#prince dusk shine

[dieguin-san-theartist2009]

My Little Pony Colt Version + Human Edition Characters But With Background Paintings

Note: I Am Not Brony Folks /:)

[candywrithee]

*soft yandere themes implied

Imagine being a technically? villain in mlp but they just couldn't stop courting you. Prince Solaris gifting your opposing kingdom gifts to "mend both of your relationship". Prince Artemis giving you the sweetest dreams because even you can't stop him from dreams. Or maybe you can, no one knows.

Prince Caden and (fem)Shinning Armour agreeing with each other to pursue you. After all, two is better than one! You could easily just ruin things in the crystal empire and all they do is shake their heads and softly bringing you away to possibly lock you up as time out.

Dusk Shine and Butterscotch would be so scared to even try without a bit of help. Dusk Shine could definitely willingly try and hand you anonymous gifts. Butterscotch's animals would be scared at first but if you are ever so soft to animals, they wouldn't be after seeing you around them. Doesn't matter if you avoid them, they know you can be soft. They had to drag Butterscotch to talk to you. Bonus points if you can tower over him.

Bubble Berry is very (genuinely) happy around you. You could dumped a whole cake on top of him and he'll just eat it off thinking you want to party with cake. Just imagine the chrysalis and fluffy videos. That's you two.

Applejack is... Trying his greatest with the help of his family that is. The cutie mark crusaders are on the case! He's down bad like his dad with his mum. Like father like son I suppose. Bunny shaped apples and apple desserts all the way.

Elusive is a handful but definitely not shy. Sweetie belle is really struggling with rooting for her brother or for Applejack because of last statement. Elusive gifts you the flashiest things, even ones that doesn't really cover themselves in diamonds. I'm sure you can tolerate his efforts. Ego? 50/50.

Rainbow Blitz, I'll admit is not the best partner candidate. But he's the element of loyalty for a reason. He gets points because of his loyalty to you. He's the athlete boyfriend that wants to show off every second to just impress you. He the one that says "This is for you!" while pointing at you at his every game.

This turns more into a boyfriend thing so let's be mean.

You burn every gifts sent to you, and even slam the door on everyone if they appear in front of your place. You yell at Butterscotch and his animals when they get so overwhelming. You push them harshly that they fall when they get so close. You purposely sabotage them or make them trip like at Rainbow Blitz's.

You can do so much, what's stopping you?

But they're delusional enough to think you have a good soul deep down your dark heart. I mean just look at Stellar Gleam! (Don't feed their fantasies or do, I don't care.)

[lady-lorienn]

Prince Dusk Shine, sole sovereign of Equestria, Prince of Friendship, and bearer of both the Sun and the Moon 🌙 ☀️ ⭐️

Revamped my old fully-ascended-alicorn Dusk Shine design! I will not stop giving these bishie boys such luscious locks or pretty faces; just because they’re stallions doesn’t mean they can’t be just as pretty as their female counterparts 😤

Definitely can’t wait to play around with this design some more and really show it off! For now I think I’m quite happy with it.

[featheredclover]

Shab-e-intezaar

Oneshot inspired by this word prompt by @arshifiesta

The night of awaiting 

_________

The streetlight burned as dusk coiled around the city of Lucknow. Like a bunch of princes to their favourite courtesan, a flutter of moths were drawn to the light.

Khushi stifled a smile at the impish comparison, as she hurried along the narrow roads of Lakshmi Nagar. 

———

“Amma, I am home” , she said with flourish, dropping her handbag onto the chair and her jootis kicked off elegantly over the mat.

“Hmm”, came the buzz of mild acknowledgment from Garima Gupta.

Khushi huffed out a breath in mock exasperation. 

“What is there in this god forsaken serial that I can’t get you to give your eyes a break for a second? The same old rich man- poor girl nonsense!”

“Hush Khushi!”

She tied her hair into a quick knot, and left for her evening bath, leaving her mother with her precious LED box.

———

“You just have to cook the chapatis baccha, I have made the curry” Garima smiled fondly as Khushi stood bent over the stove.

“Aah! AD break I assume?” She smirked.

“Of course!” Garima laughed, “Love stories…..”

Khushi spun around at her mother’s change of tone.

“They remind me of what your father and I shared”, her eyes misty with memories.

“Lies” Khushi smiled , “Papa wasn’t rich”

“He was rich in his heart! Joke all you want, but one day you’ll realise what I am talking about Khushi. So many proposals have come your way, but I have rejected them for I know that you deserve to marry for love”

“What rubbish! I’ll marry someone who mints money!”

“We’ll see”

And with that Garima was off to the living room again.

If she had paused, she would have seen the tell tale signs of a lie on her daughter’s face. The flushing of cheeks, the biting of lip and the nervous gesture of hands.

Khushi Kumari Gupta was in love.

————

She laid the fresh bed sheet over her mattress, humming an old Bollywood tune. Her room was set in muted tones of pink. She was a magpie in all essence. Her nani’s jewellery, her papa’s books and all the gifts she had ever received, were all stored beautifully in this room.

Her parents had worked hard over the years to buy this flat in the heart of Lucknow. Her papa’s death in that fatal car accident years ago didn’t dim her mother’s will to work. And so Khushi grew up with her mother as the headmaster of a government school, with ambitions of being a teacher herself.

She placed the test papers she had taken pains to correct in a file, and pushed them away on her desk with a sigh of relief.

“Semester exams done!” She said out loud to herself.

Switching off the lamp, she stood up and plunged the room into dimness.

With the strategy of a woman in love, she grabbed a book from her bedside table and walked with measured leisure to the ornate window.

The moon hid behind the clouds as she searched for him. Her fingers flipped the pages, hoping its flutter would bring him to his window. The window framing the wall neighbouring hers.

And then like the bride waiting for the moon on her first fasting, she was assuaged as the clouds cleared and the moon lit up his handsome face, shining the harsh lines of him into light.

“Arnav”, she breathed out as if parched from his thirst. Thirst of the man who had stolen her dreams, her heart and her peace.

“How were the semester papers? By your expression I can guess you are glad to be rid of them”, he smirked wickedly.

“Laugh all you want, but at least I don’t sit hunched over a computer all day!”, she said tongue in cheek.

He smiled, hands lifted up in defeat.

“I am a verified corporate slave”

He took a sip from his cup, his eyes holding her captive.

“Beautiful night”

She shook her head, “You say that every night”

“And I mean it every night”, he insisted, his voice ringing against the dark.

She cleared her throat, “So the heroine and hero got stuck in a lift today”

He chuckled, “I am amused how Garima aunty suffers this everyday”

“Tell that to her,” she grinned.

“That her favourite show lacks originality? No way!”

“It’s cliche! But it works…”

Arnav set his cup aside, resting his forearm on the ledge, leaning over.

“They sell dreams don’t they? We wait all our lives. Some live and lose. But they sell our dreams to us..”

Khushi sighed, “Making the wait bearable?”

“Agonising” his whisper lit up her night.

—————

The staff room was not unaffected by the lazy afternoon. The fan whirred in the corner as the two friends sat hunched together.

“Her wedding was simply stunning! Her dad spent so much.”

She looked on, bored as Payal recounted their colleague’s wedding last week. She had missed it due to her cousin’s wedding the same day.

“Payal! What about the groom? Does he suit Sheetal?”

“Well….he is balding. And he has a paunch. But that won’t matter in America would it?”

“Sheetal had a poster of Salman on her wall”, Khushi mumbled.

“So what Khushi? Life is not a movie. No one is going to get a Salman or Shah rukh. We are going to get nice men with heavy pockets”

“Akash is certainly not just a nice man” she smirked.

Payal playfully smacked her hand, before settling down despondently.

“His mother doesn’t approve.”

“Does that matter? He is willing to fight anyone for you. He got that apartment near the junction-“

“Yes! But I didn’t want him to give up his family. I want him to have everything he wants”

Khushi closed her hand over Payal’s fist.

“He loves you. And if a few sacrifices are what life demands from him, that’s okay. Because how happy he’ll be with you matters the most!”

She smiled, her eyes filled with unshed tears.

“Thank you Khush”, she choked out.

————-

She stood by her window, gazing out at his closed one, her hand drying her waist length hair gently.

 Payal had texted her this morning, asking her to be one of the witnesses for their registered marriage. 

It was happening. After all the hardships, Akash was finally marrying Payal. She couldn’t be more happier for the two of them.

Raizadas were going to lose another son, she thought. Arnav had left the grandiose of Sheesh Mahal two years ago, to live in this humble settlement.

“Just exhausted, Khushi. They wanted to control everything. My life, my soul, my very breath”

She recalled his words with a pang. He had to suffer so much, before he could finally break free.

And now Akash…..

Walking over to her almirah, she looked for her favourite Anarkali. 

White. For purity. For innocence. For new beginnings. 

For Akash and Payal.

She was happy for them. Why wouldn’t she be? She had been a Cupid to their story, nonetheless.

But when her gaze settled on the neighbouring window, she felt a twinge of anxiety. She hadn’t revealed her own heart to Arnav, let alone expect him to return her love. 

She had her share of sleepless nights, worrying that any day now, he will bring home a woman. Her heart will break. And all those unplayed heartbreak CDs in her possession will finally get a chance to echo in her room.

Slipping on a pair of jhumkas, Khushi draped a dupatta over her and walked out to say goodbye to her mother.

———-

“Arnav!”

She couldn’t believe her eyes. Empty tea cups rested on the coffee table. Her mother greeted her with a soft, serene smile.

“Amma-“

“Isn’t it time? Payal will be waiting” , her mother interrupted.

“But-“ , she frowned.

“After all, you'll be late when you reach there”, she turned back to Arnav, “I think you should stay there tonight beta”

“The register office is fifteen minutes from here!”

“We are going to Agra. Did you think the Raizadas would let Akash get married here?”

She stared at him. Unsure of the change in plans, of this tea with her mother, unsure of him and the way he was looking at her.

“It’s a four hour car ride Khushi, you better leave now!” Her mother was now on her feet, almost pushing her daughter out of the door.

“Shall we?” 

Her hand slid into his.

Agra it is.

————

“Please sign here” the grumpy man mumbled.

She looked on as Akash’s two colleagues signed the paper.

“Khushi”, Arnav placed a hand on her waist, pushing her forward.

She took the pen in her hand, muttering a prayer under her breath before noting down her signature.

Joy and claps filled the air as the couple was pronounced husband and wife.

Khushi looked on with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face, as Akash kissed Payal softly, ignoring the registrar’s gasp of outrage.

Love had won again.

————-

She was a romantic. She had always been. Even when she had first visited the Taj Mahal with her mother at the young age of ten, she had found her heart aching at the majestic symbol of love. Shah Jahan’s number of wives or his harem didn’t matter. There was love that thrived beyond graves, and that’s all that mattered.

Khushi soaked in the beauty the monument was, under the cover of the night. Wrapping her dupatta, firmly around her shoulders, she walked beside Arnav, who seemed so deep in thought, she almost felt jealous.

“I never thought it could be more beautiful”, she broke through the silence.

“You love the nights, not surprising”, Arnav smiled.

Rows of trees lined their path, the distant lights illuminated their footsteps, as the breeze swayed.

“Shab-e-intezaar”, he said out loud.

“Shab-e-intezaar? What are you waiting for?”, she asked, puzzled.

He smiled in that mysterious way of his.

Her breath left her as he caught her wrist and pulled her against him. Wide eyed, she looked up at him, pure shock and pleasure running through her whole being.

“This”, he whispered, before his mouth came down on hers. 

His lips were unbearably soft. The slight way he moved against her was driving her crazy. Something primitive rose within her, as her hand clutched his shirt, pressing herself against him firmly.

He was quick to know her. Entangling her within his arms, he tightened his hold.

Breathless she broke away, resting her head against his. She felt his warmth on her nose, before her head was tilted up.

“I love you Khushi”, he kissed her again.

Khushi’s hand tightened on his wrist.

“I love you too”, she whispered back.

Arnav broke into a delicious smile. Holding her hand he stepped away.

Ignoring the sudden bout of shyness flooding her, she held his eyes as if her life depended on it.

He bent down on one knee.

“Happiness found me, while I was leaning against my bedroom window one night. I still thank whatever gods are up there, who brought me to you, Khushi. I am in love with you. With your spirit, your heart, your eyes. I am just a man in love with you”, his voice wavered at the end.

She swallowed thickly, her vision blurring with emotion.

“With the blessings of Garima aunty”, he cracked a wry grin, “I would like to ask you if you want to be my wife? Spend the rest of our lives, no longer separated by walls and windows?”

“I will”, she let out a sob.

She crashed into him, arms entwining around him as he almost tumbled onto the ground.

His laughter filled her ears, and she glanced up at the beautiful Taj Mahal, framed by their night.

Love had found them. After a long shab-e-intezaar.

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Hope you liked this story! Dedicated to all those beautiful nights ~ I urge you to look out your window tonight and wish something special for yourself ;)

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Deceit and Decay

What if Belle didn't fall in love with the Conqueror Beast? What if his last hope abandoned him simply because she didn't know he existed? Would his black heart break and crack or grow as hard as stone?

An AU where Chevalier is crowned for Rhodolite, Gilbert lost his last shred of humanity, and MC (Dahlia) is thrust into a nightmare world where deceit and decay are everyday occurrences.

CW: Major Character Death, Graphic Violence, Explicit Sexual Content. Full list on ao3.

Chapter One

Rating: T

Word count: 3,391

Chandeliers sparkled from dozens of candles, their flames dancing along the crystal, reflecting and refracting the light to create a ballroom of stars for the nobility invited to King Chevalier’s coronation. The ceremony had concluded earlier, and now foreign nations and the highest members of Rhodolite society mingled throughout the brilliant ballroom. Every person was dressed in dazzling finery, with women sparkling just as brightly as the chandeliers from gold and silver embroidery on their dresses, and men decorated with medals and accessories that told of their achievements to their kingdoms.

No matter how many times Dahlia saw the nobility dressed to the nines, she always found them captivating in their clothes that cost more than her home had when she was a commoner working at a bookstore. Now a minister of the court in training, her clothing was also of a higher quality than she used to own, but still rather modest compared to the guests in attendance today. She had to keep her station in mind and dress appropriately.

Nearly a year ago, she had come to the palace as the new Belle, and after a month of learning about the kingdom and the princes, she had chosen Chevalier to become the next to sit on the throne. It took some time before it was announced that the former king had passed, and then more time to name Chevalier as the successor to the public and surrounding kingdoms. There were reasons for the delay, but none of that mattered now that he was formally recognized as the ruler of Rhodolite.

Locating Chevalier was always easy in these situations due to his chilly and impersonal interactions with others. Today, however, instead of most people keeping their distance from Chev and his cold aura, more people than one could easily count were grouped around him, making introductions, offering their congratulations and respect, and some were already leveling talk of new reforms or future marriage proposals.

Dahlia did her best to bite down a smirk. She knew Chevalier very well and could see how tiresome he was finding all the interactions, but he was doing his best as a leader for the country and she considered praising him later for that. It warmed her heart how much he had changed over the last year. Most wouldn’t see a difference, but she did, and his brothers did as well. She counted herself lucky to have been able to witness the change in him - Sariel offering her a position to be a court minister was not originally part of the Belle process.

The celebration had begun shortly before dusk, with the ballroom dyed in shades of oranges, reds, and pinks just like the roses of their kingdom. The ballroom’s large windows faced the west in order to achieve the effect, and Dahlia had to appreciate the architecture and symbolism that went into constructing the palace for something she would have never considered before coming here. As the sky dims, and darkness threatens to penetrate the festivities, that’s when the chandeliers shine their brightest and mimic the night sky full of stars and wonder.

Another party attendee entered the room, announced by name and title by the attendant managing the door. The lower lord went largely unnoticed by the rest of the party goers, who mixed and mingled and drank, having polite conversations and politely laughing when appropriate. There were so many rules Dahlia had learned in her time at the palace, and her time in training to be part of the court.

“Don’t you think you’re staring a little too intently at King Highness?” A voice purred in her ear. Dahlia smiled and breathed in Nokto’s seductive scent, turning her gaze on him as he slipped an arm around her waist.

“I think I’m staring an appropriate amount for a minister in training who is proud of their King.” Her eyes moved from Nokto’s cherry colored irises to his lovely lips pulled into his signature smirk.

“Hmm? Not at all like a lover gathering intel on those who he might wed?”

He was toying with her. Teasing as he tended to do.

“Are you feeling a little jealous and perhaps projecting?” Dahlia grinned at her own quip.

Nokto laughed. “Not in the slightest. I’m enjoying my life, and enjoying you as well.”

Nokto casually slipped his hand down Dahlia’s waist to her rear and gave it a firm squeeze. Subtly, Dahlia leaned closer to Nokto, giving him as much attention as she dared in front of a room full of nobility who were aware of her status.

“I think that’s enough of that, Prince Nokto. I’m sure there are plenty of ladies here who would fight tooth and nail to have some of your attention. I’m not in need of company.”

Dahlia’s eyes met Nokto’s, and for a moment the two of them simply stared at each other. Nokto watched Dahlia to determine if she really was doing as well as she claimed, and Dahlia holding fast to her resolve to show him a wife for King Chevalier would not break her.

“It wouldn’t be an issue if you visited me before the guests leave. I’m just a philandering prince, no one will care that we’re lovers.” Nokto murmured before taking a step away from Dahlia, letting his fingers drag along her waist as they fell from her form.

“Thank you, Prince Nokto. I’ll keep that in mind.” She curtsied with a bow to her head.

Nokto departed, swarmed almost immediately by others who gave Dahlia a few sharp glares. She was used to that, at least. She had shown up at the palace and been granted access to every location under the guise of being a minister in training, though at the time she was Belle, a commoner with a pure heart who was to choose the next king. She had yet to be elevated into society, needing the king to bestow her a title befitting that of a court minister. That day wasn’t far away now, but being in the palace for nearly a year, and the not so secret mistress of more than a few of the princes didn’t earn her any kindness from the noble class.

“Announcing Prince Gilbert von Obsidian, First Prince of Obsidian.”

A hush overtook those standing nearer to the door and Dahlia glanced over to see the worldwide disaster himself, head to toe in black, pleasant smile on his lips and a dangerous glint in his blood-red eye. Black boots thudded on the rose-quartz tile. Black cane thunked with every sure step he took. Gilbert’s presence sent other attendees politely moving away from his location as if he carried a fog of fear around him wherever he went.

Dahlia couldn’t blame the rest of the guests, Prince Gilbert was a symbol of death and destruction. Obsidian had invaded once before, ten years ago, a day known now as Bloodstained Rose Day. It was a tragic part of Rhodolite’s recent past, and had devastated more than one settlement near the border. Dahlia didn’t understand when it had happened, living in the capital had her far from the danger, but she was aware of the consequences and the effects that invasion had on the populace and politics now.

Seemingly unphased by the cold reception, Prince Gilbert moved through the room. Not a single person spoke to him, though he had plenty of eyes on him. Dahlia had also been instructed not to speak with him unless absolutely necessary. Sariel was adamant about her avoiding interacting with him. From the way he spoke of Prince Gilbert, she had thought of him like some sort of vicious villain out of a novel. It was surprising to her on first meeting that he was quite good looking and congenial. He spoke politely and never dropped his smile.

He reminded her of Clavis. Clavis hid behind his smile. No matter if he was scared, nervous, angry, or otherwise, he put a smile on and presented that to the rest of the world. Sometimes Clavis even wore his smile with her, but she had learned to tell his real smile and his mask apart. There was more to Prince Gilbert than his smile, though. It didn’t matter how handsome he was, or how polite he spoke, Dahlia could feel the darkness that clung to him. Like the black that he wore, he was shrouded in something that caused her heart to beat quicker with fear.

As Prince Gilbert sliced through the crowd, Dahlia realized the empty space around him was headed directly towards her. She quickly glanced around attempting to locate Sariel - he was no doubt busy handling foreign guests and nobles alike. Under King Chevalier, Sariel held the most power in the palace, though most wouldn’t know it unless they resided here and interacted with the princes like she had. Unable to find the black hair of her mentor who stood taller than most, she spotted Jin making his way through the party in her direction. Luckily, Jin was also taller than most and easy to notice.

Hastily, Dahlia headed for Jin, discomfort growing in her chest. Too late, she realized why her heart had begun to beat erratically. Too late, she realized the discomfort she felt was tendrils of fear attempting to root her to the spot. A shadow of malice and smiles stepped in front of her, blocking her path, his red eye trained on her.

“Where are you running off to, Little Rabbit?”

Prince Gilbert somehow had cleared the distance much faster than any normal person should have. He stood between her and Jin. He stood between her and the rest of the party. With every person giving him a wide berth, Prince Gilbert was the only one within at least 15 feet. She felt cornered. She felt like prey that had been separated from the safety of the group.

Dahlia clenched her hands in her skirts, attempting to hide that they were trembling - she wasn’t even sure why they were. Offering a slight bow of her head and a curtsey, she put on her best smile and met his gaze. “Good evening, Prince Gilbert. If you are looking for an attendant, allow me to find someone to assist you.”

“That won’t be necessary.” Prince Gilbert smiled a little wider.

“It won’t be?” Dahlia looked confused. Surely there was a reason he had approached her.

“You see, I’ve already found who I was looking for.”

Dahlia quickly glanced around, it was just the two of them, so there was no one else he could be referring to besides– “Me?”

“Ahaha,” Gilbert laughed. His laugh was youthful and bubbly, and felt completely out of place with the way his presence made her feel. “You look surprised, Little Rabbit.”

“I am.” Dahlia admitted, her eyebrows knitting together for a moment before she remembered to try to be pleasant with him. “Did you perhaps need something for your stay? I can speak with my mentor about tending to you.”

“There is something you could help me with. I seem to continually misplace my guide. Perhaps if you’d escort me around the palace, I could get a better idea of the layout of the place.”

For some reason, this felt like a trap. Dahlia couldn’t explain it, but everything was lining up too easily. She had never spoken to Prince Gilbert before, and only saw him when he was welcomed as a guest to the palace. Why he’d single her out and be showing such an interest didn’t sit right with her. Maybe he mistook her for one of the palace servants? He was being so friendly as well, the request was just that - a request. He didn’t demand her escort him, but the way he asked it seemed like he didn’t really give her a choice to say no.

“Hey, Dahlia, there you are.” Jin’s deep voice cut through Dahlia’s thoughts and she tore her eyes away from Gilbert to see Jin smiling down at her.

“Prince Jin.” She responded in greeting. “This is Prince Gilbert.” She hadn’t forgotten that it was an expected formality for her to introduce the princes to any guests, even if they were aware of who they were.

Jin took a spot slightly in front of Dahlia, almost like he was attempting to shield her from Gilbert, but couldn’t be obvious about it. He looked down on Gilbert, who was several inches shorter than the Rhodolite prince. His smile that he had offered Dahlia fell away, and he practically grunted a non-committal noise to acknowledge the Obsidian prince.

“Haha. You’re so cold. And after I came all the way here to offer congratulations to your newly crowned king. The least you could do is offer a bit of hospitality and proper greetings.” Nothing had changed with the way Gilbert stood, nor his tone or even his smile, but Dahlia suddenly felt even more uneasy than when she imagined being cornered by Gilbert.

“Yeah, evening. Glad you could make it. King Chevalier is over that way.” Jin fired off the expected pleasantries in a monotone that said he was doing the bare minimum and no more for the foreign prince. He nodded towards Chev, who hadn’t moved since the ball started.

Dahlia subtly shifted her foot silently along the tile to inch a bit further behind Jin. She didn’t want to make it seem like she was hiding from Prince Gilbert, but the aura he gave off felt like he was angry– no, it was more than that. It was like silent rage, and it started when Jin arrived.

Gilbert’s red eye slid in her direction and she froze, the tendrils of fear she had felt earlier wrapped fully around her lungs and it felt impossible for her to be able to draw in breath. Her hands began to tremble again, still held in her skirts from where she had hid them earlier.

“Dahlia, Sariel needed something from the ministerial office. Said you were the one to talk to about it. Mind letting me borrow you for a few?”

“Huh?” Dahlia all but squeaked, Jin’s words echoing in her head like she had heard them on the other side of a cave. She looked up at Jin, trying to make heads or tails out of what he had said. Suddenly she was able to draw breath again. Suddenly everything came back into focus. “Oh! Of course, Prince Jin. I’ll get right on that.”

With her hands balled into fists, Dahlia curtsied again to the Obsidian prince, keeping her eyes downcast. “If you’d excuse me, Prince Gilbert.”

“I’ll see you again, Little Rabbit.” Gilbert left those parting words and strode further into the room. The crowd continued to split and filter away from him as he moved.

His boots thudded sure-footedly against the tile, though he seemed aimless in his direction. His cane gave a precise thunk that felt like there was a heavy finality in the sound. Dahlia watched him move away, and finally the fear that had gripped her slithered away, following him like a shadow.

Jin set a large hand on her shoulder, gently aiming her towards the door to the ballroom. “About that thing Sariel needed.”

“Right. Yeah.” Dahlia agreed and the two of them exited the ballroom.

The sounds of the music and chatter faded quickly as Jin and Dahlia moved through the familiar hallways towards the ministerial offices, far removed from the social areas and guest quarters. Several nobles from the outer edges of Rhodolite were staying in the palace, and all foreign guests were granted rooms fitting their station for the occasion. The hour was still early in the evening, and the castle staff was bustling about, but in this section of the castle there weren’t many attendants around.

“It won’t be long, now, will it?” Jin mused out loud.

Dahlia looked up in his direction, curiosity pulling her thoughts away from the strange and frightening encounter she had just had with the First Prince of Obsidian. “Until what?”

“Until Chev gives you a title, and you can be a real court minister. Sariel tells me you’re a quick learner and I know you’re diligent with how many times I’ve seen you studying on your own.”

“You’re watching me while I’m studying?” Dahlia smirked amusedly. That was exactly the thing he was looking for from her, a real smile. He had worried that Gilbert had said or done something to bother her before he arrived to wrest her away from him. He didn’t trust the guy at all.

“Only when you’re doing it past adult hours. You should be living rather than working, trust me on that as an older man.” Jin puffed up his chest like he was proud of the years he had on her.

“Jin, when have you ever thought of yourself as an old man?”

“Never. But I call myself one when it suits me. And I have a lot of experience in enjoying life.” He offered a bright grin.

“Mhm. I see. So, according to my wiser, experienced, older lover, I should forego improving myself as quickly as possible so I can trawl the breweries and taverns with him to experience living between the legs of another person. Do I have that right?”

“Nope. Between the breasts of another person. But I suppose preferences are preferences, and you have a nice set of your own so you don’t need another woman to cuddle up to for that.”

The quiet hallway filled with Dahlia’s laughter. Jin chuckled along with her.

“Thank you for that, Jin, but I am very satisfied with the people in my life at the moment.”

“Yeah, well…” Jin trailed off as they came to the door of the ministerial offices. It wasn’t like him to not finish a thought and Dahlia quirked her head to the side as she looked up at him. An unhappy expression briefly crossed his face, his eyebrows drawn together and a slight frown at the corners of his mouth, but just as she opened her own to ask him about it, Jin spoke. “You know, I’ve forgotten just what it was that Sariel said he needed.”

Dahlia gave him a blank stare. “You’re not serious.”

Jin gave a shrug and reached into his pocket, pulling out a lollipop. “Very serious,” he said as he stuck the candy in his mouth.

With a sigh, Dahlia turned back towards the way they came. “I’ll just go ask him myself.”

“Naw, don’t do that.” Jin side stepped to put himself just slightly in front of her, not actually blocking her path, but showing he wanted her to stay for a moment. “If it’s that important, he’ll send someone else.”

Dahlia looked down the long corridor in front of her, then narrowed her eyes at Jin. “You’re suggesting we don’t return to the party.”

“Got it in one.” He pulled the sugar candy from his mouth and brought it close to her own lips. “How about we ditch the stuffy affair and go do some living.”

Her eyes moved from the sucker to Jin as she contemplated the choice. She wasn’t really needed at the party, and King Chevalier would be busy into the night, and then likely for a few days afterwards as guests slowly trickled out of the palace. She couldn’t entirely help Sariel tonight with anything, being still a trainee, her place wasn’t speaking to the nobility. It was probably better for her - safer for her - to not return since it was clear that Prince Gilbert was in attendance.

Delicately, her lips parted and tongue gingerly traced the side of the lollipop. Dahlia watched Jin as she licked his candy, deliberately drawing it out to see the slow smile that crawled on his lips. “Mmm. My room?”

Jin slipped the sucker back into his mouth. “You’re so damn cute.”

With a quick step and a bend, Jin snatched Dahlia up into his arms. Her laughter once again rang through the otherwise silent hallway as she reveled in the joy of the moment. Jin carried her towards her room, knowing the way by heart, and Dahlia giggled and kicked her feet, planting kisses along Jin’s neck and jaw, knowing how it would work him up before they got to their destination.

[theartisticpixelbit]

I hate him, I hate this horse so much, he wasn’t even attractive! So I decided to fix that! Now he looks more like the part of a ‘Prince Charming,’ not so much in the personality department though��

════ •✧• ════ MIDDLE NAMES WORK THE SAME AS LAST NAMES IN MY AU, MOST CHILDREN TAKE THE LAST NAME OF WHICHEVER PARENT THEY WANT ════ •✧• ════

~Bio~ Name: Blueblood Nicknames: Prince Charming (Most Mares Attracted to him) Gender: Male (Straight) Race: Unicorn Parents: Unknown Bio Parents Siblings: N/A Partner: N/A Children: N/A Other Relatives: Shining 'Star' Armor (Cousin-In-Law) Twilight 'Star' Sparkle (Cousin-In-Law), Mi Amore Cadenza (Cousin), Celestial 'Del' Dawn (Distant Aunt), Lunar ‘Del’ Dusk (Distant Aunt)

~Headcanons~ 🔹 Only a very distant relative of Celestia and Luna, his ‘Prince’ title holds no weight, he is a nephew on Celestia's and Luna's mother's side, about 52 times removed 🔹 Prince Blueblood is thoroughly accustomed to being treated like royalty and possesses no sense of chivalry whatsoever. 🔹 Very diplomatic, the only reason Celestia keeps him around is his way with diplomatic discussions 🔹 Never had to work for anything in his life 🔹 His magic is very weak, as he never had to raise a hoof to do things… or raise his magic. 🔹 Polishes his hooves 🔹 Uses an excessive amount of mane and tail gel 🔹 Has a face routine (If he has a face routine, run, he will break your heart) 🔹 Uses mascara 🔹 Very self-absorbed, too busy being in love with himself to find a mare

[littlemourningstarr]

Pretty Please

Astarion has his very existence torn apart by his darling drow- and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Read below or on AO3!

Pairing: Astarion x Transmasc tav

Part of the Eternally Yours series!

Tags: Transmasc tav, anal sex, strap-ons, multiple orgasms, hands free orgasms, Dom/sub undertones

Astarion arched, skin sliding perfectly against Sekh’s as the drow pinned him down, kissed his mouth eagerly. He could hear his heartbeat, hammering as if it was inside Astarion’s own head- wild, wanting.

He was laid out on their bed, blissfully naked, the drow rolling his hips into Astarion’s own with such a need. He could feel the straps on his lover’s thighs, holding the false cock that was grinding into his own.

He got his arms around Sekh’s neck, dug his blunt nails into his lover’s back. Sekh growled, the sound sending warm shivers down Astarion. His cock ached, pinned between them, a fresh pulse of precum wetting his own belly.

He’d been thinking about this all day. He’d wanted to climb into Sekh’s lap while the man was at work down in his workshop- had wanted to pin him to a wall when he’d left him at the Society of Brilliance’s Lodge that evening, just after dusk, when it was safe for Astarion to roam the streets.

But he’d resisted, forced himself to wait like a good boy. His patience, however, was waning drastically.

He hooked a leg up on Sekh’s hip, bucked his hips- and the drow chuckled into the kiss, before he bit at Astarion’s lip, pinched it between his teeth. “Desperate?” he asked, his voice hoarse. Astarion could only imagine how soaked he was, how easy his fingers, his cock could slide into his body.

It made his cock leak. Again.

Astarion chose not to answer, and Sekh moved from his mouth, placed a kiss to his throat, then his collarbone. Astarion tipped his head back as the drow eased down his body slowly, following the concave of his ribs to his navel- before his tongue was swiping up a smudge of salty precum, dangerously close to his cock. Astarion shifted his hips, and Sekh gently pushed his thighs apart, kneeling up between them.

The elf took him in, skin cast in purples form one of the many plants from the Underdark he had around the house. Now that his little underground greenhouse was thriving, he had begun to move some up around the house- especially those that cast light, to replace some of the candles they burned so frequently.

“You’re staring,” Sekh teased, cocking his head slightly to the side. His hair tumbled along his shoulders, ginger silk that Astarion wanted wrapped around his fingers so badly.

“Am I?” he asked, knowing full well he was. Sekh gave him a rather sweet smile, and the vampire felt his belly going tight. Anytime Sekh gave him that little smile, he felt like a swooning child, looking at his first idea of a knight in shining armor, imaging his first prince-

Sekh was so far from both of those, and so much better.

Sekh rubbed his inner thighs, the touch soothing, urging Astarion to spread them just a bit more. He did, let his eyes fall shut, even as one of Sekh’s hands disappeared from his skin. The other moved up to his pelvis, before grasping his cock, giving him a slow stroke.

Astarion sighed, smiling slightly, the contact blissful. As Sekh teased his cockhead, rolled his thumb over it, he felt his other hand, two very slick fingers pushing at his hole, easing inside. The smile grew, Astarion arching slightly at the welcome invasion, his body clutching at Sekh, wanting him.

He heard the bed shift slightly, as those fingers curled- and then he felt Sekh’s hot breath, on his cock- and then the sweet, wet inferno of his mouth. The vampire gasped, eyes flying open. He pushed himself up slightly on one elbow, saw Sekh had bent over, seemed to not care that the angle had to be uncomfortable, as he sucked gently at his cock, his fingers still working inside him.

Astarion reached out, stroked at Sekh’s hair, and the drow dared to turn those mismatched eyes up to him, even as he took him further over his tongue, as he curled his fingers inside him, hit the spots that had Astarion’s mouth falling open, a wanton sound escaping him. “That’s it love,” he managed, unsure if he wanted to grind down against Sekh’s fingers, or push further into his mouth.

Sekh pulled off slowly, pressed a kiss to Astarion’s shaft, looked obscene with his kiss swollen lips. Astarion bit at his own lip, his cock throbbing, more precum beading down his cock. Sekh only smiled then, whispered, “You get so wet for me.”

Words Astarion was used to saying to Sekh.

Sekh sat back up then, free hand pushing Astarion back, until he laid back out again, flat on his back. A third finger pushed into him, and Astarion clutched at the bed, his body aching, a subtle burn that was quickly chased away as Sekh thrust slowly. A part of him had wanted to demand the drow just fuck him, that he was ready, waiting, dying-

But Sekh always enjoyed easing him open, so that by the time he was easing his would-be cock into Astarion, the vampire was a mewling, begging mess. And- well- Astarion really couldn’t complain…

Sekh thrust his fingers harder, the ache now entirely gone from Astarion’s body. The elf dug a heel into their bed, trying to meet each thrust. His eagerness was palatable, and with a smile Sekh pulled his fingers free. Astarion cracked his eyes open, watched Sekh rub oil along the toy strapped to him, hand firm as he pumped his cock.

He glanced at Astarion, bit his lip as if he could feel it, and Astarion whined, was unable to bite back the sound. Sekh smirked-

Smug bastard.

Astarion wouldn’t have him any other way.

The drow grasped Astarion’s hips, lifted them, rubbed his false cock against Astarion’s wet hole. The vampire squirmed, and Sekh only chuckled again. “Did you want something, my love?”

Astarion bared his teeth, fangs glinting in the light- but he knew Sekh was anything but afraid of him, and his nature. The man took endless thrills in everything that made Astarion monstrous- and those fangs were possibly the least intimidating thing about him, now.

“Ask nicely,” Sekh said, and Astarion inhaled slowly. When he didn’t respond, Sekh pushed, the toy stretching Astarion’s entrance for a moment, before he eased back. “Astarion.”

“Please,” Astarion asked, just able to catch Sekh’s eyes. “Pretty please.”

Sekh smiled, and with the softest good boy, eased his cock inside him. Astarion gasped, body stretching eagerly to take the ribbed length. His unneeded breath caught, ending in a choked sound as his ass nestled to Sekh’s pelvis. The drow rubbed his thighs purred out his name, before easing his hips back slowly.

The cock was thick, emulating a Dragonborn with ribs that made Astarion’s mind go blank. He’d chosen it. It felt like lifetimes ago, in a little shop with Sekh’s wide eyes staring at everything. He’d seemed innocent, for a brief moment.

What a fucking lie.

But the drow had insisted it was Astarion’s choice- after all, he was going to be reaping the benefits.

I’ll enjoy watching you speared on any cock for me.

The memory of the words still made Astarion squirm. He arched slightly, Sekh’s thrusts still slow, but igniting every nerve inside him. His belly was a mess where his flushed cock lay. He felt warm, having fed before he’d returned to gather his lover from the Lodge, take him home so he could be taken.

Sekh pushed at Astarion’s legs, lifted them so his ankles rested on his shoulders. Astarion tossed his head back, mouth falling open, as Sekh pushed deeper into him. “Fuck,” the drow growled, almost feral. Astarion’s body clenched tightly, wanted to keep him deep, take him into his guts, his lungs, his heart, his every vein-

Astaron reached for his cock, but Sekh shoved his hand away.

“No touching.” Astarion shuddered, the drow’s voice cutting deep into him. “Make it last, Astarion.”

The vampire closed his eyes, tried to breathe- but it was getting harder. Each thrust had his belly going up in knots, squeezing until it nearly ached. That sweet spot deep inside him was throbbing, radiating a fire out to his limbs. Each slow, deep thrust against it made his cock throb, leak another wave of precum.

Sekh let his legs fall from his shoulders, held them open wide as he thrust harder, faster. The moment he did Astarion cried out, arching, a broken mantra of yes over and over again tumbling from his lips. The bliss was all encompassing, rolling up his body, higher and higher with each thrust-

His thighs trembled, toes curling against the sheets, hands scrambling for purchase. “Sekh- Sekh,” he whined, “gods below let me touch.”

The drow hummed, actually thinking on it, before he reached for one of Astarion’s hands, guided it to his weeping cock. Astarion grasped himself, smiling in euphoria as he stroked quickly, his hand nearly matching Sekh’s thrusts. The drow’s hands went back to his thighs, fingers digging in so deeply they threatened to bruise.

Gods Astarion hoped they did. There was nothing like digging his own fingers into the bruises his drow could leave, as he desperately fucked his own hand- the perfect way to enjoy the memories of his lover fucking him until he fell apart.

Astarion was panting, arching so far his back hurt- and then that wave of bliss finally crested, drowned him in the sort of heaven that shouldn’t have been attainable. His body clenched tightly around Sekh, holding him deep as Astarion came up along his belly, splattered along his ribs, smiling so fiercely his cheeks would hurt.

It was heaven, divine-

His hand fell away, and Sekh slowed his thrusts, let Astarion ride out his orgasm, until his body was warm, liquid like. He felt as if he was melting into their bed, dissolving into their sheets.

When Skeh pulled out slowly, Astarion bit back a whimper- but the sound escaped, when his lover grasped his waist, forced him to roll over. Astarion couldn’t even say his name before Sekh was pulling his hips up, getting Astarion on his knees, his ass bared.

“Did you think we were done, Starshine?” he asked, lining his false cock with Astarion’s hole and sliding in with ease again. Astarion cried out, eyes wide, as Sekh pulled at the plush skin of his ass, watched the way Astarion took him so eagerly. “Were you satisfied just coming once?”

Astarion bit at his pillow, pressed his tongue to it and groaned out a wordless answer- which he never doubted Sekh knew meant no. Once was never enough. Astarion wanted the drow to pull him apart, fiber by fiber, until he was laid bare as nothing but a throbbing, writhing web of desire.

Astarion’s body ached, but in such a heavenly way. Sekh’s thrusts were rough now, harder than before, as if he himself could be chasing an orgasm inside Astarion’s body. Astarion tried to spread his shaking legs wider, his spit soaking into the pillow as he bit it harder, stifling his cries.

“Let me hear you,” Sekh said, as one hand roamed up his spine, fingers caressing scars that seemed to warm at his touch. Never had Astarion thought he’d find a time, a life, where he wanted the ugly part of him touched.

Now he craved it.

He lifted his head slightly, lips wet with spit, unable to form words. He wasn’t even hard, but his cock was aching anyway, his body begging for a second orgasm.

Sekh leaned over him, used his lithe frame to make Astarion feel as if he was boxed in, trapped. Anyone else might have made him panic- but his heart raced with joy, need, sheer unadulterated desire, having his drow pinning him, ruling him.

Astarion cried out, so fucking close. Sekh’s hands moved to his waist, began pulling him back for each thrust, telling him he was beautiful, he was so good, he was everything-

Astarion cried out his name, when he came for a second time. His body tried to milk Sekh’s would be cock, Astarion’s own twitching, a single drop of cum falling to the bed. He pressed his forehead to the pillow, gasping as Sekh didn’t ease his thrusts for even a moment.

He drove into Astarion as if he wanted him to see oblivion.

Astarion squirmed, pushing back and nearly sobbing. His eyes stung, his body ached, sore down to his core- but his orgasm was barely receding when he could feel it build again, from the way Sekh took him.And he wanted it, he wanted it, he wanted it-

“Break,” Sekh breathed, as he leaned over Astarion, got a hand on the back of his neck, squeezed. Astarion shook, his legs barely holland gim up, mouth falling open in a true sob. He squeezed his eyes shut, felt tears pricking at the corners, his mind going numb-

But never leaving, simply melting away into a plane of thoughtlessness, where he could just feel. Where he was safe, because Sekh would only bring him to the brink, the edge, of any cliff where, if Astarion were to fall, to tumble- he would catch him.

Everything was a fire, his nerves alight. Astarion was chanting Sekh’s name brokenly, begging and pleading  for more, more, more-

He wanted to come again, desperately.

Sekh squeezed the back of his neck again, spoke through bared teeth. “Come again, darling.”

Astarion did, unable to disobey. His body shuddered, his stomach so tight it hurt, body clenching around Sekh again, over and over and over, his cock twitching, pulsing, even when his body had nothing to give.

With a broken sob, Astarion collapsed to the bed, his knees and legs giving out completely. He sprawled there, face buried in his pillow, shaking as he tried to catch his breath. Yet he noticed when Sekh pulled out of him- hated the sudden absence in his body.

The drow stretched out next to him, guided Astarion to roll over, until he was gathering him up, holding him to his chest. Astarion pressed his face to dusky, freckled skin- tried to breathe in Sekh’s scent, his sweat, everything that he recognized and loved. He choked on it, and Sekh rubbed a hand down along his back.

“Slow breaths,” he whispered, and Astarion listened, slowed his inhales, held his breath for a moment, before letting it rush out. He was dizzy, the room spinning behind his closed eyelids, speckled still with white hot stars.

He lifted his head, barely slit his eyes open, could just see Sekh through his silver lashes. The drow’s cheeks were flushed a fetching color, his eyes hungry but restrained. He smiled at Astarion, the same smile he’d given him earlier, the same fucking affection that tore right at Astarion’s dead heart.

Sekh kissed his forehead, the corner of his eye- licked up a single tear, before kissing Astarion’s burning cheek. Sekh hushed him, but Astarion ignored him, turning and seeking out his mouth desperately. He nearly clawed at the drow, clutching at him desperately as he kissed brokenly, whined and begged for Sekh’s mouth, as the drow tried to pull back.

Sekh sank a hand into Astarion’s fluffy, free curls, kissed him deeply, let the vampire nip at his lip, suck at his tongue, as he squirmed around, unable to lay still. When Astarion showed no sign of leaving Sekh’s mouth for even a heartbeat, the hand in his hair moved down, guided one of his legs up, over Sekh’s hip.

Astarion broke the kiss only to toss his head back, cry out yes, as Sekh eased into him again. His body clutched at the drow eagerly, but Sekh was slow now, gentle. And Astarion could beg and plead for the man to broke him, to hurt him so that come dawn his entire body would ache-

But Sekh seemed to know the limits Astarion couldn’t even fathom. And yes, he’d be sore come morning, he’d have that glorious ache that said he was well fucked- but not beyond his true breaking point.

Astarion reached between them, grasped at his own cock. He still wasn’t hard, but it didn’t matter. He ground against his own hand, teased his glans, his slit, shaking as Sekh continued to thrust in slow, deep movements. The drow continued to kiss him, and Astarion could believe it was that alone, that gave him his countless orgasm of the night.

He barely registered that it even happened- it all felt so fucking perfect, so blissful, that he couldn’t even tell the moment everything crested. It was just a constant, mind numbing, soul throbbing pleasure.

But Sekh stilled inside him, and his body felt satiated when he did. Sekh continued to kiss him, slower now, easing Astarion back from whatever realm he had ascended to.

It was perfect. To be torn apart, to cry with sheer bliss- and then to have someone hold him, ease him back into himself, shower him with the sort of affection that had been outlawed for so long, in his life. Sekh said his name, whispered little praises, kissed his mouth and cheeks, the corners of his eyes- any bit of him he could get. Astarion knew he’d hold him until Astarion stopped trembling, until he could breathe again.

And if Astarion asked, he’d tear him apart again, bit by fucking bit. And he might ask- once his body wasn’t buzzing with such a loud thunderous static. But the idea of getting his fingers into his lover, knowing that Sekh would be burning with desire, brought close to orgasm from just seeing Astarion break down, over and over again-

Well, it was a good thing the night was oh so young.

[embersoftheorder]

DWC - August - Day 5 - Wild

The Green Son wandered the lands of Drustvar with an easy smile upon his face, the air cool go skin and the sun setting into dusk. It honestly was how it always was in the woods, but he loved it and likely would beyond even the end of his service. Beldwin Storm was not a native to these shores but over the last few years he definitely was no longer a stranger.

Beld would slowly come to a halt near a small copse of trees, his gauntleted hand coming to gently caress the bark of one of the old oaks. He could hear a soft hum in his head that could be considered unpleasant but had become a song that he could more feel than understand. It was a gift that Athair had bestowed upon him to hear the natural wild words of the land he had adopted as his own. The land had been ravaged for so long by the terrible powers of the Coven that its soft song had been drowned out in the silent screams of agony as the druid death magic warped it. The Crimson wood always made him shiver at the cacophony of agony that never ended from the wicker beasts that were drawn forth. He leaned his head to rest on the oak letting its own hum drown out the memory. He didn’t need that today.

Today was a good day that needed not the dour notes from the western provinces of the country. Birth was the note, not death, this day.

Releasing the tree, the knight continued on his journey making his way with ease but still with purpose. There was time yet to make it to the pool where his patron waited and there was much to rejoice with the wilds about him.

A new prince would be born this day.

There were many of the lineage of Athair but each had a purpose to fulfill. Some were short lived and bright, others long and steady like a bountiful season. Beld prayed for bounty but knew it was not his decision. The Word willed and spoke, the ending was already being written.

Storm would finally break the tree line and find himself before the mighty falls of the white stag.

Athair, Heart of the Forest, stood silent before the waters. White fur shone bright and clean in the waning light as it cascade to bring a silver sheen to the might crown of horns upon his head. Eyes black as midnight would stare at Beldwin, the stag lord’s demeanor calm and face regal as he tipped his head to welcome his wayward gallant.

Beld would stride forward and gently drop to one knee, the ancient bronze mail clinking softly with his motion of reverence and respect to the king. No words had been spoken as Beldwin would never be able to speak the language of his lord but honestly it was never needed. Emotions, thoughts, and dreams were the humans guidance to the will of the forest. It made it hard to question some of the motives of the lord, but the knight had yet to be lead astray by Athair’s will. This was a just lord and he was glad to have been found worthy.

The final streaks of evening light had slipped behind the mountains bringing the evening and darkness of night. Where Drustvar was a land plagued by the nights terrors in most shadows, it was not truly something to fear. It was just a part of the order of things and the will of the Word as it had written long ago. So too was there heralds and protectors of the night, as from the shadows crept the stout boars of the wood, courageous wolves who maintained balance, and even the black eyes ravens who always kept watch. But the night had one lady and she was as much a soul to the forest as she was consort to the heart.

Athainne, secret keeper of the forest.

Made of starlight and moon shine, the doe was beautiful in her own right as the violets of twilight were intertwined in the black coat of night. She was of smoke and shadow as she stepped across the waters to stand with her lord. Tenderness was easily determined to match the love the two beings felt for one another as eyes closed but a moment in honest trust.

As the grand gathering proceed a hush fell upon all the unsettling silence of the wild as it waited with bated breath. Even the waterfalls came to silent half, the rock below their pummeling drive growing dry as the river waited.

Beldwin would bow his head in reverence as did other subjects to the forest monarches, all in silence as they awaited the ceremony of the moon.

Ages passed in seconds as night fully came and the moon shone full far in the heavens above. As the moonlight struck the pool, the heart and keeper of the forest turned to the pool of sparkling water of the still lake.

Stories would speak of thunder crashing or a flash of great light or perhaps the heralds of the night screaming with horns of glory. But that was not how it was done. It was subtle, it was peaceful, it was instant.

He was beautiful.

Upon the lake the faun had come to be. Born of moonlight, strengthened by starlight, guided by sunset, and welcomed with love. His eyes shone with brilliant blue, the gift of the mother, while his white coat brilliant white shone with the majesty of his father. He stood shaky upon the mirror surface of the lake, searching amongst the audience for some reaction. Fight or flight was all the newborn would know at this moment.

The Green Son stood. He would draw away his gauntlet to reveal his bare flesh, brown as the earth and rough as the oak’s skin. His hand raised as he spoke with not a cry or yell, but a smooth even voice. The reason he as chosen and granted this station among the forest. “Hail. Hail unto the Prince of the Forest. Welcome son of the heart and secrets, we welcome you.”

The prince would raise his head. He would stare at Beldwin. The knight would look back.

The prince would step forward onto the land that was called Drustvar.

The waterfalls cheered once more.

@daily-writing-challenge

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Vigil

A little Drabble for my fae puppy named Prince. Set in @ghouljams ‘s Fae au. It’s a little less then 500 words but I think it’s cute.

The snow was cold against his paw pads, leathery black and pink skin protesting the sting of the freeze, his claws clicking against the ice with every step towards the warm and inviting cottage not too far off, a beacon of light and summer in the middle of the harsh winter setting. The slightest sheen of the Witch’s barrier catching against the bright shine of the sun. The sight was a welcome one, encouraging him to walk just a little bit faster.

It was a prickle at the back of his skull that signified he’d crossed into the weaker barrier at the porch, the soft pins and needles like his skin had fallen asleep. A gentle warning, to be good, respectful. His magic greeted the Witch’s with a playful nip, little excited puppy bites like a dog greeting its owner after a long day at work. The pins and needles faded and he waddled up to the front door with no issue, pawing at it and scratching his nails against the dark wood with a little greeting whimper.

Only silence followed.

Tilting his head, Prince set the shoddy bouquet down on the straw welcoming mat, chicory and chickweed, a few stray blooms of bittersweet nightshade. It was unusual, he thought, for the Witch to not answer her door.

“Witch? It’s me! Thought it’d be nice to sit down and have a cuppa!” The puppy shaped fae called, ears twitching as he took a moment to simply listen. But the only sounds that greeted him were the chitter chatter of the forest and the animals that weren’t animals, peaking out of the dense trees with too big eyes and sharp teeth. He hummed, glancing at one of the curtained windows to see the inside pitch black. Even more unusual.

A little pouty at the realization that he would miss out on some snacks and scritches, Prince resolves to wait, hopping up onto a little chair by the door and staring out at the vast expanse of winter patiently. The wind screeched with banshee’s calls, the snow crunched with the footsteps of those who no longer lived, and Prince sat. Patient as a loyal guard standing vigil, snapping at any weaker critter that nudged a little too close for comfort. Even having to throw a particularly heavy stone at some weird moose creature that kept calling out to him with the Witch’s voice. Weird guy.

But it wasn’t long but noon waned into dusk, and even the most loyal of companions could not be expected to stay awake all through the night. So, shivering from cold, Prince simply curled up onto the porch chair, huddled protectively around his gift for the Witch, heavy lids closing, drifting to sleep with the smell of bergamot and honey heavy in his nose.

[dieguin-san-theartist2009]

MLP Colt Version + Human Edition

All Characters

Dusk Shine

Barbara (Barb)

Elsuvie

Rainbow Blitz

Butterscotch

Bubble Berry

AppleJack

The Princes

Prince Celestio

Prince Artemis

Note: I Am Not Brony Folks /:)

[dwarrowdelf]

o my brother

Seven drabbles for @maedhrosmaglorweek which I’m definitely not two entire weeks late for 😅 You can also read them on AO3 with any relevant author’s notes, but I’m posting them there in batches.

one: childhood/growing up

Of the brothers, Maedhros and Maglor were closest in age. They spent nearly their entire childhoods as a family of four, roaming the cultivated wildlands of Aman. Tirion upheld them as darlings, once the crown prince returned to the city: bright-haired, quick-witted Maitimo and sweet-voiced, silver-tongued Macalaurë, ever together. Two shining jewels to adorn any debate parlor, concert hall, or royal party. There were the other brilliant princes, and of course the beloved princesses, but the eldest house was ever the most brilliant and most beloved by the Noldor, in the days before Morgoth spread his discord to peaceful Valinor.

two: the oath

Maglor had not, as many suspected in later years, helped to craft the oath. Fëanor was a great orator and wordsmith in his own right without his second son’s help.

Their father had stood in the square under the Mindon and spoken his oath fiercely and without forethought. And what a rousing oath it was! The younger sons had been quick to follow. Maglor had looked to Maedhros and found him already looking back. Neither of them had wanted to swear it, but they had agreed, with that look, not to abandon their little brothers.

Funny how that worked out.

three: the long peace

“I cannot believe the audacity of that boy!”

“‘That boy’ is the Lord of Nargothrond,” Maedhros says, amused.

Maglor whirls on him, finger pointed in a hilarious mirror of their mother at her most high tempered. “He’s our little shit of a cousin who abandoned us on a hunting trip that he planned and then found the Secondborn! Without us! No, don’t look at me in that tone of voice, I’m very cross!”

Maedhros’s tremulous hold on his expression cracks, and he breaks into laughter. Maglor smiles to himself, relieved to see the tension finally slipping from his brother’s shoulders.

four: nirnaeth arnoediad, reputation

Maedhros’s well-earned reputation precedes him. Orcs would sooner run than face him, fearsome as he is; even trolls and wargs are wary.

Maglor’s reputation precedes him too, carefully crafted. The kind brother, the soft brother, nevermind that softness alone could never hold the least defensible line of the leaguer. But it is good to be underestimated, good to let everyone forget that he was the one Maedhros trained against when relearning the sword.

That soft reputation is why Ulfang’s eyes are wide with shock in the head that Maglor cleaves from his body for the crime of betraying his brother.

five: change and loss of self

Being burnt by the Silmaril did not break Maglor as it broke his brother, though losing him nearly did. What broke Maglor, in the end, was realizing that the burn would never heal such that he could play any two-handed instrument again.

He contemplated, then, following in the footsteps of his brother or grandmother.

But many years ago, when Maedhros still could not leave his sickbed, they had picked apart the Oath. It seemed fit to kill them all, but they thought if just one of them lived, perhaps the rest might have a chance, however small.

So Maglor lives.

six: alienation and isolation, AUs and fix-its

Maglor dreams, sometimes: a voice telling him it is time to come home. His mother telling him not to stay out too late, his father calling that dinner is ready. Maedhros as he had been, slinging an arm around his shoulders and telling him he’s done enough and to stop hiding in his room before they all forget what he looks like.

Sometimes he wakes up after those dreams at dawn or dusk, and a red-orange sky tricks him a moment longer.

He confesses all of this to a stranger near Mithlond, and finds himself on a boat sailing West.

seven: fate

Maglor never came to the timeless halls, and Maedhros feared. The only tapestry he could find of his brother was a vast stretch of shore with one figure, alone, walking. Anyone who might have news, he asked.

Lost, faded, disappeared, they all said, some even with pity.

Maedhros reembodies last of his brothers, and there, there is Maglor. Maedhros folds himself without thought into supplication older than Valinor, begs forgiveness from the one he most wronged.

Two scarred hands deign to cradle his face. “There is no need. Only do not leave me again, I beg you.”

“Never,” Maedhros swears.

[wordycheeseblob]

The End of an Era (Ikemen Prince)

Records of Assassin!Emma

Warnings: mentions of blood, Gilbert, and violence

Word count: 2.5k

Featured characters: Emma, Gilbert, Roderich, Chevalier, and Clavis

Plot: Emma undertakes a mission from Chevalier to bring back information on weapon development in Obsidian

3rd person, contains Gilbert pov

A/N Thank you kind patron Atelier for the generous donation of daggers and poison vials for Assassin!Emma

Killers for hire...

They do not choose their missions, they only follow orders.

She alone knew the final destination of those who openly defied the black-clad minister when his stay at the palace was still young, those who disappeared without a trace or final word. She was the specter that roamed these castle walls. The shadow of the devil.

It was already nighttime when Emma approached the castle of Obsidian from the moonless side. The shot of her crossbow was timed with the loud clang coming from the execution site in front of the castle. A fellow agent just went down. Emma hastily climbed to the top of the wall, the rope disappearing behind her as that of the most daring of magic shows about the same time another patrol was turning around the corner.

Normally in Information retrieval missions, a spy would be planted as a staff member, waiting months even before making any move, but the castle of Obsidian had such thorough background checks and investigations, The only way was a direct approach. Emma knew her biggest obstacle yet to overcome was not the bleak walls of the castle but the first prince of Obsidian himself, if she ever had the misfortune of running into him. From hearsay, Emma suspected it was this avid collector of information and enthusiast of spies that led Obsidian's counterintelligence operations. Once you touch a web, it doesn't take long before the spider comes forth.

Gilbert lounged in a chair behind a black desk, resting his head in the palm of his hand leisurely, one blood-red eye trained on the papers in front of him while a hooded figure gave detailed reports by his side.

¨...Just a small number of refugees fled across the border to Jade. It appears they were escaping exceedingly high taxation from the corrupt noble in their territory. Needless to say, he was taken care of¨

¨Some might come, others will go, It's the natural order of things, don't you think?¨

Gilbert picked up one of the papers giving it a once-over

¨...there have been no reports of anyone coming back, oder?¨

¨You said something about a commotion that happened around that time at the border, several days ago¨ Gilbert's voice was cheery albeit his eye shined devoid of any mirth. ¨A good opportunity to escape, as it goes, some would risk life and limb to get out, conversely some would use the opportunity risking as much trying to get in. Do you know who that might be?¨

The question was purely rhetorical, followed by a knowing silence. There were a few reasons someone might want to breach obsidian's defenses and it was never for sightseeing. Gilbert finally averted his gaze from the paperwork and border reports, this time looking somewhere far through the window where stormy clouds were beginning to form.

¨hmm The birds that sing at dusk were unusually silent this evening.¨ He hummed.

To anyone else, those words might have appeared cryptic but oftentimes one had to have an eye for the little things, those little anomalies others brushed aside. Gilbert always had an eye for details, that's what set him apart from the rest. Ironically, with one eye he saw more than most, little missteps, like for example, when someone carelessly scared off the wildlife.

Gilbert smiled.

¨Im saying we have a visitor¨

A shadow crept through the spacious hallways. The silence that reigned in this foreign place was eerie, somewhat unnatural. Emma sidestepped security, men dressed in the distinct military uniform of Obsidian, numerous times, reaching the armory easily. Almost too easily. Not that an assassin would seek conflict or the thrill of a fight like some ordinary street hooligan but the reception or lack thereof was off-putting. It felt like a twisted welcome like Emma was already expected. The door that held those coveted secrets stood ahead, beckoning.

The space was littered with heavy rectangular crates and other goods that to her trained eye were of no interest. She crouched to bust a gap in one of the boxes using a metallic tool as a lever, picking by their size and placement. Fortunately, Emma wouldn't need to search for long, luck was on her side as she extracted the paragon of military innovation that was carefully stacked there. She passed her hand over its cool surface, it weighed much lighter than Emma imagined. Noted, they improved on that aspect as well it seems. Emma didn't find any ammunition nearby, assuming it was placed in a different location altogether.

Out of a side pocket, she fished out her own bullet for comparison. The one in her hands was salvaged from its testing grounds a long time ago, it didn't fit the new rifle which needed much smaller, sharper, and slender ammunition. The new bullets must have shrunk and taken shape compared to the lump of metal in her palm. Could this mean this version was more accurate? it was unlikely to be just to cheapen production; Obsidian usually went all out in weapons production, its cost coming only second to its quality. Emma burned its measurements to memory. Checking the thing inside and out briskly, a little bit too enthralled, she paused spotting the Obsidian's coat of arms stamped at the beginning of the barrel, the sign of pride of a nation. A grim feeling settled in her stomach, sensing the bigger picture. This was much more than a new toy, a new era was looming over the continent, one where knights were not welcome.

¨You seem to be enjoying yourself¨

Emma stiffened. This was unusual, she didn't sense anyone's approach.

A tap, its sound rumbled through the walls around her. Emma looked over her shoulder to see a man clad in black, standing in the doorway, both hands reclined on a cane. The pale light from the hallway outlined his raven hair, multiple medals and awards hung adorning his chest but his most prominent feature was his blood-red eye that seemed to bore into her very being. Only one man Emma knew of passed the description. She felt an uncharacteristic sense of foreboding wash over her.

¨Did i startle you?¨ Gilbert tilted his head with a sickeningly sympathetic tone. Or rather, the impression of one.

¨ You understood me just now, as I thought, you're from Rhodolite. This is unusually brash even for Chevalier, I wonder if the brutal beast is getting impatient ¨ he mused, the last part almost like an afterthought.

Emma was left bemused by the precise conclusion, she could've sworn her expression was schooled up until now, professional that she was. She didn't recall giving any answer nor sign of understanding, and then immediately regretted the slight surprise that might have shown on her features from his assessment, after the realization that the prince wasn't judging the events prior but her response to what he said just now, confirming his point.

¨I'm a big believer in giving credit where it's due. However...¨

Emma slowly stood up, grip instinctively tightening around the rifle. Gilbert only smiled as he continued monologuing.

¨I dislike trespassers. All spies are actors and by extension liars, and there's nothing I hate more than lies¨ Gilbert took something out of his pocket throwing it in the air. Emma caught the small object with her free hand.

¨This is...¨ the object in question was a black bullet.

Gilbert nodded.

¨Go ahead. You seemed a bit too eager to use it just now.¨

¨why?¨ was all Emma could muster in response, trying not to read too much into the man's contradictory words lest she get more confused, more interested in determining her next course of action.

Gilbert moved the weight of his cane into one hand, shifting from his reclined position to stand up at full height.

¨To make the game more interesting, of course.¨ That was all it was to him. A mere game.

¨Is that a threat?¨ She slowly pointed the yet-to-be-loaded barrel in his direction.

¨more of a heads-up, really¨

Confrontation with Gilbert was a gamble. Emma might have the tempting advantage here, but one thing she knew: there are few things more dangerous than a skilled enemy on his own carefully chosen ground, and Emma's mission wasn't to kill Gilbert, it was to return alive. A few moments of silence passed between the two until it was broken when, without warning, Emma hurled the rifle at his face. Gilbert caught it with one hand, by then, the assassin slid past him in one fluid motion. No further crossing the threshold, she felt a strong grip tugging at her collar. Not paying it any mind, Emma rid of her coat losing a few buttons in the process.

And suddenly, she was running, Gilbert's smile fading from view, receding into the darkness of the hallway. The light of the windows flickered by, the only sound being that of frantic steps. Seconds before Emma took a left turn her instincts went into overdrive sensing the impending ambush. She grabbed an ornate candelabra parrying mid-flight the blade that came the moment of the turn. The assailant's sword flew into the air and with a swift turn of the impromptu weapon, his hand was now securely forked into a nearby wall. The man groaned giving Emma a margin of a moment to assess the situation. Sure enough, a few dozen guards stood in her way, awaiting to block her escape route. Some of them were fully armored, a few wore military uniforms. Her ears strained hearing the approach of clattering steps from behind. It appeared that turning back was not an option either. But now, more than ever in her life, Emma knew exactly what to do. Slowly, she raised her hands in the air. The men exchanged a glance but as soon as two of them approached to apprehend her, two sharp pins found their way into their throats. As they stumbled in shock, the intruder was already dashing past them, head-on into the crowd.

Emma was an unfeeling killer in truth and a half; trained to kill and trained to do so without leaving a trace, trained in the art of assassination and the arts of infiltration and espionage, however, she was not entirely unfeeling. She felt a lot. She felt the taste of blood as one of the guards retaliated with a jab, Emma felt the humming of the air as she sidestepped the incoming cut that followed again and again, maneuvering through blades like in a frenzied dance. And at the end of the hallway, before the pale light of the moon that came through the large crystal window, her silhouette sparred a deadly duet with a relentless adversary, it was then that she felt her alarm bells go off, a sense of unease, and rightfully, at the familiar tap of a cane.

Gilbert stood at the far end of the following corridor, opposite where Emma had come from, tilting his head with a placid smile. How he appeared ahead, almost waiting, was truly a mystery that, alas, time would not allow her to resolve. In an instant, Gilbert's cane was pointing at her.

A cloud passed over the moon, yet again, hiding its alluring beauty and ethereal light. Adrenaline kicked in. Emma reacted before she could fully process what was happening, pulling the guard before her in a shielding manner, almost tearing his sleeve. She heard The slight rasp of material ripping, then a deafening discharge as shards of glass sprang everywhere like a cascade. Pain shot through her system like a shockwave, Emma stumbled back gripping the window behind her, her ears were ringing.

The guard's mass collapsed on her form tilting her world in a second that felt like an eternity and just like that Emma was falling into the abyss. Her injury burned as the rain came down, piercing the sky in thousands of icy needles. Her vision blurred the edges of the dark obsidian castle as its peaks buried themselves into the tempest clouds. Perhaps deep down Emma had already given up, only moving her limbs on instinct, her heart getting up by habit. She hit the edge of a tower, tumbling down. The tiles screeched, pierced by the dagger in her hand, dulling its polished surface. The assassin managed the relent her descent short of reaching the edge. The thick curtains of rain may serve as a cover for escape but right now all they were doing was depriving Emma of much-needed breath. It was increasingly difficult to assess distances in the darkness of the downpour and the dizzying altitude. They shifted, stretched, and narrowed all the while Emma's weight was slowly giving in to the slippery surface under her.

She pressed a hand against the smudged spot on her shoulder that darkened by the second, wincing slightly. New streams of blood replaced those washed away by the water and her cold, wet clothes stuck asfixiatingly close to her body. She turned to the sky, eyes closed, silencing a whimper of pain. Emma composed herself promptly and gripping the watery eaves, jumped, swiftly sliding into the window below. She did not remain for long. Eluding the crowded hallways, Emma swiftly exited another window, one less steep and more accessible for an escape downwards if escape was even possible for a castle that looked more like a military fortress.

Emma stood before Chevalier, After crossing the border and returning to the court she went directly to the secluded room in the library. Before she gave her report the mission was far from over. His cold eyes met with hers after Emma's ragged form appeared from the shadows, bowing politely. Chevalier scoffed at her appearance. Although she already had the wound on her shoulder wrapped up in a spare piece of bandage, her boots left a fine trail of mud which the second prince probably didn't appreciate that much in his pristine sanctuary of books, not to mention her uniform was rightfully tattered from her presumably ungraceful fall in bushes amid her descent.

¨...It's worse than I initially imagined. It's a good thing the prototype is too complex for mass production... for now¨

¨That only buys us time. Go on.¨ Chevalier closed the book in his lap giving Emma his undivided attention.

¨Unfortunately they already have enough in stock to supply an entire company¨

¨ But with its destructive power it could make for one hell of a surgical strike¨ Clavis' head popped from behind the shelves. He stacked a book from the pile he was carrying in its place with a shady smile that looked more forced than usual.

¨If he's withholding could it be that he's waiting for the right moment, what do you think Chev?¨

¨He's not one to go for a direct approach¨ Chevalier stood up from his seat. ¨enough of this¨

Clavis frowned. Chevalier turned at last, his pale blue eyes zeroing in on the spy. ¨What else did you bring?¨

¨No, that was all for now... oh¨ Emma's hand brushed past something in her pocket. Strange, She could've sworn she lost it somewhere along her escape... then when did...?

She carefully extracted the object and handed it to her employer.

Clavis stole curious glances while Chevalier turned it in his palm, frowning immediately. It was the black bullet, on closer inspection It was by no means ordinary, Emma even had doubts now if it even belonged to the type of rifle she was inspecting back then.

¨That's very like him to do¨

Chevalier tossed the bullet back to Emma, his silence translated to "Good work". Before Emma could ask what was wrong he turned towards the library exit.

Clavis followed suit striding gallantly, passing Emma with a pat on the shoulder.

Emma turned the bullet, It was under the reddish hues of the setting sun that she caught a glimpse of something she had missed the first time she held it

A familiar name was etched into the bullet's shell, each letter's silvery outline gradually shining on the black surface. This was how Gilbert von Obsidian sent his regards to the second prince.

Did he know of her arrival? was her escape less of a coincidence and more of a calculated gambit?

Emma thought, regardless of the truth of what happened,

"What a bold declaration of war"

[marzeephan]

MLP next generation: Star and Sky

Formally introducing Twilight Sky and Shining Star, Twilight's children, before you ask for their other parent, yes they do have one but I will not reveal them for now, also, they aren't Twi's partner, they acted more like a donor, but the kids do know their other parent, they just spend most of their time with Twilight.

Onto the info!

Twilight Sky:

Age: 19

Family: Twilight Sparkle (mother), Shining Star (twin brother)

Cutiemark: a starry sunset colored sky with an orange and yellow colored star in the middle

Occupation: Student of the princesses and current Princess of Friendship

Sky Facts:

- She is a very chill mare, which leads those who don't know her to think of her as a mysterious and withdrawn princess, which she isn't.

She is actually a little withdrawn and doesn't tend to share her life details with many ponies, but she doesn't do it in a malicious way, she is just like that, once you get to know her she is actually the nicest pony you'll ever meet and a really loyal friend. Think of her as a more soft version of Rosa Diaz from Brooklyn 99.

- She gained her cutiemark at 6 years old, a very young age, she got it at the same time as her brother, only they weren't toghether that day, she was spending the evening with Flurry Heart, surfing the sky and as the sun was setting she looked at the sky and felt a deep connection, she closed her eyes and at that same time the sky suddenly changed its color for a dusk pallette, Flurry was mesmerized, it was as Sky changed the color of the Sky herself...

Sky still with her eyes closed, lost control of her wings and as she fell a beam of light revolved around her. Flurry manged to catch her as they were very high in the sky and asked her if she was okay, she said that she was, that she felt like she just woke up from a very long nap, and there it was, her cutiemark.

-Many ponies think she is named after her mother, and while she kinda is because twilight is a family name, her mother actaully wanted to name her children after someone close in the family, so she is actually named after Twilight Velvet.

Shining Star:

Age: 19

Family: Twilight Sparkle (mother), Twilight Sky (twin sister).

Cutiemark: a constellation formed between three yellow and orange colored stars, each one of different size.

Occupation: Student of the princesses and current Prince of Friendship.

Star Facts:

- He is a calm and sweet stallion, but he unwillingly is very very clumsy and dorky, which he tries so hard not to be because it embarasses him, but people actually see this a a sign that their prince is just another pony like them. He is also a huge bookworm like his mother and you can always find him at the library or at the astronomy tower.

- He gained his cutiemark at 6 years old, a very young age, at the same time as her sister, only they weren't together, he was spending the evening with his grandpa Night Light, who is an astronomer (as i headcanon him), to wait for the sun to set so they could gaze the stars. When the sun set, and the moment the sky changed its color, Star started to see the starts appear in it, his eyes closed as he felt a deep connection with them, at that moment, all the stars in the sky abruptly appeared, and milions of new stars that weren't ever seen before appeared too, Night Light was shocked, he didn' t see anything like this in his entire life, he looked down and saw that Star was laying on the ground,a beam of light around him, and them the light dissapeared he asked Star if he was okay, Star answered that he was, he just felt like he had been woken up from a long nap, and there it was, his cutiemark.

- He was named after his uncle Shining Armor.

Facts:

- Their family, the mane six and the princesses were a little shocked that they weren't unicorns, but as Twilight never revealed the identity of their other parent, they just assumed it was because of their genetics. However, a small portion of the ponies in equestria weren't happy upon hearing that the new royals could not wield any magic, these ponies were groups of ponies of the high elite, old ponies with closed minds and etc, so their opinion wasn't really taken as important and despite this the birth of the twins was celebrated in all of equestria.

- The day Star and Sky got their cutiemarks, the majority of ponies assumed it was a great day and that that was it, but Twilight and the Princesses, especially Celestia and Luna, knew that it wasn't normal that the sky and the stars acted like that, they had magic, and much more than that, the princesses concluded that their fate and destiny would be something that could change equestria.

-And so, they started studying and training in magic, from a very young age, Twilight discovered that although they weren't unicorns, they had a great amount of magic inside that would cause them problems if it wasn't worked on. The closest magic experts worked along with the princesses to find something that would channel their magic without causing them to losing it or causing any damage to the royal siblings. After many time of work, the prince and princess were granted a special crystal for each one of them.

- These crystals are pictured in the drawing, Star channels his magic through his hooves, so he wears the crystal as a bracelet, as for Sky, she channles her magic through her wings, but Twilight was struggling to find an accesory that wouldn't restrain her wings while wearing it, so they tried a pendant, and it actually worked, whenever she uses magic though, she wears the crystal on her back, so it reaches the start of her wings, but as long as she isn't using magic she just wears it as a normal pendant.

- Star and Sky know that they can't be the only non unicorn ponies in all of equestria that can use magic, as the Princesses and all of equestria believe, so in the time they aren't studying or attending royal duties, they do a lot of research on magic, and actually work on devices that could channel pegasus and earth pony magic.

-They have been together all of their lives and can't fathom being without the other, even though they are very different.

And that's all, I will not be writing all of their story in this post as I haven't yet finished creating this universe (who knows if i'll finish it), but feel free to ask anything you want about them in the comments, I'll try to answer as much as possible :)

Hope you like them, and thank you for taking the time to read this!

[sionisjaune]

If youre still doing that ship fic game! #50 (…out of love) for princess cake 🥹🙏❤️

50. ...out of love

Some princess cake space opera for you! I'm absurdly proud of this one.

Jenson is saying his last farewells to the Terran embassy on Mercedes when he observes a bright shape hurtling down the courtyard. It’s Nico sprinting towards him, the tails of his princely uniform trailing behind him. Jenson doesn’t exactly anticipate Nico launching himself into Jenson’s arms, but he does a handy job of catching Nico around the waist and accepting a huge, wet kiss on the lips. 

“Sweetheart,” Jenson coos, setting Nico carefully down on the glassy stepstones of the courtyard. It’s gone dusk already—or what would be called dusk on Earth—and Mercedes’s silver atmosphere has melted away to reveal a familiar starry sky. 

Nico wrinkles his nose. “I don’t know why you say that,” he complains. “Sweet heart,” he sounds it out, making big shapes with his mouth. “Hearts are umami, like the meat of most carbon-based lifeforms. You’ve had meat before, right?” Nico cocks his head, confused.

Something hot-blooded unfurls in Jenson’s chest, underneath the collar of his ambassadorial uniform. “I’ve had meat,” he says. On Earth, leaving his arms wrapped loosely around Nico’s waist would make him a skeeve, but this kind of thing is normal on Mercedes. The kiss was just Nico’s way of saying hello. 

“Well,” Nico prevaricates. Jenson watches the play of artificial light across Nico’s face. His skin is just this side of opaque with an opalescent shine. Only his nose wrinkles, and everything else flexes fluidly over sharply-defined bone structure. “I just wanted to say goodbye. Since you’re leaving now.”

Nico leans in to kiss Jenson again and sweeps his tongue across the seam of Jenson’s lips. It still feels strange to be sucking face in full view of the courtyard, even after a thousand friendly kisses from Nico and the rest of the welcome party. Jenson has to remind himself that Nico has a fiancé before he does something incredibly stupid. 

He pulls away and uses the hand on Nico’s waist to create half a meter of distance between them. Nico looks at the space between them skeptically. 

“I’ll be back,” Jenson promises. It’s a real promise, because he was assigned to the Mercedes post and he’s contractually obligated to visit the embassy every six Earth months. 

Nico pouts. His eyes are shining, and it's not just Mercedean morphology. “One more,” he insists, and leans in again. 

[askstellarandfriends]

What is the current state of Equestria?

I will answer this one through text since really, non of the characters will be able to answer. This AU takes place in G4 around the end of season 9. There are some changes, however, as I do not like how it ended. Basically, Cozy Glow, Tirek, and Chrysalis were defeated with Tirek being turned to stone. Cozy was arrested and taken to the Crystal Empire on Princess Cadence's request while Chrysalis escaped whereabouts unknown. Years have passes since then as the Mane Six have made families and have had children. New events are arising, however, as the old tombs are being opened, releasing spirits of the Everfree Kingdom, Symphony, Gale Force, and Sun Dial. At the same time, a mysterious Draconeram makes his appearance around a young mare, catching the attention of the new Prince Of Friendship, Constellation Sparkle.

For Story Purposes: - Song's Story: Song Note's backstory - Musicals: Introduction of Play Wright, Gem Shine, and Chambers - Swift Orchard: Swift Apple's backstory - Bounty Hunters: Follows the Bounty Hunter Trio Lightning Strike, Droplet, and Music Rush - A Farmer And A Princess: Character Building with Appleseed and Dawn Delight - Star's Flight: Starlight Flight's Backstory - The Everlost Virus: Infection AU - Stellar's Kingdom: Stellar Cables's (Spells) backstory and rise of the Everfree Kingdom - What's A Little Time Travel?: Character Building with Time Bubble and Constellation Sparkle - The Kind Old Mare: Character and World Building with Dusk Light. - Twirling Ribbons: Character Building with Twirling Ribbon, Kunzite Belle, and Thunder Cloud. You can read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51531928/chapters/130241134 - The Acts Of An Alicorn: Lore With Celestia. You can read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43114765 - The Diary Of A Zebrasus: G5 Stuff. You can read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42789789/chapters/107490561

This is just some stuff that will be expanded upon later.

~ GPG Mod

[thecclover-fanfictions]

A Confession...The Grand Place Part Three

Charles hadn´t eat much from the delicious picnic, here on the rooftop of his lavish home. He couldn´t. His stomach tumbled in happiness all of the time as he enchanted watched his girlfriend who still hadn´t grasped to the full that she sat on top of Buckingham Palace.

But Milla Shand would never be a person impressed too much from superficialities, still she hadn´t lost the respect for the place she was right now. Her mind was rather swirled from the breathtaking view down to this huge city, and to the deceptive calm it send up to them. And it got even more beautiful as the sun set down and covered all in this golden light, slowly overshadowed by the dusk.

But nothing of this could hinder her from entertaining her boyfriend in the most pleasant way. Lively and bubbly she told him everything what came to her mind, underlined from the laugh and chuckles that sounded like bells from heaven to him. Charles hung on her lips, and even if she had told him about putting the rubbish out, there hardly couldn´t be anything more precious.

He couldn´t do other, he laughed when she laughed, he felt sad if she recalled some not so happy things in her life, which of course were rather seldom. He was excited if she described the adventurous life you could have in London, and secretly wished to share it now and then. But most of all he was enchanted from the light in her eyes, the light that mirrored the upcoming stars and the moon, that reflected the flickering candle light and that special shine, not able to put into words, that obviously only came up if he was around.

And once again he asked himself, how much more he could fall in love with her.

She remained silent for a while and watched him, and he wasn´t sure if she could read his mind. As so often before he grabbed something from the blanket and tickled her mouth with it. “Cherry…?” he asked. Camilla chuckled and grabbed a cherry as well: “Then you should have some, too!” Laughing they fed each other, but Charles stopped breathing for a second as she tapped his shoulder and inviting yelled: “Spit challenge!” She deeply exhaled and spit out the pip, wide beyond the railing.

Confused Charles watched her, he never had done this before. But her wide grin left him light hearted and he tried. The pip hit the railing and fell down on the roof top. “Oh no! Wait!”, Charles laughing interrupted her laughter and put the next cherry into his mouth. It ended up in a wild challenge, in which both hardly could concentrate due to their heavy giggles.

It didn´t take long, and the porcelain bowl with the cherries was empty. They still chuckled, but more in a conspiratorial way now. Camilla still smirked at him, as he grabbed her hand tenderly and just watched her. It was completely dark now and the candles around seemed to light up only her face, bright and most precious it shone to him. Their eyes met and locked, and Camilla´s smile changed into a doting and blissful one. Charles couldn´t smile in his excitement, though his face was adorned with happiness, but determination as he whispered: “I love you.”

He had said it to her very often before, but not even once he said it for no reason. Each time it came from the ground of his heart, each time it was full with all of his feelings. And each time it flashed her, pierced marrow and bone, to stand in front of his bare soul. And each time she was overrun from her own feelings, as she couldn´t believe to love this little prince already so deeply, just a few months after he transformed from a famous person she knew only from TV and magazines and never ever expected to meet, into someone who hooked into her life in the most natural way and whom she never wanted to let go again. If she was honest to herself, she even feared that he could go away. But probably he had to…and, inside Camilla carpeted herself,…of course he must. Or maybe not?

At least not tonight, she decided to be happy again. Charles still stared at her, his enchanted gaze hadn´t change one bit, but he didn´t expect an answer. He still had clasped her hand and tenderly his thumb caressed her.

Shivering, maybe from the cold but maybe also from the wave of feelings that rolled through her, Camilla snuggled more into the blanket Charles had draped around her. “Cold?” he asked quietly, but also in the way just her little prince was able to. The next wave rolled through her body and the tender sound in his voice tickled down her spine.

Still a rest of her thoughts in a small corner of her brain she chewed her lips, and almost a bit shy nodded to him. Charles tilted his head more, as always anything she did was sweet and adorable to him, and exhaling he smiled wider while spreading his arms. Camilla didn´t think twice. Quickly she crawled on his lap and squealing embraced him, wrapping them both in the tartan blanket.

As if he had caught a precious gift before someone else could have it, Charles cheered, with a roguish laughing in the undertone. Tightly he hold her and tenderly cradled her, but Camilla hadn´t notice it so very much. Her head rested in the crook of his neck, she had closed her eyes, and still tightly embraced him with the blanket around. She almost clawed into him.

If this moment would last forever, if they would remain in this embrace here on the rooftop forever, she wouldn´t mind. She felt warm again, from the outside and more important, from the inside. Just right now she was endless happy, just right now everything felt right and complete. If they would stay here forever, she didn´t need fruitless to rack her brain about all the occurrences that overrun her recently. And just right now she knew her heart was at home.

“Fred?” Camilla mumbled into his neck. “Mmh?” Charles answered delightful as he felt in heaven, which wasn´t down to the fact that they sat near to the sky, more to the fact that he was in totally peace now. The tip of her nose stroke along his cheek, attended by some light kisses she aspirated on him. “Fred…?” she breathed again as their eyes met. Charles almost spellbound watched her, if she just knew how beautiful she looked to him! “Fred, I love you.”

In pure bliss he inaudible sighed, and he happy grinned from ear to ear. It also wasn´t the first time she had said it to him. And he also knew it was the absolute truth. But it still was a miracle to him. He was insecure, shy and clumsy most of the time. Yes, he even called himself ugly. He had uncommon hobbies, he had problems to find friendly connections with peoples of his age. All in all, he felt he was a strange existence. But her love, the love that he probably didn’t deserve, in his eyes at least, changed him inside. He didn´t know before that he could have so much self-confidence, that he was really witty, that he was interesting to talk to, yet even that he started to change into a man. He was a whole and complete person by her side.

Charles wrapped his arms tighter around her hips. “Really?” he still enchanted breathed. She almost besotted smiled and tilted her head to watch him better. She knew how he felt if she wasn´t with him. And she knew that he had blossomed since being with her, but she also felt that he had woken up things inside her. Just a few month ago she thought that she was ready for life and couldn´t evolve any longer. And she didn´t know how, but her little prince had shown her so many more inside her. And, most important, he had given her a new kind of love. A blissful, respectful and peaceful love, with so much happiness. There was no distrust, a new experience for her. Not for one second he let her feel sad or insecure about his feelings, no, it was quite the difference. There wasn´t any second she didn´t feel like on pink clouds, like adored and carried on his hands. And she felt a somehow unmovable link between them. “Is this how the great love really feels?” Camilla mused not for the first time.

“Really,” she whispered with all her heart and it was the last Charles needed to kiss her. His tips of the fingers had touched her cheek and his thumb gently caressed her chin, but it was just one of the reason to let Camilla shiver as the tip of their tongues met. Very quickly Charles had learned to show her all his emotions with his kisses. He enjoyed it very much to please her, and sometimes he even felt a bit proud if he drove her crazy with just one long kiss.

And just right now he wanted to show her all: his love for her, his appreciation that she loved him, his joy that she was here with him…and his passion for her. Sighing Camilla forgot the blanket, it slipped down their shoulders, but none of them recognised the cooled down temperature any longer. She kissed him back in the same way, and after a millisecond to catch breathe their smacking lips touched again.

Charles hold her tightly on his lap, but actually he didn´t need to do as she deeply clawed into him. Hard her body pressed against him, and slowly he was aware of the curves in his hands. Almost on its own his hands traced the outline of her body, with a gentle grip he stroke up and down her hips. This, and the feeling of her stout breasts pressing against his chest was enough to wake up his “best friend”. He couldn´t help, but just to imagine what waited for him under her dress let him forget anything around. And let him slide into awkward situations now and then. Just a few days ago he had a rather boring meeting with his parents and private secretaries, as his thoughts wandered to his girlfriend and immediately a huge erection pressed against his trousers. The more he tried to press it down, the harder he got, and he was sure at least his father had recognised something…

But yet he didn´t care any longer. His hands explored her trained legs, carefully but determined his tips of the fingers stroke down the bare skin of a perfection which Charles didn´t dare to even think of ever seeing in real life, before meeting her. A goose bump spread over her body, as his nails scratched up the back side of her thighs and his hands slipped under the mint summer dress.

And almost eager she fidget around on his lap, as he grabbed her bottom and kneaded her cheeks. Their lower bodies started to grind against each other, as her tongue circled deeper in his mouth the harder he massaged her. And the harder his penis pressed against her crutch.

Charles´s hands tried to slip up further, but her dress was very tight around her waist. And with a bit surprise but also relief, Camilla shortly moaned as Charles grabbed her breasts through the cloth of her cardigan. But it couldn´t be enough like that, for the both of them. Panting they parted, and for a short moment watched each other with their blushed faces. Camilla enchanted smiled, as he mumbled with puppy eyes and trembling lips: “Adore you…”

Their hands clashed against each other as they tried to open the buttons of her cardigan as fast as possible. And somehow it dangled down from her arms now as she clawed into his shoulders while he sunk down into her cleavage. Languorous sighing she appreciated Charles lips on her and his huge hands cupping her breasts. He wondered if one day he would be over the fact that she had a cleavage from heaven, a pair of breasts out of his wildest dreams, and that he was the one who could spoil these treasures, also in a way she obviously longed for. As her heavy up and down sinking chest and the hands that pressed him deeper into her flesh, told him.

He adored every single millimetre of this cleavage, he kissed the curvy top of her breasts, his tongue slipped down the cleavage, and his hands had slightly ripped down the dress. With his thumbs he slipped under the cloth and gently caressed her aroused nipples. He groaned in the same second Camilla heavy winced and her nails clawed more into his neck.

His body, in fact the hard thing between his legs, longed for just ripping down the dress completely and to love her right on the spot, here on the rooftop of Buckingham Palace. But his heart, and even his brain forbid him.

Very reluctant to let loose of her Charles looked up in the agitated face of his girlfriend. They didn´t need to talk to, and probably weren´t able to any longer. They just helped up each other, grabbed their hands and almost run towards the exit door. Quickly they jumped down the small step and along the corridor of the upper floor. By reaching the next door Charles stopped for a moment, deeply exhaled and made a sign to try to stay cool. He pecked her lips, squared his shoulders and opened the door.

Immediately they stared into the face of a servant, who obviously had taken his place for the night shift. Camilla tried to hide her running breath by stop breathing at all, the same did her boyfriend, as the servant bowed down and wished a good night. Camilla was sure he had noticed something, but Charles just pushed her away without answering the servant.

Turning round the next corner they dared to breathe again and broke out in heavy giggles at the same time. But it didn´t stop them from rushing down the corridor as fast as possible. The way was long and gave them a chance to calm down a bit, which was an advantage as they occasional met some more people, luckily most servants.

Yet Camilla was relieved as they finally reached the huge corridor she entered some hours ago for the first time. A servant opened the door to Charles´s wing with a bow, and not a second later she found herself pressed against the wall like also some hours ago. Without any word Charles started to kiss her again and his hands restless stroke up and down her body and tried to undress her.

But his impatience let him merciless fail. Camilla giggled over his attempts, but didn´t let loose of his kiss. Yet, she deeply kissed him back and had already fumbled the shirt out of his trousers. Charles knew actually that they couldn´t go on here on the corridor with this, but his body had problems to listen to his brain. And thankfully he recognised that Camilla pushed them somehow up the stairs and round the corner to his apartment.

They still needed ages to reach the door and Charles opened it with his elbow, as his hands were clawed into the body of his adorable girlfriend. The door swung open and they almost fell down on the floor. But the huge and heavy table stopped them and the door clapped shut.

Either Charles had pressed her down on the table top or Camilla had pushed him down with her, it was unclear but also total unimportant to them. It wasn´t comfortable at all, but he laid between her entwined legs, steadied on his elbows and kissed down her neck to her cleavage again.

He managed to rip down the upper part and as he watched her bare breasts, with her aroused nipples almost staring at him, it almost killed him. With a croaky voice he groaned, and Camilla felt his hard one pressing even more into her crutch. And his lips glued on her sensitive spots now, his fingers kneaded and massaged her and if she looked down to watch him, it felt even more arousing to her.

Her lower body already grinded against his and her chest pressed more into his mouth, as she rarely couldn´t get enough of Charles spoiling her like this. But she also wanted him naked, and she had crinkled his shirt meanwhile completely and ripped up to his shoulders. Somehow both understand that nothing would work here and tried to make their way into his living room.

He could barely let loose of her wonderful breasts, but Camilla managed to push his shirt over his head. It landed somewhere.

The staff had switched on the lights in every room they could use, but neither of them both noticed it. Charles was used to it anyway, but they were sunken into each other so much, not even a detonating bomb had disturbed them.

The sofa was much more comfortable, as Camilla landed on it. Charles´s hands were everywhere on her, followed from his lips, which landed also uncontrolled on her mouth between his caresses. “Darling, darling…” she panted as he sucked on her breast and drove her almost crazy. But they both had to get rid of their clothes, this was for sure.

And so Charles kneeled down on the floor, between her legs, and desperately tried to unzip his trousers. Camilla quickly opened his belt and giggling joined his attempt then. But Charles was more than impatient, red faced and panting he grunted. And with one fast jerk the trousers were open, but the zip destroyed. His girlfriend giggled anew, but Charles bugged of stripped the trousers down.

His hard one very visible loomed out of his boxers. And he shivered as he felt the hands of Camilla touching his waist and slipping down then to remove his trousers. He was so aroused, his penis almost touched his navel. And he never found this a noteworthy sight, but he knew, and her eyes told him once more, she thought he looked beautiful there. Of course, this gave him more confidence, but just right now he squealed and bit his lips, as the back of her index finger tenderly stroke up from his crown jewels to his sensitive tip.

And he died as he watched her opening her zip of the dress by herself and pushing it down to her bottom. She took his hands and placed them on the crinkled dress, lifted her bottom and gulping Charles pushed it down to her knees. Adoring his hands glided back to her curves, traced the outline of her waist and his thumb slipped under the tiny lace pant, tickling her along the edging.

Camilla exhaled and closed her eyes for a moment, while her bottom slipped further down to the edge of the sofa. Charles kissed each of her breasts, before he grabbed her pants tightly and pushed them down also. While he removed her clothes completely and even stripped off her shoes, he couldn´t take away his eyes from her.

Her soft and already wet lips loomed out between her slightly stretched legs, the dark blond curls in this cute triangle, her curvy waist and those more than perfect breasts….and the way she looked at him with her light open mouth and her blue eyes, so full of passion now.

He just fell down on her, his strong arms lifted her up a bit from the cushion and the sunk down in a deep and more arousing kiss. Her arms strong flung around his neck and her legs crossed behind his back. His feet unconsciously struggled down his trousers and boxers, and somehow he slipped out of his shoes also.

One of his hand had dared to slip down on her, and as he touched her between her legs and with light pressure started to caress her, Camilla had to stop kissing and arched back her head with a long deep groan. And he couldn´t deny that this turned him on once more, and slowly he dived down her body. His head slipped out of her embrace by kissing his way to her breasts, and slowly she sunk back into the cushion. But her lower body had lifted up and tried to press, in circling moves, against his face. Charles grabbed her back and her bottom then, while he found his way between her legs.

Her hands rushed through his dark wavy hair, even pulled it lightly, and her legs dangled over his shoulder, while he explored her. But Charles felt, he couldn´t survive this any longer. And he wanted her, so very much! Heavy fighting for breath he looked up to her, but as he met her eyes and felt her hands gentle touching his face, he knew she also was ready for him.

It wasn´t always so important for Camilla what he did to her body for making love. Sometimes it just needed his special and adoring gaze, whispered terms of endearment into her hear and softly kisses, so full of his love, to yearn for him completely. She didn´t mind that he didn´t know all the skills of a “perfect” lover, but actually he was for her. Their chemistry was so heavy, sometimes it was enough if he touched a part of her bare skin and it flashed all through her body.

And yet her legs started to shake in excitement and pleasure, as he slowly scrambled up between them again and watched her with wide and adoring eyes. Camilla flung her arms around his neck and kissed him, while her legs got wider for him. Charles sunk down in this kiss and he already had grabbed her bottom, as something flashed through his mind.

No! By no means he can take her here on his old sofa, not the first time she visited him at home!

“Wait,” he more panted as whispered into her lips and Camilla was confused. Charles wondered how he had managed to get up on his feet again, but determined he lifted up his girlfriend on his arms. Surprised she squealed and clawed into his shoulder, but as she watched his eyes laying on her like on a precious gift, worth to fight for like a lion, she flung her arms around his neck and enchanted stared back at him.

Charles didn´t look around, his eyes were glued on her, as he carried her over into his bedroom. Carefully he placed her on his huge bed and Camilla reached out one arm to him. Charles took her hand, but his gaze wandered up and down her body. He still couldn´t grasp that he could call this beautiful girl, almost a woman, his girlfriend. That he was allowed to make love to this perfect body, that he even was able to bring her greatest pleasure and that she loved to lay in his arms.

It overrun him again and his erection started to hurt, so much aroused he was. He slipped between her legs, Camilla embraced him and felt his condition. Their noses touched and she whispered: “Love you, darling. Love you.” But this let Charles shiver even more, with trembling lips he nodded, but felt he couldn´t hold it for very long now. But he wanted it so desperately, he wanted to give her pleasure and to savour her.

Smiling her index finger touched his lips, “sshhh…” she tried to calm him down. Her hands steadied against his shoulder to push him up, and Charles didn´t know how, but suddenly he knelt on his bed and was kissed from his girlfriend before she turned around on her knees. Gulping and confused he watched her how she scrambled on his lap backwards and took his arms to embrace and hold her.

Her head leaned back, her open lips stripped along his cheek and her right arm flung around his neck. Charles wasn´t sure if he would explode immediately as he felt her bottom lifting up, her left hand grabbing his very hard one and how she slowly sunk down on him. They never before had made love like this.

For a moment he had to hold his breath and squinting his eyes, but his girlfriend sighed in pleasure. Slowly she begun to circle on him and leaned more against his chest. Charles dared to open his eyes and entranced watched her. It was more wonderful as when she sat on top of him, somehow she was totally lost now, she just completely fell into him. She had her own rhythm, but as she quietly begun to moan as he kneaded her breasts in his hands he couldn´t do other as to join her in her moves.

But she got faster now, and Charles realised that he had to focus on her to hold her tightly. That prevented him from coming too early, no matter how close on the edge he was, and so this was a perfect position, he decided.

One hand rested on her stomach now to give her better hold, and one arm was still wrapped around her breasts. Gentle he fondled her nipple, he knew she liked it, but he loved the feeling also. And he had to stop breathing for the next time, as Camilla took his hand on her stomach and placed it between her legs.

And he thought she looked even more beautiful how she writhed on him, under his caresses between her legs and the rhythmic shoves he gave her now. How she forgot the world around, just leaned on him, her face buried into his neck and her quietly moans sounded in his ear. How her fluid wetted his fingers, how he felt the sweat on her skin, how he felt waves of pleasure rolling through her body. He had loved to see them in a mirror now, her arousal, their intertwined bodies, and their trust into each other.

But unconsciously his shoves became a bit faster and his fingers circled a bit harder round her clit, as she started to tremble on him. And with a long and deep grunt she heavy jerked, got limp for a moment and became quiet. Charles felt how her body relaxed, and he still hold her strong in his arms. And he heavy gasped.

Cloudy she watched into her boyfriend´s eyes, lovingly smiled at him and took his hands. Her weak knees slipped down on the bedlinen and Charles breathless followed her. He wasn´t sure any longer if he´d survive this night at all.

She kneeled on the bed, her bottom cheeks looked like a full moon to him, and irresistible her still swollen and wet lips invited him. Still hesitant he sat there, totally at the edge and watched her with an open mouth. Smiling she looked around, over her shoulder and grabbed his hand anew. Trembling he bent over her, almost laid on her back and embraced her.

Her huge breasts laid on his lower arms, and as his penis touched her wetness he jerky yelled out. And like two magnets they found each other again, within a second Charles almost fainted. He felt like swirling around, and totally uncontrolled he moved in and out of her. His weight laid on her completely, but Camilla didn´t mind. She had steadied on the mattress and tried to join his rhythm.

But not even half a minute later her boyfriend stopped breathing, clawed tighter into her breasts, stopped moving then and broke down on her with a jerky and deep groan. She laid down on the mattress again, still pressed onto her Charles followed her, all what he did was wheezing.

And trying to caress her, as she turned around on her side to look at him. Blushed and sweating he stared at her, tried to form a smile and to say something. But just blurry sounds escaped his mouth and they both had to giggle. Camilla flung her arms around his neck, Charles tried to do also, but his hands still dangled over her. He hadn´t back the full control over his body yet.

Her index finger traced the lines of his face, followed from her lovely gaze. Slowly Charles relaxed, bent forward and placed a huge smacker on her lips. And her gaze became mischievous, as she rubbed nose with him and whispered: “Did you like it?” Charles chuckled, laughed louder and his hand rushed over his face and through his messy hair then: “Oh…my…god…” he jerky answered.

Arching her head back in laughter Camilla steadied on her elbow and looked down to her prince, who had turned on his back. But his left arm had wrapped her waist tightly. “Will you stay here tonight?” he breathed, while his right hand gently fondled her breasts. Camilla was surprised for a moment, she hadn´t thought over this until now, as she just enjoyed every second with her prince. “Uumh…I´ve nothing here for the night…and…are you allowed to have someone here…?”

Charles laughed and straightened up to kiss her. Grinning he wiped a wisp of hair out of her face: “All you need for the night is here,” he pointed to himself. “And…actually…I never had someone here before…but, no one is interested in this, I guess…” He shrugged shoulders, but embraced her smirking: “And…no one can forbid the sunshine in this bunker here. The sunshine that saves my life.” It should sound funny, but it wasn´t. It escaped his mouth as the truth, and Camilla knew it.

She snuggled into her boyfriend and kissed his bare shoulder: “Oh darling…I love you…”. They remained silent in this embrace for a while, until Camilla finally interrupted with her infecting chuckle. She overstated sniffled at them both and laughed: “But maybe we should have a shower!” Charles frowned, lifted up her arm and sniffled at her axilla. Exaggerated he pulled a face: “Ooooohhhh…yes! You really should have one!”

Camilla teasingly boxed him: “No! You! Urgent!” And while Charles didn´t hesitate to shoulder her, she laughing hit him again: “Really urgent!” Kidding around they tumbled across his bedroom into his bathroom.

It was much smaller as Camilla had expected it, and less luxury. Of course, it was three times bigger than her own bathroom, but not much different to the bathroom at The Laines. And she really had to laugh, as Charles had to hammer against the pipe to get warm water. “Thousand years old…” he mumbled, “Never buy a palace, darling. My father is busy to renovate here since ages. Of course, it didn´t reach this wing so far…” While he said this, he didn´t mind to stay in the cold water jet, while Camilla shivering wrapped her arms around herself.

For the rest it was as always, if they took a shower together. The shower head changed into a kind of weapon, laughing ripped out of each other´s hand to tease and kidding around. But there was no clear winner, and at the end it became silent. Wrapped into each other, parts of their bodies still soaped, they shared a deep kiss, while the warm water run down on them.

Washed and shampooed, blown-dry and dressed into one of his T-shirts he shouldered her again and with a loud cheer let her fall down into his bed. The mattress bounced as he jumped in there too, and roaring like a lion he took her into his arms. “Cheeky monkey,” Camilla pinched his nose but happy grinned at him. Charles smirked: “More a wolf…a hungry wolf…” At the same time his stomach grumbled, as he had eaten almost nothing from their precious picnic before.

“Something to eat, darling?” he asked her. Camilla shook her head: “No, maybe to drink….But, you don´t have anything in your kitchen…” “No,” Charles turned around and grabbed the receiver of the phone from his bedside locker. “I will order something.” For a moment Camilla thought it was strange, before she recalled where she actually was.

He just gave a very short instruction and hung up, not even noticing that the receiver just half dangled in the cradle. But canoodling and caressing the girl that was the most wonderful in the whole wide world to him was much important than anything else.

Not even two minutes later in knocked at the door, Charles just yelled a short “Yes, please!” and a servant, dressed into a red and golden livery, came in. Charles just lightly turned around to him and still hold Camilla tightly in his arms. Shocked she stared at the servant, she absolutely hadn´t expect this. And gulping she tried to dive down, to snuggle more into Charles´s arm and pushing the blanket higher, almost to the tip of her nose. With wide eyes she observed the scene, but she wondered.

The servant didn´t seem to notice her at all. He quietly talked just to Charles, asking for his directive. And though he again and again looked at him in his bed, Camilla didn´t seem to exist for him. Charles was totally relaxed with this, pointed on a small table in the edge to put down the tray and to bring the drinks to the bedside locker.

And Camilla had loved to hide under the blanket completely as the servant really came over to the bed, brought the drinks, before he bowed down to Charles. Back in the door frame he turned around once more and said: “Wish to have a good night, Sir!” Then he shut the door and also the entrance door snap shut.

A bit confused Charles stared at Camilla´s frozen and astonished face. “What´s wrong, darling?” he carefully, almost worried, asked. Camilla just stuttered and scrambled up again: “I…I…thought….I didn´t expect…I thought we would pick up the tray from the corridor…or whatever…” Charles couldn´t understand in the first second what she actually meant, but chuckled then lovingly: “Oh sweetie, I´m sorry!” He kissed her: “Don´t worry, he won´t tell anything!”

Serious Camilla looked back at him: “He will.” Charles gulped, he never had thought of this. But probably, yes…Strongly he took her in his arms, and looked desperate: “I´m sorry…really. You know…sometimes I´m just a bloody fool…are you angry now?” Camilla chuckling shook her head and lovingly kissed him while caressing his cheek: “No! It´s just…I rarely get visits from strange men in my bedroom.” Charles could laugh again: “I´m so grateful, I´m not a stranger to you!” Teasing and boxing each other, but particularly giggling and laughing, they rolled over his bed back and forth, until Camilla laid on top of him.

“Darling?” she asked, enjoying the tickling index finger of her boyfriend on her cheek. “Mmh…” he asked while adoring watched her. “Maybe the next time he can put the tray into the next room, and we could pick it up there?” Charles mused for a second, and thought it was a rather good idea. As most of the ideas this wonderful girl had, the girl that showed him the other side of the world. The side that he was scary until he had met her, and had to find out that the sun lived there.