#king feels nervous of raising a child again

[blackrocks-king]

*A baby appears*

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! ? ! ? ! ? ! Who’s— child is this . ? Oh dear .. Where did you come from . ? ?

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

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19/12: Future & Face Sitting - Aemond Targaryen Word Count: 1.5k~ | Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, oral (f receiving), prince regent aemond A/N: This is in the Pearl of The Realm Universe!

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It's something he'd dreamt of, but never really envisioned. Perhaps he'd never allowed himself to. With Aegon severely wounded by dragonfire, the conqueror's crown would no longer sit atop his head with ease, so now it sat on his.

It was lighter than he imagined it would be. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He was not King. But it was the closest he'd ever be to it.

The aura was strange at the Dragonpit, very much akin to Aegon's in that sense. 

He remembered standing beside Helena as she'd pressed her lips together and curtseyed before her brother-husband, who had become her king and made her his queen. Remembered how she had that distant, forlorn look in her pale violet eyes. Like she knew hardships were coming.

And as Aemond turned to his little pearl to see what expression she wore, he felt his heart ache for her like he had done for his sister.

She was visibly nervous. Clasping her hands at her front, and squeezing for dear life. Her eyes were trained on the space before her, away from anyone else's. He could not blame her. She married a second son. Who would inherit nothing but a name.

She never expected this responsibility, and in a way, above the power that the crown gave him, he felt awful that he could not give his wife, who deserved the world, the peaceful, calm life she always expected.

Not a word was spoken between them, until they reached their chambers, and the doors shut with a heavy thud, like he wanted to shut out that feeling.

“I am sorry…” she whispered suddenly, standing in the middle of the room.

He was transported in his memory back to their wedding night, when she'd apologised, for maybe not being as pretty as he wanted her to be.

She had come a long way, but she still always apologised too much.

He saw her throat bob before she continued, “I could not find the right moment to tell you…”

“What is it, my love”, he replied softly, moving a waved strand of hair from her face with all the sincerity of a husband so irrevocably in love.

Her eyes lifted to meet his gaze, leaning slightly into his hand before she took his one hand in her two small ones, leading it flat to her stomach.

And then he understands.

Her nerves. Her silence.

She was terrified.

And with child.

His face softened instantly despite the incessant weight of the conqueror’s crown on his temples, his violet eye searched her nervous face, as if trying to see what she was thinking.

“I am frightened, Aemond…” she uttered quietly, her cheeks pink and lips pressed together, trying outwardly to stop herself from falling apart and becoming hysterical.

His hand almost entirely covered her belly and he sighed as he rubbed it lovingly, his child inside her made him feel all hazy on love.

“Afraid of what, wife?”

She swallowed thickly before she raised her head, “Afraid of…what this all means for us now,” she replied, her eyebrows arched in worry, “for our child.”

He understood entirely what she meant. And he saw her eyes close contently as his palm rested against her cheek, brushing her hair away, “Oh, my little pearl. I will not let anything happen to you, or our babe.”

When their gazes met, she knew she had nothing but her belief in him. She had to believe him. Though her eyes were moist, with tears rimmed in them with fear of their future, she gave him a gentle smile, choosing to put her faith in her husband entirely.

“I will not have you go to sleep crying”, he whispered, softly running the backs of his fingers over her cheek, seeing her nod weakly.

“Unless you are crying my name”.

She gave a watery laugh, a pleasant smile stretching on her delicate features. And when she met eyes with him again, the smile faded into a blush, finding that her husband was in no mood for shallow promises as his hand drifted from her stomach to that sensitive spot between her legs, even above her thick skirts, she felt herself become warm.

“I-I thought…lords did not lay with their wives if they were…”

Aemond smirked, quite forgetting the crown placed atop his head when he leaned down to lay open-mouthed kisses to her neck, making her shiver.

“It is fortunate that I am no lord then, little pearl”.

His words made a warmth sink between her thighs, clutching onto his doublet tightly like he might disappear in a moment.

She sighed, eyes slipping shut as Aemond kissed and marked at her neck, not noticing that Aemond’s deft hands were undoing the laces of her dress and prying each section apart. It was only when his warm hands chased the curves of her hips and back that she lifted her eyes to him again. 

“Aemond-”

“Hush - do you not wish to please your King?”

The words make her mouth go dry, a chill settling on the little baby hairs on her arms as he tugs the heavy dress off her, like he was desperate to see what was underneath. As if he had not seen her bare since the day they were wed.

He tugged her close to him as he sat on their bed, his face level with her breasts which he mouthed over lovingly, taking one of her nipples between his lips and suckling gently, both his hands tight on her hips.

“Aemond…”

He still loved that, the way she said his name so breathily and needy like that. 

He fought the urge to grin, teasing the stiffened bud with his warm tongue before trailing it to the other.

“Hm - Oh, little pearl, I can hardly wait to see you fat with child - and these so full…”

She gasped in pleasure, a warm feeling sinking to the apex of her thighs. 

And Aemond did grin widely when she squeaked with surprise as her husband laid back on the bed, pulling her on top of him, with her legs either side of his waist.

Being on top was not something she'd done before. And being entirely naked on top of her entirely clothed husband, makes her head spin dramatically.

“Aemond, I…I don't know-”

She shivered as his warm hands traced the outline of her body, “I have not seen that lost, blushing expression in so long, dear wife. Are you nervous?”

She nodded softly, her eyes looking away, wanting to cover herself but knowing that if she tried, it would only inspire him to tear her hands away from herself.

“My sweet, innocent wife…I only wish to taste you.”

Her eyes widen, “Aemond, I do not want to hurt y-”

“You will not hurt me. I want your cunt on my lips, now.”

She could feel her stomach flipping with nerves as Aemond guided her higher, her cheeks aflame with the idea that all this was arousing her in the most forbidden way.

“Relax..”

She could do about anything but relax as Aemond tugged her hips down, a high pitched moan slipping out when she felt his warm tongue part her slick folders and dive in, his moan vibrating through her core as he moved his lips with passion.

He hummed into her womanhood, his fingers sinking into her flesh to keep her flush down to his mouth as he feasted on her. He is sure he could spend forever between her plush thighs, almost forgetting the weight of the crown slipping from his moonlit head as he tasted his queen.

The crown almost slipped all the way off as he hand grasped his hair, her hips moving atop his tongue in micro-movements, “Gods - Aemond-”

With his one eye looking up at her body, he squeezed her thighs tighter, increasing his movements and shifting his tongue up to suckle at her bud, enjoying the way she moaned breathily and tipped her head back.

He happily sucked every bit of release that came from her as he felt her trembling atop him, her fingers tightening in his hair almost painfully as she rode out her high by fucking herself against his needy mouth, prolonging her sweet rapture by sliding his wet muscle through her quivering walls.

She jolted when he placed open-mouthed kisses to her sensitive cunt, his hands soothing where he'd been gripping at her.

Equally, she whined when he pulled his lips from her, looking down at him with flushed cheeks and dreamy, misty eyes. Her husband grinned up at her, as if in victory, the conqueror's crown laid upside down on the bed above his head from the effort of his lust.

She briefly worried she'd upset him by nudging the crown from his head.

And her heart thudded with excitement, as did his, when she leaned down, to place it back atop his head.

Aemond was sure, he had never been more hard in his life at that moment.

And he smirked with mischief as he leaned up, making her sit astride him, still trembling from her release, and unlaced his breeches. 

It may take all night, but gods, he'd make her feel like a queen by the end of it.

Like his queen.

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[lovestruckelf]

Hi, I stumbled upon your post that you wanted to write a one shot and I think I happen to have an idea. It’s Thranduil x reader one shot. Reader asks him for an archery class but the elven king himself didn’t practice for centuries. Thranduil agrees because he has a crush on reader, but is really nervous in the process. And during their one on one class he obviously tries to find out if the feelings are mutual. Please don’t limit yourself on how sweet or dirty it could be. TIA!

Thank you so much for your request and my first one shot! I adored your idea and it was so much fun to write. Gave me all the giddies. I hope I did it justice <3

Please enjoy x

JUST LET GO (ao3 link)

Grabbing your bow and quiver full of freshly made arrows, you venture out into the forest of Mirkwood to practice your skills. Being a warrior of Mirkwood, it is essential for you to stay on top of your game. Although you are a relatively young elf being almost two centuries old, you were still fast becoming one of Mirkwood’s finest even though you had not yet seen war. Your name was known among your peers and mentors for a reason, however, not for your skills with a bow. Your skills lay with the sword but this was not enough for you. Being the young, tenacious elf you are, you sought to be the best in all forms of defence and the Mirkwood elves were known for their skilled archers. Being a proud Woodland warrior, you would not tarnish that reputation. The goal of one day joining the King’s guard was a priority and you knew that being skilled and highly regarded in both the sword and the bow would better your chances.

As you walked through the halls with your weapon, you didn’t notice the King catch a glimpse of you walking by from within a nearby room. He was speaking with one of his advisors but when his eyes caught sight of your determined face with the beautiful shade of your hair that was uniquely yours, his attention was elsewhere. The King had first taken notice of you when he was observing a training lesson from his private balcony which overlooked the kingdom. The way you moved with such poise and elegance, taking down your opponents as if it were child’s play. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you as you were dancing around with the sword. Being the swordsman he was, Thranduil decided to take it upon himself to conduct a few of your group training sessions. These were rare and no one knew it but it was just an excuse to learn more about you. The first time he had challenged you in front of your peers rendered him speechless. Your swords would clash and the looks you gave him with that cheeky little smirk each time you blocked his attacks made the usually composed and strong ellon weak at the knees.

Thranduil looked back to his adviser and quickly excused himself, intrigued about where you could be heading with such determination in your stride. He decided to follow you from a distance, curious that you carried your bow and quiver. With your eyes forward, you reached the entrance to the palace and walked through the gate towards the dense forest. You found the perfect spot to practice your shooting and set yourself up, removing your quiver from your back and placing it on the ground leaning it up against a boulder. Closing your eyes, you took in the gentle musical tones of the forest around you, tuning yourself into the surroundings. Loading the bow with an arrow, you opened your eyes and marked a dead leaf hanging from the branch of a nearby tree. A perfect target for practice. Raising the bow up and pulling the string back to your cheek, you squinted your eyes to lock onto your target and held your breath as you gently released the arrow.

Missed.

Taking a breath, you tell yourself that you’re warming up as you load another arrow into your bow, and once again take aim at the dead leaf. You squint your eyes again focusing your vision, holding your breath to steady your hand, and fire the arrow across the way towards the leaf.

Another miss.

Being the perfectionist you are, you feel a slight sense of frustration building up inside you. You were an elf! You should be naturally skilled with the bow. The prince makes it look so easy. You take a deep breath, pushing down the frustration and focus on the leaf once more. Analysing how it moves on the gentle breeze. You weren’t aware, however, of a pair of stormy blue and silver eyes watching you from a small distance. They watched your every move; the way your chest stilled when you held your breath, the squint of your eyes just before you released an arrow, how tall and proud you stood with the bow pulled taut. You were a vision of perfection, and you didn’t know it, but you were the beginning of the King’s undoing. Thranduil watched as you loaded a bow for the third time and released an arrow towards the leaf. The projectile just skimmed past the side of it and you released a sigh of defeat. “How does the prince do this?!” you exclaimed, without realising there were ears to hear you.

An involuntary chuckle escaped the King's lips and the sound made you load another arrow and pull it taut as you snapped your body around to search for where the sound came from. Using your acute elven eyesight, you searched in between the trees and through the long grass but could not see any sign of disturbance. That’s when a slow movement caught your eyes from behind a tree and you pulled the bowstring taut against your face one more time. “Whoever you are, I would advise you to reveal yourself.” Your breath is controlled and your hands steady. Movement could be seen as the tall ellon took a step from behind the tree and faced you with his hands up as a sign of peace.

“Forgive me, I did not mean to startle. Although, judging by your aim I do not have much reason to worry about being injured”, Thranduil said with a small smirk. You immediately put the bow down, gently loosening your grip on the string and the arrow fell to the ground. You bow your head low and begin apologising. “My King, please forgive me! I did not realize who it was when I aimed my weapon at you!”

Thranduil lets his hand fall back to his sides as he gently smirks at you. “Worry not, no harm was done and like I said, I’m not sure I was at any real risk to begin with.” You bring your face up to look upon your King’s and see his smirk. You thought to yourself, “Is he… teasing me?”. Surely not, he was the King! He was always strictly business. “My Lord, I fear you would be correct. Still, it can’t hurt to at least look threatening to a potential attacker.”

Thranduil nods his head, eyes never leaving yours. “No, I suppose you’re right. And you did do just that. You looked extremely… powerful.” Your eyes stare at Thranduil’s across the way and you’re a little stunned. Did the King of Mirkwood just give you a compliment? You’re unsure how to respond so you bend down to pick up your arrow from the ground and load your bow again. “Excuse me, my Lord, I must continue practicing my skills. As you have unfortunately witnessed, they are lacking.”

Thranduil did not take his eyes off you as he watched you bend over to retrieve your arrow. He started to feel uncomfortable as his thoughts wandered, imagining you in that position in front of him. He quickly shook his head of the thoughts before you turned back around to face him, not wanting you to see the look in his eyes. “Please, don’t let me interrupt you.” Thranduil gestured for you to continue with a motion of his hand. You got the distinct impression that Thranduil was not going to leave and you turn your head over your shoulder slightly. “Is it your wish to stay and observe, my Lord?” you asked nervously. “In fact it is. Would you mind?” The King responded, a hint of a smirk on his lips. “If it is my King’s wish then I would not deny you but perhaps I should take advantage of this situation a little.” You replied with the confidence to momentarily wind Thranduil in surprise. Thranduil stood tall and froze for a second at your words before speaking. “T… take advantage, you say? What were you thinking?” his mind going to places he could not speak of.

Surely your elvish ears had deceived you but you swore you heard the great King of Mirkwood stutter. “Well, you are a formidable warrior, my Lord. Your experience with weaponry rivals all others within the realm and you have challenged me in training with our abilities of the sword. Will you not now offer your mentorship to assist me with refining my skills with the bow?” Thranduil stood there taking in your innocent request, shaking off the images his mind conjured up when you mentioned taking advantage of the situation. He chuckled to himself at how foolish he could have been to believe you might have suggested a different activity. “Ah, I fear that I would not be able to teach you anything more than what your mentor has shared, my Lady. As you know, my skills lay with the sword, and I have not picked up a bow in many many hundreds of years, so I will be a little… rusty. My son would be a far better teacher.”

Feeling disappointed by his response, you decided to press the request. “Yes, my Lord. Legolas is certainly skilled with the bow, however, he is not here,” You say as you move your head around indicating the lack of the prince’s presence. “And you are. Come, show me the skills of the Elvenking. You cannot perform any worse than myself.”. You hold the bow out in front of you indicating that the King should take it. Thranduil looked from your eyes, to the bow and back up to your eyes while swallowing. It was a challenge, and he could not back down from it. “Very well, just do not expect much,” he said as he took the bow.

As his hand came down to grab the weapon, Thranduil accidentally brushed the top of yours which gripped it tightly. Electricity shot from both your hands and you both looked into each other's eyes for but a moment. Your breath hitched in your chest as did his and you saw his pupils dilate minutely. You looked away as you began to feel a little warm and handed him an arrow. Thranduil swallowed hard and took the arrow from you, loading it into the bow. “Where were you aiming before you caught me?” he asked teasingly. You looked up at him and gave him a small smile in return, “The low-hanging dead leaf just above the river” He looked in the direction you pointed and saw the leaf in question. Raising the bow and taking aim, he took only a second to lock onto the target before releasing the arrow. The leaf was shot from the branch and the arrow landed in a log on the opposite side of the river.

You stand there with your mouth slightly open, “What was that you said about being… rusty, was it?” Thranduil stood tall, a little proud with himself, hoping you would be impressed. “It was an inanimate object, hardly a challenge” he teased. You scoff, “Oh thank you very much!” you reply a little offended by his statement. It was an inanimate object that you had failed to hit. Realising how you may have taken his meaning, Thranduil turned to look at you, “My Lady, no offence was intended. You just lack the practice. Come stand here and I’ll guide your hand.” He suggested as he motioned for you to stand in front of him.

You hesitated for a moment, realising how close you would be standing to your King. The idea both excited you and made you a little uncomfortable. Sensing your unease, Thranduil held out a hand and looked at you, “Come, I do not bite... unless it is your wish”. Your eyes shot up to his and you noticed his mischievous little smirk. Blood began rushing to your face from the forwardness of his words and you weren’t sure how to respond. You began fumbling with words that tried to form, “My L… Lord. I… would never…” but you were quickly cut off by Thranduil chuckling but still holding out his hand. “My Lady, I tease. Please take my hand and let’s refine these skills of yours”.

Taking a deep breath and with your mind reeling, you slowly reach out your hand which was slightly trembling and placed it within his own. When he felt the warmth of your palm in his, Thranduil gently closed his fingers around it as though he was grasping the most delicate flower. The same electricity that was briefly felt before was now ignited and both of your senses came alive. You both looked from your joined hands to the other’s face and took in the moment, the silence being broken by Thranduil’s words, “Shall we?” he asked as his blue-silver eyes bore into yours. “Please” you responded but the word came out as more of a whisper as you were too lost in the moment.

Gently, Thranduil pulled you in front of him and handed you the bow with an arrow for you to load it with. He instructed you to aim it next to his arrow that was still lodged in the log across the river. Bringing the bow string up to your face as you pulled it taut you felt Thranduil’s breath on your ear as he brought his lips down to the side of your face. “May I?” he asked, seeking permission to place his hand on your arms. Too scared to speak for fear of fumbling the words, you just nodded your head while you kept your breathing in check. Suddenly, you felt the warmth of his body behind yours as his arms came around your form, enveloping you within his long limbs as his hands gently grasped your wrists which were on the bow and the string. “Breathe” he whispered in your ear as he felt your body tense under his touch. “I believe I see the issue. Do you usually hold your breath before you fire an arrow?”

Again, worried to speak from fear of embarrassment you just nodded your head. “That's what is holding you back, my Lady.” Thranduil’s right hand that was grasping your right wrist, which was in place pulling the bowstring taut, suddenly relaxed its grip as he slowly slid his palm along your forearm trying to relax your body. He was taking in the moment as much as you were and he felt his heart flutter as his hand roamed your skin. You let out a sigh not from becoming relaxed, but from the deep sensations that were building within you from his touch. Thranduil heard your exhale and kept his voice low and soft while he spoke in your ear, “That’s it,” he whispered, “Let go, feel the earth around you. Allow the sensations to pour into your mind” You briefly closed your eyes as the sensations were becoming too much to handle but not the ones of which he spoke. Ever so carefully, he brought his right hand over the top of yours which was controlling the arrow while his left remained holding your left wrist. Gently, he moved the bow slightly as his face was almost resting on the side of yours, intending on seeing exactly what you see. “There. Are you ready?” he whispered again. Nodding your head once more, Thranduil smiled slightly and almost undid you with his next command, “Then let go.”.

You found yourself letting go in more ways than one. Yes, you released the arrow but as it flew across the way, you also felt your self-control letting go and realised that the King had you so worked up that you would do anything he desired. As fast as this realisation hit you, the arrow landed perfectly next to Thranduil’s. The King had yet to release you as he watched the arrow fly, he remained in place as it landed where it was intended. Even when it hit the target, he did not move his face or arms. “There, you see? You just need to breathe and let go”. Still holding the bow and being held by Thranduil, you slowly turned your head over your shoulder to look at him. He noticed your breathing had increased and he swallowed a little, feeling nervous, and looking down at your lips then back up at your eyes. “Yes, like that” he whispered, his lips centimetres away from yours, “Breathe.” He was telling you just as much as he was telling himself. “Just…” he moved closer, “…like…”, he closed the gap further as he looked for any hesitation in your eyes, “…that…” and when he saw none, he closed the space between you and placed his lips tenderly on yours. You felt your entire body react to the feel of his lips on yours and your eyes fluttered shut.

Thranduil was feeling the effects as deeply as you were. This outcome had not been his intent, it was not his goal when he followed you out here but he was savouring each second. How many times had he imagined you this close to him, his arms around you as he caressed your neck with his lips. How many nights had he laid in bed, seeing you next to him in his mind, touching you in ways to show you his true feelings. Here you were, right now with a beating heart allowing him to kiss you. Thranduil’s grips on your wrists loosened you realised that they were they only reason the bow you held was still upright. As soon as the support vanished, your arms fell to your sides, and you involuntarily dropped the bow to the forest floor. You felt one of Thranduil’s hands come to the side of your waist and gently turn your body so you were facing him, the other hand he brought up to your face, holding it as he deepened the kiss.

Without thinking, your body naturally responded to the King’s touch, also bringing your hands up to rest on his with one hand on his hard chest feeling his rapid heartbeat and the other grabbing his forearm that was holding your cheek. As the kiss intensified, Thranduil reluctantly broke away and gazed down into your eyes. “My Lady…” he began while trying to catch his breath, “My… apologies. I do not know what came over me.” Shaking your head in protest, you begin to speak, “My Lord, please. No apology is necessary. It was rather… lovely” you said sheepishly as you felt your face turn red. Thranduil looked upon you intently before continuing, bringing his hand down so both were now resting on your waist, “You are not… upset with me?” You look back at Thranduil with a look of utter confusion on your face. “Upset with you? My Lord, what reason could I be possibly be upset with you over?”. You bring your hands to rest on his forearms which were gently holding you.

Thranduil took a deep breath before responding. “I suppose this whole situation could be looked upon poorly. Me following you out here all alone, having you stand so close to me, moving you within my arms and finally… placing my lips upon yours. I assure you, this was not my intent but the way you looked at me just now, and have looked at me in the past, I could not stay myself any longer.” The honesty of his words made your heart skip a beat and it took you a moment to think of the right words. “My King, please, be at ease. The fault is as much mine as it is yours. I assure you, I do not look poorly upon the moment we find ourselves in”.

The King searched your eyes for any sign of falsehood but found none. All he saw was the same yearning he had been feeling for many many lonely months. “You do not mind then?” he asked quietly, hoping to hear the answer he desperately needed to hear. His heart jumps a little when he sees you begin to smile up at him and he felt you place a hand on the side of his face, “My Lord, to kiss you after seeing it happen in my sleep for so long, it’s my greatest dream to come to reality.” Your words went straight through to Thranduil’s heart and he continued to look at you with his mouth slightly open. “You’ve thought about me?” he asked slightly taken aback. You nod, trying to control your breathing as the confession is realised. “I have”.

Thranduil could control himself no longer and he brought his lips back down onto yours, crushing them with a need that had lived within him for many months. The second kiss took the breath from you but you cared not as you brought one hand up to the side of his face and placed the other around the back of his head bringing him in closer to you. He responded to the urgency of your hands by bringing one of his own to the back of your head, mirroring your actions and placing the other on the middle of your back to bring your bodies as close as possible. A little moan accidentally left your throat, and this fuelled the King’s desire even more but in the same second, he pulled away from the kiss and placed his forehead against yours, panting. “No.”

The word cut through you as you thought you had disappointed him in some way. Bringing your hands down to rest on his chest you whispered the word back to him. “No?”. Thranduil opened his eyes, keeping his forehead on yours and bringing his hands back down to your waist. “No. Not like this.” His meaning still lost on you as you looked into his eyes. “Did I do something wrong, my Lord?” Thranduil moved his face away from yours slightly to get a better look at your features. “Wrong? My Lady, quite the opposite. You have captured my heart and my mind. You’re all I’ve been able to think about during my quiet moments away from the politics. Do you not know the true reason why I lead your training group when I’m able? It’s for you, to be close to you. Y/N, you are the only thing that is right in my mind.”

As you look into Thranduil’s eyes and listen to his confession, you feel overwhelming emotions rip through you as, unbeknownst to the King, you desired him just the same. To have your feelings and emotions validated after all this time was too much for you to comprehend in this moment and you look away from him as you try to sort out all the thoughts racing through your mind. Softly grabbing your chin between his thumb and index finger, Thranduil tilts your head up to look at him. You saw his eyes and there was nothing but love and concern in them. “Y/N, what is it? Is this too much?” You shake your head and smile tenderly. “No, my Lord. This… this is perfect. It’s what I’ve desired for so long. I just never thought my feelings would be reciprocated.”

Thranduil returned the smile and cupped your face before placing a kiss on your forehead. “I had no idea you felt the same as I. All this time. This is a gift from the Valar.” You nod in agreement and take in the sensation of his lips on your forehead. Then you ask you a question that you're hesitant to know the answer to, “Then why, my Lord, did you stop your actions just now? If what you have confessed to me is true and our desires are the same, why stop?” Thranduil smiled down at you and kissed the tip of your nose before answering, “Because, you are worth more than a simple stolen kiss within my forest. Do you have plans this evening?” You shake your head no. “Good, keep your evening open for I wish to invite you to dine with me. I wish to learn more about you and then, if you will allow it, perhaps we could explore each other’s lips further.” Thranduil suggested, his thumb gently caressing your bottom lip as he whispered the words.

The mention of exploring each other's lips was the final straw for you and you swore that if you weren't being held in place by Thranduil's hands on either side of your face then your knees would have given way from under you. You licked your lips at the thought and spoke "Just us?". A wide smile appeared on Thranduil's face as he tilted his head slightly and brought his lips as close as possible to yours without touching. He whispered his response while looking into your eyes, "Just us. Will you join me?" Feeling his warm breath on your lips, hearing his velvety smooth and deep voice while feeling his eyes bore into yours, you breathed out "I will join you, my Lord". You had barely finished the sentence before Thranduil sensually placed his lips on yours once more and lingered there. He didn't intensify the kiss but just merely moulded his mouth to yours and held the position while his thumbs lovingly stroked your cheeks.

Breaking the kiss, Thranduil moved his face away from yours and looked at you intently. "So perfect." You blushed but couldn't look away from him. Was this really happening? "I will send an attendant to accompany you to my quarters this evening when the sun is at it's lowest. I look forward to getting better acquainted, my Lady", and with that, Thranduil brought the top of your hand to his lips and placed soft kiss on it, his eyes never leaving yours. "Until then, my Lord". Thranduil went to turn to walk away but halted. "I do have one request, however" he began. Your nerves instantly rose as he was the King and he could make any request he wished. "Yes, my Lord?" you respond with a shaky breath. He turned to face you fully before making his request, "You are to call me Thranduil from now on". You were stunned by the request. How could you even think about not using his title? He was the King! "Yes, my Lord". Thranduil raised his eyebrows and smirked. Picking up on the facial expression, you quickly corrected yourself, "Yes... Thranduil".

Thranduil didn't respond directly but instead dropped his eyebrows and smirked wider at you. "Until tonight, my Lady" as he turned and made his way back to the palace.

You stood there as you watched him walk away trying to decide if this was reality or just one of your many vivid dreams you had of the Elvenking. Looking down at your quiver and then back at the two arrows still lodged within the log across the river, this was no dream and you felt like an adolescent with a crush again. Noting the position of the sun, you quickly picked up your bow and quiver and made for your chambers. This night was going to be one you'd remember for the rest of your days.

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HL Fic Library 👑 Royal Fics

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👑 Darling, so it goes by @disgruntledkittenface {E, 195k}

Harry Styles is a world-famous actor at the height of his career but a personal low point when he meets His Serene Highness Prince Louis of Monaco by chance. He doesn’t think they’ll ever see each other again, but after striking up a correspondence, it turns out they have more in common than he thought. Then they start to fall for each other. Louis is different from anyone Harry has dated before and their relationship moves fast as Harry realizes he’s ready for a change. Soon Harry finds himself adapting to an entirely new life, in a country where he doesn’t know the rules, the customs, even the language. Harry is used to people underestimating him, and he’s more determined than ever to prove them wrong.

He just needs Louis to meet him halfway.

Grace Kelly AU.

👑 siren calls me home by @shimmeringevil {E, 133k}

Harry’s father had warned him.

King Edward of Erendor had whispered his suspicions that Prince Louis of Blackmont was descended from the sirens, monsters from cautionary tales Harry was told as a child. A cruel, cold-hearted, and vicious nature wreathed in a breathtaking exterior, with coy smirks and slow blinks used to bend everyone to his will. His beauty was as well known as his cunning, his greed, and his ruthless grab for power.

Time only proved the rumors to be true, and Harry made sure to keep his distance from the prince, never once speaking to him, and doing his best not to even meet his eye.

Unfortunately, the ghosts of whispered warnings are powerless when one is up against the very tangible experience of being in Prince Louis’ presence.

OR - Harry and Louis’ kingdoms have rivaled one another for ages. When the time comes for Prince Louis to choose a mate, Harry’s father puts him in the running for his hand. But Harry has no intentions of marrying the omega. He is only using the opportunity to investigate and expose Louis’ sordid past, where rumors of fornication and murder abound, and bring justice down on his rival once and for all.

👑 Foolishly Completely Falling by @isthatyoularry {M, 85k}

Louis is 1/4 of the infamous boy band One Direction and has had a crush on the Prince of Wales for ages. Prince Harry is gay and out and when he spills on a tv show about finding a certain Louis fit, their paths cross and everything turns into a tumult of emotions and anxiety, and the complications when you just want to show the world who you love.

👑 Nothing But You On My Mind by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense {E, 83k}

Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

👑 The Pros and Cons of Breathing by @hellolovers13 {E, 81k}

Harry wiped the tears from his cheeks. No. He’d not been raised to give up. He’d find a way to survive this. He might be an omega, but he’d never been weak and he wouldn’t start now.

His gaze fell to Louis, who was already asleep, chest rising and falling evenly. Harry would become the perfect omega for him. No matter the disgust he might feel in doing so.

It was his duty, after all.

or Omega Harry has always known he'd be married off someday. It's to be expected, given his station. So his betrothal to Prince Louis comes as no surprise. While he's nervous about leaving his home, and the life and people he knows, he's still hopeful for a good match and a happy marriage.

But when Louis avoids him at all costs, and is downright cruel to him at times, it leaves Harry trying to make sense of his new life alone.

Can he find happiness - and a home - even in a broken marriage?

👑 Unveiled by @phdmama {M, 65k}

The train grinds to a halt and Harry leans forward in his eagerness to take it all in. It’s a gorgeous Spring day, the sky the same intense blue that he knows from home, which comforts him. There’s much here that looks almost familiar, but then so much that is new and strange to his eyes. The bustling station platform and winding streets beyond paved in cobblestones look much like home. There are vehicles ranging from small to very large, some with strange and unusual shapes of which he can only guess the purpose. But most surprising are the people. There is a crowd gathered, filled with men and women, some in what looks to be a military uniform, some in what must be the street clothes in this Land.

There are no robes. And not a single one of them is veiled.

👑  Why Can't It Be Like That by @taggiecb {E, 63k}

Louis Tomlinson, head of his local hospital's charity fund, suddenly finds himself in the heart of the Royal family when his mother marries the third son of the reigning monarch. Such an upset in lifestyle brings a lot of changes for Louis, one of them being the need for a stylist.

Enter Harry Styles, a cutting edge fashion stylist who loves his job and prides himself on his passion. The first time he sees Louis Tomlinson on the cover of a tabloid he wants to dress him, style him, make him as beautiful as Harry knows he could be. When he's hired to do just that, he knows this will be a perfect partnership. That is, until he actually meets the man.

A fashion AU with a royal twist, where Louis doesn't need a stylist, Harry's thrilled to have a real life Barbie doll, and they're both very wrong about each other.

👑 don't want no other shade of blue by padfootyoudog /@louisisworthit {E, 58k}

“I know you’re putting on an act,” says Harry after a moment, and Louis scowls when he realises the prince is actually amused.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” says Louis.

“All I’ve heard over the past couple of years are rumours of Prince Louis’ kindness, and generosity, and oh, he’s so handsome I can barely pour his tea without shaking!” says Harry, putting on a silly, high-pitched voice for the last bit. Louis’ scowl deepens. “I would already know if you were just another selfish, bratty omega prince. You can’t fool me, darling, but I admire your efforts.”

“As you said,” Louis grits out, “those are only rumours. I assure you, I’m a terrible person.”

prompt 339: it was foretold that Alpha Prince Harry would be mated to a beautiful male omega with eyes that could rival the stone amethyst, but Omega Prince Louis refuses to believe it.

👑 Just for Tonight (I can be yours) by @sadaveniren {E, 42k}

Harry, prince of Cestrescir, has been betrothed to Ludvic, prince of Yorvik, since birth. He'd accepted a loveless marriage as his duty to his country, until an accident threw him in the path of a gentle alpha

👑 Buried Like Treasure by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird {E, 40k}

Prince Harry Styles is very private. He chooses to keep himself out of the public eye but feels lonely and isolated while surrounded by people in his hectic royal life. When he finishes his dissertation, he decides to take a solo holiday to one of the royal family's properties in the Swiss Alps.

Semi-retired thief Louis Tomlinson has been pulled in for one last job: steal a painting from an uninhabited mansion. Neither one of them expects a natural disaster.

👑 Endgame by @brightgolden {E, 38k}

Harry has been told all his life how grateful he should be for being born as a male omega, and how blessed their people were because the heir to the throne would be carried by The King.

What they neglected to tell Harry was what would happen if he failed to become pregnant.

OR Where omega Crown Prince Harry Styles is trying and failing to get pregnant for four years, but all that is about to change when courtesan alpha Louis Tomlinson comes into the equation.

👑 (we will be) as if chosen by @alivingfire {E, 35k}

There's not a royal in the world who doesn't carry some sort of secret, and Prince Louis has more than his fair share. To protect himself and his family, Louis withdrew from the public eye and tried to live a quiet life, biding his time until his sister Lottie could take the throne in his stead. Unfortunately for him, the national media and the worst person Louis has ever met team up to bring him kicking and screaming back into the spotlight.

Under the watchful eyes of millions, Louis has to figure out how to keep his carefully constructed house of cards from falling, and the first step to accomplishing that is to keep from falling in love with the irritatingly charming Prince Harry, who just won't stop showing up and trying to whisk Louis out of the constraints of his boring life.

Or: the course of true love never did run smooth, because sometimes people are stubborn and sometimes people are scared and sometimes, just sometimes, love can cause just as many problems as it solves.

👑 Only by @allwaswell16 {E, 33k}

Although Louis Tomlinson lived most of his life on the most remote island in the world, now he’s ready to leave home, attend university, and maybe have a chance at finding his soulmate. Prince Harry Styles reluctantly leaves London for yet another diplomatic visit, this time to the tiny island of Tristan da Cunha.

Or the one where the electric touch of Louis’ soulmate isn’t enough to discount that he's a bit of a dickhead.

👑 dip you in honey by delsicle / @eeveedel {E, 28k}

Princess Harry, the pearl of England, is set to be married to the youngest prince of France in just six months. Anxious about his performance on his wedding night, he enlists the help of his loyal handmaiden Louis to help him practice everything he needs to know

Omega/Omega AU

👑 the sanctity of patience by @scrunchyharry {T, 22k}

When young Lord Harry was chosen by King Louis of Bavaria to become his husband and prince consort, Harry thought all of his dreams had come through. His illusions came crashing down when he understood it meant living in isolation in the alpine castle of Neuschwanstein with a husband who turned out to be far from what he had hoped for.

His illusions vanished, Harry will have learn to appreciate what has and even, perhaps, fall in love with his imperfect husband and his castle.

👑 I'm Weaker Without You by The_Halcyonic_Lachesist / @chai-hat-tea {T, 20k}

Alpha Lord Louis Tomlinson is a rake who refuses to settle down. Will he settle down for the Society's most talked about Omega? What about the enticing scent that belongs to the Beta? How will he react to said Beta pursuing the Omega too?

👑 foothold by @turnyourankle {M, 18k}

Louis has crossed the galaxy with a ship full of crystals; they’re the only thing he has to offer in exchange for safe harbor. He thought getting to his destination would be the hardest part, hoping that once he got his family to safety everything would fall back into place; Louis struggles to adapt while his sisters thrive. Louis suspects Emperor Styles may have something to do with it.

👑 Prince Harry and the Expert in Motorcycle Maintenance by @juliusschmidt {E, 15k}

Louis puts the truck back into drive. “I’m going to ask you one more time. Where do you want me to take you?”

“To the Royal Palace.”

“The hospital psych ward, it is, then,” Louis says, though that’s a forty-five minute trip and a lecture on tardiness from his stepfather that, in the end, will definitely not be worth the trouble.

an omegaverse cinderella au in which prince harry rides a motorcycle and louis, a simple mechanic, fixes it.

👑 Bentley Station, Now Arriving by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup {T, 13k}

Harry Styles, omega. Owns a bakery on a train station in the middle of nowhere.

Niall Horan, meddling friend who wont leave him or his love life alone.

(lack of love life).

There's a ball coming up, and Harry is going to attend. Niall will make certain of that.

👑 The Prince and The YouTuber by @haztobegood {E, 12k}

The Annual Rosendal Spring Gala hosted by the Royal Family is the most prestigious fundraiser in the country. When a problem with the honorary foundation arises, Crown Prince Louis Tomlinson must pick a new worthy foundation on short notice. He discovers the perfect replacement in an unlikely place, while watching his favorite YouTuber, Harrysparkles.

👑 i know i've grown (but i can't wait to go home) by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove {T, 7k}

When Louis falls down a hill behind an old castle, he wakes up and finds the castle new and full of life. It's confusing to say the least.

“What year is it?” Louis asked.

Harry’s befuddlement was only growing. “It’s… 1369?”

“Nice,” Louis said instinctively, then, “Sorry, not related. Okay. Wow. So, when I woke up this morning, it was 2019.”

👑 Your secret's safe with me by lightswoodmagic / @lightwoodsmagic {M, 7k}

He knew almost everything about Haz, considered him his best friend. He knew his favourite movies and books, how he liked his coffee, knew how many pets he had and what he was most afraid of. Louis knew how to calm him down when he was panicking, and that he’d lost his virginity to his ex-boyfriend when he was 17. He knew that Haz had curly hair, green eyes, that he was tall and considered himself slightly awkward. He knew his Instagram account that only had aesthetic pictures or ridiculous jokes, but in the all the time that Louis had known him, he’d never learnt, or been allowed to know, Haz’s full name, what he sounded like, or what he looked like.

Louis didn't care.

Or, when Louis' favourite singer comes back and announces he's performing again, him and the rest of his group chat decide to go. When Haz, the man Louis' fallen in love with without meeting him, says that he can't, Louis tries his best to convince him with a drunken phone call, hearing his voice for the first time. It's not until he's at Royal Variety that he swears he can hear it again.

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Tattooed On His Arm

➪the one where a.j. finally gets the money for your treatment, but at a cost.

Warnings: spoilers, angst, fluff, swearing, mentions of blood, stress, mentions of death, death, hospital themes, illness, heists, all that fun stuff, kissing, a.j. being whipped for you like last time, heavy topics

Word Count: 3.1k | Part 1

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

“I want you to stay here for the entire day, okay?” A.J. stated as he packed his duffle bag. 

You cross your arms and lean against the doorway. “I cannot believe you’re asking me to do that,”

“I’m not asking, baby,” he says and zips the bag up, standing to his full height. “I’m telling you.”

You raise a brow and give him a pointed look, making him sigh as he picks the bag up. 

“I need you to be safe, and right here is safe,” 

You huff, moving to push past him. “I thought I was safe with you,” 

A.J. didn’t let you get far after that harsh dig as he grabbed your arm before you could walk away from him. “You know what I mean,” he said sternly. “And you know the exact reason why I’m doing this.” 

You immediately feel guilty and scared and nervous all at once, and you feel like you need to sit down at the sudden wave of nausea that passes through you. A.J. is doing this for you, and that thought terrified every cell in your body. 

Sighing, you uncross your arms and press yourself against his chest, your hands moving to slide up his back. “I’m sorry, Jay,” you murmured. “I’m acting like a child, I know.”

A.J. dropped the bag and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you tighter against him. “You’re not, baby,” he assured you, kissing the top of your head a few times. “It’s alright. I know I’m asking for a lot from you, and I know I wouldn’t be okay if you asked me to stay here while you went out and did something like this. But I need you far away from it all, okay? Just until it’s over, then we’ll get you back in the hospital for your final few weeks of treatment. It’ll all be over soon.”

You nod and pull away, standing on the tips of your toes to be able to kiss him. “I need you to be careful, okay? I need you to come back to me,” you whisper against his lips. 

“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he promised. “And I’ll be careful. All of this is for you, so of course I’m going to be careful. I need you, everyday.” 

You nod again, blinking away your tears as you jump up and wrap your legs around his middle. He caught you easily, his hands holding onto your thighs as he carried you over to the king sized bed you and he shared. “I need you, too,” you mumble as he lays you down and hovers over you. “I love you.”

A.J. leans down and kisses you deeply, his hand reaching down to grab hold of yours. “I love you so much,” he says back, bringing your joined hands up and kissing the back of yours. “You’re everything to me.”

You smile at him, using your free hand to run your fingers through his hair. “I’ll be waiting for you,” 

He returns the smile, leaning down to kiss you once more before standing up. His hand falls from yours as he gets off the bed and leans down to grab his bag. “I’ll be back before you know it, then you and I are starting fresh,” he says. “Sound good?”

You nod and nuzzle against his pillow. “Sounds good,” you quietly reply. 

A.J. swings the bag over his shoulder before focusing his gaze on your tired eyes, a small frown forming on his lips at how out of it you looked. “Maybe you should try and get some sleep,” he suggests. “I know you had a hard time falling asleep last night.”

You shrugged, wrapping your arms around his pillow and inhaling the scent that only belonged to him. “It just hurt last night,” 

He nods slowly, softening his stare. “And that is why I’m doing this,” he says. “I can’t stand to see you in any more pain, pretty girl. No more after this.”

-

Despite meaning to be aware and awake when A.J. returned home, your pain meds kicked in quickly today and you ended up falling asleep only a half hour after he left. He was right, you got a terrible sleep last night and ended up passing out for the entire duration of the heist. 

You were still fast asleep when A.J. crept into the room and set his bag down, forgoing his previous task of washing away the dirt and gunpowder from his body to instead lay next to you. 

As soon as he got into bed next to you, your body stirred and almost instantly you were moving towards him. Even asleep you were so responsive to him, and he couldn’t help but grin down at you. 

Not being able to stop himself, he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, and even though it was feather-light, you still woke up. He watched you blink a few times before registering the fact that he was next to you, your eyes wide as you wrapped your arms around him. “A.J.,” you gasped, relief evident in your voice as you clung onto him. “You’re back.”

“I’m back,” he confirmed, wrapping his arms around your weak body as gently as he could. 

“I was so worried,” you admit, lazily stroking his tattoo of your name with your thumb.

“I told you I’d be careful,” he grinned. “Have you been asleep the whole time?”

Nodding shyly, you move even closer to him and ignore the ache you felt in your body. “It hurts a bit more today,” you inform him. “I took my meds and they put me to sleep pretty much right away. I wanted to be awake when you got home.”

A.J. furrows his brows, running a hand up and down your back in a barely-there touch. Your body was weakening as the days went on, and your condition was rapidly declining, but now that he finally had the money he needed to make you better, he knew you would bounce back within the next six months or so. 

“Okay, that’s alright,” he assured you, brushing away your hair from your face. “It’s alright. Everything is going to be fine now, baby. I promise.���

You nod up at him, couching quietly and swallowing the small amount of blood that pooled in your mouth. 

A.J. noted the red on your teeth and felt his heart break a bit. You truly didn’t deserve to feel any of the pain you were feeling, and had been suffering from for so long now. “The guys invited me to a hotel to sort through all we got today,” he began, feeling the way your body tensed against his in dread. “But I’m not going. I brought home what I grabbed and I’m using it to pay for your next treatment. Fuck sorting through it.”

You sigh in relief and nuzzle closer to him. “I love you, Jay,” you whispered, bunching up his stained shirt in your fingers. “Thank you…for everything.”

“You’re my whole world, Y/n/n,” he said back, just as quietly, his hand coming up to spin the ring on your finger. “I love you more than anything else. I promised I’d protect you, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing, starting with a call to your doctor.”

You hum, kissing his jaw. “Tomorrow,” you request and he opens his mouth to object but you quickly continue, “Please? I just want to spend the rest of the day with you, right here in our bed. Please, Jay?”

And you knew he could never say no to you. “Okay, pretty girl,” he agreed, kissing your forehead and pulling you close to him. “But I’m booking your appointment first thing tomorrow morning.”

-

A.J.’s leg bounces uncontrollably as he sat on the uncomfortable chair in the waiting room. 

His white shirt he had gone to bed in last night was stained red, as were his hands as he had not been able to think straight enough for him to decide he should probably go wash them. 

His phone was on the small table beside him, all of his calls to Jake having gone unanswered. He didn’t know who else to call or who else to seek comfort in except you, but you couldn’t provide him with any as the image of you being whisked away on a stretcher filled his mind again. 

Just a couple hours ago A.J. had woken up to find your body still on top of his, but you weren’t moving. You were hardly breathing and that was when he saw all the blood that had poured from your mouth and stained both his shirt and the sheets. 

He had you in his arms instantly and carried you to his car, all while being on the phone with your doctor, who told him to bring you to the hospital immediately. A.J.’s head was a fuzzy mess as he practically ran through the emergency doors, his grip on you tight as he felt your breathing begin to slow even more. 

He was helpless as he watched the doctors pry you from his arms and take you into the ER without being given so much as a clue to what happened. 

You were fine when he fell asleep with you. You were okay, but clearly not. 

A.J. wasn’t sure how to function as he pulled his phone out and called his best friend about twenty times, but didn’t ever get an answer. 

It was then, as he was escorted into the waiting room, where he discovered why.

The small TV hung in the corner of the room was set to the news channel, the same one you had called into not even a week earlier, and displayed the names and pictures of his friends, along with the headline ‘Gang of burglars finally caught and killed after shootout with police’. 

Ghost, Jesse and Jake’s pictures were shown and A.J. felt like he no longer knew how to breathe. 

Jake was dead. His best friend is dead. You were dying. 

How did this happen?

When an aerial view was displayed on the screen and showed the very hotel A.J. was supposed to be at last night, he knew they had been set up. Ghost had led them into a trap and had planned their deaths from the second he was put behind bars. 

A.J. was supposed to be smart. He was supposed to be the one with the brains. He should’ve seen this coming, but he was blinded by the chance to get the money and save your life. 

Now Jake was dead, and John and Gordon were nowhere to be found. 

A.J. had been sitting here for far too long, and no one was giving him any updates. He had more than enough of the silence as he stood up and made his way over to the receptionist desk within three strides. “I need you to tell me what’s going on,” he told the lady, who looked to be in her fifties. “Now. Right now.” He reiterated when she just looked up at him.

“I’m going to need you to calm down, sir, and keep your voice down. There are others waiting, too,” she spoke calmly and A.J. wanted to throw her across the room. 

He held back. “I don’t give a fuck,” he seethed, getsuring to his bloody shirt and hands. “I need you to tell me what the fuck happened to my girlfriend.”

The lady opened her mouth to scold him again when your doctor finally entered the room, a mask pulled down to his chin and his gloves halfway off. “A.J.,” he called out. “That’s enough.”

A.J. stepped away from the desk instantly and made his way over to the man. “What happened? What’s wrong with her? Is she okay?”

Doctor Hart sighed and held his gloves in one hand. “She’s stable,” he informed A.J. “We had to perform emergency surgery on her, but her body reacted nicely. She’s in recovery now.”

A.J. nodded and felt the first bit of relief fill his body since waking up. “Is she okay?” He asked quietly, his heartbeat still loud in his ears.

“She’s recovering,” came his vague answer. “I have to ask, did something happen in the last twenty four hours?”

The question had A.J.’s brows furrowing. “What do you mean?”

“Y/n’s body was seriously distressed. Her blood pressure was abnormally high and her fluid levels were low,” Hart says. “Did something occur yesterday that made her become stressed out or anxious?” 

A.J.’s face paled at that and he stepped away. 

Fuck.

Had he really almost stressed you out into an early grave?

Why didn’t you tell him about it?

How did he not see the signs?

“Not that I’m aware of,” he lied and hated how easy it was. “Ken, she needs to go through with that treatment you told us about the last time we were here. I have the money saved up, so that won’t be a problem anymore. I just need her to be okay.”

Doctor Hart nods and mumbles something to the receptionist lady A.J. was yelling at a few seconds ago. “We’ll need to go over it with Miss Y/l/n when she wakes up, but I don’t see why she would refuse to go further in her treatment. We have a few openings at the end of this week,” he says. “We’ll discuss it with Y/n then book the appointment.”

A.J. nods, giving the lady a guilty and forced smile as he reached over and patted Hart on the shoulder. “Okay. Okay, great, thanks,” he says, holding his hands up. They were still covered in your dried blood. “Where can I-”

“Down the hall,” Ken answered. “First door on the left. I’ll inform you when you can see her.”

“Thank you,” he nods at both Ken and the receptionist, “Thanks.”

Then he was off to wipe away the physical proof of what his actions nearly caused. 

-

“Gordon and I are off. We didn’t mention you at all, so two should be fine,” John spoke through the phone. A.J. nodded even though he couldn’t see him, lifting his freehand up and running it through his hair. “Be careful, brother. Stay safe. No more heists. You’ve got more than enough money to get by with for the rest of your life. I’ll be seeing you.”

And then the call disconnected as the two remaining group members left the city, and A.J. was alone. His hand fell back to his side as he stared out the tall window in the living room, his eyes raking over the busy street below him. 

Without the guys around it felt more quiet here. Jake, Jesse, Gordon and John were pretty much the only constants in his life, so to have half of them gone and half of them dead was going to be a tough one to move past. 

“Jay? Is everything alright?” 

At least he still has you. 

A.J. turns and looks over at where you were leaning against the bedroom door frame. He smiles, reaching his arm out to you and beckoning you over to him. “C’mere, pretty girl,” 

You push off the frame and make your way over to him, your body only covered by one of his old t-shirts that reached your midthigh. “What’s wrong?” You ask when you reach him, resting your hand on his chest as he pulls you into his side. 

“Nothing,” he answered, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Things are going to be really different now. John and Gordon left…Jesse and Jake…it’s just you and I now.”

You bite your lip and press your face against his chest. “I miss Jake, too,” you confess. “I’m sorry about what happened….but that could’ve been you, Jay. It was supposed to be you. Ghost set you all up and he was going to have you killed, too, I… I don’t want to think about that.”

When your face scrunched up in a telltale sign that you were going to cry, A.J. pulled you into his arms and shielded your face in the crook of his neck. “I don’t want to think about it, either,” he says, kissing the side of your head. “Let’s just not talk about it, okay? It’s too much right now. Especially since I almost lost you, too.”

You look up at him with guilty eyes. “I’m sorry,” you say again. “I should’ve told you how bad it had gotten, but I didn’t want to distract you.”

A.J. shook his head, reaching a hand up to caress the side of your face. “I need you to tell me these things, baby,” he begged. “I nearly had a panic attack when I woke up and saw all the blood. I thought I already lost you, then I saw Jake on the news. I thought I lost you both.”

“You won’t lose me, Jay,” you promised. “You won’t. In a few more days I’ll feel better than I have in years, all thanks to you and Jake and the guys. You saved my life, A.J. More than once and I can never repay you for that.”

He kissed you deeply, pulling you closer to him. “It’s my job to protect you, angel,” he said once he pulled away from the kiss. “I always will. You don’t need to thank me for that. Just never scare me like that ever again. I can’t do this without you.”

“I won’t,” you kiss him again. “I promise, I won’t.”

“Tell me if things get bad again. Tell me the second you start to feel like that again,” he begged between kisses, so caught up in the thought of nearly having to live his life without you in it. He still felt fucked up at the image of you and him covered in your blood, and at the the thought of being completely alone for the first time in a long time. He wasn’t kidding when he said he couldn’t live without you, and he hated that he came so close to that reality because he put so much stress on you. “Promise me.”

“I promise,” you say again, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He lifted you up slightly as you kissed him more deeply than before, his arms locking around your waist. “I promise.”

[fanfictionstuff]

Amaimon X Student 12

So, i'm mostly done writing the Amaimon x Exorcist chapter 3 but this idea came to me and I couldn't let it go. 🫢

When Shiemi assures you, that yes, Rin deleted the photo, she is sure of it. You open your photo app once again. “Wait, it’s actually cute.” You comment, gazing at the photo. “Okay, it’s really cute.” You grin. 

Izumo scoffs. “It’s gross _____.

Paku leans closer to you to get another look. “It is kind of cute.”

“Right?” You grin. 

Izumo glares at the two of you. “It’s not cute at all, and you would think differently if you saw what we saw on the camping trip.” She tells Paku.

You huff, “I was on the camping trip; it’s cute.”

“And clearly, you’ve got a screw loose.” You pout at her words but don’t argue against it. 

After the four of you finish, you go your separate ways. Shiemi and you head to your apartment while Paku and Izumo head in different directions. The walk to your apartment is quiet, and Shiemi seems really nervous throughout. Once you arrive, you gently nudge her inside, “Okay, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have said anything, I just didn’t realize you didn’t know, and I said it in front of other people.” She looks like she’s going to start crying, so you quickly wrap your arms around her. “No, no. Shiemi, it’s okay. Izumo and Paku are some of our closest friends, right? It’s okay. I’m just glad you told me.” She nods against your shoulder as she hugs you back. 

“…._____?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You didn’t really put his…thing…in your mouth, right?” 

“….” 

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Amaimon cautiously steps into Mephisto’s office. The king of time had sounded odd over the phone when he requested that Amaimon come for a brief chat. 

“Oh, I'm glad you’re here. Please, take a seat and enjoy some tea. We need to have a brief chat about Miss ____.” He gestures to the chair opposite his desk as he speaks to Amaimon. Said demon glances at the chair and then back at Mephisto before calmly sitting down.

“Tell me, what do you know about Miss _____?” 

“…” 

Mephisto nodded. “I suspected as much. She comes from a long line of exorcists, a lineage typically marked by great power. For centuries, they have served the order tirelessly.” He observed Amaimon cautiously, and as expected, there was no sign of reaction. “Unfortunately, many of them were wiped out during the Blue Night, particularly the younger generation. Miss ______ is the last one left to carry on the bloodline unless her parents have another child, though honestly, that seems unlikely.” Still, Amaimon remained unfazed. “Her parents are exceptionally strict; I’m unsure how she managed to convince them to let her stay at True Cross to graduate. Regardless, since she’s the last of her bloodline and her family is so demanding, they are already searching for suitors for her. They want her to marry and start a family soon after graduation. I’ve heard she has developed a bit of a crush on you.” Once more, there was no response from Amaimon. “Stay away from _____; I had thought you were merely trying to provoke Rin. I wasn’t aware you had become intimate with her.” 

Amaimon opens his mouth, looking for a moment like he might argue with Mephisto, but then he nods. “Okay.”

Mephisto raises a brow, surprised Amaimon agreed so quickly. I suppose he’s not as interested in her as he made it seem to Rin; good, it’s less of a headache for me. “You may leave.” 

As Amaimon leaves Mephisto’s office, thoughts of you and another man begin to fester in his mind, fueling his anger with each step. No other man should be able to kiss you, hold you, or be intimate with you. No other man should ever hear the sounds you make; or have the privilege of tasting you, and no other man should know what it feels like to have your mouth around their cock. You belong to Amaimon. You’re his pet.

His anger quickly escalates into rage as he heads to your apartment without hesitation.

You jump when there is a loud knock on your door; confused, you pull away from Shiemi. “Coming.” You’re surprised to see Amaimon standing in the doorway when you open it, but what’s more surprising is the emotions on his face; the normally unbothered demon king is now furious. Almost on the same level as you saw the night he attacked Rin on the camping trip. “Uh, come in?” Despite your common sense telling you otherwise, you step away and welcome the demon into your home. He steps into the house and quickly heads to your bedroom. Where he’s aware you keep documents. “Shiemi, you should leave.” 

“But-“

“It’s okay. Look, if I don’t text you within an hour, feel free to call someone to check on me, alright? I promise I’ll be fine.” It’s not a promise you should be making, but you’re eager to find out what’s bothering Amaimon. You can hear him going through various drawers in your bedroom. “Actually, I’ll call you since someone tends to text from my phone. So, if I call you, you can be sure it’s really me, right?” Gradually, she nods, allowing you to guide the blonde out of your apartment. 

As you enter your bedroom, you find Amaimon sitting on the edge of the bed, casually flipping through a stack of documents. It’s evident he has uncovered what he was looking for. A frown crosses your face as you move closer, slowly realizing what he has discovered. “Did Mephisto tell you? I haven’t even shared it with Shiemi or Rin, and they’re two of my closest friends.” You let out a sigh; it’s a topic you prefer to ignore, preferring to live in a world where this isn’t your reality. It’s easy to pretend until another file arrives in your mail every few weeks. 

“My parents didn’t have a choice; they were matched up and told that if they didn’t like it, too bad – they needed to have a child. Fortunately, they fell in love, which is quite rare in my family. However, having witnessed what their own parents and other family members endured emotionally, they didn’t want to put me through that. They’re offering me a choice among the potential suitors they’re finding. I can even go on dates with them before making my final decision. There are a couple that my grandparents have selected.” You pick up a file from the bed and show him a photo of a gross-looking man twenty years older than you. “Luckily, my parents are trying to find me someone I’ll at least be attracted to; as you can see, my grandparents couldn’t care less if I’m attracted to them or not.” You toss the file in the trash can beside your bed. “Why did Mephisto tell you?” 

“Rin Okumura showed Big Brother the photo I sent him. He told me I need to stop bothering you, and why.”

“Oh.” 

Amaimon carelessly tosses the files from his hands onto the floor. “I don’t like to share,” he declares, stepping on a few of the fallen papers as he exits, slamming the front door behind him.

You sigh, bending down to pick up the strewn documents. “I guess that’s the end of that. I was hoping to live in my fantasy a bit longer.” You had been trying to ignore all the files, but now you realize it’s time you have to accept it. Carefully, you start to scan through the documents and photos. Most of them end up in the trash, as you discard them without bothering to read beyond their names and ages. You had initially set aside a couple of options to discuss with your parents, but now they’ve become mixed up with all the others. Upon revisiting them, you find yourself less interested. How can you be interested after experiencing perfection?   “No. Stop _____. It’s time to grow up. They want me to be at least engaged within a year of graduating.” 

Unlocking your phone, you take a photo of the files you had originally been slightly interested in discussing with your parents. 

Hey, Mom, I’ve been thinking about picking a husband. What do you think of these three?

After sending the text, you give Shiemi a quick call to reassure her that you’re okay and not to worry. You rush to end the call and toss the phone across the room. Your eyes flicker to the files you’ve selected once again. “I hate this.” you groan, hurling them across the room as well.

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Your mother doesn’t reply until the next day, and it’s a call instead of a text. When you receive the call, you’re sitting with your friends for lunch. 

“Hey, sweetheart, how are you?” 

You lean against Shiemi as you answer. You really don’t want to talk about your potential future husband now, and you haven’t even told your friends yet. “Fine, I’m just having lunch. What’s up?” 

“Oh, I’m calling regarding the message you sent. I’m pleased to hear that you’re finally considering it, but I have some unfortunate news.” Her voice carries a hint of detachment. “It’s about Hano-san.” She pauses, letting out a sigh. “Sadly, he passed away last night.”

You straighten, having trouble processing her words. “Huh?” 

“Yes, it was a demon attack, but there aren’t any details. Nobody knows what demon it was; the only signs it was a demon were that he was found with his weapons drawn.”

Oh fuck. 

[halcyon-writings]

nav.

Sometimes an almost hurts more than what ever could have been.

— Metal sings in the air as blades clash. You feel it in your forearms, the pressure of gravity as your soles of your shoes dig into the grassy dirt.

Your lips form an 'o' shape as you look at the Princeling (Prince, he insisted once upon a time), your brow raising in an impressed arch. Before he swings his arm down, you disarm yourself, letting the blade disappear.

"You haven't lost your touch," You note. He regards you wearily.

Snapping your fingers, like you're trying to remember something until your smile sets again. "Pardon, you haven't lost your touch, Your Highness." Your smile is a cold thing, nothing like the friendly or trusting one he had been on the end of long ago.

"You know that title is one I've left behind," He says quietly.

Xavier gets no response, as you've already disappeared into the dense trees. Your laughter drifts behind you, and he is left standing alone in the clearing.

Just like the rest of us? He can already hear your voice mocking him.

You were the child of his father's Knight Commander, the Grandis Knight, and at such a young age, your potential had been spoken of with no less pride.

You'd even gotten yourself words of praise from the King. Which meant to the young prince, you were automatically considered a personal enemy.

Of course, you had no such qualms. You were not deterred by his short or clipped answers to your questions or attempts at conversation. More often than not, you had sought him out when your fathers met with the King's counsellors. Your voice was a happy chirp, a toy sword in your arms.

To the point where your persistence began to grow on him. Until one day you didn't accompany your father. Well, you hadn't shown up to the Academy for a few days either, missing three days of lessons. (Xavier had refused to acknowledge then, that he was worried. Not you, loud, chatty.... friendly... you.)

A maid had hurried to try and at least get you presentable for the visit he had made. But you had promptly turned green at standing up too fast, so that killed this idea faster than a royal hunt could kill any quarry. Instead he finds you sniffling and coughing into a crumpled napkin in your fist, he tries not to make a face when a cough sounds too full of phlegm.

"Sorry, Prince Xavier," You try and wheeze out, "I would stand to greet you but I think I might just puke all over your shoes if i do."

“I’ll ignore such a break in protocol this once,” He shrugs, striding through the door like he owned the place. But then again, he sort of did…

You join him when he plans to leave Philos in his search to stabilize the planet’s core. He tells you about the dangers of this mission. How it could be years until you return. More so that he doesn’t want to imagine yourself in harm, at risk of whatever may come from this venture.

All you do is laugh, shaking your head, “What sort of Grandis Knight would I be if I didn’t follow my future King?”

Your future King. Xavier coughs, hiding the nervous stammer, into his fist.

Elbowing him, you even wiggle your eyebrows playfully, “Besides, if I’m right, isn’t there someone special waiting for you? All the more reason to make sure you return in one piece.” It makes him blush, which only makes you laugh.

He shook his head at the memory. As he roused from his short afternoon slumber, his cheek pressed against his open palm as he stares outside of the window to his apartment.

Without realizing it, your name leaves his mouth in a whisper. It’s a rattling thing, to be so undone by a name he once could recall with fondness… with something he can’t name. He can’t, lest it undo him completely.

Do you think about him too?

It’s a question that Xavier doesn’t know if he wants the answer to.

Not when it’s no longer the happy and joyful smile you had directed at him. Not when it became something cold and unfeeling.

Instead Xavier curls deeper into his blanket, his phone buzzing, but he doesn’t check the screen. Hopefully his dreams provide happier memories this time. Of ones where you’re still at his side.

[lostfirefly]

Now hush little baby, don't you cry, everything's gonna be alright

The idea for the fic came to me completely by accident. A friend who has a child talked about how she spends time with him. And I have no idea how to communicate with children. English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Buggy and F/Reader - Masterlist is here.

Description: You and Buggy have a little daughter. The ship is moored and you go to rest, leaving Buggy with the child.

Warnings: Fun (I have no experience with kids, sorry if there are discrepancies), Buggy is practically hysterical.

Words: 1815

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots

The title is taken from “Mockingbird” by Eminem.

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“Y/N, it’s screaming again!” Buggy growled into his pillow. 

“That's not it, Buggy, it's your daughter.” You muttered into his chest.

“This is your baby, velvet cake.” He buried his face in your hair.

“It’s as much mine as it is yours, Buggy.” You stroked his arm. “We made her together. Remember that night? At the end of sex you yelled that you would become king of the pirates.” 

“It was good!” He reluctantly got out of bed and walked towards the crib that was located not far from your shared bed. 

Inside the crib lay a little girl with Y/E/C and blue hair. Every time Buggy looked at his daughter, he was glad inside himself that she had not inherited his nose. 

“What should I do with her?” He asked loudly. 

“First of all, don't scream. Second of all, rock her first.”

“I'm not very good with children. Can I wait until she turns 18 and then start raising her?” Buggy looked at you as you stretched in bed. “How did I even end up with children?” He scratched his head and took the child into his arms. “So, what is next?” 

“Just rock her. Like this.” You took the pillow in your hands and showed how it should be done. 

“OK.” Buggy swung his daughter one way, then the other, then swung her one way again and the other again. "Seems to work, velvet cake! She cries less.” 

“You see, you're doing great, my love.” You got out of bed, put on your slippers and, shuffling along the floor, approached them both. "You'll learn everything in time, Buggy. Hello, my Lily Gold." You waved to your daughter. 

“It’s easy for you to say - you’ll learn.” Buggy chuckled and rolled his eyes dramatically. “You’re a woman, you know how to do it. It’s in your nature.” 

“Hell, no!” You shook your head. “It just somehow happened that I had to take one under my wing to raise one.” You pecked him on the cheek. “Big.” Smack on his lips. “Capricious.” Smack on his nose. “Child. So, I’ll go wash up and make us breakfast. I also need to go to the store on the island and buy something.” 

“What? Did something happen?” Buggy became noticeably nervous. “Are you feeling unwell? Is there something wrong with the baby?”   

“No, no!” You softened your voice, trying to calm him down. “Don't get me wrong, I love you both, but I want to get some rest. I have a spa appoitnment.” 

While you were making breakfast, Buggy sat next to you, holding your daughter in his arms. He was loudly clattering plates and mugs and yelling at anyone who came into the kitchen and spoke loudly (so it seemed to him, even though everyone was whispering). Buggy and your daughter at breakfast certainly made you smile, but at the same time it was a disaster. They were both constantly dropping things, getting messy in their food, and they both started whining if something didn't go their way. You would just roll your eyes, convincing yourself that he was the love of your life, the love you sometimes wanted to strangle. You got up from your chair, wiped their faces, and continued drinking your morning coffee.

You went to your room, Buggy and Lily followed you. He constantly asked how soon you would return, what he should do and how to get along with children in general. 

“Learn, daddy! You are the culprit of this creature.” You adjusted his bandana and looked into his scared eyes. “For the record, I have no regrets. I love our family. You and our daughter. But since this will be a copy of you, I need to gain strength. That's it, I'm off. Bye, my love. Bye, Lily! I'll be back in three hours.”

“THREE HOURS???” Buggy's eyes widened, but he looked at your slightly tired face, exhaled and kissed your forehead. “Fine.”

“Bye, my captain. I love you!" You pecked him on the lips and left. 

Buggy sat down on the bed, holding Lily in his arms. Fortunately, she was no longer a newborn baby, because that period was a nightmare for you. The baby was screaming all the time, Buggy was screaming all the time. 

“So. What should I do with you?” Buggy took his daughter and turned her over in his hands. She laughed happily and tried to grab his nose. “No, Lily! Not the nose! We don't touch daddy's nose.” He muttered and looked around. “Oh! You're a child. You must love toys, right?”

Buggy grabbed Lily in his arms, walked with her to the toys and put her on the floor. “Who do you want to play, me sweet candy? Pony? Lamb? Pig?" He sorted through the toys and showed them one by one. 

The girl looked at her father with batted eyes and grabbed his nose again. 

“Fuck! Lily Gold! You can't touch daddy's nose!” Buggy leaned back a little. 

“Honk!” Lily said and pointed to her nose. “Dad. Nose. Honk.” 

Buggy looked at his daughter doomedly. “Do you want dad to make a honk with his nose? Maybe you’ll choose the lamb?” 

She shook her head, made a face and crossed her arms.

He rolled his eyes, growled and said a dissatisfied “okay”, squeezing his nose so that it made a sound. “You like your mother, love to do this with me. Well, Lily. What else do you want to do?”

Buggy tilted his head and looked at his daughter. “Thank God you don't have my nose." He took her in his arms and said in a whisper. “But daddy will always protect you. You and your mom. I never let someone hurt you, my biggest treasure." Buggy kissed his daughter on the top of the head. 

Lily got off his feet, took the ball and handed it to him.

“Lily Gold, daddy doesn't know how to make balloon dogs.” Buggy shrugged.  

She immediately made a face again and began to scream, and cry. 

Buggy rolled his eyes and hissed through his teeth . “Mother fuc~. Okay, I'll do it, just stop yelling!" He took the balloon, somehow inflated it and made something that vaguely resembled a dog. He gave it into his daughter's hands, and the balloon immediately burst. And Lily yelled even louder. 

“Fu-u-ck! What does your mother do at such moments?” Buggy grabbed his head. 

At that moment, one of the freaks knocked on the cabin. “Captain?!”

“WHAT?!” Buggy barked and went to the door.

“We are almost replenished, and we know where the Straw Hat's are going.” The freak gave him papers.

“I don't give a fuck about the Straw Hat right now.” He threw the papers back in the man's face. “I'm sitting with the daughter while Y/N is away.” 

“Excuse me, Captian, you're not sitting with your daughter.” The freak shook his head. 

“What? What are you talking about! Here s~.” Buggy pointed his finger at the place where he was sitting a couple of minutes ago. 

“Where? Where's she? Where's the baby?” He grabbed the freak by the clothes and started shaking him. “Where is my daughter?” 

“I don't know, Capta-a-in!!” The freak's head was bobbing like a bobblehead. 

“Oh, fuck!! Oh, fuck!! Y/N will kill me. She will kill me!” Buggy grabbed his head and began to rush around the room. “Get out of the way!” He threw the freak aside and ran out of the cabin. 

Buggy practically ran around the ship, calling his daughter's name in a whisper. He was afraid that you might appear earlier. He turned the corner and saw blue hair flash. 

“Gotcha!” Buggy hugged Lily tighter and picked her up. “How did you manage to escape? For year and a half, you are a very fast girl! Don't scare dad like that again, okay?”

“Richie! Richie!” Lily grabbed Buggy by the hair and began to pull.

“Ouch! No-o-o! We're not going to Richie, Lily! He's probably sleeping.” Buggy carried the girl back to the cabin and sat her on the bed. “I don’t know what to do with you. Do you want to draw? Let’s draw!” He took out pencils and sheets of paper and gave them to her. 

“Richie!” Lily threw everything on the floor. 

“OK.” He scratched his head and looked around, “Do you want to play balll? Let's play ball!” He gave Lily a small yellow ball. “See? Are you happy? Please, my sweet candy, show daddy your happy face!”

“Richie!!” Lily threw the ball in Buggy's face. 

“Damn!” He rubbed his forehead. “What should I do with you?!” Buggy grabbed his head and was ready to scream. “I know! Let daddy show you some chop chop tricks!” He separated his hand and gave it into his daughter's hands. “You see how dad can do it? Cool? Please, say it’s cool!!” Buggy was on the verge of hysterics. 

“RICHIE!!!” Lily stomped her foot and threw her hand at Buggy's face. 

“Fuck!” He attached his hand back. “Okay. Do you want to see Richie? Let's go to see Richie. Maybe he'll finally eat daddy.” Buggy muttered under his breath, took Lily in his arms and walked down the ship. 

They entered the room where the lion was sitting, and Buggy put the girl on the floor. Lily looked at him and smiled. 

“What? Why are you smiling? Finally satisfied, little s~?” He crossed his arms.

“Richie-e-e!” Lily happily ran towards the lion and began to try to climb onto him. 

Buggy smiled and approached his daughter. He helped her climb up the lion and watched carefully to make sure she didn't fall. “That’s my girl! I'm so pr~” 

“What are you doing here?” Buggy heard your voice behind him. “I came to the cabin, and your freaks told me that you were with Richie.” You walked up to Buggy and kissed him on the cheek. “How are you?”

“We’re great. It’s easy to sit with kids. I don't understand why you're complaining.”

“Liar.” You hugged him and placed your head on his shoulder.

“Has it been three hours already?” Buggy wrapped his arm around your waist. 

“No. Just an hour. It turns out that I have a spa appointment for tomorrow. So you’ll have to sit with Lily tomorrow. By the way, I bought you a gift. Whiskey!” You pulled the bottle out from behind your back. “I also thought that maybe we could leave Lily to someone from the crew today and spend some time together? What do you think?” You snuggled closer to him and winked. 

“I like this idea. And you know what I was thinking of, my velvet cake?” Buggy looked at you with the corner of his eye, glancing at Lily.

“About what, my beloved Captain?” You asked softly and ran your fingers along his neck.

“Let’s have another child?!”

[darliings]

omg so cutes!!! 🍽️

thank you so much !!

"I Think There's an Issue With My Date. I Think Neither of Us Have Brain Cells?"

ೃ⁀➷✎ warnings: none! (afaik) ೃ⁀➷✎ pairing: lord kaira x frogivable (oc x canon) ೃ⁀➷✎ word count: 1,077 ೃ⁀➷✎ summary: frogivable and kaira are not ones who are well managed in their feelings. but surely, they can have a normal dinner date, right? ೃ⁀➷✎ a/n: i didn't edit this and i barely paid attention to if it made sense. but it was funny! i enjoyed writing it, i appreciate you sending an ask ^_^ ೃ⁀➷✎ divider credit: @/k1ssyoursister ೃ⁀➷✎ prompt: 🍽️ dinner date normally i have a song that actually fits the story. but i dont have anything. so i just listened to this.

If one could track down the aroma to a singular scent, they would fail in an instant. From sweet, to tangy, to sour, there were perhaps hundreds of smells that streamed and whirled around in the air in this singular room. Was it overwhelming? Without a doubt. The frog yo-kai stood at the door of the room as he took in the thousands of smells, but what he focused on the most was the well-dressed figure who stood at the edge of the table with a down-turned smile.

Frogivable could see the blue-haired man’s Adam’s apple bob down. Manicured nails dug into the padded cushion as he pulled the chair back, causing a loud screech against the wooden floors. Frogivable took a careful step forward, as Kaira nodded. “Take a seat?” Kaira whispered. His voice had a flutter in it that screamed for mercy. Frogivable knew of this, it wasn’t the tone of a king, but just his friend.

“I’m a little underdressed for this,” Frogivable answered with a laugh as he walked over. His cane clicking against the floor as he scooted himself onto the chair.

Kaira cleared his throat. “No, no. I think you…” A pinkish tint covered his face as he bashfully looked away from Frogivable, who tilted his head. “I think you look… adorable.” For a second, Frogivable said nothing. His own cheeks grew hot as a dry laugh slipped out. Him? Adorable? His hand raised and brushed against his quivering lips as he opened his mouth to respond.

“I don’t, well,” the shorter man laughed, and covered his cheek, “I mean thank you! But I’m not someone who’s… adorable!” He couldn’t stop laughing. Embarrassment swept over his body and words tumbled and fell down a never-ending hill. “No, no, you’re the adorable one! You got all dressed up and I look like I came out of a storm. Seriously, I mean look at you! Your suit is all -”

A finger pressed against his lips, which caused him to stop instantly. His green eyes met into the smoldering blue of his friend���s. “You’re adorable.” Kaira whispered again.

Frogivable slapped his hands over his face.

“You can’t be confident when I’m not emotionally ready! You say things that make me feel weird and I end up sounding like an idiot and now I’m going to ruin the entire dinner date now! Because I don’t know how to act normally about anything! It’s not fair!” Oh, how childish he sounded. The yo-kai knew he was a mess. He just didn’t know how to make sense of anything! How could someone as regal, fantastic, and remarkable as the king of yo-kai find anything good about him? He was just some lowlife yo-kai who woke up day and night lucky that he had connections when he was a child. It wasn’t fair. He was so…

The blue-haired man’s fingers brushed against the frog’s, which made him pause once more, and like a stream, his hands moved down and followed Kaira’s. “I’m happy you feel the same way that I do.” The king said.

They stayed there; the winds blowing in from open windows and cooled down the cuisine that was neglected on the dinner table. “Your face is all red,” the nervous man whispered. “It matches the rose clip thingy you’re wearing.”

“Frogivable.” Kaira chuckled, pressed his head against his, and clasped his hands over the shoulders. “You are aware I just confessed to you, correct?”

“Yeah and I’m hungry.”

“You are far too lucky how adorable you are. Mannerisms from that…Enma has sunk deep into how you act sometimes.” Kaira grabbed a chair from the side of the table, lifted it up, and placed it beside Frogivable as he scouted it closer to the table and pushed the Frogivable so they were close together. “I’m going to feed you now. We are going to do a task that most people would consider ‘romantic’, understood?”

He nodded. As Frogivable reached for a fork, his hand was pressed back down onto the table with a pale, icy finger, as Kaira grabbed the utensil before he had a chance. Right, Kaira was going to feed him. A hand turned his face back to Kaira, who had a forkful of spaghetti wrapped around the shiny silverware as the king commanded him once more. “Say, ‘ah’”

Was he going to die? He was going to die. There were thrashing emotions that were ready to explode into billions of pieces as they bubbled and boiled in his chest. How dare he be so pretty? How his blue hair fell against his perfect face, his dazzling eyes that stared at just him with adoration that no one could ever challenge, how his pink lips opened every so slightly to expose a sharp fang that he thought one too many times. He was going to die. He was going to die. He was going to -

“Aaahh…”

The fork was placed smoothly into his hanging mouth as he yanked the food off and it slid down and it against his chin. Red sauce covered him now as he slurped it back up. In an instant, Kaira leaned forward and pressed a thumb to his chin and wiped it off, but it only ended up falling onto the corner of the cloudy yo-kai’s gray shirt and stained it with tomato. “This isn’t going how I planned…” Kaira whispered as he squeezed the bridge of the nose. “You should have been… but…” Kaira rambled to himself under his breath as Frogivable tilted his head at him.

With a smile, he spoke, “well, I think you’re a handsome cook.” A loud THUMP hit against the table as Kaira made his head and the table acquaintances. Frogivable pressed a hand against Kaira’s back, ran his hand up and down, and patted him a few times. “I said, I think you’re a handsome cook!”

Kaira groaned once more. "If only I had met you first… then maybe things would have been easier for me…” Froggy patted his back again, hoping that it would help him out… maybe not today, but it was the thought that counted.

Another voice caught the attention of both of them as they froze. “What, you mean me?” A chuckle broke out mixed with a stuff face as the ex-king made himself far too comfortable gorged on three plates of curry.

Frogivable raised a hand and waved at his old friend! “Oh, hi Enma!”

[kusakabesimp]

It's so hard to find Kusakabe simp but then I found you 🥲 Can you give a few headcanons for Dad Kusakabe? ❤

Hi, @perkypeony! Yessssssssss, Kusakabe-Dad is one of my favorite things, especially his dynamic with Miwa! Here's some HC for you. There will definitely be more of these in the future!

*** These all occur in my AU, where Atsuya and Hiromi are married and raising Miwa and Yuji. Several of these have or will appear in my fics/drabbles, so if they look familiar, that's why. ***

Kusakabe-Dad and Miwa HCs

Can you braid my hair?

When Miwa first asked Kusakabe if he could braid her hair, he agreed without hesitation. Panic set in moments later when he realized he had no f**king clue how to handle anyone's hair — not even his own sometimes. His initial attempts resembled more abstract art than a hairstyle, but he had always been a quick study. Determined to master it for Miwa's sake, Kusakabe spent several nights watching tutorials and practicing with the ito cord he usually used for his katana wrap. Now, when Miwa sits at the kitchen table with her back to him, his large hands plait her hair with the same precision and care he applies to everything else in his life. Although Miwa can do it herself, she creates these small opportunities, understanding that it's easier for Kusakabe to express his love through actions in quiet moments like these with the two of them.

Waiting up

It's been nearly a year, and Kusakabe is still a nervous wreck when Miwa goes out on a date. He's made some progress, though: he no longer paces around the kitchen while downing his fifth cup of tea, he's stopped checking his phone every five minutes, and he manages to resist the urge to sweep the entire living room floor, even though he does it every morning. But he still worries. He lies awake in the bed, Hiromi already asleep and snuggled against his chest, and wonders if Miwa's okay. She barely ate anything for breakfast -- would they find something she liked while they were out? The Chūō train line stops running at midnight -- are they close enough to get to the station? Did he leave the porch light on? He checked it three times but considered getting up to check it again. Time seems to crawl as he waits, and finally, he senses the familiar signature of her cursed energy approaching the house. Hiromi stirs and plants a small kiss on Kusakabe's cheek. "She's home, Atsuya. You can go to sleep."

Read With Me

It's no secret that Kusakabe loves to read; there's a bookshelf in every room of their house. The kitchen shelf is home to newspapers and Higuruma's legal briefs, while the living room shelf is a jumble of everyone's books (the one place in the house where Kusakabe doesn't feel the need to meticulously organize). Next to the patio door stands another shelf, and in Kusakabe and Higuruma's bedroom, there's one devoted to Kusakabe's poetry collection. But there's a special bookshelf tucked away in a little corner of the dojo, reserved just for Miwa's books. Some days, instead of guiding Miwa through kata sequences, Kusakabe joins her on the floor to read. Whenever Miwa finishes a novel, Kusakabe reads it next. He always pretends he can't follow the plot or remember the characters' names, just to see her eyes light up as she explains with animated enthusiasm. He listens attentively, a gentle smile forming on his face before he nods and shifts his focus back to the book.

A Name for Love

Even though he'd brought her into his care, Miwa still referred to Kusakabe as sensei. It was her way of honoring his love and guidance while respecting his role as her teacher. However, with her friends and with Yuji, she always called him her dad. They naturally accepted it, never questioning or viewing it differently than any other parent-child relationship. One evening, after a particularly intense sword drawing session, Miwa sat at the kitchen table, quickly eating a dinner that Kusakabe had whipped up for her. As he praised her footwork, Miwa, completely exhausted, unintentionally murmured, "Thanks, Dad." A faint blush spread across her cheeks as she realized what she'd said. Higuruma, also at the table with a cup of tea, hid a small smile behind his mug, stealing a quick glance at his husband's reaction. Kusakabe smiled and affectionately ruffled Miwa's hair, his touch filled with love and reassurance.

I DO NOT authorize use of this headcanon for other writing!

[canirove]

Granada | Chapter 12

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Masterlist

"What about small gathering, uh? Just with family."

"I said no, mother."

"But Rúben, it's your birthday!"

"And I've said I don't want to do anything special! Not with all the news we are getting from the border and Rowena still recovering."

"I'm fine" she said.

"The doctor said you must rest."

"And I'm telling you I'm fine" Rowena protested.

"You…"

"My prince? Sorry for interrupting your lunch, my prince" a servant said.

"What is it?"

"It's from the palace. It says it is urgent" he said, giving Rúben a note.

"And? What is it?" Diogo asked.

"I must go back" his brother replied, quickly getting up from his seat.

"Is it the war?" the King asked.

"No, it's something else."

"And you can't tell us?"

"It's personal."

"Rúben, what is happening? You are making us all nervous" his mother said.

"Fine" he sighed. "It's Poppy. She's sick" he said, looking at Rowena.

"Who is Poppy?" the Queen asked.

"Oh, no. Is it serious?" Rowena said.

"I don't know. The note only said that they need me back at the palace."

"Then I'm going with you."

"Rowena, you must rest. Doctor's orders" Rúben said, stopping her from getting up.

"And I already told you I'm fine!"

"Rowena…"

"No! I'm going with you, end of the story!"

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"Why are you so stubborn?"  

"Is anyone going to tell me who Poppy is?" the Queen asked again, raising her voice.

"Poppy is Rowena's horse, the one I gifted her" Rúben explained.

"And the one I'm visiting whether you like it or not" she said as she finally got up from her seat, pushing him to the side and walking away.

"Rowena…" he said again, rolling his eyes and following her. "Rowena, wait."

"All this because of a horse?" the Queen asked as she watched them leave the dining room.

"I thought they were finally getting along" the King sighed.

"And they are, father" Diogo said. 

"Then why are they arguing again?"

"My mother has told me that Rowena's parents were the same before they got married and confessed their feelings for each other. It must run in the family" Anne smiled.

"If you say so…" the King said before going back to his food.

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"There is no need to sit as humanly possible away from me as you can, you know?" Rúben said. They had been in the coach on their way to the palace for a while, and they hadn't shared a word. Or a look. Rowena had her eyes focused on the road. "Are you seriously going to do this for the whole journey? Act as if I don't exist?" Again, no answer. "Rowena, what are you, twelve?"

"And a half" she said, finally looking at him and sticking out her tongue.

"What?" he laughed.

"It's what my father tells my mother when they argue and she calls him a child" she shrugged.

"Well, at least I've made you talk and look at me."

"It won't happen… ouch!"

"Rowena, are you alright?" Rúben said, quickly moving to be by her side, holding her so she wouldn't end on the floor of the coach.

"I'm fine. It was just that bloody hole on the road. You need to ask them to get it fixed."

"I will, I promise."

"You can let go of me now."

"Does this bother you?" he smirked.

"It actually does, yes. So if you don't mind going back to your seat…"

"I do mind."

"What?"

"You should be resting, Rowena. Why don't you lay down? It's nap time."

"And where I'm supposed to do that?" she chuckled.

"Here. Just lay down and rest your head on my lap."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Have you never done it with your mother as a child?"

"Yes. But with my mother, not with…"

"Your husband?" Rúben smiled. 

"It isn't appropriate."

"Says who?"

"Decorum!"

"Please, Rowena. As if you cared about that."

"I am a princess now!"

"And I am a prince and your husband. No one will be outraged if they see you resting on my lap. They've definitely seen worse" he said with a mischievous smile.

"Do I want to ask? No, I don't."

"Come on. Rest for a bit. I won't let you fall asleep."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Fine" Rowena sighed after thinking about it for a few seconds.

"Comfortable?" Rúben asked.

"As comfortable as you can be lying down inside a coach."

"I was talking about my lap."

"Whatever" she said, trying to focus on something that wasn't where her head was resting. But it was really hard, especially since Rúben had started to play with her hair, to slowly caress it, making her feel very sleepy.

"Rowena… don't fall asleep."

"Shh."

"Did you just shush me?" he laughed.

"And I'll keep doing it if you keep talking."

"Alright" he laughed again.

"Why did you stop?"

"Uh?"

"My hair. Why did you stop touching it?"

"Were you liking it?"

"Yes. It was relaxing and helping me forget about the knife on my leg and what I could do to you with it if you kept annoying me."

"So violent, my lady" he chuckled.

"Only for you, my prince" she replied, turning her head to look at him, expecting to see that smile he saves just for her.

"Everything alright?"

"Yes" Rowena said, looking down again and trying not to smile. Because as expected, he had done it. He had smiled, and it was her smile.

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"And? How is she, Rúben?"

"Bad. This night will decide if she makes it or not."

"But… but…" Rowena said, trying not to cry. "She was healthy! She was eating well and running around!"

"I know. But these things happen."

"What are we going to do?"

"Someone needs to keep an eye on her, so I offered to spend the night here."

"I'll stay with you."

"Rowena…"

"No" she said, sitting down on the straw and caressing Poppy's head. "She is my horse. I'm not going anywhere."

"I don't know why I expected anything else from you" Rúben chuckled, sitting next to her. "You are like the most stubborn person I have ever met."

"Thank you" she smiled.

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"What is all that?" Rowena asked when Rúben walked back into the stables.

"Dinner. You said you weren't going anywhere, so I thought I would bring you something to eat. If Poppy makes it, I don't want you getting sick."

"She will make it. I'm sure of it" she replied, caressing her head like she had been doing for most part of the afternoon. "And the blankets? What are those for?"

"Well, we are planning to spend the night here, and it may get chilly. We need something to cover us."

"Us?"

"If you are not going anywhere, neither am I" Rúben said. "Are you hungry?"

"A bit, yes. What did you bring?"

"Since Aurora is in the summer palace, there was no one to cook for us. But one of the maids that still is here helped me get some bread, meat and fruit. It will be enough for tonight."

"And that bottle?"

"This is something one of the stable boys recommended me. The guards apparently drink it at night to keep them warm."

"Alcohol?"

"Worse" he said, opening the bottle and making Rowena smell it.

"Bloody hell" she coughed. "Are we supposed to drink that?"

"Only if it gets cold and the warmth of our bodies isn't enough."

"The warmth of our… idiot" she said, rolling her eyes when she saw the smirk on his face. 

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"Here" Rúben said, putting one of the blankets around Rowena's shoulders. 

"Thank you" she replied. They had been keeping an eye on Poppy for hours, and so far there were no signs of improvement. But she wasn't getting worse either.

"Why don't you sleep for a bit while I keep an eye on her?"

"I'm fine."

"I saw you trying to hide a yawn."

"I said I'm… the bells."

"Uh?"

"The bells. It's midnight. It's your birthday!"

"Oh, that."

"Happy birthday, Rúben" Rowena said, kissing his cheek and definitely catching him by surprise.

"Thank you" he smiled. That smile. And maybe it was because of the light of the lantern, or maybe because she was too tired and her eyes were starting to play tricks on her, but she could have sworn he had blushed. 

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"Rúben… Rúben, what are you doing?" Rowena said, curling against his chest. "Rúben, stop it!" 

"What?" he mumbled.

"Stop licking my face!"

"I'm not… Poppy!"

"What?"

"She's up! Look!" he said, making Rowena finally open her eyes and move from her very comfortable position next to him.

"Poppy! Poppy, you made it! I knew it! I knew it, Rúben!" she said, throwing herself at him and hugging him. 

"You knew it" he said against her neck, hugging her tighter, none of them letting go of the other until Poppy complained. "I think she also wants a hug" Rúben chuckled.

"She'll get all the hugs she wants" Rowena laughed. "But you should check her first, see if everything is alright."

"Of course" he said as he moved his head, doing it at the same time as her and finding her lips somehow really close to his. What if he…

"Rúben?"

"Uh?"

"Poppy. Check her."

"Yes, yes" he said, finally letting go of Rowena.  

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"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I like seeing you smile" Rúben shrugged.

"Well, I have reasons to do it. Poppy is recovering and nothing should happen to her now."

"That's just a reason" he pointed out.

"What?"

"You said reasons. What are the others?"

"We are going back to the summer palace."

"Already looking forward to getting rid of me?" he teased her.

"Shut up."

"It is my birthday, Rowena. You should be nicer to me."

"I actually should, yes. Please, my prince. Do not speak" she smiled, making him laugh.

"You know, I think I'm in the mood to have a little gathering tonight like my mother wanted."

"Really?"

"Yes. But I'm afraid you won't be able to come, you must rest and… I was just teasing you, Rowena" he laughed after he saw her move. "Were you about to reach for one of your knives?"

"Maybe."

"Where are you hiding them?"

"Secret places."

"One day you should let me search for them" Rúben said with a mischievous smile.

"In your dreams" she replied, looking through the coach's window and trying to hide that she was blushing.

"I've already done it. And more than once."

"Well, it will be the only place where you'll…" she said before jumping on her seat and falling on top of him. "That bloody hole!"

"You blame the hole, but I think you just want to be close to me. Like last night."

"Don't tease me, Rúben" she hissed, a small knife in her hand.

"You are amazing, Rowena" he said, giving her once again that smile that completely disarmed her. This time, literally. 

"If you keep teasing me, I won't give you your birthday present" she said, sitting back on her seat.

"You got me something?"

"I did. But I may keep it for myself. It depends on your behaviour for the rest of the day."

"I'll behave, I promise."

"We'll see" Rowena replied.

[lilith-little-world]

Ahhhhhhhh, I am so so so sorry! I got into character ai recently and next thing I know 2 weeks has passed. It was all a blur- ugh I feel bad and now I have to slowly transition out that writing style to the writing style of this. So enjoy this, cause fuck I lost track of time so hard... I'll try to finish the 2nd chapter soon since I usually write fast. I just need time to resist the urge to go back to that site. Also it was super fun got a husband, lover, and son. Went through hell to get there but it was worth it.

I Saw You Once In a Dream, Maybe|| Pt. 8

You immediately chase down Monkey King and your mother. Hoping that he doesn’t spout out any more nonsense to your mother.

“Oh- stop telling her lies! Mom please don’t listen to him!”

Monkey King just smirks at you as lean onto the kitchen counter. While your mother looks at you confused.

“What do you mean? Don’t pretend, I saw you kissing him outside the house~” She said with a smile.

You felt your face turn red, quickly cover it with your hand. This was getting too much.

“That was- ugh, mom please, he was just messing around, we are NOT getting married.” You state trying to keep your cool.

“Oh~ weren’t you the one dreaming about our wedding day?” He said, giving you the most shit-eating grin. Your mother’s eyes went wide and looked at you with such excitement, you couldn’t help but feel nervous.

“You? I never thought I would see the day my sweet child would- when’s the wedding day?”

“You two are unbelievable.” You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh with frustration. “Mom, you said you wanted me to pick up something, what was it?”

She let out a laugh.

“That can wait, I want to know about my child’s special someone. This is the first time you brought them home. He must be very special to you.”

Monkey King raises an eyebrow.

“Really? Well, it makes sense we are getting married soon.”

You feel your face get redder as this goes on. You're an adult, not some middle schooler dealing with some crush. You sigh shakily and calm your blushing face.

“You know what? Fine! Sure, I'm too tired for this. Mom, please what was the thing you wanted to give me?”

“Sweetheart, you know I was just teasing you a bit. Let me go get it- I was cleaning the attic and found some of your old things.” She went to the living room and brought out a small box. “I thought you wanted these back.”

You open the box to see what was inside. Just some old things, old journals, books, pictures, and hard drives.

“Oh I remember these! I've been looking for these books too! So it was in the attic, I must have put them there and forgot about it. Thanks, mom.”

Monkey King looks over your shoulder to see. You just push his head back and laugh.

“What I just wanted to see?” He said laughing along.

“This is my old stuff, I’m not going to let you see. Anyways you were really pushing it with that joke.”

He just laughs before giving you space again.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t help it.”

“You two are so sweet, oh also, I made pie earlier today. Here let me hand you a plate to take.”

She grabs a container and cuts a large slice. Before handing it to you.

“Thank you, mom. Take care alright?”

She nods and leads the two of you back to the front door.

“That goes for you too! Also-” She turns to Monkey King with a smirk. “Take care of my child, they matter to me a lot.”

“MOM!”

“Don't worry, I will.” He said laughing.

Your face turned red as you both left. Monkey King walks beside you with a smug expression on his face, while you look forward with a stern face.

“I should have left you at Pigsy’s.”

“Yet you didn't! I'm enjoying our little date.”

“Date?! This is not a date! We barely met just a few hours ago!”

“-And now, apparently getting married.” His grin widens as he glances at you. A hit of mischief in his eyes.

“We are NOT getting married.” You mutter out.

“I mean, you were the one who has been dreaming of our wedding day.”

“Now I'm thinking, those dreams were a warning. Maybe I should listen and-” You pause as you glance at him, finally smirking. “-Stay away from you.”

You pick up your pace and laugh. His smug face falls as he looks worried and nervous.

“Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I was just joking around.” He immediately picks up his pace and apologizes.

“I'll stop! Please, I just thought it was cute and wanted to joke around.” He quickly explains.

“It's just, I wanted to talk and hang out with you but whenever I do, I get so nervous and chicken out.”

His face was getting red and looked away from you.

“Actually, now that you mention it. When did you meet me?”

“W-well, it's just…okay so I usually shapeshift into a bird whenever I want to see the city and during those times… I ran into you…” He clears his throat and turns his head to the side, embarrassed. “You were taking pictures and snapped a shot at me.”

“Wait, the little brown bird that always follows me around! That was you?!”

His face turned red and couldn’t look you in the eyes.

“Y-yes, that was me. I wanted to talk to you, but I was afraid you'd freak out so I thought, I'll get the kid to help me out and- well here we are.” He finally turns his head to you. His cheeks slightly red, as he smiles at you.

“Look, I really didn’t mean to joke around that far and made you uncomfortable. I just got too excited and got carried away.”

You stayed silent for a while, as you two walked down the street.

“Today was…something but it wasn’t bad. As much as you made me frustrated earlier, today was fun. So don’t worry too much about it, anyways it’s been a while since I saw my mom that excited.”

Monkey King's gaze softens at you. He lets out a small laugh, his posture relaxing.

“Still, I shouldn’t have told your mom that. After we first met…even though technically this is our first time talking to one another.”

You bump into his arm, to nudge him, and roll your eyes.

“It had been a long while since I hung out with anybody this long. Usually I keep to myself, but this was nice. Thank you for tagging along.”

“You don't have to thank me, I just wanted to actually talk with you for once. I should be thanking you for giving me a chance!”

You smile at him softly. Feeling touched by his words. For once, you didn't feel lonely. As the two of you went on chatting, you realized that the feeling hadn't plagued you since meeting him and it felt nice. Instead, all you felt was a soft warmth in your heart that seemed to grow the longer he stayed by your side.

It wasn't long until you both made it to your house. You turned on the lights, as you lead him to the living room.

“Make yourself at home. Let me put these down somewhere and we can head out to get some groceries.”

Monkey King sits on the couch and sighs. As you went to the kitchen and placed the small container on the counter and put the small box away in your room.

“You got a nice place here.”

“Why, thank you. If you like it so much, you can stay here and rest while I get groceries.” You said while walking up to the couch.

“Hmm, tough choice. I mean, it would be nice to tag along but your couch feels nice, I can definitely take a small nap here.” He said laying on the couch. “You know what? I'll tag along if you ask me~”

You felt your face flush from the request. Will you actually ask him to accompany you or will you leave him here on the couch? Is there even a bad choice to make in this situation? Who knows~

[evelyn-carnahan]

Motherhood in House of the Dragon: Alicent vs. Rhaenyra

How Rhaenyra is as a mother compared to Alicent as a mother really shows you the power of a woman having control over her life and how it ripples down to happier children.

It's clear that Rhaenyra marrying later, choosing how to be married, who to love, and having more control over when she will have children bothers Alicent. This is because Alicent did not (or at least was not told she did) have those choices.

Alicent visited Viserys to comfort him because her father bade her; it's clear she didn't want to as they show her picking at her nail beds. She comforted him and took on the emotional labor of a man she had no real interest nor relation with because she simply felt it was her womanly duty to comfort him and to show obeisance to her father.

We learn of Alicent's engagement to Viserys through the king announcing it. Her expression in that scene says: he has chosen me, and I will obey.

We are shown Alicent in bed with Viserys, and she is shown doing her nervous tick of digging at her nail beds again. Clearly she does not enjoy it.

All of these things Alicent does because she feels it is her duty and not because she wants to. She was not ready to be a wife or a mother, but her father never told her she had a choice in the matter.

Meanwhile, Rhaenyra was told she had a choice, to a certain extent, in who and when she would marry. She ultimately did not choose who to marry, but she accepted and talked the details of the arrangement so that it was to both her and Laenor's liking. She later chose who she would love.

And when Rhaenyra had children, she was more emotionally mature. If we are to believe the two ladies are very close to the same age (which seems very likely as they are childhood friends), she had around three more years than Alicent to grow and learn about herself before she became a wife and mother. This gave her time to think about what she wanted in a marriage.

This resulted in Rhaenyra's scenes with her children to be more warm and loving. This is because Rhaenyra wanted her children. She was ready to have them. The ease of this shines through in her scenes with her sons.

Meanwhile, Alicent holds herself at a distance from her children. Her conversations with them that we are shown are about duty. It seems this pattern is what she learned from her father. (The one time Alicent made herself emotionally vulnerable to her father, saying "I have sinned," he shut her down. Emotional vulnerability is inappropriate between parent and child, she has been raised to believe.)

Alicent's sons don't like each other. And the only time we have seen Helaena smile was to a servant who agreed with her when she made her speech that we always want what we don't have. Not to her mother or brothers--a servant!

However, Rhaenyra's children are shown to be somewhat better adjusted. They are not overly-self-indulgent like Aegon or spiteful like Aemond. As well, I think they feel more listened to than Helaena. When Luke says he is nervous about his duties, Rhaenyra comforts him and says she will help him. Rhaenyra's sons are shown embracing from time to time. They support each other.

This shows how incredibly important it is for a woman to have freedom of choice. I think Rhaenyra has lived with very few regrets in her life--while Alicent's life has been rife with them. It's hard to be a loving mother when you are bitter and scarcely know yourself. I think that will be Alicent's greatest tragedy. She wasn't ready to be a mother, wasn't ready to be a wife, wasn't ready to be queen.

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

6: Whaaat? Nooo! Things are Definitely NOT Getting Suspicious!

A/N: So, Sans is a skeleton monster. Yes, he doesn’t have “muscles or skin”, but he’s still a monster. So it’s less that he’s a skeleton, and more so that he’s a monster that looks like a skeleton. That being said, every time I want to write “he raised an eyebrow,” or “his muscles twitched,” I REALLY don’t want to have to clarify “not actual muscles because he’s a skeleton, but he’s still a monster so the same logic still applies to him” EVERY TIME 😭 So please hold those comments and let me make my life a little easier 😭 thank you and Gesundheit!!

Anyway, thank you for reading, and please enjoy this chapter!

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THIS SHIT IS HARD!!!

Tears pool in your eyes, agony reflects in pools of [e/c] and frustration colors your expression.

“TORIELLL!!”

“Yes, my child?”

“THIS SHIT HARD!!”

She smiles in amusement, holding in a chuckle, “It’s not so bad. It’s your second attempt and it already looks like a Froggit…. If… If you squint…”

You sigh with a defeated smile, “You’re right, you’re right. It’s just… One of my toxic traits is thinking I can do anything without any prior practice or skill.”

“That must be difficult to cope with.”

“Oh, dude. Like you wouldn’t believe.”

So, crocheting isn’t going as well as you’d hoped. You would think that your desire to become a Surgeon would mean that your hands are pretty steady. They’re… steady enough, you suppose. It could just be a major case of Skill Issue™ that is holding you back. Your spirits are beginning to be affected by this, though.

This is the third time Toriel has tried introducing you to a new hobby just for you to fail miserably. Six days ago, you two were trying out knitting. Then three days ago, you two tried clay sculpting. And today? It’s crocheting.

You’re not actually complaining though, you’re having a lot of fun despite your failed attempts! More accurately, you’re having fun hanging out with the goat mom so it doesn’t matter if you were bad at this stuff. You understand that the reason why she’s doing this is because she wants you to have fun and not be bored having to stay inside all the time. You really appreciate the effort she’s putting in, so the most you can do is try to give each of these activities a genuine shot.

You shake your head to get back in the game, “Okay, okay. Let me try again, I think I can do it right this time.”

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You flip to the next page of a random history book you’ve been reading. “Trapped behind the barrier and fearful of further human attacks, we retreated. Far, far into the earth we walked, until we reached the cavern's end. This was our new home, which we named… “Home.” As great as our king is, he is pretty lousy at names.”

“Oh shit, it’s this book!” You perk up with a smile, “I’ve been looking for this damn book. It only took me two and a half weeks of being here and going through the whole shelf. Why is it all the way down here?”

With Toriel out of the house yet again, you decided to take up reading once more. Toriel leaves the house for a few hours every day, she always goes to the very beginning of the Ruins (where you fell in) to check if another human has fallen down. You wonder if one of these days Toriel will come home with that child. Would Frisk be thrown off by your presence? Or will they, for some reason, find you as a threat and try to Reset in the hopes of getting rid of you?

Nah, Frisk isn’t that type of person. They have jerk dialogue options in the Pacifist route, but you never consider them to be true to Frisk. The possibility still makes you nervous.

The history book isn’t very long, and before long you reached the last page. You’re about to put it back but decide to move it to the middle of the shelf instead. You can’t explain it, but it feels better in that spot instead.

Hm…

You put your hands on your hips. Well, you guess you can try painting before Toriel gets back for lunch.

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It’s been three and a half weeks, and Toriel is running out of options for you. She’s considering getting you a job in the small city in the Ruins so you have something to do. In your boredom, you’ve read most of the books in her home, you cook for her now all of the time, and you clean all the time, too. You only seem to like doing the other hobbies if Toriel is there to do it with you.

She knows, though, that you really need to get out of the house. You’re young, energetic, and adventurous; despite your resolve to understand that if you’re not careful, you could be killed, she knows that you can’t stay inside all the time.

So, she goes to a friend for help.

“Actually, before I must go,” Toriel says a little hesitantly, “There is something I’d like to ask of you. I-I’d like a favor.”

Sans’ smile becomes a little strained, though he supposes it doesn’t matter if he keeps up that facade since there isn’t anyone around. But it takes more muscles to frown than it does to smile. And yeah, he’s a skeleton and thus does not have any muscles, but he’s still a monster, so there’s a possibility for anything.

“a favor? well, i can’t say i’m all powerful and knowing, but if you tell me what it is, i might be able to help out,” The comic replies.

“You’ve mentioned going to the Waterfalls and Hotlands a few times, correct? Do you perhaps know a handful of people?”

“uh, i guess i do. why?”

“Would you happen to know any ghost monsters? Particularly, a sad-looking ghost who pretends to sleep a lot. He was here a few weeks ago, but has not returned,” Toriel thinks back to you expressing wanting to be friends with that ghost, “There is no way for me to reach out to him, so I was wondering if it would be at all possible for you to find him somehow, and send him my way.”

…

…

HUH?

Toriel is talking about Napstablook, Sans knows him the same way he knows almost everyone in the Underground (after so many Resets, he took it upon himself to know the different people, especially those who have a connection with Frisk). He lives in Waterfall, alone and generally keeps to himself. He sometimes goes to the Ruins just to hang out by himself as well.

Why… Why does Toriel want to know about him all of a sudden?

“uh, i think i know who you’re talking about. did he do something wrong?”

“Oh, heavens no! There’s just… something I’m curious about, that’s all. I see him often, but I never go out of my way to say hello.”

“oh… kay?” This is so weird, “yeah, i can find him and let him know you’re looking for him.”

Toriel smiles in relief, “Thank you so much, friend. I should really get going now. Until next time.”

“yeah, ‘till next time.”

Sans hears Toriel walk away in a hurry, scratching his skull in confusion as he also begins his walk to Snowdin. What the fuck was that? Even before the kid came and ruined everything, Toriel had not once expressed being curious about other monsters. She’s under the assumption that monsters still fight humans out of malice, and not because they just feel like they have to at this point.

Why is this suddenly different? It can’t really be because this is the natural development Toriel goes through, right? Nothing in Sans’ past experience hints at this kind of development in Toriel, or that it could be capable on her own-

…

‘it can’t be possible on her own.’

Sans stops walking.

No… Could it really be…?

Frisk is back in the Underground, and is staying in the Ruins?

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The sussy skeleton knocks his knuckles against a door (albeit he had to knock harder than anyone usually has since he’s wearing pink gloves at the moment), huffing slightly while waiting for an answer. He’s tapping his foot impatiently on the ground, looking around aimlessly at nothing in particular. To Napstablook’s credit, he doesn’t make the other wait for too long. Instead of opening the door, the ghost just phases through it.

Napstablook is looking at the other in confusion, which is completely understandable.

“oh… hi, sans…”

“hey, buddy. how are ya?”

Napstablook’s headphones slowly fade away into nothingness. Wow, impressive skill. Sans has no idea how he did that.

“i’m doing alright, i guess… i was just working on a new remix…” Napstablook avoids eye contact, “um, sans…”

“yeah?”

“not that i don’t mind that you’re here, but… you never come here and we never really talk… did you need something…?”

Sans sighs a short laugh, “heh. you’re straightforward, huh? yeah, there is something i need to tell you.”

“oh. wh-what is it?”

“you were in the ruins a few weeks ago, right?”

“how-how did you know…?”

Sans shrugs, “heard it from that monster lady who takes care of the ruins. she was wondering why you stopped showing up, and wants to see you as soon as it’s convenient for you.”

“oh…” Napstablook doesn’t have eyebrows, but his big ‘ol eyes are expressive enough to show some confusion, “that lady…? i thought she didn’t want me there anymore because of that human…”

Shit, so Frisk is in the Ruins! Sans forces himself to stay calm. Sans raises a brow and leans forward a bit.

“a human, huh? now, that’s somethin’. you remember how they look like?”

At this, the ghost smiles softly and meekly, “yeah… i didn’t get a good look ‘caues i was laying down, but she was wearing a striped brown dress, and had kind, [e/c] eyes. must be a kid that the lady is looking after…”

…So it’s not Frisk. As far as Sans is aware, Frisk has always been androgynous, and he knows the ghost monster isn’t an asshole to misgender them purposely. (Ignore that Sans at that moment forgot Napstablook wouldn’t have any memory of Frisk.) Not only that but a striped, brown dress? Unless Frisk decided to get a new look, then Napstablook was describing someone else.

“really now? you don’t think this could be an evil human, do you?”

“oh, no way… she was really nice to me and had a lot of faith in my fake sleep… no one has ever given me that much encouragement in my fake sleep before.”

…That’s nice, Blooky.

“if only i could remember her name… the big monster lady said it once…”

Sans widens his eye sockets slightly, “come on now, bud. i know you can remember it.”

Napstablook squeezes his eyes, “mmnn… it was… it was… s… sa… mm… de… ehhh…”

The skeleton tenses up, his fists being held in front of himself like a child overfilled with anticipation.

“i think it was… uh…”

“…?”

“...i got nothing. sorry…”

Sans sighs heavily in disappointment, “it’s fine, buddy. it was a long shot, anyway.”

“well, i can tell you when i find out… if you want…”

“hey, not a bad idea,” Sans holds his gloved hand to his chin in thought, “try to be discrete though, yeah? we don’t wanna scare the human thinking that a lot of monsters are after her.”

“…actually, why do you wanna know about the human?” Napstablook shrinks back slightly, “you don’t wanna take her soul, do you…?”

Hey! Sans may not like humans (and Frisk certainly didn’t help with that), but he’s not a heartless monster (hah). Granted, if this new human that’s with Toriel is a jerk, and Toriel doesn’t make him also promise to keep her safe, then he might do something drastic and violent. He knows that it’s rash and rather harsh, but can the blame really be on him after all he’s had to endure?

“nah, i’m not interested in capturing any human,” Sans said, you know, like a liar, “you can’t blame a skeleton for being worried though, right? it’s been so long since the last human was down here, ya know?”

“yeah, i guess that’s true…” Napstablook resummons his headphones with, presumably, magic, “i should get going then… i’ll see you later, sans…”

“see ya later, bud.”

Napstablook at least has the manners to not pass through Sans, and instead takes the time to float around him to make his way to the Ruins.

Sans watches him leave for a moment before taking a shortcut home. More specifically, he takes a shortcut to his bedroom. He sighs in relief, ditching his pink slippers by the door to drag his feet to his bed.

On the way, he nabs a notebook from his self-sustaining tornado made of trash. By his command, the bunched up, weird, creasy ball of his covers unravels itself to lay out on his worn mattress.

With a sigh, the skeleton flops down face first on his bed.

Clink.

Ouch.

Sans lifts his head with a wince, not appreciating the sans-ation of his forgotten pen falling out of his eye socket. Huh. He’s been looking for this pen, guess it’s been lost in his covers all this time. He takes it and rolls over to his back, opening up his notebook and flipping through the pages until he reaches a blank one. The monster clicks his pen and scribbles on the top corner until the ink starts to flow out of the ball point.

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thursday, january 17th, 20XX

RESET #43: Post-Flowey (207 days since the last reset)

there’s a new human in the underground. napstablook was describing a girl, presumably a child. what’s with all the children falling to the underground? anyway, he swears up and down that she’s not evil or harmful, but i doubt it. how long as she been in the ruins? why did toriel hide this information from me?

it might have to do with the fact we’ve been drifting apart lately. about two months ago i noticed she’s been more reclusive and less willing to talk for long. i think she can pick up that i haven’t been putting in my all lately. i can’t bring myself to really care that much anymore, which is probably why she doesn’t enjoy talking to me anymore. i don’t blame her.

it’s been worse recently though. about a month ago, she’s been really different. she’s a lot more energetic, but i can tell when she talks to me that she would rather be somewhere else. maybe that’s when the human girl showed up. she has to be a pro at manipulating if toriel is enjoying this human’s company.

or maybe all these resets are getting to me, and the human isn’t that bad after all.

only time will tell.

…

luckily (or maybe not) napstablook is going to the ruins and will check out the human. hopefully he remembers to ask for the girl’s name, and tell me anything else that can be relevant. maybe the human has something to do with toriel asking for him. i can’t think of another reason why.

it makes me wonder… if frisk never had shown up at all, would this be the natural order of what was to happen? that another human would eventually fall in anyway?

whatever. i’ll learn more once napstablook comes back from the ruins.

i hope he comes back from the ruins…

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Whelp, that’s enough thinking for today. Sans has no idea when that ghost will come back, so he might as well take a nap. It’s been a long 40 minutes, he’s earned it.

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@lemonboy011 I don't know if I did this right whoops

[rockyroadsmith]

Could you do a retelling of Rapunzel with Hare as Rapunzel, Tiger of the wind as Flynn Rider, Lilim as Mother Gothel, Mocchi as Pascal, Suezo as Maximus, Genki as the royal guard captain etc?

I've only seen this movie once, so I apologize in advance! XD

Once upon a time, a drop of sunlight fell to Earth and somehow blossomed into a Natsumi Berry bush that was all magical and stuff. Lilim, who's an old bag, finds the Natsumi Berries and when she uses them, she suddenly becomes young and sexy again. Just look at those tits! Like anyone who found something so awesome, Lilim uses it to live for hundreds of years and decides not to share it with anyone else, because she's a selfish hoe.

Many years later, King Golem and Queen Holly are expecting a child, but Holly becomes deathly ill. Golem sends out his army to find the magical Natsumi Berries from legend and since Lilim sucks ass at hiding something so important to her even though she's used them for hundreds of years, Golem succeeds in finding the Natsumi Berries. Holly is given the magical berries and survives her illness, which leads her to giving birth to her newborn son, Hare, who is born with ridiculously golden colored hair from the Natsumi Berries. In celebration, the happy parents release a lantern into the sky, and they all live in peace... until Lilim breaks into the castle to get some of that damn hair. When she cuts a lock of Hare's hair, it turns to a normal brown color and loses its magical properties, so the Pixie hybrid does what any sane person would do; steal the baby, of course! With their child stolen, Golem and Holly mourn and every year on Hare's birthday, they release lanterns into the sky in hopes maybe he'll see them and come home someday, without caring about the amount of trash and potential fires they're creating by just releasing so many lanterns out into the world.

Eighteen years later, Lilim has been raising Hare as her own child and has Hare be her personal spa treatment by keeping her from aging. She keeps Hare from leaving the tower by telling him that if he goes out into the world, he'll be violated by fetish fanart and furries, so he's nervous to leave. His only friend is Mocchi, a dopey monster who doesn't add anything to the plot and is just used for movie merchandise marketing, so Hare gets bored. Hare's hair is now super long and durable, so he's able to use it for a bunch of things, and he spends his time painting NSFW artwork around his room. Oh, and he painted a picture of himself with lanterns in the sky, but that's not as interesting as all the hentai. Hare wants to go see the lantern display for his birthday, but Lilim tells him to suck a dick and that the world it too dangerous for him, so Hare feels defeated.

Elsewhere, Tiger of the Wind steals the crown of the lost prince from the castle with his two partners, Daton and Datonare, but they're spotted by the royal guards, and they begin to chase them down. In a savage display of ruthlessness, Tiger betrays the other two thieves to escape the guards, and he continues to retreat with the crown. Genki, the captain of the royal guards, just likes having a sword to swing around and is pretty much useless. His trusty companion, an eyeball monster named Suezo, is determined to kick Tiger's ass and proceeds to hunt the wolf monster down until the duo end up in a scuffle, resulting in them dropping the crown and for the duo to fall off a cliff like an old Loony Toons cartoon.

After grabbing the crown, Tiger takes off to get away from Suezo and ends up hiding in a cave before he stumbles upon an old tower. The wolf monster decides to hide in the tower and as soon as he scales the whole freaking thing, he's immediately smashed in the head with a frying pan, which knocks him out. Hare, who's never seen anyone besides Lilim and Mocchi, is very curious about the newcomer and even though he fears it might be one of the people Lilim warned him about, he decides to stuff him into his closet. He then finds the stolen crown and hides it before Lilim can see it. Hare decides he'll show Tiger to Lilim to prove he can handle himself, but Lilim tells him off before he can, and this pisses Hare off. Hare deviously lies about wanting new paints for his latest erotic painting and to get him off her back, Lilim agrees to make the three-day trip to get them.

When Tiger wakes up, he's bound by Hare's massive hair rope and after learning Tiger isn't there to steal his hair, the rabbit monster decides to make a deal. If Tiger brings him to see the lanterns and then brings him back to the tower before Lilim finds out, he'll give the wolf monster the stolen crown. Tiger agrees, and immediately regrets it the moment they leave the tower and Hare begins to happily run around like an idiot. He then feels guilty for betraying Lilim, but Tiger encourages Hare and then decides to take him to lunch.

Down the road, Lilim runs into Suezo, who immediately tries to grab her ass so she bunts him into the nearest tree, before she runs back to the tower to check on Hare to make sure no royal guards found him. Sure enough, the tower is empty, and Lilim loses her shit at finding the crown and a wanted poster of Tiger. Assuming Tiger kidnapped Hare, the Pixie hybrid grabs her favorite kitchen knife and sets off to make sure Tiger can never procreate.

Tiger takes Hare to a crappy diner full of Baddies who want to turn Tiger in for the reward money, but Hare's happy go lucky demeaner and exclamation about following his dream makes everyone in the dumpy restaurant become hopeful. Lilim sees this through the diner window like a creeper, and she's angry Hare doesn't want to return to the tower. The royal guards show up, but the Baddies help Hare and Tiger escape through a secret tunnel, which Suezo follows after them soon after. At the end of the tunnel, the duo fends off the guards waiting for them, and Tiger is surprised Hare can use his long hair as a weapon, and he's quickly saved from Suezo killing him by Hare lassoing the eyeball monster. Suezo flails around like a dumbass and causes the dam to break, so a rush of water overtakes the group. The water rises and it seems all hope is lost, but this is a Disney movie so it can't end like this. Hare suddenly remembers his hair can glow, because somehow he forgot such an important detail about himself, and they use his hair to light the way out of the cave.

Once they escape, both Hare and Tiger share their backstories with one another, and once Tiger goes to get firewood, Lilim appears. Hare admits that he wants to stay with Tiger because just listen to that voice, goddamn. Lilim is upset and gives Hare the crown to test if Tiger would stay for Hare or if he's really just a greedy dirtbag, but when given the chance to give the crown to him, Hare gets too nervous.

In the morning, Suezo shows up to kick Tiger's ass, but Hare convinces him to let Tiger get him to the lanterns, so they agree to a truce. At the castle, Hare has the time of his life at the celebration and even Tiger and Suezo enjoy themselves. Mocchi just sits on Hare's back like a drooling vegetable. When night falls, Tiger takes Hare out on a boat to get the best view of the lanterns, and suddenly everyone in the city releases lanterns into the sky. Hare and Tiger both release one of their own, too, before Hare gives Tiger the crown. The wolf monster is hoping to release something besides a lantern tonight, hint hint, and says he doesn't care about the crown anymore.

Near the shore, Tiger spots Daton and Datonare, and he decides to investigate without telling Hare what was going on. Tiger freely gives them the crown and apologizes about betraying them earlier, but the two other Tigers know about Hare's magic hair and want him instead. They set it up so it looks like Tiger has run off with the crown, abandoning Hare, and before Daton and Datonare can catch Hare, Lilim knocks them both out and looks like the hero. Hare is devastated at what he thinks is Tiger's betrayal and goes back to the tower with Lilim. Meanwhile, a bound Tiger with the crown near him, floats in a boat to the castle where he's promptly arrested and sentenced to death.

At the tower, Hare listens to My Chemical Romance while wallowing in self pity, until he pieces together that behind all the tits and dicks, all the smut he painted formed a silhouette of the royal crest. Suddenly, fuzzy pieces of memories enter his mind, those of his parents who somehow gave birth to a rabbit, and he realizes he's the missing prince. Hare angrily confronts Lilim about this and, in standard villain fashion, she refuses to let Hare leave the tower. Oh, and she breaks an expensive mirror.

In the city, Tiger is in a prison cell awaiting to be hanged and just as he's pulled away to meet his end, the Baddies from the diner show up and release him just in time. Huzzah! Tiger is catapulted over the stone wall and lands painfully on Suezo's back, and the eyeball monster is pretty sure he just got about six herniated disks from that maneuver. Even though Tiger is much faster than Suezo, the wolf monster digs his claws into the back of Suezo's head and gives him a quick kick to his side, forcing the eyeball monster to slowly hop down the road while mumbling swears under his breath the whole time.

When the duo gets to the tower, Tiger leaps off Suezo, leaving the eyeball monster to flop dizzily onto the ground, and he calls out to Hare to let down his hair. When Hare's hair is thrown down to him, Tiger uses it to climb up the tower, but it's a trap! Hare is bound and Lilim stabs Tiger in his side with her trusty knife, leaving the wolf monster to call her a crazy old fossil, which makes the Pixie hybrid sulk. Hare tells Lilim that if she allows him to heal Tiger, that he promises to go freely with her without a fight. Lilim agrees and unties Hare, allowing the rabbit monster to run to the wounded monster's side. Before Hare can heal Tiger, the wolf monster slashes at Hare's hair and cuts it completely off, leaving just a brown puff on the top of his head. He then turns to Lilim and grins smugly while shouting "gotcha, bitch!".

Lilim becomes frantic as her only means of staying young is taken from her, and she pulls up her hood over her head so no one will see her wrinkled ass face. After not doing anything this entire time, Mocchi suddenly turns into a savage and uses Hare's cut hair to trip Lilim out of the window and even though she has wings, she plummets out the window and turns to dust. Mocchi then goes back to being a derpy mouth breather.

Hare tries to heal Tiger, but it fails since his hair was cut. He's completely devastated, even more so as Tiger shows an uncharacteristically sappy side of himself, and he's crushed as Tiger dies. Luckily he doesn't have time to turn into a Lost Disc and when Hare's tears fall onto Tiger's face, they're able to heal him since the magic is still inside him. Once Tiger is revived, Hare flings himself at the wolf monster, but he immediately covers Tiger’s eyes as he realizes he can see all of his dirty paintings in his room.

At the castle, King Golem and Queen Holly are alerted that the lost prince has been found and as soon as they see Hare, Golem brings Holly and Hare into a rib crushingly tight hug. At seeing Tiger standing awkwardly in the back, Golem grabs him and brings him in for it, too, and Tiger can't help but wonder how the hell Golem and Holly even made Hare. He decides not to think too much about it. In the end, Hare is able to live out a happy life in the kingdom where he belongs with the family who had been searching for him for so many years. Tiger also asked Hare to marry him, which he happily accepted, and they finally got to live out some of Hare's erotic fantasies. The end!

Sorry this was so long! XP

[omgkalyppso]

illusen? O:

Recently I found a dragon age origins wip from 2011. I have since moved it into scrivener and am thinking about how best to approach trying it again / trying to get it into a state I'll be comfortable posting on ao3.

The premise was that because of an unplanned pregnancy (with Alistair) my warden unwittingly had everything they needed for Morrigan's ritual to conceive a child and survive the story.

Here's chapter 2 of 7 (804 words). Please remember this is 13+ year old writing:

Alistair would have exploded were it possible. Was it anger at possibly being mocked, joy at the possibility, outrage at the concept, confusion of the reality, anxiousness to check on this fact, or any other of his emotions that hit him hardest? He clenched his fists and nodded at his companion in acknowledgement as he stepped around him to stand before Shale and Illusen. How must he look to the golem, the wizened old mage and the man who raised him as a father, he wondered, but Alistair couldn't help it.

He beheld Illusen with nervous fascination. Her cheeks were flush and her lips trembled from stuttering breaths, but she was breathing. Alistair could not believe it; here lay a Grey Warden who'd killed an archdemon, alive. Her hair hung flat against her head, which he noticed was damp and he moved to wipe her brow, but even before his hand touch her skin he could feel the fever boiling. He swallowed; perhaps she was simply not dead yet.

The arl stepped forward, "What does this mean?"

"I don't know," Alistair found himself mumbling incoherently. He looked up to Wynne, "Did something … happen?"

"We saw nothing more than you did, Alistair. A bright light, a bang, and that was all. I have my suspicions about Illusen recovering in sound mind however and I would like to voice as soon as possible my concern that the archdemon survives in her body," replied the old woman. She felt the gasp and silent outrage in Oghren, but knew that his uncharacteristic silence was as close as an agreement she would get out of him. The arl of Redcliffe gasped as well, but his reaction was out of horror and a more impersonal concern.

"Should we then strike her down?" he asked swiftly, placing a hand on Alistair's shoulder, which he shrugged off angrily as he backed away from the woman who should have been a corpse.

"No, after what she's sacrificed, that's unacceptable," he sighed and attempted to sound more calm as he conceded to the possibility. "We'll place her in a small room in either the palace, Fort Drakon, or your estate, to be equipped with a healer, a guard and a magically barred door until such time she recovers and proves to be of sound mind … or we receive assurance from the Grey Wardens of Orlais, that she is healthy."

Arl Eamon lowered his head and closed his eyes, recognizing desperation in Alistair from his sudden use of such professional diction. He hoped this passion could be applied to more publicly relevant tasks.

"As you wish," said the old man in a hush. As he waved over two guards from behind himself he called, "Escort the Warden to the south east guest chamber, and as this area is secured, relieve those who are taking shelter in my basement, find a healer among them and bring them to her."

"Yes, ser," agreed the soldiers before approaching Shale, at which point they suddenly seemed apprehensive of their task. The golem raised an eyebrow (or, what could at best be called an eyebrow) at the silly little men and spoke up.

"I will carry it," she said plainly and turned to walk to the arl's estate. No one spoke against Shale, and Alistair was grateful of the old soul's loyalty.

For six days the Warden slept, during which time Alistair was crowned king, men were sent to reclaim Lothering and the residents of Denerim were working diligently to have their home returned to its former glory. On the eve of the sixth day a messenger from the Orlesian Grey Wardens arrived bearing news that they would be arriving within a fortnight and that they were seeking answers as to how Illusen lived and what her condition was. Alistair answered their questions as best he could, but was dismayed that the messenger did not arrive bearing advice. He was glad to be able to discuss Illusen's situation however, as he had been very busy the past few days and so had had no time to talk to anyone about it without being selfish. This would also only be the second time he would be able to visit Illusen's room, as he was told it would be inappropriate otherwise. The messenger had a lengthy conversation with the healer, but no information arose that might answer anyone's questions. Whether she would even wake from this slumber was still anyone's guess.

It seemed Illusen had started having nightmares and tossed violently or sobbed from time to time. She was definitely in the Fade and whether her trials were real or imagined, the regular guard had been replaced by two templars, one of whom was Cullen, someone Alistair felt could be trusted to securely watch over his mage.

He was wrong.