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snowdice · 3 years ago

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Little Kestrel (Part 40) [Birds of Different Feathers Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan & Patton & Virgil (future Virgil/Patton but not in this story)

Characters:

Main: Logan, Patton, Virgil

Appear: Thomas

Mentioned: Janus

Summary:

It was supposed to be a quick job either way. Either Virgil would assassinate King Thomas of Prijaznia or he’d be caught and get executed. Yet, when Virgil gets the wrong bedroom and gets caught by Prince Logan and his future royal advisor, Patton, the job ends up getting way more complicated for the 14-year-old. He also ends up sleeping in a (actually pretty comfortable) closet for a few weeks…

Notes: Implied/referenced child abuse, assassination attempt, knives, torture mentioned, captivity, teenagers being really dumb, sexual coercion of minors implied, a minor offering sexual favors

This is a prequel to Kill Dear. I wrote it 100 words at a time on my blog, but this is the edited version. If you want to see how it was crafted (and possibly some future content), look at the tag proofread stories.

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Thomas wasn’t sure what to do in this sort of situation. It had been three days since Logan had come to him in a panic saying that Virgil had ran off somewhere and he couldn’t find him. Apparently, the boy had been panicking and had accidentally slapped Logan before freaking out and running away. No one had seen him since, and not for lack of trying. They had searched all over the castle and the grounds, but Virgil was nowhere to be found. Thomas just hoped he was still in the castle and hadn’t tried to go outside. Winter was still raging across the land. It had been blizzarding for the past week on and off. It made Thomas and everyone else worry about the child.

Logan and Patton said he did not like the cold and had refused to go outside since snow had started to fall, so that was a point in favor of him still being in the castle somewhere. Normally, the fact that they couldn’t find him in three days despite having many people looking for him, would indicate he had left the castle, but thinking back to the hide-and-seek debacle, it was entirely likely he’d just stuffed himself in some secret passageway somewhere.

At least, that is what Thomas assured Logan to comfort him. In truth, if he was panicked enough to run from his friends for days, Thomas wasn’t sure if he was thinking rationally. Would the panic about hitting Logan overwhelm his dislike of the cold? Thomas didn’t know him well enough to know.

He sighed and rose from his desk; he’d been working on penning a letter to the Queen of Lamir to check in with her. The snow should be letting up in a couple of days long enough to get a letter out by means of carrier dove. He decided to take it to the dovecoat now and leave it with one of the handlers.

He left his office and wandered down the hallway, turning right instead of left like he normally would when he was going back to the royal wing. Instead, he took a path he didn’t often take that would lead to a staircase that let out at the door nearest the dovecoat.

As he passed through a hall with a bunch of old portraits, he suddenly remembered something from when he was young and stopped by a picture of a woman hanging across from a small bench. There was a secret passage there that he’d found when he was only 12 and had only ever shown to one other person before. It was just a room with nothing much special about it other than the fact that it was hidden away. Usually, he’d just pass it by, but today he was thinking about Virgil lost (hopefully) somewhere in the castle who liked secret passages.

It wouldn’t hurt to check one of the few secret areas Thomas knew about for signs of life, would it?

That in mind, he walked over to the painting and ran his hand along the side of it until he found a place he could push his fingers into. He pulled and the painting swung out to reveal a small door. He opened the door into a room a bit smaller than his own bedroom. Despite not having any heating elements since it was a secret room, it was still fairly warm since there were rooms around it that were heated.

Thomas reached over to fumble with the lights he’d sneakily installed when he was a child, and the space was suddenly filled with dim light.

He closed the door behind himself and stepped into the room. He glanced around for anything out of place, though it had been a while since he’d been in here. He squinted at the very limited amount of furniture and had just walked across the room to look in an old chest when he heard a noise coming from…the floor?

Thomas looked towards where the noise was coming from and was surprised to hear the sound of something sliding right before a head of dark hair popped up. Virgil lithely pulled himself out of the hole in the ground and shut it behind him.

Thomas froze. Sure, he’d come in here specifically to look for signs of Virgil, but he had not been prepared for Virgil to suddenly crawl out of the floor. He hadn’t even realized there was a second entrance to this room.

Virgil didn’t notice Thomas on the other side of the room. Thomas wasn’t sure what to do. Virgil was always quick to startle, especially around Thomas. If he said something, surely the boy would disappear back down the tunnel he’d just left.

Virgil took a few all but silent steps towards the side of the room opposite from Thomas.

Thomas was still trying to figure out what to do when Virgil suddenly stopped. He tilted his head to look up at the lights Thomas had turned on when entering the room. Then his eyes shot to Thomas.

“Uh,” Thomas said. “Hi.” Silence. “Please don’…”

Virgil turned tail and sprinted to the opposite side of the room, scaling an old bookshelf that tottered dangerously under his weight.

“… t run.”

He had the instinct to chase after him, worried that there was another entrance he’d dart through and be gone forever, but he stifled it. That would just terrify the poor thing even more.

“Uh,” Thomas said, not entirely sure he wasn’t speaking to an empty room as he could not see Virgil anymore. “It’s okay.” He paused. “Logan’s not mad. No one is. Both him and Patton are very worried though. We’d all appreciate if you came out.” He paused again and only got silence in return.

Cautiously he took a couple of steps towards the other side of the room.

“Please?” he said.

When there was again no response, he took a couple more steps towards the bookshelf until he was standing directly in front of it. He just barely managed to catch a glint of the dim room lights reflecting off a pair of dark brown eyes.

He was not just talking to an empty room then.

“Hey there,” he said softly. The eyes disappeared immediately, but now Thomas knew they were there. “Alright.” He wished he could get someone else for this conversation, but there was no way he could leave and come back to Virgil still there. Instead, he took a seat on the ground a couple of feet away from the bookshelf. He thought for a moment. “You know, I found this place myself,” he said. “I never knew that trap door was there though. You’re pretty good at finding tunnels.” He leaned back a bit, trying to catch a glimpse of the top of the bookshelf.

“I used to keep some food here at one point, but I’m afraid even if I left anything it’d be pretty bad at this point.” Thomas thought for a moment. “I hope you’ve eaten something recently. The kitchen is open for you whenever you want food, though I’m sure Patton’s mom would like to make you something special. She’s been worried. You know how she is when people miss meals. Everyone’s been worried.”

He let it hang in silence again, and to his surprise there was just a bit of shifting from the top of the bookshelf. “Why?” Virgil’s voice asked.

“Well,” Thomas answered, “because a lot of people around here care about you.”

“I hit Logan,” he said, clearly assuming that Thomas didn’t know.

“I know,” Thomas said.

“He’s the prince,” Virgil pointed out.

“Maybe,” Thomas said, “but he’s also your friend. He cares about you more than he does about getting slapped once when you were clearly in distress. In fact, he was never mad at all about it. He was just worried about how you responded. It seems like wherever you lived before coming to the castle wasn’t the best and we were a little worried we might not see you again if you got too startled.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Virgil said.

“It does to me,” Thomas said. “I wish it did to you.”

Silence once again greeted his words.

“Are you going to come down from there at some point?”

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

Thomas shrugged. “Well, I’m not going to be leaving until you do,” he said.

“So eventually the royal guards are just going to tear me down,” he concluded.

“Well, no one knows I’m here,” Thomas said. “I came on a whim. The only person I ever told about this place is already dead. I doubt they’ll find us.”

“You’re the king,” Virgil said. “You shouldn’t be somewhere that people don’t know where you are. What if…?”

“Hmm?” Thomas prompted.

“What if an assassin attacks you or something?”

“I doubt an assassin is going to come find me in this little room no one knows about but us,” Thomas said with a smile.

There was a pause. “You’re as bad as Logan with your safety,” he grumbled and Thomas just chuckled. Then, after a moment, Virgil said, “Are you really not mad that I hit your son.”

“No, Virgil,” Thomas said. “I know it was an accident. I understand.”

He didn’t respond for a long moment, and Thomas was content to wait for him to think it through for however long he needed.

“Logan really isn’t mad?” Virgil asked.

“No,” Thomas promised. “He’s not.”

And then, blessedly, he heard movement from the top of the bookshelf. Virgil slowly climbed down, and Thomas didn’t dare stand up or really move at all other than breathing.

“Ready to come out of the tunnels now?” he asked after a few minutes of stalemate while Virgil watched him like he expected Thomas to leap forward and bite him.

He nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

“Okay,” said Thomas. “Good.”

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Part 41

Birds of Different Feathers Master Post

My Masterpost

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twinkleallnight · 4 years ago

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Book: The Royal Romance AU

Characters: Max, Ryan and his fathe r.

Word count: 929

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry except Ryan.

Rating: Mature.

Prompt: Features day 5 of TRR Appreciation Week hosted by @trraw

Link to the Series here.

“Once upon a time, there lived a girl named Celesté in a small Kingdom of Cordonia.”

“Popsie, I hope this is not another animal story that you are trying to push on me.” Ryan warned Maxwell.

“No, no, no. Absolutely not.” Maxwell waved off. Maxwell knew he could not fool his son. The little guy already acted like a miniature teenager.

Ryan moved his hand through his dark brown hair like a pro and looked expectantly through his Beaumont grey eyes. “Celesté? Who was she? I never heard Papa say that name.”

“She was an important member at the Beaumont duchy, not at the palace. That is why your Papa doesn’t know much about her.”

Ryan turned to lie on his side and propped up his head on his palm supported by the elbow. “Tell me more.”

“So at our manor back in Cordonia, I grew up with your Uncle Bertrand. And you know how strict he is. In fact, no one can beat him in his collection of cutlery….”

“Popsie!” Ryan rolled his eyes. “ You were telling about Celesté!”

“Oh ya. Yes. Celesté joined us at the manor when I was young and boy, I fell in love with her the moment I first saw her.”

Ryan jumped up and stomped out of the room. Maxwell rushed behind him, clueless of what went wrong.

“Papa! Papa!” Ryan shouted.

“What's the matter?” his second father called out from his study taking quick steps towards the father and the son.

“I don’t know! Ryan, what’s wrong?” Maxwell inquired.

“You lied to me. You said it is no animal story.”

“Yes, There wasn’t any animal.” Maxwell assured looking at his son innocently.

“Papa, popsie said he fell in love with her at first sight. He says that only for his pets.”

Maxwell’s mouth was hung open. His son was a born detective. He had decoded the mystery of who Celesté was, even before Maxwell could reach the climax of the story. Was he taking secret training under some cunning Auvernal spy? He felt proud too at the same time.

“You lied Max, I know Celesté was your first peahen.” His partner too was now blaming him. Max had to defend himself right now.

“You knew? Wasn’t she a darling?” When he saw both of them staring at him, he reasoned. “So what? What’s wrong in a cute little animal tale?”

“I don’t like animal tales!” Ryan protested hugging his Papa.

“How can you not like animals? Popsie Max is an animal lover and papa Zeke is a vet. How could you hate them?”

Ezekiel who was quiet till now, spoke. “Max, you are being unreasonable now.”

“I am just giving him exposure to things around us. People he will see when we go back to our manor in Cordonia."

"Pets you mean." Ezekiel corrected.

"How does it make any difference?"

Ryan saw the argument turning to a phase of no return and boomed loudly, “Is anyone going to take me to bed?”

“Sorry Cherie, let’s go.” Ezekiel hugged him and walked him back.

Ryan settled down in his bed and Zeke started, “il était une fois…”

“ Papa, English please.”

“qu'est-ce qui ne va pas avec le français” Ezekiel questioned why not french.

Max who was watching it all standing at the door said, “See now you are being unreasonable, Zeke”

Ezekiel glared at Max. "Learning a foreign language is good. Aunt Kiara knows so many of them Ryan and you always want to be like her."

This time Max stood up to support Ryan, "But he is not interested. I tried to teach him a foreign language. He refused."

"We are talking about human language Max, not the cat language or the porcupines languages that you want him to learn.

Ryan rolled his eyes. He picked his favourite book from the shelves and lay down. He was soon lost in reading the book, oblivious to his arguing parents.

Max and Ezekiel realised that Ryan was quiet and turned to see him hiding his face behind a book about spaceships. They went across, each on one side of the bed. Ezekiel took away the book while Max held Ryan's hand.

Ezekiel placed the book on the shelf and they sat down beside the bed and looked fondly at their son. They both bent down to kiss Ryan. He smiled at them, happy to have their attention back.

"You know why Celeste was important, Ryan?" Max placed his palm along the side of Ryan's face.

Ryan frowned at the mention of the peahen again. But he knew it was important for his father so he gave back a questioning look.

Max exchanged a smile with Ezekiel and then looked back at their son. "She was the reason your popsie and your papa bonded first."

Ezekiel continued, "Yes, I remember when your popsie came to know that I am a vet, he invited me specially to the Beaumont manor to meet his pets. Celesté out of all other pets, stayed beside Max all the time."

Ezekiel asked Max, "She did really love you a lot, didn't she? Would have made me jealous, had she been around now."

Maxwell laughed and so did Ryan.

"I love Popsie the most. More than anyone." Ryan curled his little hands around Maxwell's broad biceps.

"And papa?" Ezekiel asked.

Ryan then stretched each one of his arms across both his father's neck pulling their faces to his cheeks. "I love you both!"

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They did a little group hug and kissed each other. "We love you too Ryan!" Both the fathers said in unison.

Next part here

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sparrowofmyheart2 · 3 years ago

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This is an ask+RP blog for my OC, Jackie Sparrow. It may contain 18+ content. I follow back from @littlebrotherblack and there is way more info about her on @piratestrash

She is Jack’s biological daughter, but he has no knowledge of her existence until she’s thirteen. Barbossa(recently cursed) had killed her mother when she was a only a few hours old, after the ship she was on had been seen. He refuses to kill a newborn. Instead, he raises her as his own. She knows he isn’t her biological father, but he is her dad in all ways that matter. Including in what she calls him

Things go well for seven years(except for when three year old Jackie got so sick she might die, and Tia Dalma had to get involved), and Jackie is loved by her father and knows freedom. She is being taught the basics of sword fighting and knows how to shoot. Hector also taught her how to navigate using the stars, read, write, and do simple math(like basic addition/subtraction)

The girl overhears two crew members saying they will never be un-cursed because Captain Barbossa is so focused on raising her and has outright said that he’d choose her life over those coins.

She believes them, and in seven year old logic, thinks he’d be better off if she were to run away. So she steals a pistol and a sword far too big for her small stature, and jumps ship after writing a letter explaining why she left. The girl spends two days drifting before washing up in Port Royal. She, barely able to walk from all of this, crawls out of the sea and manages to hide her weapons before passing out.

The young girl ends up taking a liking to one William Turner, who shows her kindness. He’s essentially an older brother.

He does his best to look out for her, even if she’s pretty much a pirate in the making. Six years in Port Royal, and CotBP happens, but with Jack and Will having a thirteen year old tag along who’s got an ulterior motive.

I will RP Jackie as just about any age from baby to adult, but if Salazar or DMTNT are referenced in any way, she’s in her 30s.

If I am unsure about what age you want to RP her for, I’ll assume around the 13-14 mark.

I really hope this sounds even remotely like I want

And for reference, she does leave with Jack after CotBP and becomes his navigator. Canon events pretty much stay the same, but with a teenager(for OG trilogy) helping out who ever she’s loyal to.

Actual events of DMC and AWE pretty much stay the same, but a fourteen year old girl that Jack gives a damn about is included.

DMTNT is the only one I really change for her, mostly because I need an excuse to fix the movie

Finally, my rules are here

#RP blog #Info dump #Info post #Jackie Sparrow #Captain Jack Sparrow #Jack Sparrow #Captain Hector Barbossa #Hector Barbossa #Will Turner #POTC RP

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cutesuki--bakugou · 5 years ago

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Runaway Lovers

Sooooo this ended up being extremely long and another situation where I could just make a whole damn fic out of it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Anyways, enjoy!!

Words: 6235

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Sex, Oral Sex, cursing, very proper Bakugou (sorta) and horribly cute innocent reader

Please blacklist the tag cutesuki-lemons if you do not want to see this content from my blog. I will not be tagging with specific keywords for this type of content.Thank you~

Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+

Under the cut~

Bakugou felt his stomach churn as he stood silently beside a set of large, ornate double doors, his crimson glare locked onto the ground as he listened to the conversation going on around him. The pain he could hear in his Lady’s voice as she argued with her father was something that he could barely stand, and he wished more than ever that he was something more than just her servant. Sure, he may be the highest ranked in the entire palace and was treated more like a member of the royal family than the worker that he truly was, but that wasn’t enough. He wanted to have the right to speak his mind, to protest against what was happening in front of everyone in hopes of stopping it. Instead, all he could do was stand there and bite his tongue.

“Father, please, I just can’t do something like that! Why does it have to be me? I’m the youngest, I would think that they would want someone older.” The young woman standing amongst her family clutched at her skirt, struggling to not weep. “How could you pick me for such a thing? I’m not ready--”

“Daughter, please, that’s enough!” The man sitting before her snapped, instantly silencing all but her sniffles. “He strictly requested my youngest daughter that was of age. You are twenty-three, that is plenty old enough to get married, and this kingdom will be perfect for you.”

“B-but that man, he’s… I just can’t stand him!”

“It doesn’t matter if you can stand him or not. You will learn to live with it, as your sisters have before you. This is how it is, my dear. I suggest you come to terms with it. He will be here to retrieve you within the week.”

Without another word, the now sobbing woman turned, quickly making her way towards Bakugou and the doors. In an instant, Bakugou had the door open for her, allowing her to leave first. Per custom, Bakugou gave a deep bow to the King and his family before following after his Lady, having to jog a bit to catch up with her. “My Lady, wait, just a moment!”

At his request, the princess stopped, sniffling and hiccuping into her hands. From his pocket, Bakugou pulled a white cloth, handing it to her as she struggled to keep her face hidden from him. “T-Thank you, Katsuki. Please turn away for a moment, I’m in such a shameful state.”

“I think I’ve seen you in more than just one shameful state before, My Lady. This is not one of them.” Bakugou let his arms rest folded behind his back, as he was used to standing as he waited for her to wipe the tears from her flushed cheeks. How badly he wanted to hold and comfort her was nearly suffocating, but besides allowing her to take his hand or arm for support in one situation or another, he hadn’t laid a hand on her since they were children playing about in the Palace courtyards.

His comment brought a short laugh from her lips and a quick glance from her teary eyes, though she was quick to turn her face away again. “You’re sweet… Nothing like the tough show you put on towards the other servants or the way you become a stone wall around my family.”

“Ah, I’m really not,” A heat rose up in Bakugou’s ears at her praise, though he refused to let his embarrassment show otherwise. “I’ve just learned to hold my tongue and… keep comments to myself.”

“Even with me? You used to be so open with me…” She finally turned towards him, fiddling nervously with the cloth in her hands. “Won’t you tell me what you think about all this?”

“I know you prefer not to think about it, but the last time I spoke my mind, I was whipped nearly to death. I’d rather not say anything…”

His words quickly brought a dejected look to her face, new tears returning to her eyes. Though, it was quickly replaced with surprise as Bakugou spoke again, keeping his voice low and quiet.

“...in a place where people can hear.” With a cock of his eyebrow, Bakugou began to head towards her chambers, to which the still sniffling princess followed. They walked on in silence for quite a while, though there was nothing silent about the raging thoughts going on inside Bakugous mind. How was he supposed to tell her he hated this whole thing because he himself loved her? The thought of her being taken away was nearly enough to make him want to vomit. A moment without her seemed like it would be worse than any whipping he could ever receive, and he feared it. How could he let it just happen and not try to stop it?

When they reached her chambers, he held the door open for her as usual, entering after her. Once he was sure there were no other maids around, Bakugou sighed loudly, reaching up to ruffle his naturally fluffy ash blonde hair. “My Lady, it’s a mistake. You can’t go through with it.”

“I know it is, Katsuki, but what choice do I have?” The princess flopped down to sit on a couch in her room, seemingly already completely drained. “I can’t fight my father or that other man. I’ve always told myself that something like this could happen, after seeing it happen over and over again to my sisters. And they all went without a fuss, and all I did was make myself look like a fool!” She began to sob softly again, bringing the cloth back up to her face. Frown crossing his lips, Bakugou approached her, kneeling down to one knee in front of her.

“My Lady, you don’t understand. That is the kingdom that wiped out my homeland… why my family had to migrate here or be killed. I’m eternally grateful for what you’ve done for me up to this point, but I just can’t stand the thought of you marrying that man.”

“Just because you hate him? Not for my welfare or anything else?” Her accusation pulled his eyes from her lap to look up into her eyes, feeling like a vice had just been tightened around his chest.

“What? What type of stupid thing is that to say? Of course there’s more reasons besides just my hatred for them. Do you think I want to see you go?” Although he knew that he could have his hands removed if she reported him, Bakugou caressed both of her hands in his, unable to resist his urge to touch her. “Do you think I want to see you marry someone else?”

“‘Someone else’?” His wording brought confusion to her face, brow furrowing in worry. “Katsuki… what are you saying?”

Swallowing the lump that had grown in his throat, Bakugou tightened his grip a bit, beginning to feel a heat growing in his cheeks. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t tell her how he felt. What difference would it really make? Bakugou knew that he was a fool for falling so deeply in love with her when he knew there would never be a chance for them to be together. She was his weakness, crumbling his defenses into dust and bringing all these buried emotions forward. It was something that he had never truly learned how to control, and now that he knew he was going to lose her, they were about to explode out of him like a bomb.

And yet, he couldn’t say it.

“Forgive me.” Releasing her hands, Bakugou stood, trying to regain the composure he had lost. “That was inappropriate of me, My Lady.”

“No, Katsuki, please tell me what you want to say.” She stood as well, leaving the cloth behind on the couch. “Please be honest with me…” Tenderly, she reached up and caressed his cheeks, stepping in even closer to him. Bakugou’s first reaction was to flinch at her touch, his fear of being punished immediately making him want to have her back off. Yet, her touch was so soft, something that he had craved for years with the knowledge that he would never have it. There was a look of adoration on her face, one which he had seen many times before, but it was different now. Did she love him just as much as he did? Had he been too much of a blockhead to even notice such a thing?

This was impossible. A lifetime of classes, royalty, being corrected for misbehavior and the knowledge that he was so far beneath her is social status was so ingrained in him that he knew it couldn’t happen. It angered him beyond belief, this whole situation, and her hands on him were only frustrating him further.

“My Lady, how can you put me in such a situation? What I have to say is something that would be better off unsaid.”

“I-I’m not trying to pressure you, Katsuki, it’s just… I absolutely adore you, above all others. I don’t know how I would be if it weren’t for you being here with me.” Her hands slid down to rest on his chest, and Bakugou was sure she could feel how heavily his heart was pounding. “You’re not a servant in my eyes. You never have been. You’re my… everything and--”

“My Lady, you have to stop!” Bakugou’s sharp snap made her jump, quickly removing her hands from him and taking a step back. “This isn’t right,” he continued, shutting his eyes so he didn’t have to look at the pained expression on her face. “You can’t feel those things for me, and I can’t for you. What you’re feeling is nothing more than an excessive sense of love in your panic, it’s not real.”

“How do you know what feelings of mine or real or not?”

Holding his breath, Bakugou finally looked back down at her, keeping silent so she could continue speaking. “You don’t know, Katsuki. Why do you think I’m so upset? Being married off to some pig would make me lose you! I love you!”

“You can’t love me! Don’t you get it?!” Bakugou felt his more harsh personality seeping through, but he was unsure of how else to get her to understand. “You are a princess. I am nothing but a slave to your family, it doesn’t matter how you see me! We can never be anything more than Lady and servant. No matter what our wishes may be…”

“So then… you do love me?”

Silence fell between them with Bakugou only able to watch the tears stream down her cheeks, feeling like his heart was in his throat. The word ‘yes’ lingered on his tongue like he had just bitten into a sour fruit, yet it never left his lips. Taking a few steps back, he bowed deeply at the waist, swallowing the bitter word down before speaking. “With your permission, I will take my leave now and bid you goodnight.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m my father, Katsuki--”

“With your permission--” Bakugou began again, his voice wavering from his increasing frustration. “--I will take my leave.” He stayed in his position, even though he wanted nothing more than to run out of the door. With a trembling sigh, the woman before him was silent for a moment before crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“You… have my permission to leave for the evening, Katsuki.”

“Goodnight, My Lady.” Purposely avoiding eye contact, Bakugou straightened out and turned to leave, out in the hallway before he truly even knew it.

By the time he reached his room in the servants quarters, he was beyond furious, slamming his door so hard it nearly came off the hinges. “Fucking damn it! Damn it, damn it!” With no other outlet for his anger, Bakugou landed a hard series of punches to the stone wall of his bedroom, not stopping until there was a speck of blood visible on the grey surface. The pain in his knuckles was nothing compared to the aching in his chest, and for the first time in his adult life, he truly felt like he could cry out of pure frustration.

Sucking in a large breath, he placed both palms against the wall after a moment of pacing, pressing his forehead into the cool stone. Glaring at it, that bitter taste of a sour word returned to his tongue, and now that he was alone, he finally let it go free.

“Yes, [Name]. I love you. And I cannot let you go without a fight…”

…

Bakugou spent the next few hours pacing and thinking, trying to figure out what he could do. Everything he wanted to do contradicted what he had told her before, and now he wondered if he had just dug a hole he couldn’t get out of. What if he had hurt her feelings so badly that she didn’t care about him anymore? Or what if she had already come to terms with it all and wouldn’t listen to him now?

In truth, he knew it didn’t matter. There were only a couple of things that could happen if he went to confront her again. Either she would keep herself shut off from him and accept her fate, or she would give herself to him. The latter option was what he truly wanted, but there were consequences that went along with that. If they were caught, he would surely be killed and she could be exiled or worse. If they ran away, then the entire country could be in danger of war with the other. And what if he did end up taking away her purity? She could become pregnant, and that would result in the same fate as being caught. All in all, it was a no win situation for them both no matter what they did.

But how could he just let her go like this? Just as she had said, he was her everything and she was his. It wasn’t just that he had gone through the last decade completely dedicated to tending to her every whim that made him feel that way. It was something deeper, an emotional connection that he had never felt with another person. Even if things didn’t end up the way they wanted, both of them truly had very little to lose, and he couldn’t stand the thought of not at least admitting the truth to her. If more came out of it, then he would roll with whatever she wanted, as he wanted all of her.

In the late hours of the night, after coming to a firm decision, Bakugou left the chill of his quarters to make his way back to his Lady’s chambers. He moved quietly, dressed in minimal clothing to avoid making too much noise, and used the back routes to not be seen by the nighttime servants. When he finally reached his destination, he snuck inside, able to shut the heavy doors behind him with barely a click.

It was pitch black in the room, with only the light from the moon illuminating certain areas through the windows. One of those areas was the bed, which was made visible thanks to the large window on the roof that allowed the princess to see the sky. It was something she had always talked about, how that view from her bed often was the only thing that made her feel free and she always enjoyed watching the stars to fall asleep. Bakugou explicitly remembered how she would smile up at him years ago, when he was a lower class servant and was made to go up and clean the outside. She would watch him the entire time, smiling and giggling. Admittedly, he would sometimes volunteer to do that work, just so he could see her.

Now, she was laying beneath her covers on her back, breathing steadily in sleep. As he approached, he could see that she was restless, hair disheveled and brow furrowed in what he could only guess was sadness. How he had left her before brought a heavy guilt to his shoulders, knowing that she needed comfort and he had abandoned her. But now, here he was, alone with her in the middle of the night, which was an offense punishable by death. Now what? How should he wake her? A kiss, he thought, would probably frighten her, as would a touch or even just speaking. What could he do?

There wasn’t much contemplation required on his part, as she suddenly turned towards him, a hand reaching out across the bed. “Mm… Katsuki…?” By the whisper of her voice, Bakugou knew that she was asleep, so he was unsure how she was aware of his presence. Still, he sat down on the edge of the bed, carefully scooping her hand up into his. As he stroked the back of her hand, he felt heat rise up in his chest at the soft smile that crossed her lips.

“I’m here, My Lady…”

At the sound of his voice, she began to stur, her body stretching a bit as her hand slid up his arm. Though, as she finally came to, she gasped and quickly pulled her arm back, looking up at him in fright. “K-Katsuki! What are you doing here?”

“Shh, it’s alright.” Bakugou shushed her, holding up his hands to show his innocent intentions. “I just… I had to come back to talk to you.”

“In the middle of the night?” She questioned, sitting up a bit while pulling the covers over her chest to hide herself. “It couldn’t wait?”

“It could… but I couldn’t. Just let me say what I need to and I’ll go.”

She kept a wary gaze on him, and Bakugou only continued when she nodded in approval.

“I never answered your question. Yes, I do love you. More than I ever should have allowed from myself. But… I couldn’t allow you to leave without knowing that.” Bakugou never broke his eye contact with her as he spoke, finally admitting the feeling that had been weighing him down for years. He could see her eyes beginning to tear up in the moonlight, her face flushing violently at his confession. “You’re beautiful,” He continued, which only made her tears fall. “And a perfect woman. I’ve been… lucky to be by your side all these years and to have your affection. I regret that I’m… nothing more than a worthless servant. Believe me, if I wasn’t, I would have gone after your love much sooner. Fate can be a cruel bitch sometimes.”

With that, he stood, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “Alright, I got that off my chest. What you decided to do with it is up to you, My Lady.”

“Katsuki…” She shifted herself closer to the edge of the bed, though she still didn’t reveal herself from under the covers. “Please don’t go. Stay and talk with me awhile.” As she held her hand out towards him, Bakugou only hesitated for a moment before taking it, allowing her to guide him up onto the bed. Scooting over, she allowed him to sit beside her, tendering adjusting the blankets up over his legs until they were both comfortably resting back against the headboard to gaze up at the stars.

“Do you remember,” she began after a while of silence, her arm carefully hooking around his as she laid her head on his shoulder. “That one time you were up there cleaning the sky windows while I watched, when it was a stormy day. It began to just… pour down rain with thunder and lightning. You acted like you were going to stop to redo the cleaning later, but instead you just… looked at me for a moment and finished your work, even as it stormed. You got so sick… I thought you were going to die from that.” She cuddled herself tighter into his warmth. “Why did you do that?”

Bakugou gave a small grunt in thought, watching as a small cloud passed over the moon. “I wanted to… impress you. I was fifteen and had just really started to grow a crush on you. I may have gotten sick, but I suppose it worked?”

“It did… Everything you’ve ever done has impressed me.”

“Good, because I try all the time.”

Her giggle brought butterflies to his stomach, pulling his eyes from the sky to look down at her. The moonlight made her look as if she were glowing, and her body against him was so soft. He had never wanted to hold or make love to a woman so badly before in his life, and though she probably wasn’t aware, he was no stranger to a woman’s body. But hers… He always wondered about the curve of her hips, if she had little dimples on her lower back and how perky her breasts were. He wanted to taste and touch every inch of her, to deflower and mark her. It didn’t help that he could see the curves of her chest beneath her white shift, her nipples visible against the cold. There was a hint of guilt at wanting to turn such an innocent interaction into something more sensual, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted her so badly.

Heat rushed into his cheeks as she caught his gaze, having not expected her to look back up at him so soon. She smiled softy, reaching up to gently stroke his cheek. “You’re blushing.”

“Tch, no I’m not!” Bakugou’s defensive attitude only brought more fire to his cheeks and she giggled, turning a bit more towards him.

“But you are! You’re so adorable!”

“I am not adorable, [Name]--” Instantly, Bakugou silenced himself, a look of shock swallowing her smile the instant her name slipped from his lips. With a small shake of his head, Bakugou reached up and carefully removed her hand from his cheek, beginning to feel that bubbling fear of being punished for what he was doing. “I didn’t mean to address you by name, My Lady, I just…”

“Shh,” She brought the hand he wasn’t holding up to his cheek, soothing his concerns instantly. “Say it again?”

“What?” Bakugou’s brow furrowed in worry, barely noticing that she had shifted to sit on her knees. “My Lady, I couldn’t--”

“No, Katsuki. Please say my name.”

“I… [Name]--” The instant her name was in the air, she took hold of both his cheeks, leaning up to kiss him. Once her lips touched his, there was nothing Bakugou could do to control himself, especially not as she moved to straddle his lap. While one hand rested behind her neck, keeping her in perfect position for kissing, the other slid down her side. She may have not been the best kisser, but he was sure to make up for that, guiding her and taking lead where he needed. The rate at which everything grew feverish was staggering, and by the time she finally set him free for a moment, they were both near panting. She gazed up at him with a lust he was sure matched his own, her body pressed against his with no sense of shame or shyness.

“I want you to take me, Katsuki,” she spoke against his lips, beginning to softly grind her hips against him. “No matter what happens to me, to us, I want you to be my first. I refuse to give it to any other man. Will you?”

“I would have it no other way.” Bakugou barely got the words out before she kissed him again, actually surprising him with her enthusiasm. Although how eager she seemed was shocking, he had to admit that he loved every second of it, especially as she began to tug at the buttons of his shirt.

Once each one was unbuttoned, Bakugou leaned up a bit to pull it off, tossing it away. The feeling of her hands and fingers roaming his toned stomach brought tingles across his skin, especially once she reached near his hips. He couldn’t help but to smirk against her lips as she tugged at the strings that held up his pants, running both of his hands up her legs and bringing her shift with them. “Someone’s a little impatient.”

She paused for a moment, glancing from down between their bodies before back up to his eyes. “Is that… bad?”

“No, [Name]. It’s fucking irresistible.” He kissed her again, his hands sliding up under her shift to grip her backside. A small squeak escaped at his roughness, but she didn’t protest, continuing her work to untie his pants. She had to shift her hips back a bit to set his aching member free, and again, she showed no shyness at taking him into her hands. Bakugou couldn’t resist a sharp hiss at her touch, both the cold and the feeling of her hands on him making him tense. “Ah fuck…”

“You have such vulgar language, Katsuki. I’ve never heard you talk like that, at least not since your promotion.” She began to stroke him, curiously feeling the shape and prominent veins. Her ignorance of what to do seemed to be of no consequence, as she ran her thumb around his tip, displacing the pearling pre-cum that rested there. “It’s so… you. I love it. I love everything about you.” She was forced to release him as Bakugou pulled up her shift, removing it from her body to leave her bare. Once it was tossed away, he kissed her again, scooping her up carefully and laying her down beneath him.

He took the chance to truly explore her body, his hands touching everything from her breasts to her thighs, sliding across her skin slowly and sensually. She was just as he always imagined, so soft to the touch and flawless. Her breasts, he quickly realized, were a sensitive spot for her, as she gasped out loudly with just a minor pinch to her nipples. “Shh!” He hushed her with a hint of a chuckle, giving her cheek a rough, playful kiss before he began to move his body down. “You’ll wake up the whole palace.”

“S-sorry,” she ran her fingers through his hair, holding back a whimper as his tongue replaced his fingers at her breasts. “I just wasn’t… expecting that to feel so good.”

“Then I think you’re going to be completely crazy by the time I’m done with you. I haven’t even explored between your legs yet.” As one hand squeezed her breasts and he continued to bite, lick and suckle at her nipple, his free hand trailed up her inner thigh. “For such a pure woman, you sure aren’t shy.”

“I’ve… heard about this from my sisters and the women servants. I know how it works, and I just… I trust you, Katsuki.” Her body wiggled a bit at the feeling of his hand reaching her sex, holding back a squeak the instant his rough fingers stroked across her clit. “A-ah, w-what’s that?”

Bakugou chuckled, trailing his lips further down her body. “You’ve never even touched yourself? If not, then this will be a damn good experience for you, [Name].”

Burying both of her hands into his hair, she gave a lock a tiny tug in punishment. “Don’t tease me like that. I’ve never done… anything. But I know you have, and that’s okay. So do whatever you’d like with me.”

“That’s a dangerous thing to say. I already told you before, I’m not as sweet as you think I am. I may just corrupt you.” Once Bakugou was between her legs, he gazed up her body towards her face, feeling his stomach flutter as she smiled.

“I want to be all yours, Katsuki. Whatever you do to me, I know I will love it.”

With that, Bakugou ran his tongue along her nearly dripping wet sex, focusing solely on her clit. Her body jerked softly with pleasure, both of her hands shooting up to cover her mouth and muffle her moans. She sounded so attractive that he couldn’t help but give her mouth, one hand holding onto her hip tightly while the other moved back up to fondle her breast. He adored her noises and the way her body rocked against him, her hips even arching up into him for more. If she wanted him so badly, it was very surprising that she hadn’t ever touched herself to experiment with anything. He himself was no stranger to stroking himself at the thought of her, always assuming that perhaps she did something similar to keep any urges at bay. Instead, it was her ignorance keeping her grounded, but now that she knew what it was like, he had a feeling she would want him always. He couldn’t complain with such a thought.

“K-Katsuki, there’s something--” She spoke behind her hands, her body beginning to tense. “I-I feel like I might… pee!”

Bakugou smirked, giving her clit a playful nip before pulling away, loving to see her twitch. “[Name], you’d better not piss. You’re about to cum.”

“C-cum?” She pulled her hands away from her mouth, looking up at him as he sat up. “W-what do you mean? Why’d you stop?”

“Because,” Bakugou went back to stroking her sex with his fingers, rolling the sensitive fleshy button about and making her bite her bottom lip. “I don’t want you to cum yet. That’s something special.” Removing his hand from her, he crawled back up over her body, resting himself into her as he placed a soft kiss against her neck. His kisses trailed along her skin as he took her legs, carefully lifting them into position with his cock resting against her sex. Her heat and wetness was already driving him wild, wanting to sink himself into her and fuck her until she was screaming his name. Still, he kept his control, taking out his slight frustrations by nibbling occasionally at her delicate skin.

Tenderly, she wrapped her arms around him, stroking his hair as she struggled to catch her breath. “Are you… going to put it in me, now?”

“Yes.” He moved his lips to her ear as he spoke, just his voice enough to make her shiver. “It will hurt at first. I’m going to cover your mouth, I don’t think you’ll be able to be quiet.” With a nod, she allowed his hand to clasp over her mouth, though she did clutch his wrist tightly. Nerves, he expected, but he couldn’t allow them to get caught by her yelling out, either. With a shift of his hips, he began to press himself inside of her, a sharp hiss escaping his lips as his tip slipped in. Instantly, she squeaked and tensed up, groaning against his palm as her brow furrowed in pain.

“Relax, [Name].” Bakugou spoke softly near her ear, struggling to keep his own voice from wavering just from the pleasure. “It will hurt less if you relax.” With a small nod, she did as he requested, breathing in deeply though her nose as she relaxed her body. After a few more moments, he continued to push himself into her, not stopping until his hips met hers. By then, she was panting heavily against his palm, giving soft squeaks and gasps of pain as her body adjusted to him.

Removing his hand from face, he kissed her cheek softly to keep her attention, keeping his gaze locked with hers. “It will pass. Are you okay?” Giving a small nod, she caught his lips in a kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. He could feel her trembling, her core squeezing around his cock and driving him nearly wild.

“I-I’m okay, Katsuki. Y-you just feel so… big.”

Bakugou gave a small chuckle, smirking against her lips. “Ah well, anything you put up in there would hurt like this at first. But my cock is bigger than average, so it is a bit much for you. But it will pass.”

“A cock… that’s such a nasty thing to call it—“ She gasped as he began to merely rock his hips, barely moving himself within her. “A-Ah, Katsuki—!”

“It’s okay.” With care, he took her hand, lacing their fingers and letting their hands rest up near her head. “I promise, it will only last for a minute.”

Her eyes tearing up, she nodded in understanding, allowing him to kiss her as moved on to shallow thrusts. He comforted her with calming words, kisses and the occasional snarky comment to make her laugh, until he was finally at the point of making full length thrusts. By then, his pleasure was too much to focus on talking, and he couldn’t resist a groan as he laid his head into the crook of her neck. “Fuck, [Name], you feel so fucking good.”

Her free hand came up and tangled into his hair, doing her best to control her gasps that tried to force their way through with every movement he made. “I-it’s starting to feel better for me. So full and so… close to you, like I’ve always wanted to be.” Her words prompted him to pick up the pace, unable to resist. With her first real moan of pleasure, a fire swelled up in his chest, so hot that he was sure he would lose himself. It didn’t take long for him to be thrusting in and out of her quickly, sitting up from her body so he could watch her. Every movement, her body bounced and her face contorted in pleasure. Damn it, he adored her, and now that they were at this point, there is no way in hell he could ever let her go.

As her voice reached a high point, he quickly covered her mouth again, able to feel her cheeks grow hotter from the rough action. He was no longer taking it easy with her, and with the way she leaned her head back and dug her nails into his arms, he knew that she was enjoying it.

“You listen to me, [Name].” Bakugou spoke behind jagged breaths, catching her gaze. “No one is ever going to take you from me. I can’t stand the thought of you ever belonging to someone else. I want you to be mine, no matter how we have to do it.”

With a small tug, she got him to remove his hand so she could speak. “L-let’s, aah-! Katsuki, run away with me! I-I want to live with you, mm…- ah, anywhere that we can!” She tugged him down to her, which Bakugou obeyed without skipping a beat in his movements. “T-take me as your wife, even if we have to live on a farm or hiding in the city. I-I love you, Katsuki!”

Bakugou kissed her passionately, refusing to let her go even as she moaned and gasped into the kiss. He could feel his orgasm growing close, but he refused to finish before she did, pushing her further. “I love you, too, [Name]. I will do anything to be with you.”

He wasn’t sure if it was the pleasure, happiness, or a mixture of the two, but the tears that began to spill from her eyes surprised him. She never broke her eye contact with him, keeping him close to her as he ravaged her. “K-Katsuki,” she squeaked out between her moans. “T-that feeling again…-”

“Just let it happen. Don’t hold it.” Bakugou kept up with his rhythm, loving to watch her face as her orgasm built. The instant the pleasure broke, her entire body shook, squeezing and rolling against him as she lied her head back. His own groans of pleasure were mixed in with her moans, the feeling of her squeezing around him nearly sending him over the edge. “Oh fuck, that’s it… damn—“ He picked back up with his thrusts, kissing her and digging his fingers into her hair.

“I’m about to cum, [Name]...”

“Y-you can finish inside me. I would happily carry our child, Katsuki.” She gazed up at him with blissful exhaustion, smiling. “There’s nothing more I’ve ever wanted… than to have a family with you.”

Within seconds of her approval, Bakugous thrusts became erratic, digging himself into deeply as he released. He couldn’t resist grunting and moaning into her shoulder, the pleasure of his release more than what he had ever felt. It wasn’t just how tightly she squeezed him that made him feel so amazing. It was her words, her love and pure adoration for him that made it so much better. He felt like he truly belonged with her, that with her was home. It didn’t matter where or what the situation. As long as she loved him, he would be happy.

“Oh Katsuki…” She purred softly, wrapping her arms around him and stroking his hair. “You’ve just… made me so happy.”

“I know,” Bakugou spoke between heavy breaths. “I even made you cry.”

“Don’t tease me. I mean it… I want to run away with you.”

“Then we will do it. And I swear, I will do everything I can to make sure that you are cared for and happy.”

“And loved?”

“Top priority, [Name]. Now… let’s clean up and watch the stars for a while. I want to enjoy every second I have with you as my lover.”

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50 Living Your Best Life Dialogue Prompts 30 and 31

Thanks @kacie-0156 can always trust you to send me prompts/requests👍🏼

So, I’ve decided to combine this with my ‘We Belong’ series. It begins from the ending of the last chapter- however this isn’t the beginning of the next chapter.

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake Walker (belongs to Pixelberry) x Evangeline Bruley (belongs to me.)

Prompts:

30- “I’m a little drunk, extremely happy, and so in love. Life couldn’t get any better.”

31- “I love wedding receptions. Nothing beats free booze.”

Warnings: *Please only read if you are over 18* Fluff! ❤️, some adult language, mention of shooting (past tense), mention of stabbing (present tense).

Word Count: 1,646

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Hey guys, myself and Evie aren’t returning to the apartment.

We are going to a hotel, I am spoiling my fiancée. D x

That night that Drake had proposed to Evie in Paris, still felt like a fantasy. Even if it did take two attempts for her to accept the proposal, he couldn’t help but feel blessed. Every morning since returning to Cordonia, he woke up feeling anxious- paranoid, that she could leave him at any minute. Deep down, he believed that she was far too good for him. Not quite believing that she could love him back as more than a friend- especially when she had the opportunity to marry Liam from such a young age.

This morning he woke up alone for the first time in weeks. Today was their wedding day. He had spend decades of loving her in secret, today was the day that he was officially making her his. And much to his disgust, the day that he became a Duke. Even though he had grown up around nobility, he had hoped that he would make Evie proud- not fail her as a Duke. Support her as best as he could do.

Walking down the aisle with Liam, his best man- the guests greeted them as they made their way up towards Leo who was officiating the upcoming nuptials.

“What’s up with you? I have never seen you this nervous before.” Continuously taking deep breaths, he couldn’t prevent the shaking.

“Li, it’s just....You know Evie....She always runs away. I mean, I had to ask her twice to become my wife. What if she just thinks ‘fuck this’.. would you blame her? All the shit we have been through. The miscarriage. My mom. Myself getting shot again- because you’re a fucking dumbass.”

“And you’re the fucking dumbass hero all the time. When Olivia rings, I am going to go and collect your bride- and if I have to drag her down the aisle I will do.”

“You’re my best man! Why are you walking her down the aisle?”

“Maxwell was driving her crazy.” I can imagine. “I can still do my best man duties, soon to be Duke Walker.”

****

Liam made his way to the room that Evie was getting ready in, Olivia winked at him as he walked in.

“For today, only- I give you the most beautiful Duchess in Cordonia, your Majesty.”

“What if one day isn’t long enough, Duchess Olivia?”

“Don’t push it, Evie. I’ll give you both two minutes.” Liam nodded, as Olivia exited the room.

“You look breathtaking, Evie.” Finally turning around to face him, he noticed tears trickle down her face. “Why are you crying?”

“Olivia is going to kill me if I smudge my make up. I never thought that this day was coming.” Knowing exactly what she was referring to, he caressed her cheeks- smiling softly towards her.

“Your fiancé or should I say soon to be husband, is a strong man Evangeline. He wouldn’t leave you again, he fought hard. He’s shaking like... what do they say? A shitting dog. He’s worried that you are going to runaway, he adores you so much.”

“There’s still time to do that, right?” Liam was attempting to study her face, not quite knowing if she was winding him up or not. “I’m joking Liam. Are we okay?”

“Of course we are, why wouldn’t we be?”

“Oh, because. You know....You’re walking the bride down the aisle, the bride that was supposed to be yours once upon a time.”

“Oh, Evie. I’m honoured to be walking you down the aisle. You’re my best friend. We’d have never worked out anyway. Come on, let’s make this a better wedding than mine. Let’s turn Drake into a Duke and you’ll become Duchess Evangeline Walker- Mrs Drake Walker.”

****

Evie didn’t know how tightly she was holding onto Liam, the nerves had gotten the best of her. It’s Drake. My Drake. I’ve found the love of my life and my closest, truest friend. Reaching closer and closer towards Drake, she could tell how nervous he was. His hands were physically shaking. Liam kissed her on the cheek, I love you, Evangeline. Look after him for God’s sake! Evie let out a nervous laugh, before reaching for her fiancés clammy hand.

“Evie, you look beautiful. You’re always beautiful... I mean... fuck. I love you, Lina.”

“You look handsome, Mr Walker. You’re always handsome to me though. I love you, Drake.”

****

During the reception, Drake never wanted to leave Evie’s side. He was in awe with his best friend, his now wife. After much ‘peer pressure’ from their friends, especially Maxwell- Drake wrapped his arms around Evie’s waist in the middle of the room before beginning a speech. He didn’t want to. He didn’t know exactly what to say. He wasn’t sure what people were expecting from him. Maybe some slurred garbage with the amount of whiskey that he had consumed.

“The hardest part was admitting my true feelings after years of wishing that you was mine. Everybody else knew, I just regret not telling you before I eventually did. I’m a little drunk, extremely happy, and so in love. Life couldn’t get any better. Until my beautiful wife, gives us another blessing, hopefully. We’ve been through enough surely? We deserve happiness. I’m going to shut up boring you all. But thank you all for coming. Evangeline Grace Walker, I love you so much. My, Lina.” Picking her up -unexpectedly, he held onto her tightly. Never wanting to let her go.

“I love you too so much! My husband.”

“Put her down Walker! Wait for the wedding night! Oh by the way, I do believe that I deserved some recognition in your poor drunken speech. If it wasn’t for me, she wouldn’t be back and you wouldn’t be so crazy in love.”

“Thank you Duchess Olivia, for being an interfering bitch!” The Duchess perked her eyebrows up towards him, whilst fumbling in her bag. Showing him the contents of her bag, he gulped knowing that he had to be grateful towards her before she potentially stabbed him. “Your interference worked out well this time. Thank you, Liv. I appreciate you for bringing Evie back into my life, into all of our lives.”

“No problem- DUKE Walker. May I steal my best friend for a moment? I’m sure Maxwell could entertain you instead?”

Drake met Maxwell at the bar, he felt as if he was floating on cloud nine. With a whiskey in his hand, his eyes were still focused towards Evie and every movement she made. Needing to make sure that she was safe from harm, after the disastrous Royal Wedding.

“I can’t believe that you are married!”

“Neither can I.” Blushing, Maxwell pulled him in for an over dramatic bromance hug.

“I love wedding receptions. Nothing beats free booze.” He said to his friend, as he slowly sipped the brown liquid.

“Erm, Drake....”

“What, Max?”

“The booze isn’t free. You and Evie paid for it remember... you put a ton of money behind the bar, Evie’s idea. I mean it’s free for us, but not for you two...so cheers Drakey!”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Maxwell’s eyes widened as Drake climbed over the bar- scrutinising for the money. Panicking, Maxwell backed away- needing to find Evie, hoping that she would distract him. Somehow.

****

Fuck

Drake woke up in a sweat. Looking around, they were in the Parisian hotel room. The place that Drake had escorted her towards after his second proposal. The successful one. Sitting up, he couldn’t wait to marry the love of his life. However, he was horrified with the possibility that he may have to contribute to the bars float. It was just a dream. He wasn’t a tight bastard, or maybe he was? But their mutual friends were all nobles- surely they could afford their own drinks? Calculating the number of guests in his mind, he was then attempting to work out how many drinks the guests would each have. Maxwell and Adelaide would be the biggest burdens if there was a free bar, taking advantage. At least Brooks is pregnant- that’s one less person, he thought to himself.

“Drake?” Evie stirred, wondering what he was doing. “Are you okay?” She asked softly, as she attempted to wake up properly.

“Yeah...” Laying back down, he pulled her into his embrace and held her lovingly.

“Evie? You know when we get married...”

“Yeah?”

“Do we have to pay for the booze? For everyone?”

“Of course we do, Drake! You can’t be a sponger all of your life. It’s that or the wedding will be alcohol free....”

Drake’s eyes widened, realisation that there would be no whiskey or any alcohol for that matter if he refused to pay upfront. “Or we could pay, then send Maxwell or someone around with a bucket and if anyone is willing to pay a donation they can do. Besides, what’s a bit of money for alcohol- people will buy us wedding gifts. It’s the least we can do.” Snuggling into his chest, she loved seeing the horror written across his face. Trying not to laugh, she knew exactly who was paying for her wedding, and for the drinks of course. They remained in silence for a while, content in each other’s company.

“Did you love my parents Drake?” That was random. He thought to himself. Why is she asking that?

“Yes. Of course I did, they did everything they could for myself and Sav. They took us in when they didn’t need to. They were the most amazing people, that I’ve ever known. I am thankful for everything that they did for me, for us.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

“When they died, they left me an envelope... You can thank them for paying for our wedding, including the drinks. I love you, Drake.”

#we belong #drake #evie #TW: Adult language #TW: mention of shooting past tense #TW: mention of stabbing present tense #prompts

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hms-chill · 5 years ago

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RWRB Study Guide: Chapter 14

Hi y’all! I’m going through Casey McQuiston’s Red, White & Royal Blue and defining/explaining references! Feel free to follow along, or block the tag #rwrbStudyGuide if you’re not interested!

Jezebel (359): Jezebel calls itself “a supposedly feminist website”; they are a blog geared toward women

Dykes on Bikes (359): Dykes on Bikes is a philanthropic organization focused on building community of women motorcyclists and supporting LGBT+ organizations.

Westboro Baptist Church (359): A church famous for being homophobic and doing pretty much exactly what Jesus said not to do.

Pennsylvania Avenue (359): The street that the White House is on.

Green (359): Someone who’s green is fresh or young and naive

The House (360): The House of Representatives is one of two branches of Congress.

Speaker (360): The Speaker of the House is the presiding officer of the House of Representatives.

X-wings (360): The ships flown by rebel pilots in the original Star Wars movies.

Vogue (360): Vogue is one of the biggest fashion magazines in the US.

Decathlon (361): A track event composed of ten different events.

Oval Room (362): The White House’s Yellow Oval Room is on the south side of the White House’s second floor; it has been used as a library, study, and reception room.

Bluebonnet (362): The state flower of Texas; they bloom all along the roadways in the spring.

Barracuda (362): A Barracuda is a large, predatory fish known for being ferocious. It is also a 1977 song by rock band Heart.

Keds (362): A brand of classy sneakers.

Resolute Desk (362): The president’s desk in the Oval Office.

“Four, on the other couch: Alex, counting” (362): You know what Alex does to calm down when he’s in minor panic mode? He makes lists.

Oval Office (363): The president’s office.

Sockpuppet account (364): An account that isn’t linked to a real person.

RNC (364): The Republican National Committee, the committee that leads the conservative American political party.

Not paying for Bigfoot sightings (365): A reference to the fact that most photos of Bigfoot are blurry or indistinct.

Subpoena (365): A document that demands that someone present evidence to a court.

Red Bull (366): An energy drink.

Weed gummy (366): A gummy with marijuana in it, often used to help someone calm down.

Five Guys (367): Five Guys Burgers and Fries is a popular burger/fry place.

A1 Sauce (367): A type of steak sauce.

“Bills, Bills, Bills” (367): A very popular Destiny’s Child song complaining about a man who refuses to work/do his part in the relationship. (listen here)

NYU (368): New York University

Casper Mattresses (369): A mattress brand that often sponsors episodes of podcasts.

Diplomatic Reception Room (370): A room used to receive foreign diplomats on the south side of the White House (just below the Oval Room).

Fireside chats (370): A series of radio talks from president Franklin Delano Roosevelt from 1933-1944. He spoke directly to the American people with familiarity, explaining his policies and the course of WWII.

October 2 (371): The Bill of Rights was first sent to the US states on October 2nd, 1789. The Twilight Zone premiered on October 2nd, 1959. Thurgood Marshall was sworn in as the first African American supreme court justice on October 2nd, 1967.

Purple silk (372): Purple was historically the color of royalty, as purple dye was the most expensive.

American Dream (373): The idea that if someone works hard enough in America, they can succeed.

Jack loved Jackie (374): John Franklin “Jack” Kennedy and his wife, Jackie Kennedy.

Lyndon loved Lady Bird (374): Lyndon B Johnson (who Lake LBJ is named for) and Lady Bird Johnson were a president and first lady.

Inauguration Day (375): The day in January when the new president is sworn in and officially takes office.

Mall (375): The National Mall is a park in DC between the Lincoln and Washington monuments. It’s where MLK’s March on Washington ended.

Sam the Eagle (375): Sam Eagle is a muppet known for his extreme patriotism.

AG (377): Attorney General, the head of the department of justice.

Undocumented (378): Someone who is undocumented is in the US without the appropriate documentation and is at risk of being deported if they are discovered.

Nicotine patch (381): A patch that provides people with nicotine, used to help quit smoking.

Queen’s Bedroom (383): A room on the second floor of the White House, formerly known as the rose room. It’s almost entirely light pink.

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We’re so close! If there’s anything I missed or that you’d like more on, please let me know! And if you’d like to/are able, please consider buying me a ko-fi? I know not everyone can, and that’s fine, but these things take a lot of time/work and I’d really appreciate it!

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Chapter 1 // Chapter 13 // Chapter 15

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princesscatherinemiddleton · 5 years ago

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My thoughts and feelings on the Great British Divorce, as written on January 18th (and updated on February 19th)

I wrote a very long and detailed essay on my feelings when the Sussexes stood down and it was super cathartic. I’ve not reread it since (although I have added one final paragraph) but I am going to make you all read it...

Prince Harry announces he is dating Meghan Markle

I had Meghan Markle down with Ellie Goulding, Mollie from The Saturdays, Caroline Flack, and Jenna Coleman as famous women Harry has “dated” that would never come to anything. Then, on a completely normal day when I was at work, Harry released his statement. It was completely unprecedented. Everyone in the staffroom was talking about it, saying things like “I didn’t even know he was dating/Diana would want to see him happy/Who is she?”. And I knew they would be for keeps. This one would become Mrs Harry.

Engagement announcement

Do you want to know what my initial reaction was when the engagement was announced? Fear and worry. I was so so scared that Harry’s fiancé would be put through the same awful treatment Kate had gone through. I was also worried that Meghan would be pitted against Kate and vice versa – I hadn’t spent all those years watching people drag Kate against Diana/Sophie/Camilla/[insert female royal here] to live it again with Harry’s fiancé. But, despite my fears and the initial sinking feeling of dread, I was still excited. Apart from George’s first day at school, Harry and Meghan’s engagement announcement remains the only event with no Kate appearance that has a tag on my blog. I fell in love with the brilliant, charismatic, intelligent woman in the engagement interview. I was excited for the future.

Pre-wedding engagements

My main memory of how I felt at the time was disappointment at Meghan’s outfits. Where had my stylish young professional gone? Why was she wearing these wide-legged trousers that dragged on the floor with long coats? But I genuinely thought they both did really well. Meghan came across as personable and warm and intelligent. They were clearly in sync. They were a modern young couple and the perfect counterpart to the stability of the Cambridges.

Wedding

I was at uni when the wedding happened. I took the day off work and travelled home for one day to surprise my mum and watch the wedding with her. My auntie called me minutes before Meghan appeared to talk to me because she was watching it and she “knew” I was on my own in Bournemouth. When Meghan appeared, I literally crawled in front of the TV and sat inches from the screen so I could see her emerge in her dress in all its glory (I was disappointed, ngl). I cried during her wedding. I’d spent the morning spotting celebrities and Kate was there and the bridal party was fantastic. Meghan’s tiara shone like the jewel she was. Charles, Camilla, and Doria were literally angelic. After the wedding I went to my auntie’s house to watch the FA Cup final (as a family, we always do that and have a BBQ) and I spent all my time on my phone waiting for photos of their evening outfits. I cried again when I saw Meghan’s Stella dress. It’s one of my favourite wedding outfits of all time. I’m a super fussy bitch and I had plenty of complaints with the wedding and I have aired them before but it was a truly happy and wonderful day and I was happy and content.

Post-wedding engagements

I know I’m literally only talking about Meghan but I don’t pay attention to Harry so I barely know if he’s there or not. I think Meghan hit the ground running. She did some brilliant engagements during the time post-wedding and pre-Archie. Her patronage choices were inspired and the work she did with her patronages is some of my favourite Meghan work. Obviously, she also created the Together Cookbook, which doesn’t need going into. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Meghan would have been the Anne of this generation of royals, quietly getting the numbers and doing fantastic work. Meghan was connecting with people no one else could in a way no one had since Harry himself. She quite literally made the role her own.

Faux Pas

Meghan had teething problems but, most of the time, I put them down to cultural differences. Things like talking about abortion in Ireland – any British person knows not to do that. More importantly, it was a political statement, which is, essentially, “against the rules”. I think Meghan would have grown out of these, as she was making far less of them already, in the same way Kate, Camilla, Sophie, and Diana grew out of them. I also think the general public opinion wasn’t as positive as social media has people believe. I was talking to Cece about this but the Africa documentary went down badly. If it wasn’t for Andy’s well-timed interview, I think it would have been a much bigger deal but, as it was, it was swept under the carpet. Don’t get me wrong, I think Meghan made some incredible points in the documentary that deserved being aired BUT I never heard anyone in the real world say anything positive about those decisions. I think, during their time together, both Harry and Meghan made mistakes that warranted criticism and I don’t think they ever received that criticism because…

Press treatment of Meghan

Has every royal woman received incredibly negative headlines? Yes. Has Kate and her family been treated awfully by the press? Yes. Do I find it funny when people make comments like “look, Meghan touched her baby bump and people hate her and they loved it when Kate did it” when I had to sit through people talking about what trailer trash Kate was for touching her bump in her first two pregnancies? Yes. Was Meghan compared to Kate in the same way Kate was compared to Sophie and Sarah compared to Diana? Yes. Was Meghan’s coverage actually that different from the coverage Kate got? No. Did Meghan receive worse coverage than any other British royal? Yes. Without a doubt.

I’ve stayed away from talking about race too much. I am a white woman. I look like a “stereotypically” Jewish woman as my family is Jewish. A large proportion of my family is either from the Republic of Ireland or the Irish travelling community. I’ve seen my family be subject to abuse because of their ethnicity. My mum has scars because her house was set on fire as a child because her dad was Irish. Despite that, I have no idea what it is like to experience racism. I’ve had the most closeted white woman life when it comes to matters of race. None of the things I described was racism in the way Meghan experienced it and none of it means I am in a position where I can join in on this conversation. I have spent years learning about racism and every day I find myself coming across something that I hadn’t considered, like the idea that Meghan is a good mum for going back to work so quickly is a form of positive discrimination and we should tackle that. I genuinely don’t know how much I should get involved in these conversations but I also don’t want to add to emotional labour by continuously directing these conversations towards people of colour.

Coming from my position of privilege, Meghan received some truly awful and horrific treatment at the hands of the press and the public. She was humiliated, her family history and private life was raked over, she was blamed for war because she ate an avocado one time? I can only assume Harry is really good in bed because there is no way I would have stayed with him if I had to go through what Meghan went through. Announcing they were suing the press was still the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen though.

BRF & Meghan

The BRF could have – and should have – done more to protect Meghan from the press. However, I think it was naïve to ever assume they would. I could talk until I’m blue in the face about how it would have helped Meghan’s confidence (and the BRF’s PR) to make a statement like “The Queen and the royal family are greatly distressed at the treatment of the Duchess of Sussex…”. I could talk about how the BRF uses symbolism rather than statements and I watched you all talk about how the Queen loves Meghan because she went on the royal train and had a solo engagement with the Queen so don’t pretend for one minute that you all don’t know that. I could talk about William releasing a statement (which everyone glosses over but go off, I guess). I could talk about how, if the Queen did not release a statement, Kate couldn’t very well have gone off and released one on her own (also, how come it’s always The Queen, Charles, Will, and Kate, where is Camilla?). But there’s no point. They should have done more. It was a massive oversight not to consider how being a woman of colour would affect Meghan’s treatment after becoming a member of the firm and they had a duty to help protect her. But no one should ever have thought it would have happened. The BRF look after number 1 and that, right now, is the Queen. That’s how it has always been. They treated Meghan the same way they treat everyone who isn’t in the direct line (also Andrew but that’s Andrew). As Katie says, anything else would have blown up in Meghan’s face. If I was in charge of the BRF’s PR, I would not have advised them to say anything.

Archie

Archie is a precious angel and I refuse to hear otherwise.

Archie’s birth was poorly handled by Sara but I don’t care. It was cute. Archie’s christening was foolishly handled by the Sussexes. I also don’t massively care. It’s miniscule in comparison to the bigger fish at play. Despite that, the only people who would have cared who Archie’s godparents were, are on this site. By refusing to allow the small bit of access the public get to christenings, it annoyed people who barely even know who Archie is. And we’re still talking about it today. I said to a friend recently that most British people only care about royals when it comes to weddings, babies, and money. With a wedding in Windsor, not London, and on a Saturday (meaning no bank holiday), coupled with a messy birth announcement, no “Lindo Wing” appearance, and the godparent faux pas, they missed golden opportunities to help the public fall in love with them and their family. There’s a reason the Cambridge kids are always seen after a PR disaster.

Sussex Statement

My opinion on the statement? Massively poorly handled. I think the BRF knew the Sussexes wanted out but did not know the statement would be released. This doesn’t contradict anything anyone has said. Harry and Meghan are right to leave. Mentally, and also for their family. They will flourish outside of the confines of the BRF. I also think Harry messed up by releasing the statement when he did. By forcing the hand, the public was calling for them to lose their funding before a decision had to be made (and lo and behold, they lost their funding), rather than being able to release a full statement confirming how much money they would keep. TLDR; good idea, hope it all works out, awfully handled.

Sussex/BRF Resolution

I think it was the best possible solution. I’m a little shocked they are completely stepping down but, as time goes on, I’m not surprised. I think the Sussexes clearly expected to be more half in/half out because their website had a whole section dedicated to royal work and supporting the Queen and taxpayer funding. The website used their titles. There are still things to work out (Duchy funding? How will they repay the taxpayers? Will they go to Trooping? Will they answer letters? SussexRoyal) but I think it’s a good middle ground.

Overall thoughts

The Sussexes are right to leave. The way they left was messy af and I blame Harry for that. I don’t think Meghan was innocent in how they left but I blame Harry for being so trigger happy. They made some bad PR moves in the last few months: announcing they were suing the press (do it quietly or they’ll just come after you more), the documentary, the statement. I think the press will be after them even more now and I think it’s interesting looking at how many times we’ve seen Meghan papped in Canada this year compared to the times we saw her papped in the UK since 2017. I also think, long term, they will lose their star power and become Reese Witherspoon levels of famous. Everyone knows who she is, most people like her, she does some good philanthropic work, she gets freebies, that’s pretty much it. Meghan and Harry’s appeal (and this goes for every single royal) is in the fact they are royal. Without the connection to the BRF, they’re just rich people preaching.

I’m also very sad. I thought Meghan would come back, post maternity leave, with a new project and put everyone else to shame. I thought she would take on new patronages, do a solo overseas visit, and generally flourish as a young working mum. We will see far less of her than we thought we would. I doubt we’ll see little Archie much at all. As for Harry, I can officially say that the most amusing and upsetting thing to come out of this has been seeing good, kind, left-wing people brown nose a rich, privileged, racist, quite frankly dangerous white man because he married a good woman. I think he will struggle more out of the royal bubble than in it because he’s lost the little structure he had.

Harry was always going to leave the royal family. Meghan might have been a catalyst, but she is not the cause. There is nothing the BRF could have done – no statement – that would have stopped him. He did a whole interview about how much he hates being a royal and then said the public need royals. In his new life as a whatever he is now, my biggest worry is that he will spend more time talking publicly about issues like mental health, without understanding what he is saying. I hope I’m wrong and that he flourishes and becomes a force to be reckoned with. But, while I know Meghan will do brilliantly, I have no idea what he’ll do.

Meghan, Archie, I hope you flourish. I can’t wait to see what you do next. Harry. Sayonara, biatch.

A final update

I thought I should give my thoughts on this now – mid-February – after the dust has settled. I genuinely miss a lot of the people the Sussexes brought to the fandom. I miss planning outfits for Meg to wear to events, I miss predicting what Meghan’s next patronages might be. I miss seeing Meghan interacting with the public, because that was where she shone. We now know the Sussexes will formally split on March 31st, after a final set of engagements. I’m super looking forward to these engagements and judging the vibe from everyone there. We also know it’s likely they will have to rebrand (my bet is Sussex Foundation) and I’m assuming this rebrand will happen in April/May time, possibly around their anniversary. Honestly, I was expecting to see more of them. I was expecting more posts on their Instagram about private visits to charities. I was definitely not expecting them to jump straight to JP Morgan and start attending exclusive events. Rich people going to rich people, I guess. Despite that, Meghan and Harry could start a business selling rubber ducks and, quite frankly, it’s none of my business. If we never see them again, that’s their choice as private citizens and I have to respect that. I’m still fascinated to see how this will all turn out but they are now free to live their own lives and, because of that, I’m going to live and let live.

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snowdice · 4 years ago

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Little Kestrel (Part 4)[Birds of Different Feathers Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan & Patton & Virgil (future Virgil/Patton but not in this story)

Characters:

Main: Logan, Patton, Virgil

Appear: Thomas

Mentioned: Janus

Summary:

Notes: Implied/referenced child abuse, assassination attempt, knives, torture mentioned, captivity, teenagers being really dumb

This is a prequel to Kill Dear. I wrote it 100 words at a time on my blog, but this is the edited version. If you want to see how it was crafted, look at the tag proofread stories.

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Logan’s statement did not appear to go over well with the small assassin. He went still and curled over into himself as though to protect his more vulnerable areas. Honestly, Logan thought agitated, Logan hadn’t threatened any bodily harm. He’d even prefaced the statement with an apology even though he didn’t feel as though he had anything to apologize for! Just like father had taught him!

Patton shot him a glare, telling him he was somehow in the wrong despite the fact that he’d been the one who was almost assassinated. Logan grumbled and returned to quietly sulking in the background while Patton cooed at the assassin, trying to cajole him out of the ball he’d wrapped himself into.

Logan did have to admit the situation was odd. He was young. He didn’t even know anyone trained assassins so young. His kingdom did have a guild of trained assassins/spies, but one couldn’t even join the military until one was of age (though they could start training at 16 with special permission) and all assassins must have at least a year of military training before being considered. It would be years more before they were sent out on actual missions.

So, where had this young boy came from? Surely, he wasn’t acting of his own volition, especially considering his age and temperament. What was his or whoever had sent him’s greater purpose? One didn’t attempt the risky act of regicide without some reasoning. Why did he only have one weapon? Most hired killers would be provided with a backup at the very least and more than likely an arsenal. Why was he acting so skittish? It was a strange attitude for a trained killer.

He had piqued Logan’s curiosity and Logan wanted answers.

“There, see?” Patton was saying. He was hand feeding more of the cookie to the assassin who looked just as startled by this fact the second time around as the first. “How about a compromise?”

Logan eyed him suspiciously. He was willing to let Patton lead since Logan was well aware of his own shortcomings when it came to tact, but his friend also had a bit of a bleeding heart. Logan refused to let him put himself at risk.

Ironically, the assassin seemed to be on the same page as Logan. His eyes tracked Patton distrustfully. “Compromise?” he echoed.

“Yes!” Patton said, unconcerned with the blatant discomfort in the room.

“We’ll ask you a question and you answer it,” Patton said. “Then you can ask a question and we’ll answer that. Then we can keep going back and forth like that.”

The assassin seemed unsure about this, but he slowly nodded. “What’s your question?” he asked.

Patton looked back at Logan and inclined his head. Logan took a step forward. “Who are you?” Logan asked. The assassin hesitated.

“Maybe a more specific question,” Patton suggested. “We’ve got plenty of time and ‘who are you?’ is a bit of a big question. There are so many different answers!”

“Very well,” Logan agreed. “Let’s start with, what’s your name?”

The assassin considered him, looking overly cautious for such a mundane question. “It’s Virgil,” he said after a moment.

“Last name?” Logan prompted.

“I-” he hesitated, looking distressed. “I don’t have one.”

“You don’t have one?” Logan asked.

And… he was curling up into a ball again. “Sorry,” he said softly. He started to cry again.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, hey,” Patton soothed. “That was good.”

Logan frowned. It was not ‘good’. It had given them basically no information. “Why-”

“It’s Virgil’s turn to ask a question, Logan,” Patton said. Logan almost groaned. This was going to take forever, wasn’t it?

Virgil’s eyes bounced between them. “Why haven’t you called someone to take me away yet?” he asked.

“We wanted to ask you a few questions ourselves before getting the castle guards involved,” Logan answered.

“Are…” he shut his mouth, likely realizing he’d have to wait for his next question.

Logan considered him. “Why do you have no last name?” Logan asked.

Virgil looked away. “I’m an orphan. I don’t know who my parents were, and no one bothered to give me one.”

“Ah, that makes sense,” Logan acknowledged. “And your question?”

“Are…” Virgil said. “Are you going to torture me if I don’t answer something right?”

Patton let out a little pained exhale.

“Why would we do that?” Logan asked.

“Why wouldn’t you do that?” he replied.

“Where the hell are you from where that’s a question?”

“Why the hell should I tell you?”

“Why the hell would you be defending a place that makes you think that’s a normal question?”

“What the fuck are you even on about?”

“Okay,” Patton cut Logan off before he retorted in kind. “I think that’s enough of the question game at the moment.” He stood up and walked back over to the plate of cookies.

“He-” Logan started to grouse and got a sugar cookie pushed into his mouth to silence him.

Logan frowned around the cookie as Patton went back and offered the other cookie to Virgil. Virgil turned his head away from it. Logan’s eyes watched the assassin as Patton thought for a moment and then tore a bit of the cookie off. He ate the bite himself before offering the cookie again. This Virgil was a suspicious thing, Logan thought as the boy slowly ate a bite of cookie.

It made Logan’s curiosity itch even more, but at this rate he wasn’t going to get any answers. He polished off the sugar cookie and then walked over to sit on the floor next to where Patton was kneeling.

Virgil watched him move and Logan met his eyes. “No, by the way,” Logan thought to answer. “We aren’t going to hurt you.”

Logan tried not to bristle at the disbelieving look on his face. Logically that distrust had nothing to do with Logan personally, but with whatever his experiences were before this.

Logan tilted his head at him. “Why the one knife?”

Virgil blinked at that. “What?”

“The knife,” Logan reiterated. “You were clearly here to use it, but you only have one. It seems odd.”

“Uh…” Virgil said. “I don’t know. That’s all they gave me.”

Logan nodded. “Me or my dad?” he asked. “Or both?”

Virgil clearly didn’t want to answer. “The king,” he said.

Logan nodded, and it suddenly hit him exactly what would have occurred if he and Patton hadn’t happened to be awake. Virgil seemed to see the realization on his face. He braced himself as though expecting to be struck. Logan felt suddenly nauseous, the idea of a dead father hitting a bit too close to home after…

“And the guards?” Logan asked.

“I didn’t,” Virgil rushed to say. “Just a light sleeping potion. They probably didn’t even notice anything happen.”

“Okay,” Logan said. “Good.”

“What are you going to do with me?” Virgil asked.

“We’ll hand you over to the guards,” Logan said. “They’ll figure out what to do with you from there.”

He nodded, looking small, and Logan refused to feel guilty for it. Virgil had come here with the intention of killing Logan’s dad! Logan had no reason to feel guilty about turning him in. Besides, it wasn’t as though any of them were going to hurt or kill a literal child. Dad would never let them anyway. He’d be fine! There was no reason for his sad eyes that seemed almost too big for his face to make Logan want to squirm uncomfortably.

Logan sighed. “Are you still hungry?” he asked. “We do actually have more than just cookies in spite of Patton’s efforts.”

“We don’t have any more jam though because of Logan’s efforts earlier,” Patton said sweetly. Logan pursed his lips but didn’t deny it. Instead he just walked over to where they’d stored their extra snacks.

“How about some cheese?” Logan suggested, “and perhaps some milk to drink?”

“Why are you trying to feed me?” Virgil asked.

“Because you look hungry. Are you?”

He bit his lip and nodded. They split up the cheese between the three of them which seemed to soothe Virgil’s worry of poison. He ate what they offered him without complaint and drank most of the milk.

Logan managed to squeeze a few more answers out of the boy, but nowhere near enough to satiate his curiosity. Eventually, morning came, and Logan sighed. “We should probably…” he said, “turn you in.”

The boy looked like he might burst into sobs, but he just hung his head. Another stab of that unfounded guilt shot through Logan and the frown on Patton’s face just made it worse.

“I’ll talk to my father first,” Logan promised. “He’s a kind man. Nothing bad will happen to you.”

Virgil clearly didn’t believe him, but Logan knew it would be okay in the end.

“We should probably hide him before we leave though,” Logan told Patton. “Just in case.”

Patton nodded and looked around. “Closet?”

“That will be adequate,” Logan agreed. He turned to Virgil. “Those bracelets make your arms stay in place as you have seen, but I can move them at will. I’ll take your arms and guide you to the closet. You walk behind me. Understand?”

Virgil nodded and Logan picked up both of his wrists, pulling his arms in front of him and then using his grip to help the boy stand. He didn’t resist being pulled to his feet or led to the closet.

“Alright, let’s go,” Logan said. Patton had on his unhappy face, but Logan did his best to ignore it. This was the correct decision. He and Patton left his bedroom and crossed to his dad’s room. Logan knocked. He’d expected that he’d have to wake his father since it was still very early in the morning, so he was surprised when the door opened before Logan had even finished knocking.

“Logan,” Father said. “I was just coming to see you.” He was already dressed, and Logan raked his brain for any early morning appointments for today and came up blank.

“What about?” Logan asked.

“There’s been word that Lamir’s new Queen may be considering an alliance with Mocnejsi. Seeing as I knew her mother fairly well, I’m hoping I can talk her out of it,” he said.

“What should I do?” Logan asked.

Father turned back into the room. “You’ll stay here and oversee things while I’m gone,” he told Logan over his shoulder. “I’ll only be gone for three weeks and there is nothing major that will need to happen. Just make sure everything runs like usual.”

“You’re going to be gone for three weeks?” Logan asked.

“Yes,” Father confirmed.

Logan glanced at Patton who had turned to him, hands clasped and was shooting him his best pleading expression. “Okay,” Logan said, “have a nice trip.”

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