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ezr4styley781 · 24 hours ago
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Get caught-
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pucks-shitposts · 3 days ago
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My pretty princess 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️
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gravegoer · 28 days ago
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possible royal au with sevika?? her as a knight, bodyguard.. etc .. 🩷
also you are lowkey THE sevika writer ..
Royal Blood — 🜲
thank you, anon. i appreciate that ! also, i might make this a series (send in an ask if you are interested) summary: sevika might have a little crush, but it's so immoral— i mean, you're a royal !! also i dont use any physical descriptions in ANY of my stories unless specifically mentioned i have 20 asks in my inbox atm and i promise im getting to them (esp pirate ones) masterlist
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Your parents hired you a guard despite your constant complaints. You didn't need a man to watch over you in place of them. It wasn't your fault they could never be home for you.
You are the princess, so you needed to be put in line, no more walking out alone at night, no more hanging out with friends at bars, etc. Your parents wanted to put a stop to it all.
When you were introduced to your bodyguard, it was a pleasant suprise that she was a woman. Sevika. She had dark scarred skin, a showcase of her past on her body, and a prosthetic metal arm that caught your eye immediately. But that didnt mean you liked having a bodyguard any more than you did before.
And as always, your parents planned to leave for weeks on "business" having Sevika watch over you in the mostly empty castle.
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Although your parents ordered you not to step foot out of the castle, you needed fresh air badly. Opening the windows to let the breeze in was no longer enough to satisfy you. You felt like a rat trapped in a cage that desperately needed to escape.
It was the late hours of night when you decided that Sevika would most definitely be asleep, giving you the opening to sneak out. You didn't bother to change out of your ruffled night gown and sleep tights before stepping out into the hall. Your feet that were covered with thin fabric protested the coldness of the tile as you continued down the west wing.
It was definitely chillier than your warm room. goosebumps littered your arms before you attempted to rub them away. The moonlight cascaded in a film over your body, peeking through the many windows in the hall.
You turned, curiously, to the window, and the stars illuminated your irises. Putting your hands to the glass you peered at the garden, fireflies were swarming the flowers and fluttered around the fountain. You smile at the sight and suddenly become more enthusiastic about your trip.
Your excitement was soon interrupted by a husky (but loud) voice, "And where do you suppose you're going, princess?"
"I told you not to call me that," You frowned and turned away from the window to see Sevika approaching you with crossed arms.
Her heavy boots thudded on the tile, contrasting with your daintly socked feet. She stopped in front of you to look you up and down, "What? Were you in a rush to sneak out and didn't dress for the weather?" She teased.
You shook your head and looked away, "No, i wasn't sneaking anywhere.. I just wanted to get some air."
"Crack a window, princess." She directly ignored your previous order, "I can't let you leave until your parents return."
You scoffed at her strictness, "I just want to take a walk in my own garden. Can't you spare me that much?"
"What your parents say goes, now don't argue with me."
"This isn't your job—" You instantly start to argue, "Your job is to protect me not to control me!"
"You're wrong there," She stepped closer to you. "My job is to protect you and control you. Your parents ordered me to do so, so that's what I intend to do."
At that, you got angry, "Would you please just be lenient? All I ask is for a walk."
She ran a thick finger over the crease between her brows, and you took notice of the dark circles under her eyes.
"You can't just do whatever you want. You have responsibilities, and one of those responsibilities is to abide by the rules."
You scoffed and started back to your room before she added, "And tomorrow morning, I want you in my sight, no more funny business."
Leaving her without any confirmation, you slipped back into your room and slammed the door, throwing yourself back into bed. You grumbled to yourself about how this castle is a prison and buried your face into the pillows.
For the next hour, you were tossing and turning and eventually pacing around your room. Looking at the clock, it read: 12 AM.
Fuck you needed to get out.
Going on your second attempt to sneak out, you creaked the door open, slower than the first time. You were immediately met with a dark form standing outside your door.
Sevika.
She caught sight of you through the small crack, gaze cold, and confused. She raised an eyebrow, and you saw her eyes rake down your body before quickly darting back up.
"Again?"
"Why are you at my door," You huffed, now opening it fully as she had already caught you.
"I'm on duty," She stated bluntly.
"No, you just want to catch me leaving my room."
"That's called being on duty, Princess."
You ran a hand down your face, feeling the pieces of stray hair that stuck to your cheeks and brushing them away.
"Sevika, I can't sleep," you admitted, although reluctantly.
"I'll grab you a blanket or a cup of water?" She suggested while tilting her head.
"No, I have all of that. I just feel so alone here without my parents," You leaned against the doorframe, now being sincere with her.
She was caught off guard by your honesty and cleared her throat, "I'm sorry— I mean about the whole.. situation you're in"
The only reason you messed around outside the castle and refused to follow the rules is to forget about the emptyness of your own home. Sevika was beginning to realize this.
"Can you help me fall asleep," You stated, catching her off guard once again.
"Miss, I dont think thats appropriate"
You laughed at her instantly, pulling out the formalities when she got embarrassed. "Please, this is an order from your princess."
Her eyes widened at the tone in your voice and the way you looked at her when you pleaded for her company. Finally relenting, she swallowed the lump in her throat and slowly stepped into your room past you.
Your room was most definitely large, with a king-sized bed in the middle, covered with pillows and expensive silks. There was a large curtained window facing your bed that let some light through. She didn't even hear you shut the door behind her before you stepped past her, and ran to flop into your bed.
She eyed the way your nightgown lifted a bit when you jumped up but quickly cleared her thoughts. She stood stifly in the middle of your room before you sat up to pat the spot beside you.
It was hard not to stare at the way your skin tone contrasted the sheets while she walked up to you and sat beside you. (Moreso on the edge).
You chuckled at her nervousness of being in your room and scooted up to the top of your bed, feet behind her back.
"C'mon, get comfortable," you tapped her with your foot, "I didn't invite you in to make you guard my bedside"
She scoffed, and you moved your legs, planting your feet flat on your bed to make room for her to scoot back. She did so enough for you to be able to see the side of her face. There was a flicker of something unreadable in her expression when she looked over at you, eyeing the way you were displayed for her.
Ignoring her expression, you sat your legs in her lap and scooted down so that your butt was pressed against the side of her thigh. Your head was nuzzled comfortably in the pillows and you sighed at her warmness.
"Tell me a story."
You could see her expression, but you would like to imagine her face was flushed and embarrassed. But unbeknownst to you she was looking down at you with a smirk, knowing you couldnt see her face.
Of course, it felt wrong to have the princess splayed out on her bed in front of her, soft legs over hers and hands behind her head, but what could Sevika do, she wasnt invincible.
For a few minutes, she was caught up in a story about something that you thought was dumb. Talking about the woman she served before you, and obviously, you didn't care. You were more entranced with the way her toned thighs felt against the back of yours and the way her calloused hand brushed over your knee.
You had contemplated her attractiveness in the past but opted not to act on your desires, as she seemed very adamant about being professional. You couldn't ruin that for her.
Although tonight, she wasn't denying any of your actions.
You interrupted her story by sitting up, "Mmm, I feel tired already.. Or maybe that's the bordem."
You mumbled that last part.
"Okay, what more could I possibly do," Her grip on your knee got more intense.
You scooted forward, now sitting in her lap, "Just shut up and let me sleep."
You leaned into her.
This was a really bad idea. Sevika thought to herself, hands now hovering over you, not knowing what to do. She almost pushed you away but stopped herself upon feeling you snuggle closer into her chest.
She hoped you couldn't hear her heart thumping against her ribcage. To add to her already racing thoughts, she couldn't even fathom how your parents would react to this.
She would be fired immediately.
Yeah.
This needs to end.
You looked up at her, wondering why you didn't feel the pressure of her hands on your body. Her face was contemplative, eyes locked into a random spot in your room.
You spoke, just above a whisper, "I need this, Sevika."
Fuck your parents.
She wrapped her arm that was closest to your knees around your body to the back of your neck, holding you to her. Her thumb brushed against your cheek comfortingly.
She didn't exactly know what it was like to be in your position, but she knew she wouldn't like it. Her metal arm was wrapped around your back, hand softly on your hip. You could almost feel the coldness through your nightgown, but you barely minded. Her face was pressed into the top of your head, inhaling your scent.
From this night on, she was no longer just your protector, but also your caretaker. She told herself she would be there for you at any moment of need.
Sevika no longer needed to suppress her feelings of want towards you, and this was all the comformation she needed that you felt the same way.
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its a bit short but im having the most insane writers block right now, i have so many stories i want to complete that i end up doing none of them... whoops.. but asks are still open it might just take longer
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nightfaeses · 12 days ago
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as you wish, countess
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miryum · 17 days ago
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Pirate Captain!James Potter x Princess!Reader
A princess should know her kingdom and her people. That thought kept rushing through your head as the ship with the black flag steadily approached yours. And her people include the ones roaming the seas, right? If only you could go to your mother and tell her, "I told you so," as the pirates began to board your ship. Of course, your guards surrounded you, faithful until the end, but there wasn't much they could do on a ceremonial ship that prized decorations and etiquette over weapons and speed. Perhaps you shouldn't have commanded your ship to leave the harbour, but there was a traffic jam with all the merchant ships and whatnot. You thought it best to sail around them to get to the far peninsula. 
It wasn't long until your guards were either dead or captured and their blood stained your dress. You were in shock when the pirates hoisted you onto their ship and began to sail off. "Do you know who I am?!" the cliched words spilled out of your mouth. "My- my mother and father are very influential!"
"Don't sell yourself short, princess," one pirate dressed in a loose black shirt that paired with his shoulder-length black hair chuckled. "We know damn well who you are. Our captain picked you out himself."
You hiccuped and tried to fight back the impending tears. You would not cry in front of these brutes. Words failed you as the black haired pirate tied your hands behind your back with rough rope and shoved you down sitting onto the deck. Your dress poofed out around you and the pirate chuckled again. "Mighty fine fabric," he commented. He crouched down next to you. "Could get a pretty penny for it."
At that, you shot him a confused look. "I'm sorry?" you asked, voice thick with unshed tears. "I'm worried for my life and freedom and you're thinking about my dress fabric?" 
The pirate held up his hands in surrender. "Pardon me, princess," he said sarcastically. "But the world doesn't revolve around you."
"Right now it does!" you exclaimed. "The moment the guards on the mainland saw the smoke from my ship, they would've sent a frigate to check on me. Once they see the blood in the water, the blood of my men, they will alert my parents, also known as the king and queen of this land. Once my parents hear of this, they will send out all the ships in their fleet to bring me back to safety. They will not rest until I, the heir to the kingdom, is rescued, and you and your men are held to trial and hung."
The man sat back on his heels and commented, "brigantine?" 
After a beat, you asked, "pardon?"
"Your parent's ships? They're brigantine, aren't they?" At your hesitant nod, he continued, "yes, so, first off, bold of you to assume I am the captain, though I blush at your praise." He threw you a grin before standing in front of you. "Second, the ships in my captain's fleet are all sloops. They're the fastest type of ship ever and with the crews, almost a hundred on each, we know how to push them even faster. Your parents won't ever catch you unless we wish them to."
"Are you torturing the poor girl?" A new voice rang out. The rest of the crew had just finished setting the ship up for top speed to rejoin the rest of their fleet and were now wandering over to you, curious, but not malicious intent in their gazes. The new speaker had hair a little shorter than the first man’s, but it was lighter and messier. He had scars riddling his face and shoulders, but they had healed long ago.
“Remus, you know torture makes me sick,” the first man grinned. “I’d much rather leave that to the captain. Or Wormtail,” he added. 
A scruffy looking boy in the crow’s nest peeked down. “What?” he called. 
“Nevermind, Peter!” the dark-haired man shouted back.
“Where are you taking me?” you demanded, pulling against your bonds. They rubbed against your wrists painfully and you winced. 
The dark-haired man scoffed. “Oh, look at that. Can’t handle the ropes, love?” he taunted and Remus smacked him on the chest.
“Be nice, Sirius,” Remus reprimanded. “We just kidnapped her, for god’s sake.” Remus bent down behind you and undid the ropes. You stared at him, trying to figure out his motive, but he just said to Sirius, like you weren’t even there, “and what would she do? Her dress would sink her to the ocean floor and even then she can’t swim back to the mainland.” You glared at the pirates once you realised he was right.
“Where are you taking me?” you asked again, still sitting on the deck. 
Remus gave you an odd look. “To our captain,” he said as if it were obvious. “Didn’t Sirius tell you? Captain requested you himself.”
“What does that mean?” you pressed, standing up. Your legs shook slightly and you swallowed thickly. “What on earth are you heathens going to do to me?” When they didn’t answer right away, you continued, “I- I’ve heard stories of how wretched you pirates are. And I would rather die than give up my dignity and autonomy.”
“She’s feisty,” Sirius said once you were done. “Captain will like her.”
Remus crossed his arms and said, “Sirius, stop scaring her.” He sighed and turned to you. “We have a fleet of ships a few knots from here. The Captain is waiting for you. He’s very eager to meet you and I can guarantee he won’t hurt you in any way you’re thinking.”
“Why isn’t he here now?” you glared at the two men.
“Captain doesn’t like the mainland,” Sirius said simply. He took out a strip of cloth from his pocket and began wrapping his hand, playing with the fabric. “And if anyone ever caught a whiff of him, he’d be good as dead.”  
“If they could catch him,” Peter shouted from where he was descending from the crow’s nest. 
It was then that you realised that these weren’t the pirates you had heard tales of. They weren’t there to torture or assault you. They had even released you from your bonds. They clearly had loyalty towards their captain, but were also oddly well kept. Other than Remus’ scars, they all looked perfectly healthy and fit. You only hoped their captain was as well-mannered as his crew.
“Who… who is your captain?” you asked slowly. “And will I ever be returned to my kingdom?”
“Ah, well let him introduce himself,” Remus smirked. “Only two or three hours now until you meet him.”
Sirius then shrugged. “And who knows about returning you? Whatever the captain thinks is best.”
“You make it sound like I’m a commodity to be bought and returned,” you spit out, hands gripping at your skirts.
Neither man said anything. 
It was another three hours before the ship began to slow. By that time, you had sat down on the steps leading up to the wheel, having resigned to your fate.
Yet, you couldn’t help when your lips parted in awe when you saw the dozen ships appearing from over the horizon. Their flags all shared the same black cloth with an ‘M’ stitched on them. “Impressive, hmm?” Remus came to stand next to you. He held out a hand for you to take and you pulled yourself up. Your hands pressed along the sanded wood of the railing. 
“Yes,” you admitted. “I… I never knew the extent of pirates in our waters. It gives you chills, does it not? Being on the sea. You never know what’s out there.”
“On the contrary,” Remus said. “It’s liberating.”
 His words sunk in and you stared out at the approaching ships. “Why an ‘M’?” you asked.
“That’s our name,” Remus looked over at you, leaning against the railing too. “We’re Marauders.”
You tried to smother your smile. “Clever,” you admitted. 
“Yes, he thought so. In truth,” Remus revealed, “he employs only those who need it. He creates a community forged not by stealing and gold, but by camaraderie and love for the waters.”
“But you still are pirates,” you said. “You still steal and plunder and purge.”
Remus tilted his head to the side in acquiescence. “Yes,” he replied truthfully. “But not from villages or towns who work hard to earn their keep. Not from merchant ships. We only plunder and purge nobility vessels and that of the royal navy.”
“Those are my men!” you exclaim, turning to face Remus. “But you are slaughtering and maiming my men! I know those men, some of which are barely out of boyhood. I’m the one receiving the reports of who has passed at sea at the hands of you pirates and I am the one who has to send letters to grieving mothers or wives or children.”
The man with the scars bowed his head and didn’t say anything for a while. “If it makes you feel better,” he muttered, “captain orders that we give them all a proper funeral.”
You throw your hands in the air in anger and disbelief. “Oh, yes! That will make me feel better! Let me write to their widows so that may console them.”
“Princess,” Remus stopped your outburst with a firm stare. “I suggest you calm yourself. May I remind you who is in charge.”
“Your captain whom I have not even met.” You scowled and crossed your arms like a petulant child.
Remus nodded towards the fleet they were quickly catching up to. “You will soon.” Sirius called for Remus’ help with manning the sails or something of the sort – you weren’t particularly paying attention to the people who had kidnapped you – but Remus paused and looked you in the eye. “You know,” he muttered, “if you talk to the captain about the men we’re killing… he will probably stop.”
“Do not jest with me.” Your face twisted into an unpleasant expression. “Why on earth would he listen to the princess he kidnapped?”
The pirate’s own expression softened in contrast. “A man will go to lengths for someone he’s supposedly in love with.”
“In love?” you repeated in a whisper after a moment to process what you heard. “But- why- I mean, he’s never even met me!”
“He has,” Remus told you. “You may just not remember.”
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The pirates, to their credit, tried to be chivalrous when sending you from one ship to another. Sirius held the rope ladder steady when you climbed down to the rowboat where Peter sat, ready to row. There were numerous times when the ladder swung back and forth and you let out a squeal, clutching to the sides and hoping your satin shoes didn’t slip off the small wooden planks that served as rungs. You were sure you looked ridiculous, both crews watching as you yelled down to Sirius to not look up and consequently under your gown. 
Once you finally settled in the rowboat, casting a disgruntled look to Sirius, Remus climbed down after you and the four of you made the short journey to the other ship. They had you climb the ladder before them and the pirates on the captain’s ship grabbed your forearms to help haul you up over the railing. By the time you stood on the captain’s ship, you were a bit sweaty, the ends of your dress were wet, and you were thoroughly annoyed. 
Sirius and Remus disappeared into the captain's quarters. From your position on the deck, you couldn’t hear much, especially with the waves lapping on the side of the boat and the soft conversations of the crew. 
As much as you tried to be afraid, you couldn’t find it in you. Some gut feeling told you that no matter if these were gross, stinky, immoral pirates, you wouldn’t get hurt. 
Soon enough, you were ushered into the captain's quarters. 
The first thing you noticed was that it was decorated with stolen goods. Pieces of art from all different countries, furniture from four kingdoms, velvet embroidered drapes, and a small bookshelf of books behind glass that looked as if they were crumbling apart. 
The second thing you noticed was the man. He was lounging on the chaise, a leg thrown over the armrest and a tricorn pirate hat held lazily in his fingers. You scoffed and said, “this is not how one should greet a princess, pirate captain or not.”
Instantly, the man bolted to his feet and cleared his throat. “Right. Yes, I’m so sorry, princess.” He was a tall, lean man with a mop of frizzy curls on his head. His skin was tanned from his years at sea, but his hazel eyes shined with utter joy. “Princess,” he repeated, holding his hat to his chest.
“Are you… the captain?” you asked slowly, thinking a pirate captain should’ve been much more fearsome. But this man simply looked… lovestruck.
“Yes,” the man said. “Captain Potter. James Potter.”
Your head tilted to the side inquisitively. “You don’t seem like a pirate.” 
James’ eyebrow lifted up. “Is that an insult?”
“No,” you decided. “You’re simply not what I expected when your crew regaled your triumphs.”
The captain let out a chuckle. “And what accomplishments were those?”
“Well, is this your fleet?” You nodded towards the dozen ships that you could see from the porthole.
“If you think I only have a dozen ships to my name, you’re daft. I’m the most wealthy and respected pirate to sail these seas,” James boasted, a hand to his chest. “Terror runs through the veins of the ships who dare cross us.”
You pressed your lips together in annoyance and James immediately straightened up and cleared his throat. “You know, if you truly wanted terror to run through my veins, you may want to make my capture more unpleasant,” you said.
James snorted in amusement. “And how would you like your kidnapping next time, your highness?” he asked.
“First, I would like to know why you decided to slaughter my men and kidnap me!” you exclaimed, voice rising in anger. “Those men had families! Children! And I have a family too! You think my parents aren’t worried sick, not knowing if their daughter is alive or not? If- if they’ll see her again or not?” your voice shook slightly; obviously, you were projecting your own fears onto your parents.
“It wasn’t intentional to slaughter your men,” James said, as if that was consolation. He stepped forward, but didn’t offer you any more comfort than that. “If they had given up, they would be back on their way to the mainland. Unfortunately, they are loyal to you, so they had to be stopped. And I truly am sorry for all the pain I have caused you, your parents, or the kingdom. I would love to sail you back and return you, but I’m afraid I can't part from you quite yet.”
“And what could you possibly gain from me? Is it money? Because I assure you, there will be a hefty sum to be rewarded if I am brought back alive and well.”
James shook his head, almost sadly. “While I am glad that neither Remus or Sirius told you the true intent of your bringing here, it does give me the embarrassment of having to do it myself.” He shifted his weight foot to foot and it looked as if the dreaded pirate king was almost… nervous.
“Tell me. Now,” you commanded.
James ran a hand through his hair, mussing it up and your nose wrinkled as you watched. “I believe it was… three years ago,” James said, “when I fell in love with you.”
“That’s impossible.”
“Oh, no. It’s entirely possible when it comes to you.”
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Yes, there will be a part two
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yerimacoustic · 2 months ago
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𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚🤍𝙟𝙤𝙨𝙝𝙪𝙖 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
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↳ ❝ 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 ❞
summary: after the princess falls mysteriously ill, joshua, born with powers no one else in the palace knows about, becomes her caretaker.
content warnings: joshua x female reader, fantasy/regency au, steward/secret sorcerer!joshua x princess!reader, friends to lovers, deep conversations, yearning, mentions of illness, cursing, reader’s family has a lot of lore, secrets, more tags to come! joshua and reader are both in their early twenties btw
notes: this is a teaser for an upcoming joshua fic! full fic is here please interact if you like it!
lavish parties were a common occurrence at the palace, and birthdays were no exception. although your own birthday had been celebrated a handful of times, you still never quite got used to all of the attention. to the spotlight. and now that you were finally of marrying age, there was an added pressure, as potential suitors most likely filled the audience. 
after what felt like hours of dancing, polite conversing and forcing smiles, your mother had pulled you aside. after explaining that she wanted to present your gift in private, she eagerly watched you untie the tiny pink ribbon encircling the red box that fit perfectly in the palm of your hand. a gold, heart shaped locket lay inside, shining in the candlelight despite being an ancient heirloom. 
the necklace had been passed down from generation to generation for centuries. your mother felt there was no need to explain the sentimental value the necklace held, instead stating that she had been eagerly awaiting this day since the moment you were born. suddenly, you felt silly wondering if she was pulling you aside to offer some comforting words of assurance. 
no pressure. 
actually, once the thin chain found its way around your neck, it felt as if it bore an actual weight on your shoulders. after all, you knew fully well what it symbolized- as the eldest daughter, you would be taking the throne one day. and as you began to take another turn around the dance floor, you came to the stunning realization that this was no ordinary birthday party.
you weren’t exactly sure if your corset was too tight or if a mysterious figure was suddenly sucking all the air out of the room- either way, it felt as if the walls were closing in on you. once you felt that enough backs were turned on you, you shuffled towards the nearest french doors. once they were closed behind you and you were met with the bitter winter air, you let out a prolonged sigh. 
with your palms resting flat on the ledge you looked up to the stars, finding comfort in the way they seemed to shine so brightly that night in particular. you quickly became fixated on the patterns and puzzles in the sky, wishing that you could pluck them off of the dark blanket like small diamonds. music gently began to ring through the air as the doors behind you carefully swung open and closed in a brisk motion. even so, you didn’t bother to look back and greet your visitor. 
you were expecting the visitor to be one of your family members, maybe even your lady’s maid. holding back a sigh, you closed your eyes and spoke in a delicate tone, “i’ll be back inside in a moment.”
“no pressure,” a familiar voice behind you spoke. your eyes went wide upon hearing the man’s silky cadence and you, of course, were pleasantly surprised that it was probably the last person you expected to visit you.
you turned around to see joshua standing close to the two doors, as if he was awaiting your permission to come closer. he was quick to bow politely once your eyes were locked, earning a gentle scoff from you, “please- there’s no need for formalities. we’re not in public.”
he took a quick look behind him, reaffirming that there still were, in fact, lacy curtains covering the barred windows on the doors. a sheepish smile that seemed to light up the air between you two was sent in your direction before he stepped carefully towards you. “forgive me for disturbing you- but i wanted to ask if.. the princess was doing alright?”
you chuckled upon hearing his gentle tone and watching him approach you in the same timid manner. “well- the princess is doing as well as expected, under the circumstances. let’s just put it at that.”
this time it was the young steward’s turn to chuckle, mirroring your position and resting both hands on the balcony’s ledge. “the majority of the guests may not have noticed your strained expressions, princess, but i did.” he paused, looking over to you with a smile that instantly warmed your heart with reassurance. “if you ever need someone to talk to-”
“thank you.” gently cutting him off, you moved your hand to rest on top of his. an already shuddered breath caught in your throat once your eyes met again and a heated blush scattered across his cheeks. a similar warmth grew within your own cheekbones, prompting you to raise your free hand upwards to let your fingertips graze the area.
“you’re welcome,” he whispered to you, unable to break away from your gaze for even a moment. never in his wildest dreams did he expect to share a moment like this with you, the princess, someone he had stolen secret glances at in crowded ballrooms and halls for as long as he could remember. 
the two of you were both raised in the palace, after all. so close yet so far- until now.
and yet, he didn’t dare to move another inch. even if his free hand was aching to brush delicately through your curls, or along the curve of your jawline.. “princess..?”
“yes?” you asked with a slight strain in your tone. after all, you unknowingly held a similar line of thinking as joshua’s. you always considered the steward to be a handsome man, but never knew the great details of his beauty until that moment, as you stood closer to him than you ever had before. 
he had been wrestling with the dilemma of what to tell you since he’d plucked up the courage to walk through those doors. that much was evident by the way he quietly cleared his throat, pausing abruptly before speaking again, “i.. just want you to know that everything’s going to be alright. you’re going to be a wonderful leader someday.”
you weren’t sure what you were expecting (or hoping) him to say, but his beautiful words provided you with much needed reassurance. suddenly.. the prospects of becoming queen didn’t seem so daunting, now knowing that he would be there to support you. 
“you’re so.. sweet,” you thought out loud shamelessly. 
“you sound surprised,” his smile widened as he let out a gentle laugh. 
“no, not surprised- just-” you bowed your head and chuckled sheepishly. “i suppose i should have taken more time to get to know you. we did technically grow up together, after all.”
“well..better late than never.” the young man’s attention averted towards your intertwined hands on the ledge, his smile growing fainter. as if he was stuck in quiet contemplation. suddenly, snowflakes began to gently fall. it was beautiful, picturesque, the way they fell and gently twinkled in the starlight.
joshua couldn’t help but laugh as he watched some of the powdery snowflakes attach to your hair, finally leaning in to the prompting to brush through the silky strands. “don’t want your hair getting too wet,” he chuckled sweetly. 
“of course not,” you giggled quietly in return and stepped closer, allowing him to brush his fingers through your locks in an attempt to rid the small crystals. his gentle movements continued until your hair was pushed behind your shoulder, exposing a part of your collarbone to the cold. “joshua, i-”  
“y/n!” your brother swung the doors open, prompting the two of you to take a step backwards and unlace your hands. jeonghan’s gaze shifted between both of you, the guilty parties, as he folded his arms across his chest. but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes that reassured you he wouldn’t tell your secret. 
“what is it?” you groaned, annoyed that a wonderful moment was interrupted by your brother, of all people.
“mother and father are wondering where you’ve been, of course,” he chuckled, raising an eyebrow in your direction. “they sent me to look for you. i suggest you get a move on before they start looking, themselves.”
you made no attempt to disguise your annoyance, rolling your eyes before brushing through your hair once more for good measure. “i suppose you’re right.” 
before too long, jeonghan had made his way back inside the ballroom, slamming the door shut behind him in a quick attempt to reunite with his dancing partner. you stole one more glance at the burgundy-haired man standing at the ledge after crossing to the french doors, smiling gently to him, “thank you again.”   
“i’ll be seeing you again soon.” he watched carefully as you stepped back into the ballroom, focusing on your figure until the lace in the window clouded his vision. a confused sigh escaped his parted lips, and just as he looked up at the sky, the snowflakes stopped falling. for unbeknownst to you, there was more to this young steward than met the eye.
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megalomaniacz · 10 months ago
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ENTANGLED IN YOU— WHEN WILL MY LIFE BEGIN?
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ellie williams x reader
a/n: this actually isn’t the best but i’ll post it now and edit it later :D let me know what you think
tags: @astralnymphh
masterlist
once upon a time there was a beautiful princess who lived a castle…
okay maybe it was an abandoned apartment complex, and maybe she wasn’t a princess, but that isn’t the point of our story. our story focuses on how fate is inescapable.
“flower! let me up.” the doctor calls. you look outside of your broken bedroom window and quickly rush to the main room where there is a lever. you then, twist it with all your might. this triggers a series of reactions going downward which opens a space in the wall for the doctor to walk up.
this was a daily routine. doctor would go out and forage for supplies and food while you tidied up your “tower” as you called it. it wasn’t much but it was home and helped protect you from the outside world.
many years ago an outbreak occurred causing a sickness in the people of the world. doctor says it was terrifying to see. disfigured faces as a parasitic virus took over their minds.
but you were special.
you were born a few years later in a hospital doctor had been working in at the time. your mother had been seeing doctor for months and she was finally ready to deliver you. then suddenly, there was a break in. the infected monsters stormed through and bit your mother as you were being born. in a panic, doctor wrapped you up, ran as fast as she could until she found this abandoned building, and promised to always keep you safe.
she waited to see if the affects of the bite were passed onto you, and gratefully reveled in the fact that they did not. she still continued to watch you carefully. just in case. then, one day while cleaning up, she turned her head for a moment and you’d been scratched by an infected that had found its way inside the building.
you wailed and so did she before she realized that you were not turning. days began to pass and you still hadn’t turned. you were completely fine other than a small scratch on the back of your neck.
doctor rapidly got to work. after running various tests she used your blood to create a cure. it’s temporary against the infection, but it helps keep it from doing extensive damage. it gave those who were previously hopeless a reason to be hopeful.
she was excited about the results and prepared to share them with the world.
once she’d gotten in touch with the others in her field, they said in order to make a viable cure for everyone you would have to die, which she did not agree with.
so she rushed back to the tower, closed the doors, and swore to never let you leave out of fear that others would hurt you. even after you’d grown older. even after a cure had been fashioned years later from a mystery flower. even after the apocalypse had been declared over and it was semi safe to leave again. you would never leave. and she was confident that you’d never try to, until…
“are you excited for you birthday tomorrow, flower?” doctor asks as she walks into the lounge area. you were sat in the corner knitting a scarf out of yarn you’d fashioned from leaves. “i am actually. i’m more excited about the possibility of-“
“leaving to see the festival?” she finishes your sentence. you huff. “doctor, please. i look outside of my window and i see people laughing and lights shining just down the mountain. i know that a settlement is out there. have you still not checked it out?”
“no i haven’t checked it out and i’m not going to. i told you it’s probably fires started to control a large population of infected.” her tone is stern. she has checked already, it is a settlement.
you slump down in a chair next to her, hands clasped together. bottom lip sticking out. “please. please! atleast promise you’ll check on your next trip.”
she looks over at your face and smiles. “fine. we’re running out of supplies anyway. i’ll check on my trip tommorow, would that make you happy?”
“very.” you respond, smiling.
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a loud clanking is heard from underneath the tower followed by a string of curses. “doctor?” you call out. your heart begins to race. what if she’s hurt again and she needs help? or more of the cure? you quickly turn the knob and listen as her footsteps get closer.
then you hear her speak and it is definitely not doctor. you hide behind the entrance, a frying pan in hand as it was the closest thing to you. you watch as the woman steps up and looks around. breathing heavily with dirt all over her. before she can turn around, you knock her hard on her head.
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nastybuckybarnes · 4 months ago
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Kingdom Fall  -  Two
Pairing: Farmboy!Bucky X Princess!Reader
Summary: When an invading Kingdom forces you to flee your home, you find yourself stranded in an enemy kingdom on a farm, and the farmboy is nothing like you thought he would be.
Warnings: Violence, Angst, Fluff, Kissing, illusions to smut, nightmares, death,
Word Count: 3.6K
A/n: busting this one out cause I feel like it. I have like 7 parts of this written so I feel like I might as well post it. I’m gonna re-do my master list soon too - but that sounds like a weekend adventure. ANYWHO, hope you enjoy <3
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Adapting to living with a stranger is hard.
Of course, given your upbringing, you’re used to being constantly surrounded by people. What you’re not so used to, is sharing such close living quarters with a man.
You had anticipated he’d be gross and inconsiderate, but he’s quite clean and very kind, always offering you the last bit of food and giving you plenty of space. He’s even gifted you the bedroom, insisting that he wakes up far too early and goes to sleep far too late to require a bed.
He spends most of his days out in the fields, tending to the animals and the crops. On more than one occasion you have found yourself watching him work.
You find yourself entrance by his meticulous movements, the way his muscles ripple beneath the hot sun when he removes his tunic when he thinks you’re not looking. But what has you most interested in him, is his never ending kindness.
As you spend the days regaining your strength and trying to formulate a plan, you can’t help but notice just how kind this man is. From making you meals, to letting you have the first bath, to giving you all the clothes he can find.
His kindness knows no bounds.
It’s a particularly hot day, and he’s been outside in the fields for the majority of it. But now, as the sun begins to set and the wind becomes cooler, he’s left the house for the night.
With a glass of chilled water in hand, you venture outside to find him and gift it to him in thanks for his neverending patience and kindness.
“James?” You call, looking our across the fields then towards the barn further on the property.
You make your way toward the barn, brows furrowed when you hear soft speaking from within.
Immediately you think the worst, one hand grabbing a dagger from its sheath around your waist.
You push the door open, dagger hidden behind your back, but drop your guard when you take in the scene before you.
James is lying down on a makeshift bed of hay, a thin blanket tossed over his legs and a baby goat at his side.
His eyes are wide, lips parted as if he were mid-sentence.
You open and close your mouth a few times, trying to make sense of what you’re seeing.
“Are you all right?” He asks, finally breaking the silence.
“Have you been sleeping here this whole time?”
He nods, not seeming to give it a second thought.
“I have only one bed,” he says simply.
“To which you are entitled to,” you counter immediately.
He only shakes his head, but you copy the action soon after.
“No, this is your home. I am nothing more than an intruder and a bed thief, apparently. I will not allow you to sleep out here another night. You will spend time in your bed as you are the rightful owner!”
He shakes his head, a sad look in his eyes.
“But you’ve lost so much already.”
Your own face softens and you take a step toward him, “so give me this one thing.”
He watches you for a very long moment before huffing out a sigh and pushing himself into a seated position.
He turns to the baby goat at his side and gently pets its head.
“You be good, understand? I will be back in the morning.”
The goat nudges his little head against the brunets hand and bleats softly when the man rises to his feet.
He dusts off his trousers, looking a tad embarrassed, then offers you the gentlest, sweetest smile you’ve ever seen.
“Lead the way,” he murmurs, eyes soft when you smile back at him.
You lead the way back toward his home, pausing to wait for him when he locks up the barn.
When you’re back inside, you finally hand him the glass of water.
His fingers linger on yours for a moment longer than necessary, his eyes piercing through yours and in the moment you feel as if he can see your soul.
“I’ll draw you a bath,” you whisper, desperate to break free from the intensity of his gaze.
He shakes his head but you quirk your brows at him, daring him to refuse.
He watches as you leave to fetch some water, beyond amazed.
After so many years alone, all by himself on the farm, he finally has company.
It terrifies him how much he loves it.
And that company being you makes it all the better.
He hasn't known you long, but in the little time he has he’s come to realize that you’re nothing like any other woman he’s ever met.
You’re strong and firm in your word, yet you have so much capacity for kindness that it amazes him.
He’s reminded of one of the first conversations he had with you, when you mentioned that you had no husband, and for a moment he lets himself dream that he was lucky enough to be that.
He imagines what it would be like to be yours, to be able to call you his.
All his wildest dreams and greatest desires all rolled into one.
He shakes his head, shakes the fantasy from his mind as you re-emerge, a soft smile on your face.
“The water is ready,” you whisper gently, stepping aside to allow him space to pass through.
He steps by you, his firm chest brushing against you for only a moment before he steps into the bathroom.
He pulls the door closed, but the old wood doesn’t shut completely, leaving a crack large enough for you to see through.
You can’t help but watch as he begins to undress, his torso wrapped in thick, tanned muscle from working the fields all day under the hot sun.
For a moment you find yourself wondering what it would feel like to touch his skin, to have your fingers graze the firm muscle on his chest. You quickly shake those thoughts from your head and turn away as he drops his trousers.
You head to the kitchen to make yourself some tea while he bathes, and your mind wanders as you do so.
Your life has changed so drastically in such a short period of time, and you’re not sure how you feel about it.
In a little more than a moon cycle, you’ve lost your family, your home, and your way of life. But you've gained an ally, a friend or perhaps more.
You know not what has become of your home, your family, or Steve, and your heart hurts at the mere thought of them. But beyond the pain is something warm that you’re slightly ashamed of when you think of James.
He’s shown you nothing but kindness and compassion in the brief amount of time that you’ve known him.
You can’t help but wonder if he’ll help you reclaim what’s yours.
To do that, though, you'll need to know what you’re going up against.
In the time that you’ve been here with James, you’ve learned of your exact location and the amount of time it will take to make it back to your kingdom.
You don’t think the man realizes just how close he lives to the border of Aresia, your home. And if he does, he’s somehow blissfully unaware of the war being waged currently.
It would take no more than a day to ride to the forest behind the Aresian Palace, and from there you would be able to navigate your way through the city to find survivors.
Though you could very well do it yourself, having help would make the journey far more bearable and ensure your success.
You’ll need supplies, provisions, and weapons for any surviors you find.
You’ll need to create an army and lead them into battle if you want even a chance at reclaiming your Kingdom.
James’ voice pulls you from your thoughts.
You look up at him as he steps out of the bathroom, his hair wet and his face gentle.
“If I am to sleep on the bed, where will you sleep?” He inquires softly, perplexed at the idea of you sleeping anywhere but a bed.
You only shrug, “I will find somewhere, just as you did.”
He shakes his head and before he has a chance to think about his words, he’s speaking.
“We could... share the bed. Now, I am not saying this to be lewd or forward, mind you. I only suggest so as to save you the trouble of finding another bed or sleeping on the floor. I can promise that my hands will not stray and my eyes will not wander, though if they did I have no doubt you would put them back where they belong. I simply cannot allow you to sleep anywhere but a bed and I insist that-”
You raise a hand to silence him, a soft smile on your lips.
“Thank you, James. For your generosity. I would love to share the bed with you.”
A relieved smile lights up his face like the aurora borealis, and you can’t help but smile back at him.
“Thank you,” he whispers, as if you’re giving him something by taking up half of his space.
Though you’re grateful to have a bed to lie in, you’re a little worried as well.
Nightmares have plagued you since your first night here, and they haven’t exactly been the gentlest. You often wake yourself up thrashing or even crying at times, calling out for those who cannot answer you.
You only hope that you'll sleep more peacefully with him beside you.
~*~
“Princess!”
You look around, searching for the source of the voice.
“Steve?”
“Princess! Where are you?”
You gather the base of your dress and sprint toward his voice, heart racing in your chest at the thought of finally seeing him again.
It’s been so long.
He breaks through the trees bordering the farm, sweat and blood on his brow, but his blue eyes light up when they see you.
“Princess,” he whispers, dropping his sword and running toward you.
You slam into his arms, winding your own arms around his frame and hugging him close to your body.
“I thought I lost you,” you whisper, eyes squeezed shut tightly.
He presses you against himself and kisses the top of your head.
“You won’t find yourself rid of me that easily, your highness,” he whispers, chuckling when you slap his back.
He slowly pulls away to look at you, both hands cupping your cheeks while a gentle smile spreads across his lips.
You smile back up at him, the expression fading when you notice a drop of blood falling down the side of his head.
“You’re hurt,” you murmur, bringing your hand up to inspect the wound on his head.
When you do, you find his hair is soaked with blood, the red staining his blond locks.
“Steve?!” You look at him with wide eyes, taking a step out of his arms as his eyes slowly become more and more red.
“I’m not hurt, Princess.”
You shake your head, “all the blood...”
He gives you a weak smile and steps away, a sword protruding through his chest.
“I’m dead, Princess.”
You jolt awake, tears prickling at your eyes at the intensity of your nightmare.
It’s been near a week since you and James have begun sharing the bed, and tonight is the first time you’ve woken yourself with your nightmare.
“(Y/n)? Are you all right?” James asks softly, turning over on his side to look at you.
You take a few deep breaths and nod, trying to maintain your composure.
“What happened?”
Those two words are all it takes for the floodgates to open and tears to leak from your eyes.
“It... it was so vivd. So... real,” you whisper, staying on your back and staring up at the ceiling.
“It was only a dream, you’re okay. I’m here.”
You nod, sniffling and trying to calm down.
“Do you... do you want to talk about it?” He asks softly, scooting slightly closer to you.
You can feel the heat radiating off of his body and you roll onto your side to face him, snuggling closer to him.
“I think I've lost everyone,” you confess softly, not going any further into detail.
He's surprised at both your proximity and your confession, but slowly wraps an arm around you to hold you close to his body, hoping to comfort you in a way his words cannot.
“I’m here. You haven’t lost everyone,” he murmurs, his chin resting atop your head.
You hum your agreement and relax into his arms the tiniest bit more, fingers toying with a string on his nightshirt as his hand rubs up and down your back, soothing you back to sleep.
When you awake again later on in the morning, James is gone.
You push yourself into a seated position with a soft huff, mind still reeling from the intensity of your nightmare and from the way James was able to comfort you.
Meanwhile, the man himself is locking the animals in the barn and putting everything away.
A storm is rolling in, and by the looks of it, it’s going to be an intense one.
He manages to finished everything and make it back inside just as the first drops are falling from the sky.
“(Y/n)?” He calls, surprised that you’re not in the kitchen pouring over a book or a map the way you normally are.
The sound of water splashing softly clues him in to where you are, and he follows the sound to the source, freezing in his tracks when he catches a glimpse of you through the crack in the door.
He makes a mental note to fix the door, but those thoughts get shoved aside as you rise from the water, naked body on display for his gaze.
He watches as if stuck under a spell as the water droplets race down the curves of your body, tracing a path that he would love to feel or even kiss.
He turns away quickly when you reach for a towel, cursing himself for not giving you more privacy.
He walks into the kitchen and sits down with his head in his hands, the image of your body ingrained behind his lids.
Granted, it has been a while since he’s had the pleasure of a woman’s body before him, but he knows without a shred of doubt that you are the most beautiful creature he’s ever laid his eyes on. Even if it was only for a fraction of a moment.
“James?” Your soft voice calls as you exit the bathroom, confused as to why he’s inside.
He looks up and swallows hard, trying to keep his thoughts pure.
“A storm is coming. I’ve locked the animals up until it passes, and I won’t be able to work the fields until the rain cease and the ground settles.”
You nod, eyes fluttering to the kitchen window. The clouds are dark and angry, and rain pours down from the sky.
“It will likely become cold. I was going to start a fire, if you’d like,” he suggests, rising to his feet and making his way toward the fireplace near the bed.
You nod your agreement.
“I’ll make us some tea, as well.”
When the fire is blazing and the tea is ready, you and James sit at the end of the bed in front of the fire, a tension between the two of you that wasn’t there before.
You’re not sure if it’s because of your nightmare, or the new sleeping arrangements, or if it has anything to do with the eyes you felt while you were getting out of the bathtub earlier.
Whatever is causing the tension has the room electrified.
“I still have not the slightest clue where you are from,” James whispers after a moment of tense silence.
You sigh softly and take a sip of your tea, unsure of how much you should divulge to him.
“I’m from a neighbouring kingdom not far from here. Perhaps a days ride away, maybe more. I... I was forced to flee in order to save my life.”
He looks down, saddened at the fact that you had to go through something so terrible.
“You’ve been through much pain, haven’t you?” He asks softly.
You only shrug, eyes on the flame in front of you.
“From a young age I have been taught that pain is the only way. The only way forward... the only way through. Where I come from, we learn through pain, through pain we grow. Besides death, pain is the only thing we are promised in this life.”
Bucky chuckles softly and shakes his head, “we also grown and learn through love.”
Now it’s your turn to shake your head, your heart hurting as you think about Steve.
“Love is a weakness, nothing more.”
“I beg to differ.”
You turn your gaze to him, eyeing him closely as he sips on his tea, his own eyes trained forward.
“Oh? You are informed on the subject, then?” You inquire quietly, genuinely wanting his take on it.
He shrugs, slowly turning to look at you.
His eyes move from your eyes down to your lips, then back up again slowly.
“I have my theories... my thoughts on the matter.”
You hum, leaning closer with the hopes of hearing more.
“What sort of theories?”
He wets his lips, eyes darkened the tiniest bit.
“I think that... love is something as terrifying as it is beautiful. I think love can be stronger than anything else. Love can heal and love can hurt. It is the best and worst part of humanity. When you love someone, you would go anywhere for them, do anything for them. You would fight the Gods and you would live through Hell if only to make them happy. To love someone is to sacrifice everything you have... everything you are... and when they love you back...” he trails off, the back of his hand brushing against your knee lightly.
“When someone offers you the same level of love... well... then you are indestructible. Together you could take over the world. Overthrow empires and win wars. Because you fuel and power each other. You strengthen each other, and no amount of steel or silver could ever compare.”
You look at him, absolutely intrigued by his take on things.
From a young age you were taught that love was poison. Love would stand in the way between you and success, so love had to be stopped before it could start.
But the way James describes it. Something about it is so beautiful and so terrifying all at the same time.
“Have you... have you ever felt this love?” You ask softly, setting your teacup on the ground and turning your body to face him entirely.
He lets out a soft chuckle and shakes his head, eyes slowly raising to yours.
“If you would’ve asked me two moons ago, I would’ve said no. Now, though... now I’m not so sure.”
You swallow hard and lean closer to him, breaths becoming heavier as the atmosphere changes.
“What has changed to cause this?” You question, though you think you know the answer.
He lets out a breathy chuckle, one hand coming up to brush his thumb lightly against your cheek.
“I stumbled upon someone in the woods... at first I thought her a dream... something far too good to be true. Yet here she is, sitting before me.”
You let out a shaky breath, leaning your cheek into his hand and allowing him to guide your face closer to his.
You can feel his soft breath upon your lips, his own lips a breath away.
He waits, not wanting to push your boundaries, but when you utter a soft ‘please’ he’s leaning forward to connect your lips.
He isn't your first kiss, but he’s certainly the most passionate while simultaneously being the softest.
His lips are soft and slightly chapped, moving gently against your own, just testing the waters.
When you lean forward, one hand sliding through his hair, he becomes a bit more assertive.
The hand that isn’t on your face moves to your waist, holding you gently and pulling you closer all at the same time.
You melt into him, getting lost in the feeling of his hands on your body and his lips on yours.
He slowly pulls away, a small smile stretching across his face when you chase after the feeling of his lips.
“Is this okay?” He asks softly, his hand moving slowly lower. From your waist to your hip then down your thigh.
“Better than okay,” you whisper breathlessly, leaning your forehead against his.
He sighs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips once more then pulling back to look at you.
“I do not wish to have you only physically,” he confesses quietly, his eyes so full of vulnerability.
You bring your hands to his chest, thumbs smoothing over the bit of exposed skin where his top button has come undone.
“In what way do you want me?”
He chuckles gently, “in any way you’ll allow me.”
You smile and take his hand, brining it to your lips and kissing his fingertips.
“And so you shall have me.”
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areeeee-k · 1 year ago
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(♀️) Every princess needs a prince, but is it not the witch who sets the fairytale into motion (lol the princess au continues)
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boojangs · 1 year ago
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You, Me, Us: Chapter 16
To Dance With Wolves: Chapter 31
Two for Tripping (Into Love): Chapter 8
The Gothification of Enid Sinclair
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lusan princess au makes a comeback
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thedeviltohisangel · 7 months ago
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All The Things I Did (Princess Era): I Would Be Your Only Dream
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a/n: knight!john x princess!cass au is here my loves! i hope you all enjoy this little glimpse because i think there are so many beautiful possibilities for scenes in this universe. i will write more if you guys think you would want to read it! this is their first meeting in this universe and i hope you fall in love with this version of them just like you have in canon and in the modern au. let me know all your thoughts (dirty or otherwise) xoxo
John was barely paying attention as Gale was walking him through the center of the village, pointing out the stalls where he could find the best fruit or vegetables or trinkets to send back to his family if they were curious about his new life at the castle. 
“Princess Cassandra is not allowed in the village anymore after the last incident.” The mention of the Princess got his attention. 
“Incident?” 
“The head of the watch found her attempting to sneak into…” his voice dropped to a whisper, “a house of the night.”
“Most would call it a brothel, Gale. The Princess isn’t allowed to explore herself?” He was positive that the exploits of her older brothers, on and off the field of battle, were legendary across the realms. 
“Not when her betrothed is coming to retrieve her at the end of the next moon cycle.” John rolled his eyes. He had learned quite a few valuable and useful things about himself during his encounters at a brothel or two. Who was a knight of the realm to begrudge the Princess the same opportunity? Especially if she had a loveless marriage ahead of her. 
“Good thing protecting the Princess is your calling and not mine. I’m merely here to win some coin in the tourney and be on my way.” 
“You’ve been a nomad for too long, my friend. Why not try resting your head here for a little while?”
“Staying still invites trouble. I’m not in the business of trouble anymore.” When he and Gale had first met, offering their swords for the glory of the King many years ago, they had both been bloodthirsty young men. Gale had outgrown that desire, met a nice girl on his travels and fallen in love and married her. John had taken his sword on the road, offering it in service of whoever paid the most and for whatever purpose they deemed fit. He was known for being the best and that was exactly why Gale had written him and asked for him to participate in the upcoming tournament. The prize was substantial, the possibility of land and titles, and he knew his friend could only benefit from the stability something like that could offer. 
“Trouble still always has a way of finding you, my friend. Whether you are looking for it or not.” As if to illustrate his exact point, the sound of a child crying reached their ears. Both men stepped towards the child at the ready to offer their services when a green cloak appeared out of nowhere and crouched down to the height of the child.
“Hello there, little one. There is no need for tears.” John watched as her delicate hands reached to touch the child’s face, his tears dissipating at the caress of her fingertips. 
“I’m going to grab a watchmen. I’ll be right back,” Gale offered with a clap to John’s shoulder. He jogged off in a separate direction and John took a few steps closer to the woman and child.
“Would you like me to help you locate your mother?” she asked, presenting the young boy with her hand. He nodded and placed his smaller hand within hers. 
“A lady such as yourself certainly should not be wandering the village without a sword to accompany her.” The woman turned to face him quickly, the hood of her cloak falling from her head to reveal a scarf covering all but a few tendrils of her hair. All his confidence dissipated as her eyes rested on his. There was a tightness to his chest he would never be able to explain and his heart was racing at a sheer glimpse of her beauty. 
“And who are you?” she asked in her own breathless voice. She couldn’t look away from the blue of his eyes. As if the spring sky itself was nestled in the orbs. 
“A man offering you his sword as you seek to reunite this child with its mother.” Cass assumed he must be new here. Otherwise, he would have dragged her off to face the wrath of her father or, worse yet, her mother for breaking the rules and sneaking beyond the castle walls again. This man, this indescribably handsome man, was offering anonymity for a little bit of time. And with that came freedom. 
“Very well. We will start at the bottom of the hill where his cottage is.” She held the hand of the little boy and was off in the direction he was pointing, John following after them dutifully. He watched with a smile as she conversed with the young creature and nodded along with all of his musing and remarked with appropriate ease as he recounted the tale of losing his mother. They reached the bottom of the hill and turned towards the row of stone houses and thatched roofs.
“Does he belong to the crying woman?” John pointed in her direction, the little one dragging the cloaked beauty in her direction. She threw him a smile over her shoulder and he smiled back despite his best intentions.
“Oh, my child!” The woman welcomed the boy into her arms as he called to her with glee. “How can I ever repay you?” Cass shook her head.
“The unbridled joy in reuniting you both is enough to fulfill me. Nothing further is necessary.” The mother looked to john.
“I only accompanied to ensure they reached you in one piece, ma’am.” Up close, the cloak of the enchanting young woman was made of velvet. If he was going to shae anything loose from anyone, it was going to be her.
“You must at least take some food for your troubles.” The woman disappeared for a few moments before appearing with two braided pastries and handing them one each. 
“Thank you, ma’am. Now I best be going. Keep an eye on that one,” he  nodded towards the little boy, “seems to enjoy finding trouble.” He meant it from one troublemaker to the other. Speaking of which, John thinks he recognized a bit of a kindred spirit in the beautiful girl as well. 
“I appreciate your offer but now your services are not needed, Sir…”
“No title. Just John. Humbled to serve at your pleasure, my lady.” She offered her hand when he reached for, his lips softer than her goose feather pillows in the castle. He rose and she offered him her pastry.
“I don’t eat anything given to me by a stranger. Just a precaution.” Her sister had been poisoned while walking the market of her husband’s kingdom just last year. Ever since then, she had been under strict orders to only eat things tested by the King’s Guard but even without the order, her own paranoia would have created that rule herself. 
“You must have not gone hungry during the famine of our childhood.” Velvet cloak and no food insecurity paired with her clear attempt to hide her hair and inability to hide a face that he had swears looked carved from marble. Who was this woman?
“I did not. I was very lucky.” Nothing about her life in the castle had changed even as famine rang throughout the realm. Her father has always ensured she and her siblings wanted for nothing no matter the circumstances and no matter the price. 
“My lady, I insist you let me accompany you home. At this hour, you should not be alone in the town center.” The sun was setting it’s last few rays and the local people were boarding up for the night. Only those with unsavory thoughts would remain.
“Oh, but that is exactly when this place comes to life. When one can truly explore and learn and expand the capacity of their mind.” She spun with glee as they began the trek back up the hill. “Is this your first visit to our land?”
“Nay. I have stopped here briefly before but my friend is a member of the King’s Guard. Asked if I would participate in the tourney and I accepted.” She hummed her acknowledgement and thought through all the Knight’s and who might have a friend as handsome as this.
“Is your friend Sir Gale?” 
“It is.”
“In my mind you two would make such a pair,” she teased as she gathered her skirts in her hands and began to increase her pace. “I hear the princess will be in attendance tomorrow. Plans to give her favor to a deserving knight.” Something about the way she said it piqued his interest. He couldn’t put his finger on it but knew there was something akin to a riddle in her tone.
“Is the princess not often in attendance?” He was walking slower to keep pace with her, the setting sun casting her face in an ethereally golden glow.
“Not since her betrothal was announced, no.” She grew sullen at the topic and he wished to put her smile back on her face. 
“The princess’ beauty is legendary throughout the realms. I am anxious to see if she could even hold a candle to you, my lady.” Cass blushed and smiled just as he had intended.
“You’re quite charming, John.”
“Not charming enough to have earned your name it seems.” She opened her mouth, poised to offer it to him and accept whatever consequences came with it, when she recognized Sir Gale walking the cobblestones towards them with a squadron of watchmen right behind him. “You’re a little late, Gale. We’ve already managed to save the day without you.” John smiled but it slowly fell from his face as his friend and the other knights stopped in front of them, dropping into bows. 
“Your Highness,” Gale spoke, “we must escort you home.” Cass held her breath as she felt John’s eyes burn holes into the side of her face. It had only been a couple hours of knowing him. Had only been in his presence for a short amount of time but she knew she wanted more of it. Knew that wandering the village with him had been more freeing and more inviting and felt more like she could do it forever than anything else ever had. 
“That’s why you wouldn’t tell me your name,” he whispered. There were tears behind her eyes as their gazes locked. A fleeting moment of something raw and pure flitted between them. Something that if nurtured, could light the entire world on fire.
“Please, John, do not hold this against me.” 
“Your Highness,” Gale urged. 
“I hope you enjoy the spectacle of the tournament, Princess.” John bowed his head to her respectfully before he was off in the opposite direction of the imposing castle in the distance. Desperate to be away from her and the intoxicating way she seemed to take up all the air. 
Cass pulled her cloak around her body tightly and began to trudge in the direction of her home. Alone and cold and a sense of emptiness swirling within her. A gilded cage awaited her. Meant to keep her inside, beautiful and stoic and pristine. Meant to keep anyone out who wasn’t deemed the same status of her or her family. She knew in her heart that someone like John was meant to be kept out. She knew in her heart she was meant to be kept in. she knew in her heart that one afternoon with him was not going to be enough. 
Cass knew some walls were meant to be crumbled. Some traditions meant to have fire set to them. And she had plenty of fire in her soul to go around.
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i need royal blood part 2 pleasssseee UAGUHDUAHD
Royal Blood — 🜲
i personally love this AU and i hope you guys do too.. for some ODD reason i havent gotten many asks about it but here u guys go summary: sevika helps u get ready for your ball, and a little jealousy
masterlist , part 1
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It had been around a week since the night Sevika basically cradled you to sleep. Unfortunately, you didn't see her around much, feeling a bit lonelier without her presence to keep you company.
It's possible she felt guilty for having her hands all over the princess, thinking it's not her place. But in reality, she was just trying her best to resist you. She kept herself busy with mundane and useless tasks, but still hovering close enough to keep an eye on you.
And your plans for her didn't make it much easier for her to hold back.
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During the week that your parents were absent on a trip, they had reluctantly allowed you to host a ball. Seeing as this was the perfect way to prove to your parents that you were capable of being responsible you had to insure everything went as planned.
You had your butler customize invitations and send them to a select few noble families. Even though you would have much rather invited your average friends, ruckus had to be avoided, and your friends would most likely cause more trouble than they intend.
Now it was the morning of the big day, despite your mind being set on Sevika the whole morning you had managed to pull yourself out of bed, still in your nightgown, and go downstairs.
As always breakfast was waiting for you on the table, you internally thanked the chef as you dug into your meal, savoring the flavors. The large window in front of you showcased the front of your castle, Sevika stood outside, simply watching passerbyers as if suspecting each and every one.
You laughed to yourself at how seriously she took her job, wondering what was on her mind. You set your plate aside and strode to the double doors to take a breath of fresh air (talk to Sevika).
You emerged, and the cold stone of the stairs nipped at your bare feet. She shot you a questioning look before you spoke, “So.. the ball is today”
“I know, i'll be on guard duty.”
You scoffed at her seriousness, “Really? This is my big day, and you aren't even going to show up. You've been cold this week.”
She sighed and her shoulders seemed to slump a bit, “Apologies, is there anything you want?”
“Yes!” You groaned, “Just— can you at least help me get ready tonight?”
She cocked an eyebrow at your question, “Isn’t that what your personal maid is for?”
“Well– I need help picking something to wear, and my maid is supposed to be bias. She will like anything i do, and you’d tell me the truth right?”
Sevika nodded, giving in a bit.
“Great! I admire your honesty, truely. Join me in my quarters tonight at 6:00.”
Before she could protest you were stepping back inside all giddy. It seemed you would finally get some time to yourself with Sevika. I mean she couldn't deny an order, Right?
..
Right.
Sevika showed up to your door at exactly 6:00 PM, punctual as always. You greeted her with a smile, now changed into a different stay-at-home outfit. You had been lounging around your room for most of the day while waiting for Sevika to arrive.
The balcony door in your room was open, and there were books strewn about your bed. She shook her head at your carelessness and walked over to the balcony, pulling the door shut.
“You know anyone could come in through there right?” She stated sternly.
“To my balcony on the second floor?” You laughed, "Whatever you say, I guess you're the boss around here."
She let out a small laugh that could be mistaken for a scoff and turned to your quite large closet, motioning for you to open it. You pulled the doors open to reveal your plethora of dresses and other garments. Sevika sighed at the fullness as you started to push around the dresses, looking for a color you liked.
After some time, you held up two dresses, and Sevika cringed at them, “That one isn’t fit for a ball, and that one is just—” You groaned, interrupting her.
“You said you were looking for honest, not biased.”
Shaking your head you dove back into the clothes, hands emerging with a beautifully embroidered dress, and another that was similar in style with a low V neckline. Sevika looked contemplative for a moment before motioning to the changing divider, “Try them on for me.”
You crossed your arms, “Well, I cant put them on myself, I need help with the corset.”
You said this like it was common sense, but Sevika looked at you incredulously, not expecting you to ask for something like that from her. She grabbed the corset that was on the ground and the second dress from your hand, “Okay, lets get this over with.”
..
"Fuck, Sevika its too tight," you grunted, hands gripping onto the back of a wooden chair.
Sevika had a knee between your legs, roughly pulling at the strings of a white corset. You were just about to be pulled back by her strength if it wasn't for her leg holding you in place.
"Why the fuck would you put yourself through this," she mumbled through gritted teeth.
You yelped in response, and she finally opted to finish tugging and tied it diligently in the back. Breathing a sigh of relief, you slumped forward on the chair, pushing further into Sevikas leg.
Her hands found your waist before she teasingly asked, "Tight enough?"
You nodded, somewhat annoyed with her sarcastic tone, and grabbed the dress that was on the seat of the chair. Sevika backed up and looked away to try and give you even an ounce of privacy as you tugged it over your head.
The dress hugged your curves in the torso and fell around your legs perfectly, with not too much poof and just enough embroidery. It touched the floor and covered your feet, trailing elegantly with you.
Sevika almost gawked at the sight, most definitely eyeing the V neck of the dress. She was glad she picked it.
"You look ready for a ball," she smirked.
"Aww, that's all you have to say?" You giggled, twirling around.
The small twinkle in your eye made her swoon, and she laid a hand on your waist, "You look beautiful, princess."
You smiled at her action, feeling the gentleness from that night return. It's like you broke down her walls in a second, with nothing but a mere look. You all but pried her hand from your waist, flitting over to your vanity.
Grabbing a clip and a comb, you motioned for Sevika to follow you.
"You know I can't do hair, don't push your luck with me. The corset was as far as I'll go," she crossed her arms as if she were putting a foot down.
"No, silly, let me do yours. If you won't dress up for my ball, this is the least you can do," You giggled, pushing her down into your plush vanity stool.
It creaked under her weight, and she sighed but made no further protests. You could see her eyeing you in the mirror, having little faith in your ability. But you just smiled and got to work.
Taking her small bun out, you brushed the small knots and tangles out of her dark hair. It was soft and shiny between your fingers. You admired the deep smell of her shampoo mixed in with her natural scent.
Then, you pulled it up into the same half updo, but instead of tying it with a rubber, you inserted a silver clip in its place. The clip matched her metal arm perfectly, with just the slightest touch of regalness, to show it was yours.
You held a mirror to the back of her head, showing her your work so that she could view it from the mirror in front of her. "It's pretty right?"
Sevika squinted at it in the mirror, bringing a flesh hand up to touch it gently. "Yeah, too pretty for me."
You scoffed and pushed her head gently, "Nonsense, it's just right. As a matter of fact, keep it."
And this would be your first gift to her. The first among many.
She snorted, "I can't deny a gift from the princess"
Looking at the small clock on your vanity, it read: 7:12.
Fuck.
It started in less than 10 minutes. You hurriedly pulled Sevika out of your stool and checked your makeup and hair in the mirror. She smirked at your worriedness and silently held out an arm for you to take.
You turned around to her, eyeing her arm before gently wrapping your hands around it, looking at her to gauge a reaction. But she walked you to your doors, opening them for you with one hand.
You smiled, realizing her intentions, she was going to walk you out in front of all those people. I mean, it was appropriate, right? It's normal for your personal guard to walk you out, only a safety precaution.
..
Well atleast thats what you told yourself as Sevika walked you down the grand staircase right into the party. People gawked at the sight of their princess, admiring the sight of your beautiful dress, others were staring at something— or rather someone else.
Sevika contrasted your appearance greatly. She stood menacingly at your side, glaring at anyone that shot confused glances. Her rough scarred skin opposed the softness of your exposed flesh. Your delicately jeweled fingers were wrapped around her thick arm as she helped you maneuver down the carpeted stairs.
You let her arm go so that you could start greeting your guests. Your servents had put together a grand ball, tables of food and wine were placed intricately, decorated with jars of flowers and other miscellaneous things.
Women complemented your dress while you shook hands with their husbands, offering some wine or water. You were on your best behavior, making sure your guests would report back to your parents talking about how respectful and polite you were.
A tall woman with dark skin approached you, her white dress with gold accessories glimmered in your eyes. She was positively beautiful.
You introduced yourself, "Hello, im glad you could make it tonight. Your dress is striking."
She smiled kindly at your remark, "It's so nice to finally meet you, princess, let me introduce myself," She took your hand and brought it to her supple lips, "I am Mel Medarda."
Your cheeks flushed, "Well, it's a pleasure."
When you finished the pleasantries, you turned to see Sevika glaring at you and Mel from her position in front of the door, taking over for one of the guards. Excusing yourself from the conversation, you made your way to the other side of the room. After swerving through groups of people, avoiding small talk and sending small waves, you finally got to her.
She watched you the whole way over, but decided to look away the second you approached her. Tapping on her arm you cleared your throat, "Ahem, your princess would like a word with you."
She raised her eyebrow, turning her gaze back to you, "Its not appropriate for the princess to be speaking to a worker during an event."
You laughed off her coldness, "Why are you looking at me so intensely then," You started circling her like a predator to its prey, "You wanted my attention?"
She smirked at your playfulness but shook her head, "Just seeing you interact with others is.. odd."
"Jealous?" You teased, knowing she most likely only thought this because she always saw you cooped up at home.
But to your suprise, her stern demeanor fumbled a bit, brows furrowing and eyes widening.
"No. Get back to your duties, we've been speaking for too long, people are staring."
If she wouldn't admit it, you'd make her.
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i do plan on making a part 3 ! but im going to be working on some shorter fics + hcs so i have time to release the beauty and the beast fic :)
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nightfaeses · 15 days ago
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wippp <3
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xynczachrome · 1 year ago
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The princess au continued
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