#ooc: i really got pulled in with kingdom come-

[no1blacksapphirefan]

Hi! Uh, kind of new to this request thingy but anywho for the self-aware au, you know how you did the ancients and beasts reaction to the reader saying they're their favorite cookie? Well, can you do the same thing but with the legendaries and some super epics +epics? (Mainly Stardust cookie, Squid ink cookie and the legendaries, please!)

Also, can you do the cookies getting jealous when the reader's pet (cat, dog, doesn't really matter) interrupts them playing cookie run kingdom?

Ofcofc ^^ If anyone wants to read the beast/ancient version of this, it's here

I usually prefer if requests didn't have 2 in the one ask but I think I can kinda tie both of your requests together :)) So I hope that's okay and you don't mind :D

Squid Ink cookies part is STRICTLY platonic ONLY of course. Gotta keep adopting the small kiddos...cookie-os? Also their part won't have the getting jealous of readers pet bit

Possible OOC for a few of the cookies

Stardust Cookie Favourite? He's...you're favourite? He didn't expect that, but it isn't something he's against. He likes it, a pleasant feeling in his chest grows more and more if he hears you go on rants about him, especially once or if you give him the best toppings, beascuits ect for him. I feel like, to him. The fact you favour him so much is the closest thing he'll get to having a personal relationship with you. He doesn't think he can meet you through the screen but he's content with just watching you as you happily play.

I don't see him getting jealous of your pets, at least not knowingly. Maybe your pet comes and crawls onto the bed when you're doing some story quest with him in it. He expects you to continue but you don't, looking up he sees your attention of him. He says he doesn't mind and that is true on the most part, but he can't help but want the attention back on him after a while.

Squid Ink Tears...keep coming, they may not look like it but they're surprised and happy that you seem to like them so much. They aren't scary to you? Them constantly crying doesn't annoy you? They see you as a parental figure and constantly try their best when they're placed on your team. Even before hearing you say they were your favourite, they're so happy their efforts worked and you care for them so. (Even if them trying harder in fights didn't have anything to do with it)

Fire Spirit Hell yeah!! He's so prideful about it, he doesn't exactly brag to other cookies but it's clear with how much more brightly he glows with his flame that he loves hearing you say he's your favourite. He feels a lot of satisfaction and "repays" you by using more power in arena. Maybe he'll even give you another promotion as a thank you. He'll love to hear you scream in delight if you got double in the one pull..he'll just have to figure out how to do that.

He definitely gets jealous if an animal interrupts and suddenly captures your attention, he isn't afraid to fight for it either. He'll say random voicelines so you look over, even if you're just looking at the story. ESPECIALLY if you're only doing the story, that'll get your attention for sure!

Wind Archer Oh? He didn't expect out of all the cookies, he'd by your favourite. He's not complaining at all though and wants to hear all the reasons to why, even if it just ends up being you think he's pretty. He has to admit, when he first "met" you/first started growing aware, he found you strange. You weren't a witch, you weren't even from their world yet you seemed to show such love for the world he's in, he's gotten used to it and has grown to want to protect you in a way.

He may not show it but he does get a tiny bit jealous when your pets come by and distract you, he won't show it and he'll try to ignore it. You're allowed to place your attention elsewhere after all, besides. Just knowing he's your favourite is enough for him to settle down a bit.

Stormbringer I see her quickly telling anyone who'll listen about it, like heck yeah she's your favourite, she wouldn't have it any other way!! She thinks it's a given, it should be obvious why. Well, that's what she tells other cookies, her logic is that since the cookies have to look up to see you when in your kingdom, that you're in the skies right? And what is she? Ruler of the skies!! ((She knows it's weird logic but she brushes it off until she hears you "confirm" it))

At first I think she wouldn't particularly care if your pet comes by, then she does get a bit grumpy if your attention is on it for awhil- OMG THE CAT IS ADORABLE. She's totally a sucker for cute things, she forgot about the jealousy and now she wants to pet your lil cutie.

Frost Queen Her ears perk up, she isn't sure if she heard you correctly and silently hopes you say it again. Well she was instead met with reasons why which, technically did confirm what she had heard. She isn't sure what to think, not that she isn't flattered! She is, she thinks it's a pleasant thought to know you essentially "picked" her over others. On the other, she does still wonder why it's her you favour, despite the reasons you've ranted on about...hm, she's content though.

She seems like the silent jealous to me, she won't say anything and nothing she does shows she's starting to get jealous at how much you've been petting your dog...aside from the icy stare she has, she will say though, if it weren't for the fact you looked so happy. She might've tried to get your attention.

Moonlight Oh she's very happy upon hearing you say that and she's more than happy to listen to you list out reasons why, even if it may not be directed at her and you're just ranting about it to a friend. She wants to know so much more about you, every detail. You may not technically be apart of the cosmos but you still interest her as if you were a newly found star in her world. So hearing you say she's your favourite makes her feel beyond happy.

She does get a bit jealous when other animals interrupt you playing but she won't say anything. Depending on how long it's taking or how long it SEEMS to be taking, she may take a quick nap and dream. She isn't going to grab your attention when it's already placed on something you like after all. Don't worry, she'll make sure to come back in time before you even notice!!

Seafairy Such kind words, she will remember them until the end of time. It's a shame she can't meet you in person. Reaching towards the other side of the screen is far harder then when she attempted to reach Moonlight Cookie and she still yearns to reach her more than you, knowing this. She knows it'll be an impossible feat to meet with you that way. But she'll be contempt like this, hearing you ramble on about why you love her, the stories relating to her. As if you too were also a cookie in their world, it brings a smile to her face.

She isn't exactly the jealous type in my opinion, I think she'd want to join in with the affections you're giving your animals, they seem rather cute and they grabbed your attention rather quick. She wonders if the dogs feel different to their cake hounds or if your bird is different to the cheese birds.

Black Pearl She's a bit surprised...she half expected your reasoning to stem from who she used to be, before she was Black Pearl but when you listed them and it was just...her...who she is right now...she's a bit confused. She has made cookies fear her, she isn't as kind and loving as she was before, she was sure you'd dislike it but...you just like her for her? Feel sympathy for her?...You're a very kind human you know. For a moment, some cookies might see her break out in a genuine, sweet smile. Unlike the one she had before as she inflicted fear on the other cookies.

She gets a bit jealous when a pet comes around, especially after a long period of time. She wouldn't do anything though, not that she doesn't want too and she isn't opposed to trying to get your attention. But she doesn't think there'll be a point, there's still a screen between the two of you and as well as that, you're not aware that they know. She'd rather keep it that way...at least for now.

[grimmsbride]

KINGDOM HEARTS [ daisuke / reader ]

sneaking contraband on the tulpar was totally worth it, especially when you got to share it with the person you’ve been pining for.

tags / pre-crash | reader & daisuke are the same age & she is also swansea’s intern (original i know). | not connected to the past daisuke fics | heavy mentions of weed but more specifically weed pens. i know it’s not accurate to the timeline nor the job, but if you’re looking for complete accuracy in a smutfic i don’t know what to tell you | weed sex | sloppy oral sex | fingering | daisuke is heavily ooc. this is done purposely given he’s literally smoking. if that’s an issue i’m sorry | soft-dom daisuke | hes very mouthy & kind of desperate | mutual pining | coworkers to more?.. | unrealistic descriptions of weed & sex | etc

notes / given it was mentioned daisuke liked to party back home (and also drink) i thought him smoking was right up his alley. also i feel like with weed or alcohol he definitely isn’t as insecure? idk how to word it but yeah that was my thought process. as always please excuse any typos & grammar mistakes

You never thought you would be ontop of a freighter, dedicating time to listening to some old man drone about machinery whilst in the middle of space. But alas, here you were; inside a ship known as the Tulpar, under the watchful gaze of Pony Express. You should be thankful, not everyone has the same opportunities as you. Back home, you could name quite a few people that would kill for your position.

You couldn’t resist your reluctance, though. Leaving everything behind for several months was more stressful than people believed. A constant routine, consistently having to be proper given this wasn’t home— it was work. Not having your usual comforts of tv, the outside, hell even your vibrator.

At least you remembered the most important thing of all— your weed pen.

It wasn’t a hard task, as you were given the most natural hiding place above the waist; and you were able to sneak extra cartridges between your clothes. A full-proof plan, really. The only issue was finding places to smoke it.

You couldn’t always hole up in your room, duties called after all. So usually you took a few hits in the bathroom, using the excuse of steam to mask the smoke. Or other times you would take a quick hit when the living room was free; the blown up screen a perfect trance for your little high.

No one seemed the wiser, not even your fellow intern; Daisuke, someone you’ve grown to enjoy being around. Despite being the same age you simply weren’t so sure he would be into that type of thing. He looked far too.. innocent. Surely an annoying term to use for a grown man, but still— what else could you say?

Like any other day it was packed with chores, tasks stacking on-top of each other with no end in sight. You tried to be as friendly as possible, but with your secret craving and exhaustion playing at the back of your mind you were sure you came off a little snappy at times.

You would apologize later, possibly blaming it on the stuffy feeling of the ship or worse — your period.

Either way, much to your pleasure, the day had ended; leaving you in the comfort of your bedroom. Sitting on-top of the plush sheets you leaned over to sift through your nightstand, fingers soon coming into contact with a slender, metallic piece. You rose, bringing your pen with you and looking at the contraption with such love.

Your last piece of sanity. As dramatic as it seemed.

Routinely you brought the mouthpiece to your lips, forming around it and taking a slow hit whilst your thumb pressed against the button. Pulling it away, you allowed the smoke to sit— eyes closing to really take it in.

So focused on your relaxation you hadn’t even realized footsteps were approaching your bedroom until it was too late.

“Hey [Name] you wanna play this board game? Anya do—“ The door was opening before you could even respond, causing panic to rush towards your chest. In the midst you began to cough, throat straining as ugly wails escaped; struggling to catch your breath.

Through a blurry gaze, your eyes landed on the culprit of your chaos; spotting Daisuke glancing at you oddly for a moment.

“Are you uh… Do I smell weed?”

“No!”

You managed to let out, followed by wet gasps. Very, very convincing. Your attention turned to the water bottle on-top of your nightstand, snatching it quickly and taking a swig. The cool liquid soothed your throat just a bit, allowing you to relax from the attack.

Slowly you calmed down, taking a deep breath and releasing; all under the gaze of Daisuke, who sported a small grin.

“I know what weed smells like [Name]. And how weed coughs sound.”

You slowly set your water bottle back down, eyes taking the other in with a harsh squint. For a moment the two of you stared at each other silently before you sucked your teeth, letting out a whisper-yell of close the door!

Daisuke was quick to listen, shutting the door closed and crossing your bedroom in record time. He found a spot on the edge of your bed, watching in awe as you pulled a thin device from underneath your sheets. He giggled gently, as if already riding the cloud; leaning his head onto his shoulder.

“How did you even sneak that in?”

“I have my ways Daisuke.” You winked, attention turning to your beloved weed pen. It was a simple white color with a pink rim around the actual button. Small but deadly, given the amount that was inside the device. Plus it didn’t help you had switched cartridges recently.

Your focus then turned to the man, “Wanna hit?”

Daisuke’s eyebrows rose, a nervous laugh escaping him before nodding.

“Hell yeah.”

He leaned over, grasping the pen from your fingers delicately and glancing at it. The intern spun it between his fingers for a moment, gaze turning back to you the moment you spoke;

“You know how to take it, right? Don’t waste my weed.”

“Watch..,” Daisuke brought the piece up to his mouth, lips wrapping around it gently as his thumb pressed against the circular button. With ease he was breathing it in, pulling the pen back— holding the smoke for a moment, before releasing it.

“..— See? I know what I’m doing.”

He certainly does.. You thought to yourself, suddenly growing a bit hot. You sat up, legs crossing as you reached for your pen.

“I’m impressed, didn’t take you for a smoker.”

Daisuke shrugged, a lazy smile on his face as he laid across your bed. His elbow dug into the plush mattress, a soft cheek resting to his palm.

“I only did it recreationally, at parties and stuff.”

You hummed in response, slightly entertained by the reveal of such information. Daisuke had subtly mentioned before his activities but you didn’t always believe him. He just didn’t seem like the type. More like a little fawn desperate to gain the approval of his superior, not some party animal. But, looks were deceiving after all.

Especially when said fawn was hitting your pen way better than you did.

You pressed your lips to the pen, tapping it there for a moment before a question crept from your throat;

“You know any tricks?”

Daisuke pursed his lips a bit, slowly shaking his head. You were quick to smile, bringing your finger up.

“I know this one, watch.”

With that you were taking a hit, bringing the pen down to your lap. Daisuke focused on you, watching intently as you.. mouthed? He hadn’t a clue what you were attempting to do, nor was he sure you did either— given you suddenly pushed the smoke from your mouth, quick coughs escaping you.

The man was quick to laugh, grinning ear to ear as a flush of red spread across tanned skin. You struggled for breath, little tears threatening to spill as you held your finger back up.

“I got it, I got it!”

You were desperate to show off, even if it risked getting far too high. You lifted the pen back up, taking another strong hit before dropping it back to your lap. You started off strong, breathing the smoke in— struggling not to giggle when you heard Daisuke small sounds of encouragement.

Yet as strong as you started you failed all the same, doubling over to cough into your blankets; cheeks hot the moment you noticed Daisuke practically falling off your bed with laughter.

“How were you worried about me wasting it?”

“Shut up!” You huffed, though snorting. You could nearly curse yourself for not sharing your little secret sooner. As much as smoking was a delight, it was even better doing it with someone else. Especially someone as fun as Daisuke.

You slowly rose from your position, taking deep breaths to relax as you glanced at the man who was currently doing the same.

“Okay, so.. I don’t know a trick.”

Daisuke gave a really? expression, quickly raising his hands when you tossed a pillow in his direction. Pulling the plush item down to his lap with a playful huff, the man watched as you lifted the pen again.

“But.. I do know this one thing.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

You gave a playful smile, “Shotgunning. You know, passing smoke back and forth.”

His shoulders seemed to straighten, sitting up tall and laying his hands onto the pillow in his lap. An unreadable expression crossed his features, hands crossing to allow his fingers to glide across his silver rings.

“I know what that is.”

Your eyebrow rose, though silently taking in the information. Whether a buzz of jealousy or excitement trickled down your spine, you will never known; as it was quickly washed away with warmth. One such sensation that collected at the pit of your stomach the moment Daisuke reached over for the pen.

“It’ll be better if I do it first.”

The man softly explained, to your puzzled expression. You slowly nodded in turn, watching as he brought the pen to his mouth. A single moment passed before he even took a hit, maybe allowing you time to back out. But you didn’t, watching intently as the man sucked in the smoke— eyes flicking to you with slightly puffed cheeks.

That was your cue. You shuffled from your spot at the head of your bed, coming close enough that your knees were practically touching. You pressed down on the bed to steady yourself, lips parting carefully. Daisuke drew closer, just a breaths away, yet lips not touching. His eyes glanced from your own to your lips, a soft grumble of disapproval rolling at the back of his throat.

Before you could think you felt his fingers tracing your chin, a thumb pressing against the space.

“Like this..” He said rather tight lipped, widening your mouth carefully. Once satisfied Daisuke blew the smoke from his mouth to your own, watching as the white cloud rolled in flowing tendrils, filling your senses the moment it made contact.

You sucked it in, shivering at the sensation and rather heated exchange. You’ve always imagined shotgunning to be rather.. intimate. You were sharing smoke with someone, after all. But, intimate just didn’t seem like a fitting word. At all. This was something beyond it, completely.

As the moment the smoke was touching your tongue, it was as if you could spot Daisuke’s thoughts sprawled across his forehead. Never mind the way those pretty, almond— slowly reddening eyes took you in far too intently.

You backed away a little, releasing a heavy breath straight from your chest. You glanced down before allowing your gaze to land upon the other intern, spotting his eyes already fixated upon you.

“You wanna go again?”

You tried not to nod so excitedly, but with the smoke clouding your focus and the absolute want running through your body— you were sure you looked like an idiotic bobble head. Daisuke either was too high to notice or decided against it anyway, as he was passing your pen back in record time, sitting up and watching.

You took the pen, mirroring his previous movements. Allowing the pen to fall in your lap after, you leaned a bit closer— just as Daisuke did the same. Only this time it was far too close. Your lips briefly touched, only for a moment almost unrecognizable. Yet, you both knew the other felt it.

You decided to ignore it. It meant nothing, right? Simply an accident bound to happen.

You parted your lips, a soft sound escaping as you blew the smoke into his mouth, watching Daisuke consume it eagerly. Sucking up each puffy white cloud under your watchful gaze, he allowed it to dance upon his tongue for a moment before blowing it right back into your mouth.

Just as he closed the distance between the two of you.

You groaned softly, eyes pinched closed as the high of the weed and his lips ran through your entire body. You felt it all the way from your head, to your toes; nerves on fire, as if ready to burst. You were quick to grab him, needing an anchor as the bold kiss quickly muddled your brain. Your fingers curled into his half-dyed hair, twirling soft tresses between the digits and tugging.

Daisuke whimpered right into your mouth, a sound that caused your legs to squeeze and eyebrows to furrow. You felt him moving for a moment before his hands were tracing your body; one finding your waist while the other gently grasped the back of your neck. There, with a tiny push, the man deepened the kiss— tugging you even closer by the waist.

Your arms stretched out, linking around his neck and meeting his eagerness wholeheartedly. You were pleasantly surprised by the sudden 180 of his personality. You especially didn’t take such a clueless, seemingly naive man to be such a good kisser.

But here you were, under his mercy— barely able to keep up with the sloppy lip locking. And with each squeeze of your waist, your mind was spiraling further and further. Again, you could only curse yourself for withholding the weed for this long.

“Wa..wanna touch you..” The words were pushed against your lips so messily you nearly hadn’t heard. Except, they fell from Daisuke’s mouth again; only this time not as muffled given he was pulling away from your lips. His forehead pressed against your own, alternating squeezes on your neck and waist, heavy breaths causing his chest to rise and fall.

“You wanna touch me?”

“So..so bad. I have for a while.” The words came out in drawl as if he was drunk rather than high, red eyes lifting from your lap to your own. “Please, let me?”

He was so desperate, Daisuke’s usual personality peeking through his high facade. The only thing missing was his hands clasped together and whimpers. It was a sight you enjoyed, devouring it greedily with your eyes.

Instead of speaking you slammed your lips back to his own, hands reaching to find his wrists. Once doing so you made his hands drag from your shoulders, down your tummy, hips, and thighs— back and forth, back and forth.. teasing him. It seemed to work as the kiss got even more desperate, his fingers twitching under your hold.

And the moment you released his wrists, Daisuke was all over you— only this time he had full control. The man made quick work of fitting his fingers underneath the shirt you wore, warm digits spanning across your soft stomach. They then rose, flinching the moment they came into contact with your naked breasts— yet eagerly grasping them; cold silver rings digging into your hot flesh.

You sighed into his mouth, grasping his arms and slowly lowering yourself onto your back, pulling him on-top of you. Little sparks of pleasure danced down your spine as he squeezed your breasts, pushing up your shirt to reveal your chest to the muddy air.

The two of you parted, a sticky string connecting your bottom lips together— which broke the moment his head lowered, lips finding a breast. A sloppy kiss was stamped right against your nipple, the swollen bud soon being enveloped by his warm mouth. You stifled a sweet moan, hands finding its place back in his hair, tugging as his tongue swept and circled your areola.

You felt spit trickle at the corner of his mouth from all the attention, sucks only becoming more ferocious as time passed. Caught up in the pleasure you hadn’t realized a hand was descending down your body, not until two fingers were tugging your pants enough that his hand fit through.

Daisuke’s fingers spread across your clothed cunt, finding the edge of your panties and tugging it to the side. There, he was free to spread you, revealing your sopping bud to his finger. He dragged his digit up and down for a moment before running little circles onto your clit.

“Dai..daisuke..—“ You whined softly, nails dragging against his scalp as your thighs twitched. “T—take my pants off, please!”

The man smiled right against your chest, though obliged and with your help, pushed your pants and underwear off your body and down to the bottom of the bed. Now free your legs were spreading easily, hissing as his thumb dragged across your clit whilst another digit circled your wet hole.

Daisuke lifted from your chest, watching with reddened eyes as his finger sunk in all the way to the knuckle. Your walls were warm, enveloping and sucking him in greedily. With each breath you were squeezing, making it just a bit hard for him to move. But, Daisuke didn’t plan to give up now, seeing as — with some effort — he was curling the finger, eyes flicking to your face the moment the prettiest moan fell from your lips.

“That felt good..?” The words fell out as a question more to himself rather than you and instead of waiting, the man repeated his action; only this time a little more confident. And once he received the reaction he was looking for — another breathy moan — Daisuke was more than happy to continue.

Your gasps quickly mixed in with the sounds of your wetness, spongy sounds that echoed with each push of his finger. Curling and fingering, you groaned the moment another digit crept, scissoring inside you. Your thighs were closing at this point, getting overwhelmed with pleasure. You’ve touched yourself while high and as fun as it was, this experience was completely different.

You were sensitive, every sensation on hundred with no chance of coming down. Daisuke’s only been playing with you for a moment and already you felt that familiar band deep in your stomach.

In the midst of your pleasure you hadn’t even realized your thighs were nearly shut until Daisuke quickly slid his free hand to your thigh, pushing and spreading you open.

“I wanna see.”

He said far too calmly, eyes flicking from your face and back to your pretty cunt. Daisuke couldn’t helped but be entranced, watching his fingers disappear and reappear, coated in your arousal. The man swore under his breath, nails dragging against your thigh. He wondered if.. you would let him get a taste? The thought alone nearly made him come in his pants, eating you out just seemed like the second best thing to sharing that weed with you.

Without thinking Daisuke’s face was lowering to your cunt, mouth parted as bated breath fanned against your slick slit. With no warning his tongue was stretching, licking at your bud— quickly glancing at your face for a reaction. He was pleased to see your glossy red eyes and swollen lips open as a pretty gasp escaped your throat. Your fingers tugged at his hair so desperately, back arching as the man’s tongue swiped against you once again— only dragging the thick muscle, allowing you to feel its entire length.

“Please, please..!” You hadn’t a clue why you were pleading, but it seemed Daisuke did— given he repeated that action once more, circling the tip of his tongue along your clit. Little tears threatened to spill from your eyes, hips lifting and grinding into his face; which only resulted in an encouraging squeeze on your thigh.

Moments of this intense pleasure passed before you were practically sitting up, struggling to stifle the harsh moan that escaped you. With a squeeze around his fingers you were coming undone, coating his face with your mess. Daisuke was far too happy to lap you up, cleaning you throughly and refusing to waste a single drop.

Eventually you had to push at his forehead to get him away, groaning as the sensitivity playing at your aching cunt. Reluctantly the man pulled away, pulling his fingers from within you and rubbing his hand across your thigh— soothing you.

“Hopefully you didn’t wake the others.” Daisuke hummed with a small grin, chuckling at the frown you sent his way. He moved to hover above you, leaning onto his forearm and planting a wet kiss to your lips. You mewled from your own taste; hands trailing to tickle the back of his neck.

“We should have done this a long time ago..”

You murmured softly, hearing his own grumble of approval. The kiss continued until you pulled away, hands trekking down to cover his cheeks.

“Daisuke.. as much as I want to continue.. I’m really, really hungry.”

Taking your words in for a moment, the man couldn’t help but release a short laugh, patting the side of your thigh as he sat up from his hovering.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

With that promise, Daisuke was adjusting his clothes before waltzing towards your bedroom door, opening and exiting — probably off to snatch something from the Tulpar’s kitchen.

You certainly hopped no one was awake to notice his red eyes and extremely wet face.

[lovesick-desires]

ASCENDANCY

YANDERE!AMBESSA MEDARDA X ROYALTY!READER — CHAPTER ONE

⇢ NEXT CHAPTER (COMING SOON)

ABSTRACT: As the monarch of a small country in Runeterra, your country is subject to an attack by Noxus. The deal that The Noxus General, Ambessa, proposes to save your kingdom is one you never could have suspected... CONTENT WARNINGS: dark themes, yandere behavior, war, mass death, violence, murder, death, sensual touching, mentions of corpses, dubious marriage, coercion, intimidation TAGS: gender neutral reader, probably ooc Ambessa (first time writing her), this is mostly an intro chapter (N)SFW?: slightly NSFW WORD COUNT: 1.5k+ AMBESSA’S YANDERE ARCHETYPE: possessive, sadistic

Unnecessary bloodshed.

That's all this really was.

You gazed out from the balcony of your castle, your battle armor dented and smeared with the essences of war: blood, sweat, and dirt. Your skin was bruised, lacerated, and covered in grime. You fought your hardest to protect your people, yet you failed. You realized that as you stared out at the kingdom you fought so hard for littered with the corpses of your people, all slaughtered like cattle.

"I have failed you." You whispered softly to the bodies below, knowing they will never hear your words. Your fingers grasped the ledge of the railing, feeling the legacy of your people die in your heart. You gazed upon your kingdom's flag, now seeming withered with faded colors.

You knew what was waiting for you, but the failure you felt seemed worse than any death that could take you from this planet. The crushing feeling of annihilation your people faced by the Noxian forces. Noxus was notorious for their prodigious armed forces: why did you think you could take them on when they threatened your people? It was foolish, really; it was just a whimsical pipedream that pulverized your kingdom.

At least, you knew some of your people were safe: the ones you got to evacuate in the midst of chaos. That put your mind at ease, even just a little bit.

You looked down at the corpses once more: men, women, and others all slaughtered for little purpose. But, as you gripped the hilt of your sword, you knew you couldn't go down without fighting like hell. These people gave everything for what once was a powerful kingdom, and you knew you would too.

"...And I will not fail you again."

You swiftly exited the balcony, hearing the combat downstairs in the main hall. They were definitely trying to get to you, and you were going to raise hell. Pulling your sword from its sheath, you race downstairs, your heart pounding in your ears and saliva pooling in your mouth. Adrenaline ran through you as you joined your other soldiers, putting the visor down of your helmet that displayed the family badge, one you wore with honor.

You fought like hell, helping your men fight against the Noxian forces. You had taken down a couple Noxians yet they kept coming. You were outnumbered and outpowered by a significant degree. Nonetheless, you kept fighting, straining your exhausted body beyond its limits.

An axe blade attached to a chain flew across your vision, knocking the visor of your helmet clean off. The now desecrated metal fell to the ground with a loud clinking noise before it skidded across the cold, bloodstained tile floor. Your hand flew up to feel the now lacerated bridge of your nose, the sanguine blood dribbling down your armored fingers.

"Interesting..." A velvety, yet commanding voice declared as the Noxus soldiers stood at attention, their weapons at their sides. Your gaze flickered over to the origin of the voice only to see Ambessa Medarda, the Noxus General striding towards you. "A monarch who actually fights and doesn't hide like a coward." She continued, causing you to instinctively take a step back with how close she was getting. You held your sword tightly as her muscular form drew near, cornering you against a pillar of the main hall as she loomed over you.

Your gaze flickered around to see that you were the only one left standing, your soldiers fallen at the feet of the Noxian fleet.

It was all up to you now.

With a loud cry, you swung your sword down at the Noxian warlord, refusing to go down without a fight. You could see an inkling of a smirk dance across Ambessa's lips as she blocked your swing with her armored forearm, the sheer impact sending a jolt of vibration through every atom in your arms. You tried to retract your blade but Ambessa struck a solid blow to your gut, making you crumble and drop your weapon. The steel clattering against the cold tile floor elicited a scoff from Ambessa.

As you looked up at the intricate, painted ceiling of your castle, you realized if you didn't get up here, it would be over. Just like that, you'd be wiped from this Earth like nothing more than a speck of dirt. Gathering the remaining strength you had left, you swiped your armored foot under hers, knocking her to the ground with a resounding grunt. The warlord's umber eyes flared wide as you snatched your sword from the floor, plunging its tip downward toward her with deadly intent.

A loud clank followed by a shattering noise assaulted your eardrums as you felt knocked back to the floor, your sword now shattered into a plethora of pieces that surround you. Through your blurred vision and ringing ears, you could see Ambessa rewrapping her arm in the ribbon of runes that decorated it, as those must have protected her from the blow.

"Impressive, little one." Ambessa proclaimed with a slight tease in her tone.

As you tried to get up, Ambessa became to approach you once again, her footsteps swaggering yet intimidating. The clanking of her armors rang in your ears, feeling like it was piercing your eardrums. Her footsteps stopped right before you as she dropped the metal mits that held her chain axes, letting them crash to the ground.

"I have fought many foes: older than you, stronger than you, wiser than you... Better than you." Ambessa declared, her searing gaze meeting your subconscious one. "Yet, you got me under your feet. Not many have ever been able to accomplish such a feat." The matriarch of war continued before placing a strong hand on your jaw, pulling it up. She seemed to be trying to get a better look at you as your vision slowly focused, the vertigo fazing away as your face was mere inches from her. The matriarch of war's lips curled into a crooked smile with a glint in her eyes that was indiscernible yet seemingly troublesome.

"I have a proposal for you, young one. One that can save your kingdom from utter obliteration." The warlord proposed, offering her calloused hand to you. You snapped out of your confusion as your gaze met hers.

"What... proposal?" You spoke cautiously yet not taking her hand. To this, Ambessa's smile pulled a little more at the corners of her lips.

"Marry me and your kingdom will be safe and protected from my forces." Her words drove horror in your heart like a spear. You could see the bloodlust behind her smile, the glint of conquest in her eyes. This was no proposal: it was a leash in the shape of a ring. You were wrong: there was a fate worse than death.

You swallowed hard, trying to mask the tremble in your hands. Around you, the main hall fell silent, holding its breath. One wrong word and your people would burn.

"How can I trust you? You and your forces have invaded and massacred my soldiers." You proclaimed, shakily going to stand as pain radiated down your left leg, making you wince as your legs tremble.

She stepped closer, her heels echoing on the marble flooring like the ticking of a clock. Her guards didn’t move. They didn’t need to. Power clung to her like a second layer of armor.

"You misunderstand me," she said softly, almost kindly. "Trust is not required: only obedience. I offer you mercy. Refuse, and your kingdom will be reduced to ash and screams."

A drop of sweat rolled down your temple. Your heart pounded like a war drum. Streaks of blood and dead bodies littered the floors. You were out of time and out of soldiers.

"Make your choice, monarch," Ambessa rasped, nodding to her hand. "Will you die a martyr and let your people burn or live to see your people thrive with the help of my forces?" She continued, her gaze glinting with conquest and the raging fire of countless wars.

Your gaze shifted to her outstretched hand. You didn't want all your people to die because you didn't want to take on the burden. You thought of all the children who laughed in the schoolyard, you thought of all the lovely couples strolling about with some now permanently separated by a wall of death, and you thought of them all perishing just because you wanted to be brave. You'd take death over this in an instant if your people weren't involved, and Ambessa probably knew that. You heard horror stories of how relentless she was: conquest after conquest, she raged on like an unrelenting storm.

With a shaky hand, you clasp the warlords in order give her a firm yet reluctant handshake, sealing your fate in her bloody, calloused hand.

Your people needed a hero, and you weren't going to fail them again.

"As long as my people stay safe, I will agree to your terms." You relented, trying to fill your voice with authority. Ambessa smirked softly before firmly grasping your hand back, shaking it firmly.

"Wise choice, little one."

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Could it be possible to request doflamingo reaction to him finding out through his spies or Ceasar that he has a daughter ? I think it's a 50/50 with him like I can totally see him going out to bring her to him. The 50/50 comes to the way he'd treat her. She is a Donquixote after all. Idk with how things ended with Cora if he would be gentle with her. Or just end up trying to using her in some scheme? If you don't have any ideas for how the story should go? Maybe Law and the strawhats learn about her? Maybe she's scared of the family and outsiders and they try and help her?

Broken Bonds (Doflamingo x f!teen!reader)

A/N so I got these request, and I kinda merged them together to make this piece, Doflamingo is problabky Ooc here simply because that ass wouldn’t be soft but we have the power to change that ✊🏽Maybe a cook?? Maybe, maybe a sizzle.

Reader here is replaced by the placeholder, Dokusha which means reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

“Let go of me, idiot,” she growled, sending a swift kick to the guard that was currently holding her down

Dokucha had chosen to take on a mission on Dressrosa despite Sabo’s and Koala’s concerns. In the end, they understood that this was something she needed to do. And so she set off to begin gathering information on the Kingdom. However, the mission quickly turned wrong as she was caught trying to sneak into the castle. Now, she found herself being brought to the very man she was supposed to collect information on

Doflamingo sighs, swiftly wrapping strings around the teen to prevent her from further attacking his guards

“Leave,” he ordered, glaring at the guards, who nodded and made a quick exit from the throne room

She refused to look at him, instead focusing her attention on the strings wrapped around her limbs, glaring at them and tentatively pulling at them

“You’ve grown.”

“I'm surprised you recognize me,” she quips back, giving up on messing with the strings and turning to glare at him

“Of course, I still remember the little girl who was stolen from me.” Doflamingo’s lips slightly curved upwards

“I would hardly call it stolen; Uncle Corazon saved me that day, saved me from you.”

“From me?” He said in a soft tone and smirked

“I’ve never harmed you.”

“Who knows what would have happened if I stayed? Maybe I would have become another puppet of yours, or maybe you would have killed me like you did Uncle Cora.”

“I wouldn’t have harmed you; after all, you were still my kin.”

“He was also your kin, your own brother!” she growls at him, a frown growing on her face

“He was a weak-willed, useless fool,” Doflamingo said, showing no hesitation in belittling his dead brother

“Besides, he was the one who went against me; all I did was take care of my problem.”

“Shut up, you don’t get to slander his name!”

“you never met him; you were a baby, so how would you know anything about him?”

“Law told me about him; he never forgot about him, and he told me all about him and you.”

Doflamingo frowned,

“So that boy brainwashed you, didn’t he?”

“You were the one who brainwashed him, and it would have worked if Corazon had not saved him back then.”

“Law was weak, and he paid for it,” Doflamingo said carelessly before standing up and walking toward her

“Law is not weak; he is one of the strongest men I know, something you will never be; he raised me; I got to be a strong independent woman; I got to join the Revolutionary Army to take down assholes like you.”

“You’re still a child who has no understanding of how the world around you works,” he said, getting closer to her

“And you’re still a tyrant who thinks the world revolves around you.”

“Do you really think you’re free? The only reason you aren’t in my dungeons is because you are my daughter, the one that was taken away from me.”

“Oh, how kind of you,” she sneers, sarcasm dripping from her words

“Come back home; there is a throne waiting for you,” he said, placing his hand on her cheek, cradling her face

“What? What are you on about?”

“You would be the princess of the Dressrosa kingdom; what’s so bad about coming back?”

“Like I would come home to a murderer like you,” she said, pulling her head away

“But I’ve never hurt you; I’ve never laid a finger on you,” he said, his voice soft and sincere

“You killed him,” she cried

“You expect me to come home after what you did to him? After what you did to Law?”

“That was a punishment, one he got for betraying me; he knew the consequences of his actions,” Doflamingo said, ignoring her mention of Corazon

“How could you say something like that?”

“Because it’s the truth,” he said, “he knew what would happen if he betrayed me.”

“I loved him, but all he did was betray me, and he got what he deserved.”

“He didn’t deserve to die! You made his life hell from the moment he was small, so how could he not try to bring you down?!”

Doflamingo chuckled,

“I just did what I had to do; I never mistreated him; in fact, he was the closest person to me until he turned on me.”

“Are you going to say the same about Law?”

“Yes,” he said, his tone remained the same and calm

She shakes her head, tears sprouting in her eyes. How could someone think that way of their own family, of a child? As she grew older, Law began to disclose more and more of what had occurred between the three of them, and every time, she grew more saddened as to the harsh life both Law and Corazon had to endure due to Doflamingo

“They were right,” she cries

“I was hoping, wishing that maybe, just maybe, you had changed, but you are just as they described a monster.”

Doflamingo stayed silent, his face a blank canvas with no expression to decipher

His hand returned to her cheek as he listened to her, beginning to move his thumb across it, caressing it and wiping her tears off her face

He sighs, removing the strings keeping her in place

“Come home,” he said, his voice softened, looking at her with soft eyes

She shakes her head, pulling his hand away from her

“This is not home.”

He sighs again, allowing her to step back from him

“It seems no matter what I say, you will not listen to me, not in this state. Go to your room, rest, and we will discuss this tomorrow.”

“My room?” She seethes

“There is no room for me here; I do not live here, nor will I; if you think I'm just going to stay and play at home with you are wrong.”

He lets out a hum at that, a smirk growing on his face

“Perhaps not, but at the end of the day, you are still a prisoner here, so you don’t get a say on what I tell you to do.”

She opens her mouth to protest once again, but is stopped as one of the maids of the castle gently takes her hand.

“Bring her to her room for the night; I’ll send for her tomorrow,” Doflamingo commanded the maid

Despite how disgusted she felt at having to sleep under the man's roof, to accept anything he was giving her, she would need the strength if she wanted to fight down. As she was, she was simply no match for him, so she really didn’t have any other options

She glares at him, allowing the maid to pull her away

“This is not over.”

He chuckled at that, his smile a sharp one compared to the softness he had presented earlier

“I never said it was,” he said before waving her farewell as she was removed from the throne room

Okay let’s ignore the fact that Koala and Sabo, nor anyone in the revolutionary army would ever let a teen just wander off in a mission to spy such a dangerous person alone, and let’s also ignore the fact also wouldn’t just let a teen leave alone to join the revolutionaries until they were grown up 👍🏼 Gotta make the story happen ya’ll

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[the-kingshound]

This is 'missing-my-siblings-hours' . So, here you go, Emyr's (Tried my best not to be ooc) (Which I think I am, and I'm sincerely sorry) if MC and Saraah really succeed in bringing him to Camelot:

When Emyr woke up, he didn't expected to have sliced cucumbers along his face, nor did he expect to seeing his older and younger brothers whisking some sort of a gooey mix, while excitedly muttering how much skin care they'd get to work on him after all these years.

And so, when Ghaven walked up to him and applying the mixture on him, Emyr did what others mostly seen on him. He doesn't move at all, too numb to fight back even within a dream that feels like long ago.

Until Saraah, with his own beauty mask still on, eyes stand out among the sliced cucumbers and awkward little braids that somehow reminds Emyr of the one MC used to do with his eyes, look at him with a blank expression, poked his daydreams.

"...Are you seriously thinking you're still just dreaming, my dearest brother who keeps him away from us?"

Saraah's always managed to poke on others nerves, and they're never been easy to get it away.

Instantly, Emyr crawls out his bed, pushing away both his brothers as he flings himself to the nearest window and opens it.

And that's when he knew there's no way back now.

Emyr looks down along the window. He watches as his oldest sister, Adrei, keeps tight hold of Mordred, the only young child he can think so living with the Queen, and there's Radel, his youngest brother, who seems to be in better and healthier states as before, given how he can heard the latter go out his way teaching flowers to their little nephew.

But what holds most is when he saw — the one and last of them all, the youngest one, his little sister who's been trying to get hold of him, who's still reach out despite his distance — appears among the garden.

Emyr always know she'd been beautiful. But nothing can't stop him from worrying back when Adrei's letters come through about her going on battlefields. He'd remember what's like back then for him, his mind goes through those eyes resembling of the purest pearl that always soothe him, when he's still young, and could get a firm hold of his little sibling in his arms.

Ghaven weren't surprised at all. When Emyr's stunned. They kept silence as Saraah sneaks back up to Emyr and offer painful but nonetheless comforting touches, "Yeah, yeah, I know too." His next words, though, ouch. "After all these times... Can't belive we're all together again, huh? Except for Osi—— OCEANA! I mean that boring kingdom in the old mermaid tale! OCEANA! Emyr, stop hitting me! Ah! Ouch!"

If isn't the fact Emyr's still too timid (they'd change it, given now where they are) to even commit a murder, Ghavem would've step in to stop them from a supposedly crime scene. Still, they moves up between both their brothers, and cast away Saraah who's now running off to join in the rest in garden.

He didn't spoke anything. Waiting patiently for Emyr.

"I... H-how did... Is the King——" How did I got here? Is the King aware of this? "W-What will... I can't... They'd got... Of me... S..." What will happen to them? What will happen to you and Saraah? I can't be here! They'd get me! You'd get killed because of me! Sent me back! "I... I... Ah——..."

Emyr crumbles at last. Luckily, Ghaven's there to make sure their knees wouldn't hurt much as they catch him as they gradually fall to the ground. Ah, Adrei'd lecture them on this, definitely. Being too harsh on the joke.

"To answer your questions." They pulls him up back to the bed and throws up every warm blankets from the one mother hen knight closed to their little one. "MC'd been plotting to get you here since the last time we all met. Ironically, your... former house, got some issues."

Emyr don't need to hear anymore to know what's been going around. So he decided to do the thing he's been good at. He closes his eyes, nodding off soundly in his found peace as Ghaven lights up a few candles.

Osia can screw off. Emyr thinks. She can't do no harm to him now that he's faraway than she'll ever think.

A-And... He'd like to hug everyone when he's awake.

(Sorry for grammatic mistakes =+

Aww omg that's so adorable... bestest of ways to start my day❤ Thank you so much for sending it, anon, I actually think Emyr was quite in character! Having all the siblings together is very nostalgic and makes me want to hurry and get them all to Camelot...

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Strawberry (Bowser x Reader)

This was requested by like a friend you’re a slut and i hate you But like i spend too long writing this I started writing this in the summer. Also its really bad writing so yeah…

Warning: swearing and ooc Genre: Fluff?

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Following the sound of music you opened the door to Bowser playing the piano and humming to himself. Seeing you come up the stair, Bowser scoot over and you sat down next to him playing along with the song.

"You seem happy today, what's the occasion?"

Without stopping the song he asked,

"So you know the super star we got today?"

"Yeah? The one we got from the weird penguin kingdom right? I know you're excited to find that but I didn’t realize you were this excited." You said a little surprised, I mean you know he's been looking for it for years but this is unlike him,

No longer being able to contain his excitement he grabbed you and pulled you into a dance.

Used to his erratic behavior you quickly followed his movements falling into a pattern as you guys waltz on the tiny island amidst the fire.

"After years of searching for the star, I can finally do something I have always wanted and I want to tell you the news first,"

"A great honor truly, and the news is?"

"I'm gonna use it to marry Princess Peach!"

"Congra- wait what?!" In your shock, you accidentally stepped on air and began to fall into the fire before Bowser pulled you back into his arms,

"Woah, careful! What will I do if you get hurt?"

Struggling out of his grasp you didn't hear the last part as you looked up at him,

"She hates you!"

"Well yes, of course she does! But I love her!" Bowser said as he started checking to see if you were hurt anywhere, missing the look of pain in your eyes as he continued, "…and if she rejects me we can destroy the mushroom kingdom."

Finally satisfied that you're okay he looked down at you waiting for your answer. You lowered your eyes and said,

"Well then, your wish is my command, sire" before quickly excusing yourself and exiting the room, leaving Bowser alone.

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You were busy wrapping your wound when there was a knock on your door. You told them to come in and find Kamek looking at you with concern.

"General (Y/N), are you alright?"

Without looking up trying to focus on bandaging yourself, you said,

"Of course I'm alright, why wouldn't I be? Speaking of which aren't you supposed to be busy with the wedding preparations or something?"

Kamek set down next to you, taking over your bandaging before saying,

"Well yes, but we're worried about you."

"Who's we?"

"Well, there's me, the army, and sire of course. Especially sire he misses you."

You let out a mocking laugh,

"Bowser misses me? I had assumed he was too busy preparing for the wedding and kidnapping the princess."

Kamek stopped what he was doing to look at you, worries evident in his eyes.

Seeing that he's worried you tried to reassure him you were fine,

"I'm sorry, I haven't been feeling that well recently. But trust me I will be fine, just give me a few days okay?"

"Are you su-"

Shooing Kamek out of your room you reassured him again,

"Of course, I will be, come on you have a wedding to prepare you should hurry. I'm okay."

Closing the door and making sure Kamek has left you set down on the floor and whispered,

"…I have to be…"

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You walked into the empty throne room that Bowser had requested for you to be in so you could help him practice for the wedding and called out,

"Sire you called for me?"

You jumped as the door slam shut behind you and turning around to see Bowser standing behind.

"Sire?"

"Come on dance with me."

With that he pulled you into a dance, with a sigh you fall into the pattern just like you have done in the past.

After awhile as he pull you into a spin he ask,

"Why are you avoiding me?"

Careful not to step on him you answered,

"I haven't been avoiding you, sire. There's simply a lot of things to do with the wedding and all."

He pulled you closer to him, his body towering over yours.

"You never call me sire, (Y/N). Tell me why are you angry with me."

Seeing that he's not gonna let you leave till he gets an answer you begin answering,

"Si-"

"Don't call me sire, call me by my name like you have done since we met."

You let out a sigh before continuing,

"Fine, Bowser are you happy now?"

Satisfied he nodded and waited for you to go on.

"Bowser you're getting married and we can't act like the way we have been in the past."

"Why not?!"

"Bowser you are a soon-to-be married man we have to keep our distance, your future partner has to be your top priority."

Realizing you're serious Bowser quiets down and continues to pull you along as you guys dance in the uncomfortable silence.

As Bowser pulled you in for a dip you noticed something strange and after a while, you hesitantly called his name,

"Bowser?"

"What?" he asked harshly still salty over you guy's the last conversation,

"Why the fuck do you smell like strawberries?"

"What?!"

In a confused panic, you guys somehow ended up on top of each other. Bowser tried to pull you up but couldn't as you were too busy laughing at the absurd fact that the mighty Koopa king of all things smelled like fucking strawberries.

Eventually, he just gave up and just sat down waiting for you to catch your breath.

Once you finally did you reached out your hand and Bowser pulled you up from the floor. Once you guys are both up you guys stared at each other the conflict earlier forgotten.

After a while with an unknown emotion in his eyes he pulled out a bouquet of piranha flowers and asked in a quiet voice,

"Will you marry me?"

Taking the flower, just as you was about to follow your heart and say yes the door slammed open snapping you out of your daze.

"WHAT?!?!" Bowser screamed at the Koopa furious as being interrupted,

"Sire the wedding is ready!"

Hearing that you quickly shoved the flower back in Bowser's hand before exiting the room as Bowser burned the Koopa with his flame in anger.

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"Sir-" Kamek begins before Bowser yells at him clearly agitated and annoyed,

"WHAT?!"

"Well, uh sire the thing is…"

"Just spit it out already, Kamek!"

Gulping Kamek continued,

"Sire I just wanted to ask are you sure about the wedding?"

"Of course I will, why wouldn't I?"

"It's just that, well sire do you really love Princess Peach?"

Bowser blinked his eyes in confusion,

"Of course I do, why would you ask such a stupid question?"

"Sire, you have never talked to Princess Peach, like fucking ever!" Kamek yelled exasperated,

"W-well! Its love at first sight!"

Kamek sighed, before saying,

"Whatever you say sire, but you should go see General (Y/N). Th-they're planning on leaving"

Bowser stopped in his tracks as he stood there unmoving. Suddenly he shoved Kamek out of his way as he ran down the hall to find you.

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When he found you, you were packing up your stuff and you didn't look like you were coming back.

Bowser stood in front of your door panting before asking,

"Are you leaving?"

You stood up confused on why he was here, but you answered nonetheless,

"Yes, after the wedding."

"When? When will you be coming back?" Bowser asks a bad feeling creeping up on him,

You lowered your eyes a little before saying,

"I'm not, I don't think I'm coming back, Bowser."

Bowser grabbed your arm holding you tightly asking angrily,

"Why?!"

You flinched slightly from how hard he was grabbing you, noticing this Bowser quickly let go,

"Shit, I'm sorry I didn't mean to…"

You sigh as you hugged Bowser seeing how disappointed he was with himself.

"It's okay, I should have told you sooner…" you bit your lip before continuing, "…I want to see the world, you have Peach now you don't need me anymore,"

Bowser tried to say something but he knew you were determined, nothing he said was going to change your mind, he stood there as he watched you pack unsure of how it came to this.

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You left, you didn't even stay for the wedding. Well if there was a wedding, Bowser canceled the wedding and freed all the prisoners in his dungeon, he can't seem to bring it in him to finish the job without you by his side.

And it's not like anyone was going to complain since Peaches had no intention of marrying him in the first place.

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A few months later a ship was set sail, Bowser was on there, ready to find you. The few months he had spent without you made him realize what he truly wanted, and this time he’s not letting go.

[fireemblems24]

Azure Gleam Ch 9

More Azure Gleam to come. So far it's doing everything I wished AM did or had time for.

STORY

Oh, the title includes "Reunion." I'm guessing Dimitri and Edelgard talk again?

Curious how they'll handle this. Because if Dimitri does talk to her and it becomes clear he's after TWSITD, what does Edelgard do? Keep insisting on war or give up and team up with Dimitri against TWSITD? It's OOC for her to give up and let Rhea and the Kingdom live their lives, but prioritizing killing Dimitri and Rhea above even taking TWSITD down would be, eh, questionable on her end to put it lightly. Really curious to see how the writers deal with this.

The Empire is stalemating at Arianrhod. Shez is worried about supplies, but Dedue thinks they need to prepare more first.

Oh, look at that, Dimitri being smart. He plans on cutting off Edelgard's supply line. Since she only uses one, that's brilliant.

Shez thinks if Dimitri pulls this off, he wins the war.

So I'm betting the big enemy will switch from Edelgard to TWSITD. It would be cool for Edelgard to team up with Dimitri against TWSITD, but I doubt that'll happen. She'll probably die or go and join up with TWSITD or escape but the big focus will still be TWSITD and Edelgard a footnote on the way there, hence powering up the Empire after Dimitri would've otherwise taken them out.

Feels like this is going to end part 1, like how GW just ended.

Oh, Claude!? First time we've seen him in a while in AG. Oh, shit, is Claude going to bail out Edelgard for no real reason except writers said so? Because it would make no sense to help the Imperialists if he wants the Alliance to remain standing.

He's wondering what the Alliance will do, what's best for them and trying to predict who's going to win.

Oh, wow, I really expected AG to get the 1 battle deal this time, but nope. Good.

MAP/SIDE BATTLES

Lamo, Shez thinks one hundred Dimitris would wipe the floor with the Empire.

I got to compliment Dedue. Life complete.

Yuri sold Edelgard a tip about a secret passage. He saying some skeevy stuff about that count. I'm betting we'll recruit him this time. He doesn't seem to like Count Rowe's general dude lol.

Dimitri saying he's not good around children in the expedition dialogue is funny, since it's fairly cannon that they like him.

INGRID & RODRIGUE B SUPPORT

Aww, Ingrid got to return to Fraldarius territory and went down memory lane. Again, another support that reinforces how tied all the Faerghus team are together.

It struggles with having enough food too. I think it's the influx of refugees causing the shortages.

Cool details. There's new shops and good roads.

She finally faced it and wants to keep visiting it. Of course, Rodrigue says she should.

Haha, Ingrid ordered Glenn around. Not surprised.

And Rodrigue says it's ok to show weakness and not just worry about pushing forward. He's such a team dad. And very much in line with the themes in the Blue Lions.

ASHE & DEDUE B SUPPORT

Dedue made his own tea blend!!! Ok, Seteth officially has competition for #1 husbando in Fodlan now.

OFC he made it for Dimitri, lamo.

You would forever be second place to Dimitri with Dedue lol.

The tea reminds Ashe of some Lonato made.

And OFC it's a tea to calm nerves. He made it for Dimitri after all.

ASHE & DIMITRI B SUPPORT

Dimitri is checking on Ashe, esp with his role as a knight. Everyone's been nice to him, which is good, but Ashe is still unsure of himself.

Dimitri pretty much knighted everyone who's now his knights.

Ashe has a more romantic view of knighthood. Someone who's loyal to the king and protects their leader and their people.

Then Dimitri's like, naw, they're here to kill people. Loyalty is only there to control them.

Very in-character for both of them.

Dimitri's like go ahead and follow that code, but don't die for it. Now he's talking about Glenn. And how he wants Ashe to choose life over loyalty.

So THAT'S why Ashe defects. He's so miserable about it.

FUCKING FINALLY. All the points to Ashe. Glenn didn't die because Faerghus is toxic. He died because he wanted to protect his best friend. He argues that there's nothing wrong with that.

Ashe respects Dimitri so much. He's so wholesome.

DEDUE & PETRA B SUPPORT

More language learning lessons. She wants to learn the language to help Brigid diplomatically. It's too bad she can't get a teacher in-house.

Dedue is sorta doing the same for Duscur, though not royalty so not as much power.

Dimitri wants to make Duscur independent again. I'm so glad AG is paying more attention to Duscur.

Petra also realizes that Dedue is more than just Dimitri's bodyguard.

Giving these two a support was a brilliant idea.

DIMITRI & SYLVAIN B SUPPORT

Aww, Dimitri didn't want House Gautier's opinion, but Sylvain's. Their relationship is underrated.

Lamo, Dimitri is speaking with others about bringing commoners into the nobility. This game does a shit job justifying Edelgard's war if everyone is on their way to doing what she's killing them for not doing.

The main concern is lack of crests. And funny that it's Sylvain defending them and Dimitri saying it doesn't matter. The more you learn about Sylvain, the less sense he makes defecting to the Empire.

Lamo, the Kingdom is already discussing the possibility of getting rid of inheritance.

Sylvain only shows the political side of himself to Felix and Dimitri.

I love this support. Dimitri is just showing Sylvain with compliments and expressing how much he relies on Sylvain (which is very healthy for him to admit). Then Sylvain is admiring Dimitri back.

DIMITRI & FELIX B SUPPORT

My first Dimilix support in Hopes. It better be good.

Ah, starts with Felix calling Dimitri an idiot, these two are just so . . . I love them. One of the most complex relationships in all of Fire Emblem. And I live for it.

"Idiot, let me worry for you!!!" Is the most Dimilix(Felix) thing ever.

Felix has a mother, everyone. I think she got mentioned before, but power to her for actually existing!!!

Then Felix gets mad at Dimitri for worrying about him and not his own issues, It's the most Felix ever. And then Dimitri's like, oh, that's not possible.

Oh, no, now Dimitri is going off about revenge. And Felix isn't thrilled about it.

Oh, shit is getting real. Dimitri thinks Felix might hate him because he could do nothing when Glenn died and feels so guilty over it.

Felix "I don't hate you, ok." Haha, I love these two idiots.

Dimitri has such horrible survivor's guilt. He feels so guilty for surviving and that Glenn died protecting him. It makes me wonder what kind of hell his head went through when he thought Dedue died in Houses (or actually does die, including CF). That has to be like worst nightmare shit.

Felix is like, ugh, just eat!!

MAIN BATTLE

Shamir and Catherine! Together, as it should be.

Miklan is here too. Still not sure how to feel about this. Ohh, he's the one who cut ties?

He's starting to come around to liking working for the army though. Shamir called him out for having a bad attitude too lol.

Annette is so much shorter than the rest of the Blue Lions lol. She's standing next to Dedue. Who thought that was a good idea. They can barely fit into the same frame lamo.

So Persuade Shamir and Yuri are strategy options. I was confused until I saw Shamir was an allied general and Yuri an enemy one. Getting to both of them, obviously.

I'm guessing Miklain's death is unavoidable? Eh. Seems pointless to bring him back at all.

Isn't this were Ingrid died in SB? Worst moment in the game so far. 

Aha, cool! Cutscene time. And seems it's cannon here that Dimitri defeated Edelgard in combat. He just keeps racking up the badassery in this game. 

So glad Dimitri didn't just let her run. So annoying when heroes do that, except Thales is here to fuck things up. 

Wait, Edelgard FINALLY told him about Thales? Girl, you (maybe?) could've spared all of Fodlan a lot of pain if you just said that earlier. 

Dimitri just whipping the magic away. He's so cool in all of these cutscenes. 

Thales bullshit magic abilities ruining a potential team up. (Could they ever? She seems hellbent on taking over his country so . . .)

Oh, hey, hegemon. 

AG really is going to go there! TWSITD is really the big bad, not Edelgard. Don't misunderstand, Edelgard is the superior villain. But since Dimitri gets two stories, I'm glad one will focus on TWSITD and (hopefully) send Edelgard to the backseat. Bc him vs her again, what's the point? 

Aw, Shez saving Dimitri. These two have such a wholesome relationship. I really like it more than I expected too. 

Aww, this stuff with Shez and Dimitri just keeps piling up. Shez feels so worried about having the same powers, but Dimitri just doesn't care. Still trusts her. It's so sweet. 

I also love how Shez has some personal involvement in this route. It's kinda missing in the other two. 

Dimitri - "I alone-" Felix shuts that down, ofc. Good though. I'm glad seeing Ingrid and Annette speak up. It's obvious to remember how Felix and Dedue got their lives changed, but so glad they called back to what Ingrid and Annette dealt with too. 

Felix saying Dimitri's name so soft when he's hurt. My heart. 

Oh, Ferdinand's dad, Duke Aegir is now in control? What happened to Edelgard? (also, I sorta love how so many dads got whitewashed, but they went full evil with this guy still lamo). 

Is TWSITD controlling Edelgard? Lamo, that's one creative way to write her out of the story without letting her team up with Dimitri or choosing TWSITD over giving up conquest.  

(sorry for the weird formatting, some of this is copy and pasted)

xxxxx

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO CATA COSMIA, RIAN. 🌕

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: dee age: 26 pronouns: she/her ooc contact: @starfeil on twt. other characters in xc: hugo marín (oc), ottilie adesina-durand (oc)

  ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: rian age: adult, around 28 in human years pronouns: he/they/it series: original character canon point: n/a app triggers: n/a….i THINK.

personality: 

Rian doesn’t particularly fit the image one would expect of a prince’s retainer—or rather, a former prince’s retainer. He trades the stoicism for carelessness, the severity for a sharp-toothed grin and modesty for rambunctiousness. Without ties to his kingdom anymore, he walks around the surface alongside humans, trying to blend in while his less-than-subtle appearance works against him overtime. 

The recent lack of purpose doesn’t particularly help the sense of indifference he seems to carry around. Trouble finds him easily, or perhaps he finds it—and he has no qualms about living his life that way. He finds humans entertaining company, even if his oftentimes facetious behaviour and loud personality means the feeling isn’t reciprocated.

In the rarer occasions where Rian doesn’t seem to act like he’s from another planet (although he might as well be), he does make a fairly loyal friend and an easy companion when it comes to the funner things in life…though he’s not particularly sure if he’s made for anything deeper.

something your muse struggles with: a sense of identity now he’s no longer welcome in his kingdom, nor does he fit in amongst surface-dwellers. An ego he’s still working on deflating.

your muse’s greatest strength: 

history / background: 

Rian doesn’t really know where he came from originally. The story goes that he was found as but an egg, caught within the Sargasso Kingdom’s golden barriers of seaweed. Whether he had been placed there deliberately or had been lost by his parents and drifted on unsuspecting currents, no-one is sure, but what he does know is that he was placed in the care of a woman named Nilala, and that was that.

He’s a somewhat curious sight in a kingdom composed almost solely of eel merfolk, given his own mismatched tail and questionable origins. Nonetheless, he’s welcomed as a member of the kingdom, treated as if he were Nilala’s own son, and that’s that for a time.

When Rian gets old enough to swim all by himself, to the age where all young merfolk show signs of wielding magic, he does something that surprises his mother—he begins to spark. Electric magic is almost exclusively wielded by the royal family and its descendants, and almost never by merfolk who aren’t of eel lineage. Word spreads quickly, and soon the aforementioned royal family summons Rian and his mother to court to demonstrate.

Demonstrate he does, and they propose to have him trained in the use of this magic in return for his service as a retainer to the youngest prince, Alesio. His mother reluctantly agrees, leaving Rian in the care of the palace for the foreseeable future.

He excels in his teachings, stands out against his other peers and garners attention as the retainer to the magicless youngest prince, who subsequently becomes his closest friend. It’s a little hard for Rian to not grow an ego, given all that he’s got going for him.

He gets older, gains his first battle scars and his first accolades, and he grows ever closer to his prince. Alesio’s his best friend in spite of being his polar opposite—shy where Rian is obnoxiously loud, nervous where Rian is cocky and overconfident. In spite of their differences, they compliment each other’s strengths well.  While Alesio is busy filling his mind with the knowledge and lectures it takes to run a kingdom, Rian keeps him safe and sound. He knows he can protect his prince. It’s why he pulls him into trouble.

There is only one place that’s off-limits to the Sargassan citizens—the surface. Perhaps that’s what possessed Rian to lead his prince there, one illicit trip to land, so that they can say they’ve truly lived. There’s a whole world they’re missing out on, and besides…the more the prince knows of said world, the better equipped he is to deal with his subjects, right?

It goes horrifically wrong. When Rian returns the badly injured prince back to the palace, Alesio panics, cracks under the demands for an explanation and doesn’t hesitate to tell his family exactly who’s at fault. Rian is to be punished.

He flees before they can, the sting of betrayal following, to the only place he knows they won’t follow him—the surface.

powers / abilities: 

Electricity Manipulation/Magic — Rian can control the flow of electricity around him, as well as create it. Ummm I’ll be honest I want to submit this app before inbox closes so I’m going to update this later using mod powers. hi (okay.)

  inherent abilities: 

Transformation Magic — something that almost every merfolk is born with the ability to do, a failsafe of their people should the ocean ever become uninhabitable and they must flee to land. Rian is able to transform between a more human-like appearance and one more suited for the waters, the degree of transformation of which he can control.

Fuckin uhhhh….sharp teeth — Rian’s teeth are akin to those of a great white shark’s, and he possesses a second, retractable set of teeth behind the first for when his prey is particularly tough to bite into.

items / weapons: 

nothing at all baybee

starting ability: Electricity Manipulation

starting item: n/a

extra: 

is shirtless 90% of the time regardless of weather

sparks a little when he gets embarrassed

6’4” in human form

His anatomy and powers and everything make no sense but it’s MY mermaid world and you just have to deal with it

discord id: bitesyoubitesyoubitesyou

[tqmlecherocuki]

Might not be a follower, but, I am a darkmilk shipper. Dunno if you want my 2 cents, but I think the appeal, mostly from a personal stand point, comes from your usual sun x moon ship points and the untouched potential which leaves room for imagination. From what you're saying, I am seeing that you're mostly a kingdom player, feel free to correct me if I am wrong, in the background of Milk's Ovenbreak Crunchy Strong Pediatrician costume pull you can see a picture of them both assumedly when they first met and Milk was pretty tall in that picture to be a young child, reaching over Choco's chin, this is the most recent information about their meeting we've got so far. Onto the creepy point, I do believe if Milk was truly to be obsessed he would've separated from Yam when his plan of finding Choco was being put behind and proceeded with going with the original plan, perhaps going as far as to not eat or sleep, yet he did not. He stuck with Yam, Mala, and Dino-Sour to find the dragons and apparently both Yam and he stayed with Almond, Latte, and Cream Puff in the Beacons update, he also did not once mention Choco in that update meaning that they are not *always* on his mind.

I do wish that we saw more of Milk's background and more of his personality besides what his aspirations that Choco kickstarted are, I do not believe he would be devastated upon learning that Choco is just a person, disappointed? a little bit or just a handful of disappointment, maybe. But, from what little we have of his character, it would be OOC for him to be disrespectful to Choco and not listen to them and having him outspokenly express his disappointment, I think he'd be curious to know what happened and that ultimately he'd understand. At the end of Milk's tale in the Snowy Promise story it was said that Milk could feel the immense burden Young Prince Choco that they could face from being in such a position, meaning that he does not put them in a deity height of a pedestal or something of the sort. It also seems that he doesn't really expect to stick around them, only saying how he wants to find them to thank them, but, not going farther into it, he'd seem to just be grateful if he had a pinch of Choco's time to express his gratitude and then move on, carrying his divine oath to protect the world of injustices. I do believe that he would be delighted to fight alongside Choco and maybe co-exist around them for a while, but, he does not rely too much on it.

Most of this is just speculations because it seems the devs would rather just dangle them and throw these what-ifs without elaborating and bothering to tell what could possibly be a genuine compelling dynamic and relationship, so, I can see why this dangling can just seem tedious and weird without the little yet precious context, which I don't blame you for possibly not being interested enough to find out about, which is fine, you have your own things you'd rather think about.

I hope this is all cohesive and not like... mean-spirited? I just hope I gave you a decent answer to the question.

please give me your thoughts on darkmilk i am begging you.

also weird thought but wouldn'y all people in the henry stickmin universe be nude?

*cracks knuckles* I'd love to

I don't think I'm breaking new ground when I say this but, don't ya'll know that Dark Choco met Milk when he was a child?- Dark Choco had to be a late teenager to young adult when he met him, while Milk is somewhere around 6 to 8 years old, judging by the silhouette sprite in Dark Choco's flashbacks.

Other than that incredibly gross age gap, I genuinely think that this ship is not healthy, especially for Milk Cookie. He puts Dark Choco on such a high pedestal that I'll bet that he'll often beat himself up for not being more like his idol. Along with the fact that Milk's simpery doesn't really feel like a crush, more like an obsession. He wants to be just like Dark Choco Cookie, not actually be with him as a partner. That isn't healthy. I'll bet whenever Dark Choco finally meets Milk, he'll just flat-out tell him that he's not the person he thinks he is, with Milk soon realizing that he wasn't and being more than disappointed.

He wants him to be JUST like the Dark Choco Cookie that he thinks he is, when, in reality, he really isn't. That kind of relationship is not healthy for all parties involved! Don't get me wrong, I don't hate the people who do ship this! Not at all! As long as their version of the ship is healthy for all parties involved, then I'm fine with it.

Am I reading too much into a cookie run ship? Yes, 100%. But, I honestly don't get why this ship is so popular when you take everything I just said into account.

If any DarkMilk followers of mine want to explain why you ship this, please let me know!

(also, y tho-)

[xkotaro16w]

I really love your stories! Can I request a scenario in which Leona takes his female s/o to meet his royal family after his brother hears about her from Cheka? How will he react? Please and thanks!

—𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙵!𝚂/𝙾 𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚔𝚊 𝚃𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙷𝚎𝚛—

Summary: Scenario/short scenario where Leona takes his S/O to meet his family in his kingdom after his big brother heard about his S/O from Cheka.

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x F!S/O.  

CW: Fluff, slight cursing, having a child (mentioned), grammatical error, OOC.  

A/N: KJBGAKJGWBAJWEGB IM GLAD U LIKE MY STORIES (even though they’re pretty bad ngl) (╥ᆺ╥；) EJKGBWAJKHBGAHWGB I HOPE U LIKE THIS & THX A LOT EHE ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾ IM SRY THIS’S VERY BAD

That day where Leona overblotted, his precious and adorable nephew came to meet him. The little cub saw you and was interested in getting to know you and your friends. After that day, Cheka enjoys visiting his uncle’s school.

Until now, the cub has never seen his uncle being soft and gentle around someone, Leona loves to take a nap with you, which made the little cub surprised by this. His precious and only uncle finally found a mate, he has a new aunt!

Day by day, Cheka grew too fond of you and all about you. Don’t mind him asking you about when will you marry Leona, when will you come to his homeland, and the most outrageous question is when will he have a playmate from you and Leona.

That last question sure made the two of you stop breathing, it’s the same as when will you guys have a baby or a cub. That child made Leona thought about the idea of having a child with you throughout the day. What a troublesome brat.

Running through the castle hall, the little fur ball scans all the doors to search for the king’s office. Once he spotted the door, he rushes into the room and makes the king, his wife, along with his secretary to face him.

“Dad!! Mom!! Listen listen!!” He jumps into their embrace with a glint in his eyes.

As Cheka’s father, Farena couldn’t stop him blabbering about his son’s visit to NRC, however it catches him off guard with everyone when Cheka mentions about Leona. Farena asks about his little brother to Cheka excitedly.

“Do you know, dad? Unca has a mate!!” That sentence could make the entire kingdom faint from the shock.

Gosh, seems like the younger lion beastman has grown up, huh. That sure makes the king and his wife take a deep interest in his mate. A small Q&A with Cheka doesn't satisfy Farena, the only way to find out more about it is to invite you to visit the kingdom.

Several days later, Leona wakes up to the rapping of knuckles against his door, the ones that has the audacity to disturb his nap are you, and perhaps Ruggie. The door creaks when a certain hyena beastman push it open, not loud enough to make a thud.

“Leona-san! You’ve got a letter, it’s from… Hold on… What the- THI-THIS IS THE ROYAL SEAL!!” Initially, Ruggie thought it was just an ordinary letter, so he ignored the details on the envelope.

“Huh? Royal seal? The hell they want this time? Ugh… Annoying…” Leona remains at the same place in his bed, only averts his gaze from Ruggie.

Ruggie instinctively pulls the blanket off Leona’s body swiftly and calls out his name again. The hyena sure is a persistence one, huh. Nevertheless, in the end the big lion reads what’s in the letter and only earns a huge astound from the it.

His family? Wants to meet YOU? Oh dear, now he knows who told them about you, there’s no one else beside his tiresome nephew. Why did he do this to his own uncle? His uncle is suffering now, well, that’s what Leona thought, not you.

Moreover, the one who wrote the letter is his own sister-in-law, meaning that if Leona rejects this, he can’t be considered alive when he goes home and meets her. That lioness could tear his skin apart and lecture him day and night.

Good luck, Leona Kingscholar.

He makes a low, short guttural sound as he walks to the Botanical Garden, the only place where you and he would be at this hour. All of his footstep echoes throughout the garden as he steps on the garden path.

Your scent is easy to spot, perhaps it’s because he’s clinging with you more often now and then, furthermore he loves the scent. It calms him down, deep down he feels mushy whenever you’re around him.

Not long enough, he finds you by the bench and proceeds to step closer to you, which makes you aware of his presence. One of his hands rubs the back of his neck and let out a breath audibly, his lazy gaze shows feeling other than boredom.

“…The queen- My sister-in-law invited you to come to our kingdom, Afterglow Savannah… She wants to see you on winter break… If you don’t want to, I’ll tell them quickly…” His tone seems a little annoyed and resigned.

It does make you nervous, the queen of Afterglow Savannah wants to meet you in person, she’s a queen after all. Whatever the intention, whether curious about the second prince’s mate or any other reason she has.

Turning down such a big shot request is a waste, right? If you run away, they’ll have a ton of questions about why you don’t want to meet them. Looks like you have no other choice but to accept the invitation.

As your boyfriend, Leona confirms you once again whether you’re sure or not, because there’ll be no way out afterwards. Chill, herbivore, your boyfriend tries his best to calm you down and tell you that they won’t do anything to you. Even if it really happen, well, screw them and their lives.

Taking a step forward from the mirror, you could feel how different the breeze is, as well as the atmosphere. Not many servants and guards are actually attending Leona to his chamber, not even a single one. There are only the two of you, walking down the luxurious hall to a certain room where the king and queen are waiting for you.

Your heart is beating rapidly like crazy; he could sense it from you and tells you again to relax. No one cared if he’s dating a royalty or not, because he won’t be the next king and it doesn’t influence, affect, or predispose him and his position. As long as you accept him as he is, that's more than enough.

A huge door leads you into a cozy, warm, yet remarkable room. The first thing you spot is a tiny cub running towards you and Leona, giving you a tiny and amiable embrace, giggling at you.

“Auntie!! You’re here!!” Cheka nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck, which makes… Leona hiss at him.

“We’ve been waiting for you two,” a soft, hoarse, and exotic voice emerges from the center of the room, you could feel how welcome that person voice is.

In the center of the room, there’s a huge round table with several chairs around it, 3 seats were taken by the king, queen, and their child. The huge lion beastman, Farena, who’s taller a few inches from Leona, has a bright and cheerful aura. The king must be a bright person but also an authoritative person.

Beside him, there’s a beautiful lioness beastwoman, a graceful and a gorgeous person, it could clearly tell everyone that she’s the queen of the country. They have a good combination for the leaders of the pride.

Seeing how carefree the little cub is, you could pick up he had inherited his father’s personality, they’re very similar. Like father, like son. Taking a seat beside Leona carefully, they start to ask you for your general information, that’s because they’re inquisitively about you.

When you take a glance at Leona in the middle of the conversation, he frowns and gives an artificial but polite and honest answer to his nephew. Probably… It’s because he’s in front of the queen, being scolded by her is the last thing he wants; thus, he needs to get along with his adorable nephew. Temporary.

The last question you get is the same as Cheka’s question, which makes Leona almost choke on the water while drinking. Farena, the king and Leona’s big brother, couldn’t help but burst out in laughter by his younger brother’s taken aback by the question.

Please make this end, Leona is suffering from embarrassment with you. At the end of the day, Leona immediately overthrows his body on the top of you in his bed. This is what he’s longing for, his personal pillow in his arms.

Before going to the land of dreams, the two of you share a small talk regarding today’s meeting with his family. It was a pleasant time to get to know about his family, it’s also amusing to found out Leona’s childhood stories. Perhaps, accepting the invitation wasn’t such a bad idea.

I DO NOT OWN TWISTED WONDERLAND & DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS.

[yuueee]

𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 fire lord! zuko x fire lady! reader

authors note: Firstly I just want to apologize for the hiatus, I want to be more active from now on! I’m starting finals next week so I’ll thankfully be done with this semester soon and will also have more time to write. Anyways I hope you enjoy!! I also want to apologize if Zuko is ooc here.

requests:

First of all, your tumblr looks sooooo cool! I’m looking forward to reading all of your future work! Imagine this: Zuko is annoyed by people constantly asking him about a future heir, but when one day his friends also start to ask, and even his uncle and his own mother join the baby fever train, it’s too much for him so he complains about it to his wife who only reassures him with her lovely self and her understanding smiles, not telling him yet that she is in fact pregnant. What do you think ?

Can you write an imagine with zuko who is clearly, utterly and soooo obviously in love with the reader (outgoing, courageous, loving) and maybe with the prompt “So you...well...I mean...I could give you a massage?” Thank you a lot! ^^

As the current Fire Lord and Lady, it wasn’t uncommon for the citizens of the Fire Nation to be deeply invested in your relationship - it was to be expected especially due to the uncommon nature of your union. What you weren’t expecting were Zuko’s close friends and relatives being wrapped up in your business as well. Being outside of team avatar, you were naturally more welcoming to his friend's constant questioning, but Zuko on the other hand was not. He couldn’t understand why they cared so much all of the sudden. They hadn’t been as interested when he was in a relationship with Mai - so why did they care so much now?

It wasn’t as if you weren’t getting along with his friends or family - you got along with them quite well and were very loved by them in fact. Outside of them though, you weren’t always as welcomed, unfortunately, the Fire Nation was still coming to terms with having the daughter of an Earth Kingdom General as their Fire Lady. The arranged marriage was put in place to solve several different ‘problems’. After Zuko broke up with Mai several years ago, he hadn’t begun dating anyone else due to being so busy but he’d eventually be expected to have an heir in the next coming years.

Although they had gotten better, tensions among the Earth Kingdom Colonies were still high and both sides were having difficulty keeping them under control. Eventually, an agreement was made for the daughter of a high-ranking Earth Kingdom General to marry Zuko - that daughter being yourself. Arranged marriages certainly weren’t unheard of in either nation - but a union of this sort was definitely unique.

Though he certainly wasn’t thrilled about it, Zuko understood that it was for the good of the people - and it wasn’t like there was anything he could do about it anyway. Even with his position as the recently crowned Fire Lord there still wasn’t much he could do.

On the other hand, you understandably had some issues coming to terms with your new situation at first. Despite being known by those around you as friendly and just a joy, in general, to be around - the woman Zuko had first met was quite the opposite. He could recall it like it was yesterday. Though it was awkward and stressful at the time, he now considered it to be the best day of his life.

“She’s in there.” A female servant whispered to the young man quietly, as if she didn’t want to speak loud enough for you to hear from your place at the balcony.

“Thanks,” he replied with a soft smile, bidding the elderly woman goodbye as she shuffled down the hallway. Turning towards you he was faced with a warm tropical breeze. His advisors had arranged for the two of you to meet a couple of weeks before that dreaded day, and for some reason, they thought Ember Island was the appropriate place. A combination of anxiety and general distaste for being on the island was causing him to be quite stressed - which led him to be more awkward than usual.

“Um, hello?” he spoke up faintly, as if not to startle you. He was sure you heard him come in, but you hadn’t turned around since he entered the small room. You stood several feet away with your hands placed on the railing, your [hair-texture] locks sifting gently with each gust of wind along with your predominantly red clothing. It was against what you had wanted to wear that day but it didn’t seem as if you had much a say in anything going on in your life recently.

You understood that doing this would be for the greater good of the Earth Kingdom and that your situation could technically be worse. You could have been married off to some old creep - but if you were being honest with yourself being married to the Fire Lord sounded just as bad. As you turned around though, you were surprised at the face you were met with.

He had a much younger face than you had expected, but the slight hollowness of his cheeks and the worry lines on his forehead told you that he had experienced things beyond his years. He also happened to be quite handsome - not that you wanted to admit it though. You had been bent on hating him ever since your father told you who you’d be wedding.

He was the leader of the Fire Nation, of course, you would hate him! The country that has had a century-long reign of terror on the world - and now you found yourself engaged to their leader. What had you done so wrong in your life to deserve this?

As much as you wanted to plan on running away the first chance you got, you knew deep inside that it would only cause tensions to increase and more issues to arise. You wanted the best for the residents of the Earth Kingdom, so you agreed to go through with it, but did so resentfully - which you had every right to feel that way.

But as you glared up at the young male next to you and tried to keep your attention off of the scar over his left eye - you couldn’t help but wonder what if this was the man who joined the avatar in defeating the Fire Lord? He wasn’t what you expected at all. Standing in full armor with his hair holding the fire nation insignia in a top knot - he looked awkward and out of place. You almost felt bad for him - keyword is almost.

“What do you need Fire Lord?” you questioned him, turning your gaze back to the rushing waters of the ocean.

“Um,” he faltered slightly, probably not anticipating your response. “I just wanted to introduce myself-“

“I know who you are.” you brushed him off, turning around and walking towards him - grabbing his collar and pulling him to your height. “We might be getting married but if you think for a second I will ever be nice to you, you are sadly mistaken.” you hissed at him before letting him go and walking out of the door.

Zuko couldn’t recall how long he stood there watching your form leave, all he remembered was standing there like an idiot with a red face. He hadn’t expected you to like him of course but he surely wasn’t expecting that.

As he reminisced on memories long ago while sipping his Uncle’s tea, he couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his features. As stated earlier, It may have been an unpleasant memory back then but now he considered the day he met you to be the best day of his life. Though your relationship had surely faired through many complications for a while in the beginning - surprisingly, you became fond of Zuko over the years.

It was certainly a long time coming but that strange friendship you two shared eventually evolved into love against all odds. That didn’t mean you weren’t constantly giving him an ear full (as you should tbh) your first months together. But as time progressed and you learned that he may not have been the evil prince that you had heard so much about, at least not anymore.

He wasn’t that same angsty teenager he had been years ago looking for the avatar, he was now a young adult growing quite well into the position of the Fire Lord - which was no easy feat. Taking another sip of tea, he watched his Uncle and Mother come to take a seat with him.

“How is it, Nephew?” His Uncle asked with a mischievous grin and a raise of two bushy eyebrows - albeit already knowing the answer.

“It’s great as always Uncle,” Zuko responded with a small smile, his Uncle's expression making him just a bit concerned, causing his Mother to chuckle. Though she had gained a few wrinkles over the past couple of years, she was still as radiant as she had been in her youth. She was also much happier being able to live with the family she had been apart from for many years without fearing Ozai’s intervention. It came with a price though - it seemed as if her relationship with her estranged daughter who was now on the run would never be resolved. She never lost hope though.

“Zuko,” his mother began speaking, catching the young Fire Lord’s attention with a raise of his eyebrows. “When are you going to give me a grandchild?” She asked teasingly, eager to see his reaction. In turn, her son had barely kept himself from spitting out the mouthful of tea.

“Why do you ask that?” He choked out in between a series of coughs with Iroh patting his back gently.

“You haven’t?” She asked in between chuckles, noticing how her son got bewildered at the mention of having children of his own. “You know you’ll eventually have to have an heir at some point right?”

“It’s not that I haven’t thought about it... but Y/N and I are just really busy.” He thought aloud, wishing he could run a hand through his hair - but was unable to since it was pinned in a top knot.

“Zuko, you never know when you’ll get this time of peace again. What better time to raise a child?” Iroh reassured, wiggling his eyebrows. Letting out a groan, the young Fire Lord attempted to mentally prepare himself to go through this same conversation every time he visited his family.

Over the next couple of weeks, the constant badgering he received from his friends and close relatives started to frustrate him further, so who could he turn to? You of course.

Being married for several years now, you were more than used to Zuko’s rants, so you simply just reclined on the bed with an eyebrow raised as he paced back and forth.

“I don’t get it! Why is everyone so concerned about when we’re going to have a child or not?” He questioned seemingly no one as you attempted to keep your face from contorting into a smile. It wasn’t as if you didn’t understand his frustrations, it was just funny to watch, especially since you were already pregnant.

You were surprised that he hadn’t noticed honestly, with you staying in for the past few days due to feeling sick. Who could blame him though? It wasn’t as if he wasn’t attentive and loving as a husband, he was extremely busy as of recent-and also just dense at times. After noticing his silence for a few moments as he looked over the balcony, you decided that maybe this could be the perfect time to tell him.

Getting up and sneaking behind him, you snaked your arms around his waist and turned so you could see his face. He let out an audible sigh of what sounded like relief before returning your smile and your hug.

“You want a head massage?” You questioned pulling away, wiggling your fingers playfully.

“Please.”

For the past couple of years, Zuko had been letting his hair grow out so now it rested around his shoulders.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” You started tentatively, but as usual, he was too caught up in the sensation of your fingers raking across his scalp to entirely understand what you were saying, so he just nodded in response. “I’m pregnant.” You stated plainly, ceasing your scratching. Not getting a response for a few moments, you turned to face him with a worried expression.

Much to your surprise he was grinning up at you and placed a warm hand on your cheek. “Really?”

“Yes. I’m sorry it took me so long to tell y-“ you were abruptly cut off by him pulling you into another hug and placing a kiss on the crown of your head. “So you’re happy about it?”

“Couldn’t be happier.” He responded sincerely, leaning into your shoulder so you couldn’t see the redness on his cheeks.

Maybe your family and friends would finally leave the two of you alone now?

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[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober day 16: No Way Out

Fandom: Mickey (and friends/family)

Prompts;

Mind control

Paralytic drugs

Alt 8: Made to Watch

"No ones coming"

Alright, so I am way better at Donald Duck than Mickey, but I wanted to give it a try. I have not played the video games really (though I have wanted to), but I've done a little research. So forgive any oofs and oocs, thanks guys!

Alright so I wrote this whole thing out. And then my network failed as I pressed save and now its literally all gone and its 11pm and Im about to have like very strong feelings. So im making a bullet point of what I remember I wrote and maybe someday I'll expand but until then I'm just really mad. So i apologize.

1. Oswald, Goofy and Donald are running from a mind controled Mickey.

2. Minnie is in a bout of depression as she puts most of her energy into caring for the children of her friends. Shes tortured by what Mickey has become, tortured that she can do nothing.

3. Ortensia is basically running things at this point. With minnie Out of commision shes doing the duties of the Queen as well as running her and Oswalds lands. Felicity (Mickeys sister) is helping of course. And Daisy as well.

4. Mickey is trapped in his mind, forced to watch his body do ruthless acts against his kingdom and family, unable to break free of the hold or tell his friends how to save him. The Phantom comments on how no one will come for him, how no one can save him.

5. We get a picture into the minds of Oswald, Goofy and Donald. How much they hurt at being unable to save Mickey. Donald cant stand to lose one of the few friends he has left, wants to take his pain for himself instead if only it would save mick. Goofy feels all the pain Mickey does, hates that he cant stop it. And Oswald blames himself, he just got his brother, and he was too slow to save him on the battlefield.

6. Felix has surrounded the stronghold that the Phantom resides in, stopping resources from entering, so they can lay seige to weakened forces

7. Donalds friend has given him the remedy for Mickeys mind control. A device at the base of his skull that needs to be pulled striaght out. Hope is renewed.

8. A battle takes place, Ortensia and Minnie join this time, and of course they win.

9. Oswald and Felix listen to a monolouge from Phantom who stands alone, sheilded by Mickey, his forces dead or POW.

10. Donald cuts him clean in half with a sword from the Gods, thats been spelled by a dear 'friend' (;)) to damn The Phantom to eternal suffering.

11. Goofy removes the device, and Donald catches a limp, Malnourished, and injured Mickey.

12. Oswald has an internal lament of pain as he thinks his brother dead. He doesnt know how any of them will go on without Mickey.

13. Mickey says a simple "guys..?" And thats how I ended it.

14. I added a note about how this AU would most likely involve Mickey adopting the Warner siblings, who were left orphaned after the Phantom seized their City. But how it did not fit for this prompt.

I was really proud of this au, I pulled it out of nowhere and felt the writing was actually decent. I cant bring myself to rewrite it all with the little time I have. So perhaps another day. Thank you all and I apologize again.

[malleux]

☆ Day 4 - Prince Diluc ☆

-> diluc x fem!reader | royalty!au

-> fluff, crack (diluc actually loosens up)

-> warnings: dead parents

-> “pick a prince” masterlist

a/n: i’ve got nothing to say. diluc is ooc but i wanted him to talk through his trauma and loosen up for a goddamn second yk

You were known to be a rather reckless individual. You didn’t think much of your actions, nor how they would affect you. Your entire life consisted of lessons on how to put others first, so it made sense that you would hide your pain, putting on a smile that only a princess could possess as you went about your day.

The bandage on your hand caused too much attention. People were worried- what happened to their princess?

“Your form is atrocious.”

You lifted your head away from the practice dummy, wiping the sweat off of your forehead and turning to the doorway. “Well I’m sorry, why don’t you show me how it’s done?”

Diluc huffed and moved behind you, gently adjusting your arms until the sword was pointed correctly.

“Now, do an overhand swing at that dummy.”

You subtly winced at the idea. The leather grip of the sword was practically searing into your hand, still sore from yesterday’s injury. Maybe taking the bandage off wasn’t a good idea.

Nonetheless, you swung. Your blade sliced the wooden arm, leaving a substantial mark and even more pain in your hand.

“Underhand.”

“Stab.”

“Backhand.”

“Stop!”

You dropped the sword, unconsciously clenching your hand as Diluc stepped towards you. With a firm grip, he grabbed at your hand and lifted it to his face, inspecting the reddened and irritated skin.

“What happened?”

“Just a burn when I was with Prince Albedo, no worries-“

“An experiment, I presume? He’s always getting people into problems with his little fixations. You shouldn’t be practicing if you’re injured, it won’t heal.”

You scoffed. “Didn’t know you were my mom.”

If Diluc heard you, he did a good job of ignoring it. Instead, he moved to the side of the training area where you had a cup of water. He handed it to you and sat down on the ground as you drank.

You took your time with your sips, choosing to subtly watch as Diluc tied his hair up into a high ponytail. His fingers threaded through his fluffy hair and you couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel beneath your own. You sat down next to him.

“You don’t seem like the type to be into marriages.” You began.

“I’m not.”

You quirked an eyebrow, silently waiting for him to continue.

“When my parents were alive, they’d always talked about me finding someone and having some fairy tale wedding. Something straight out of the books they’d read to my-“ He coughed “-brother and I. When your father wrote to our kingdom, asking if there were any eligible bachelors, I decided to come. Maybe my parents can see my fairy tale wedding from up in the sky.”

“Oh, Diluc-“

“I don’t want your pity.”

You furrowed your brows. “I wasn’t going to pity you. If you would have let me finished, I was going to say that I think it’s very nice that you want to honor their wishes. They must have meant a lot to you.”

Diluc shrugged, his gaze fixated somewhere far from where you were in the present. “It’s not something I share, but I figure that I need to be more open if I wish for you to pick me.”

You nodded. “Tell me about your brother.”

“He’s here.”

“What?”

“Prince Kaeya.” Saying his name seemed to send a shudder through the prince, “He’s my adoptive brother. After the death of our father, our relationship has been incredibly... strained. And yet, as much as I want to absolutely despise him, he’s still my brother.”

“So you love him?”

“As much as one could love an awful brother - wait, wait, why are you standing up?”

You giggled and began backing away as Diluc stood up with you. “I’ve got to find Prince Kaeya. I’m gonna tell him you love him and wanna be his friend again~”

“Y/N, that’s childish- GET BACK HERE!”

Cackling, you ran back inside the castle with Diluc hot on your heels. You didn’t even really remember what Kaeya looked like, it was just fun to make the stoic, calm, and collected prince chase you through the halls to stop you from calling his estranged brother’s name.

“Whoa, whoa, what’s all the noise for princess?”

“Kaeya, right?”

“Yes?”

“Diluc said- mmph!”

An arm wrapped around your waist while a hand covered your mouth, preventing you from talking to Kaeya any further. Diluc breathed heavily behind you and you tried not to flush as you felt his chest press against your back. Kaeya looked at Diluc questionably, but the red-head only glared at him and pulled you away.

“You’re ridiculous. That was incredibly childish of you- how old are you again? Seven? That sounds about right.”

You gave him an answer to your age, but your sounds were still muffled by his hand.

“What pleasure did it bring you, making me chase you around the castle? Is this what it would be like if I married you as well? I don’t think- Stop licking my hand!”

He pushed you away and you giggled once more, wiping your mouth as he did the same to his hand.

“It’s going to be exactly like this if we get married, Prince Diluc. You need to lighten up a little!” You stood up on your tip-toes and pressed a featherlight kiss to his cheek, winking at him and walking away.

Diluc watched you go, his face growing to match his hair color. And he couldn’t help but think that a future like that wouldn’t be half bad.

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[itsclydebitches]

No one should of trusted RWBY+ with fucking anything, let alone saving the world (LIKE REN SAID THEY SHOULDN’T BE MAKING DECISIONS ON) and now look. Two cities destroy, millions dead or homeless, and Salem half-way to completing her goal that might get everyone killed. Yeah, Ozpin totally should apologize for not trusting these idiots.

At the very least the story might have pulled some plot strings to "prove" that Ozpin should have trusted them from the start. Like with Oscar succeeding with Hazel. We know that success required him to go OOC and that in a story with more consistent characterization/realistic reactions from its cast, Oscar would have definitely failed... but that doesn't erase the fact that he didn't. No matter how badly executed, the story essentially argues, "Oscar was right to trust Hazel because look, Hazel helped him" and we might have gotten something similar with the group: "Ozpin was wrong to mistrust them because look, when they learned the truth everything got better."

But, uh... things got so much worse.

The group drove Ozpin away rather than proving that they were actually different from everyone else who learned about Salem. Then they nearly lost the Relic at the farm. They tested the fragile trust between the kingdoms by stealing from Atlas and in doing so got a Leviathan to attack a city. Then they lied to Ironwood - the exact thing Ozpin supposedly shouldn't have done to them. They actively divided their allies - you know, the thing Salem wants. Not splitting the group to complete two separate tasks, Ruby - by turning on the Ace Ops and Ironwood. Ruby told everyone about Salem, which realistically should have caused massive grimm attacks across the entire world. They lost the Relic because they never bothered to put it in the vault. They also ended up losing the last question because of that. They lost the Staff because they stupidly took it out of the vault. Their Maiden was killed, again. An entire populace is displaced and currently getting picked off by grimm. They knowingly, willingly, and deliberately destroyed an entire kingdom when they didn't have to.

Oh, and then five out of ten “died.” If there was any part of Ozpin that held back out of worry for their safety, that’s been proven correct too. They weren’t strong enough, or smart enough to survive this war. Within just a few months they were (we’re meant to believe) killed. 

Putting aside, for the moment, that a story needs conflict and failure on the part of its protagonists, everything that has happened since Volume 6, to my mind, proves Ozpin right. Not just in terms of "Wow, when I tell people about Salem they hurt and betray me" but also "Wow, somehow I don't think this group of teenagers with one year of training is ready to be the linchpin of this war." Because that's what they wanted by demanding every secret: to be at the very center of the fight, to be making the tough calls, to play at being the world's hero. The problem is, their idea of a hero is still someone who fixes everything with an epic punch to the face. When that fails... they crumble. Cue Ruby sitting around in the mansion half the volume. Should Ozpin have trusted his inner circle? It's debatable. Lionheart ran to Salem the second he learned of her immortality, Qrow sunk deeper into his alcoholism and gave up the fight, but Ironwood took it in a stride and kept pushing forward. Theodore we don't know yet. So it's pretty up in the air whether that would have assisted Ozpin, or just made things worse that much faster, but then that's not really the question here. Should he have told the group? Should he have deliberately made these teens generals in this war? The plot says, "Absolutely not." Because when they made themselves the generals through force - stealing the question, lying to Ironwood, defeating the Ace Ops, hijacking Amity - things have consistently gotten worse. Nothing we've seen on screen the last three volumes says, "See? Look how much better things are once Ozpin was forced to trust love and put his faith in this team."

And what slays me is that the show so desperately tries to backtrack on this with the fight between Ren and Yang:

Ren: Are you kidding?! We don’t know the first thing about being Huntsmen. We clearly weren’t ready.

Yang: Were we not ready when we saved Haven? When we took down a Leviathan? We got the Lamp to Atlas.

Ren: And then we lost it! And after that, when we had to make real decisions, we got every single one wrong.

Yang: I’m not going to pretend like we did everything perfectly, but if we’d done nothing, things would be even worse than they are now.

Ren: How could they possibly be worse? We are stuck out here while Salem has the Lamp and Oscar. We’ve got no plan, no army.

Yang: We’ve got the Maiden!

Yang is forced to omit so much information to make the team look good here and Ren is only allowed to point out one (1) thing she omits: "And then we lost it!" Yang fails to mention that they didn't save Haven, Blake's army did. So yeah, one member of the team, but it's not like they got in there and kicked epic ass. Weiss nearly died. The Relic was only saved because Raven decided she didn't want it anymore. The group barely held their own and then won due to good timing and the bad guys taking each other out/changing their minds. They were going to defeat two Maidens? Lucky them one Maiden took the other out and then decided to hand them the Relic.

Took down a leviathan? Funny how she fails to mention that they drew the leviathan there in the first place and that Cordovin's drill is what did it in. Even Ruby's eyes is a single person ability that only works on grimm, not at all useful for the human-based problems Ren is talking about. They got the Lamp to Atlas? Yeah, and then you lost it. Getting it to Atlas is literally meaningless when the villains still managed to steal it, that victory a direct result of the group's stupid decisions. It's like going, "I successfully got water out of the boat" and failing to mention that the boat still sank. Oh, and also you could have plugged the hole at any point and just... didn't. The boat sinking is absolutely on your hands. When pressed just the tinniest bit, all Yang can come up with is that they've still got the Maiden, someone who will be attacked, hacked, and murdered by the end of the volume. Everything else? "but if we’d done nothing, things would be even worse than they are now."

That's a very big claim from someone ignoring all her failures. And of course, soon after this Ren dares to use Jaune's lack of training as an example of how unprepared they are (valid), he gets mad, the duo later tells him to open up more (he literally just did), and then the story drops his anger for a semblance upgrade instead. RWBY banks on us just believing Yang, carried along by everyone - all the way through to Nora - going on about how Very Very Wrong Ren Is - because if you actually consider these themes of trust and ask whether Ozpin was wrong to hold back... there's not a lot to challenge that decision. The go-to argument would be, "The heroes made things better once they knew the truth, ergo, they should have known the truth from the start" but the group has continually made things worse. It's not even a temporary problem anymore. No matter that they'll inevitably win, Atlas is gone. They've done irreversible harm to the world and yeah, they're trying to do good, they're trying, but this isn't the story of some teenagers forced into a conflict and doing what they can with the hand they've been dealt. This is the story of some teenagers who forced their way in, so when things go wrong... that's on them, no matter their intentions. They are now responsible, just as much as Ozpin was responsible. Except the story refuses to admit that, continually positioning Ruby as an innocent child in need of reassurance, not the licensed huntress who stole control from Ozpin, lied her way into a new inner circle, attacked former allies to avoid the consequences of her own actions, and presented herself as the world's savior... only to then cry because she never had a plan to begin with. We've got a fantastic story here about how Ruby wasn't ready, none of her friends were, and their naïve belief that they were the heroes of this tale - running after the White Fang, then Cinder, then Salem herself - has done incredible harm within a delicate, multi-generation war. We might have started telling that story if the group had actually sat with Ren's accusations and admitted their mistakes. Instead, we're left with this ridiculous claim that no matter how bad things get, it's always better than the alternative of the group not being involved at all. Because they're the heroes, remember. Their goodness they provide is, supposedly, inherent. The only problem is we no longer have a plot that supports this claim.

[hey-its-nonny]

Yay! I was thinking if you could write a Thranduil x Male Reader. The reader is Thranduil’s husband, he’s shy, caring, intelligent and small (I mean compared to Thranduil😂). I just want Thranduil being all sappy and protective of his lovely Angel! Thrandul’s husband is such a cute cinnamon roll🥰 and Thranduil just spoils him so much! His husband wants new clothes? Done. New Jewels? Done. Thranduil loves to pamper his husband, always the best things for his Angel!

Omg! Imagine Gandalf and the others meeting Thranduil’s husband (he’s a motherly figure to Legolas) and just being so in love with him omg. Just some Thranduil being a big softie and protecting his husband! Ahhh so cute

Thanks for your time!

Love it!!!

fluffy one shot coming right up!

this differs a bit from canon, but it’s hilarious so just bear with me.

warnings: Bullying, slightly underweight reader, protective (lowkey scary) Thranduil

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You strolled across the bridge, tugging at the hem of the soft, olive green tunic resting around your torso.

You knew they’d find you if you didn’t get to the library soon, so you put a bit of pep in your step. A group of elves claiming to be your friends usually paid you a weekly visit on your way to work.

Most of the time they just made fun of you, so it was easy to brush off; but there were times when they got a punch or two in to really make their point.

Unfortunately, this was one of those special occasions from the looks of it.

The tall, dark haired group of brutish elves steadily followed you, only speeding up when you spared them a glance.

At this point, you were running to the library.

That only fueled their ambitions, though. They chased after you, hellbent on ruining your day.

Then, you made it into the maze of books, finding shelter behind your desk. You looked up to make sure they didn’t hear your breathing, peeking above the surface to check if they were gone.

They weren’t.

Even better, they saw you. With grins more twisted than the labyrinth of books you sat in front of, they slowly approached you.

The closer they got, the further you backed away. Once your back hit the wall, heart racing, you realized there was no way out of this.

Mine of the elves, Belhír, if you remembered correctly, grabbed the collar of your shirt and offered a bone chilling smile, sending shivers down your spine.

Accepting your fate, you closed your eyes and braced yourself for the blows sure to come.

Only thing was, there weren’t any.

You opened your eyes and lo and behold, Thranduil Opherion, your king and frequent visitor, stood in front of you, cooler than an autumn breeze.

You’d only interacted with him a few times, but from what you remembered, he was a decent man. You might have even gone so far as to develop a silly little crush on the king.

“Release him.” The elf demanded, voice smooth, yet somehow sharper than knives.

Belhir immediately let go of you, clearly baffled by the king’s mere presence.

Yet, the king was focused on you. He stared at you, sending blood straight to your cheeks.

Three simple words broke the silence, Thranduil’s gaze never leaving your face.

“Come with me.”

———

Now, you sat beside your husband in the garden, basking in the warm embrace he gave.

”Y/n? Can you hear me?” The elf inquired, pressing a kiss to your forehead to make sure you heard him.

With heated cheeks, you sheepishly smiled, pressing a kiss to your husband’s jaw.

”Sorry, meleth, I was just lost in thought.” You apologized, shivering at the deep chuckle against your neck. In reality, however, you were a bit disappointed.

Today was your anniversary and Thranduil still hadn’t remembered. You decided to drop one more hint, hoping he’d remember the event.

“What’s on your mind, my love?” Thranduil asked, eyes trained on your face just as they were the day everything changed.

“The day we became a family.” You answered, your voice laced with nothing but love for the two boys so deeply intertwined in your life.

Your husband hummed, running his fingers through your hair. “One of the best days of my life.” He replied, standing up and holding his hand out for you to follow, his grin warmer than the sun.

“Come with me.”

You followed him out of the garden you’d grown to love, curious as to where he was taking you. With a bit of patience and some walking, you found yourself standing in front of your shared quarters.

Now you were just confused.

“What are we doing?” You asked, tilting your head to convey your confusion.

Thranduil just smiled. “Get dressed. I have a something for you.”

Still confused, you obliged, slipping in between the doors of your closet.

You had to admit, knowing he didn’t remember hurt your feelings, but it was just a date in time. It was silly to be upset about.

You dressed into a f/c robe, one that Thranduil had given you, and tousled your hair in the mirror before striding out of the room, still clueless as to what was going on.

Thranduil looked stunned when you walked out, eyes wide. Shaking himself from his trance, Thranduil offered his hand.

“You look wonderful, meleth nîn.” Your cheeks flushed while you took the elvenking’s hand.

“Thank you, love.”

Thranduil lead you down the hall, dead silent with an expression more solid than the ground you walked upon.

You realized that you were heading towards the celebration hall. Why were you going there?

Was he throwing a party for some reason?

Oddly enough, you were right.

Thranduil opened the door for you, that wretched, gorgeous smile tainting his lips as your eyes lit up.

Everything was decorated so beautifully.

Flowers and green garlands were strung high everywhere, adding to the natural beauty this kingdom already held.

Upon looking closely, you saw that the flowers Thranduil had chosen to decorate with were the same flowers you’d put up on your wedding day. You couldn’t believe he remembered.

”Happy anniversary, my darling.” A low, beautifully familiar voice stated, accompanied by a hand slipping around your waist.

You grinned, standing on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around Thranduil’s neck, pressing a kiss to his nose.

“You remembered.” You breathed, your goofy grin melting the elvenking’s heart.

Thranduil scoffed. “Of course I did.“ He hummed, smooth voice ringing into the almost completely silent room.

It was just the two of you in there, which made it so much sweeter. While you knew Thranduil loved being the center of attention, you were quite the opposite.

You liked leading a more private life, and Thranduil knew that. Somehow, you loved him even more.

With a nod towards a group of musicians, Thranduil led you out onto the large dance floor, gripping your hand with a smile.

While your cheeks darkened, your smile went in the other direction, brightening with each step Thranduil lead you in.

The music only elevated how you felt, sweet melodies touching your heart while you danced in the arms of the one you called your home.

You wanted to cry a bit, in all honesty, just because of how happy you were, but you refrained from it to keep from confusing Thranduil.

You watched Thranduil’s feet, attempting to remember the dance as best you could. While you were focused on getting the steps right, Thranduil was merely admiring how perfect you were to him.

You were sweet, caring, intelligent beyond comparison, handsome, strong in the sense of willpower (he was actually very concerned when he first saw you.), and to put it simply, everything Thranduil needed.

You were everything he wanted, too.

Thranduil watched you dance, madly in love with the way you tried so hard. While he would never speak to anyone else this way, Thranduil opened his mouth and spoke with a honeyed tone.

”My love, it’s just us. Do not worry about formalities.” He reminded, finding that this was one of the first times he’d spoken this gently since his first love left him.

Then, he realized how lucky he was to have you.

As if you knew what was running through his mind, you smiled up at him, slowing the dance to kiss him.

It was sweet, affectionate, and conveyed the love you both shared for each other.

Once you pulled away, you grinned, wrapping your arms around Thranduil’s neck, falling into a slow sway as the music followed.

”I love you.” You breathed, cheeks so red, you had to avert your gaze to the floor.

You couldn’t see it, but Thranduil was genuinely smiling at you, admiring how phenomenal you were.

“And I love you.” He replied, tone smooth and loving.

After plenty of dancing, you both grew tired and decided to call it a day.

You both changed out of your formal wear, settling in under the covers of your shared bed with content.

You laid on your side, Thranduil behind you as the day came to a close.

”Goodnight, Ithildin nîn.” Thranduil hummed, wrapping an arm around your waist with a kiss to the nape of your neck.

You shivered, placing your hand over Thranduil’s. “Goodnight, meleth. Thank you.”

Upon seeing the way your body reacted to it, Thranduil kissed the nape of your neck again just to tease.

“For what?”

You shivered again, playfully smacking his hand.

“A wonderful life.”

~~~~ Thranduil’s ooc bc in this one he’s not heartbroken and angsty all the time :)

ANYWAYS

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thank you for reading!! <3

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How Zutara Should’ve Happened (my take anyways, if Zuko still joined the Gaang in Season Three)

Alright, so I’m a Zutara shipper. Anyways, here’s my rant of the day.

So, if Zutara were to be cannon, let’s say that we wouldn’t change the cannon, other than that. Also full disclaimer, I don’t really like Kataang. It’s cute, and sweet, buuuut I think that they would be better off single or with other people. I personally ship Taang so much-

When I first watched it, I really wanted Katara to end up single. I thought that would be a fitting ending for her story. But hey, she didn’t, and that’s fine.

This is not an anti Kataang post, seriously. If you ship it, cool, I don’t, but everyone had different opinions. Just please don’t come to my inbox and yell at me.

Aight, under the cut bc it got long.

So, if we weren’t gonna change the cannon, Zuko still joins in season three and all. Katara and him would still have a rocky relationship at first, and for good reason, I mean wtf Zuko what happened at the CoTL?

Rant for another day

Anyways-

What I would think is that Katara couldn’t help but notice how Zuko is trying to gain their, and her trust. I mean, she’s pissed but still, she notices. It doesn’t make her forgive him or anything, and it shouldn’t, but she does see it.

Now, I’m thinking little moments. Like when he shoved her out of the way of the falling rocks? Yeah, she still snaps at him, but maybe after she’s a little less fiery. Just a bit.

And then after TSR, things start to change. Of course, we get the iconic hug, but!! I want another scene, when they’re coming back from the trip.

One thing that always bothers me when I read Zutara stuff is that writers rarely address Zukos betrayal in TCoTL. Like,,, maybe I haven’t read the right fanfics but c’mon guys.

I really think, no, I know that Katara and Zuko should address that. I really want a scene, when they’re coming back, while Katara is sorting out whether to forgive him or not, I want them to talk about it. And sorry if it’s OOC- But Like so:

Katara: Why did you do it?

Zuko: ...do what?

Katara: Why did you fight with Azula? I thought you changed, I thought you would’ve fought with us.

Zuko: I-

[ a moment of quiet]

Zuko: I thought about it, and I almost did-

Katara: [turns around to face him] Then why didn’t you? Why did you choose that?

Zuko: I wanted my honor. I wanted to go home, and I thought- I though that if I fought with her, I could get my honor back.

[Katara doesn’t answer.]

Zuko: But Im sorry. I am.

Katara, quietly: I thought you changed...

Zuko: I have, now, I mean.

Katara: Why was your honor so important to you anyways? And what do you mean by ‘wanted to go home’?

Zuko: I- I was banished. Until I found the Avatar, I couldn’t go back.

[Katara turns, studying him, then turns back around]

Katara: ...You couldn’t go back, ever?

Zuko: No.

[She doesn’t speak after that, and neither does he.]

Okay, so maybe that was too OOC, but they did need to have a conversation something like that. A conversation where Zuko explained, at least a bit about why he fought with Azula.

And then, after that, the hug and forgiveness. But that was a turning point in their relationship, and I don’t like that so little fic writers address that.

And then!! I want little moments. Just small moments, maybe a bit more teasing, a bit more concern on Kataras part.

Also, let’s face it: Zuko would be simping. Katara wouldn’t be lovey dovey, no, she wouldn’t. Zuko would be the simp, Zuko would be the one stuttering slightly at teasing and stuff.

Just little moments, nothing big bc c’mon, they’re kids. They’re teenagers in the belp middle of a war.

Speaking of which! I really want one more scene between them. After Aangs noncon kiss in the Ember Island Players, I want there to be a scene where Zuko finds Katara and she vents to him.

Also I’ve been losing my damn mind trying to find a gif series for that bc someone on Tumblr made it and I can’t find it- fkdndd

Okay, but along with a huge chunk of the fandom, it really makes me mad that they didn’t show more of Kataras reaction, and that Aang didn’t apologize. Like wtf Aang.

I would’ve been fine with anyone coming to Katara, or telling Aang that was wrong but- Didn’t happen. They just glossed over that part smh.

But! Say Zuko were to come and talk with her about it. And then at the end, he might ask her why she was confused, Maybe something like this:

Zuko: If you don’t mind, why are you so confused?

Katara: I don’t know! But it’s in the middle of war. It isn’t over, and now isn’t the time for... for romance.

Zuko: But that doesn’t mean that you can’t be happy. I mean, look at Sokka.

Katara: I’m not Sokka.

[They both go quiet for a minute]

Katara: Sorry, Im just... It’s too much to deal with right now, and we have to focus on ending the war.

Zuko: No, I get that. It’s fine.

Katara: I’m just- I’m confused, and now isn’t the time and-

[She pauses, and the two look at each other for a moment. All is quiet.]

Zuko: I.. can go, if you want. If you need some space.

Katara: Yeah, that would probably help.

[Zuko walks away. As he does, Katara is staring at his back, a thoughtful expression on her face]

Yes, yes, I think that would make sense in the romance line. Mirroring when Zuko was staring at Kataras back.

Alright, so everything would be same, up to Katara healing Zuko after the Agni Kai. But there would be subtle differences. She takes his hand and holds it instead of putting her hand on his back. No big “I love you” or whatever. Just holds his hand, and maybe a line like “We- I could’ve lost you!” Maybe.

And then! One last thing, instead of that long Kataang kiss at the end, a scene between Katara and Zuko, talking about their futures.

I’m a really big fan of Water Tribe Ambassador Katara, and it shows.

Katara: So.. Fire Lord Zuko, huh? Finally regained your honor?

Zuko: [groans] Yes, now stop it.

Katara: [laughs] Nope, never gonna stop.

[Theres a minute of quiet]

Zuko: And what about you? Are you going back to the SWT?

Katara: I am. The Northern and Southern tribes... they need to connect again, not become one, but the connection was frayed with the war, and someone has to take a step to rebuild it.

Zuko: What about the Air Temples?

Katara: That’s up to Aang. I’ll help him of course, we all will, but he’s the last air bender. He’ll take care of them, like I’ll take care of the Water tribes.

Zuko: With Sokka too, I’m guessing.

Katara: I don’t know about that, actually. Sokka may want to travel a bit, scope out the world.

Zuko: And you don’t?

Katara: I do, and I will. Sokka and I, regardless of whatever travel, we’ll work together to take care of the tribes.

Zuko: [chuckles] And I’ll be here. I’m going to try to undo the damage the war did. Open up relations again in the Earth Kingdom, sort out the colonies.

Katara: Don’t overwork yourself.

Zuko: You shouldn’t either.

[She laughs, and stops in front of the pond, looking at the turtle ducks]

Katara: Zuko..

Zuko: What?

Katara: [turns to face him] We... went through a lot. And I have something that I need to tell you.

Zuko, sweating slightly: ..yes?

Katara: Relax, it’s nothing bad!

Katara: I..

[Katara takes his hand and smiles. Zukos eyes widen and he looks down at their hands]

Katara: Well?

[Zuko looks back up and smiles at her.]

Zuko: You’re going to visit sometime, right?

Katara: Course I will.

[He smiles again, and intertwines their fingers. It’s quiet once more, then off in the distance, Sokka yells something]

Katara: [laughs] Now c’mon, your Honor. Let’s go.

[She pulls Zuko down the path towards their friends, and all their laughter can be heard. The End comes up, and the credits roll]

So!!

No big ily confession, no long kiss. Why? Because they’re kids. They’re fourteen and sixteen, there shouldnt be an ily, there shouldn’t be an uncomfortably long kiss.

Later, of course. But now? Let’s them just hold hands and tease each other and relax a bit.

Anyways, that’s my Zutara rant of the day, thanks for listening.