#not wearing his Majesty Hat

[photozoi]

Please to enjoy this picture of my handsome little man while he is still Six years old. His birthday is about to happen and he will be Seven which is not possible as I swear he was only a year old yesterday!

(The Imp wishes to remind All that it matters not what age he is at, his age is the right age and he is perfect at any age. Thank you.)

the Imp (Silken Windhound)

[harveybwabbit92]

Grocery girl: Ken Sato x reader pt. 1

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You were a delivery girl who was a frequently dispatched to famous baseball player's Ken Sato residence, you were a nobody that anyone hardly paid attention to, until you found the legendary baseball passed out on his front steps looking like hell, being a bit of worry wart you help him inside and that things took a HUGE turn when you find yourself playing mommy for a giant baby dragon....

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Part 2,Part3,part4

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"He's been ordering a lot of Coconut water lately..." R/n mumbled as she loaded up her delivery van with the items on the shopping list Ken Sato's assistant sent her for his bi-weekly delivery, usually he just orders beer, protein shakes and a melange western food some of which were not a common find around Japanese super markets.

R/n had to go special import stores for some of the stuff Mr. Sato orders; which takes R/n though a wild runaround of the entire city, A route that none her other coworkers had the time or patience for; even the self-proclaimed "Sato-fan queen" Who stole R/n's route gave up within 20 minutes when she couldn't find the tiny shop that sold his special brand of coffee.

Her saga ended when she tried to cut corners and grabbed random items and delivered those instead...Yeah, that went over like a lead balloon. Her majesty got a harsh chewing out by the boss after Mr. Sato's assistant complained about the delivery and threatened a restraining order after the younger devilry girl displayed an obsessive and aggressive attitude.

(I.E. taking selfies of herself in front of the house, flirting into the intercom and trying to force herself into Mr Sato's house when she realized he wasn't home.)

Needless to say, R/n was assigned Mr. Sato's personal delivery girl, cos she was the only one that didn't have crush on him. Much to the ire of her female and few male coworkers. R/n remembered the first time Mr. Sato was there to receive his groceries in person. He seemed thrown off by her complete impassiveness towards him....

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{Flashback, To Ken taking the groceries from R/n, he kept staring at the delivery girl expecting her to crack a smile or squeal excitedly or something, but no, she kept a neutral expression on her face and stayed professional during the entire transaction.]

"Uh....Aren't you going to ask for my autograph?"

"Nope."

"But...I'm Ken Sato."

"Yeah, I know who you are and I don't care. sign here."

R/n holds out her tablet as Ken stares at her baffled; he signs the digital receipt, R/n printed out the receipt sticker and slapped it on the the box the baseball player was holding, The (Y/Height) woman then tipped her hat to him before getting into her van and driving off leaving Ken standing in his driveway completely dumbfounded. 

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After that Mr. Sato and R/n kept their interactions short and sweet, which seemed to work just fine for them. But things change and R/n was going to experience a very big change in her life.

It all started when the Sato-stalker queen Or Meiko AKA: "Meimei" as calls herself on her blog invited R/n to Mr. Sato's premier game, R/n tried to reject the offer as gently as possible; sports were never really her thing, but the bottle blonde girl had guilt tripped her into going. Apparently she doesn't have many friends (wonder why?), so there was R/n sitting up in the nosebleed section while feeling awkward in the sparkly baseball jersey Meimei had insisted she wear for the occasion.

The whole time the blonde was squealing and blabbing about Mr. Sato and how handsome he was and how unfair it was that R/n got to see him, thought the older woman was quick to dash whatever hopes Meimei had of hearing about Mr. Sato's personal life by informing her that he's barely home when she delivers to him and few times he is there it's just to receive the groceries.

"What goes on in Mr. Sato's private life is not our business..." R/n affirmed Meimei just pouted and called R/n mean before turning her attention to the pitch, she gasped loudly and started shaking R/n excitedly. "Ohmygash,ohmygash!! It's him! she squealed as Mr. Sato stepped on to the field towards his position at bat.

R/n couldn't help but wince when she watched Ken miss the first two balls, she saw the catcher from the other team say something that peeved off Mr. Sato; it looked like they were going to throw down until the umpire calmed it down and Mr. Sato change his position at the third pitch.

He pulled off an impressive power hit that got the crowd screaming and cheering. However, as Meimei was squealing and shaking R/n for what seemed to be for the umpteenth time she failed to notice her older coworker's attention was completely fixated on something else.

She felt R/n suddenly grab her hand. Meimei looked at R/n bemused but then noticed her complexion had gone ashen as the older delivery girl pointed up at the sky; the younger one followed her gaze and lost all of her peppiness in seconds as an explosion from a downed aircraft went off over the stadium causing the entire place to shake!

The stadium erupted into chaos as R/n instinctively covered her younger coworker from any fallen debris as the Kaiju alert system went off ordering everyone to evacuate! R/n and Meimei wasted no time getting out of the stadium just in time to see Ultraman arrive and punch the Kaiju away from the stadium. R/n stood back to watch them fight for a few moments before a hysterical Meimei dragged her away...

{Cut to a few hours later}

R/n was finishing up a few late night deliveries, some of her coworker didn't want to come in due to the monster attack so R/n was forced to take over their shifts. She had just finished delivering cat-food to a nice old lady, when she got a call from Mr. Sato he wanted donuts and coffee.

R/n sighed and went to work she pulled up to Ken's home on the old delivery scooter the boss had rusting in the back seeing as it was a small delivery, it was raining heavily by the time she pulled up to the house. R/n walked up and knocked the door Mr. Sato opened the door and looked startled to see her.

"Uh, What are you doing here so late?" He asked looking around his driveway, R/n cocked a brow and held up his order like it should be obvious. "Yeah, I know...But it's usually the old guy that delivers this late." R/n explained he took the night off she was filing in, Ken reluctantly took the donuts when he notices how wet her uniform was and looked outside again and noticed the rusty scooter just chilling in his driveway and frowned.

"You didn't drive all the way up here on that thing did you?" R/n just shrugged Mr. Sato looked like he was going invite her in or something, but they were interrupted by a weird cry coming from somewhere in the house. "What was that?" R/n inquired bouncing on her toes trying to look over his shoulder, the baseball player got this 'oh crap' look on his face as he quickly blocked her view.

"Uh, Nothing, j-just my TV! Here's your tip!" R/n's phone pinged the delivery girl's usual calm demeanor was replaced with one of panic as she tried to explain that Japan doesn't practice tipping! Only for her eyes widened in shock the amount he sent her. "...And e-Even if we did do tips, I think you overdid-" Mr. Sato quickly cuts her off. "No I didn't!" and slammed the door in her face.

R/n blinked a few times as she looked between her phone and the door baffled after a few seconds of trying figure out what that all about? Before shrugging then walked back her scooter and drove off....

{Ken gave the reader about three hundred dollars.)

[Next time R/n finds out just what Mr. Sato was hiding in his house the encounter was both cute and terrifying.]

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Cross posted on my A03/Squidgeworld/Wattpad.

[cosmerelists]

Cosmere Characters Try to Guess Which of Them Hoid is Imitating

As requested by anon. :)

It's like charades, only it's Hoid alone doing the acting, and also he's allowed to speak. He's gonna be imitating various Cosmere characters, and let's see if the other characters in that novel can guess who he is!

1. Stormlight Archive

Hoid: [face settles into a deep scowl] Hoid: [crosses his arms] Hoid: Bah! Shallan & Adolin (simultaneously): Kaladin!!! Hoid: Correct! Kaladin: H-HEY

2. Mistborn Era 1

Hoid: [smiles] Hoid: [smiles] [Smoke begins to rise up around him, as though everything is burning down. Faintly, in the distance, the sounds of screams] Hoid: [smiles] Vin (already crying): K-Kelsier! Hoid: [motions for her to hold on a second] Hoid: [punches himself square in the face] Vin: ... Hoid: Yup! That's Kelsier!

3. Tress of the Emerald Sea

Hoid: [crouches down, begins speaking to a member of the audience as though already in mid-conversation] ...and anyway, that's why I think we will make very good friends. Hoid: Wait! Hoid: Is that something dangerous I see? Hoid: I simply MUST make it my new hobby! Charlie, delighted: It's Tress!

4. Stormlight Archive

[Hoid, lying very still on the ground] [Hoid, lying very still on the ground] Adolin: Uh...Sadeas? Kaladin: Are you one of the bridges? Syl: You're a rock!! [Hoid, lying very still on the ground] [Gradually, the sound of ocean waves come from...somewhere. The temperature seems to drop. People's breath fog the air. Still, Hoid lies very motionless on the ground] Shallan: [sighs] Shallan: Stick. Hoid: Correct!

5. Elantris

Hoid: O-Oh? Am I not allowed to talk in charades? Hoid: I'm very sorry, Your Majesty! As a simple woman, all I know how to do is eat hot chip and lie. Iadon: Ugh, Sarene. Hoid: [fixes his hair using only the middle fingers on both hands] Hoid: So smart, Your Majesty!

6. Mistborn Era 2

Hoid: [Pulls his hand up from his hip with his fingers making a gun shape] Wax: Well, that could be literally anyone. Wayne: 'Cept me. Wax: Except you. Hoid [Pulls up his other hand from his hip with his fingers making a gun shape. Now he has two guns] Wax: Again, that could be anyone. Hoid: [Mimics putting both guns back. Reaches down as if to pull something from his belt, which he mimics swigging. Grabs the air in front of his forehead as if adjusting a hat] Wax: Okay, okay, we get it! It's me! Steris: No, no, I want him to keep going.

7. Warbreaker

[Hoid lies half reclined, one arm dangling, mimicking the lazy eating of grapes] Siri: Okay! We know it's one of the Returned! Lightsong: That could be literally any of us. [Hoid, slowly pulls up the hem of his skirt until his thighs are exposed. Winks] Blushweaver: Yes! It's ME! Siri: W-Why am *I* blushing??

8. Stormlight Archive

Hoid: [raising both arms to the heavens] SCIENCE! Navani: Raboniel! Raboniel: Navani! [They look at each other] Hoid: ... Hoid: Uh....SCIENCE and LOVING MY DAUGHTER! Navani: Raboniel!! Raboniel: Navani!! [They look at each other] Hoid: Hmmm...SCIENCE and LOVING MY DAUGHTER and KILLING GOD!!! Navani: ...You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

[Bonus!]

9. ???

[Ulaam walks onto the stage. He waves. He's wearing bedazzled, tiny red shorts, a flowered shirt, and mismatched socks with sandals] Ulaam: [opens his mouth to speak] Hoid: [tackles him off the stage]

[sentientcave]

Heavy Weighs the Crown

Chapter 5 - Plans Laid in Darkness

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Contains: Generic fantasy setting, Princess Reader/OC, No Y/N, Politicking, Hail Kastovia!, We are learning to communicate, Soap is a good boy, canon typical violence, Konig (derogatory)

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"Hello, princess," Kate says. She's using that dry, guarded tone that she used to use, before you got comfortable with each other. It's like you're strangers again, and not women that spent the past six years living under the same roof. It makes your heart ache— She's family. Really your only family, even if you have no shared blood.

She's wearing a dark cloak with embroidery of dark, nearly invisible ravens and bright stars around the hood and hem, a midwinter gift from you and her wife, that you spent weeks working on. You can see the top edge of the thick woolen socks that you knit her over the edge of her boots. You'd mended and reinforced the pockets on her trousers countless times. Kate was always hard on her clothes. You used to tease her about it when she'd come to you, sheepishly bearing a torn out pocket or a ripped seam. She always made up some silly story about how it had happened, just to make you laugh.

But she stands in front of you as the Watcher, the spymaster, and not as your Aunt Katie, and you don't care for it one bit.

She tenses when you stride across the room to her, but relaxes when you throw your arms around her tightly. "I missed you," you say softly. "I wish you'd told me what was going on."

"I know, honey. I thought I'd have more time. John promised not to interfere with you so long as you didn't interfere with him or his men. He's never broken his word before."

"He still hasn't," you admit. "It was my fault. A bird flew up and startled sir Garrick's horse, and I chased after. He was sleeping by the road, and…" you trail off, realizing what had really happened. It was too easy to forget that Kyle had a knack for illusion. He'd spooked the horse on purpose. "Well, he tricked me, and I fell for it."

Kate huffed out a laugh. "I should have been more careful with my phrasing. John is far too good at twisting things to his advantage."

You hum in agreement, turning towards the door when you hear a sharp knock. It opens before you can say anything, but it's just Farah, and not one of the men.

"Commander Karim," Kate says. "Good to see you again."

"Always a pleasure, Watcher," Farah responds, nodding politely. "I owe you a favour for the intel one of your ravens gave me a few weeks ago. Saved my men from walking into an ambush."

"No favour necessary. You actually helped me clean up a mess that same day." Kate smiles wolfishly. "My raven caught his mark when they turned tail to run."

Farah nods. “Then it seems we help each other.”

The two of them talk while you get ready, and flank you as you make your way down to the appropriate parlour, although Kate gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and heads off down the hall rather than follow you into the room like Farah does.

That’s always been her way. You’re sure you’ll see her later.

The Kastovian ambassador sits in a a chair by the window, dressed in a dark red suit. He smiles and stands whn you enter the room, Kate and Farah a step behind you. “Princess!” he says warmly, hands outstretched. “You are more radiant than I imagined you would be. It is not fair that John has been hiding you away all this time.” He pulls you close when he takes your hands, and kisses you on each cheek, closer to your mouth than is necessary.

“It was my choice to remain out of sight. I feared my presence would be a distraction from John’s work. I worried hat I would be as well loved as my father.” You smile, and sit next do John. “It seemed I did not need to fear so.”

“Of course not! Your father was a wicked man. You were not the one waging wars, your majesty. You were just a girl,” Nikolai continues. “And no you are a beautiful woman. Your kind heart is evident.”

“Beauty has little to do with kindness.”

Nikolai grins. “No. Or I would be a much better man than I am.” He settles back in his chair and picks up his wine glass. He raises it, looking at you over the rim, dark eyes glimmering. “To beauty and kindness.”

John hands you a wine glass, and you raise it in response. “To good sense and diplomacy.”

John hums next to you, pleased with how you’re handling the ambassador, by your guess. He levels an unimpressed look at Nikolai. “Are you satisfied?”

“No, it’s much too soon. I will let you know when I am satisfied, your lordship. It will not be until I speak to her majesty alone.” His mismatch of your titles is clearly intentional, meant to rile John up, make him commit a mistake. “But I do hope to be fed first, or I will try to eat you up, majesty. I’m afraid I have a weakness for beautiful women such as you.”

You steal a glance at Ghost, at the war mask, the visage of a skull glaring at the ambassador. You prefer the blank fencers mask, but you can see his eyes like this, deep brown, pale lashes catching the light. Farah stands next to him, almost comically small in comparison. By the forward tilt of the mask, Ghost isn’t pleased with the ambassadors tone, and Farah’s disdain is clear. Both of them have their hands braced on their belts. It was probably a good idea to have them remove their swords before entering the room, although you suspect that each of them is still armed to the teeth.

The man standing behnd Nikolai’s chair is similarly braced. He’s huge, taller even than Ghost, though not quite as broad, and masked as well, with something that looks like an executioner’s hood. The cold gleam of his eyes makes you shudder, until a wet nose pushes under your palm. You relax a bit, petting your hand over Soap’s fuzzy head, glad for the reassurance.

“I trust your journey was an easy on,” you say, changing the subject from how edible you look. “You arrived quite quickly.”

“Luckily, I was already on my way. Your cousin sends his regards, majesty. He is disappointed that he cannot be here himself.” Nikolai eyes Soap suspiciously, but says nothing.

“If he were so concerned, why did he never inquire after her?” John asks. “So many years with no mention.”

“Perhaps he was concerned that a mention of her would have you expanding your search,” Nikolai suggested. “He could not not be certain that she could be safe with you either.”

“As you can see, I’m quite safe, thank you,” you say pleasantly. “John allowed me time in the country to recover from the stress of the war. It was very kind of him.” You smile at John, warning him to behave himself. It would do no one any good for him to scrap with the ambassador. “It was good for me.”

“Clearly. You were too thin before. Listless. And now you’re vibrant and lovely. It is heartening to see.” Nikolai continued to smile, not once dropping his friendly mask. “Of course, you were little more than a child when last we met. Perhaps you do not remember me.”

Did you recall? Of course you remembered being trotted out during the many failed bids for peace between your homeland and Kastovia. Nikolai wasn’t just any ambassador, he was a prince, one of the younger ones. Not likely to ever take the Kastovian throne himself, unless his brother and grown-up nieces and nephews were all to perish. Not likely, unless foul play was involved. It was understandable, why he was so interested in securing an alliance through marriage to you, even though during those talks you had only been fifteen, and still too young to marry. It would have been a long engagement, but peace fell apart long before you turned eighteen, blessedly, or you would have been married to him, probably with a few children by now.

Nikolai seemed a pleasant enough sort of man, but there was something calculating in his eyes, like he was mentally tallying what everyone in the room was worth to him. You’re not sure you’d care for a husband who kept such a close eye on his ledgers.

“I remember.” You give Soap another scratch behind the ears, glad to have the comforting weight of his big head on your knee. “Strange to think of what could have been.”

“If I’d known you would grow into such a beauty, I would have worked harder to negotiate peace.” Nikolai looks at John as he says that, but his eyes flicker back to you quickly. “I suspect you will make a pretty bride.”

“I certainly hope so,” you say blithely. “Now, why don’t we move to the dining room? I’m sure you’re very hungry, after so much travel.”

“Starving,” he says.

Farah makes a scoffing noise behind you, but manages not to say whatever scalding thing comes to mind. You make a mental note to thank her for her restraint later. She told you already that she has no love for Kastovians, but she’s kept a cool head. Certainly a cooler head than John, who looks ruffled.

Both he and Nikolai offer you an arm to escort you to the dining room, but you tuck your hand into the crook of Nikolai’s arm, since he’s the guest. John’s frown deepens, but it’s not your job to manage a grown man’s emotional state. He’s a king, and it’s up to him to act like it.

There’s a certain tesnion in the air over dinner, summering under the light conversation. Nikolai takes a perverse sort of delight in saying things that are polite on the surface, and insulting if you think about them for more than a minute, although he directs all of these hidden barbs at John. To you he’s entirely charming, his dark eyes laughing whenever John leans in to speak to you quietly. It would be funny to watch the two of them have their polite little battle, if you were not the object that they both seemed to covet.

John’s possessive little displays are nothing if not an annoyance. You look forward to leaving again, and going home, back to your cozy room in Kate’s house, back to your chickens and your village and your routines. You’ll miss Kyle and Ghost and Johnny, but you’re sure they’ll visit if you ask. Ghost might even go back to his double life as a blacksmith, and you can pretend you never sussed him out, and actually talk to him, rather than just exchange the odd glance now and again. John will be much less free to make little visits to unimportant former princesses, and probably busy finding himself a suitable wife to mother his children and secure his bloodline.

Finally, dinner ends without anyone losing their temper, and the others retreat to the green parlour as you escort Nikolai to the next room. Farah and Soap stay by your side, although Nikolai’s own guard is dismissed.

“I had hoped to speak with you privately,” Nikolai says, raising his eyebrows at Farah pointedly.

“Commander Karim is my personal guard, as well as my friend. She would soon know anything you had to say to me regardless, so if you cannot say what you wish to in front of her, consider holding your tongue.” You sit, and Soap settles himself at your feet, the very picture of a loyal hound. “Now, what can I do for you, sir?”

“You should take me as your husband. Forget whatever deals you have made with John. Forget that idiot cousin of yours. I know wha it means to rule. You would not have to worry about any more wars with my people, or anything at all. I would gladly lift all burdens from your lovely shoulders.” He makes his bid standing before you, keeping a safe distance, wary of Soap’s sharp teeth. “I would treat you well, your majesty. Like you deserve.”

You sit back in the chair, eyes half lidded, giving no emotion away, although you almost wish to laugh at the audacity. “Is that all?” you ask mildly.

“Would you like more?” he asks. “Favourable trade agreements, perhaps, or land? My own lands lay just across the border, I could cede them to you. Name your desire, my lady, and you can have it.”

“I desire nothing that you could give me, except to deliver my sincere wishes that my dear cousin sets aside his ambition for the throne. John has made a fine king for these past few years, and I hope he continues to be for many more.” You smile, all polite restraint still. “Is there anything else that you wish to say?”

Nikolai looks at you, eyes narrowing slightly, his calculation of you changing somewhat. He’s not pleased by your refusal to even entertain his offer, but not surprised either. “Such loyalty, despite what he did to your father. How has he earned such devotion?”

“By being a good man, and improving the lot of my people. There is nothing else I need from him.”

Nikolai nods. “I see.”

“I hope you’ll excuse me, I’d like to speak with Commander Karim. I believe the others have returned to the green parlour, if you’d like to rejoin them.”

He doesn’t balk at the dismissal either, just gives a shallow bow and leaves.

“That was the right response,” Farah says approvingly. “If he though there was even a chance to gain your hand he would spend the rest of the evening behaving very badly. It would not look good if John or Ghost hits him.”

Soap gets up from his spot on the floor and trots behind a chair, the bone crunching sound of his transition filling the room for a moment. “Sweetpea,” he says, his fingers gripping the upholstery nervously. “I think there’s somethin’ you should know.”

“What it it?” you ask.

He swallows hard, blue eyes darting between you and the door. “John intends to marry ye tomorrow. He figured if he manuevered things just so hat you wouldn’t be able to refuse him, but I think you ought tae know.”

Farah goes extremely still, her eyebrows snapping together with an almost audible click. “He didn’t tell you?”

You drop your head into your hands, trying to control the spike of anger. “Oh, I’m going to kill him,” you say. “I am going to murder that man.”

“I will assist,” Farah promises.

“I am sorry I didnae say somethin’ earlier,” Johnny says, shoulders raised defensively, as though he still expects that you might shout at him. “I shoulda. S’just— It’s Price. He’s been good tae me. But yer so sweet, and you deserved tae know.” He looks a bit green from betraying his friend’s trust, but relieved too. It must have been weighing heavy on his mind.

You stand, and walk over to him, cupping his face gently between your palms. “Thank you for telling me.” Impulsively, you press a kiss to his mouth, not expecting the enthusiastic response. He pulls you closer, arms sliding around your back, his tongue lapping across your lips. He kisses messily, without much finesse, but it’ sweet, in it’s own way, how excited he is about it.

Your hands skirt down the tops of his arms, finding the raised edges of scarring you hadn’t noticed under all his freckles. Bumpy, textured skin, like there was sand trapped under the surface. In his wolf form he has bluish grey patches here, and running down his spine and legs. Did the pattern follow the scarring? Or was it just coincidence?

“No kiss for me?” Farah asks. You can hear the smirk in her voice even before you release Johnny and turn around.

“Would you like a kiss, Farah?” you ask.

“Maybe,” she says non-commitally. “Later, perhaps. Do you want to rejoin the others?”

You shake your head. “No, would you mind letting John know that I’m turning in early? Since tomorrow will be such a busy day.”

Farah levels another one of her impressive frowns at you. “I don’t want to leave you alone while those barbarians are here.”

“Johnny will come with me. And he’ll stat with me tonight?” You glance at him for confirmation. “So you can take some time for yourself, Farah. He’ll keep me safe.”

“He had better. I’ll see you in the morning, princess.” She gives Johnny a stern look before she nods to you and leaves the room.

It takes a moment for Johnny to shift back into a wolf, but you step out into the hallway as soon as he does, resting a hand on his head as he trots beside you, tail wagging. You’re quiet, not just because your companion can’t speak, but because you have a lot to mull over. The initial anger has subsided into resignation. You should have known that Price would hear only I’ll support you in any way you need and not your refusal to become his wife. He really is the most infuriating man you’ve ever met in your life.

You are disappointed in Kyle and Ghost as well, but you suspect that Kyle had been about to tell you when the ambassador arrived and John called you down.

The two of them are waiting outside your room, however, with sober, contrite expressions. Well, Kyle, anyway, but here’s an unease to Ghost’s posture that communicates that he feels much the same way, his shoulders tense and head hung low, like a dog waiting for a beating.

“Johnny told me,” you say, because there can be no other reason for their guilt.

The twin exhales of breath almost make you laugh. “We should’ve told you right off,” Ghost says. “Didn’t want to go against John, but—”

“It’s alright, I understand.” And you do, if you’re being honest. It would be foolish to expect them to take your side right away. That they are now still means something. “Do you think I should go through with it?”

Soap wuffs, and Kyle and Ghost look at each other.

“Yeah, we do,” Kyle says.

You regard them for a long moment, and then open your door. “Come in, please.” They follow, and you close the door behind them. The dress sits on a form by your closet, dark green and beautifl. The cream embroidery makes sense now, you can feel the prickle of magic lingering on the weave. You dispell it with a thought, and the illusion melts away, leaving a white gown behind.

“That’s that then.” You sit on th edge of the bed with a sigh. Soap hops up and curls around your back, and Kyle and Ghost settle on each side of you. “I’m going to be queen after all.”

“You’ll be good at it,” Ghost assures you. “You’re smart.”

“And kind. Well reasoned. You care about people, understand them better than John does,” Kyle continues, taking one of your hands, tracing a finger over your knuckles idly. “I think the people need you. Should’ve heard how excited Rosie was about you comin’ back.”

“I haven’t earned that,” you protest. “I haven’t done anything foranyone yet. I have no idea how—” You stop yourself short. Of course you have an idea of what to do. The entirety of your childhood was spent dedicated to learning everything there was to know about being queen. It’s been your destiny before you understood what fate meant.

Everything you learned has just been shoved aside, locked away. It’s time to remember, and accept your role. It’s all a part of you, the good and the bad.

Even the crown.

“Thank you for telling me, even if it does come a little late.” You squeeze Kyle’s hand and pat Ghost on the knee. “I do hope you’ll be more forthright in the future.”

“We’ll ‘ave t’be,” Ghost says. “Can’t be lyin’ to the queen now can we? Not even if John tells us to.”

“Certainly not,” Kyle agrees. “Now, do you want your hair braided for tomorrow? I’m sorry— About yesterday, I—”

“Consider it forgiven. Just don’t do it again!”

You do accept the help with your braids, focusing on sectioning and braiding thr front while Kyle works from the back, summoning a pair of hands that mirror his movements neatly. Ghost and Johnny sit close, watching with curious eyes.

It takes a while— You’re not sure how long— and you’re yawning by the time you’re through. Soap has his head leaned on Ghost’s thigh, half asleep. Ghost hasn’t moved since he settled there, still as a statue. You thank Kyle for his help. You’re not sure that your curls would be in good shape if you left them loose another night.

You stop Ghost when he says goodnight, tugging at his sleeve before he opens the door to leave. “I’ve kissed Kyle and Johnny,” you admit. “And John. Would you like a kiss too? It only seems fair, since I won’t be able to do it again when I’m married.”

“Close your eyes for me,” he says, and you do immediately, your face tipped upwards. You hear the shift of fabric, and then his fingers brush your jaw, so gently, holding you still as he leans in.

His kiss is almost unbearably sweet, soft and gentle, no push to deepen the kiss until you pitch up onto your toes to press closer, hands gripping his shirt. You can feel the scrape of stubble on your chin, smell smoke and cedar on his skin. There’s a slight dip on his upper lip, a scar that hadn’t been visible at dinner the first night, with you seated on his other side. You hum, touching the spot with your tongue. He growls in response, crushing you closer for just a moment before he lets you go.

You wait until he says you can open your eyes before you do. The skull mask lets you see his eyes properly, and there’s fondness shining out from them as he looks at you.

“Goodnight, princess,” he says softly.

You catch his arm again. “Will you walk me down the aisle?” you ask. “It’s fine if you’d rather not, but you’ve been my guardian for a long time. Kate’s the only other person who would do, and she hates being in the centre of things.”

His eyes crease with a smile. “I’d be honoured.”

Soap stays underfoot while you get ready for bed, until you shoo him out of the bathroom so you can change into your nightgown. He whines outside the door, which makes you laugh. “Just a moment, you silly boy,” you scold him. “I’m not letting you see me undressed again.”

He sighs audibly, and there’s a thump as he flops onto the floor.

The two of you settle into bed shortly after, and you fall asleep quickly, arms curled around his neck.

A few hours later, the door to the balcony opens, so quietly that you might not have fully noticed it if not for the way Soap tenses, silently wiggling free of your arms.You squint into the darkness, but there’s not enough light for you to see anything.

“I’m going to turn on the light,” you breathe, barely putting any power behind the words, trusting Soap’s canine ears to pick up what you say. “Close your eyes so it doesn’t blind you. In one, two three!” You reach over and tap the lamp, screwing your eyes shut against the sudden glare as you tip yourself off the bed and onto the floor.

You hear muffled swearing, and peek over the edge of the bed as Soap launches himself at Nikolai’s giant, masked bodyguard, teeth bared in a terrible snarl.

You scramble up and run for the door. “John!” you shout, and then turn to help Soap, although you’re no fighter. You couldn’t just leave him to deal with the man alone.

Soap is growling fiercely, his teeth sunk deep into the man’s arm, but the giant has a knife in his other hand, already slick with blood. Soap’s fur is matted down around his ribs, stained rusty red.

You grab the giant’s other arm and hold on tight, digging in your heels to keep him from stabbing Soap again. He shakes him loose instead, throwing him by the scruff into the bookcase, breaking shelves with a splintery crash. He jerks his arm to shake you loose as well, and backhands you, sending you stumbling backward.

You catch a glimpse of blood-shot, malicious blue eyes through the holes in the giant’s mask, and then a huge hand grips you by the throat, cutting off your air. He raises the knife.

A dark shape hurtles into the room, and the giant lets you go with a pained shout. You land hard, breathless, and John grabs you, hauling you up and putting his broad body between you and the grisly scene that is surely unfolding behind him. The sound of a knife cutting into flesh, over and over and over, the giant begging for mercy until he fell silent.

It’s awful. Your stomach churns, but you manage to not throw up.

“Sweetpea, are you alright?” John asks, pulling your attention back to him, gripping your shoulders just a little too hard when you try to look around him again.

“I’m fine— Soap’s hurt.” You look for him and find him right where he’d been thrown, although he’s staggering up onto his paws now, blue eyes unfocused, blood still oozing from the wounds on his side. Shaking loose from John, you rush to his side, throwing your arms around his neck, pressing your face into his fur. He leans into you, somehow managing to lick your ear.

John kneels down beside you and places a hand on Soap’s flank. Blue light flares between his palm and Soap’s injury. “There we go. Good boy,” he says softly, patting Soap on the head as he stood up again. “Kept our girl safe.”

There’s a commotion in the hallway now, guards and servants and Kyle pushing their way into the room. You sneak a glance at Ghost. There’s a slash through his shirt-sleeve, and a cut dripping blood onto the floor, but he seems unhurt otherwise. The giant however— You take one look at the spreading pool of blood and the mess of blood and bone and press your face back into Soap’s ruff, shaking.

John picks you up and carries you across the hall to his study so that the guards can get into your room to deal with the body. You look at Ghost over John’s shoulder. “You’re hurt. Let John heal you.”

He shakes his head. “Waste of magic. I’ll be fine.”

“Will you let me clean it up at least?” you ask. “I don’t want it to get infected.”

He huffs. “Fine.”

John sets you down, but your legs don’t feel steady yet. You lean into him for support, glad for the warm, solid bulk of him. He holds you until you stop shaking, barking orders over your head.

You press your face into John’s shirt when Soap shifts back into Johnny, the sound of bone crunching and tendons snapping a bit too similar to the sound of Ghost turning the giant into a bloody mess. There’s some kerfuffle as someone brings tea and supplies for you to clean Ghost’s wound, and John finally lets you go so you can get to work.

You focus on washing away the blood and dabbing stinging antiseptic onto the cut as Knight Captain Keller steps into the study to report. “We’ve had the ambassador confined to his quarters,” he says. “You may question him at your leisure. Gaz is laying wards on the room to keep him from working some nasty Kastovian magics. Should I arrange extra security for the ceremony tomorrow? Or do you think it best to postpone.”

“Extra security. Thank you, captain. Did the giant survive?”

Alex snorts, and then glances at you, his expression a hair guilty. “Um, no sir. I doubt his own mother would recognize him now.”

Ghost flexes his hands. His knuckles are bloody, so you clean up that blood too. Once the door shuts behind the knight captain, he takes his shirt off to make it easier for you to bandage his arm. You try to keep your eyes from wandering over all his pale, marred skin. There’s so many scars that you can hardly bear to think of how much violence he’s endured.

“I don’t think Nikolai was behind this,” you say, glancing at John as he sits heavily in his chair, running a hand over his beard tiredly. “He has nothing to gain by killing me. I don’t believe he’s any great champion of my cousin’s.”

“Why do you say that?” John asks.

“He proposed to me earlier, and called Phillip an idiot— And with lands along the border, he would put his own territory at risk if there is another war. It’s more likely that the assassin was paid directly by my dear cousin.” You wind a length of clean linen around Ghost’s bicep, tying it tight.

“He proposed?” John asked, focusing on the wrong part of your words.

“Yes, but—”

“What did you say?”

You consider telling him that you know what he plans, but there’s something satisfying about making him sweat a little bit. “I’m not sure that’s any of your business.”

“I beg to differ. I’d like to know all the same.”

You meet his eyes evenly. “I turned him down.”

John takes a deep breath in and lets it out slowly, looking relieved. “Good.”

Johnny huffs, staying uncharacteristically quiet. He looks worn out, the toll of shifting back and forth and his injury leaving him exhausted. He’s eaten everything on the plate someone brought up, leaving only crumbs.

You’re tired too. The shakes have finally subsided, leaving you with nothing, a candle burnt down to sputtering wax. “I’d like to go back to bed. I don’t suppose I can go back to my own room yet?”

John shakes his head. “It’ll take a little while to clean up. You can sleep in my bed. I’ll be up a while yet, I’ll find somewhere else for the night.”

You nod, and glance at Johnny. “Will you come with me?”

He nods, gulping down the last of his cup of tea. “Aye. Keep ye safe if anyone else tries anythin’ foolish.” He folds himself back into wolf shape while you say goodnight to John and Ghost.

They bid you goodnight as well, although there is some envy in their eyes as they watch you slip through the door into John’s room, Soap by your side.

Soap sniffs around the new space suspiciously, and only settles into the bed beside you once he’s satisfied that there’s nothing amiss, laying his head across your stomach, ears perked up, flicking around at every little noise. You tap the lamp and close your eyes, comforted by his vigilance and warm weight and the pillow that smells like John, warm spice and tobacco smoke.

You try not to think about anything else.

I'm so sorry this took 9 million years to post, I wrote it by hand in July and just did not type it. But the good news is that Chapter 6 is also written and I am dedicated to getting it done so expect that before the end of the month. I love you all, thank you so much for your patience.

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[theroyalsims]

ROYAL WEDDING UPDATE: SCENES FROM INSIDE THE ABBEY

The royal wedding has begun!

Before the bride graced everyone with her presence, Princess Ingrid walked down the red carpet. Dressed in a light blue dress, the bride's maid of honour led the adorable and well-behaved page boys and bridesmaids down the aisel.

As Anya finally started her walk towards her groom and the bridal march began to play, an awe-struck crowd filled the Abbey with silence.

Her Royal Highness walked down the aisle with her father, Prince Jacques. An emotional Prince Jacques was seen holding back tears as he held his eldest daughter's hand.

Gus also appeared visibly shaken when he first caught sight of Anya, all dressed in white. The groom was smiling ear-to-ear as Anya walked closer to him.

At the altar, Prince Jacques lifted Anya's veil and gave her a big hug before turning to Gus and giving him a fatherly pat on the back. Although the choir drowned out the audio, lip readers claim that Prince Jacques told Gus to "please take care of my beautiful daughter." Gus reportedly responded, "I will, sir. I promise."

The ceremony itself was kept short and simple, with the Archbishop of Brindleton officiating. The vows followed tradition, and surprisingly, both the groom and bride got each other's names correctly (that's Anastasia Madeleine Theodora Helene for Anya and Baris Gustavo for Gus)!

Their wedding bands are said to be crafted from Brindleton gold, much like the ones The Queen and Prince Jacques are wearing. Anya's wedding band is a thin, plain, gold band perfectly complementing her already grand diamond ring. Similarly, Gus now wears a thicker, albeit plain, gold band on his ring finger.

The Queen was also caught on camera, hiding under her hat as she wiped away tears. Upon noticing, Prince Jacques wrapped an arm around Her Majesty's shoulders and have her a sweet hug.

=== STAY TUNED FOR PART 2! ===

[steddieas-shegoes]

the jester wears the crown

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'royalty au' rated e | 18+, minors dni wc: 779 cw: semi-public sex (they don't get caught) tags: king steve, court jester eddie, established relationship, blowjobs

special big shoutout to @stobinesque and @t-boyeddie for the two line suggestions that really helped me form this drabble during a bit of a writer's block. so many hugs for you both!!!

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The doors opened again, revealing the court jester and a few of the kids who he often dragged into his schemes around the castle.

Steve stopped talking for a moment, distracted by their presence despite his diplomatic conversation.

The plan was for the jester to make an appearance towards the end of dinner in order to distract people from serious conversations, start preparing them to retire for the night, and hopefully keep things lighthearted through difficult conversations. This was a bit earlier than Steve hoped for, but he couldn't find it in him to care too much.

The jester made his rounds, boisterous laughter filling the room from every table. Steve watched out of the corner of his eye as he leaned down to tug something out of his pant leg, causing the guests around him to let out peals of laughter.

One of their more esteemed guests of the evening, a visiting prince, walked up to Steve with a quick apology for interrupting.

"Your majesty, your court jester is hilarious! Where did you find him?"

Steve smirked.

"That's my husband."

The visiting prince looked stunned, giving a small nod and excusing himself.

It wasn't common for a king to marry a man, and even less common for them to marry a commoner. But Steve had been with Eddie for nearly six years before he even had a crown on his head, and nothing would have stopped him from forever with him.

Eddie was good at his job, all aspects of it, from casual fun for parties to easing a room of people into a calmer atmosphere.

Because of this, the room full of people slowly dispersed to their designated quarters including the insufferable king and governor he'd had the unfortunate duty of entertaining all night.

When the room was empty of all people but Steve, Eddie, and the guards, Eddie looked up at Steve on his throne.

"Your majesty, I beg to speak with you," he yelled across the room, ignoring the laughter of Steve's personal guard, Hopper.

Steve rolled his eyes fondly and gestured for him to come closer.

Eddie rushed forward, taking the few steps up to his place above everyone and dropping to his knees.

"I wish to share your time privately," Eddie started.

Hopper coughed next to him, brow raised.

"You wish for me to send my guards away?" Steve asked, playing along with Eddie's theatrics. "How should I know to trust you?"

"I would rather chop my own hand off than harm you," Eddie said seriously.

Steve smiled down at him.

"As you wish." He turned to Hopper and told him to clear the room and ensure no one came in. He was past being embarrassed about their activities in shared spaces.

Once the room was cleared, Eddie made to get up, reaching up to remove his hat, but Steve stopped him.

"Stay. You look good on your knees."

It wasn't the first time they'd done this, and certainly wouldn't be the last.

"Come here." Steve's voice commanded him in a way he so rarely did. Eddie scooted the two feet it took to be at his feet, eyes wide as Steve looked down at him. "You spent the evening entertaining everyone but me. I'd say it's my turn, wouldn't you?"

Eddie nodded, throwing his hat off his head and leaning forward to unbuckle Steve's belt.

"What do you want from me?" Eddie asked.

"Your mouth. Need your mouth."

The words had barely left him when Eddie leaned forward to untie his pants, get his hand on his cock, and swallow it down in one go.

It never lasted long when they were both this hungry for it, especially not when he was on the throne.

Eddie's mouth was hot, drool dripping down the length of him, probably leaving a mess under him.

They were both moaning, echoes bouncing off the walls. Neither of them cared much about passing guards overhearing; Most guards in the castle were used to tuning out any proof of their insatiable appetites.

"Love, I-"

Steve couldn't hold back his release if he wanted to, the warning coming just a bit too late.

Eddie groaned around him, swallowing down his cum like he would die without it, like he'd been waiting all night for this moment.

He pulled off with a pop, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed as he looked up at Steve.

"Did I service you well enough tonight, my liege?"

Steve pulled him into his lap, his lips hungrily attaching themselves to Eddie's.

When he pulled away, he reached up to the crown on his head.

He placed it gently on Eddie's curls.

"Your turn," he winked.

[empiredesimparte]

Live broadcast of ‘Le Sacre de Napoléon V’ on the national channel Francesim 2, hosted by Stéphane Bernard

(Another journalist) We see the imperial couple's carriage leaving the Palais des Tuileries, the ceremony is starting! (Stéphane Bernard) Yes, my dear, here we are. This is a historic day for all of Francesim!

(Stéphane Bernard) Look at these images of the majestic Notre-Dame Cathedral, where the heads of state are taking their places. They are the first to enter, as per His Imperial Majesty's wish. Of course, this is excluding the journalists and cameras. We live in the era of communication. (Another journalist) It's also the first time under the French Empire that the coronation is taking place in the presence of foreign leaders. (Stéphane Bernard) Yes, if you like, it's a completely different atmosphere compared to the coronation of Napoleon IV in 2001, or year 209.

(Stéphane Bernard) His approach was more traditional. It was necessary to win back the French people. Thus, all the guests – around ten thousand – were French. It was also necessary to "introduce" oneself, which is why the emperor focused all the images on his person, the new aristocracy, and the imperial splendor.

(Stéphane Bernard) Today, in 2022, 21 years later, Emperor Napoleon V enjoys a popularity that nearly reaches 80%! You understand, the issues are completely different now. Napoleon V's coronation is a soft power operation. It's subtler than with Napoleon IV: by using symbols of the monarchy like the orb representing universalism, the splendor, and traditions, he strengthens the image and cultural influence of Francesim worldwide. This grand event showcases the stability and grandeur of the nation while cultivating a sense of national pride.

(Another journalist) Is it also a way for a young emperor like Napoleon V to assert his legitimacy in front of other crowned heads? (Stéphane Bernard) No, I don't think so. Allow me to say that this would be a very mistaken interpretation of the ceremony. The Emperor of the French derives his legitimacy solely from the French people. The other heads of state, or God, have absolutely no role to play in this process. It is a solemn moment where the sacred bond between the sovereign and his people is celebrated and renewed, without external interference. That is why the heads of state and ambassadors are not filmed during or after the ceremony.

(Other journalist) Wait, Stéphane, let me stop you right there. Le sacre is a religious ceremony. What do you mean? (Stéphane Bernard) I will delve into this more during the ceremony, but it is crucial to distinguish the different moments of the coronation. Religion, while important, constitutes only a part of it: the anointing. Note that there are few sacral monarchies in Europesim today. The Empire of Pierreland is one of the rare countries that have preserved this grand religious tradition. In Francesim, Emperor Napoleon IV chose to reinstate the coronation for reasons other than legitimacy. Emperor Napoleon III, for example, was never crowned! (Another journalist) The imperial procession is now on the Champs-Elysées. Oh, look, Stéphane, the first images of Their Majesties!

(Stéphane Bernard) Admire Their Majesties in their Petit Habit de Sacre, an outfit elegantly inspired by the coronation of Napoleon I. This traditional French attire, reserved for the most solemn occasions, is today enhanced by a touch of originality unique to Napoleon V: he proudly wears the famous bicorne of his illustrious ancestor, Napoleon I. (Another journalist) I must say, it's quite something to see a Simparte wearing that famous hat! (Stéphane Bernard) For the most fervent Simpartists, it is truly a relic.

(Stéphane Bernard) Empress Charlotte, on the other hand, is adorned with the prestigious ruby set of Marie-Louise of Austria, created by the renowned court jeweler, François Regnault Nitot. She is also wearing the famous diamond necklace of Queen Marie-Antoinette. A curious choice, considering the tumultuous history associated with this piece, but it remains spectacular nonetheless. If my memory serves me right, this necklace is composed of 650 diamonds. (Another journalist) Yes, about 2800 carats in total. Their Majesties appear to be in exceptional form. Our colleagues at the Palais des Tuileries this morning reported that the emperor was particularly cheerful.

(Stéphane Bernard) Yes, a lot of emotions will affect him today. Right now, before our eyes, he is still a secular figure like all of us. But when he takes his oath to the French People shortly, he will no longer be the same man. Numerous rites will transform this private individual into a mystical figure: the Emperor. This is what we will witness today, the transformation of our dear sovereign.

(Stéphane Bernard) The imperial procession is now in front of the Arc de Triomphe de l'Étoile, this emblematic monument of Napoleonic heritage. Built under the orders of Napoleon I, magnified by Napoleon III and Baron Haussmann, this grand edifice embodies the glory and victories of the Empire. Let us not forget the famous promise of the Emperor to his soldiers: "You will only return to your homes under triumphal arches". (Other journalist) Indeed, this is a very symbolic step in the procession.

(Stéphane Bernard) Absolutely. The imperial procession recently passed the Palais Royal, which was once the seat of the Tribunat during the Empire. Today, this iconic place houses the Ministry of Culture as well as the Constitutional Council. Now, the procession is about to cross the Pont-Neuf to reach the cathedral through the grand west entrance. On this sacred day, the imperial couple is the only one granted the honor of entering through this majestic gate. The guests, on the other hand, enter the cathedral through the north facade.

⚜ Le Sacre de Napoléon V | N°7 | Francesim, Paris, 28 Thermidor An 230

The imperial cortege made its way to Notre-Dame cathedral in Paris, while the coronation guests took their seats. It was broadcast live on television by Stéphane Bernard, the famous journalist for the crowned heads in Francesim.

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⚜ Guests at the coronation

TIM, Emperor David I and Empress Katalina of Pierreland (@officalroyalsofpierreland)

HRH, Prince Oliver, Duke of Rothsey (@officalroyalsofpierreland)

HIM, Queen Viviana II of the Ionian Union (@funkyllama)

TM, King Arnaut and Queen Lorraine of Uspana (@nexility-sims)

HM, Queen Anastasia of Carrington and HRH, Prince Hisirdoux, the Duke of Clois (@royalhouseofcarrington)

TRH, Crown Prince George, Duke of Everton and Crown Princess Anne, Duchess of Everton (@crownsofesha)

HRH, Margaret, the Princess Royal of Corrilea (@theroyalsofcorrilea)

HM, Queen Diana and HRH, Prince Gerhard of SimDonia (@bridgeportbritt)

HRH, Madame Royale Eleanor de Thornolie (@theroyalthornoliachronicles)

TM, King Giovanni and Queen Consort Cassandre (@royalhouseofcardsleyts4)

TIM, The High King and High Queen of the Presean Empire (@stthomaspalace)

TM, King George I and Queen Elizabeth of Illyria (@the-lancasters)

TRH, the Duke and Duchess of Marseille and Saint-Lyon (@sosa-royals)

HM, Rosalind II, Queen of the Armoricans (@armoricaroyalty)

HM, King Arthur of the United Kingdom of Prydain and Voltadelmar (@prydainroyals)

TRH, The Prince and Princess of Belen (@housekonig)

HIH,  The Princess Imperial Eliana of Alexandria (@thealexandrianroyals)

TM, Queen Najwa and King Abeni of Oasis Springs (@hrh-the-royals)

TRH, Crown Princess Emeline and Crown Prince Cedric of Whitmore (@whitmoreroyals)

TM, King Oliver and Queen Charlotte of Cedoria and the Isle (@thebaillieroyals)

TM, King James II and Queen Alibhe of United Kingdoms of Great Briton and Ériu (@trhor)

Her Majesty Queen Irene and HRH Prince James (@albanyroyals)

⚜ Traduction française

(Autre journaliste) On voit le carrosse du couple impérial quitter le palais des Tuileries, la cérémonie commence ! (Stéphane Bernard) Oui mon cher, ça y est nous y sommes. C'est une journée historique pour la Francesim toute entière !

(Stéphane Bernard) Regardez ces images de la majestueuse cathédrale Notre-Dame, où les chefs d'État prennent place. Ce sont eux, les premiers à entrer, selon le souhait de Sa Majesté Impériale. Bien entendu, si l'on met de côté les journalistes et les caméras. Nous vivons à l'ère de la communication.

(Autre journaliste) C'est la première fois d'ailleurs sous l'empire français que le sacre s'effectue en présence de dirigeants étrangers. (Stéphane Bernard) Oui, si vous voulez, c'est une tout autre ambiance que le sacre de Napoléon IV en 2001, ou l'an 209.

(Stéphane Bernard) Son approche était plus traditionnelle et orientée vers un nationalisme assumé. Il fallait reconquérir les Français. Ainsi, tous les invités – environ dix mille – étaient français. Il était également nécessaire de 'se présenter', c'est pourquoi l'empereur a focalisé toutes les images sur sa personne, la nouvelle aristocratie et le faste impérial.

(Stéphane Bernard) Aujourd'hui, en 2022 soit 21 ans plus tard, l'empereur Napoléon V bénéficie d'une popularité qui frôle les 80% ! Vous le comprenez bien, les problématiques ont radicalement changé. Le couronnement de Napoléon V est une opération de soft power. C'est plus subtil qu'avec Napoléon IV : en utilisant les symboles de la monarchie comme le globe qui représente l'universalisme, le faste et les traditions, il renforce l'image et l'influence culturelle de la Francesim à travers le monde. Cet événement grandiose permet de montrer la stabilité et la grandeur de la nation, tout en cultivant un sentiment de fierté nationale.

(Autre journaliste) Est-ce un moyen aussi pour un jeune empereur comme Napoléon V d'asseoir sa légitimité devant d'autres têtes couronnées ? (Stéphane Bernard) Non, je ne crois pas. Permettez-moi de vous dire que ce serait une interprétation très erronée de la cérémonie. L'empereur des Français tire sa légitimité uniquement du Peuple français. Les autres chefs d'État, comme Dieu, n'ont absolument aucun rôle à jouer dans ce processus. Il s'agit d'un moment solennel où le lien sacré entre le souverain et son peuple est célébré et renouvelé, sans ingérence extérieure. C'est pourquoi les chefs d'états et les ambassadeurs ne sont pas filmés durant ou après la cérémonie.

(Autre journaliste) Attendez, Stéphane, je vous arrête tout de suite. Le Sacre est une cérémonie religieuse. Qu'est-ce que vous voulez dire ? (Stéphane Bernard) Je reviendrai sur ce point plus en détail pendant la cérémonie, mais il est crucial de distinguer les différents moments du sacre. La religion, bien qu'importante, n'en constitue qu'une partie : celle de l'onction. Notez qu'il y a peu de monarchies sacrales en Europesim de nos jours. L'empire de Pierreland est l'un des rares pays à avoir conservé cette grande tradition religieuse. En Francesim, l'empereur Napoléon IV a choisi de rétablir le sacre pour d'autres raisons que la légitimité. Napoléon III, lui, n'a jamais été sacré par exemple ! (Autre journaliste) Le cortège impérial est maintenant sur les Champs-Elysées. Oh, regardez Stéphane, les premières images de Leurs Majestés !

(Stéphane Bernard) C'est un moment marquant de cette journée historique ! Admirez Leurs Majestés dans leur Petit Habit de Sacre, une tenue élégamment inspirée du couronnement de Napoléon Ier. Cette tenue traditionnelle française, réservée aux occasions les plus solennelles, est aujourd'hui sublimée par une touche d'originalité propre à Napoléon V : il arbore fièrement le célèbre bicorne de son illustre ancêtre, Napoléon Ier. (Autre journaliste) Je dois dire que ça fait quelque chose de voir un Simparte porter ce célèbre chapeau ! (Stéphane Bernard) Pour les Simpartistes les plus fervents, il s'agit d'une véritable relique.

(Stéphane Bernard) L'impératrice Charlotte, quant à elle, porte la prestigieuse parure de rubis de Marie-Louise d'Autriche, créé par le célèbre joaillier de la cour impériale, François Regnault Nitot. Elle porte aussi le fameux collier de diamants de la reine Marie-Antoinette. Un choix certes curieux, compte tenu de l'histoire tumultueuse associée à ce bijou, mais il n'en reste pas moins spectaculaire. Si ma mémoire ne me fait pas défaut, ce collier est composé de 650 diamants. (Autre journaliste) Oui, environ, pour 2800 carats. Leurs Majestés semblent dans une forme exceptionnelle. Nos collègues qui se trouvaient au palais des Tuileries ce matin racontent que l'empereur était particulièrement enjoué.

(Stéphane Bernard) Beaucoup d'émotions, oui, vont l'affecter aujourd'hui. Là sous nos yeux, il est encore un personnage profane comme nous tous. Mais lorsqu'il prononcera son serment au Peuple français tout à l'heure, il ne sera déjà plus le même homme. Si vous voulez, de nombreux rites vont transformer cette personne privée en figure mystique : l'empereur. C'est cela qu'on va vivre aujourd'hui, la transformation de notre cher souverain.

(Stéphane Bernard) Le cortège impérial se trouve maintenant devant l'Arc de Triomphe de l'Étoile, ce monument emblématique du patrimoine napoléonien. Construit sous les ordres de Napoléon Ier, magnifié par Napoléon III et le baron Haussmann, cet édifice grandiose incarne la gloire et les victoires de l'Empire. N'oublions pas la promesse célèbre de l'Empereur à ses soldats : « Vous ne rentrerez dans vos foyers que sous des arcs de triomphe ». (Autre journaliste) C'est en effet une étape très symbolique du cortège.

(Stéphane Bernard) Absolument. Le cortège impérial est passé il y a peu devant le Palais Royal, autrefois le siège du Tribunat sous l'Empire. Aujourd'hui, ce lieu emblématique abrite le ministère de la Culture ainsi que le Conseil constitutionnel. À présent, le cortège s'apprête à traverser le Pont-Neuf pour rejoindre la cathédrale par la grande porte ouest. En ce jour sacré, le couple impérial est le seul à avoir l'honneur d'entrer par cette majestueuse entrée. Les invités, quant à eux, accèdent à la cathédrale par la façade nord.

[mercurygray]

I'm really not sure where 'Masters of the Air but it's also the Revolution and the Culper Spy Ring' came from but you know what, this was fun.

Scene: Occupied New York, 1779, or thereabouts. Wilson Callaway’s house.

It had been foolish to let him come here.

There were many things Cordelia regretted now - regretted coming home from Philadelphia and her aunt's house, regretting saying yes to Gale Cleven, when he'd said that she could be of use to them and the cause. Her father's house had his Majesty's soldiers in it, and she had good ears to hear them. But she regretted most of all that he'd chosen the world's stupidest man to be his courier in this enterprise.

John Egan was many things, and a good solider was doubtless one of them, but she was having a hard time seeing that, when he was letting himself into her second floor sitting room window in a borrowed red coat and exchanging pleasantries about the weather.

"You'll be hanged!" she'd hissed, after he'd folded himself through the window, too tall by half for everything but most especially for a spy.

"Well, you didn't make our drop, did you?" he said, pleasant as can be. "I had to make sure you were all right. No sense having our best agent aground."

"Not for the window, you lummox," she shot back, hitting him for good measure. "Soldiers out of uniform are executed as spies."

"It's what I am, though, isn't it?" he said with a grin, completely unbothered by this information. "And that's only if they catch me. Where's your dispatch? I'll take it now."

She could only glare, crossing the room to the loose floorboard under the eaves and gently prising it up so she could pull out her notes.

"Is that where you keep all your secrets?" he asked, peering over her shoulder with little-hidden interest.

"There's no love notes here," she said with annoyance, trying to keep the pile as neat as she could as she pulled out the list she'd written for Gale.

"Only because I haven't sent them yet," he replied.

She rolled her eyes. "If they don't kill you first, John Egan, it'll be me that sinks the knife."

"And I'd be pleased to die looking at someone so pretty, Cordelia Callaway," he said, still smiling. "Even if you do hate me." There were voices downstairs - her father, and another voice, male and booming. Egan froze. "Who's that?"

"Captain Semple."

"What, now? He's at inspection at this hour."

She realized Egan might know more of their British guests' schedules than he let on. "Yes, now!" Cord hissed, trying to keep her voice down. John looked around and considered his exits - the door out to the hallway and the front door, past Mr. Callaway and his guest and at least one servant who knew his face, and the window he'd climbed in through earlier.

And without any ceremony at all, pulled off his hat and belt, pulled her onto his lap, and began kissing her with an intimacy and interest she'd never previously shared with anyone, let alone him.

The door opened, and her father shouted her name, and she sprang away from Egan's lap like she was ashamed to be found there - which, for the moment, was very true. Her father was standing in the doorway with Captain Semple, the two men both wearing looks of revulsion.

"What's the meaning of this?"

"Best be leaving now," John said with a flashed grin, gathering coat, sabre, and crossbelts and making a hasty dash for the open window and the roof beyond, giving a careless salute as he went. "Captain."

Her father was still half in shock, looking from the open window back to Cordelia with apparently nothing to say, words totally beyond him. Had he seen that it was John? It would be just like her father to greet him by name - but the surprise, she thought, had covered most of their sins, and Semple wasn't a local man - he wouldn't know the face. To him he was just another smiling redcoat, set on taking his time with a pretty girl behind her father's back. Clever, really - or it would be, when she'd wiped his kiss off her lips.

"I think I'll leave you to get your house in order, Mr. Callaway," Captain Semple said mildly, glancing from Wilson Callaway's shocked face to Cordelia's flushed and embarrassed one. "Good day."

They heard Mary and her pleasantries, and the door opening and closing. Finally her father found all his thoughts, and spoke. "That was John Egan."

So he had recognized him. "It was."

"In a red coat."

"Yes." Fewer words felt safer now.

"I didn't think your inclination tended that way. To Egan."

She almost laughed, thinking of too many conversations at dinner where she'd made it abundantly clear what she thought of their tall, merry neighbor. "It doesn't."

"Then why - " Mr. Callaway opened his mouth, closed it, and apparently thought the better of his question.

"Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies, Papa," Cord said, as quickly as she could. "I promise it's…not as bad as it looks."

"And it's…not what Captain Semple saw, either," her father said, choosing his words carefully.

"No, papa, it's not." John Egan's coat is blue, not red, and we never kissed but to cover something up, and if you ask me why else he was here I don't know what I'll tell you.

Her father looked calmer now, though there was still some concern there. "Has he pushed you to it?" He didn't need to say what it was - intelligencing. Spying.

"No, Papa, I - I volunteered." John Egan couldn't push me to anything if he tried.

Her father nodded slowly, taking all of this in with the same quiet deliberation he did most things. "I'd tell you to put a stop to it but I don't think you'd heed me." He stood in the doorway, still deciding. "He's not to come to the house again, for that. I won't have you put our neighbors at risk, and I'd think Major Cleven has more sense when it comes to plans."

She nodded. "Of course. It won't happen again."

Mr. Callaway's face softened, and he reached up to stroke her cheek and press a kiss to her forehead. "My dear, darling, brave girl."

Cord closed her eyes and pressed her lips together, the memory of her earlier kiss still a ghost on her skin, the feeling of his arm around her waist, her body wrapped into his. I know what my father means by a kiss, but what do you mean, Egan? And why should it vex me so?

[leolaroot]

i wish i was half a centimetee tall so i could crawl around inside a womans body exploring the hallways and computers that represent her brain and im wearing a little hard hat and im getting tajen on a tour by like an ant or something and he takes mw into the big pump room full of pipes circulating the blood around in her body and im like woahh... and he goes yuuup. smirk. this is where it alll happens. and hes too busy being kinda cocky due to his pride of the efficiency and majesty of the infrastructure hes maintained here rhat he doesnt even notice me stripping nude and diving inside the main artery pipe and then i get sucked in and shot through the cardiovascular system until i drown in there and get caught on a corner down by her kidneys and end up causing. a massive blockage and the woman dies also

[busycloudy]

Riddle Rosehearts x MadHatter!MC

I got this idea from roseyrayschangedblogs who made Mad-ly In Love | Che'nya x MadHatter!Reader, so credits to them!

Tw: None

This fanfic is crack and fluff.

The reader is MC and goes by they/them pronouns. Reader also goes to RSA.

Riddle may or may not be ooc

Hope ya enjoy!

Riddle questions your relationship at times, but at this point he knows it's never going to make sense (Like you❤️)

"MC your mad as a hatter!" he would say, but for some reason you would always respond with "Why thank ya your majesty!" alongside a grin.

You had so many hat trinkets, hat related things, and simply hats in your room it was ridiculous. He even asked why you wear that one hat, but you ended up changing the conversation.

"Why Mr. Rosehearts, it's quite like people. I had so many choices in the world, yet I chose you" You then booped him on the nose and winked. Now you've got him all flustered and red in the face!

You CONSTANTLY fluster him, and he can never escape from it. His face is just always red now. Ace is teasing him for it.

You visit him from RSA so much he thinks he's going mad himself.

One cute thing you do with him is ask him riddles. Your favorite riddle is "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" You would just pop out of nowhere and ask him these things. You either gave him the answer at the end of the day or he would get it by the end of the day (Which rarely happens)

"MC, why do you always ask me riddles?" He asked one day. "Well Riddle, I ask you riddles all the time simply because your name is Riddle, hehehe~" you said with your adorable laugh. He's still trying to comprehend what you said.

"Off with your head!" He said as you tried to run away. "Yowch! Such a rude thing to do to a poor old, innocent hatter." You smiled. "MC you ate all the tarts!" He argued. "Not just me! Chenya to!" You defended yourself. He just playfully rolled his eyes.

Overall, you guys are a chaotic couple, and quite adorable to! You may be seen as mad, but that's just the fun thing about you!

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Tbh I didn't know how to write this, it was just a thought I came across that I wanted to write. Sorry if it's short.

Hope you liked it!

[photozoi]

Waiting for Santa Paws.

the Imp- Silken Windhound, (a very good boy most of the time, despite what the hat indicates.)

(There are times my dog looks remarkably like a meercat...)

[sashi-ya]

𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂//𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 Jugram x Arrancar! F! Reader x Virgin! Adult! Uryu. [+18]

⋆ au: some years after the war, where the Quincy have won. Uryu is +20 y/o ⋆ tw: mdni. threesome. virgin Uryu gets a lesson from Jugram. oral. cum swallowing. humilliation. cream pie. fingering. ⋆ taglist: @hohoooowhy @cyberdazetragedy @stygianoir @tsuukichan

“Haschwalt, Uryuu… when will you two cooperate to make me a little bit happier?” “ Your majesty, I am always open to do so”

White capes blowing against the sordid winds of the Silbern. Purest black strands and blonde ones, imitating the motions. Your image reflected on those glasses, and the shine of a sword that seems to balance the weight of the world on its edge.

The hollow in your chest, so dark as the void you feel in what once represented your heart. Who are these people? Why are they here? Why did they do the things they do to your people? What do they want from such arid lands, where the sun is never up and a moon shines eternally on a dry sky?

“What is this woman doing here?” the glasses wearing man asks. Your muffled gasp still audible gets to his ears.

That young adult has eyes as blue as a deep sea, and the finest face expressions you ever seen.

“Your Majesty has brought her to you as a gift, appreciate it. A true King needs to have fun sometimes too” the blonde one says, his face is barely visible underneath the Sternritter hat and the long strands popping.  

“Is not just for Uryu, Haschwalt. Share her, get along. I need you two cooperating for the greater good of the new world” the man that has brought only pain and destruction to your endless lands of sand says. And those words make you shiver, the way the blonde man gasps and how he takes off his hat… showing underneath a beautiful masculine depiction of perfection.

It won’t be admitted, until that king looking man leaves, that none of the guys standing in front of you wanna hurt you. However, you can see it in their eyes.

But your work there was, in order to have your fracciones and your life forgiven, to please the Quincy…

And just about two or three seconds after the maroon caped old man flew out of the place, both men came closer to you.

“Don’t worry, we don’t need you to do anything” the one, apparently named Uryuu, says. He assures you, in all honesty that nothing will happen to you as long as you keep it quiet.

However, the blonde one, refuses to follow Uryuu’s sayings.

“Your Majesty said we have to use her” he categorically says, so impassively it’s almost scary.

“Use her? What do you think she is, Jugram?” the dark-haired youngster says, almost bumping heads with the blonde one.

Jugram’s turquoise eyes fix on the deep blue ones that so morally are judging him, and sighs.

“You are gonna be the king, aren’t you? Why are you afraid, Ishida Uryu? Do you regret taking our Majesty’s blood? Are you sure you are on this side?”

The hate in between both men grows stronger every second it passes, and it feels like your knees will collapse soon. You need to stop them, but most importantly, make sure you will do your work… if not, there is a lot involved that you might lose.

“Jugram-sama! Uryu-sama! I’m here, willingly offering my body for you both to take as many bites as you desire from it!”

Silence takes over, their noses almost touching and their frowning so very serious now takes a glimpse of your subduing posture on the ground.

On your knees, covered by white clothes that you slowly unzip to reveal the purest form of your Arrancar body.

“Please, use me. I wanna please you both” you purr, in hopes of luring them into your trap of honey and lust.

Uryu swallows; pale cheeks blushed, sprinkled with reddish shame. Jugram tilts his head, slowly to the right. His blonde bangs softly caress the bridge of his straight nose, and an almost visible smirk garnishes his lips.

“Go ahead, future King… dig in” he murmurs, pushing Uryuu to be the one to take the first taste. Out of pure courtesy, perhaps. Or who knows why.

You nod, fixing into the deep blue eyes of the future ruler of the Quincies. “Come… sir, please” you whisper, stretching your right hand to him.

Wary steps are taken towards your submissive persona; is not that Uryuu isn’t interested in the bouncing motion of your breasts, or the fresh flesh displayed for his only enjoyment, but right now? This way? He is already an adult, but he has never… not after winning the war.

“May I ask, future King… you wish to be guided?” Jugram asks, as keen as always, when noticing Uryuu’s doubts come from inexperience.

The dark-haired man isn’t able to look you nor him in the eyes, but rather to the side. His lips semi open, the accelerated breathing, the warmth on his lips and in between his legs… a body so desperate, a mind so confused, a soul so naïve.

“Yes…” he sighs.

“Very well, then. Should I show you how to please a woman?” Jugram asks, lifting you in one swift swing up from your hand.

Uryuu fixes his glasses, using his left index to move the frame upwards. “Hnn…” he nods, this time adopting a position of a younger brother. What it takes for him to finally be taught something so basic, instead of being required to rule a new world with the blood of his friends still dripping all around.

Jugram takes a good look at your body proportions with squinting eyes. He is probably calculating where and how to touch for his motions to be the most effective. He still needs to show the future king the perfect way this is done.

When he finally positions himself behind you, a shiver runs through your back. You were there because of different reasons, but you couldn’t blame yourself for experiencing real desire for those two men. The experienced teacher, and the virginal pupil, both about to enjoy a new lesson based in your body…

When the cold hand of the blonde comes from behind, and places it over your breast, you squirm a little.

“Stay still, we are here to show our future king how to please a piece of meat like you” he murmurs, right in your ear. It makes you bite your lip; it makes you moan when he finally pulls from your hardened nipple.

Jugram shows his pupil how rock and erect your pleasure points are in between his slender delicate fingers. You look to the side, but still, you are able to see how Uryuu fixes his eyes into the turgor of your chest.  “I’m sure you know about erogenous zones; you’ve been studying the human body. This is one of them. You need to pull, touch, and if you feel fancy enough… use your mouth to do it. In fact, you could use your mouth all over… even your teeth”

The blonde, turns you to the side with no mercy. And with no mercy he also sits you over the huge white table in the centre of that cerulean lights room.  

“Never, ever you should kneel. Is the woman who should be lifted if it’s small enough for your lips not to reach her breasts” Jugram sentences; he takes it very seriously; he is raising a true king.

He cups your chest with one of his hands as his pale lips reaches for your nipple. First, the tip of his tongue. Then, the wet sensation of it, dampening your hardness. And ultimately, the sharp surface of his teeth, nibbling on them, making your head to be thrown back in total pleasure.

“See? She likes it. Now, if you want it to be faster so that you can use her insides you need to prep her” Jugram says, as if you were non-existent, like a piece of meat, like a doll to use…

And you couldn’t care less; as Jugram’s fingers open its way inside your sex. He didn’t take much to undress you, the white skirt wouldn’t cover much either way.

The pumping motions start slowly and from there the rhythm increases. Reflected on Uryuu’s glasses is the image of your body reaction to such blissful movements, going in and out, always hitting up so that you feel like you are about to burst.

“See how she retorts? It is exactly because she wants more… right, you slut? As a Quincy we should kill you, but first this hole should be useful” the blonde spits, so indecently fingering you while he does nothing but degrade you.

Uryu, who fights a moral battle inside himself, focuses on the way his white pants are now tightly crushing his erection. Why is he hard to such humiliation… when did he become the way he did? Why he is moving on his own, right now?

You whine louder as the glasses boy is also all over you in a blink of an eye. His delicate hand grab you by your cheeks, pressing hard with violence he never knew he had.

He swallows, letting his cape fall to the ground while cracking his neck. Your pleading eyes, and your opened lips are like a beautiful trap in which he had fallen.

Jugram has now added uncountable number of fingers inside you while pulls from your hair back to show your neck to his friend. Like the Devil presenting temptation to the young apprentice, he invites him to carve his teeth on your body.

And that’s exactly what Uryu does. He bites, as if he was trying to retrieve blood from your carotid, leaving marks in your skin. He takes the time, next, to smell the scent of your sweating sex flesh.

His soft lips travel up and down, the tip of his tongue too.

Jugram finds it fascinating; it doesn’t matter how much of a virgin Uryu could be, a man’s instinct can lead the way perfectly fine. And he notices, also, the way his pupil slowly kisses down your belly towards your already about to burst sex.

The blonde stops the masturbating pumps and allows Uryu to reach your folds as he can see his avid need to drink from it.

“Guess I don’t have to explain how to do that, huh?” he kinda laughs, something weird coming from the balanced man. And while Uryu gets lost in the perfume of your dripping core, he makes sure you spread your legs as it is proper.

And after slapping your inner thighs Jugram enjoys the way your eyes turn white when the tip of his next king’s tongue reaches for your salty taste.

Your belly spasms, your back arches but even if you wish you could lay on it over the table, Jugram won’t let you. His hand hasn’t stop pulling from your hair, and it’s both painful and pleasant.

“Do you think we are here just to please you? Open your mouth” he commands, moving your head towards him while he lets his zipper down.

You swallow, knowing that saliva will be the last thing you will have before his hardness hits your throat. And indeed, he lifts one of his legs over the table so that his crotch could reach your mouth, and guiding his sex inside your mouth, he makes you gag.

The frame of Uryu’s glasses carve into your thighs, as you involuntarily close your legs. He is not worried; he is actually enjoying the warmth of your skin against his blushed cheeks.

Your juices drip from the lips that once were tinted in blood, to his chin as if he was devouring a fruit. Uryu eats you out desperately; his senses have been overly stimulated and he swears he could cum by just this.

His eyes sometimes scan the way his blonde teacher makes you gag, with all of his length buried in your throat. He can only think of doing the same next. The tears running through your cheeks, the way you run out of oxygen, the protrusion of Jugram’s dick showing on your throat… why is he enjoying this? why the more you plead for mercy the more he gets harder, and harder?

In any case, the sudden explosion of your breathless climax amazes him. Uryu can feel your inner walls clenching to his fingers, and your orgasm invading his tongue.

Drop by drop, he feeds well off you. While Jugram grunts, because your mouth tries to close on its own as you come.

“Don’t bite, you bitch!” he protests, slapping your cheek hard enough to feel it but still soft enough not to hurt you. He might speak that way, but he is indeed very delicate on its own. He won’t go deeper for an inch more; he knows how not to cause you damage.

Uryu stands up, watching Jugram about to reach his own orgasm with the wetness of your mouth around his dick. He looks at his glasses wearing “little brother” with a smirk.

“I know you wanna fuck her, go ahead. Fill her cunt, I will stuff his stomach with my cum” he says, in between breathy pants. Words that surprise Uryu to no extent, where is the sophisticated Jugram he knows?

You give him a look, with blurry vision and a needy broken sight. You wanna tell him to do it, you want Uryu to fuck you and fill you up as Jugram said. You hope that your looks will be enough for him to understand, because you can’t use your mouth as it begins to get flooded with warm, sticky, white release.

He gets the message, clearly. But he is still inexpert; he thinks he knows what to do, but he doesn’t really.

Haschwalt sticks his dick out, pumping with his hands the last drops of his orgasm onto your lips. His seed drips from your lips to your neck and into your breasts, and it’s ok.

“Come on, fuck her… or should I show you that too?” he mocks his dark-haired companion while coming closer to him.

Jugram stands behind Uryu, grabbing a fistful of his straight hair. In other situation he could have been killed for doing so to the future king, but Uryu didn’t mind; he was too lost in pleasure to even think about it.

The blonde Quincy whispers on his ear, pushing him against you slowly and dominantly. “remember what our majesty told us… use her, now”

Reddish cheeks and warm breathe kissing Uryu’s lips, his eyelids sloppily falling down as he fixes his eyes in yours. His white pants fall to the ground, and the wet spot on his underwear grows bigger as his hardness does to.

You can only wait for his intrusion, eagerly to be penetrated, panting, and cleaning the still rests of Jugram’s cum off your lips and chin.

Uryu’s pale hand pump his never used sex, getting him ready to slide right in as Jugram spreads your legs surrounding Uryu from behind, leaving him in between you and him.

“Go…” he murmurs, ordering so sweetly. “Ye-yes” Uryu stutters, getting ready to fix all the time lost.

He is delicate, but it feels amazingly well. He slides in, resting, as Jugram grab him by his hip for a moment, right by your entrance. “Calm down, do it slower at first”

It’s so perverse to see Jugram believe he is the right of taking the lead, but it’s even more depraved that Uryu seems to be enjoying it even more than both you and Jugram.

“Now, begin moving… fuck her rough” the blonde finally says, while smiling so corruptly towards you as if he wanted to warn you of something. Perhaps, he was happy to find the perfect hollow to use on and on.

Like a total slave of desire, with no humanity left whatsoever, his glasses get foggy, and you take them off his beautiful face. Jugram allows you to close your legs, trapping Uryu with them around the waist.

You lift your hips up, allowing for him to go even deeper in that steady rhythm he has so easily learned to maintain. Carving nails like claws into his soft back, allowing for him to moan into your mouth, as you do the same.

Sometimes you take a look at the man who taught him; Jugram is sitting on one of the couches, ready to continue once his pupil is over.

But the one who is almost over, is you. And the grunts and moans become louder and faster. Your insides clench, milk your lover desperately. Uryu can feel it, he shakes, he bites your lip pulling with no mercy from them. You fix your eyes into his deep blue ones, mumbling something similar to an “I’m coming” and “please don’t stop”.

Of course he won’t stop, he can’t even if he wanted to. And soon after you carve your heel into the small of his back as you climax, he does to.

Uryu slams the table right next to you, as he is sweating and filling you up. What a beautiful façade of pure extasy and delicious desire…

More, I want more. From the regret to the need. Hollows might be toxic to Quincy, but Quincy aren’t toxic to Hollows… only deadly.

[luv-again]

@shadamytober

Yeah, baby! Day 25. Again, another gift I'm bestowing you all with on the behalf of my sister. She took the 'jealousy' prompt on a more envious leaning route, with Amy having to attend Sonic and Blaze's wedding (she wanted an excuse to write a bit of Sonaze too hehe) while still unmarried. Ensue shenanigans, emotional turmoil, love confessions and tooth-rotting fluff. This is the whole shebang, for sure <3

Fic under the cut x

Shadamytober - Day 25 : Jealousy

(Amy)

Today was the day of the wedding and all Amy could think about was how she wasn't the one getting married. I mean, she should be happy for her friends, right? It was the classic situation of being the bridesmaid never the bride. First it was Rouge, and Amy swears that Rouge only picked her because she wanted someone that wasn't Shadow as a bridesmaid and that was only because he was walking her down the aisle. So it was Amy to be chosen as the bridesmaid. From a hat. But no less a bridesmaid. And now she was yet again a random pick.

Amy fixed the necklace she was wearing and turned to Cream, who was tugging at her arm.

"What's the problem?" Amy tried not to snap at her friend but failed to do so.

"Maid of Honour needs you."

"Needs or...."

"Amy!" Her name bellowed from the other room. Amy sighed and walked towards the sound of the voice. She fiddled with the door handle before pushing it open. In the large room stood Blaze. She was right at the centre as people hurried around her, trying to make sure every inch of her was perfect. And she was. Her usual updo ponytail was traded for a knotted bun which had a veil hanging from it. Her extravagant dress hung down to the floor with diamontès individually sewn. Her make up was already done with a clean natural look with a pink gloss. She was a true princess. It was enough to make Amy cry for the fifth time that day. Next to her stood the Maid of Honour, Marine. Marine shooed out the other people in the room and stood by the door. Blaze let out an exhausted sigh.

"You can leave, too."

"Of course, Your Majesty." Marine stumbled out and Blaze turned to Amy.

"Are you alright?" Blaze asked with little movement.

Say no, say no. Honesty is your policy, Amy.

"Yeah, I'm great. You look amazing, by the way." Blaze smiled. She wasn't used to compliments but she was getting better at accepting them. Amy could thank the groom for that one.

"I hope you and Shadow are getting along... I wouldn't want you to be stuck with a hedgehog you don't like for the whole night." Amy smiled.

"And I wouldn't want you to be stuck with a hedgehog you don't like for the rest of your life." Blaze didn't laugh.

"Not funny. You know I don't like him. I love him." Yeah, Blaze was never great at jokes. "Just please look after him..."

"Of course! Shadow is one of my best friends. I'll look after him..." If only that were true. During the whole rehearsal dinner, he was checking up on her and looking after her. And how did she repay him? Stepping on his toes during the rehearsal of the dance. So embarrassing. He assured her that it was fine and that he didn't even feel it... but she was making him look like a fool with her lack of rhythm. They'd tried to practise long after everyone else had left but had little progress so he made her call it in for the night. Blaze smiled again. Why was everyone doing that to her? Are they pitying her? Great, that's going to make her feel a lot better.

"Thanks for being here. I don't know what I would do without you." Blaze clasped Amy's hand in her's and Amy caught a glance of her engagement ring. Another reminder that she wasn't getting married.

🩷💌🩷

"LINE UP!" Marine called from her spot at the door with Tails. Both of them had appointed themselves bosses in making sure everything went to plan. Cream was at the front with the flower Chao (a tradition where Chao threw the flowers during the ceremony. The moment Cream told Blaze about it, Blaze immediately went and added it to her wedding.) Amy and Shadow were to follow, while Marine and Tails were to be last. If only Shadow could hurry his sorry butt up. They specifically asked for all of them to be there at the right time and Shadow was late. He had a reputation for that. He'd be in for it as soon as he arrived.

"Sorry I'm late... I was on cold feet duty. I needed to make sure the groom didn't throw up on his nice suit." Amy frowned. Was it bad that Amy wished that he wasn't there and was with her instead? That way a wedding might not go ahead, and she would still have a chance at getting married before everyone else and before she's left alone. Single and alone. Or maybe she just wanted Shadow to be with her. Reassuring her. One look in his eyes and she instantly forgave him.

"Don't leave me standing here alone. We stick together. Remember?"

"Of course. But there would be no point if there was no wedding." Fair point, if that wasn't exactly what she wanted.

"I'll leave you to dance on your own and you'll look stupid."

"You seem to forget that I'm good at it and I prefer to be alone. You'll be hopeless without me." He was right. Even through his jokes, he was right.

"Outfit check." Amy ordered as she did a twirl.

"You're serious?"

"Outfit check." She twirled again and was met with Shadow's blank face. She waved at him. "Hello?"

"Uh... yeah. You look lovely." He paused and she swore she caught him eyeing her over again.

"Your turn." He paused and looked amused. "Don't make me repeat myself." He did a reluctant 360° turn. "Yup! You look good. Sol dimension attire looks nice on you..."

"Uh... thanks."

"Oi! Is it mating season or something? I said quiet!" Marine jabbed at them. Amy felt her face heat up out of pure embarrassment and Marine just smiled back at her. The doors opened up to let the Chao and Cream enter first, then it was them. Shadow held his arm out for Amy to grab and she did. She huddled up to him as if she was only safe if there was little to no distance between them. Shadow looked just as awkward as Amy. But they had to at least look like they were a pair. For show. Marine gave them the signal and they walked out onto the aisle together. 

The room was packed with people. The usual group of familiar faces, Silver, the Chaotix, Rouge, Knuckles, their kids. Knuckles had refused the place as one of the best men to help Rouge keep the kids at bay. They were struggling. It was written all over their faces. They needed a break. Possibly Amy will offer to babysit for them so they could take some time off. It couldn't be so hard.

Apart from that, the room was filled with faces Amy didn't recognise. She figured that they would be Blaze's side. Given her royal blood... there would be a lot of people wanting to see the princess get married. And the people who couldn't make it to the ceremony... they'd tune into the livestream. No doubt Eggman was watching. He seemed truly hurt when Sonic didn't invite him and pulled a stunt to gain Sonic's attention. Of course that didn't work due to the fact that Sonic had been in the Sol dimension for months and had no clue what Eggman was up to. Amy felt bad for him once he figured that Sonic wasn't going to be there. He didn't even put up a fight when Shadow told him to get lost. Times were changing and he wasn't the only one disappointed with it.

Amy looked up at Shadow, who was smiling the whole way down the aisle. At least he could pretend. It was strange to see him smile or laugh. Amy giggled and looked away just as he turned to her. Amy waved at Silver who was struggling just as much as she was. They had their reasons, but Amy thought it was sweet of him to travel all that way just for his friends' wedding. True devotion. Amy had no idea what his presence was doing to his future but Amy respected him anyway.

They had reached the end of the aisle and there was the groom, Sonic. He gave them a smile that totally blew her away. His doubts weren't there. Either Shadow did an amazing job at keeping his cold feet at bay, or... Sonic was doing a great job hiding it. Sonic nodded at them, as custom to let them go to their separate sides of the altar. Shadow twirled her to him and kissed her hand before finding his place next to Sonic.

No matter how many times she was told that he was going to kiss her hand at the end of the aisle, it still surprised her. Her stomach did flips and her heart raced so fast it could beat Sonic in a race. Amy shifted to her spot next to Cream. 

After Marine and Tails had walked down, an airy aura fell over the room. Amy looked over to Shadow, who looked like he was having the time of his life with all the quiet. He caught her staring and they locked eyes for a moment. That moment ended quickly when the doors opened up to reveal Blaze. She had chosen to walk down the aisle alone and hand herself to Sonic. Amy admired that. Even if it was just how things were done in the Sol dimension.

All the eyes were glued to her as she walked down the aisle with the bouquet of roses. She did that in honour of Amy. It made her cry when she found out. Amy tore her eyes away from the bride to look at Sonic. He was starstruck.

What she would give for a love like theirs. 

Once upon a time, she had obsession and then that faded away. She had a soft spot for Sonic for a long time and they had something going but he figured out that they wouldn't work out. They wanted different things and... now he is doing the exact same thing Amy wanted. Boy, did she want to scream at him. But she didn't. In reality, she didn't care for him in that way anymore. Sure, she did when she first found out about Blaze and Sonic, but she had Shadow to help her through that. She was lucky to have a friend like him.

Sonic and Blaze had locked eyes from the moment she entered the room and they didn't look anywhere else. It made Amy want to bawl her eyes out from pure joy for them... and jealousy. Blaze made it to the end of the aisle and handed the bouquet to Cream.

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The ceremony was lovely. Sonic truly did make an effort to be presentable and responsible to Blaze's side, but he had his mess ups. It was bad that Amy found joy in the way he stuttered through his vows that he decided to say straight from his heart instead of writing them. Of course, he saved himself in the end... Like always. Still, he screwed up. If Amy was in Blaze's shoes, she wouldn't have let that slide. Amy had looked over to Silver and they shared a look that he wouldn't have done that either if he was Sonic.

Then there were the photos. Most of the time she was standing next to Shadow or Blaze. She had to get reminded to smile because for the majority of it, all she could think about was Shadow's hand on her waist. That was not one of her best moments.

Now she was sitting at a table at the reception. Shadow was next to her playing with his cutlery until he turned to her, leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"I'm going to go get another drink. Want anything?"

"Champagne?"

"I'll be back soon." Shadow stood up and immediately swerved to a small toddler behind him. "And what do you think you're doing?" Shadow knelt down to be on the same level as the kid.

"I play." She looked up at him and batted her eyelashes... Yeah, no doubt Rouge's kid.

"I'm busy right now. Go find your Mama."

"I have?" She pointed to one of his inhibitor rings. Shadow winced.

"Do you remember what I said about that?"

"They make you superhero. I want." Shadow shook his head and the toddler started to scrunch up her face. Oh no... she was going to cry. Shadow could see it too. He picked her up and swung her round.

"You can come with me. Hang out with the superhero." She nodded and then they walked off. Amy didn't realise she was staring at him until Marine laughed.

"What?" Amy snapped. Marine continued to giggle. Amy started to feel immensely insecure. Cream decided to specify.

"Marine finds it funny how you were staring at Mr. Shadow."

"How was I staring at him?"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait. Like this." Marine tried to imitate Amy's look. Amy was not amused.

"I did not."

"You truly did. Sorry, Amy. It was very similar to how you used to look at Mr. Sonic." Amy frowned.

"Cream! Shut up." Amy got out of her seat and walked off to a different table. Maybe she could go find Silver and see how he's doing. Before doing that, she took a quick glance over to Shadow again. He was now talking with Sonic where the toddler had switched into the blue hedgehog's arms. Sonic laughed at something he, himself had said and nudged Shadow with his foot. Shadow surprisingly laughed too and then Sonic turned in Amy's direction. Amy looked away as fast as she could but could see that Sonic had noticed and was possibly telling Shadow about it. Amy walked towards Silver as fast as she could. 

Silver was sitting alone. All of the people who were sitting at his table were now mingling with others and he decided to stay put, glass of alcohol in hand. Amy kissed him on the cheek and sat down.

"How're you holding up?" Amy reached forward and rubbed his arm.

"Uhh, yeah... Could be better." He downed the last bit of his drink and abandoned the glass on the table. "I'm happy for her really... I love her, so I want her to be happy. Not miserable." He turned to her. "You're probably doing worse than I am."

"I'll admit, I would be... I'm just mad. Mad that he went through with it. Mad that he basically lied to me. Mad that he married Blaze but he would never marry me. I'm... so..."

"Mad?"

"Yeah. But most of all, Silver, he never wanted to get married or have kids with me because of the responsibility and pressure. But what does he do? Marry a princess! And he's aware of the stress and responsibilities and he still went through with it. Was it me?"

"Sometimes I find it easier to blame myself than the other person," Silver admitted. "It makes things easier for me."

"Once... I thought I was going to be the first one to get married and have kids, and now... and now... I'm gonna be the last... I haven't even dated anyone since Sonic and I claim I'm over him. How can I prove that…?"

"Amy, the answer is right in front of us. We regret things that we could never change but you're able to shape your future. We need to let go of what's holding us back and move on. You especially, it's been years. Me... I can sulk a bit longer. But you... you've had your time. You know what you want. You just need to go get it. If you wait for things to come to you, you won't have a grasp on it and it will easily fall out of your hands. If you take control and hold on to what you want... you... you can keep it. You'll be happy, Amy. I know it." Silver reached forward to grab another glass of whatever he was drinking. He had a collection sitting there. He was not moving from his spot. "Go on. You might meet him here. Some stranger could be the love of your life someday."

"Thanks, Silver." Amy stood up and gave him another kiss on the cheek before heading in the direction of Shadow. He had been taking his precious time with her drink. Shadow was still talking with Sonic.

"Pretty!" The toddler pointed at her. Amy giggled. That was sweet of her. Shadow looked traumatised while Sonic chuckled and nodded at the toddler.

"Yeah, she is. Nice going." Sonic booped the toddler on the nose and received a giggle in return. Sonic winked at Shadow before walking off. Shadow held a champagne glass for her to take.

"How's Silver?" Shadow asked. Had he been watching where she was?

"Not good."

"And you?"

"I'm good. Happy for Sonic and Blaze. Not at all wanting to be the one getting married."

"Why? I don't see the appeal. A large unnecessary party to declare things that could have just been said between the two of them. Then having the pressure that you have to stay together. Years down the track you start to resent each other and all love is gone. I'd rather not do that. ‘Death do us part’... the only thing ever dying is love."

"That is untrue."

"Oh, really? Do Knuckles and Rouge look as happy as they used to be?"

"They're tired. They have kids... They're busy. How dare you make assumptions?"

"You're right... Well, can't tell me I didn't try to make you feel better."

"So you don't hate weddings?"

"No. Not at all. You get to see two people who are madly in love share a bond. I mean after I saw Sonic... There was no doubt of the otherworldly attraction he has for Blaze." Amy couldn't help but listen to him talk. Every word he was saying lined up with her values... Maybe that's what happens when two people spend so much time together. Or maybe that's what happens when... No. Amy tore the eye contact and took a sip of her drink. She sidled up to Shadow and leaned on him. He looked down at her but didn't say anything. He knew... he had already said enough.

It was cute the way he did that. He knew exactly when to shut up. There were moments where they would sit in a car together and just sit in each other's company. He knew that sometimes just being there was good. They'd been friends for so long she forgot what he was like when she first met him. But they'd come a long way since then. They cottoned on to every emotion they had and what to do to cheer each other up. They'd go out every weekend to get dinner. They'd Facetime every night just to talk about the most random stuff... The funny thing is that it doesn't feel the same when she's with Cream. If Cream and Shadow were Amy's friends... How come it felt so different with Shadow?

Amy was cut out of her trance by the ringing of cutlery and glass. Marine. Great.

"Hi, guys! Just want to get your attention to tell you guys to sit down and hear a couple of words from the bridesmaids and best men. Starting with me." Marine's speech went on for what felt like forever and Shadow leaned over to Amy asking whether or not he should yell at her to get off the stage. Amy shook her head but laughed anyway.

Tails' was short and sweet. He didn't have much to say except how happy he was for them. The jealous thoughts started to creep back into her head.

Cream's was lovely. To everyone else. Yet again, Amy started to hate it. Cream was her best friend and hearing her talk such kind words for the couple made Amy want to swap places with them again. Amy wanted Cream to be her Maid of Honour and say all the sweet things to her and... someone. Shadow noticed her scowl come back and reached for her hand. She was distracted from her thoughts again as the heat in her face was more of a priority than her jealousy. The fingers interlocked with hers were at the front of her brain. How could he do that so easily? Calm her down with one single touch.

Shadow was up next and her eyes followed him from the moment he stood up to the stage. Shadow cleared his throat.

"I'm not good at these things but I'll try to keep it shorter than Marine's. 

“Sonic, when I met you, you were just a thorn in my side and you stayed like that for a while. Until you fell in love with Blaze. I noticed a change in you that I never thought I would see. This empathetic, caring, nurturing side... the Sonic who was madly in love. Love can change people more or so often for the better. I know from my experiences it feels like you're being drowned in your own emotions, but Sonic found a way through that. For love.

“Although, I don't know Blaze, I can start off by saying, ‘Thank you’. I've never met such a responsible and proper person like Blaze. I know for a fact she will make my thorn in my side happy.

“I know I'm not one to get all sappy and lovey-dovey but this couple right here have the love that will last forever. I mean it. I would be so lucky to have love like theirs. And even though Sonic is a thorn in my side, now he can be Blaze's. To love." Shadow held his glass up and looked directly at Amy. Her breath hitched and she forgot how to move. She didn't hold her cup in the air or clap. She was frozen from one stare.

Amy was next and she reluctantly stood up and onto the stage. She looked over at Sonic and Blaze. Blaze gave a reassuring nod and Sonic gave her a thumbs up. Helpful. Amy didn't look at Shadow in case she froze up again.

"Hi! I'm Amy for those who may not know me. Umm... Blaze and Sonic are my closest friends and I am so happy for them. This is a big step in life and if I'm honest I never thought the day would come. Marriage was never on the cards for Sonic. He told me as such but here he is. Married. Ring on his finger. In love—" Amy had to stop herself from choking up. 

"Blaze, you have never done anything wrong and I'm so happy you have found someone who can treat you right and has done as such. I mean, you're married! This day has been long awaited for you and I wish you all the best. I wish for you to live a happy life with loads of babies so I can come visit you and live the life I'll never live. Just remember... I offered to babysit for free first." Amy paused as she had gone off the script she had written a bit. Amy sniffled and her vision turned so blurry that she couldn't see her page anymore. She couldn't continue. She needed to end her speech there and then.

"I'm just so happy for you—" Amy broke down with heavy sobs but tried to play it off as happy tears. Amy held her cup up. "To the ha—ppy couple with a— beautiful life ahead of them." The room echoed her cheers with glasses in the air. Blaze had gotten out of her seat and hugged her. Sonic did the same before wrapping his hand around Blaze's waist. Amy retreated to her seat.

"Thank you for all of your kind words." Blaze spoke into the microphone. Sonic leaned in too.

"We really appreciate all of you being here."

🩷💌🩷

The dance crept up on them. Sonic and Blaze were obviously first. They were so graceful. It was a surprise to Amy. She had never seen Sonic as such. She was hoping that he'd be tripping over himself, but he wasn't... Now she's going to be the only laughing stock and she's going to take Shadow down with her. He said that he didn't care, but Amy didn't want to embarrass Shadow, even if he claimed he wouldn't.

Shadow reached for her hand. He gave her a concerned look and with his other hand, he wiped something off her cheeks... Oh. She was crying. Shadow opened his mouth to say something but decided against it. It was their cue to join in the dance as discussed, and so they did, but Amy was a mess. She was distracted and that made her dancing far worse. Of course he managed to make her look good but as soon as the dance was over, she was out of there.

Where was she to go? The bathroom. That way she could fix up her makeup and get some alone time. All of it was too overwhelming. 

She made herself at home at the mirror as she cried her eyes out. She looked up to see herself. She was a mess. It didn't matter anymore so she fell to the floor in a heap.

Moments passed and the door opened. It was Blaze. She walked over with a small bag.

"Amy... are you alright?" Amy shook her head. "What happened?" Blaze tried to bend down but her outfit was restricting her from bending down.

"It's all just so overwhelming." Amy played with the lavender butterflies sewn to her dress.

"Oh... I understand. You've crashed. Or it's the alcohol in your system." Blaze helped her off the floor. "I know it can all get a bit much sometimes but it will be your time soon. I promise. The man you have been waiting for is just around the corner."

"I'm never going to get there, Blaze. I've spent my whole life loving Sonic and now that I don't love him... I don't know whether anyone will love me."

"He will." Blaze wrapped her arms around her to comfort her as much as she could. After Amy's sniffling had stopped, Blaze went to help her with her makeup. "Plus... there is a certain eligible bachelor out there called Shadow. It's always better to have your best friend as your husband. Believe me. Sonic and I started off as friends, until he and I started to spend every day together. We'd go out for dinner and it felt different. Different... As if I could spend forever with him. If he was to kiss me... I wouldn't refuse." Blaze laughed at herself.

"What?"

"He and I used to stay over at each other's houses and by the Sol emeralds, we were NOT friends. Funny how it takes you a long time to catch on. You just have to ask yourself, if he was to kiss me... would I refuse? Friends don't think about kissing each other. Be true to yourself... Are you drawn to him more than anyone else?" Amy gasped.

She was thinking about it. What if Shadow was to kiss her? Would she refuse? If he was to sit her down in the garden and kiss her— She'd kiss back. She'd kiss back! Oh, she didn't even notice. The texts they'd send... How she'd wait all day to see his face. The way his paragraph long text messages made her feel like she was floating in the sky. The way he started to send hearts back when they'd say goodnight. The hand holding, the way she couldn't wait to see him. The whole reception she was searching for him... The dance lessons! He had feelings for her.

"Shadow... likes me? Me? The one who's been complaining ever since you and Sonic got engaged?"

"You should know, no matter how annoying someone is... if you love them, it doesn't matter. Even if they chew REALLY loud."

"Sonic used to chew with his mouth open." Blaze shivered.

"My point is... make it up to him. You owe him a dance. After all... he might get swept up by someone else..." The thought of him with someone else made Amy's brows furrow. How did she not notice before? All of the signs were there.

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(Shadow)

"I've been trying for months, and I swear to God, she's friend zoning me. She doesn't feel the same." Shadow fussed about with a bone on his plate. Sonic smiled.

"Shadow... She's dumb. It's simple... She's a giver, not a receiver. She doesn't understand when someone reciprocates... You... You can blame me for that. But trust me, ‘Plan: Best-man-and-Bridesmaid is going to work."

"It's not... I thought you were on to something but she's been thinking about herself the whole day. She's caught up in her own world. She's mad she's not married and it's really unattractive. It makes me want to scream, 'Hey, Amy! I'm blindly in love with you, if you hadn't noticed. If you want to get married so badly, I'll marry you!' How did you do it?" Sonic almost choked on his drink.

"Do what? Ask Amy out? Or..."

"I was thinking Blaze, but yeah, Amy might be more helpful."

"That... Won't help you. Amy and I... Not a story I want to be telling on my wedding day."

"'But I could talk for days about Blaze.'" 

"Shadow, you know your teasing is kinda pointless now." 

"True. I am curious... How did you do it?"

"You're lucky that I made the first move, otherwise I wouldn't be able to give you tips." Sonic started to spin the wedding ring on his finger. "Look, we… were just as bad as you two. I caught on before Blaze and so I worked up the courage and confidence to finally tell her how I feel. That's something you should do. Have another drink, that should help. Anyway, Blaze and I were sitting in the sun reading a book and I said to her exactly what I was thinking. 'I want to kiss you.' She was shocked at first but then she smiled. A smile can say it all, Shadow. But a first kiss gives you all the information you ever need."

"You make it sound so simple." 

"Because it is. You're just overthinking it. Amy is oblivious, you need to spell it out for her. But anyone can see, she feels the same. You wanted my advice... my simple line got me to this—" Sonic displayed his left hand. "—so, it worked for me." 

"I suppose it did."

"Amy's a sucker for romance. Take her somewhere away from everyone else. The gardens are perfect and tell her the first thing that comes to you."

"What if I say something stupid?"

"You're saying something stupid now.” Sonic looked around him. He frowned. “Where is my wife? Ew, that sounds weird. And possessive. Yuck! I'm gonna stick to Blaze. I want some of that cake." Sonic pointed off to the layered cake in front of them. Shadow wanted some too after hearing that. "One second." Sonic politely stood up and nodded to a couple of guests passing him. In a blink of an eye he was gone. In search of Blaze.

Shadow sat in his seat and looked around. He didn't have to sit on his own very long because Sonic returned with Blaze. Sonic winked at Shadow, knowingly. He knew something. Something... positive. Shadow’s attention was drawn to the woman in the lavender bridesmaid's dress. Amy! Blaze had brought her back to the party. He hadn't realised just how much he had missed her presence. She wouldn't look him in the eye. That was a problem.

Had he scared her off? He tried to act as nonchalant as he could, but maybe he hadn't. Maybe he tried too much. Why was it so hard? Sonic made it seem like it was a simple comment away, but to Shadow it was far more difficult.

The next second he looked for Amy, she was gone. Where? He had to find her. Make sure she was okay.

"Boy, do I have news for you…" Sonic had a cheeky smirk on his face while Blaze stood next to him with a less worrying smile. "You might have the best luck. I have confirmation that Amy Rose does in fact... drum roll..." Blaze whacked his arm.

"Sonic, don't be stupid. What he's trying to say is that Amy has feelings for you. She admitted it when I was with her. You said you needed proof. I got verbal confirmation. Are you happy now?" He was.

"She said that?"

"Was there any doubt?" Sonic shrugged. Not funny. Of course there was otherwise he would have already made his move.

"So?"

"So... Amy has gone to the garden for some fresh air." Blaze specified. "Take her a piece of cake and a drink. Then tell her how you feel." Sonic handed him the items. 

"Now?"

"It's now or never." Sonic patted his friend's shoulder. Shadow nodded. Sonic was right. If Shadow didn't do it now, he would never do it. He stood up and Blaze stopped him again.

"Be back in fifteen. I'll be throwing the bouquet then and Amy has to be there. Okay?"

"Got it." Shadow nodded and made his exit into the gardens.

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Sonic was right. Shadow always hated it when he was. The gardens were romantic and the sunset... timing. Amy believed in that. It was one thing he admired about her. Until she got impatient about marriage... but still she had good values even if she didn't stick to them sometimes.

Shadow didn't have to walk along the path long to find Amy. She was at the very edge of the gardens, where you could see the ocean. A smile found his face as soon as he saw her. The glow of the sunset made her appear otherworldly. What was he turning into? It was her. Something about her that made him so vulnerable. 

He had spent too long contemplating it. He needed to tell her. If he didn't... he'd regret and would have wasted Sonic and Blaze's wedding for no reason. 

"Pretty, right?" Amy turned to see him with a smile.

"It is..." They meant the sunset but how he wanted to tell her that the sunset was nothing compared to her. The last time he had said something like that, he'd been told he was too cheesy. That's why he kept his mouth shut.

"Oh! Is that for me?" Amy pointed to the cake he was holding.

"The cake and the drink."

"You're sweet." He should tell her now. There was a sparkle in her eye as she took the items from him.

"Amy..." She looked up from her cake with the most innocent stare he had ever seen. He backed down again and made an excuse. "You look stunning." She grinned. He loved the way her cheeks puffed out when she did.

"Thank you... For staying with me, even if I was a brat the whole event."

"I understand that you're—"

"Don't make excuses. I was out of line. But you were patient with me and I really don't know how to thank you." Amy took a sip of her drink and placed the dishes on a nearby bench.

"I don't need to be thanked. You do so much it was time you received something in return. I've never met anyone as selfless as you." Shadow took a step forward with a newfound confidence. There was a silence that neither of them were going to break. They simply held eye contact. Amy took a step closer. Their chests were touching and Amy still held eye contact as she looked up at him. Her stare spoke more than words. She wanted the kiss. He wanted to kiss her. 

She reached for his hand and guided it to her cheek. The next move was made by him. He placed his other hand on her lower back. Amy smiled back at him. Their next move was synchronised. She gripped his shirt to pull her to him just as he was lunging in for the kiss.

It was the moment their lips melded, that all barriers were knocked down. It was just them. All of his efforts were leading up to this. It was all worth it. His hand slipped to her hip as she bobbed her head forward. It was clear now. She had wanted it as much as him. They had spent so long beating around the bush but just like the sunset... it was all about the right timing. He was grateful for it all.

Good things come to those who wait.

💜💌💜

(Blaze)

It was about time they came back. Maybe it was all a mistake. Blaze shouldn't have wasted her special day on them. It was her wedding, a once in a lifetime event and Shadow hadn't come back with Amy. Amy needed to be there when she threw the bouquet. Sonic tried to reassure her.

"For all we know, it could have worked and they're out there now losing track of time. It happens! Like that one time we arrived late to Knuckles and Rouge's anniversary party."

"Don't remind me. That was so embarrassing."

"Eh, it was worth it. I would have rather spent the night just the two of us." Blaze went to smack his arm again but he grabbed her hand before she could. He was about to go in for the kiss when something caught her eye. Shadow and Amy were back, joined by the hip. It had worked! Blaze immediately threw her hand over Sonic's lips and gave him an excited look. He did not share that. After all, she had just denied him a kiss out of the blue.

"Sonic! It worked. Look." Blaze flicked her head to the two who were now headed her way. Sonic, still a bit disgruntled, shrugged.

"Great..."

"Don't be such a sourpuss."

"Well, I knew it would work, so—" Blaze didn't really care what he had to say and cut him off.

"Can I have all the women gather around in front of me? I'm going to throw the bouquet!" He gave an amused smile, kissed her on the cheek and walked off to find somewhere safe from what might turn out messy real quick. Fair enough. Amy squealed and ran to the head of the group... little did she know, she didn't need to. "Everyone ready?"

"Wait! What if I catch it?" Rouge asked. As if Blaze knew.

"Technically you're not eligible," Tails answered for Blaze. "You're already married. Out."

"Oh... Boring!" Rouge waddled off to where Knuckles was standing with their kids.

"Okay... ready?" The group nodded and got ready. Blaze smiled and turned her back to them. "Three, two, one." Blaze held it over her head, turned around and handed it directly to Amy. Amy stood with her mouth wide open. It was worth it. No doubt she was next anyway. She deserved it.

"Blaze..." Amy lunged in for a hug and started to sob. It was about time things started going well for Amy. Blaze looked over to her husband who pulled in a traumatised Shadow for a hug of their own. Blaze giggled at his reaction. He should prepare himself.

He chose Amy Rose... and they couldn't be more perfect for each other.

[theolmtales]

Mary's Tea Time (AFAB Reader)

Mary X Reader (afab)

The Queen trapped in the manor, has her eyes on you & she has decided to grace your miserable existence by extending an invitation to you for some tea. In the end, there wasn't much talking, at least on your end.

Rated: Explicit

Warning: None

The sun was high, barely starting to go down and you could hear a few birds chirping in the trees as you wait at the table. Sitting on the balcony of the misty villa, you face Mary or the Bloody Queen as the survivors call her.

She had taken a liking to you during the multiple matches you had sparred against her. Now, she had decided to extend you an official invitation to her chambers for tea. Obviously, a royal invite was not something you could refuse. You just wondered how you would be able to attend, since the survivors and hunters didn’t live in the same… space? Both parties lived in the same manor, but not on the same plane of existence, that’s what you understood.

But surprisingly enough, on the day of the rendez-vous, you opened the door leading out of your room and found yourself in the same corridor. Yet there was something strange and… unfamiliar about the place. While you were observing your environment, trying to figure out what was so wrong, you found yourself face to face with Mary’s personal butler.

While you eyed his skeleton-like appearance, he wasted no time explaining that you were currently in the hunter residences and to follow him to your destination.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to reach Mary’s room and once you entered, stating you were in shock would be an understatement. Her room was nothing like yours, or the other survivors for that matter. That’s a queen for ya, you thought.

After welcoming you to the misty villa, that’s how the butler called it, he escorted you to the balcony. Where Mary was waiting for you at a small table. The table was nicely decorated with a tablecloth featuring delicate roses embroidery. There was also a white porcelain tea set with gold accent assorted to the tablecloth. In the middle of the table, there was an assortment of cakes and other delicacies waiting for you.

‘‘Ah, finally. You almost made me wait,’’ she said with a smile almost a smirk as she looked you up and down.

‘‘Pardon me, Your Majesty. I’m afraid I’m not used to these kinds of things.’’ You replied, trying to sound polite. It did sound like something high society people would say, right?

‘‘Obviously. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity you have, after all. How lucky you are,’’ she replied, closing her black eyes in contentment, her hands resting under her chin.

So, here you were, basking in the sun as you waited for her maid to bring you more tea. You had put on your best articles of clothing, but it was pale figure in comparison to hers. While you were restrained to a certain dress code during the matches, you could wear anything you wanted outside of them. The wardrobes in people’s room were filled with all the clothes the person had possessed in their life. However, due to the situation you were all stuck in, people didn’t really bother wearing anything outside of basic clothing. Just a change of color here and there, usually.

End thus, Mary’s outfit was the first thing that struck you when you saw her sitting at the table. It was, simply put, gorgeous. She wore a knee-length black dress enhanced with white and red. A translucent red ribbon was attached to the back and trailing down behind her while slowly fading to black at the end. Her hands were draped in short white gloves and one of her hands held a simple yet exquisite red fan. Her head was adorned with a small black hat who also featured a red ribbon tied in a bow. Roses were spread symmetrically along her dress and her legs were covered by black tights with red high heels.

You could hardly take your eyes of her pretty attire. She was already a beauty with her simple red hunter dress, but now that was next level.

She takes a cup and start sipping on it, letting you take in her beauty. As she puts her cup down, she says:

‘‘My, you do know it is rude to stare?’’

‘‘Ah! I’m sorry, it’s just that it’s the first time I see you without your usual red dress. Your dress is so beautiful.’’

She put a slight irritated look on her face ‘‘You didn’t actually believe that I would wear that dress outside of matches? Please! If I had any authority over that, I wouldn’t even be wearing that thing. Such a miserable dress to have put on my person!’’

‘‘Oh, I see. It certainly is a plain dress, but I think that its simplicity makes you shine even more!’’ You say, smiling at her.

She takes a moment to look at you blankly, then give you a predatory smile. ‘‘You sure know how to pay a compliment to a lady…’’ She uses her fan to raise your chin.

‘‘But when you partake in conversation with royalty, you should know better than to run your mouth and eyes like that.’’ She says in a sweet, but cold tone.

Your eyes widen at her tone and the look she gives you, while utterly sweet, is imbued with a warning.

‘‘Now… What shall I do with such an ill-mannered little pet?’’ She contemplates her options.

‘‘Eyeing a lady with no restraint, running their mouth with no care and unable to even make a decision as simple as choosing a pastry.’’ She says with a huff, her gaze shifting at your empty plate for a short period of time.

You don’t know what she has in mind, but her tone and piercing gaze are making your imagination run wild. Your cheeks are burning up under her stare.

‘‘Since you cannot decide for yourself, let’s play a game!’’

She walks up to you gracefully and place herself behind your chair. You try to look back, but she ushes you strictly. She takes off a ribbon that was previously used as decoration on your chair and ties it up around your head, effectively covering your eyes.

She lowers her head right beside your ear as she talks to you. ‘‘Now, I’m going to make you taste some of the pastries and you’re going to tell me, which one it is.’’ You can hear her talons on the ground as she walks back to her seat. ‘‘If you answer correctly, I shall reward you. But if you get it wrong…’’ she lingered on the word. ‘‘Well, you’ll see for yourself once we get there. Now, shall we?’’

She sounds way too happy when saying that last part, but you gulp and answer her. ‘‘Y-yes’’

‘‘Yes, who? Theses manners will get you in trouble, before we even start our play pet.’’

‘‘My sincere apologies, your Majesty!’’

She humpfs and you can feel the satisfied smile in her voice ‘‘Good girl.’’

‘‘Now say aah.’’

You open your mouth, and she puts the spoon inside of it. Once the metallic taste of the spoon is gone, you feel the crispy texture of the dough first. Then, it’s soon followed by the sugary taste of whip cream mixt with something that reminded you of early summer.

You answer her once you’re done eating it. ‘‘berries tart?’’

‘‘Très bien! Now your reward.’’

You can feel her shift and after a moment of curious anticipation her nails come crazing at your wrist. You first feel her cold breath on your ear and then her lips pressing into a soft kiss, all the while she draws small symbols on the length of your arm. She ends the interaction with a soft caress on your shoulder. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

‘‘Now, let’s see if you can figure out this one.’’ She talks with a satisfied tone, probably because of your previous success.

Once again you open your mouth when she tells you to. As she puts the sweet in your mouth you can feel the tips of her fingers brush against your lips in a ghost touch. As for the sweet, the texture is soft on the inside and crispy near the edges. You take a moment to figure out the taste. But nothing comes to mind and even when you try to recall the sweets you saw on the table you can’t find one that fit. You feel a soft hazelnut flavor, among the sweetness but that’s all. So, you decide to try whatever come to your mind that could fit.

Once you give your answer, silence falls in the room. You swear the temperature drops a few degrees, despite the open balcony in the middle of summer.

‘‘…How disappointing. It’s a madeleine.’’ She finally tells you in a cold tone.

The tone makes you stiffen on your chair as you wait for her to continue.

‘‘You know what happens to people who disappoint me, right?’’ You gulp.

‘‘Time for punishment. Now, how should I go about it?’’

You wait for what seems an eternity, probably part of what Mary intends, getting anxious on your seat. Finally, you hear her moves; her chair being push on the floor as she probably gets up. What happens next makes you jump in surprise as you feel something hot be poured on your collarbones.

The liquid is hot and has a floral scent. While it doesn’t burn, the temperature is on the verge of doing so, and your skin has probably already turn red under the assault. Trying to take on the electric shock that was send to your nerves, you start to breath heavily. Gasping as the tea runs down your chest, getting in between your breasts and trickling down your belly.  Your clothes clinging to your skin, absorbing some of the heat but mostly preventing your skin from escaping it once the tea has drenched you.

Her voice can finally be heard again as you hear her put down the kettle on the nap.

‘‘Oh my, it seems there is some left. How dare you waste my most prized tea!’’

Not understanding, you start getting nervous again as you heard her footstep approaching again. Then, you feel a tongue lick at your collarbone. There were some droplets of tea still clinging to your skin and Mary made sure to lick every last drop. Her tongue going lower, until she reaches the beginning of your breast, but stops there. Only teasing you.

‘‘This is a punishment for your lack of knowledge, not a reward dear.’’ She says with her cold voice. Yet you can’t prevent yourself from feeling excited and it’s even worse with that tone she’s using.

You can hear her sit again and take something before she orders you to open. As she put the next piece in your mouth, you feel the consistence of a cake, it’s smooth and melt slightly. There’s a soft sugary taste mix with the more acidic one present.

‘‘Lemon cake.’’

‘‘Ah! Voilà une réponse qui ravie mes oreilles! Mmm… It would be a shame to waste such a delicacy.’’

Before you know it, her lips are on yours. Under your blindfold, your eyes widen at the direct action. Mary waste not time to push her tongue past your lips and have a taste of your lemon-flavored mouth. After a moment of exchanging kisses, her hands reach for your hairs and push your head back with some great strength.

‘‘Tell me pet, what do you want?’’ She murmurs.

You answer quickly ‘‘Whatever you wish, my queen.’’

‘‘Oh my, you are a quick learner.’’ She uses her other hand to caress your neck and chin as she talks.

‘‘Stay.’’

You wait in your chair as the sound of her footstep grow more distant. But it doesn’t take long for the sound to grow closer again. She tells you to stay put and you feel the rough texture of a rope bind your wrists and ankles to the chair. Once she is satisfied, she takes place on your thighs.

‘‘Now prove to me, you would do anything for your Queen.’’ She says as she pushes another piece of sweet into your mouth.

She wastes no time in opening your top. With her weapon… You can feel the broken piece of glass scratch to your skin, barely touching it, but leaving a burning mark in its wake.

Once she is done with that, you feel her shift as if she is grabbing something behind her. After that, it doesn’t take long before you feel something cold get place on the top of your breast. The sudden icy feeling makes the hair stand on your skin, giving you goosebump as she moves slowly along the marks she previously left. Leaving a trail of water behind it. Some cold droplets fall here and there with your body heat.

Your breath starts to itch as the ice come closer to your nipple. Mary makes a few circles before she presses what is left of the cube on it. The ice creates a burning sensation while as melts away, sending a sensation of excitement directly to your cunt.

Once the last parcel of ice has melted away, she takes another cube and repeats the process with your other nipple. As she moves, she takes in every little sound you make. Her eyes stalking the movements of your mouth as you find it hard to breath, because of your enhance senses. With the third cube, she slowly makes her way down to your stomach along your sternum making your breath hitch.

She then leaves you again. You can feel her staring at your disheveled state before grabbing something else on the table.

‘‘Open wide pet.’’

You do as she say, feeling the porcelain touch your bottom lip gently before she pours the tea inside your mouth. You feel the hot liquid burns your throat as you gulp it down. The tea has a gentle floral aroma with a subtle hint of bitterness. It reminds you of roses.

Some of the tea fall down the skin of your throat, leaving a burning sensation all the way down to your torso. Seeing the mess, Mary speaks.

‘‘Tsk, what a messy pet I got. How dare you waste some of my favorite tea. Well, if you don’t want it, I’ll just take it.’’

She put down her cup and you feel her put one of her knees on your side. Then a hand come to cup your chin and lift it on the side. It’s soon followed by her tongue following the lines of tea. Starting from between your breast, slowly going up your throat and stopping to nip at your jugular, before continuing until she reaches your lips. She stops right before them and leaves a soft kiss leaving you wanting more. You chase after her lips, but she backs away, putting a finger on your lips.

‘‘Tututu… Do you really think you deserve it?’’

‘‘It was an accident! I didn’t mean to drop the tea.’’ You can feel her burning gaze on you and you’re sure she’s smirking.

You follow with. ‘‘But it wasn’t wasted in the end, don’t you think it was a great way to enjoy your tea?’’

She takes a pause and knowing her, there’s half a chance she’ll agree, or she’ll be mad. But since you’ve followed her orders, she should be in quite a good mood.

‘‘Mmmh, I guess you’re right. It was quite delectable.’’

Great! Your body relaxing at her positive response.

Unbeknown to you, she notices the movement of your shoulder and smile.

‘‘I guess this deserve a reward’’ She mewls in your ear. Caressing the nap of your hair slowly.

You feel her hand go down yet again, caressing your soft body as she reaches down. She gets inside your clothes and starts stroking your clit. Once she hears you respond positively, she undoes your bottom clothes to get a better access and move her fingers more freely.

Her fingers get back near your clit, drawing circle motions slowly as she come closer. She then pass over your clit, putting pressure and inserting one finger into you. She moves them in and out a couple of time, before taking them out to go back to your clit. This time putting more pressure on it. She repeats this motions a few times until your panting and moaning.

Before you can reach your high, she takes her fingers out. You whine pathetically trying to make her come back. She tuts you.

‘‘Now, now. If you start acting up, I will need to stop this here.’’

‘‘I’m sorry, my Queen’’

You feel her frown a little, but she answers: ‘‘I really need to inculpate you with proper etiquette, but this will do for now’’

You then feel her shift on your thigh before she continues.

‘‘Open again, pet. you made quite a mess there.’’

You open wide. Eager to please her and she puts her cum coated fingers in your mouth. You waste no time in licking them clean. Doing your best to please her.

She takes out her fingers and tells you ‘‘Bien.’’ Before giving you a kiss.

Her kiss deviates to go down your neck as her tongue tease your throat once again. One of her hands find her way to your breast and start caressing them. Her other hand gets back to making you squirm.

She presses harder onto that bundle of nerve inside of you, making your moans turn into high pitched pleas. Her teeth scrap at your nipple before she takes a soft bite and start sucking on them.

Her fingers run in and out of you, sometimes switching to caress and press onto your clit. Your body feel like a furnace, and you can’t help but moans louder. You’re sure she’s pretty pleased with herself and the effect she has on you. You can feel a knot start to form inside of you, the more she plays with you.

You finally feel the knot explode. Your walls clenching around her fingers as she keeps pumping them inside and stimulate your clit to make you ride out your orgasm. You let out one last moans before trying to regain your breath and the control over what’s left of your senses. Your body feeling numbs.

As you’re coming down from your high, you first feel what you assume to be Mary soft hairs, brush against your cheeks, followed by her lips that comes to rest softly on yours. Her hands caressing your cheek, to show her approval.

She takes your blindfold off, letting it slide on the floor as it reveals your lovesick state. Your tired gaze only focused on her while you’re panting. The sudden return off light makes you blinks to adjust your sight, while she passes her thumb over your bottom lip. She smiles proudly.

‘‘Good survivor.’’

(Maybe if you’re more well behave, she’ll let you make her cum next time…)

Meanwhile Mary's maid decided it was a good time to go restock on tea leaves on the other side of the manor.

[hyperfanfictions]

Yet another royalteeth fic

The au this time is the wonderland au by @obamerzslop! Let's have a look into how these goobers met.

Fic is under the cut!

Chattering filled the halls of the court. Kinger, in his red robe adorned with fluff, sat on an elevated stool high above the floor and the jury's seats. The current case today was about a burglary in the royal bakery, and it was to be settled if the current suspect was guilty or not. The jury had a feeling the latter would be chosen, considering the king's decisions in previous cases.

But something caught his royal eye: A witness to the event.

A magician was escorted into the court and to his pedestal where he would state his views of the event, but he was soaking wet. The rain outside the castle was especially pouring this particular night. Kinger couldn't help but feel something for the stranger. This only intensified when the stranger took off his coat.

After a grueling 10 minutes of chatter, the suspect was brought into the court and the jury fell silent. The King banged his hammer.

"State your name and age, suspect." He demanded, setting down his wooden hammer. The suspect stammered, "M-My name is Ruby Vilos, I'm 24 years old."

"Are you aware of why you are here in the royal court, Ruby?"

"N-No, not really. The guards told me about a robbery of some sort..."

The King clenched his fists in frustration. "You were accused of robbing the royal bakery behind the castle, Ruby Vilos." The suspect gasped and leaned forward in denial. "Your highness, I would never do such a thing!" She was pulled back by a guard.

Kinger looked at the witness, turning to him sharply. "You. State your name and age, stranger." The witnesses shoulders jumped, but relaxed immediately after. With a bow, he introduced himself. "My name is Caine Dante, and I'm 43!" The King felt honored by the polite gesture.

"You are aware you are a witness, correct?"

"Yes sirree, your highness! Though I don't think it was her in particular."

Kinger tilted his head curiously. "And why do you think that?" Caine examined Ruby closely from his pedestal. "Well, I remember the burglar wearing a striped pink and purple suit, and his ears were very long and strange."

Kinger sighed in disappointment, lifting his hammer. "That's all I need, really. Case dismissed." He banged the hammer. Ruby was set free of her shackles and escorted out of the castle, and Kinger commanded the guards to find the robber, who he named as "Cheshire Jax".

Caine approached the King, though hesitantly. "Could I ask who this cheshire is, your majesty?" The King jumped at the sudden question, but relaxed. "Oh, just a trickster. He pulls these so-called 'pranks' all of the time and it's pissing me off."

"Oh! Could I cheer you up with a trick, your majesty?"

"Sure, whatever."

Caine then proceeded to pull off his hat, flip it over, and reach his hand inside, rummaging for something. Kinger stared curiously. Caine grinned widely and pulled out a small white rabbit from the hat, surprising the King. He then handed him the rabbit.

"Wha... How?" Kinger stared at the rabbit in his arms. Caine giggled. "A magician never shares his secrets!" He began to walk away with the grin still present, but was suddenly pulled back and pinned to the wall by Kingers strong grip. His heart fluttered.

"If you are not to become my jester, I will have you beheaded." Kinger crouched to the magician's height. Despite his stern expression, he was panicking on the inside. Caine hummed nervously, attempting to wriggle his arm from his grip. When that failed, however, he accepted the offer. "Alright, I'll be your jester! When do I start?" Caines arm was freed, and Kinger began to dust off his coat. "Next week, Monday. I hope to see you there."

"Don't hope, my leige! I'll be there, guaranteed!" Caine ran from the court. Kinger lifted the rabbit from his feet, which he had placed to confront Caine. He began to pet it. "Little rabbit, what is this feeling? My heart is flying like a butterfly." The rabbit stared at him, twitching it's nose.

The King sighed, and left the court, his chest warmer than before.

[fictionadventurer]

@aheartundercrossfire I couldn't resist the flash fiction opportunities this presented.

*

"I haven't prepared you enough for this meeting."

Ellie jumped, not so much because of the words, but because of the sound of them. At university, Sam had always displayed a proper Bostonian accent, but ever since they'd gone through customs, his drawl had been growing stronger. Now that they'd arrived at the Royal Ranch House, it was impossible to forget that he was really a prince of Texas.

And she was about to meet the king.

Ellie tried to laugh it off. "I might be a republican girl, but I can handle myself around royalty. I met the princess of California when she gave that speech on campus, remember?"

"Texas," Sam said cautiously, "isn't like other monarchies."

He unlocked a cabinet on the wall of the waiting room and held out a gunbelt toward Ellie. Two ivory-handled pistols sat within the holsters.

"You'd better wear this," Sam said.

Ellie reeled back. "Excuse me?"

"My dad's a stickler for protocol. Visitors have to be armed in the presence of the king."

"What kind of rule is that?"

Sam raised a what-did-I-tell-you eyebrow. "A Texas one." He held out the gunbelt. "I can help you put it--"

"Are you insane? I'm not wearing a gun!"

"Then you're not meeting the king."

"You're making that up!"

Sam sighed. "Refusing to wear arms shows you don't respect the king as a fighter. I want you to make a good first impression."

"I've never even touched a gun before."

Sam winced. "Do not say that where my dad can hear you." He fumbled with with weapons. "Look, they're not even loaded. It's just for the look of it. We're running out of--"

The doors flew open, and a herald announced the entrance of the king.

A short man with a pair of bushy side whiskers burst into the room, wearing what Ellie could only assume was Texan royal regalia. In the flurry of motion, Ellie couldn't make out much more than denim, a pair of elaborately tooled leather boots, and a truly enormous cowboy hat.

King Houston IV swept Ellie's hand into a crushing handshake. "There she is!" He pumped Ellie's hand so hard that her joints hurt. "Sam finally brought a girl home!"

Meeting the princess of California had been nothing like this. Ellie stammered, "Pleased to meet you, your majesty."

"Pleasure's mine! You're quite a looker. Sam sure knows how to pick 'em."

The king stepped back to get a better look and suddenly fell silent. "Who let you in here without a weapon?"

"I..."

Sam stepped up. "It's my fault, Dad. I..."

Ellie found her voice. "Sam said I could greet you with a proper Texas weapon, but I took too long admiring those pistols. No one makes a gun like Texas does."

The king's smile returned. "She's got a brain, too! You know, I had my doubts about Sam bringing home a Boston girl, but if you've got respect for Texas, it'll take you a long way." He started toward the door. "Come on in, and we'll get to know each other over a drink."

He rushed out of the room like a small whirlwind, leaving Ellie and Sam standing breathless behind him.

Sam gave Ellie a grateful look. "Good job."

Ellie smiled. "I told you I know how to handle royalty."