#let’s be real here your majesty. you earned this!

[waterlilyvioletfog]

Like let’s be real Mei Changsu rocking up to the emperor’s birthday party like “I’m gonna end this man’s entire career” was really really funny. Okay yeah he was sad and pathetic but TO BE HONEST, I enjoyed seeing a sixty year old (or whatever) man throw a fit like “ITS MY BIRTHDAY!! ITS MY SPECIAL DAY!! YOU CANT MAKE ME FACE CONSEQUENCES FOR MY ACTIONS AT MY BIRTHDAY PARTY!!! WHY IS EVERYONE BEING SO MEAN TO ME!!” Alright Mei Changsu left that man in SHAMBLES

[edgeray]

Hi ray

Could write dragon! Arlecchino x hunter! Reader who hunts dragon because she was tasked to even tho she didn't wish to do so but little did the reader know that arlecchino is very strong

So when the reader was tasked she was warned by the villagers but what could the reader do but to only obey the orders when the reader met arlecchino trying to hunt her down she failed to do so

Dragon Hunter Mother

(Arlecchino x Fem! Reader)

A/N - Like always, if you want to request something from me again anon, give yourself a name/emoji ☺️ Also, I love this idea. I don't plan out my requests, plot just kinda comes as I write, so let's see what I do with this. I'm assuming you also want reader to be afab as well. Since you didn't say about arlecchino having a human form, I'm just not going to write it. Don't ask me how this turned to be over the limit I said these requests were gonna be. I got carried away with world building and plot. Sorry 😬 . Hopefully this was okay? Honestly, didn't know how I would make it romantic, but I guess I'll put it under romantic? I tried by best anon, feel free to request again if you want me to write it in a different way 🫶. Sorry for taking so long, but here it is!  Content warnings / info - author doesn't know how to write dragons, semi-graphic violence, if it wasn't obvious, Freminet, Lyney, and Lynette make an appearance, 2.6k words 

Stemming from a long line of dragon hunters, it was no surprise that like the rest of your siblings, you would take up the mantle of also being a dragon hunter. Dragon hunting is a service to the kingdom exclusive to only a few noble families like yours, hence why its hunters are practically revered by the kingdom's citizens. Protecting the kingdom, receiving glory after every slaughter, earning a large chunk of the kingdom's money, it's no doubt that many aggrandize and covet to be in the same position. 

You've never wanted to be a dragon hunter. It's an arduous job in a kingdom known for its dragon outbreaks. The Majesty is prompt in requesting dragon hunters, sending them from one corner of the kingdom to the other unhesitatingly, and frequently underestimate the duration that these kill orders take. When the process of dragon hunting involves tracking the dragon, finding the dragon's sanctum, preparing to combat against a dragon, and finally, killing it, it takes at least a week if it's one of the older dragons. The Majesty has high expectations, and it's a struggle to keep up with them. Kill orders were often piled on top of one another, which means immediately after you complete one, it is off to finishing the next one.

It is a job of ruin. When was the last time you've gotten more than a few hours of sleep? The last time you've had a full meal? The last time you were able to have a relaxing bath? 

Killing dragons is not how you would like to waste away your life, slaving away under a duty that everyone idolizes. As you carry on your role, you begin to learn more and more about these flying reptiles; dragons are fascinating, intelligent creatures. It is a shame that many villagers are so terrified of them, dragons actively avoid humans; though for one reason or another, dragons occasionally seek the nearest human civilization, eating farm animals and destroying any shelter or barricade that stands in their way. Perhaps you're just foolish, but you believe that there is a real reason for this behavior, and that there could be a solution to this. 

Until then, you could do little more but heed each order, slaughtering dragon by dragon. Their dying cries plague your dreams every night, leaving you empty and restless. 

You arrive at a village, the emblem on your chest plate that indicates your occupation glints as you step out of the carriage. The village head greets you quickly, settling you down in front of a cup of tea and some snacks, before cutting straight to the details.

“This dragon… I'd be careful. I've heard of you, a genius among geniuses in terms of dragon hunting, but I warn you right now. This dragon is different. Smarter, more powerful than your typical one, I bet. Its fire… even among other dragons, isn't comparable. It can torch the whole village, and it got damn near close to. Cunning bastard as well, it can pinpoint where our sheeps are and it can evade our traps. It disappeared from our village a few decades… we assumed it died naturally, but then it returned again earlier this season.”

“When was the last time it attacked? Do you know what kind of dragon it is?”

“No. We’ve never seen a dragon like it before. I'm not sure if it follows under the kingdom's classifications. It's black and white with three pairs of wings! And its tail… sharp like, like…like a scythe, can slice houses in half! Its claws are just as dangerous too. Can breathe fire, of course.”

Three pairs of wings… that means this dragon is considerably old. Dragons gain pairs of wings after their first set through molting, which only occurs every fifty or sixty months following reaching maturity, meaning this dragon was at least a century old. You grimace. Older dragons are always harder to get rid of. Most of the dragons that you encounter only have one pair, on the rare occasion, two. This is the first time you've been assigned a three-paired dragon.

Its colorings are also strange; you've never heard of a black and white dragon specifically. The tail description, however, isn't very uncommon; it could be a signifier that this is an incredibly rare hybrid among dragon species. If it's as powerful as it's said, and if you consider its age, then perhaps they come from one of the Dynasty species… but a descendent of that species hasn't been seen in many years. If this is true, then of course it wouldn't follow under the kingdom's ordinary classifications of dragons. Still, a hybrid? Mating between different species almost never happens. This really was a special case. And its disappearance? You couldn't even fathom why.

“Do you know at least where it lives?”

The village head turns to his right, pointing in that direction. “If you continue that direction, you'll come across a forest. That's where it goes. We don't know where it lives, we've been too scared to try and find out ourselves.”

You sigh. Well, this wasn't much to work with. “Is there anywhere I can stay?” 

“Yes, yes. There's a room above the bar that's just for you. Free of charge, of course. The food as well. Just please… eradicate this beast.” 

“I'll do my best.” 

—

No matter how many forests you go to, you never become fonder of them. Traversing them was always annoying. Too much greenery to walk through, too many streams and rivers to cross, and just too many damn trees. This terrain is especially difficult to find traces of dragons in. It'd be better to make your own traces then scour through the forest to search for them, hence why you're at a stream, catching as much fish as you can with a net. Fish makes for good dragon bait, though you don't intend to use it to trap the dragon. You doubt any trap you could make in the little time you have could kill or harm the dragon, but it will lure the dragon to you.

You pause to take a break, glancing at the pile of fish you've collected. The smell is starting to assault your nostrils. Ugh. 

You hear a crunch behind you, and you turn. Your eyes widen and you pick up your sword, raising them towards the three dragons that surround you. Adrenaline pumps through you as you stand up, observing the creatures. 

All of them only have one-pair of wings, with similar features and size; they’re as large as bear cubs, if you subtract their tail length, and you realize that they're baby dragons, yet to reach maturity. They have, notably, distinct colorings, but they all share the same black and gray coloring. Perhaps they come from the same hatch? The one to your right has red, almost maroon, splotches over their scales. This one is wide eyed, but its features are relaxed as if playful and curious. The one in the middle seems to be the smallest, fearful as if it’s cowering with its dipped head and the tail wrapping around itself protectively; this one has almost a marigold accent to it. The one to the right is teal, and passive, like it doesn't see you in the slightest. 

Baby dragons are hardly as aggressive or destructive as their adult counterparts, but that doesn't mean they can't pose a danger. Still, you don't want to harm them, not when they haven't done anything that would warrant you to.

The red one approaches, deliberately, sniffing towards your direction. You brace your sword, and it trudges up to you, nostrils grazing against your armor before it nudges against your hand. It then walks past you, its focus deadset on the pile of fish behind you. The two other dragons follow in the red one's lead, and you sigh in relief, placing your sword back in its sheathes.

Baby dragons, three of them especially, are a rare sight, as they're often sheltered in their father's den, and they don't venture out until they've fully matured. This being because they're quite vulnerable despite the threat they hold once they've matured. Eliminating them is a part of your duty, however, you never feel right killing creatures that have just hatched. They couldn't be more than ten years old; they still had a few more decades before they could pose a danger. If they're out like this, it's likely they've been abandoned. Mother dragons often leave their young after childbirth, and the fathers are left to take care of them; it could be that the father died recently. 

Whatever the case, you think that they deserve to live a little longer. Plus, they're kind of cute… 

Although, the more you observe them, the more you feel you should prevent the fish supply you spent all day getting from declining. They seem less cute now. You groan as they eat until there's no more fish, and they turn back to you, croaking as if requesting more. 

What are you, their mother? Your eye twitches in vexation. 

You spend your evening fishing for baby dragons at the river. Un-fucking-believable. Weren't you wonderful at your job? 

You decide to leave the dragons at the river bank as you search for wood to make a campfire. To your slight annoyance and amusement, the young dragons trail behind you. You get random twigs and branches that scatter the forest floor. One of the dragons, the yellow one, picks up a branch in their mouth, before offering it to you. 

Damn it, why did you have to be a dragon hunter? You take the stick in your hand, hesitantly petting the top of its head. This is something you’ve never done before, but you wouldn't mind doing it again. It leans into your hand. You don't deserve this treatment, you hunt their kind. Oh, how you wish you could tell them what you'd have to do once they grow up. Why did you have to be a dragon hunter? You're holding back tears as you continue the petting action. 

Its other siblings, unbeknownst to your existential crisis, follow its behavior, and you've turned the baby dragons into your personal campfire wood carriers. You think dragon trainor fits you better than a dragon hunter at this point, but that profession doesn't grant an affordable life. 

Seating yourself on a tree stump, you build your campfire and light it. You use it to cook a fish over, while you try to fend off said trout from being eaten by the dragons. By the time it's done cooking, the little creatures are exhausated, curling against you as the three fall asleep against your legs and back. You don't want to admit it, but it's a comfortable weight against you. You didn't even know that dragons snore until now.

Peace at last, you think, finally able to eat your fish alone. 

Too soon, too soon. You hear it before you see it, the whipping of winds that you can only associate with the beating of dragon wings as it flies. The sound grows louder, meaning it's heading straight towards you. You stand up, unsheathing your sword and bracing yourself for an assault. Shit, shit, shit, you're not prepared to fight in this territory whatsoever. What was it attracted to? The campfire? The smell of your fish? Or perhaps… you glance at the still sleeping creatures. 

You don't have much time to ponder as the ground shakes when the beast lands in front of you, right on top of the river, its gargantuan form making you tremble. An earth shattering roar escapes its throat, nearly making you tumble back from the sheer force, and your ears ring painfully. 

You've never seen a larger dragon before. You count the pair of wings through squinted eyes. One, two, three. This is the dragon you've been hired to hunt? 

The hand holding your sword doesn't stop shaking, no matter how much you try to control your muscles. The adult dragon nears, and your heart rate pounds louder and louder with each footstep. Black and white colorings? Check. Sharp tail? Check. You know you have to fight it, but how could you possibly? It dwarfs you in every single way possible. 

It swipes its tail at you, and you duck as fast as possible, just barely missing being sliced in half like the trees behind you. Its tail retracts to lunge at you again, and you block the sharp end with your sword, though it just swats you away easily, throwing you across the bank of the river. You land on the gravel with a pained groan, and you scramble to get up, facing the dragon. 

Piercing red-crossed eyes gaze back at you, and you no longer feel like the hunter. Instead, you feel like the prey, and every fiber of your being is telling you to run. You wield your sword again resolutely. If you die, then you die, but you'll die knowing you tried. The dragon tilts its head back, preparing its fiery breath, and you ready your wrist shield. 

Suddenly, a familiar croak comes from behind the adult dragon, and you see the baby dragons rush into the adult dragon, headbutting its feet. The dragon snaps its head back into its normal position, gazing down at the small dragons at its feet. You're afraid that the larger dragon will crush them, but instead it growls. The young ones chirp back, communicating with it. 

You stand there, bewildered, the pieces coming together in your mind quickly. Is the black and white dragon their father? Are they trying to save you? The tension in your shoulders relaxes the slightest bit. The father dragon whips its head back to you, and you freeze, paralyzed under its predatory gaze. Too swiftly does its tail shoot towards you, but instead of impaling you as you prepared, it merely wraps around your midsection, lifting you effortlessly. You drop your sword out of pure shock from being in mid air, and it brings you face to face with the dragon. 

The dragon snarls, baring its teeth, and you think it's the end once you see its pearly whites. Instead, however, it sniffs you, before pausing, observing you more. You're holding your breath, wondering when you will meet your fate. It opens its mouth wide, displaying a row of teeth in its oral cavern. You squeeze your eyes shut but all you feel is something warm, wet, and slimey. A tongue drags across your face, and you cringe, immediately bringing your hands to wipe away the thick saliva. The tail around you loosens, and you fall on your back, grunting from the impact of hitting the floor. 

Okay. Well, you're alive at least, you think, once you get the liquid out of your eyes but it is unfortunately in your hair. If it hasn't killed you yet, then it must mean that it likes you? 

You open your eyes, and see that the dragon lays in front of you, its snout just a feet away from you. Each huff from the dragon blows your hair back with hot air, but you don't mind it. The smaller dragons prance by your side, chirping and croaking with a high-pitched tone. Bemused but just grateful that you've yet met your end, you pet their heads. By the growl from the father, they approve of your action, and your heart melts. You reach out to pet the snout of the larger dragon, and it closes its eyes, further nudging against you before a grumbly purr escapes its throat.

Seems like you've just been forcibly adopted by a family of dragons. You don't think you'll complain that much. 

[str4ngr]

So don't know if you do school au's or not but this is for your 800 followers prompt board.May ask this with other fandoms

Fluff 2. bully x nerd

headcanon or ramble of your thoughts whatever works for you

But if it could be with the twist of the reader being the bully. More of the smart, manipulative, sit back and watch "If I have other people to do my dirty work, why get my hands dirty myself?(⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧" Type. Y'know

Maybe runs a delinquent gang korac (korack?spelling's hard) or 141. ¯⁠\⁠(⁠°⁠_⁠o⁠)⁠/⁠¯ idk feel free to take and leave what you want.

Character ideas:

Teacher's pet/nerd!Kyle who reader "asks"orders to let them see there notes after class behind the school "I wanna see how the top of the class organized all that info into one sheet of paper🥺", only too burn it in front of him with a lighter. later rubbing it in once the next test scores come through with a disappointing look from mr.price and a 67 return grade.

Dumb jock!Johnny who reader calls "soap" because he needs a bath.

Quiet kid!Simon that is as important as a ghost in the day time, Aka not.(To reader at least)

Pushover!könig that reader makes do all their heavy lifting bc "I'm the brain an your the bron, you'd be nowhere without me🤭"

History teacher!Mr.Price that can't prove that it's reader that is pulling the strings behind that sweet model student mask they put on.

I just need more mean reader 😭. Maybe reader find it amusing that someone like them is able to be picked on and that's why they bully them.

Have a lovely rest of your day

your majesty.

t.f.141 & könig. | my drug, my addiction.

cw: suggestive[?], obsession, foul language, age difference, mentions of bullying/hazing, college au, gn! reader. wc: 812. notes: kind of not x reader, idk. this is longgggg. also idk how to resolve this so it's like lowkey mid-story type shit. not proofread.

being the ball and staff holder of your little college was real fun. no body here really cared for your classes or your degrees, besides, going to those parties with too much alcohol and only one drinker, circulating those bloody-face pictures, and sending dares through burners, was far, far, more worth while.

professor price

obvi gonna make this a college au

i think his first instinct would to go after your underlings/ the physical perpetrators.

he wouldnt be able to catch them without evidence, but he would keep a close eye.

he observes them during any class he lectures of can sneak into but doesnt notice a direct connection between the victims and the bullies. many were in different classes, majors, floors, buildings, but there was always someone.

you.

attractive, intelligent, and charismatic, the idea of you being associated with this vicious bullying left a bitter stain on his tongue. but price couldnt deny it. you were always there. never missed a day of class, never missed a beat in taking your usual seat in the lecture hall of neither the front not back.

price goes home that day with a tug of war on his mind. he wasnt sure what to do. he could say, yes, you were there, but you werent when kyle was dragged to the back hallway.

he became almost obsessed, enthralled by the idea of, maybe, just maybe. it was a hard game.

you grinned to yourself as you stared at the newly "earned" money in your hands. you grinned knowing 'your' top grades were yours. you grinned because someone noticed, and now it was all the more fun. it was a long, long stretch. a bloody dance of two double-edged swords fighting for a purpose of neither justice or protection. truly just the adrenaline.

kiss-ass kyle.

kyle was almost helpless at the sidelines, chased down, mocked, and cheated.

"kyle, your grades have been falling, is there anything you want to talk about?"

you grinned when you heard prices voice from behind the ajar door, where he and kyle stood, revising kyle's most recent test scores.

top of class to barely passing?

price couldn't believe it. it was out of character for one of his best students to be spiraling down so rapidly.

"no, i'll do better."

he didn't.

you're staring at the way prices lips twitch into a frown, eyes flat as he hands kyle his paper. upside down.

lacky könig & toy johnny.

when könig first transferred to your college, it was awkward. how does someone with such a thick accent integrate to the cliquiest college? how but then such a sweet, beautiful, top student greet him, welcomes him with open arms

he was a lost puppy, following you without a leash, hearts in his eyes as he grabs another annoying rugby player.

your silky voice ringing in his ear,

"koko? do me a favor, make sure that soap kid doesn't come near me again?"

he didn't even need you to negotiate, he nodded, heavy stature shoving poor johnny against the brick wall of a far away storage building.

könig's imaginary tail wags behind him as he showed you a photo of beaten and pulped johnny,

"told him to never even look at you again!" his gruff voice would mutter, eyes brightening as you whisper,

"good boy."

johnny really became a toy after that. clueless and submissive to your insults as you berate him after each gym class, rolling oyur eyes in objective disgust while looking him up and down,

"sad the only clean part about you is the fact i call you 'soap', now fuck off, you're making it hard to breathe."

silent simon.

why bother with him.

simon was quiet, always.

so to you, he was really nothing more than a stick on the road that you had to run over.

and snap.

of course, it was easy. he didn't whine, hiss, growl. i imagine that he was lanky, tall, but skinny. and of course, when you see such an easy target, who are you not to take it?

you decided having könig be the one to break him wouldn't be any fun, but watching as the guy who already struggled with having any social life slowly get pushed farther and father into isolation?

now that was fun.

first you took his dumb himbo friend johnny, who was beat to a pulp, and told it was all simons fault.

dumb dog never spoke to him, and how fun it was to watch simon stare from afar as one of his only friends left him to eat lunch by himself.

next was kyle, who was kind enough to help simon with their history class.

"Kyle, keep talking to that hoodie kid, and i'll make sure the only thing that's ruined isn't just your grades."

You smile as kyle urgently responds to the texts in desperate pleas and promises to never speak to him. He didn't know it was you, but he did know you would follow through with your words.

notes: ughhh i hope i did this rq properly especially because i took so long on itt. sorry for taking so long, i was kind of struggling with how to portray each character in a cohesive setting.

[the-desilittle-bird]

Greens win AU are my favorite ones and honestly the story intrigues me and I liked the fact you made the reader realistic-tired and numb(who can blame her) and Aemond is so cocky about himself that I want to slap him, grovel for reader's forgiveness.

I wouldn't mind a part 2 of Crimson Lady—where she rules beside Aemond, challenging the patriarchal norms and ensures the peace her mother wanted:she proves she's a good ruler much to the Green's dismay and tries to change the law of succession to allow also girls to rule.

Aemond would be supportive because she has never seen her and any other woman less.

A thing I notice is that she never smiled, a perfect parallel to Aegon III from Fire and Blood-I can see Aemond fighting desperately to earn her forgiveness, to see her smile again ignoring Otto's advices and attempts to manipulate him.

He tries to be a good husband, but to no avail, her attitute doesn't change but she seems only happy with her brother so Aemond decided to bring Baela and Rhaena at court annnd to find her baby brother Viserys and bring him to her.

Would be kinda tragic if before the war the reader tries to remain Aemond's friend but he's cold and unforgiving and now the roles have switched.

The reader doesn't smile, she only wears black and never calls him on his first name but your majesty.

Just my thoughts,eh, I like this Au, kinda depressing😪

Author's Note- Thanks for the request. I had been thinking of a way of moving the story forward but was a bit clueless at first, but after your request, I had a clear idea. Hope you like it and it is upto your expectations. Do not fret to leave another request if you wish for. And I decided to make the end a bit less disappointing since I wished for (Y/N) and Aemond to be happy after all they have been through.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

The Crimson Queen

Summary- The war had it impacts and the acts of horrors had to be put aside to move on in their lives...

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Two long moons had passed and the realm as well as the council had suffered several drastic changes. Most of the council members were changed; taxes reduced to the half of what the people had to pay; new trade alliances were made with the Free Cities. And the biggest of them was the allowance of a female heir. All under the reign of Aemond Targaryen and (Y/N) Targaryen.

Wed for almost two moons, the couple were yet to have a real conversation. While Aemond had tried to make amends with the former princess, (Y/N) had only replied with curt replies.

Aemond only found her softening in the presence of the common people and her younger brother Aegon, flashing an occasional smile when he wasn't in her sight.

The people called her the Blessed Queen, much to Aemond's mother and grandfather's dismay. He had always let her take the charge of the realm, letting her give the final verdicts and decide.

Aemond liked how (Y/N) would command the attention of each and every person in the room without even uttering a single word. But the distances in between them only pained him even more.

"I was wondering if we could bring Rhaena and Baela to court," Aemond said, sitting in the chair beside the fireplace. His eye carefully studied his wife's face as she glanced up from her book. "They are safe where they are," she replied strictly.

Aemond hummed, leaning in a bit. "They are, but I was thinking that they should be here, in the court, as they are the Queen's half-sister," Aemond tried to reason. (Y/N) looked up, setting her book aside. "Is it a part of your mother's plan? Or perhaps of your grandfather?" (Y/N) asked, standing up and walking to the balcony.

"Let me assure you, (Y/N). I am part of no plan of theirs," Aemond said, standing up and joining her on the balcony. (Y/N) sighed, her eyes casted down at her hands. "How can I trust you, your grace?" The Crimson Lady asked, her voice monotone with no feelings.

"You can leave the formalities aside, (Y/N)," Aemond said softly, placing a hand on her back. (Y/N) jerked back as his hand touched her back, eyes wide in paranoia. "Our very marriage is a formality, your grace," she said, wrapping her hands around herself.

Aemond swallowed down the lump in his throat, head slowly lowering as his mind processed the silent resignation. "I will be in my chambers, if you need me, my lady." With the words hanging in the silence of the room, Aemond left the queen with a single glance over his shoulder.

The council room was yet again in a fit of chaos as everyone seemed to shout and cut each other. Only the silent ones were Aemond, (Y/N) and their new hand, Cregan Stark.

Aemond watched as (Y/N) shared a glance with Cregan, before slamming her fist on the table, making everyone stop abruptly. "My Queen?" The master of laws asked, his eyes wide. "I would say that the taxes which are leveled on the common people are just fine."

"But what of the treasury, my queen? How are you thinking to pay the extravagant cost of maintaining the court?" Otto hissed, trying to disguise his frustration. "The extravagant cost of the court, along with other things can be afforded with the amount of taxes we are receiving currently, my lord. I recommend you and the council try to remove the corrupt middle men to avoid the shortage of money."

Otto and Alicent, along with the Lannister representative of the West, looked at (Y/N) with disapproving gaze while the others present in the room nodded understandingly. Everyone were aware of the corrupted middle men who seemingly took a part of the taxes for themselves and gave only the remaining to the royalty.

"Master of coins, will the suggestion made by the Queen work?" Aemond asked, his eye trained on the man who calculated something in his notebook before looking up with a smile. "If my calculations are accurate, my king, then almost 16% of the taxes are missing and if we are able to get the complete percent of the common people's taxes, then everything will work perfectly."

This only fueled the growing frown on the Greens' faces, which seemed to make Corlys Velaryon and the Wolf Lord smirk wider, as they looked at their queen with pride.

"Then, we know what you are supposed to do," Aemond said, his words laced with finality. The men nodded before (Y/N) respectfully dismissed them, before following them out; leaving Otto, Alicent and Aemond in the room.

"Poison her like you poisoned Aegon," Alicent broke the silence, making Aemond's jaw drop to the floor. "She is my lady wife, mother," Aemond replied, his gaze moving to the Valyrian ring in his ring finger. "Your and the bastard Queen's marriage is yet to be consummated. Poison her and marry someone of your choice, son. Perhaps, that Alys River."

Aemond's body stiffened as his former lover's name slipped out from his mother's mouth. "She is my wife and I shall do no such thing, mother. You should be aware of it," Aemond said, glaring at his mother and standing up. "Where do you think you are going, grandson? We are not done yet," Otto said with authority as he watched Aemond move towards the exit.

"But this conversation is over for me, Lord Hightower." Aemond slammed the door shut behind him, leaving a stunned Otto and a tear-filled Alicent sitting in the council chamber.

"Sister!" (Y/N) heard someone yell from behind her as she walked in the garden. The Dragon Queen turned to find herself engulfed in a hug. She felt the strong smell of salty sea water and books fill her nostrils. "Rhaena?" She asked in disbelief.

Another pair of hands hugged her from behind, making her head snap back to find Baela, hugging her closely. "Baela? You two are here?" (Y/N) asked, her eyes wide with disbelief, tears brimming in her eyes. "Aemond send for us to be taken to here," Rhaena said with a soft smile.

"Aemond?" (Y/N) let a frown take over her features, but it didn't make home for long as she was reunited with her family. "Yes, but why are you wearing black?" Baela said, as she parted to take her in.

(Y/N) sighed, something she has been doing commonly now. "Sister, you don't seem happy. Is something the matter?" Rhaena said with concern, making (Y/N) let out a breath. "How can I be happy when I am married to the man who killed my brother and father?"

Baela and Rhaena stayed silent as they hugged the warrior-queen again. "He is sorry for what he did, my dear," Rhaena said, caressing (Y/N)'s cheek softly. "Is he? And why should I accept his apology? It is my decision after all," (Y/N) said stubbornly, feeling slightly betrayed as she saw her own sisters take her husband's side.

"Might I remind you that you killed Daeron, his brother," Baela said softly, her hands making their home on her forearms. (Y/N) blinked once, twice, before she nodded. "Then sister? We are aware of everything that happens during the wars, but keep the bad acts aside, now, my dear. Forgive him and yourself," Rhaena said.

(Y/N) only nodded, humming. "I will later this evening. For I wish to spend time with you two," (Y/N) smiled. "Where is little Aegon?" Baela asked, grinning. "Little Aegon is no more little, sister."

(Y/N) felt like the nerves in her entire body were screaming at her to knock at the door to Aemond's chambers but the usually courageous and brave Queen felt too coward to do so.

'Am I doing the right thing, mother?' She thought to herself as she finally knocked on the wooden dragon. She heard shuffling from the other side as the door opened. Surprise painted Aemond's face before melting in a cold look.

"Your grace," he said with a nod. No smile or even a hint of softness. "May we talk for a few moments... Aemond," (Y/N) said nervously, her usual composure fluttering in front of his sharp, penetrative gaze. Aemond only nodded, stepping aside to let her in.

Once the door was closed, (Y/N) took in a deep breath, turning to face a grim Aemond. "If I may ask, your grace, how is it that you have graced me with your presence?" Aemond asked coldly, making tears well up in her deep eyes.

She was aware that she was only getting the taste of the medicine she had forced him to drink, but it only pained her more. She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath.

"I am here to apologize, for my behavior to you, Aemond. I understand that it is important for us to put aside all which happened in the past," (Y/N) said, her eyes watched as Aemond moved to pour himself wine.

"Aemond, I apolo-" "Are we done, your grace?" Aemond interrupted her, making her jaw agape. "Aemond?" (Y/N) asked in disbelief. "If you are then you are free to leave, your grace. Your apology is well heard but not accepted, for I always tried to make amends while you so graciously pushed me away."

The Crimson Queen gulped, nodding her head in agreement. "I am certainly sorry for my behavior, Aemond," (Y/N) could feel her tears spilling down her face. She walked briskly to Aemond, kneeling down in front of him.

Aemond tried not to look at the queen who knelt in front of him. "Stand, your grace. My feet are not your true place," Aemond said, trying to keep his emotions from slipping. "You have done a lot for me, but I... I have always done nothing to appreciate it but only criticized them. Give me whatever punishment you think worthy of me," (Y/N) said, trying to keep her hiccups at bay.

"I should be punished, my queen. For I have killed your dear ones, and you," Aemond kneeled down in front of her, grasping her elbows in his forcefully. "You have not killed my dear brother. Daeron. Do you remember him, your grace, or have you forgotten him altogether?" Aemond asked, hatred laced in his voice only triggered (Y/N)'s tears.

She let herself feel. Feel all the emotions she could see coming towards her way. Her head placed itself on his chest, tears staining his leather tunic. Sobs filled the entire room, echoing around the silent walls. Aemond's heart clenched in the worst ways as he felt her bury herself more and more into him.

"It's alright," Aemond whispered, his fingers caressing her hair. "I am so tired, Aemond. All of the blood and violence. I don't wish it anymore," (Y/N) whispered, hiccups breaking her sentences in between. "I know, my queen, I know."

"Do you... do you forgive me?" (Y/N) whispered, looking up at him with red and puffy eyes. "Truthfully, not now, (Y/N). But soon, very soon," Aemond said, letting a reassuring smile take over his face.

(Y/N) sniffled, parting away from the embrace to study the slightly wet leather tunic of Aemond. "I apologize for that," (Y/N) nodded to that, making Aemond bite down a small smile. "Do you feel light now, (Y/N)?" Aemond asked, his hand still on her back.

"Unexpectedly, yes," (Y/N) said with a small smile, making Aemond's eye tear up a bit. "What happened?" The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms asked, voice filled with concern. "This is the first time you smiled at me," Aemond said with a chuckle, his eye shining with adoration.

(Y/N) blinked, feeling guilty of her behavior directed towards him. "I hope there are more times of it," she whispered, gently placing her head on his shoulder. "I hope the same, dear," Aemond smiled softly, as they sat there in complete silence, basking in each other's presence.

It was in that moment when the story of the One-Eyed King and the Crimson Queen took a right turn and shifted from a story filled of blood and violence to a story of love and peace. A reign so peaceful that the common people called it the Reign of Gold.

[rainintheevening]

Part I – Part II ... Part VI – Part VII

There's a chill in the fine rain that covers them, and Edmund shivers.

Twilight has settled over the hills and woods, and just ahead of him, to his left, Erah's white hide glows faintly in that way peculiar to unicorns.

Autumn is fading, he knows; there was certainly a snap in the air when they set out from Cair Paravel this morning, but the rain hadn't settled in till sometime in the afternoon.

Now with the vibrant colours of the leaves shrouded in grey, there is a kind of sadness, a melancholy that creeps into Edmund's bones, a farewell, and he shivers again.

“Are you well, your majesty?” comes a quiet question, a cloud of breath in the air.

“Only getting chilled, Philip.”

Ed leans forward slightly, and Philip lengthens his stride till he is side-by-side with Erah and Peter.

“Erah says we should camp up in that copse tonight,” Peter says, preempting Ed’s question. He gestures up the track they've been following, and Edmund sees the trees, clustered together, as if huddling for warmth.

“Right then.” Ed tugs the hood of his cloak a little further forward, reaches back to check his bundle of blanket and food and sword is all safe and dry on the back of the saddle.

He doesn't quite understand how Peter and Erah communicate—according to Philip who had translated for him back at the beginning, the unicorn had been born mute. But a deep bond has grown between Erah and Peter out of the battle at Beruna, with Erah often volunteering as Peter's mount for swordsmanship lessons, and Peter seems to have learned his language, or perhaps they've invented one of their own, since half the time Peter doesn't seem to use words anymore either.

Apparently unicorns are not commonly ridden, nor talking horses for that matter, except in times of ‘great need’, but both Erah and Philip consider it the highest honour to serve their kings in any way.

Also, they had been essential to Oreius agreeing to this excursion, agreeing to Peter and Edmund going off on their own for a few days’ holiday.

They climb the hill to the copse of cedars, eight of them, in a circle, and Edmund is honestly glad to find there are no dryads here; he's met cedars before, and they can be dreadful chatterboxes. He wants some peace and quiet with his brother, and besides Philip can talk enough for two, though he's polite about it.

They crowd into the dry space, instantly warmer in the closeness of bodies, and Ed knows they will sleep well curled against the sides of their stallions, both small furnaces unto themselves.

There's enough airflow for a small fire in the centre of this clearing, Peter flourishing his tinder box with care and concentration, while Edmund unpacks the food.

They spend hours together in lessons every day, yet Peter feels more real and more Peter here than he has in ages. Ed had never dreamed how much hard work went into being a monarch—sometimes it's worse than swotting before term papers, and Narnia isn't even that big of a country—but there's something so vastly important about it all, there are lives hanging on their hands, there is the good of others so often clear before them, and all Edmund has to do on the horribly exhausting days is remember Aslan, remember the love in the Lion's eyes as He looked out over his country, and told Edmund that it would be entrusted to him as well. (Even after everything he'd done, even after all of it, and there is something he read in an old prince's journal, dug up out of the library, something he thought he'd heard before but he couldn't remember where… ‘He loveth much, who hath been forgiven much’, and Edmund had traced those words with one finger, reading them over and over.) He has not earned the gift of his title, but he will become worthy of it.

The fire springs up, gold flickering across Peter's face, and he looks up to smile at Edmund.

“Well, I hope you haven't been snacking, Ed. You know I put a lot of faith in you, letting you carry the food.”

“You're the one who always rides bareback,” retorts Ed, undoing the first packet of bread and cheese, and whatever else Mrs. Beaver had seen fit to put in. Hopefully a pot of her cherry jam… Aha!

“Saddling a unicorn would be disgraceful,” Peter is saying, a hand going up to Erah's lowered head in a protective gesture. “It's enough that he lets me ride him; I wouldn't subject him to that.”

Edmund rolls his eyes, draws his dagger to slice up the small hunk of dried meat. “Of course, lugging you around is more than enough for any mount.”

Erah makes a snorting, rumbling noise, and Peter bursts into laughter, at the same time Philip harrumphs.

“Well, we don't envy Philip having to listen to you talk all the time,” Peter gets out between laughs. “And if you're not talking you're daydreaming, and liable to ride into a wall!”

Firelight catches on Peter's scrunched up face, in his hair as he throws his head back, overtaken by mirth, and Ed forgets what he was about to say, he is smiling, watching Peter like this, because he might be a high king, but he's also a boy, a 16-going-on-17-year-old-boy who is Ed’s big brother, and by the Lion, Edmund loves him.

A little bundle of food is a feast under the cedar boughs, and they sit beside each other when Philip and Erah go off to graze for awhile, even as night wraps around them, and the rain shows no sign of letting up. Hot mugs of tea in their hands, bread lightly toasted and wrapped around the cheese and meat, and then another slice each with that jam, all sweet and sour and sticky.

Shoulders press together companionably, as the conversation drifts from what the girls might be doing with Mr. Tumnus and the nyad Pomena on their holiday, to the history of Archenland, to the weather, to things Ed is trying to avoid, like the questions of harvest and food storage and winter supplies. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the furrows creep across Peter's forehead, and so he asks, “Do you remember how those Carlisle boys used to brag about camping over the summer holidays? I bet they never had as good a time as this.”

And Peter chuckles, shakes his head. “I used to envy them terribly. You only had to put up with them for a few terms, I've had to suffer at least one of them through all five terms!”

Edmund is pleased with himself, until Peter's face grows thoughtful.

“You know, I'm starting to forget some of those things. They're… fading.”

Ed stares into the fire. “I'm glad to forget about school.”

Peter nods, but does not comment. “Do you ever worry about Mother and Dad?” he asks instead, quiet, a little uncertain.

Ed knows better than to lie. He'd been good at it, back at school, he does remember that, but watching Oreius and Peter shows him that lying is weakness after all; the strong embrace the truth. And besides, Aslan knows everything anyway. “Sometimes.”

“I dream about them sometimes,” murmurs Peter. “Dad mostly. And I wake up and I'm afraid. But then I forget why I'm afraid, and I think everything's alright. Because we're here for a reason, Aslan brought us here. And if I ever believed anyone knew what they were doing, it's Him.”

“Well,” Edmund says, abruptly, “they'd be proud of you.”

A sudden silence, as they both stare into the fire, and Edmund can feel Peter's faintly shaky inhalation, before he clears his throat.

“Of you as well, Ed. You've changed so much.”

And before Edmund can make any kind of joke, can fend off the lump that rises in his throat, Peter's arm wraps around his shoulders, strong and warm.

“I know I'm proud of you. You're so smart and quick and well-spoken, I couldn't have a better king beside me. I couldn't do any of this without you.”

Ed can't see properly, only a golden blur in the darkness, so he lays his head on Peter's shoulder, whispers, “Nor I without you.”

They sleep on opposite sides of the fire, curled between their steeds’ legs, against round furry stomachs smelling of rain and grass and leaf mould, plenty warm under their cloaks.

Edmund wakes to a raw, wet, grey morning, and the warmth of Peter's grin.

Next

[minato-division03]

The sun has long gone from the horizon as the darkness of the night took over the sky above Minato City —The illuminating city that seemed to never sleep. And then once again, it looked like a little sneaky surprise had come to visit them in the form of three wondrous present boxes which exclusively addressed to each respective member of “R.I.P Märchen”~

First one appeared to be for the ex-idol:

An intricate and spectacular astromania watch was mystically ticking at her land of sight —It was an utter wonder at who was the amazing clockmaker who was commissioned for this fascinating piece of art!

And the second one was addressed for the mischievous SFX artist:

It was the brush holder for her makeup kits, readying to assist her in making the imagination real!

Then, there we finally came to the last one which was no doubt the tribute for her majesty Queen Card’s herself:

But wait, why did it look so plain… What? was it just a box…? Yet it seemed to be unable to open?

However, in that moment when the confusion started to rile up, one did notice that there was a letter scripted on the back of the card coming along with this last gift;

“O Dear Your Majesty the glorious mistress of the Deathly Fable,

The brightest queen of her age,

The brilliantest diamond of her empire,

Hope your majesty please pardon my rudeness for the little ruckus on your previous birthday for that I’ve already earned an earful scold from my duchess tee-hee★

Whatsoever, this time let’s wish a great grand congratulations on your team’s anniversary~

Here this humble cat has brought your majesty and her comrades some courteous tributes to celebrate your eminence for another year since my beloved duchess and my dear little children from Nara have gone out of their way asking this lowly me to bring you their best regards.

P.S. And especially for your majesty; even if my liege has asked me to offer you the precious ‘Heart Box’ as their tribute, this lowly me was somewhat afraid that just some piece of expensive stone might be a bit too dull for your liking —And that’s why this lowly me think we should bring in some more entertainment…

Exclusively made by the finest yosegi craftsman associated with my family, shall this lowly me introduce the special Himitsu Bako (Japanese Puzzle Box) specially made just for you, your majesty. With extra more tricky steps to unlock the real present inside, I hope this little additional gift of mine will keep you entertained during your special day~

Have a nice time then, adios ladies★

Curiouser and Curiouser,

ASHIBI

(the representative of Kairiku Production & the ambassador of Nara Division)”

It didn’t take long for the Queen to catch on to the set of patterns that made up the puzzle. Within seconds, her fingers moved swiftly and slid the last piece out of the way before unveiling the stunning jewel inside.

The staff members, who had all tried their hand at trying to fruitlessly solve the puzzle previously, watched their boss in admiration. It was no wonder they worked for her out of anyone else in the country.

“Whoa… I mean I know you’re supposed to be the smartest girl in the world but that’s unbelievable,” Reiaki said in awe as she placed her new brush jar down to admire the stone inside of the finely crafted himitsu box.

“Nothing but a quick work of patterns and memorization, my subject,” Queen Card said. She motioned for a young girl with muted rose-colored hair to come to her.

Puzzled, the girl complied and stepped forward. The Queen took the stone from inside the himitsu box and wrapped it around the young girl’s neck.

She looked at her superior, her iridescent eyes wide with surprise. She bowed timidly and joined the rest of her colleagues.

Miku gripped her new watch tightly, though also taking care to not shatter the glass that protected the stunning artwork inside. “You sure that was a good idea?”

Queen Card set down the box on the table, watching her underlings admire the jewel around the young girl’s neck. “These are all people who felt they have nowhere to go or are desperate for protection. The outcasts of society. I’ve no need for useless jewels, but these subjects would surely need them.”

Miku hummed and followed the Queen’s gaze, or lack of.

“And where would we be without them?”

Thanks for the gifts!

[hmspogueobx]

Everything to me (Paul Lahote)

Chapter Eleven: Made for it

"So how often do we do these bonfire parties?" I whisper in Leah's ear as we walk out towards the blazing fire. Leah lets out a snort.

"Apparently all the time. But my mom said this time Billy's gonna tell the tribe's story. Like a sort of initiation for all the newer pack members."

Now I'm really excited. I've heard the stories before from Uncle Harry, but not since I became a wolf and knew they were real. Leah and I take a seat beside Paul and Jared. I try to jack a hotdog from the pile they have between them, but my hand is swatted away by Jared.

"Get your own hotdog women!" He declares.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know all 30 of these were for you!" I sass back, knocking him over and swiping one while he's down.

Leah nudges me and I grab a hotdog for her thinking that's what she wants, but when she doesn't take it from me I look and see her gaze fixed on something. Or someone. Jacob has come strolling in with none other than Bella Swan. I start to move towards her in the hopes of getting rid of her; she already controls most of our lives at this point, she has no right to be here too. This is sacred stuff. I'm stopped by a sharp look from Sam.

"I told Jake he could bring her. Sit your ass back down little one."

I shuffle backwards and take a seat between Paul's legs. Paul leans down and plants a kiss on the top of my head. I feel his chest rumble as he laughs.

"Just listen to the story, feisty." And I'm swept away by the deep majesty of Billy Blacks voice.

The following weeks pass pretty uneventfully. We patrol, we eat some delicious meal that Emily and I make, we sit outside Bella's window all night, we repeat. The only out of the ordinary thing is when I'm patrolling with Jake one night and I see in his thoughts that Bella broke her hand punching him in his face. He won't be living that one down for a while. My new nickname for him is hardhead. It's then that he decides to ask me to come with him to Bella's graduation party. When I immediately refuse, he gives me massive puppy dog eyes and says he needs me for moral support, or to defend him in case Bella attacks again.

That's how I find myself climbing the steps of the Cullen's house, hairs standing on end at being in their home. Teenagers are crowding every inch of the place, dancing and having a good time. A part of me longs to join them and celebrate my nearing graduation, but I can't let me guard down with vampire stench in the air. Jacob's spotted Bella and we make our way through the crowd to her.

"What are you doing here?" She snaps.

"You invited me, remember?" Jake says calmly.

"Was my right hook too subtle for you? That was me uninviting you." She says bitterly.

I let out a snort at this and give Bella an uncommon smile, earning a smile back. "Serves him right. He was being a total ass."

"Thanks Luce, I was getting to that. I am really sorry though Bella. But I brought you something. A graduation present. Made it myself" At this, Jacob reaches in his pocket and pulls out a small hand carved russet wolf. It's a really sweet gesture.

"Wow, you made this? It's really pretty. Thanks." Bella then loses her focus and with an "I'll be right back" Walks away from us.

"Well isn't she a hoot." I mumble.

She joins the fortune teller leech on the stairs and the panicked look on her face calls to the protectors in us. Needing to know where the danger lies, we move to catch up to them.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"You're not going to Seattle?" Bella asks.

"No. They're coming here."

We're ushered into a private room on the top floor of the house. The blonde one who seems to be in charge introduces himself as Carlisle and the other two as Alice and Jasper.

"They'll be here in four days." Alice says.

"This could turn into a bloodbath." Carlisle mumbles, worried for his family.

"Who's behind it?" Edwards directs to Alice.

"I didn't see anyone I recognized... maybe one." Alice thinks back to her vision.

Recognition springs across Edwards' face as he sees into her mind. "I know his face. He's local. Riley Biers. He didn't start this."

"Whoever did's staying out of the action." Alice exclaims.

"He must be playing with the blind spots in your vision." Carlisle suggests.

"Either way, the army's coming and there aren't enough of us to protect the town."

They've been bantering back and forth so quickly that I was struggling to keep up, but that certainly got my attention.

"Excuse me?" I blurt out just as Jacob asks "Hold up, what damn army?"

Carlisle explains that an army of newborn vampires is coming after Bella. I have never been so nervous while also being so excited. This is what we're made for man. Jacob tells Bella exactly that, clearly trying to get a rise out of her.

"Look at us, getting along. This is what you wanted, remember?"

I look at Bella with a glint of mischief in my eye.

"This is gonna be fun."

[masomus]

“ never took you as someone who covered their face, ” xerxes taunted, as if he knew the black cloaked figure in front of him.

no respond, as the gloved hand came to rest against the white hilt to the left. behind her glasses, the hood, and mask over her face, features conveyed annoyance, with a twitch of her brow. acting like there was a choice, couldn’t even wear my normal outfit if i wanted to get in, dick. with a roll, amethyst hues fell back on the blurry form of her younger brother.

the bane of her existence.

“ wonder- what noona looks like now, ” the movement so sudden, as red eyes mere feet away from her as fell back. jamming the sheath into the ground, the angle allowed her leverage to slide beneath him. metal clacked together, as it blew them apart, shoes catching into the ground as she twisted her body, using the sheath to stop her movement.

“ what’s the hood on with noona, ” xerxes questioned with a cock of his chin backwards, “ it’s annoyin’. ” hand of his came to rest against his neck, cracking it into place with a groan before he launched himself forward a second time.

this time, she caught his blade with her own, leaving drag marks as xerxes pushed her back a handful of feel.

“ you’re a cunt. back off, i’m not here to kill you or anyone. ” ahmya finally spoke, “ there’s my loving noona, i’ve missed you. ” he spoke with utmost sarcasm, before slamming his fist into her temple, force knocking her head over ass across the dirt. a cloud of dirt kicked up, as her body came to rest, and she sat up, abruptly. cascading chestnut hair fell from behind where it had been hiding behind black fabric, and glass shards fell from black glasses, shield against the sun failing as foggy amethyst eyes spun.

“ damn. you really are a cunt. ” ahmya spoke, a shake of her head recollecting thoughts, i forgot how strong he was, i can’t take body shots like that. fuckin’- woke me up. what for? oh im so sorry your majesty, i fucked up making scrambled eggs, used the wrong type of egg you.. are so irritating, she argued with her other half, as she pushed herself off the ground in time to scramble across the dirt on all fours, xerxes crumbling the ground beneath his sword.

“ what the FUCK dude? are you seriously trying to kill me right now? ” her voice pitched, as she evaded another body shot that would have taken her head off.

“ are you here to kill the lot of us? ”

“ i'm not. ”

“ liar. ”

stunned to silence, her mouth hung open as she came to rest; “ i’m a terrible liar and you know that, i’m fuckin’ seriou- I SAID BACK OFF. ” she slammed her sword back into it’s sheath, the speed creating a sonic boom- knocking xerxes and his sensitive hearing; back a few feet, hands coming to his ears.

“ i need to talk to fathe- ”

“ no, because you are lying. ” already gathered his thoughts, returning to fighting form, xerxes set reddened eyes on her, kicking off as the ground concave.

“ oh my GOD, do you have cotton in your ears- xerxes, I. SAID. STOP. ” enunciating every sentence with a hit of her sheath to his chest, and then smacking the blunt end of her blade into his nose, as amethyst bled to red, ahmya lifted her foot, connecting it with xerxes’ chest so hard that ground shattered beneath him. blood splattering up as she disappeared, and reappeared on solid ground, sitting with legs splayed in front. I hate fighting in pants. Same.

“ lucky i didn’t let her put it through you-, now will you fuckin’ stop and listen to what i have to say, or do i have to beat it into you for real? ” she spoke as she pulled her face mask, using the back of her hand to rub off bloody red.

" PLUS I can't even lie well so why you pretending you don't already know the truth. "

xerxes shot her the finger, earning one back, but the fight ended with that.

[madewithonerib]

When I Saw HIM | Eric Gilmour [Revelation 1:17]

Revelation 1:17-18 | Vision of the SON of MAN ¹⁷ When I saw HIM, I fell at HIS feet like a dead man. But HE placed HIS right hand on me and said “Don't be afraid. I am the First & the Last, ¹⁸the Living ONE. I was dead & behold now I'm alive forever & ever!

And I hold the keys of Death & of Hades.

Revelation 1, John is in the SPIRIT.

In the SPIRIT he's conscious of the presence of the SPIRIT & here he begins to see things.

I want to call our attention to this specific sight of CHRIST, he says when I saw HIM, I fell at HIS feet as a dead man.

In the SPIRIT aware of the presence & he sees JESUS—this is what the SPIRIT does HE reveals JESUS & John sees & there are three things that I believe can be seen in his falling down as dead at the sight of CHRIST:

1.] brings us low this is humility, 2.] the sight of CHRIST invokes worship, 3.] renders us powerless

Let's talk about these for a second.

1.] How can man think himself something when he sees CHRIST as everything; in the perceiving of the greatness & glories & excellencies of the man CHRIST JESUS, we realize how inferior we are.

It is the quietus [death] of pride a vision of GOD when we see HIM as HE is. There's only one real response when it comes to what we think of our selves—we are in need of HIM!

Inferior to HIM, & we fall in our faces & humble ourselves before HIM.

2.] The sight of HIM invokes worship, when the 24 Elders see HIM, they fall down on their faces & worship — this falling down is representative many times of worship.

Seeing JESUS invokes worship.

You see HIM as HE is,

• HIS Wonder • HIS Splendor • HIS majesty • HIS worth

And you begin to just "LORD I worship YOU"

I give YOU everything! LORD YOU are a far above all others!

The 24 Elders say "Worthy,"

• HE's worthy of Glory • HE's worthy of honor • HE's worthy of power

HE is worth all of this, far more than anyone else & the sight of JESUS puts him in the place where you say, "O LORD only YOU are worthy."

It causes worship to arise

3.] The sight of HIM causes a powerlessness.

John falls as a dead man, one who has no strength maybe you've been trusting in your own works well when you see JESUS CHRIST all that fails.

All of that becomes powerless All of that dies

Maybe you've been struggling with sin in your body, in your mind, in your life. When you see JESUS that dies.

This is why we are in consistent need of seeing JESUS because it keeps us:

[1] humble, humbling ourselves before HIM, [2] worshiping HIM, seeing HIM as HE is, & [3] it renders us powerless! It kills both the works of the flesh in the negative sense of things wicked & it kills the works of the flesh of trying to earn GOD's favor

because you see the greatness of CHRIST there's a couple of things that are said about this sight of HIM.

What seeing HIM means is really yes HE is dazzling/splendorous/Glory, but also what that dazzling splendorous glory is is what HE's like.

For instance, HE has a garment onto the feet which we know in Exodus that the Priests wore garments down to the feet;

& HE walks among the lampstands, this is also a Priestly work—which means it reveals to us HIS character:

a] As that man who has taken on the responsibility to represent you before GOD. That's part of HIS wonderful charms is that HEwould be the Priest to bring you to GOD, & GOD to you.

The Mediator, praise GOD!

So he is this Priest who wears the Garment and walks amongst the lampstands.

b] But don't forget HIS hair is also white as wool, like the Ancient of Days in Daniel CH 7.

So HE is a man WHO represents you before GOD as the Great High Priest.

c] But don't forget HE's also the Ancient of Days! Praise GOD & HIS eyes are a flame of fire which we know according to the Book of Revelation

When speaking of against Jezebel, it says that HE's the ONE WHO tries the hearts & the minds HE sees the motives & intentions of everybody in everything—these Divine eyes.

This is a conviction of fear of the LORD.

d] Also HIS feet are like burnished brass.

HE's passed through all the testing in this life, HE walked through all the testing of this life & came out on the other side perfect.

e] As HE always was, also HIS voice is as the sound of many Waters; HE speaks peace to HIS people

f] Also HIS hands hold the Seven Stars. All authority is HIS & HIS voice is also like a two-edged sword!

Reminds me of Hebrews when it says the Word of GOD is a living & active sharper than any two- edged sword, out of HIS mouth comes this two- edged sword, it divides between joints & marrow

[motives & intentions]

When JESUS speaks things become completely clear because HE separates what's soul & what's SPIRIT.

g] And then lastly HIS face shines like the Sun!

HE blinds us to everything else! With HIS resplendent face rays, praise GOD, radiant beams from THY Holy Face. This is our CHRIST & we see that an interesting thing happens here:

After John falls down powerless, humbled, and worshiped. We see this revelation of the Priest HIS hair, HIS eyes, HIS voice, HIS feet, HIS hands that two-edged sword out of HIS face..

From this JESUS touches him & says: "Do not be afraid." This is the same exact thing that happened in Matthew 17, when John while JESUS was on the Earth—saw HIM glorified & was afraid..

& JESUS came & touched him & said: "Do not be afraid."

Now JESUS has resurrected & went into glory & HE's in the SPIRIT & sees the same CHRIST has the same response of falling down

And JESUS does the same thing to assure him it's ME, the same ONE you knew on the Earth.

It touches him again says the same exact words "Don't be afraid." JESUS is just so magnificently wonderful in HIS character, HIS godhood, and HIS godness. Praise GOD

Closing Prayer

So LORD,

We thank YOU that we can look at what YOU are like in the Scriptures, and in remembering YOU in our lives; & as it softens our hearts and gives us understanding..

LORD I thank YOU for this sight of YOU!

And I ask that YOU would take me & my friends watching here to new & consistent seeings of YOU, so that we would constantly throw our selves down in humility & In worship.

And find that YOU render all things powerless at the sight of YOU & YOUR precious Name!

Show us what the victory over sin is seeing JESUS; show us LORD, that rightfully following YOU is not efforts & striving—but seeing JESUS!!

Praise YOU! Thank YOU LORD for this, & I ask for each one watching that we would come to new vibrant living sights of CHRIST & live thereby!

Amen

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We look at the Scriptures & wait on the LORD every Tuesday night at 7 pm Eastern Standard Time if you want to join us GOD bless you guys

[writer59january13]

I got friggin heebie jeebies

Cuz buzzards circle o'er me eyeing these lovely bones prithee id est Roy L. T. Canard, Si

hence impossible mission

to be lovey dove vee.

Vague remembrances of dream which recurred with frequency

transfixed by Sir Real majesty shows me and the misssus evicted.

Hum habitually hiccuping

in tandem feeling woozy virtualy celebrating monarchism

with British Royal Family, and about eager and ready

to take a snoozy

so please pardon this poet exhibiting being a lil oozy,

nevertheless yours truly

birthed the following verse

a reasonable rhyme and doozy considering yours truly tipsy and boozy. Now this raggedy man whilst deep in sleep this past night

what felt like galactic body fell upon ma slumbering heap affecting immediate fear

lest worst nightmare

viz management boot us

into emotional inferno

felt steel tipped kickstarter,

would crush with might

but lo… heavy weighted body

just zee spouse

plunked herself into zzz land

immediately within unconsciousness deep

that's the husband unable

to recaptcha pleasant dreams

well nigh past midnight. Unable to shake away drunken stupor nor defeat insomnia

reliving sinister tête-à-tête

so...rather than emit shrieks

like some angry bird

idea arose to resume completing poem

expressing discombobulated state,

whereby sixty shades

of grey matter feels

similar to thick whey curds

palliative sans restorative power

per rest hopefully clear muddled pate

plagued with grogginess

and marauding herds

of mailer daemons worse

than unsuitable mate

or a world wide web filled with nerds,

thus lethargy purged

via catharsis forming swords

follow rhyming pattern

to convey drowsy tipsy mood, a synonym for my words.

Noah respite despite eliminating kinks

courtesy arched back from cat nap

as ginned tonic, nor lion here

feline groovy getting high temporarily

spells relief and serve as balm

with pillowed temptress ever near

beckons softly inviting calm before this human

goes awry and berserk on manic tear

being revisited from haunts inside head of this wordsmith

caught by men in white coats

coming to take me away Ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-ha,

to the funny farm straitjacketing this maniac wrought with weariness

dark ringed circles around eyes showing Adonis long since didst veer

Judas Priest or if you prefer heavens to murgatroyd

can't stomach bulge spills o'er tattered underwear,

whose tushy by the way

once upon a time

about the size of average palm pilot,

yet taut for witnessing three score plus three mortal year.

This ole goat intoxicated, plus forcibly locked within

fas paux blinding darkness, the pitch black common

all purpose room in disarray after Skyping English fete

at fictional Knock Less Apartments aye daily encounter, one bewitchingly

hair raising dreaded locked

rooted tension doth amplify

fiendishly horrible, jeeringly loopy,

nippy nap noopy,

pugnaciously ravenous, talon

viciously wizened, xenophobic yeti, zapping

zeroing zillion zippers,

zoned alley bye

barred doors fate helplessly jury-rigged sealed with plaintive cry;

no escape known to this man caught

in a deadly voodoo clutch,

thus doomed to die

ugly cannibalistic, frightful,

heathen rumors myopic eyes espy

alarmed at feeling trapped

akin to a wingless fly

tapping reserves of scapegoat

coping techniques ingenuity,

which earned me moniker "fall guy,"

where accursed cruel fate destined exit

from getting husked, issued

jagged lance like mandibles "hi there unknown weekly reader,” I

pray for super leftist write hand man/woman to extricate

(via whipping up literary poetic fabrication),

then joining me to sing jai

(let victory prevail against killer odds)

perhaps summoning division

of British shiver rights phalanx,

hood reply with Hackneyed "oh kai"

springing surprise rescue, sans swooping inside

mine hermetically faux invisible prison,

where this troubadour doth reside, yet realistic to accept my demise without putting up

a good fight well nigh

against inevitable mortality

(out maws of death)

gleefully depriving grim reaper

death his domain and

eventual unavoidable claim, but if such kind unaccustomed soul

can cushion the blow of penury...

vis a vis philanthropic treatment

manifested as deliverance

courtesy anonymous altruistic benefactor

plucking one bard

off downward slippery

precipice of homelessness,

ye will be rewarded with apple pie ala mode enjoying a Quai, yet moment with

Holden Caulfield doppelganger

made famous qua Catcher in the Rye.

[jordanstrophe]

heyaaa...im gonna call myself dot...i call myself dot sometimes...in real life...cuz it sounds better than [[[i]]]... or [[[my]]]...

anyway...could i have some content of...a whumpee getting humiliated in...some way??? hope i don’t ask too much...but your work is really nice...and fun to read... :DDD

Aww, I love the name Dot! I've never wrote humiliation before... so I hope this is was good enough!  (oops, it turned into a full story) 

Masterlist 

CW: Medieval whump, public whipping, slavery, adopted by royalty,(caretaker) manhandling, noncon stripping (mild, nonsexual), bound

The thick coarse rope had long rubbed Whumpee's wrists raw, forcing them on their knees hooked to a pole in the middle of the town for all to witness. Whumpee choked back a sob when the last strike met their back. 

There... 20 lashes. The punishment their master had given them for accidently dumping a bucket of water. The last time it was for breaking their cane...

... And 'accidentally' setting fire to master's apron.

They felt the ropes cut away as they collapsed to their chest.  "Get up." Master spat, kicking their ribs. Whumpee scrambled to their feet, letting master grab their arm as they drug them home with their head down in shame.

When a slave messed up, the owner was liable. If a slave had obvious signs of punishment, it was a sign of disobedience. Whumpee was always covered in whip marks and burns, hearing people comment on what a handful they must be, and what a shame their master couldn't teach them any better.

They were thrown in the corner with coal dusting the floor. Master returned to work in the forge as if nothing had happened, grumbling about the burn holes still in their apron.

"The king is returning home today, and this is how you're going to look!? It's embarrassing." They spat. "Forgive me... Master." Whumpee whispered, collapsing their head in the corner from exhaustion, biting their lip to hold in a whimper in pain. 

-

The entire town gathered in the roads, making a perfect split down the middle in anticipation of their king's return. Whumpee wore a baggy tan shirt hiding their punishment as they skittishly stood by their master, who stood tall and proud.

"There he is! Our majesty has returned! Hail to the king!''

"Hail to the king!" The crowd chanted in unison. The carriage was lined in elegant golden detail, covered in purple material drawn by two strong horses. Whumpee’s eyes lit up in fascination, hoping for once in their life they could get just a glance at his majesty. 

Just when the carriage was about to pass, two hands slammed against Whumpee’s back, they gasped from the pressure on their wounds as they fell forwards, slamming into the mud right in front of the carriage. 

“Woah!” Someone yelled, halting the horse's foot stomps just inches from Whumpee’s cowering form. The crowd gasped as all eyes stared at them. Whumpee struggled to pull themselves from the mud onto their knees with a daze. 

“WHO DARES DEFY THE KING?!” A soldier barked, approaching Whumpee with a hand on their sword. “I-! I am so sorry! I- I d-don’t know what happened, please! It was an accident!” Whumpee pleaded, their arms already defensively shielding their face. 

“What is this? Some ruse to delay his royal majesty? Perhaps a distraction for an ambush!” The guard accused, their eyes instantly widened when Whumpee’s sleeve fell off their shoulder, reviling the whip marks on their back. Whumpee yelped when their shirt was torn right off their back, they caught the shredded material that fell, holding it against their chest. 

“I knew it! A slave...” They hissed, unsheathing their sword as Whumpee whimpered. “Please wait! There’s been a mistake! I mean no harm-”

“HALT!” A voice boomed, the guard froze, the entire crowd went silent at the order. The carriage opened as a man dressed in purple robes, a golden crown on his head with a jeweled staff in hand exited. 

“My king! Please, you must remain in the carriage! It isn’t safe!”

“Silence, soldier! I will be the judge here.” The king spoke, their gaze trailing down to Whumpee’s petrified gaze. “Who owns this slave!?” The king called throughout the crowd. Only silence answered. 

Master clenched their fists, the color long had drained from their face. Clearly someone was trying to get them into hot water through the means of their slave... The price to pay for having a rival blacksmith moving in nearby... 

As handy as their slave was, it was better the slave's head than their own. 

The king sighed at the silence, turning their eyes back down to Whumpee. “Tell me, child, what happened here?” He asked. Whumpee was at a loss for words, lowering their eyes to the king's heel, seeing they had gotten muddy from the road. 

“I-... I fell... Please fo-forgive me, your m-majesty, I mean no trouble.” Whumpee pressed their forehead into the ground, not caring for the mud now coding their face. The king's brow raised as they studied the lashes. “What did you do to earn yourself those marks?”

Whumpee gulped, pulling their ripped shirt tighter against their chest. “I sp-spilled a bucket of water, your majesty.” They rasped. 

Then they heard a chuckle. A chuckle that came from the king himself as their blood ran cold. “Soldier, get this slave into my carriage. I want them.”

“What?” The guard gasped.

“What!?” Whumpee gasped. 

“WHAT!?” Their master gasped, instantly slapping a hand over their lips. 

“And make haste! Tell the servants in the castle to run a bath immediately when we return. Then fetch the best apothecaries within the kingdom to patch them up.” The king waved, climbing back into the carriage. 

Whumpee gasped when they were yanked to their feet by their arm. The door swung open as they were picked up and set onto the cushion seats. They were as soft as silk against their trembling legs, Whumpee didn’t dare lean back to spare getting mud and filth all over it. When they glanced up, they found they were sitting just inches across from the king, who silently watching them with a smile. 

“Ready to go home, dear?” He asked, pulling a handkerchief folded in their robes and dabbed the the mud from Whumpee's cheek

Whumpee respectful kept their eyes low, their hands shaking folded in their lap. The king's touch was gentle and soft, the most delicate they had ever been touched.  

“Yes... My lord.” 

o(^∀^*)o Thank you for reading! ~@grizzlie70  @alien-octopus @lave-whump @amethysts-sideblog  @whump-it-like-its-hot  @thingsthatgowhumpinthenight @yet-another-heathen @princessofonward @whatwhumpcomments  @ill-eat-you-if-you-cross-me @mascmasochist @hamiltonwhumpdump  @shokuhoemisaki @as-a-matter-of-whump @whumpasaurus101

[jisungsmochi]

the summer ball - haechan

the summer ball - lee haechan

genre: royalty!au, childhood friends to crushes to lovers <3 (intended female reader)

word count: 1.6k

summary: the summer ball was approaching, prompting prince haechan to think to himself: what a perfect time to confess to the girl who has never left my mind since i’ve met her! will he succeed in his quest for love?

request for: @tyongf-sunflower99 (i hope i put the right amount of fluff you wanted HAHAH)

//

visiting your best friend’s palace was on your agenda for this saturday morning. something about the fresh air and sunny atmosphere had you excited to meet with him once again. it was difficult to find time to meet, considering the distance between your two palaces, but nevertheless, your friendship could withstand anything. haechan was always a present figure in your life. from the moment you both were born, you were already destined to be friends, whether you liked it or not. thankfully, you got along well with the loud boy. at times he irritated you with his constant teasing and jokes, but for the most part, he was a wonderful companion. he never expected you to do all the things normal ‘princesses your age’ should be doing. instead, he’d let you rough house with him and his friends, accompany you to archery lessons and so on. it was easy to feel comfortable with him. but you were often worried that you only had him to consider as a friend. of course you had many acquaintances that sufficed your basic needs for socialisation, but haechan was the only one you felt truly understood you.

once the doors to his palace came into view, all your worries seemed to have washed away. you became instantly

jittery, your hands couldn’t keep still. you followed your guards closely as they led you into the grand building. you had a small skip in your step once you reached the main courtyard. haechan was smiling widely, waving at you cheerfully. you signalled to your guards that you were now in safe hands, asking for them to disperse. once they followed your orders, you practically ran to the boy, encompassing him in a warm embrace.

“missed me that much huh?” he chuckled, squeezing you a little tighter.

“on the contrary, prince haechan, seems like you missed me more” you giggled softly before pulling away.

“i cant argue with that, princess” although you knew he was just abiding by honourifics, the way he said it made you swoon.

“so how have things been around here? seems like an eternity had gone by since my last visit” you ask as he walks beside you along the trail that outlines the courtyard. you both kept your hands behind your backs, soaking up the glorious sunlight shining down of the pair of you.

“well, father has been immensely worn out due to the upcoming summer ball, he isn’t too pleased that we are hosting it this year” you nodded, understanding where he was coming from. your family had hosted the summer ball last year, you remembered how stressed your parents were, it truly brought more bad than it did good.

“that’s awful to hear, i’m sure he will plan the most extravagant ball we’ve had yet! this palace is amazing, it’s so perfect for a ball, oh how i can’t wait to dance all night in your grand ballroom!” you internally squeal, running the thoughts through your mind. haechan on the other hand couldn’t keep his eyes off you. he always yearned for eye contact when speaking to anyone, especially you. he thought you had some of the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, but he could never tell you so. he would be too embarrassed, even the thought of complimenting your looks had him shuddering in fear. fear that you wouldn’t take it well, considering your friendly status with one another.

“ah princess y/n, it’s wonderful to see you again!” haechan’s mother greeted you warmly as you both entered the foyer of the palace.

“lovely to see you, your majesty” you now politely, meeting her warm gaze.

“i assume haechan has brought up the summer ball with you? are you planning on bringing a date?” she asks curiously. you knew it was a playful question, but you couldn’t contain how badly you wanted to go with haechan.

“o-oh no i haven’t put much thought to it yet, i will soon” you nod slowly, avoiding her eyes. haechan stood beside you, finding the interaction quite amusing. his mother excused herself, leaving the pair of you alone once again.

“god you still don’t know how to talk to my mother?” he teased, gently tapping you with his shoulder. you shook your head in embarrassment,

“it’s not her! it’s the question she asked. i didn’t know we had to bring dates? is that a new rule?” you questioned, watching as haechan raised his eyebrows.

“i think she was simply curious if you were perhaps dating somebody, or considering dating somebody” he shrugged,

“where would she get that idea?”

“well you didn’t hear from me, but i eavesdropped on a conversation between my parents and yours. they think it’s a good time for us to begin exploring potential life companions” he explains, catching you off guard. he looks around cautiously before guiding you to his parent’s study.

“but haechan, i don’t think i’m ready for marriage yet, there’s so much more i have to learn about myself” you begin to grow nervous, your best friend sensed it, leaning in closer to you. your breath hitched as his nose almost touched yours,

“me neither, just know that you’ll be my first choice” his words took you off guard.

“pardon?”

“if my parents were to choose my future partner, i hope it would be you” he smiled softly, feeling heat rise to his cheeks at his own words. you too, began feeling warm, partially due to his words but also due to how close he was to you.

“i-i would want the same” you softly whispered back, earning a relieved look from the boy. he pulled you into his chest, rubbing your back as he softly swayed you in his arms.

“princess, would you do me the pleasure of attending the ball with me?” he slowly pulled away from you, hands resting on your forearms. you nodded enthusiastically,

“of course, i wouldn’t have it any other way”

//

the day of the summer ball came rolling by in no time. you had arrived in your carriage with your parents. they too, were beyond ecstatic to be in attendance. haechan’s parents sure knew how to plan such a grand event, it would be the talk of the town for the next few months. your eyes scanned for the prince that would be accompanying you. his eyes met yours as you walked into the foyer of the palace, he greeted your parents politely before asking them to take you off their hands. they immediately complied, adoring the friendship between you both.

“you look astonishing tonight, princess. i should have dressed up more” haechan smirked slightly, offering his arm to link with yours. you smoothly slipped your arm with his,

“thankyou, haechan. you look as handsome as ever, maybe even more than usual” he was at a loss for words, you had never made such advances on him before.

“princess, you shouldn’t say such rash things, my heart may burst” you giggled at his words, shaking your head gently.

“care to dance, your highness?” you practically dragged him to the dance floor. your hands wrapping around the back of his neck as his hands found their place on your waist.

“thank you for accompanying me. it means the world to be spending such a wonderful evening with an amazing woman like yourself” you looked away as he spoke, feeling his eyes gloss over you.

“prince haechan, please stop saying these things to me if your intention is to simply remain being my friend” his eyebrows furrow,

“i’m not saying these things as your friend. i-“ he stops momentarily,

“i think you’re the most beautiful thing in my life. i always look forward to seeing you, something inside me feels like it will burst once you come into my view. the way you carry yourself is admirable. the way you can start a conversation with almost anybody you meet, everything you do, makes my heart beat out of my chest” at this point, you had stopped dancing with him. as everyone was twirling and swaying, you remained still. was this real life?

“i hope i’m not coming on too strong, but i feel something between us. and one day, in the future, i would love for you to be my partner, because, i love you” you felt your heart stop. haechan moves his hand to cup the right side of your face. you had never seen so much concern and fear on his face.

“haechan” you whispered, linking his fingers with yours as you led him away from the dance floor. you found seclusion in his parent’s study, your fingers remaining intertwined.

“you have impressed me beyond my expectations. your confession has come as a surprise to me. when i think of my future, i see you. right by my side. i see us running around in our own courtyard, with our children. i see a lifetime full of smiles and laughter with you. what i want to say is, i-i love you too” his face immediately lightened up, his grip on your hand tightened as he tried to contain himself.

“princess, you have just made me the happiest man on this earth” he wrapped you in his arms, lifting you off your feet for a moment. you squealed at the feeling, gently tapping his shoulders for him to put you down.

“m-may i kiss you?” you lean in closer to him as he let you down, his hands now moving to cup both your cheeks. he didn’t bother answering, placing his soft lips onto your own, his thumbs caressing your cheeks as he continued kissing you.

“i’ll never forget this night” he mumbled between kisses as you pulled him into you again.

“so when are we going to tell our parents?” you question as he stops kissing you.

“let’s discuss that another time, i just want you to kiss me again” haechan smirked, continuing what you started.

the summer ball was surely the event of the year.

[animeyanderelover]

Hello again, I have a request from Yandere! Black Butler (Ciel, Sebastian, Alois, Claude, Ash and another character of his choice), as it would be if the boys fell in love with an already married reader?

[ And perhaps if you want, the reader has a son or children with her husband ]

Sad to say it, but Yandere is still Yandere. I only made the humans with children since I can imagine that the easiest.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessiveness, obsessiveness, paranoia, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, manipulation, threatening, killing, self-harm

s/o is already married

Ciel Phantomhive

☕️Ciel is rather ruthless and always lingers on the borderline to being a real criminal with what he does. He dirtied his hands already a lot of times with manipulation, killing and ruining someone in the name of her majesty. It’s nothing new for him to do this stuff. But I still feel like falling in love with a married woman would be rather inappropriate for him since his reputation is important to him. He didn’t expect to fall for someone who is clearly taken, even having a small boy as her child, abother rather setting mark. I can see him as embarrassed about this, not wanting anyone to find out and probably even trying to distance himself from you. He does have a problem with you being married, it makes him feel conflicted about this all at first.

☕️But it isn’t like this will affect him for very long, he only needs a bit time to sort his feelings out. And after that he would most likely start spying on you and your husband, wanting to know everything. He would want to know when you met, how long have you been together and if you are really happy with that man. You could say that Ciel searches for something, anything that will make him feel like his dislike for this man is justified and labeling him as scum. If he would for example find out that the engagement was forced or that this guy did something bad in the past, it would be in the end his downfall. Ciel just tells himself that in the end of the day, he would be much more suited to take care of you and your child since he can offer protection and a good education for your son.

☕️But Ciel doesn’t need to find any dirt in that man’s past, he can create something that will ruin everything all on his own, a few rumors here and certain meet-ups there are all it will take until one day the police takes your husband away from you and your son, stomach-churning rumors flying wildly around that even you will start doubting your own trust. And a single woman with a child without a man to earn money is dangerous, leading Ciel to suddenly step in and offer to help you and your son, offering you a job in his manor where you can in return move in together with your small son.

☕️Starting off as his personal assistant, Ciel will work his way into your heart by courting and wooing you properly like a noble woman. Your son is another way to your hand. Ciel is rather awkward with children, especially with small ones, but he knows that if he manages to wrap your son around your fingers, it will be easier for him to get closer to you. I feel like the human servants in this household would totally start shipping you and their master since it’s obvious to them that Ciel likes you.

☕️Being in a relationship with him afterwards would be different if the relationship is a good one and since a child is in the picture, for Ciel a lot would change. He has to somehow get used to the role of being a father which is harder than thought for him and he would often let the servants do the job of babysitting which they all love doing. Won’t let your former partner anywhere near you ever again because if he does, he’s dead. It isn’t like Ciel doesn’t plan on making you and your son forget all about him and take his role as father and husband completely.

Sebastian Michaelis

🐈‍⬛For Sebastian this all is a bit different since he’s a demon. He knows about the human way of bonding together for the rest of their life, but saw so often people having multiple partner whilst being in a marriage, making him not necessarily having the highest opinion about it. A demon’s way of bonding on the other way is eternal and once a demon chose a mate, they stay as theirs for eternity. So whilst he would definitely step back if finding out that your partner is a demon and already marked you as his, with a human that’s another story. Humans are corrupted, disloyal, tempted. He just doesn’t feel any sympathy for them and especially not if that man there is acting like you’re his. Sebastian is possessive, don’t forget that.

🐈‍⬛Whilst Sebastian will properly eliminate that guy later on, he would before that start forming a relationship with you, becoming at least a good acquaintance of yours with which you can talk openly over things you can’t say to each stranger. He needs to be your friend first so you can run crying to him the moment he starts getting to work and break this marriage apart. He has so many possibilities given his true nature and has to make that guy pay properly for acting like he owned you. It pissed Sebastian almost off whenever he heard him telling everyone proudly about his beautiful wife. That guy didn’t own you and never had. And Sebastian will teach him just how pathetic as a human he really is.

🐈‍⬛Paying that guy back and watching his helpless expression when everyone seems to leave and abandon him, including his wife is unbelievable amusing for Sebastian. How he is entertained by this face of despair is purely sadistic and he isn’t someone to deny that he enjoys pulling the strings behind the scenes just to squeeze every bit of willpower and life out of that man. And all that whilst acting as the caring and concerned friend of yours who heard all the rumors and wants to know whether you’re fine or not, pulling you like this closer to him. And as soon as he’s made sure that you don’t trust your husband anymore, he will give him a devilish death, counting on you still being sad and searching in him comfort.

🐈‍⬛He will offer you a place to stay, to calm down and refresh your own mind from everything that has happened recently. It’s just a friendly offer from a friend of yours, that’s at least what you will probably think. But for Sebastian it’s just the next step from a bigger plan to make sure that you will become his. His love, his mate.

🐈‍⬛He will slowly isolate you from everyone else, making you stay in the house he offered you to live and to take care off. Sebastian wouldn’t feel ashamed in the least bit about falling in love with an already married s/o, he has no real respect of such rather pathetic way of bonding with your mate, the love will just never be that strong like between a demon and their mate. Not only that, but Sebastian clearly sees himself above such weak and greedy creatures and just knows that he can love and treat you better like some random man who just happened to call himself your, now dead, husband. And whilst never showing it, Sebastian will manipulate you into forgetting all about your husband or other humans. You should only think about him since you’re the only person on his mind too.

Alois Trancy

👅Alois is a rather childish boy and doesn’t possess the respect required to properly show respect and appreciate such a thing like marriage, especially when it comes to his princess. He is paranoid about many things and the last thing that a possessive and unstable freak like he needs is finding out that you’re already married to a good-for-nothing piece of trash. He would just start throwing a tantrum then and there, not being able to understand why you would ever marry someone else when it’s obvious to him that you are his. Will start blaming your husband for everything, giving him all the fault for this.

👅And different from many others, Alois doesn’t show that much patience to wait and manipulate that guy. He will just go straight into completely draining that guy from his life, ordering one of his demons to murder that man for even daring to get that close to you. In his eyes it’s nothing, but disgraceful and insulting for you, someone who deserves so much more. And of course your lovely daughter as well, constantly being with you. Alois tends to like to forget the fact that this isn’t his child biologically which is a good thing. It means he won’t hate that child for being that of another man.

👅Alois will almost instantly after getting rid of the obstacle approach you and your little daughter, already thinking about a happy and small family. He’s rather obvlious to your and your daughter’s sorrow over the loss of your husband, even being confused about it. He just sees you and him as meant to be together and thought that you would be glad about hearing that this scum is bad. He won’t be able to understand that you really loved that man, instead thinking that you were perhaps manipulated or are just confused about your feelings. Same counts for your daughter.

👅He will have you two kidnapped rather quickly, seeing as more as bringing his family into their new home. He can’t stand the thought of you two out there completely alone and defenseless. What kind of father and husband would he be if he won’t go to extreme measurements to protect his family? And from that point on, you and your daughter wouldn’t have to worry about anything anymore because Alois will do absolutely anything for you and your child.

👅It’s a ‘bird in a golden cage’ situation for you and your kid because Alois won’t let you leave the manor, he’s too terrified of something happening to the two of you. And he will definitely spoil the child beyond rotten just to be a good papa. And if your child is smaller and not able to grasp the full impact of this situation, she might just start viewing Alois as her real and new father, giving Alois the advantage because you for sure wouldn’t leave your little daughter behind.

Claude Faustus

🕷Similar to Sebastian he doesn’t have the best opinion about humans, they are just greedy and selfish creatures, only there to give him a nice meal from time to time. And it’s similar to their way of claiming each another, marrying. What a ridiculous thing to do, really. He saw so many people cheating on their partner, so many people not happy with their connection anymore. He never had a mate before, but in this case he sees his species as the more honorable one since demons mate for their entire life and stay faithful, at least the demons who found their mate.

🕷Claude has a rather arrogant opinion about himself, viewing himself as quite the gentleman and perfect partner to have. He’s confident in loving and pampering his mate better than anyone else can which is exactly the reason why he has to kill that guy, make him disappear to reach you. Your partner is tryuly disgusting in his eyes, undeserving of such a adorable woman like you. Insects have to be crushed and that’s exactly what Claude will do, crushing that guy’s life in the most humiliating ways possible and manipulating you into losing all faith in him, ending with everyone leaving him. And in the end Claude will finish his pathetic and lonely life with the snap of his fingers.

🕷And whilst cruelly breaking that loser apart, Claude will also start forming a bond with you, starting off as someone you happen to bump into very often, leading to some conversations in which you will start feeling more and more comfortable since he comes over as a very charming and nice young man. And from there on Claude will start manipulating you, telling you rumors about friends and your husband he happened to hear somewhere and start gossiping about everyone you’re close to about, making you feel more warily and leading to you slowly starting to isolate yourself, feeling suspicious of everyone.

🕷Claude will be always there to comfort you, no matter what it is. Be it you crying because you feel like you can’t trust anyone besides him anymore or be that abother heavy argument between you and your husband. It’s all just too much for you and Claude will soothe you with sweet lies, help you to calm down and to not get overwhelmed with all the stress. And after he eliminated really everyone, after they all lost their worth for him, you will be completely on your knees, having lost everyone, including your husband. And from there on he will start building you up again in his own way, offering you to help you with financial problems and to help you forgetting all about your deceased ex husband.

🕷Claude is poisoned honey, sweet and adoring yet also very mischievous and manipulative. He can and will use all sorts of lies and manipulations on you, keeping you in your now new home where you will live from now on. And he will work from there on to make you dependent on only him, make sure that you rely on only him. He will do anything for you, being the perfect gentleman as long as you don’t act up or try to leave him.

Ash Landers

▫️Your husband should honestly shovel himself a grave when you have this fanatic lunatic after you. This would be horror in it's purest form for Ash, who sees everyone as rotten and danger for you. Being married with such filth is even worse, knowing that he touched you already several times with those undeserving hands of his, that he took you away from your true pure way of living. I feel like marrying would hold some worth, a lot if I'm being honest, for Ash. It's a honorable ritual what is misused from the humans these days. But with your clean soul it has it's old glory again which makes Ash even more furious, knowing that you didn't get to experience the full beauty of this way of bonding because of that scum there.

▫️He obviously failed in protecting you, didn't find you soon enough to save you from the filthy ams of that man. It throws him into an angry and grieving loop, ending with him losing his calm and cool attitude and just letting it all go. He is not worthy of calling himself your angel if he can't even protect the person he has to keep safe under all means necessary, even if it costs him his own life. It will end with him hurting himself whilst hysterically crying, not thinking that he deserves to be blessed to even see you.

▫️But he can't just let that guy continue to have you either. Ash is extremely violent and messy when it comes to this topic, he has to serve and to protect after all, meaning erasing everyone who even breathes in the same direction as you. That guy will die a horrific death, the last thing he will see on this earth will be Ash's completely crazed expression. And it is guaranteed that Ash will kidnap you after that, swearing to you that he will never let it happen again that someone will come near you. He will cut out his eyes if it happens again since he wouldn't be able to look at you again if it should happen again.

▫️Ash is extremely hard to deal with, he's a fanatic and crazed person through and through and his twisted way of seeing things is fearsome, how he keeps saying that he will protect you with his life, make sure that nothing will touch you and that hew will create a London worthy for you living in. His manipulation works mainly in one wa, even though it isn't even intended from him to use it against you. It's his self-destructive nature. Ash sees the need to punish and hurt himself whenever you cry because of him or seem not satisfied. It's his job to ensure that you're always happy and healthy and by neglecting or ignoring him, you will give him the impression that he disappointed you which he won't be able to handle well. It just meant he failed as your guardian angel and that's a disgrace for him.

▫️Ash will not hurt you in any way possible, never. He would honestly stab his heart rather than ever touching you in a wrong way. I feel like his paranoia would significantly increase due to you being already once in a marriage with someone before. For Ash it just means that he already didn't fulfill his purpose in here once and he will be damned if it should happen a second time. He will be also so much more stricter one himself and even more dependent on your reaction and way of acing around him. He honestly wouldn't blame you for hating him, he screwed up as your guardian angel and you were forced to be next to someone tainted because of it. Be honestly careful with your way of being around him or else his body will be covered with marks.

Madam Red

🩺It's been a while since I wrote about this fine lady here, you know? Reason is that I wanted to have one less intense Yandere in here which is why I chose her. Because I feel like she would be a more selfless Yandere in here. I feel like Angelina would be totally devastated, especially at the beginning when finding out that her darling was already married and had together with her husband a absolutely gorgeous little daughter. Angelina sacrificed her first love already for her sister's happiness and lost her husband and her unborn child in a terrible accident. So whilst being certainly especially at the beginning disapproving of your husband, if you're happy with him and he treats you and your child well, she will be ready to sacrifice her own happiness for yours and the girl's one.

🩺I think she will just stay in the closest friendzone of yours, being for you like a caring and best friend and for your small girl like a aunt or second mother. She has a rather hard and difficult time when she sees you, your daughter and your husband happy together, it makes her feel like a fist is squeezing her heart painfully tight. It gives her another reminder that she will never have this kind of happiness. And yet at the same time she would also be glad that at least you found happiness. It's honestly a bittersweet sight for her. She's extremely overprotective over you and your child and whenever one of you is sick, she will rush over and check on you two, nursing you back to health. Also orders Grell to watch over you two and get ready to become a bit messy if someone tries to hurt you and your daughter.

🩺The only time she will step in and do something against this marriage is when she notices that you and your daughter aren't comfortable with him or your husband doesn't take proper care of you, even treating you badly. That's the situation where she will snap and won't be tolerating with this bastard. She was ready to give up on you because she thought you and your small daughter were safe withz that man. But if that isn't the case, she sees no reason why she should show mercy either. With her position and a grim reaper as a butler, she should have little to no problem to punish that guy for treating the two persons most important to her.

🩺Angelina is most likely already a close friend of yours at that time and will let you in her own house, preparing rooms for you and your daughter to stay in. She would instantly check on both of you, scared that your former partner might have left permanent damage, be that physically or mentally. And she will be there to listen to your and your hild's every story, comforting both of you and reassuring that she won't let something like this happen again, promising to take good care of you. She would feel terrible for not doing anything sooner to save you and your girl.

🩺Madam Red is rather iffy about letting you and your child leave the safe and sound mansion of hers, scared that something might happen to you two. She really can't risk losing her family all over again. She already did twice.Would totally smother and pamper the small girl, she's in total love with her just as much as she is with you. She is also rather reluctant to let you out because many people at that time just weren't that openminded when it came to two people of the same gender loving each other. It makes her feel a bit uneasy even though she won't be that vulnerable due to her noble position. But still, she just feels safest with her small family in her own four walls.

[hopepaigeturner]

"Bridgerton doesn't run on logistics, just vibes"

No truer words spoken 😂😂

Ok ok, at first I was a little non-plussed at this whole thing. But...as always my mind has not rested and here's a potential way to incorporate it.

I have this recurring 'motif' that Sophie always hides her true smile or laugh. And the viewer eventually learns that this is because her father always looked pained and Araminta would become furious if she showed her natural smile. For, Sophie’s true smile is the mirror image of her father's. (there are other little indications in Sophie’s mannerisms concerning her past, but that’s for another post if anyone's interested).

But if we must have a royal spin on this then...Sophie could be the illegitimate offspring of Princess Sophia and the Earl of Penwood (a good friend of the King's) who had an affair. And instead of Sophie’s laughter/smile reflecting her father, let her smile be the exact mirror of her mother.

Sophie (and the viewer) all are kept in the dark about the identity of Sophie’s mother throughout the season. This enables that the stakes of the book, (the divide in class and its consequences) to be fully felt.

So, all the viewer sees is that Araminta hates Sophie because she is another woman’s daughter, and a symbolic representation of the heir Araminta could never provide.

It is only until the final ball of the season in Ep.7, when Sophie is presented to the Queen, that we get a little nudge towards this theory.

 Sophie is presented by Araminta, and while Araminta tries to shade Sophie, Sophie manages to shade right back earning a look of approval from the Queen/King. (I know Q Charlotte should have died, but let’s be real, the way Shonda loves her I don’t think she’s going anywhere anytime soon). Then Benedict comes to take her in a dance (I’ve got this whole ball scene planned out already 😉). It’s cute, adorable and Sophie is there laughing and in love. Camera cuts to Brimsley who turns to the Queen with a raised eyebrow. “Your majesty, does Miss Beckett not remind you of someone?” The camera focuses on Sophie’s smile. Then to Queen Charlotte who turns to Brimsley with a look of disdain. “I have found that it is not useful to have the past dogging one’s heels when entering a new season, no matter how much we wish to indulge in the memory of the ones we have lost.” She says. Queen Charlotte looks back to Benophie with a soft, knowing smile…

I’d like the writers to leave this a little ambiguous if they do it, to allow viewers to speculate. (Perhaps there is a fleeting scene early in the season where the Queen comments about Princess Sophia to link it in). But it would mean the season, and Sophie, is suddenly held in a new light…

The Earl looks pained because Sophie’s true smile is a reminder of the love he lost, not of his own mistake.

Araminta is always triggered/furious, for Sophie's smile reminds her of how she is someone else's daughter--a royal. This would infuriate Araminta whose entire character is one who strives for status and power.

Sophie’s comment in AOFAG of "my blood is more blue then yours will ever be" when Araminta confronts her about the ball is at first Sophie’s little dig to Araminta that she is the Earl’s daughter but, unbeknownst to Sophie, also a true statement of her royal heritage—this is the reason Araminta spirals into such a destructive rage that leads to chucking Sophie out.

In my version of the Sofa scene (part 1, part 2) I had a lovely love declaration from Benedict: “I do not care whether you are descended from a maid or the King of England himself” which would be very ironic if Sophie was actually descended from royalty.

Overall I’m not 100% sold on this idea. It’s fun but unnecessary. I'd rather have more screen time for Benophie than a random little hook in for QC but that's me 🤷‍♀️ I’ve explained before that the true stakes of Benophie’s love story are the external factors they face through the class divide. Having Sophie be royalty lessens these stakes, especially if they hammer home about this connection. But…it would be a fun little finesse for fans.  

I think I'm going to jump on the "Sophie is Queen Charlotte's illegitimate granddaughter" train. Looks like fun, though I'm unsure of the logistics.

Bridgerton doesn't run on logistics, just vibes. Napoleon was resurrected in one of the books lol

Oddly, Princess Sophia had an illegitimate child, believed to be fathered by an affair or even darker, her brother Prince Ernest. The child was given away...

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

One More Favour

Warnings: coercion, threats, intimidation, blood, guns.

This is dark!(mob)Steve Rogers and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Based on this drabble request:

Steve Rogers + “I told you to shut up and you know I don’t repeat myself.” + Mob AU + You thought after years of playing the good girl, Steve would ignore a little attitude. @americasass81​

Steve Rogers + “Do it for me… keep me from pulling that trigger.” + Mob AU + A confrontation of sorts? Reader caught in somewhere bad unknowingly @okaywitheverything​

The first time Steve Rogers stumbled through your door, you didn’t know what to do. His gun kept you from doing much as he directed you to your kitchen table and sat heavily, his other hand covered in blood as he grasped his side. He pointed to your scrubs with the metal barrel, but you weren’t a nurse, you were only an orderly. He didn’t care.

That night, you sewed him up silently, your hands unsteady as you fished around in your first aid kit, stained with his blood even after he left. The shadow of his pistol lingered in your mind until his next visit, just as unexpected as the first, but those that came after, were a ritual, although he kept his gun in the holster after the third.

You’d lost count of how many times he showed up. Sometimes he needed stitches, other times just something to eat or a couch to crash on. You never argued, you couldn’t really, the engraved handle of his gun kept you from much more than nodding and letting him stay.

You figured your house was one of the only safe places for the vaunted mob boss to hide out. No one was going to go sniffing around some orderly’s door, especially the old house with its peel roof and stained siding.

That night, you were asleep when he arrived. You woke up to a shadow standing over you and reached for your night side table. He caught your shoulder before you could slide open the drawer and pull out the knife. He rolled you onto your back and chuckled.

“It’s just me,” he stepped back, “I need help.”

You rubbed your eyes and stretched before you sat up. You’d worked a double and you were exhausted. You had another early morning ahead of you.

You followed him to the living room as he sat on the old couch, a used model from the seventies. The room shone with the amber light of the glass shaded lamp and he shrugged out of his jacket with a grunt. You went to the kitchen and got the metal box with the red cross on it. You returned as he peeled off his shirt, the sleeve stained red. His undershirt clung to his sweaty torso.

You sat beside him and groggily cleaned up the gash. A graze seared with gunpowder. You dabbed at it and yawned again. You looked up as you sensed him watching you. You frowned and focused on your task.

“You’re quiet,” he said as he relaxed against the cushions.

“You usually do most of the talking,” you grumbled.

“Mmm,” he hummed, “what’s wrong?”

“Tired,” you answered grumpily.

“Tired,” he repeated, “ah.”

His tone was smug and irked you as you wiped up the last of the blood. It wasn’t very deep at all. You opened a square of gauze and taped it over the cut. You tutted and packed up the kit. You stood and carried it back to the kitchen.

“You mad at me?” he asked.

“Why would I be mad at you?” you leaned in the doorway as he remained on the couch.

“You seem mad,” he said.

“I worked twelve hours and you have me bandaging you up like a toddler. You could have done that yourself.”

“Watch yourself,” he warned.

“Well…” you swallowed, knowing you walked a dangerous path, “is there anything else you need, your majesty?”

“Shut up,” he scowled as he rubbed his arm, “you don’t know who you’re talking to, girl.”

“Oh, I know, Steve Rogers,” you said, “I’m not as stupid as you think I am. Or as helpless. You can’t just keep showing up like--”

“I told you to shut up and you know I don’t repeat myself,” he stood and his hand went to his holster, “I never was mean to you. Can’t say that about many people.”

He neared and you stiffened. You watched his hand on his gun and as he got closer, he let it drop. He smiled as he sidled past you into the kitchen. You turned to watch him cross to the fridge and open it. He leaned on the door and peered inside.

“I don’t have much,” you said as you stepped into the kitchen, “I think you should go now. I have to work in--”

“Since when do you tell me what to do?” he closed the fridge and spun to face you.

“I think I’ve been pretty accommodating. I’ve patched you up, fed you, let you stay here. I’m just asking you one time to go. I’m tired, I gotta work in the morning, you know, a real job.”

He was quick to unholster his gun. You took a step back as your voice tied out. He examined the barrel and slowly turned it toward you. He straightened his arm and his expression hardened.

“I’ve been pretty accommodating you. I’ve kept you alive, let you be, and what has it cost you but a little bit of bread and some bandages?” he sneered.

“Steve--”

“You know what I could take from you,” he stepped closer, “you know what I could do to you?”

He pressed the muzzle to your chest and your lip quivered as you stared at him. His mouth slanted as he watched your expression fall. You exhaled slowly, as if the slightest move would earn you a bullet.

“That’s cute,” he moved the gun up to the strap of your tank top, “take it off.”

You wrinkled your brow and looked down at the pistol. You lifted your head again and met his gaze.

“Steve--”

“You can call me ‘sir’,” he growled, “think I’ve let you get too familiar, doll.”

“Don’t--”

“Shhh, you don’t tell me what to do,” he reached to slide you strap down your arm, “go on, do it for me… keep me from pulling that trigger.”

His hand spread across your chest and squeezed. He could feel your hard nipple through the cotton. You shivered and touched his hand softly. You begged him with your eyes but he was fixated on your body. He pushed the gun hard against your neck.

You slipped your other strap past your shoulder. You hooked your thumbs in the side of your shirt and pushed it down your torso. His eyes followed and lit up as you bunched the fabric up along the top of your shorts. The pistol glided between your tits and down your stomach. He pressed against the rumpled shirt.

“Take it all off,” he ordered, “now.”

👔👔👔

[shera-dnd]

A Dream Come True

It’s finally here! The fic and comic you’ve all been waiting for! And it’s all catradora fluff as far as the eye can see.

I wanna thank my good friend @midnightechoes for her amazing work on the comic and to all the people who donated and helped us reach our 200 dollar goal.

And without any further delay, here’s the AO3 link (comic included) for those who’d rather read over there, and let’s get this nonsense going

Today was a big day for Etheria. It was the first Princess Prom since the fall of Prime, the first Princess Prom in many years to be celebrated in a time of peace and prosperity. So of course, Etheria’s great savior and protector was expected to make an appearance, and she was expected to look good.

Though if Adora asked just about anyone, they would claim that she always looked good. But she did want to put in the extra effort today. It took her some convincing from all of her friends to keep her from over planning and over preparing like last time.

There was no threat of war, no great enemy, no lies or intrigue, it would just be a ball with all the people she loved. She could just rest and relax tonight. So she put on a beautiful white dress, let her hair loose from its near permanent ponytail, donned a pretty little tiara, and just let herself not be combat ready for once.

Looking now at her own reflection in the room’s waterfall - the closest to a practical use she found to those wasteful things - she had to admit that she did look pretty, though for some reason she was struck by a strange sense of familiarity.

“Just let me brush it!” She heard Glimmer call from outside the room.

“No!” Catra yelled back as she ran into the room with the queen chasing after her, brush in hand.

Though Catra acted like she was running for life, they both still giggled. Catra tried to use her wife as cover from the queen’s attack, but Glimmer followed her anyway, and both just started running circles around Adora.

“Don’t let her touch me!” Catra yelled, hiding behind Adora, “she’s gonna torture me!”

“Do you always have to be this dramatic?” Glimmer asked, knowing full well that the answer was yes.

“Come on, guys,” Bow called, calmly walking in, “if we’re late to Scorpia’s first ball she’s gonna kill us.”

He pulled Glimmer closer and she leaned against him, hooking an arm around his back. For a moment there the queen seemed to forget about her plans to torture Catra, and just enjoyed that little display of affection from her husband.

“Fine, you’re off the hook,” she surrendered, but added just a little threat at the end, “this time.”

Catra stuck her tongue out at them, still using Adora for cover, as they left the room, leaving the two of them alone together. Once she was sure she was safe from Glimmer’s hairbrush, she stepped out from behind her wife and laughed a little to herself.

“You coming?” She asked, reaching a hand towards Adora.

The whole time Adora had been stunned. In equal parts by this constant feeling of dejavu, and by just how beautiful Catra looked right now. Her wife had always been a master of the casually gorgeous look, but this time she had completely out done herself.

“Etheria to Adora,” Catra called, playfully, “you still there, Adora?”

“Sorry, I just have this weird feeling that I’ve seen this before,” she explained, the feeling completely disappearing a moment later.

“What? Did you sneak a peek while me and Glimmer were putting the look together?” She teased.

“No!” Adora defended herself, “it’s just dejavu or something. I--you’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

Catra feigned offense, “such accusations from my own wife? I would never do such a thing.”

“Oh you little--!”

“Guys,” Bow interrupted again, calling from the hallway beyond, “Scorpia’s ball, remember?”

“Sorry, your majesty,” Adora shouted back, they both knew he didn’t like the title, but it was fun to mess with him sometimes.

That earned her a little laugh from Catra and a soft nudge to her side, “you ready to go?”

“Yeah, I think I am,” she answered, hooking her arm around Catra’s as they made their way out of the room.

They had barely stepped into the hallways of Bright Moon castle when they were stopped by a voice calling for them.

“Oh my goodness!” Exclaimed a very excited King Micah, “you both look stunning!”

The king had always been such a sweetheart, the man had nearly adopted the two of them after the war was over. After everything that had happened, it was nice seeing him this happy.

“Hey there, your majesty,” Catra greeted, “everything ready for the dance?”

“Indeed it is!” He replied, his bright smile growing wider, “before you go, though, I have a big surprise for you!”

“Oh?” 

With a dramatic flare worthy of Double Trouble, King Micah stepped aside to reveal…

The most adorable thing they’ve ever seen.

Behind the king stood their child. Little Finn looked as adorable as they looked annoyed at their new outfit, a lovely uniform in several shades of purple and beautiful gold accents. The kid was just short of ten years old, but they already looked like a fancy little dignitary of the kingdom. The only thing standing out from the illusion was their messy blonde hair.

“You look precious!” Adora squealed at the sight.

Catra gasped, holding on tighter to her wife’s arm. It was the only thing she could do not to run over and hug them right this instant.

“Moms!” Finn groaned, “please!”

Unfortunately their pleas for help were lost on their moms, who were still busy blabbering about how adorable they looked.

“Uncle Micah, do I really have to wear this? It’s itchy,” they complained, hoping their uncle would listen, “and lame.”

The king turned to address his little nibling, but was horrified by what he saw.

“How did you manage to mess up your hair in the five minutes since I finished it?!” He demanded, utterly shocked.

“It’s a skill, uncle,” Finn replied, giving him a smug look that clearly ran in the family.

Looking none too pleased with all that lost work, Micah drew a quick glyph in the air, using just a bit of magic to comb his nibling’s hair in an instant.

“There, fixed.” The king proudly declared, earning a hiss from the angry child.

And also earning him a hug from Adora.

“They look amazing,” she beamed, “thank you!”

“My pleasure, Adora,” he replied, his voice and expression growing softer, “I missed out on too many of these moments with Glimmer. I’m not going to miss any more of them.”

Meanwhile Catra no longer had Adora to hold on to to help contain herself, so she had dashed over to their child, too busy showering them with love and affection to notice the tender moment happening behind her.

“You are the cutest kid in all of Etheria,” she happily praised.

“Mom!” Finn groaned once more.

Adora let out a content sigh as she watched those two. She loved them with all her heart and they had made the past decade of her life better than she could have ever dreamed it would be.

“Thanks again,” she repeated to Micah, finally letting go of the hug.

Walking over to her family - wow, it really warmed her heart every time she thought of them like that - she picked up the little light of her life and carried them on her shoulders. They mumbled a few words in annoyance, but Adora could feel their tail happily swaying against her back.

“You’re going to win Best Kid at the dance for sure!” Catra commented.

“I don’t think that’s a real award, mom.”

“We’ll make it real, kid.” She declared, “don’t worry, I have some pull with Princess Scorpia.”

Adora couldn’t help but smile at that.

“What’s got you all smiley like that?” Catra asked, leaning closer to her wife as they walked together.

“It’s just…this is our first Princess Prom as a family,” she said, a little teary eyed, “I still can’t believe we got this far. It’s more than I could have ever dreamed of.”

“Well, you better start believing it,” Catra replied, giving her a little kiss on the cheek.

“Ew!” Finn complained, hiding their face so they wouldn’t be forced to see any more disgusting affection from their moms.

The two of them laughed together and Adora was certain that no dream could ever compare to the life she now lived.