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Wednesday, 18 April 1827

7 40/60

my bowels pretty well – finished dressing – at my desk at 9 25/60 – then copied some more verses lent me by Madame G– (Galvani) last Wednesday (squibs against the Jesuits – for Napoleon (– and against the Bourbons), and sat down to breakfast at 9 55/60 –

went out at 11 10/60 after having been 40 minutes reading the paper – the press law project withdrawn by a special ordonnance of the King dated the 17th instant – several booksellers illuminated last night in consequence –

ordered at the traiteur’s rue du faubourg St. Honoré, a fricandeaux de veau à l’oseille, and a dish of spinach, and a Charlotte Russe (vide Monday) – went to Michel’s to inquire for Seville oranges – referred to Mobotton and Tavernier, 353 (bis) rue St. Honoré – had none at present – would have next week – about ten sols a piece – but they made marmalade – ordered a pot at 6 /50 – walked forwards to no. number 4 rue du Marché St. Honoré – paid Madame Cor for my hat which came last night – In returning along the rue St. Honoré bought some good oranges at 0/25 –

came in a little after 12 – dawdling over 1 thing or other – went out again near one, and took George – bought finger glasses Boulevard de la Madeleine, salad (petite chicorée Sauvage) No. 7 rue neuve de Luxembourg – got the marmalade, and then sent George for other things –

Having for some time past noticed an advertisement in Galignani by a lady No. 1, rue neuve du Luxembourg who wished for boarders, and styled herself capable of teaching French and Italian, and having often thought I would go and see what sort of concern it was, – went – au 3ième – (above an entresol, I think) narrow stair case – dark, small rooms, – dirtyish looking – the lady appeared – dirtyish also – a native of Brussels, but in France (in Paris) since she was a year old – a widow – 2 daughters, – whom she instructed – terms 150 francs a month for 1 person having 1 little bedroom – for a servant nourrice comme une maitresse 100 francs per month – if my friend (not yet arrived in France) uncertain – might come if she could arrange herself well here) should bring a maid, she might a small room for her thro’ her own, and also a little place fitted up as a salon all for 300 francs per month –, and she would give her an hour a day lesson in French or Italian for 50 francs a month – was at liberty from 10 to 1 and from 2 to 5 every day – the lady might choose her hour – She sat down to write all this and give me references – to Dr. Lefevre’s father who is an English clergyman here, and to Madame Barlow rue des Champs Elysées – ‘twas Madame Coure of whom I heard from Mrs B– (Barlow) and who was to have taken us at so much per month (private drawing room and meals in private and man and maid for 800 francs per month) – thought I to myself this would never have done – we are much better, and à meilleur marché, as we are – she is not the sort of woman to have suited us – seemed not to know Mrs B– (Barlow) asked if she had been in her house – no! but she knew her thro’ a relation of hers, a Mademoiselle Gauntlet – asked if Mademoiselle G– (Gauntlet) had been in her house, no! but she knew her somehow or other – wished me to speak to her English pensionnaires now in her house – said this was unnecessary till I knew whether my friend would come or not – would write to her – Took my leave and came away – passed thro’ the salle à manger where 4 or 5 persons (ladies) were at luncheon – meals at 9, 1, 5 1/2, and tea in the evening – no person of much appearance, but scarcely looked aside –

then along the rue Rivoli, thro’ the palais royal to Galignani’s – bought the last (8th) edition printed this year of his Guide thro’ France – loitered there some time cutting open some of the leaves – thence to Amyot’s rue de la Paix and bought there 2 little 18mo duodecimo volumes, the Satires, Epistles, Lutrin, etc of Boileau to read aloud to Madame G– (Galvani) walked slowly home –

met Mrs and Miss B– (Barlow) on the boulevard took a little turn for ten minutes with them, and came in at 3 – found Madame G– (Galvani) at my door – She staid with me Till 4 1/2 – speaking of meaning to work a little at French, and wanting someone to talk to in for an hour every morning, she was thinking what sort of person to find me – then said she could give me from 9 3/4 to 10, if I would go and talk to her – to pay nothing Except for the lesson when she came to me – Oh! said I, we will arrange about that – I will think about it for every morning but Tuesday (thinking to leave this for Excursions etc) – Here the matter ended – I thought I could make her presents to the value of her time – and if I had Madame Coure too, surely I should have French enough to get on – gave her some marmalade excellent –

from 4 1/2 to 5 25/60 settling with George and my accounts and dawdling over 1 thing or other – then did my hair again took off my dress to change my handkerchief, and changed my stockings – not quite ready when Mrs and Miss B– (Barlow) and Miss Gauntlet came at 5 50/60 – had them shewn in to my study, and finished dressing in my bedroom – then introduced Miss G– (Gauntlet) to my aunt –

dinner at 6 1/2 – (ordered at 6) – soupe roast beef, and fricandeau de veau, and potatoes and stewed spinach – cream cheese, and fromage de Hollande, and salad – 6 plats of dessert on the table (Charlotte Russe, oranges, almonds and raisins, chinois and stewed prunes) and biscuits, and macarons, and raisinet on the sideboard – bottle of beaune and 1 ditto Chablis – Crême de Café, and 1 cup of coffee each about nine (no cream) just before leaving the dinner table –

left the dining room about 9 1/2 – had Miss G– (Gauntlet) and Jane to look at my great coat, and portmanteau, etc for travelling – tea at 10 – agree to go with Miss G– (Gauntlet) and dine at 5 tomorrow at a 22 sols, or 30 sols restaurant in the rue de Rohan – Miss G– (Gauntlet) and I had the main conversation – Mrs and Miss B– (Barlow) went at 11 1/4, and George returned with a fiacre and Miss G– (Gauntlet) went at 11 1/2 – staid talking to my aunt 20 minutes – she fancied I had given her a rebuff at dinn er about asking Mrs B (Barlow) too much to have fricandeau – all mistake said how sorry I was never dreampt of such a thing etc etc I must always be very careful – Mrs B (Barlow) out of sorts I knew but would not seem to know what it was the moment she came in said offhand I had agreed to got to Madame G (Galvani) every morning her countenance fell she never recovered it she said Madame G (Galvani) had promised her that hour she never kept to her promises ssaid then I would not think of the thing why not said Mrs B (Barlow) she could get an Italian master for the same price if she liked I would give the thing up altogether than she should do that on my account I saw mylady was out of sorts but would not seem to guess why said afterwards she was not well I was ssure I think I begin to see whether from jealousy or not she wants to keep me all to herself she would prevent my being much with Madame G (Galvani) – and perhaps too she was been pleased to have kept me from the Drozs π (Mariana) suspected all this perhaps she was right I think she was jealous of Miss Gauntlet ttonight I said she looked ill tonight oh said she I have your spirits your talent am not always delightful like you – I took no notice – Jane chimes in with mamma at dinner she said Madame G (Galvani) did I not allow them to have any taste in argument she always beat her (Jane) down and said she had not raison she Jane could not bear it I thought Jane had doted on Madame G (Galvani) – I see mamma has her temper thought I Ill not to go to Switzerland Ill be off however little you suspect my doing it except from necessity – π (Mariana) I see your worth your amiability –

came to my room at 11 50/60 – wrote all but the first 3 1/2 lines of today, which took me Till 1 1/4, [O two dots, marking discharge from venereal complaint] – sat up 3/4 hour eating 3 oranges and cutting open the leaves of the 1st little verses of Boileau, and reading the introductionary account and reading aloud to myself the opening Discours au Roi, excellent –

left margin: Fahrenheit 47 1/2 at 8 a.m. 52° at 11 1/4 – fine morning fine day – coolish –

reference number: SH:7/ML/E/10/0082, SH:7/ML/E/10/0083

#annelistercodebreaker #annelister #mrsbarlow #mariana #marchapril1827

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disarmingly · 8 years ago

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masterlist.

[ on ao3 ] ***i was asked by multiple people to compile a masterlist. i tried. i might be missing some things. likewise let me know if any links are wrong or do not work. i tried hard to be careful but OTL ;_; ahhh please note all relevant tags are through the ao3 links from angst to fluff to death warnings so please be sure to read those first. as always, thanks for stopping by. it means a lot! ;; <3

... .- ...- . -- .

( art 1, 2, 3 <3 ) ( art 1 <3 ) ( art 1 ) ( mood board <3 ) ( mood board <3 ) ( etc )

lonely lonely lonely whale. or: all your stars are my stars too. (the space au that came from three representations of rain and a longstanding obsession with the idea that the worth of your life can be found always, always in the love you give, the love you receive, and the love that’s there long after.)

][ yoonkook & namjoon, platonic namgi and namkook as well

always

once upon a time, there was a boy who lived at the end of the universe. (for @xiajin )

][ yoonkook

and back again

slice of life story where the hardest part of growing up is sometimes not being grown up --- and all the yielding that goes along with it. luckily enough, friends will wait for you. this much, jungkook knows. ][ yoonkook

balancing act

that loveless au oneshot. telepathic. empathic. not all happy endings feel as good as we hope, but we take what we can get; don’t we? ][ yoonkook

begin

on hard times with good people. or: it’s okay to not be okay. here and there. now and then. ][ yoonkook

below zero

depression isn’t a call to arms. it’s a shadow in the heart, there all the time, even in the light; especially in the light. you don’t live around it. you live with it. ][ yoonkook

call and answer

( art <3 ) yoongi the insomniac + jungkook the insomnia call-center rep. (the slowburn strangers to lifelines to friends au that came from the idea that help can be found in unlikely places and also the idea that resolution for the past is something that we long for even while our lives move forward.) ][ yoonkook

catch-all drabbles ][ yoonkook thus far

dearly beloved some magic is real. (you, me, and the sea.) ][ minjoon

doggone

jungkook suggests a dog shelter. yoongi is confused until he’s not. ][ yoonkook

ellipse

yoongi study. analogies galore. no ship. in short: his mixtape destroyed me thank you good night.

eventually

by the sea by the beautiful sea (hyyh)

][ yoonkook

fall down lightly

half-vampire yoongi and human jungkook live together and it’s all alright until it’s not. (the domestic vampire and human au whose back-story was never supposed to take over the actual plot but it did and i really need to update this one....fff) ][ yoonkook

fireside

inu/run insp thing. mostly a lot of waiting to arrive. ][ yoonkook

you know how you feel about your idol? that’s how jeon jungkook feels about kim namjoon. <3 ][ namkook

going somewhere

for a prompt received thru tumblr, jungkook and taehyung are somewhere between dreams and....everything else. so it seems. ][ taekook implied though what kind is up to interpretation

homemade

yoongi builds a house.

][ yoonkook

in-betweens

WINGS inspired, cadence sensitive, dark and light. ][ yoonkook

kiss and cry

that au where jungkook is a figure skater, yoongi is a composer, and holly is along for the ride because of course he is. ][ yoonkook

most of all

all in white. (when the people who love you just want you to have what you deserve: anything you want.) ][ yoonkook, unrequited taekook (though tae loves him still, and it’s okay)

nightlight

goblin au with impending liberties taken. largely. ][ namkook

nowhere

small things are big. (inu, run, stigma.) ][ vmon

ocean deep

mermaid kook! but the gang is all here. ][ implied yoonkook

one thing

what jungkook wants, jungkook thinks he cannot really have. and it hurts. meanwhile, yoongi just wants to see him happy. figures. ][ yoonkook

outro

define real. (a dream is real if you believe it’s so. isn’t it?) ][ yoonkook

reciprocal

there is one thing jungkook must never do. coincidentally, there is just one thing yoongi needs him to do. (hanahaki au + one other thing...)

][ yoonkook

RPOROPROSOAL

another space au with lounge singer jungkook, space salvager yoongi, and others. (written for my mom @xiajin. <3) ][ yoonkook

seagoing

they met jungkook the way most sailors or pirates or whomevers meet sirens. well, part-sirens. they met him through his song.

][ namkook, taekook, jinkook

shoreline

wherein seokjin was once the sea and taehyung was once the land. (reincarnation in this economy? always.) ][ taejin

sidereal

that vmin PUMA ad + stigma and the subtlest take on LIE imaginable. a story about how growing up doesn’t mean losing everything you were; it means gaining back something you always have been: loved. ][ vmin

slow slong

don’t do over.

do better. (hyyh, love yourself....etc)

][ yoonkook

so far away mushishi inspired somewhat but mostly inspired by real places and real experiences. where love comes in the form of two things: forgiveness, and time. ][ yoonkook implied but it’s not readily apparent for most of it

( etc )

stardrop

behind every great person is a star. and sometimes, a song. (the prequel to ... .- ...- . -- . ) ][ yoonkook, platonic namgi and namkook

this time around

do you believe in ghosts? (some of it is inspired by xxxholic, and most of it is a world built on reincarnation, sun, stars, moon, and a touch of fairytale. this is the primary one-shot, intended to be understood alongside the supplementary stories in time and again.) ][ yoonkook, namjin (unfulfilled), jihope (technically, though it’s clearer in the other part linked below)

time and again

in this life and the next. (read this time around first.) ][ yoonkook, namjin (unfulfilled), jihope

( etc )

today & tomorrow

extra snippets of the life in the 'kiss & cry' universe. alt: yoongi and jungkook in love. that's pretty much it. (for janicechan)

useful

for you? anything. well, everything. (sort of bnha inspired au)

][ yoonkook

[ on tumblr | drabbles, wips, writing exercises, etc ]

demon jungkook stumbles into the particular corner of heaven where star gatherer namjoon and star wielder yoongi live (drabble + wip)

in this life and the others -- yoonkook (drabble)

yoongi visits jungkook the one day he can -- yoonkook (character already dead/ ghost, drabble)

blue waves blue roses blue -- yoonkook insp. by bst japan mv (drabble)

hp au verse (wip)

(1) drabble (yoonkook)

(2) drabble (yoonkook)

snowy day --- yoonkook (drabble)

young god namjoon falls in love (in a sense) with a human -- jungkook -- becomes deeply invested in his happiness and thus, meddles where he shouldn’t. involved too: jungkook’s soulmate, min yoongi. (drabble + wip)

starcrossed taejin (drabble + mood board)

runaway heir namjoon on his journey to reclaim his kingdom (wip)

(1) drabble

(2) drabble

(3) drabble

(4) this belongs here too.

beginnings and endings

knight shift -- that thing where i love bat! verse and want to write a good echo of it but the truth is it’s really hard but maybe someday i’ll finish it aha -- yoonkook (drabble + wip)

hands -- yoonkook (drabble)

cursed! verse

(1) drabble

(2) drabble

married

(1) drabble

(2) drabble

clamp! multiverse! au (drabble + wip)

domestic yoonkook (drabble)

cat lady yoonkook (drabble 1, 2 )

namjoon, reflection insp. drabble -- was going to be a full-length namkook fantasy but as with many things, i am stuck atm ;;

any hurt matters, even small ones -- yoonkook (drabble)

jimin has a nightmare but kook is there for him. (drabble)

back to school fantasy au (drabble)

another space au (drabble)

game show au (drabble 1, 2, 3)

who says i don’t want it? -- yoonkook (drabble)

yoongi wants jungkook to see him how yoongi sees him (drabble)

sleeping beauty au excerpt/drabble ot7

love yourself -- yoonkook

usakook / bunkook / jungkook has a slight...problem -- yoonkook

yoongi’s parents vetoed lamb skewers. jungkook is disappointed... -- yoonkook

q: who visits genius lab most? a: jungkook. -- yoonkook

radio dj ~suga~ and avid listener jungkook -- yoonkook

#masterlist #yoonkook #namkook #taejin #vmin #fic #wip #drabble #sssso tired i am cry will i never have time to update or finish new things anymore #ah T_T

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penciltrash-blog · 8 years ago

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Falling for You

[Otayuri, Royalty AU, Humor, Arranged Marriage, False Identity, First meeting, Prince!Otabek, Prince!Yuri] For @ghostmoonchild

Otabek didn’t believe in love at first sight.

You didn’t have the liberty of falling for someone, getting lost in the deep ocean of their eyes or the rosy petals of their plush lips or the subtle pink of their flushed cheeks, not when you knew you were engaged.

He was seventeen when the Plisetskys and the Altins decided to strengthen their alliance by signing a betrothal agreement for their heirs.

Otabek couldn’t decide how to react. He’d never seen his betrothed before who lived in the farthest corner of a southern kingdom where it rarely rained. Otabek loved rain, but that was beside the point. He wasn’t a child anymore but barely on the cusp of adulthood. The news hardly made him bother about a fifteen year old who he was supposed to wed sometime down the line, perhaps half a decade away.

Prince Yuri Plisetsky, at least the name rolled well on his tongue and Otabek had enjoyed the attention he’d received right after his father’s return from the treaty negotiations. The King had also brought a painting of his betrothed.

Otabek gaped at the intricately carved silver frame that held a painting of a face. A big scowling face.

The boy, certainly Prince Yuri, was wearing fine clothes beneath a worn out cheetah print jacket. His studded crown was tilted on his head, ready to fall at any moment if the boy decided to sneeze. A distinct pinch of the eyebrows, a strong indicator of frustration, even anger. Crystal green eyes - an eye, to be precise, was half visible under the curtains of messy blond hair and was currently glaring right back at Otabek.

“Holy mother of God!” Otabek flinched away from the painting which he thought might somehow take on a life of its own and punch him square in the face.

This was his first memory of a boy who he was supposed to love. How was he supposed to believe in love at first sight? How?

“You two will make a pretty good pair,” the Queen, Lady Sabrina, cooed over Otabek’s shoulder, squeezing it warmly as she admired the painting.

“Isn’t he beautiful , brother?” Lashyn squealed, taking a closer look at the portrait.

Otabek swallowed, eyes skittering between the scary artwork and the beaming faces of his mother and his younger sister. He felt his heart sink in his stomach. “Y- yes,” he stuttered, voice lower than a whisper. “Yes, he is .”

At least, Otabek liked the eyes. But, he also would have appreciated a painting that contained a smile. Instead, the prince looked like some cranky child who’d been snatched up in the middle of slumber and tied to a cushioned chair in front of the artist, in order that a portrait be created for his intended husband.

He thought Prince Yuri seemed more detached from the treaty arrangement than Otabek would like to accept.

******

Otabek wasn’t ready to lose hope.

He’d read poetic stories about after marriage love and he believed in them with his whole heart. He didn’t want to be a judgemental fool that evaluated Yuri by a silly painting before actually getting a chance to know him. So, in response to Yuri’s painting, he wrote a letter.

Otabek knew his handwriting was neat and clean. It was, as Lashyn said, like the beads of a pearl necklace. He took his time choosing a fine pen and dark ink to write his first letter to Yuri on scented notepaper. He didn’t want to miss this opportunity to make a good first impression on his betrothed.

Dear Prince Yuri

He crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it in the wastebin.

Your Royal Highness, Yuri,

I was glad to receive the happy news of the agreement on our betrothal and very much appreciate the painting that was sent with my father.

I would like to ask your permission to begin a correspondence, so that we may become better acquainted before our betrothal is sealed.

Please accept this small token as a memento of the commencement of this auspicious bond between our families, our kingdoms, and between us.

My Kindest Regards,

Otabek, Prince of Altin.

In an embroidered pouch he packed a sandalwood statuette which had cost him a good fortune from his trip to the east. He hoped Yuri would like it.

He waited fifteen days to hear back from Yuri.

Otabek squinted at the letters, switching on the brightest lamp on his desk table. But, no matter how hard he focused, he couldn’t understand the haywire strokes of ink that were more like an excuse for words. After an hour of glaring and blinking at the paper, finally, he managed to interpret it.

Otabek, Sir,

I am truly honored to know that you are finding this arrangement suitable. May I take the liberty to confess that this engagement came more as a surprise to me than anything else and I am, as yet, at a loss to comprehend how to feel about it.

Your gift is elegant and a fine piece of ornate art that I would have loved to have it in my collection. Unfortunately, I’m allergic to sandalwood.

I’m not well versed in the proper style of correspondence. My grandfather, His Majesty, occasionally brings to my attention that my words come out harsher than I intend them to be. But, I also don’t want to hide my true nature from you behind flowery words, before we seal our betrothal contract.

Prince Yuri Plisetsky.

Otabek’s heart skipped a beat. He blinked at the letter, not able to wrap his mind around the uncertain vibes he was getting from it. Nothing was my offensive, but Yuri seemed reluctant about all the topics that had been touched upon in Otabek’s letter.

It was his fault. Otabek cursed himself for choosing a gift in a hurry before inquiring enough about what would be to Yuri’s liking.

Of course, he never attempted sending a letter or a gift after this.

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#otayuri #fyyoi #otayuriwriterscollective #otabek altin #yuri plisetsky #yuri on ice #my fic #royalty au #arranged marriage #false identity #larcreates #laryoificedit

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