#princess of dreamland au

[boom-fanfic-a-latta]

Found this and I'm wondering, WOULD the Jamba hearts be able to reach Paris like that?

On one hand I'm not sure if it makes sense logically but on the other hand that has potential to be humorous-

It's more a "this would be hilarious even if it doesn't actually happen" type of idea so don't think too hard about it

On a related note, I'm half convinced that literally everyone in Miraculous has been hit by a Jamba Heart this season

[tadcdreamlandau]

WELCOME, TO THE OFFICIAL TADC DREAMLAND AU-CENTERED BLOG! ! ! Sorry if it's way too long btw.

STATUS: [Updated Gangle picture & desc, Zooble now being a knight]

[AU still in development AND will update regularly]

"WHY, HELLO THERE DREAMER! "

"SEEMS TO ME THAT YOU'VE VENTURED OUT INTO THE MAGICAL WORLD OF DREAMLAND! "

SHIPS THAT (might) BE ADDITIONAL TO THE AU:

Showtime (Caine x Pomni) [heavily implied but it detaches from the AU]

Bunnydoll (Jax x Ragatha) [somewhat implied but by interactions, it's up to ya'll if you want it to be officially part of the AU or not]

Abstradegy (Gangle x Zooble) [similar situation as prior mentioned]

Chessboard (Kinger x Queenie) [married]

CHARACTER DESIGNS:

Pomni [Alias: "the dreamer"] (Designed God/Goddess/Host: Caine)

Caine [Alias: "Dreamscape's Host"]

Ragatha (coming soon) [Alias: "The Solar Servant"] (Designed God/Goddess/Host: Sun)

Jax (coming soon) [Alias: "Melancholy Valley's Mischief/Trouble maker"] (Designed God/Goddess/Host: Moon)

Kinger (coming soon) [Alias: "The Astronomer"] (Designed God/Goddess/Host: Formely Caine's, now Eclipse's)

Gangle (coming soon) [Alias: "Tarot, the chancellor, Advisor, Tragedy (sister/left mask) Comedy (brother/right mask), the conjoined twins"] (Designed God/Goddess/Host: Eclipse)

Zooble (coming soon) [Alias: "guard, knight, 'that thing' (only by Eclipse)"] (Designed God/Goddess/Host: Eclipse)

Sun [Alias: "Daydream's goddess/ ruler/ queen/ empress"]

Moon [Alias: "Melancholy Valley's goddess /queen/ empress"]

Eclipse [Alias: "the insane one, the gatekeeper, the madman, Deity of The Ephialtes"]

(NPCS SUCH AS GUMMYGOO AND PRINCESS LOOLILALU WILL ALSO MAKE AN APPREANCE, DEPENDING ON HOW THE STORY GOES)

☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆STORY (it's gonna be long, so brace yourselves. Or don't. You COULD skip the whole thing and pray everything will be explained in the comics/animations)⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡ :

[Take note that Dreamland's timeline is divided into three factors.]

BACKSTORY ERA (Before Pomni's arrival)

IN-BETWEEN PERIOD (before Pomni's arrival but with all the other members already set inside the world)

PRESENT TIME (Present day/after Pomni's arrival)

[☁︎_BACKSTORY ERA_☁︎]

Dreamland takes the place of an outside world beyond our 'astral bodies'. Where, due to an ancient temple made thousands of years ago, became its own physical plane and had, at first, two main gods. First is the goddess of light, day and daydreams, The Sun was in charge of both to rule the day with its giant light ball we all know and love, and to rule above and beyond the daydreams, whenever its people, who dream for a future, a purpose, or stay zoned out, everything related to detaching yourself from reality and make a second you in the DreamLand's plane (basically your conscience is torn into two- one half stays in the mortal realm and the other lives for the rest of their lives in Dreamland). Then was the Goddess of sombre, melancholy, night and, you guessed it! THE MOON! She does something very similar to what the Sun does, but instead of detaching from reality due to ambition, it's due to a mortal feeling sad, depressed and in need of comfort- in this case, the Moon helps the conscience be split and comforts the much sadder side in the 'other world', that way the one that stays on earth feels an unknown feeling of care while BEING cared for.

Though one day, the Sun and the Moon realized that their jobs were very overcrowded. Dreamland millions of years ago was WAY too tiny for them to have control over, and some were complaining about how 'off-putting the emptiness of the clouds and sky' were, so, they collaborated to expand Dreamland. Creating two new attached realms: The Daydream and its glorious Heaven City where all is perfection and happiness under the Sun's rule; and the Melancholy Valley, (which is also HEAVILY inspired by Undertale's waterfalls), which serves as a much more tranquil escape that is ruled by the Moon.

Of course, soon they realized that the original plane was getting too empty, so to still honour the ancient temple that brought everything together, they created Hypnos. Or later on, known as Caine. Now, Caine had a LOT of development through the years- at first, he started as a confused being who was being kind of babied by the Moon, only to then slowly become the Sun's disciple to learn how to manipulate clouds into any wish a Dreamer (human) desires! His main priority was that if any Dreamer were to appear on neither Sun's nor Moon's realms then he had to be in charge and to be nothing but entertainment to them. And so did he! Dreamers began to appear in the place known as the 'Dreamscape', where Caine would reside and do his absolute best to make them all smile. That is, until a new problem came to be for some reason, whenever a Dreamer wasn't satisfied with Caine's entertainment, they slowly began to grow conscience of their in-earth conscience.

Feeling dread and despair in realizing that this. All of this. That all of this wasn't real. Nor were they. Thus, they began to slip- and no matter what Caine tried to do, the dreams that they were meant to feel slowly turned into agony. From there they turned into Nightmares (Dreamland's abstractions). Of course, Caine, the Moon and the Sun don't know what to do. It slowly tormented all the dreamers in each realm and, with the threat of them turning into a Nightmare. They had no choice but to create a new realm. A realm that worked as a cellar, a prison, for all Nightmares to be imprisoned and confined. This is called 'The Ephialtes', where a new god took form. One much more powerful than the rest of them. Eclipse, the god/dess of madness, dementia, hallucinations, and hysteria.

[☁︎_IN-BETWEEN ERA_☁︎]

Even with all the security and protection that was promised with Eclipse's arrival and the Ephiltes, none of the gods felt any ease after the incident. To them, it was something that they were never prepared for. Not when the temple was first built, not even when they passed on to their own seperate realms, this was simply to them the impossible. So, just like the humans began to slip, so did the goddesses themselves and taking all the blame and hate on poor Caine. Sun, as the original tutor of Caine, felt like he had disappointed her expectations. She felt like it her responsibility for Caine's 'incompitence' and only blame it on him for being 'imprefect'. His 'imperfection' tinting on her reputation, and therefore Sun snapped and became a control freak. One who banished Caine out of Dreamland and implemented a cruel system on her city. All just to do two things; make sure her little heaven was "clean from impurity" and for everyone to be too distracted on becoming little perfect mannequins to question their exsistance. In a very strange and messed up way, it worked. As for moon, well, she deeply tried to reason herself into understanding Caine's situation as simply an accident, but yet she couldn't live with the feeling of dread of the possibility of it being on purpose, which obviously was not, but yet still it CRUSHED her.

So much so that she became an emotional, crying mess. Sob after sob, Melancholy Valley began to have terrible floods by the Moon's endless tears. Resorting in, instead of Moon being the one to comfort others, she was one who deeply needed comfort. It did, however, helped her little realm. Because everyone fell into the manipulation of either "comfort her or else we'll drown" or "we owe it to her, she had been the one who gave us tranquility so we have to do the same" that nobody thought of the impending doom, nor the feeling of dread of their de-attached bodies. Therefore, nobody got turned into Nightmares by how busy they all were trying to makeup to the goddesses's expectations. Everyone except Caine. He was devastated. Sun had banished him from Daydream and will continue re-enforcing security everytime he tried to reason with her or even come as close as APOLOGIZING, and Moon couldn't handle even LOOKING at his direction without letting out a hurricane! Every. single. time did a dreamer coem into his realm and tried to give his absolute all to entertain them, only to end up with them turning into Nightmarish monsters the very next 'day'. It made Caine desperate. Hopeful even. For perchance maybe, in some way, somehow, he could make a change. But he wasn't like the other gods. He couldn't make people feel incredible pity for him like Moon, neither could he be strict and strong as Sun. Hell if he could even come as close as Eclipse.

There was one time, however, where a dreamer came by and had a lot of pity on him. This beign Queenie who probably was the one of the only people who did have any care for him at the moment, which was an absolute RELIEF. He tried his very best to entertain her, make a show, enjoy the dreamer's company which it all lasted, and surprisingly enough, she did manage to stay up for a long time! She even fell inlove with another dreamer that came into Caine's realm, which... well, on his own fault, thought the man was about to turn into a Nightmare and threw him into Eclipse's realm without realizing Kinger was just... Kinger. But oh well, everythign was going very well for Caine and he even had a mother and son relationship with Queenie. Only to... well... turns out that Queenie was terribly ill. So much so that neither in her dream state could she run away from her body changing and eventually leaving her in her death bed. Her last wish being...? Well....

Clubble.

Mhm, might sound very shocking, but she dearly wished that Caine would've some forever company with him, even when there were no dreamers alone. So there you have it, clubble. You didn't expect that, would you? Of course, that STILL didn't save Caine from his terrible loneliness. Even less from griefing on Queenie's death. He became anxious, desperate even, to make up for his mistakes. So very much so that the colours of the world around him CONSTANTLY changed. When it was grey and lifeless, it was his heart aching for the want of company, to want and need of hearing a dreamer's laugh, and even when he's feeling despair and sadness, he starts to wish to see someone bright up his world. When there's colour, you can tell by the static filter that it's him wanting to go back in time, to when there was still a blue sky, when there was still laughter and joy, when the goddesses still considered him family. Those times, where there were moments of colour, were when Caine could do the impossible for a god. To dream.

[☁︎_PRESENT TIME_☁︎]

(Coming soon...)

[anton-luvr]

Could u do a fic where the reader and Anton are best friends and have a sleepover. By the time they go to sleep it starts to storm and she’s scared of thunder so she asks Anton to sleep with her in bed instead of him sleeping on the couch. So like Anton holding reader and kind of cuddling to calm her down. Reader realizing she likes Anton more than just as a best friend so she kisses and him and he gets all shy but likes it because he likes her too and just kekdowodos really fluffy and cute 🥹💕 Thank you in advance I love your work!!☺️🫶🏻

# MY FAVORITE LOSER.

𖦹 bf!anton x fem!reader | fluff | best friends to lovers au 𖦹 note ; mwah tysm anon i love you,, also this is ADORABLE... thank u for requesting i hope u like it!! + reqs are closed !

Fun fact: you were terrible at Mario Kart.

Nintendo music accompanied by Anton's laughter echoes across your apartment as he wins the game again, grinning proudly.

"I told you, Princess Peach always wins." he boasts, waving the controller happily.

You scoff, folding his arms. "Hey, Yoshi can win too! Just you wait, I'll win you in the next round." you reason.

But just like the past five games, you don't.

"Just admit I'm better, hm?" Anton suggests, smiling.

You roll your eyes jokingly at how proud your best friend is, gently shoving him.

"Okay, let's not play anymore." you say, exiting the game and setting the controller aside. "How's life?"

Anton's eyes light up at the question, and he quickly sets the controller aside too.

He loved talking to you.

Whether it was a deep conversation about personal struggles or a stupid discussion about the validity of soap (don't ask), Anton knew you would always listen.

Your conversation goes on to the late hours of midnight, with Anton telling you about his upcoming vacation to Korea and you telling him about the random fight you witnessed at your lecture the other day.

By the time he's done talking about the cute cafe he passed by yesterday, it was already past two in the morning.

"And they have really cute cups too! We should go there someday." he says, stifling a yawn.

You nod, eyes drooping shut. "I think we should sleep." you mumble, stretching with a groan. "I only slept for four hours yesterday."

Anton gasps at this, dramatically shaking you by the shoulders. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? You should go to sleep, right now." he scolds.

Chuckling, you get up from the sofa with both of your hands up in the air. "Okay, fine! I'll go to sleep now."

Anton hums at this, pushing you towards your room. "We can talk more tomorrow," he says. "You look like a zombie right now."

He runs away too fast for you to hit him for the insult, giggling as he retreats to the living room. "Goodnight!" he calls out, waving cheekily at you.

"Goodnight!" you call back as you close your bedroom door.

Flopping onto your bed, you let out a happy sigh.

It was nights like these with Anton that made life feel worth living. You're still smiling contentedly to yourself as you get comfortable under the covers, drifting off to dreamland.

Until the roaring sound of thunder snaps you right out of it.

Each flash of light shining through your room made you flinch, the angry raindrops pelting against your windows making panic rise in your chest.

Scrambling out of bed, you run into the living room, almost tripping over your own feet in the process.

"Anton." you whisper nervously, tugging at his hand. "Anton, wake up."

The sleepy boy wakes up in a jolt, frowning in confusion. "H-Huh?" he mumbles, sitting up slowly. "What's wrong?"

"Can you sleep with me? I'm scared." you rambled, gasping in short and nervous breaths.

Even though Anton was half-awake, he immediately agrees.

He stumbles his way into your room and gets under your covers, making sure to pull it over you too.

"Are you okay?" he asks softly, voice groggy.

His heart breaks when you shake your head no, eyes filling up with tears.

"Don't cry, it's okay." he says, hugging you. "Just... think of it as the sky farting. That's what I used to tell my brother."

Even though you were almost scared out of your wits, you couldn't help but let out a little snort of laughter.

"Wow, that helps a lot." you deadpan, snuggling closer into his arms.

"I know right?" he giggles, rubbing your back gently.

But it actually does.

The fury of Mother Nature didn't seem so scary anymore at Anton's joke and in the security of his warm embrace.

You realize a lot of things aren't that scary anymore whenever you're with Anton.

Despite the both of you being rather shy and reserved people, he somehow always brought out the best in you.

Just his presence alone gave you confidence and security, knowing that there was always someone there who loved and supported you unconditionally.

From him cheering you on for your nerve-wracking first day of college to him helping you tell the waitress she got your order wrong at the local diner, he had always been there for you.

And even with him being half-awake, he still looked gorgeous.

His eyes sparkled with a love for the world brighter than the stars, the soft smile he flashed you warming your heart up in a way no one else could.

"Thank you." you whisper, looking up at the curly haired boy. Without another word, you kiss him on the cheek.

Anton feels like the world stops when you do so.

All the blood in his body rushes up to his head, the tips of his ears turning as red as apples while he blinks rapidly.

"W-What was that for?" he stutters, avoiding your eye contact.

"For this," you say. "For everything, actually. I think I like you." you admit.

Anton thinks he just might pass out.

Millions of thoughts run through his mind, but he says what he's been wanting to say for a long time.

"Well, what if I told you I liked you too?" he mumbles, finally meeting your eyes.

"You're joking." you mutter, even though you were praying that he wasn't.

"No, I'm not." Anton starts, turning so he could face you better.

"There's no one else I like to spend time with as much as I do with you." he confesses, gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ears.

"You're the only one that makes me feel this way, no matter what you do. Even if it's just you losing in Mario Kart for two hours straight."

You open your mouth to argue, but Anton puts a quick end to it when he kisses you, this time on your lips.

"You're my favorite loser." he whispers. "Can you be my loser forever?"

Nodding, you can't help but smile at how corny your best friend - no, your boyfriend - could be.

"I'll be yours forever."

© anton-luvr, 2023.

[daichiduskdrop]

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Chapter 32

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: very slight mentions of unhealthy eating habits

Words: 3477

A/N: So sorry for a little posting-break! I've been quite busy. Also, this chapter is mostly Jimin centered, I hope that's okay :) lots of love!

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The packmembers had a calm breakfast, with the packalpha carefully plating a dish for each of the still-sleeping ones.

You and Jimin gently cuddled into the lazy morning, the alpha pulling you closer to himself whenever any of the other packmates went to try and coax you to have breakfast.

Jimin had his sweet free day today, and he wanted to spend at least the majority of it with you, as he would have to go to a photoshoot later on. The morning would be kept with you, though.

The pack kept mostly quiet, seeing the soft whines coming from you whenever anyone went to turn on a sharp light, since it was still dark outside, even when it was soon to be 7.

The alpha that held you close, scenting you and pecking your cheek sleepily, didn't wait long to let out a deep rumble, coming from the very bottom of his chest as if to warn the alphas to put off the act of rustling you from your dreamland.

And so, when it was only a few minutes past 7 and the rest of the packmembers needed to go, each one went to you, gently scenting you, trying not to disturb you from your sleep too much.

„Alpha loves you, little cub... I'll see you later today, baby peaches." The eldest softly whispered the last, running his fingers through your hair one last time, before he too leaned back to go and get ready to leave.

Namjoon was quick to scent you over one last time, tucking you in closer to the alpha and folding the blanket around you tightly before he too went to the doors.

He already had his coat and boots on, but the packalpha felt the need to tell you one last goodbye and check on you before he would leave.

It wasn't like they would ever be truly unavailable for you to reach out to. Sure, they had some dance practices for their solos, and a few of them had to do some photoshoots and voice training today, but they would always make time for you.

By no means would they even put their phone on silent, probably too worried that you might need them sometime.

Still, the rest of the pack had to go, their work calling for them, and so they left you with the alpha that held you protectively while you both caught up on some well-deserved sleep.

You stayed cuddled up close for a good hour or two, Jimin waking up when he heard his phone ringing.

The still-drowsy Alpha sat up a little, his arms still pulling you close to his chest as he frowned, a soft scowl appearing on his face at the sudden disturbance.

You stayed asleep, only softly whimpering when the wild-haired alpha clumsily crawled from the bed, quickly shushing you.

„Sh-sh-sh princess, it's okay. Alpha is here." He mumbled softly, yawning as he carefully tucked you right back in, standing up fully and tiredly walking around to look for the phone.

It layed on the kitchen table still, along with a few well-served plates covered with plastic foil, making the young man smile at the thoughtfulness of his packmates.

It was Jungkook who was calling him. He didn't call often, and so Jimin was a little surprised but picked up nonetheless, surely only seconds away before the call would go into voice mail.

„Hey, Jimin, are you two awake now?” The younger man lightly laughed, his snicker easy to hear.

Jimin didn't doubt that he must have looked quite funny and silly this morning; maybe he even snored too. For sure, he or Taehyung have taken awkward-angle photos of him to tease him later.

„Kook, yes, gosh... What do you need?” He grumbled a little, hoping to stay to rest with you for a while longer. You looked so cuddly and soft...

„Do you remember Yuki? And Moonsik? From the mall, bunbun made friends with them earlier.”

„Yeah, of course I do. Do you think my memory is that bad?"

„I mean, considering how short you are, there can't be much space left for your head; it must be shrunken at least a bit too.”

„Jungkook! I'm your hyung! And Yoongi is the same height!” Jimin protested, an obvious annoyance going on as the youngest laughed loudly, happy to have done well with the teasing.

„Moonsik called me a few minutes ago; apparently Yuki really wants to go to the mall or something with Y/N, so...”

„Today?” the younger alpha asked, looking over his shoulder to the living room. He couldn't see you from here, but still, he could sense your presence thanks to your scent.

„Yeah, he asked if it would be okay, maybe later this afternoon... Yuki wouldn't stop asking him, so yeah." Jungkook said, easing Jimin into the situation.

The alpha wasn't so sure. He didn't mind Yuki or the beta; they were actually quite sweet and nice, but would you like to go?

„I'll ask Y/N, can you pass me the phone number? So I can get in touch with them?”

„You haven't saved it? Yeah, I'll send you the contact information.”

Jimin thanked the alpha, telling each other goodbyes with the promise to: take a nice photo of babybun when she is awake, or if you take her somewhere!

The young man sighed, opening up the texting app where Jungkook linked the phone number to Moonsik, the beta they had earlier met in the mall.

Jimin saved the contact to his phone and went back to the couch. Your small, now tightly curled-up form was cute for him to look at.

„Sweet princess, it's time to wake up now, precious." Jimin gently whispered, caressing your cheeks in a gentle gesture, his eyes soft and sweet.

Any of the annoyance from being roughly woken up from taking the sweet time to rest and sleep in with his omega was gone now, and his mood lifted once again.

Your eyes fluttered open, a soft whine like a whimper leaving you as you cuddled closer up to yourself.

The air around you was much colder than the well-warmed-up covers you were under, and it was far from tempting to leave.

Jimin leaned closer, carefully hooking his hands under your arms before he pulled you up, the heavy duvet flopping down, having you whine louder, your face scrunching up.

The alpha didn't take too long before he warmed you up again, this time placing you on his lap as he smoothed down your hair and softly caressed your cheeks and face.

„There, there, precious. How about some breakfast now?” He asked you gently, but seeing how your face chose to hide away in his neck instead, he could only softly chuckle.

Jimin stood up with you closely held to his chest, swaying you gently before he took you to the kitchen, carefully placing you on a chair.

You sat on a different seat this time, with the spot where the young alpha would usually sit next to you, gently pecking the top of your head before he stretched a little, taking the few plates and uncovering the foil.

There were a few neatly stacked up waffles that had a cute heart print on them; the eldest has recently purchased a new print for the waffle maker to do, in hopes you would have more appetite when seeing the cute fluffy food.

With other things like rice waiting in the rice cooker, being kept warm, and a few of the meals from the previous days, Jimin started heating everything up.

While the microwave was going, the alpha started boiling some eggs for you and him, seeing as there were no left-overs but raw ones in the fridge, waiting in a clean bowl.

„What would you like to drink, sweet precious?” He asked you softly, crouching on the ground, gently caressing your knee in soft motions.

You shrugged your shoulders, still too sleepy and tired to really react. Jimin could only smile softly, finding you too cute to truly resist. Cooing softly, the alpha was there to help you make a seemingly tough decision.

„How about some tea? Alpha can make a sweet cup for his sleepy 'mega; how does that sound?” He gently whispered, looking up at you with calm and caring eyes.

You nodded a little. A warm drink sounded nice. The pyjamas they bought for you did well in keeping you warm during the night, and since you got to sleep with the furnace-like alphas tonight, you were kept cuddly and soft.

Though the silk-like material felt a bit thin now that you were in the colder kitchen air where there weren't any heaters,

Most of the first floor of the modern house was left open, with the majority taken up by the living room space and kitchen, with the large windows bringing calm, natural light in.

You felt a slight shiver run down your spine, the alpha noticing immediately and jumping into action.

„Precious, you should have said, baby!” Jimin gasped, shrugging off his hoodie before he quickly pulled it over your form, tutting softly when you went to tell him you didn't need it.

He kissed your forehead repeatedly, his hands rubbing up and down your sides in an attempt to warm you up.

The microwave beeped soon enough, though, having the alpha quickly walk over and take out the first plate, the small, cute waffles right before you.

You thanked the man softly, having him only smile and tell you it's okay, handing you a few different topping options you might like to have.

There was a chocolate sauce, honey, cinnamon sugar, and vanilla sugar, but you chose the caramel sauce as the sweet topping, seemingly the tastiest.

And so, when Jimin helped you undo the stubborn plastic film, he then let you have the bottle and put on as much as you liked, while he went on to prepare you tea and himself a cup of coffee.

Even when he didn't have to sleep too much, he was quite wrecked and really wanted to stay in bed for another hour, but it was okay.

It was going to be nine soon, and that meant it was for sure time to rise and get up by now.

With you calmly munching on the still crispy but soft waffles, Jimin soon brought a simple white ceramic cup before you, taking a seat to your left as he himself warmed up a bit of the pork belly, and eggs with rice.

You both had a slow and sweet breakfast, with the alpha occasionally cutting you a small piece of the pork belly and the bacon he had also plated.

„Princess, have a bite, little baby. It's very tasty, hm? Alpha promises, you will like it a lot." and you didn't put up much of a fight, leaning in on instinct and letting the alpha feed you.

Jimin had a soft smile on his face, letting you have a bit of the still quite soft and liquid but warm yolk, the man claiming that „It's the best part precious, and my princess deserves only the very best.”

You thanked him whenever he fed you any more, the alpha in the end just pulling your plate to himself, cutting up the waffles, and feeding you fully himself, happy to fulfil his alpha instincts.

And so, after you both ate, Jimin carefully picked you up again, gently caressing you to his chest, the alpha carrying you back over to the couch.

The packmember went to get the still-hot cups of beverages, going to place them on the coffee table, when he noticed you on the couch.

You were carefully placing a blanket upon one another, cleaning up the rustled sheets, and throwing over pillows.

The nest you created quickly was much smaller than the one they got to so sweetly sleep in last night, but it looked cosy, and to Jimin, it seemed like a much-needed heaven.

When you looked back over to him, a soft whine left you as you patted the spot next to you, and he cooed loudly, carefully crawling over.

„Aigoo, of course, little princess. Alpha is right here." He said it softly, pulling you to his chest as he pecked your forehead sweetly.

You both settled between the soft, plushy blankets, and Jimin gently manoeuvred so you got to rest fully against him, carefully pulling you onto his lap.

You layed calmly, the man caressing and combing through your hair softly, occasionally rubbing his chin over the top of your head. You breathed in his scent calmly, happy to be held by him.

„Should we watch something precious?" He whispered softly, pecking the top of your head. You shrugged your shoulders, already very content with just being so closely held by him.

You learned over the few days you stayed with the alphas that you loved cuddling. You loved to be gently held and comforted, and you loved how little you had to worry about things.

It was everything, really. You didn't have to worry about your shoes finally breaking and the snow drenching your socks and you falling ill—no, now you had brand new boots, and you even got to choose which pair you wanted to wear everyday, as you had multiple pairs!

You felt special and very cared for, the warm feeling fluttering in your tummy. Now, you don't have to worry about the meals you'll have—or if you'll have any, for that matter.

The alphas took full care of your eating habits, always making sure whatever you got would be fully safe and wouldn't be a chance to disturb your soft body.

You didn't have to worry about getting lost in unfamiliar places like new shops, as they always took you with them, their warm hands always in yours.

All of the pack members took great care of you, always there to hold you and settle you whenever you were having a hard time. They didn't use you, not once even seemingly thinking about such a thing.

They kept you warm during the night and cared for you a lot, it seemed. It was very different from what you were used to, but the sudden change made you feel better than you ever felt.

You felt small tears spring up in your eyes, but you tried to blink them away as quickly as possible. Why have such thoughts made you emotional again?

Jimin noticed right away that something was wrong. He leaned over your shoulder, his hand tightening its grip on yours as he softly gasped.

„Princess no! What's wrong, little baby? Tell alpha... Oh, do you not want to watch a movie? It's okay, precious; we don't have to watch anything; Oppa doesn't mind."

He rambled on, turning you so your chest faced his. Before the alpha pulled you close to himself, your head caressed to stay nearest to his scent gland.

Jimin cradled you, worry clouding his mind. What has gone wrong? You looked so happy a few minutes ago; even when you were sleepy, what happened?

After a second or two, you didn't hold back for much longer, your arms going around the man's upper waist as you latched onto him, only small tears leaving you.

You didn't answer or tell him what had been on your mind; your gratitude was hard to explain in words. The alpha seemed to have understood to a certain level, pulling you close to himself.

„Oh princess... It's okay now; Alpha is right here... I got you, little baby; you don't have to worry about a thing now." He murmured calmly, his hand gently rubbing over the top of your head, his other palm keeping you close.

Your occasional sniffles scared him a little, and the man was slightly worried that maybe you missed the other alphas; the not really proper goodbyes you got this morning could for sure be the cause.

You were sleepy, though, when the packmembers left, and considering how Jimin shooed them off whenever they tried to wake you up, the alpha felt slightly at fault.

This wasn't fully the case, but you still missed the rest of the alphas, that was for sure. You didn't realise that you would have such a hard time when they were gone; their scents fading from you.

And so, after a few soft minutes of you being carefully held close and shushed sweetly, Jimin reached as discreetly as possible for one of the little lamb comfort plushies they got for you, the white one laying the closest.

You whined softly when the alpha pulled from you a little, but with the comfort companion in your arms, the packmembers scents clouded around you, your form fully settling.

„There you go, my princess. Alpha got you now." He gently whispered, keeping you nice and close.

Over the past few minutes, your grip has gotten looser, but whenever Jimin went to take a sip from his coffee or try and have you drink a bit of the herbal tea he made for you, you just hid further into his chest, the lamb held tightly under your arm.

In hopes of distracting you enough from your rain of thoughts, the man turned on the TV, choosing a simple channel that wouldn't do either of you any harm—a cooking show, a competition between chefs in baking.

 

„-really heating up in the kitchen! I'm here with our talented contestants, ready to witness their culinary magic." the host said, his voice happy and energetic. It was an American show, but Jimin didn't mind; the subtitles were easy to read.

 

„Now, let's reveal today's challenge! You'll have two hours to create your signature dessert, incorporating a surprise ingredient that I'm about to reveal. Get ready, folks, because today's twist will truly test your creativity!”

Gasps fill the room as the host holds up a silver cloche, building suspense.

„Today's secret ingredient is... (drumroll, please!)... lavender extract!”

The contestants exchange glances, some appearing thrilled while others wear expressions of uncertainty.

 

„O-Oppa? Can we-e also ba-bake something s-sometime?" Your soft voice broke the background noise, and the alpha turned to you immediately, his eyes as soft as ever.

„Of course we can, my precious! What would you like to make?” He asked you gently, not pressuring you into answering immediately, his eyes soft on your form.

„M-Maybe... Cup-cupcakes?” You were uncertain. You were used to cooking for yourself, but you were definitely not a great chef. You weren't terrible in the kitchen, but your clumsiness sometimes got the best of you.

But seeing how bright Jimin's smile got, the alpha for sure didn't mind. Oh, you were so cute!

„What a great choice, my princess! Do you want to make them right now my sweetest little 'mega?" He asked you gently, not resisting pecking your forehead.

You shrugged your shoulders. You really didn't know that much about baking, apart from knowing that the right measurements were very important. Would all of the ingredients be here?

The alpha smiled excitedly, happy. He was by no means an expert baker, but there was nothing a good recipe wouldn't solve. The man carefully picked you back up, holding you to his chest, as he slowly took you both over to the kitchen.

„Here, baby, you look up a recipe you like. Alpha will look around for what we have for the decorations.” He said gently, placing you so you sat on the counter, before he handed you his phone, the Google open.

You fumbled with yourself a little; the TV show, now forgotten, still playing. Eventually, as Jimin opened a few cupboards, pulling out different types of sprinkles, you carefully typed in 'Cupcake recipe'.

The number of choices you got freaked you out a little, but you clicked on one of the very first ones, seeing as it had very good reviews. Maybe it was going to be good. You hoped, at least...

„Look, princess, we have this tray too! That's perfect; we should use that for sure." The alpha said, showing you the silicone dark blue form.

You smiled softly, nodding happily. This was exciting! Jimin soon walked over to you again, looking over the website you looked up.

„Great job, princess! Let's get this started then, baby!” He said so happily, going over to where the few aprons were hung.

The alpha took one for himself and you, helping you down to the floor before he helped you tie a pretty bow in the back.

„C-Can we sur-surprise the o-others?” You asked timidly, your fingers squeezing one another in an uncomfortable pattern. Jimin couldn't help but coo loudly, kissing your temple, his cheek rubbing against it.

„Aigoo,.. my princess, well, of course! That's such a great idea, baby you are perfect! Alphas would love that, I'm very sure.” He laughed softly, hugging you gently.

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[jojo-schmo]

Okay first of all, I love this au, like, with all my heart, thank you for existing

Second of all, what do you think Elflis (Hope I am spelling that right) sounds like? Like, voice head canon??

Oh my gosh, thank you so much!! <3 I'm so glad you like it!

I talk more about how I imagine Elfilis sounding here, and my voice actor head canon for them here! They're older posts but still hold true for me.

Someone commented on a comic page a long time ago how they imagined Elfilis sounding like Midna from Twilight Princess, WHICH I LOVE.

But outside of a game context where he'd have full speech instead of "animalese text boxes" I think he'd have a similar voice to the computer at Lab Discovera with the same bouncy and staggered vocal inflection. But pitched a bit lower. And while they understand the language everyone from Pop Star speaks due to listening and observing the Waddle Dees for a while, speaking is a different story!

Especially like here where he talks a lot, I imagine his delivery of each word is staggered with inconsistent timing. It doesn't help that they don't fully understand the sentence structure and vocabulary of Dreamland's language yet, so it takes a second to think about the correct words to say.

Someday when it's easier for him to speak that language, the pauses in his speech will go away but I think it'll always sound just a little artificial. Kind of like that TikTok text-to-speech voice.

(I'm drawing a little from my own bilingual experience here haha... My folks' first language is Spanish so I can totally understand what they're saying! But having a conversation and responding with my own correct sentence structures and vocabulary is still tricky for me sometimes. I tend to trip over my words, it takes a while to get my thought out in the correct language, sometimes my tongue won't roll an 'r' correctly and I sound like my mouth is full of cotton... And sometimes I give up halfway and finish the sentence in English lol)

[redfurrycat]

🤠🤴👑🏰🐓Royalty Fic Recs🐓🏰👑🤴🤠

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors: 64PackofCrayola, Aishii420, Alltherecklesshours, Hangmanbradshaw, Lovelybattle, McDanno50, PleaseHellMe, Renai_chan, ToukoJalorda003, Trinipedia.

> Navy Prince, aka THE Nepo Baby

Heart on Your Sleeve by Renai_chan {T}

/Medieval Royalty AU/

Jake and Bradley are princes of neighboring kingdoms who grew up together. On Bradley's eighteenth birthday, everything changes.

Man of his own invention by trinipedia {T}

/Medieval Royalty AU/

Jake is an enticing young man with blonde hair 70 feet long, who has been kept in a tower his entire life by his seemingly overprotective mother. Everything changes the day that Rooster the thief, by chance, scales the tower and stumbles upon him; Jake strikes a deal with Rooster so that the charming thief takes him to the place where the floating lights he has seen every year on his birthday come from. Jake is about to discover the world for the first time, and in the process, he might even find out who he really is...and what he really wants.

Rival Princes AU by hangmanbradshaw

/Medieval Royalty AU/

I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland {E}

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.” He said as Bradley, confusingly, looked even more devastated. The pain washed over him again, and he started to stumble. The blood loss was definitely starting to make itself known. That spurred Bradley into motion. He seemed to snap out of whatever daze he’d been in, and he stepped forward, grabbing Jake and holding him up. “Shit. Get Halo, now!” Jake felt himself starting to lose consciousness. As he succumbed to the blackness, he heard a soft voice saying “stay with me, Jake” and then he was out.

and I feel like my castle's crumbling down {_}

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.” All it took was nine words for Bradley's heart to rebuild and break again.

Innocent by lovelybattle {E}

/Medieval Royalty AU/

Bradley has no idea how he ended up here. It’s all a blur. One minute he’s standing in a field by himself, and the next he’s got the crown Prince spread out, beautifully and blissfully naked, beneath him.

loose lips sink ships all the damn time by hangmanbradshaw {E}

/Buccaneering Royalty AU/

“Wait, is this the Dagger?” That stopped Rooster in his tracks. He looked over curiously from where he was unwrapping a rope. “You’ve heard of it?” “You guys are…you’re…” Rooster dropped the rope and walked over, a challenge clear in his eyes. “We’re what? Go ahead, say it.” Jake breathed out, “Pirates.” Rooster took another step followed by another. Each step was calculated. He stopped a foot or two away. Jake hated the fact that he had to look up into his eyes, not by much, but still. “We prefer the term vigilantes.” Or The Princes & Pirates AU

it's 2am and I’m cursing your name by hangmanbradshaw {E}

/Medieval Royalty AU/

“Yeah, but you know him better than anyone, right? You could give me advice.” He raised an eyebrow. “I know I’m not an expert on romance or whatever, but if he’s your true love, shouldn’t you just, I don’t know, be yourself?” “You gotta help me. I don’t want to be stuck as a rooster forever. Please.” The final please broke him. He looked so sad, voice clearly miserable and desperate. Jake took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and mumbled. “I’m going to regret this.” He opened his eyes and said louder, “Fine. Alright.” Or Rooster's a rooster, and Jake definitely isn't his soulmate aka the Hangster Princess & the Frog AU (with a twist) After all, all it takes is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie dust (or in this case, bickering, helping the guy you're in love with land another prince, and a meddling warlock)

Call Me Yours by Renai_chan {E}

/Medieval Royalty AU/

Jake is the perfect Crown Prince of Seresin--handsome beyond compare, educated by the world's most renowned scholars, draped in all the luxuries his wealthy kingdom can afford, magnificent in battle, with multitudes of adoring subjects throwing themselves at his feet--but all he really wants is to be put on his knees and called a filthy whore by his slave, Bradley.

The Prince and His Knight by McDanno50

/Medieval Royalty AU/

On A Dreary Night {E}

Jake felt his heart thump quicker, galloping in his chest, as the clicking of claws grew closer. Heavy breaths not his own let Jake know he was no longer alone. He remained still even as natural fear urged him to look over his shoulder to gauge the threat. But there was no real danger because Jake knew in his soul that he was safe with the monstrous wolf-like creature that lurked in the flickering shadows. The beast who terrified the men, women, and children not born of Miramar was hardly a monster to Jake. The bright light of day sees the Crown Prince of Miramar, Jacob Seresin, protected by his personal knight: a Lycan named Rooster. But at night, Jake loses himself to pleasure by Rooster's wolf form.

A Speckled Rooster Crowed {G}

Lycans had few offspring, litters born every ten years. The last Lycan pups included Julian’s own knight, Cyclone. And now it was Jake’s turn to choose a knight – his very own Lycan pup to raise and train as his personal bodyguard. He’d never known something so exciting yet terrifying. The time has come for Prince Jake to select his knight. Five pups vie for his attention, but one young Lycan seems a bit preoccupied with a fowl enemy.

Of Sex and Flowers {E}

If Heaven truly existed, Jake was sure his would be exactly like this. With Jake and his knight Rooster, alive and together in this peaceful place. Nothing outside of the meadow mattered when they were here: Jake was not royalty and Rooster was not a Lycan. They could play pretend and just be two men hopelessly in love with no duties and no secrets. Jake sneaks out of the castle to spend some private time with Rooster in a meadow. Their relationship will change once Jake becomes the Crown Prince so they say goodbye in the only way they know how.

Of Crowns and Medals (That Don’t Shine Like They Should) by ToukoJalorda003 {M}

/Modern Royalty AU/

It wasn’t as if Rooster hadn’t wanted to serve in the Guard his entire life - he had. Serving the king, his country…it was the only thing he’d ever wanted. …Until it wasn’t. And with the rules being as strict as they were, there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Bradley falling in love with Jake was going to get them both in trouble - and he wished more than anything that he could change that.

Swan Prince by 64PackofCrayola {_}

/Medieval Royalty AU/

(Based on Swan Princess 1994) A beautiful prince falls in love with a prince from another land, but an exiled sorcerer who wants him for himself conjures up a spell to transform him into a swan. Forced to embark on a dangerous quest to reverse the magic, the prince is helped along by some new-found human turned animal friends.

Break Free from the Chrysalis by aishii420 {M}

/Medieval Royalty AU/

In a Kingdom far away, The King and Queen of Corona decided to have a baby. Everyone was overjoyed, especially their brother, the Captain of the Royal Guard. All was well until the Queen fell ill, and the Captain set off to find a cure.

Crowns And Collars by PleaseHellMe {E}

/Modern Royalty AU/

King Peter "Maverick" Mitchell had been ruling the kingdom of Miramar for the past two decades after his father was killed. The pressure of mating with someone and producing an heir had been lifted from his shoulders as the crown would be passed to his godson. Maverick never felt the spark to mate with someone and opted to wait for the right person. Then one day, when Maverick had been walking in the market square, a tall blond-haired angel caught his attention, and suddenly all Maverick could think of was how he could make this man his. -- Thomas Kazansky lived outskirts of Miramar with his son Jacob. He was raised in nobility, but then things went south, and his family was stripped of their status. There have been multiple people who wanted to mate with him, but their offers were met with rejections every single time. Usually, it took only one time for the suitors to get the hint, but suddenly Tom finds himself in a situation where the same person keeps sending him courting gifts day after day, refusing to give up before Tom accepts the offer.

stolen kisses, pretty lies by hangmanbradshaw {E}

/Modern Royalty AU/

Bradley had never expected he'd be awaiting coronation in a country he'd never stepped foot in until his 30s. Then again, there were a lot of things he'd never expected- being told he had to find a suitable spouse, a security team being necessary just to drive down the road, and Jake Seresin...he'd never expected Jake Seresin. Jake's parents just needed him to settle down. He'd had other plans, and Bradley Bradshaw had not been on that list. Or, Jake's a prince with a reputation for breaking hearts, Bradley just wants to marry someone he at least likes, and neither of them ever saw the other coming. AKA the How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days/Princess Diaries 2 AU inspired by Blank Space. Yes, you read that right.

I'll see you by and by by alltherecklesshours {G}

/Medieval Royalty AU/

"He's been doing the bare minimum with his responsibilities. His coronation is in less than a year and he keeps evading important meetings, disappearing for days without a warning. How is that doing a good job?" Uncle Pete asked, crossing his arms over his chest, looking annoyed. "And how is finding him a partner going to change that, Pete?" No. Bradley wouldn't take them fighting because of him again. "If I promise to do better with my responsibilities, can we postpone the idea of marriage? "Fine. But this is your last chance. If you don't do a better job this time, I will call for a ball with every unmarried person in this kingdom and the ones around, and I won't let you leave until you find someone. Am I clear?"

Take Me for Who I Am by Renai_chan {E}

/Medieval Royalty AU/

Jake, the omega child of Lord Seresin of Austea, is all set to be married to Javy, his best friend who he's been betrothed to since before they were even born. On the day of the wedding, a mysterious man shows up and whisks Jake away to the castle. Jake later learns he is Prince Bradley, the Crown Prince of Miramonte, who intended to take Jake as his own.

Swords and Guards (And Dreams to Aspire Towards) by ToukoJalorda003 {M}

/Medieval Royalty AU/

In Anser, if things were normal, Jake could’ve done anything he wanted. He could’ve been anything. But in Anser, his father’s choices had determined his own - and had somehow left him with a debt to pay and a spouse he didn’t want. Enter Bradley Bradshaw, the prince of the kingdom, and a bodyguard position that might just be enough to cover his debts. If he can prove himself, that is, which might be more difficult than he wants to consider - given that Bradley hates his guts. Fuck his life. ———————— Or - the bodyguard and royalty AU

i don't wanna be another heart in your graveyard by hangmanbradshaw {E}

/Medieval Royalty AU/

The Southern Kingdom is on the verge of war with the West. They need an ally, one they hope comes in the form of the untamable Northerners. The Northern King only wants one thing in return. or a completely self-indulgent Game of Thrones loosely inspired AU

[pentechnics]

Part 4 of A Strange Duet

Summary: The journey through Sorgan continues, bringing with it new insights, wonders, and dangers. Navigating a conflict like this wasn't something Din expected, and the things about him you learn along the way leave you with more questions than ever before.

Pairing: Assassin!Din Djarin x Princess!reader (no y/n)

Series Content: medieval-ish AU, assassin!Din, princess!reader, fluff, slow burn, sexual tension, falling in love, angst, mentions of injuries/scars, depictions of violence, usage of weapons, Din’s POV and reader’s POV, side character death

Chapter Contents: fights, blood, stabbing, injuries

Part 3

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Din couldn’t recall the last time he had gone this long without a single moment of solitude.

Having at least one constant someone at his side for three days straight was exhausting; it seemed that sleep was his only route to any sort of escape, which meant he had only felt relief two separate times since departing from the palace. 

It was perplexing to see how energetic you all still were, the brazen eagerness everyone had to continue the journey. Did you all ever get tired of each other? 

You especially confused him. Mandalorian royalty hardly traveled at all. In fact, Din couldn’t recall a time during his life when the Queen had even left the confines of the palace. 

But you? You wanted this. You sought it out. And you were so active and invested in every visit you made. It was as though the conditions of the open road and consistently unfamiliar terrain gave you strength rather than drained it. 

The six of you had departed yet another small village that afternoon, and the wagon was now steadily moving along while the sun dipped below the horizon. Din watched it dye the sky in hues of fiery orange and soothing blue as he floated between reality and dreamland, not quite letting himself succumb to the darkness.  

The wagon’s abrupt stop jolted him back to the light. 

“Must be time to switch,” you said from beside him while you opened the door, voice as chipper as ever. “You coming, Mr. Vaun?” 

That’s right. The two of you were next in line to drive. Din sighed and followed you out, leaving sleep behind for when the next destination was reached.

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He seemed so tired. 

And who could blame him? He tended to act like a bit of a lone wolf, which was something you didn’t consider when you invited him on this excursion. 

A stream of guilt washed through you as you mounted the front of the wagon, the small space forcing your thigh to rest against his. You gulped and gripped the reins in your fists.

You listened and waited for the telltale creak of the wagon door to tell you that everyone else was secured inside before snapping your wrists and setting the horses back in motion. 

The next rest stop was still a few hours away, creating a rare instance in which the group had no choice but to let you be outside during the night. You took a deep breath and let the crispness of the dimming dusk encapsulate your senses. 

Mr. Vaun was silent beside you. As the wagon rocked along, his arm occasionally bumped into yours. His body heat seeped into your skin, and only then did you realize how cold you were. It was like he was breathing life back into your frozen frame. Ironically, the sensation made you shiver. 

Muffled conversations bled out of the wagon windows; the galloping of the horses made it hard to pick out exact words, but the happy vocal tones and occasional laugh were enough to tell that they were having a good time.  

Out of the corner of your eye, Mr. Vaun leaned his head back until it collided with the backrest. Intent on not bothering him you kept your eyes forward and bit back any instinctive conversation starters that threatened to spill from your lips. 

When the sun had completely disappeared and made way for the stars to shine, when the voices in the wagon grew quieter and quieter, you let out a sigh and cast your eyes upward. 

The black moon gave the stars full reign over the night; they twinkled and glistened before you like a sea of diamonds, weaving together until you could make out a slight outline of the galaxy. 

You scanned over each pattern with a smile, mentally recalling the constellations and various planets that were resting above you, poking out of the wonders to say hello. When was the last time you’d gotten to gaze at them like this? You couldn’t recall. 

A slight noise from beside you made you jump. Mr. Vaun had cleared his throat. 

“Your Highness,” he started, voice soft, as if not to further spook you, “Are you cold?” 

“I thought you were asleep,” you said with a breathy laugh, your heart still pumping. “But I’m okay, it’s not so bad tonight.” 

“You sure? Your leg is freezing.” 

You looked down at where your thigh met his. In lieu of an answer, you met his gaze again with a shrug and returned your attention to the road. A sigh and some rustling sounded from him just before a warmth overtook you. 

When you turned to him, you discovered his cloak now missing from his frame.

“A-are you sure?” you asked, “I don’t want you getting too cold without this-” 

“I won’t. Please use it.” 

His tone was finite. You sighed and drew the cloak closer around you, nuzzling into the soothing heat it provided. 

“Thank you.” 

You brought it up to cover the lower half of your face, letting your nose thaw out. The cloak smelled so pleasant: earthy, with a hint of fire, steel, and something else you couldn’t quite place. You breathed it in and smiled as your shoulders relaxed. 

What a delightful aroma.

When you finally resurfaced, nose no longer numb, you flinched upon finding Mr. Vaun staring down at you. His gaze was heavy, calculating, as if he’d caught you in the midst of something unsavory. His brows narrowed and made his expression all the more stern. Your eyes bugged out as you looked back, an abashed heat rushing all too quickly into your ears and cheeks. 

What exactly was he looking for? Was he assuming something from your reaction? You tried to search through the words in his eyes, but couldn’t quite make out their questions in the dark. 

He leaned towards you the slightest bit, making you instinctively crane your neck to maintain eye contact. You gulped under his dark, piercing aura. It was like he was able to see into the deepest recesses of your mind and pick out any information he wanted. 

If looks could act, something told you this one would pin you to your place and leave you unable to escape. 

Your muscles began to tighten. That same sensation of silent danger resurfaced, like something was about to snap and unleash its wrath on you. Something that lived deep, deep within. 

Why did this always happen around him? 

“There we go,” he said after what seemed like an eternity, leaning back up and facing forward. 

In a flash, the trance was broken. 

“W… what?” 

“Your face has color again. You were looking a bit pale earlier. We can’t have you getting sick.”  

You let out a shaky “oh,” the danger seeping away once more like the tide pulling back into the sea. You gulped down a lungful of air in an attempt to recenter yourself. What in hell was that? 

“I… don’t think I’ve ever seen this many stars before.” 

You snapped back into the moment and found Mr. Vaun gazing upward. The stars reflected against his irises, making them gleam in a way that took your breath away. 

“Gorgeous,” you sighed, “...isn’t it?” 

He glanced at you with a small nod. 

“I saw you looking up earlier – what were you doing?”

“Oh, I was just mapping constellations and stuff in my head,” you said with a shrug. 

“... mapping what?” 

His brow furrowed, eyes squinting. You tilted your head in response.

“Constellations,” you started slowly, “Pictures in the sky.” 

He blinked at you, looking even more confused. You smiled. 

“They didn’t teach you much about astronomy in Coruscant, did they?”

He gulped and shook his head, gaze dropping into his lap. Regret and guilt immediately gripped you and you reached a hand towards him. 

“Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that."

He gently shook his head. You bit your lip; how easy it was to forget that access to knowledge was a privilege. Especially for you. 

You glanced back up at the stars, as if they’d give you the perfect solution to resolve the now awkward air. When an idea suddenly came to you, it was hard to think that it didn’t really come straight from them. 

“... Would it be okay if I showed you?” 

Mr. Vaun glanced in your direction, yet not meeting your eyes. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I could teach you,” you stretched your shaky hand into the air, “I could tell you about the stars and show you what pictures I’m seeing.”

He was silent, but sat straighter as his eyes followed your pointing finger. You took that as your cue and cleared your throat. 

“S-so this one here, do you see those three bright stars in a row like that?” 

He nodded. 

“That’s the most recognizable part of Orion, a constellation about a mythological hunter.” 

You continued to delve into the story of Orion and map out the remainder of the constellation as best you could, pausing to make sure he was still interested and engaged. 

“And do you see that little fuzzy spot under the belt?” 

“Yes.” 

“That’s actually something called a nebula. In essence it’s a big cloud of space dust that stays collected together. They call that one the Orion Nebula because it’s within the constellation. Though because of its placement, I just like to call it Orion’s crotch.”

He let out something between a choke and a snicker, a hand coming up to cover his mouth. You laughed and patted his back, relishing in the brief warmth seeping through his tunic. 

The more you spoke, the more wonderment seemed to bleed into his expression. He began to ask questions, point to specific stars and inquire about them. You walked him through the winter sky’s various tales and visitors from other areas of the galaxy, and even a few visible adjacent ones. 

“And that star there, do you see how it looks like it’s twinkling?” 

“Yeah. It almost looks multicolored.”

“That is a binary star system. That means two different stars are orbiting each other, and they’re spinning around so fast that to us, it just looks like one colorful blur.” 

His eyes widened as he continued to stare up. You grinned. It was like his inner child was awakening. 

“I had no idea,” he breathed. “There’s… so much out there.”

“It’s fascinating,” you started, “And honestly, there’s still so much more we just don’t know about yet.” 

Mr. Vaun gave a small shake of his head and continued to stare at the shimmering sky. You couldn’t keep your smile from growing, your heart filling with a warmth you weren’t quite familiar with. It was reminiscent of a campfire: inviting, protective, and jovial. An iridescent beam that made the stars seem to dance before your eyes. 

Conversation grew lighter as you drove on, the last leg of the trip going by quicker than you anticipated. You awoke your weary party and they slowly made their way inside the inn while Mr. Vaun got the horses situated. 

You waited outside the entrance until he returned, brow rising in surprise upon seeing you. The dim light from the sconce cast a flickering yellow glow onto half his features, outlining the sharpness of his cheeks and jaw, the curve of his nose, the beautiful deep brown of his right eye. 

“You didn’t need to wait.” 

“No problem,” you shrugged. “Didn’t want you feeling left behind.”

Even through the night his eyes betrayed intrigue and confusion, but also a hint of something else. Relief? Joy? Pain? You couldn’t place it. 

The silent air was cold, yet sweet. You were still wearing Mr. Vaun’s cloak, pulling it closer to your frame. He fiddled with his fingers and looked to the ground. 

“... Thank you. For tonight.” 

“Of course,” you smiled. “It was nothing! I’ll gladly ramble about the stars anytime.” 

He huffed and grinned, his sight rising just a bit. 

“And thank you. For this,” you began to unwrap the cloak to return it, but somehow his hands were quicker to anchor it down on your shoulders. 

How he closed the distance between you so fast, you could not comprehend. 

Your wide eyes looked up to meet his intense, narrowed ones. 

“Keep it. You might get cold in the night.” 

His hands were still impossibly warm, encasing your shoulders with room to spare. Their weight was grounding, alive, almost as though it were speaking something into your body. 

In a snap, as if he didn’t realize what he’d done, Mr. Vaun withdrew them in a haste. 

“Get some rest, Your Highness.” 

“I-I will,” you breathed, still processing the sensation. “As should you. Good night, Mr. Vaun.”

~~~~

Din clenched his hands into fists at his sides while he watched you walk into the inn, your silhouette shrouded in his cloak. 

He let out an irritated sigh. There must’ve been a dozen perfect opportunities within the last hour – including just now – where he could’ve gotten it over with. 

Everyone else had been asleep for most of the ride. He could’ve been merciful, done it quickly while you talked about something you enjoyed. He could’ve simply thrown you off the wagon and claimed it to be an accident.

…He could’ve moved his hands just a bit higher off your shoulders and flicked his wrists. You wouldn’t have felt a thing. 

But that look in your eyes… It stopped him every time. 

There was something in them, something new and hypnotic that he needed to uncover. 

Why was he so curious? So desperate to know? What was it about you that flipped his priorities so drastically?

… And so easily? 

He pinched the bridge of his nose and breathed in the gentle night air, gazing up at the dazzling sky. Your words echoed through his head, the lines between the stars somehow now drawing themselves and bringing the constellations to life. 

Nights in Mandalore didn’t look anything like this. The sky was hardly visible at all between the endless towering fortresses, and what could be seen were clouds of sad, polluted gray. 

But here, the sky was so clear. So open. 

Limitless. 

It had color, texture, and soul. It left one breathless, stunned in place. Entirely at its mercy. 

How was it that something so beautiful could be tied to something so bad? 

~~~~

In the shallow light of dawn, you awoke and stretched your stiff arms. You sat up and took in your cozy surroundings, finding Fennec still asleep in the cot across from yours. 

You rose and freshened up before heading down to the lobby, finding Cobb and Omera already feasting on plates of breakfast. Once you joined them the three of you engaged in light conversation, framed by other visitors in the small dining area. 

Fennec, Koska, and Mr. Vaun were quick to arrive, giving the whole party a chance to relax together before the wagon was once again boarded and ready for departure.

Koska and Omera took the first driving shift while you sat beside Fennec, discussing the route for the remainder of your trip. 

“It’s funny how time flies,” you said. “I can’t believe we’re already halfway through.” 

“I’m surprised there haven’t been any problems,” Cobb said with a smirk. “I thought we’d surely run into some trouble by now.” 

“Let’s hope it stays this way,” Fennec said with a pointed look. 

Cobb raised his hands in defeat and gave a coy smile. 

Just as you let out a small chuckle, the wagon suddenly rumbled. Fennec rushed to stick her head out the window, but Koska yelled out before she even spoke a word. 

“Thugs!” 

In a blur, horses suddenly surrounded each side of the wagon, forcing it to come to a halt. 

You locked eyes with Fennec and nodded before drawing your sword. Everyone else followed suit, unsheathing their weapons and jumping out to face the offenders. 

You sliced your way through them, blocking blows from soaring spears and hidden daggers, taking on multiple assaulters at once. Fennec was right by your side, combining her own stash of weapons with her fists to knock down a fair chunk of the assailants. 

You had no visual of the others, and through the multiple voices crying out in your ears, it was hard to audibly discern their positions. They were tough ones, though. No need to worry. This was the exact reason you chose them to come along. 

A strangled groan cut through the other voices. You turned to see that Mr. Vaun had just impaled a man on his spear. 

You froze. Mr. Vaun was holding him by the back of the neck, ensuring his weapon wasn’t interrupted. The light left the man’s eyes, and Mr. Vaun pulled on his spear as if he had merely cut into a fruit, yanking it out with abandon before dropping him to the ground and moving on to his next opponent. He took him down quickly, putting on just as much of a show with his corpse.  

This was far from your first encounter with death. But the nonchalant nature of Mr. Vaun’s actions… they left your blood running cold.

His facial expression… It was calm. Collected. Not a single sense of fear or even exertion. He almost looked bored. And the strange sense of intimacy that accompanied his gestures – pinning someone in place while stabbing them, holding them close while he choked the life out of them – it was like nothing you’d ever seen. How can someone take a life in a way that seems so comfortable? 

You stared at the first limp figure, blood staining the dirt and grass underneath him a deep maroon, his dead eyes wide open in shock. 

You had only taken a small few lives in your time. Each one haunted you, their blank faces sometimes appearing before your eyes without warning. Reminders that they were real people that would still walk the world if it wasn’t for you. How in the world did Mr. Vaun cause such havoc so easily, as if it were nothing? 

… Was this why he felt so dangerous? Was this the reason your gut wanted to run away whenever he got too close to you? 

A sudden severe jolt of pain in your side interrupted your thoughts. You wanted to scream, yet it was as though your voice was muted. You slumped onto your knees, your hand feeling around the area and coming away coated in dark blood. 

You winced and shook your head, scolding yourself as the sharp pain emanated through your body. You’re never so careless. Why now? No one should be able to sneak up on you like that. 

Your vision grew blurry, your head spinning and ears ringing as the sounds around you dulled down. Various voices shouted at you. You raised your fuzzy gaze just as Fennec leaned down beside you, her worried expression being the last thing you saw before the world vanished. 

~~~~

Fennec’s shout for backup rang through the cacophony of clashing metal and battle cries. Din turned her way to see you slumped over in her arms, half drenched in a deep red sheen, your side freely bleeding out. 

He didn’t register running to your side, or wrenching you up from Fennec and carrying you back to the wagon with every ounce of speed he could muster. He paid no mind to the masses surrounding him, or the dead bodies in his pathway. He just stared down at your increasingly paling face, your now dulled lips, your limp neck making your head dangle over his arm. The life was trickling out of you the way dew dripped off a heavy leaf: slow, deliberate, and undoubtedly more painful by the second. 

Din’s nerves jolted about like a swarm of bees. He had to act fast.

The others kept the remaining bandits away while he hauled you into the wagon, tearing at the supplies until he found the first aid materials. 

His bloody hands sifted through the kit and worked on their own accord, applying pressure to the wound with a cloth. He squeezed with all his might, hoping to stop the flow even as the cloth grew redder and redder. He took shallow breath after shallow breath, desperate to keep the panic at bay.

He trapped more cloths against your wound with a wrap. As he wound it tightly around your waist, he felt a silent sense of gratitude that you weren’t conscious to feel the pain of it. 

Once that was through, he glanced out the window. 

The crowd had died down, most of them dead or on the retreat. Fennec, Koska, and Cobb were taking care of the final stragglers while Omera made her way to the wagon, casually ripping an arrow from the chest of a prior victim as she approached.  

“Is she okay?” she cried. 

“I think she will be. I still need to work on the wound once it stops bleeding.” 

Omera nodded and stepped in, kneeling at your side.

“It’s a good thing you got her out as fast as you did. We definitely would’ve lost her otherwise.” 

She laid a gentle hand on your forehead, stroking your skin and wiping off the dirt that laid there. 

Her words made the gears begin to shift. The scenes he just lived through replayed themselves in Din’s head so rapidly it made him dizzy. He grunted and plopped his head into his hand, taking a seat across from you. 

Omera was right. You would’ve died if he’d done nothing. His job would be done. Mandalore would be happy. 

What the hell, he thought. 

Isn’t that exactly what I’m supposed to want?

~~~~

A gentle rocking stirred you awake. You winced as sunlight pierced your eyes and brought up a hand to shield them. 

W… what day is it? Where am I? 

“Your Highness?” 

The whisper diverted your attention to its source. Mr. Vaun was looking towards you from the other side of the wagon, his brows intensely knitted together, expression tight. 

“... What… happened?” you groaned, throat dry and scratchy. 

“You were stabbed. Try not to move too much, you’re still healing.” 

As if on cue, the pain resurfaced. You grunted as your side pulsed with it, a hand coming down to feel bandages under your now ripped and blood-stained tunic. You took deep breath after deep breath, slowly looking around to find an otherwise empty wagon – trails and trails of blood dying the light wood in marbled shades of umber – that was definitely in motion, and your head laying on something slightly softer than the wood of the bench. 

“Where… where are we? Where’s everyone else?” 

“They’re outside. Fennec and Cobb are driving, Koska and Omera are watching from behind. Can’t risk another sneak attack.”

You sighed and let your head plop back down, your hand coming up to your forehead. The dried blood on your palm was grainy and coarse; the sheer amount of it almost had you feeling faint again. Your head was heavy, your body impossibly stiff and weak. Memories of the fight began to slowly seep back into your brain, making you groan. 

How could you let this happen? 

“I can’t believe this,” you whispered. “If I hadn’t lost focus-”

You cut yourself off as you remembered why you lost it. You looked up at Mr. Vaun before turning your gaze away, the image of him massacring those lifeless bodies with the ease of a breath and the touch of a lover encasing your mind’s eye. 

“... You’re alive. That’s what counts.” 

His tone, while curt, was lined with a tenderness you could hardly make out. You weren’t sure if you should let it comfort you – not after seeing what he was capable of. 

“Now rest,” he went on, “we’re almost there.”

“Almost where?”

“The capital.”

”... Wait- what?!”

Your attempt to sit up was immediately protested by your stab wound, a yell of pain escaping your lips as the pain tore through you. Mr. Vaun sprung from his seat and guided your shoulders back down. 

“Why are we going back home?” You gritted. “We’re not done with the route yet!”

“Yes. We are. Have you seen yourself?”

“Oh come on,” you flopped back down. “It’s a small flesh wound-”

“You bled out, Your Highness.” 

The increasing strength of his tone immediately silenced you. Mr. Vaun peered down at you again, his face growing more serious. 

“You lost more blood in those few moments than anyone I’ve ever seen. You almost died in Fennec’s arms.”

That made a shiver run down your spine. Just how deep did that dagger go? 

You sighed and pressed your hand onto your forehead again. You could only imagine what was going through Fennec’s mind. The pain, the guilt… she’ll never not blame herself for this.

That’s probably why she’s not in here right now, you thought. She can’t bear to face me. The notion made you choke up. 

You were lucky to have someone as devoted to your safety as Fennec. As everyone on that wagon, for that matter. Masking the pain would get you nowhere, you decided. 

“… Fine. I suppose I have no other choice. We’ll get to the rest of the villages next time.”  

Even though that ‘next time’ would almost surely be never, knowing your mother, it was a small positive to think about. You mapped out the last leg of the trip in your mind: there were four villages left. You only hoped they wouldn’t be too terribly disappointed by your sudden absence. 

Mr. Vaun let out a low hum and pointed his gaze out the window, still kneeling beside you. 

You took in a slow breath and thought about the others. Omera was probably the first to help you. Koska must’ve taken her anger out on the remaining thugs, or maybe she didn’t realize what had happened until it was over. And Cobb, he likely feels as though he ‘jinxed it’ with his comment. That made you chuckle — then wince. 

“I’m glad the rest of you are okay, at least,” you breathed. “This just proves I’m good at picking a defense team.” 

Mr. Vaun glanced at you before a small grin pulled at his lips. 

The image of him with that spear assaulted your mind again. There had to be something more to him, something that would explain that level of skill. He knew exactly where to stab to make the death quick. It wasn’t messy until they hit the ground – no, his part was crisp and clean. You couldn’t help wondering if his victims even felt pain when he killed them.  

“If I may…” you began. He gave you a quizzical look. 

“Yes?”

“Um… where did you learn to fight like that?”

His neck muscles flexed as he gulped, eyes growing a shade darker. 

“… I was on my own a lot,” he said, looking at your face but not quite at your eyes. “Had to know how to defend myself.”

“It just— it looked very… easy for you.” 

You bit your lip and waited. You hoped your words were delicate enough, but his stagnant expression was not helpful in determining your success. 

“I take it you haven’t had to kill anyone?” 

You couldn’t help being angry at the assumption. 

“Of course I have,” you narrowed your gaze, the unpleasant memories resurfacing in your mind’s eye. “I never ask anyone to do anything I wouldn’t do myself.”

His lips pulled into a straight line, a small sigh flowing out of his nostrils. You felt its brief cold brush on your skin. His eyes held that analytic sense again, like he was trying to pick apart your words and get to what laid beneath them. You held your ground. 

“Then you know.” he lifted his gaze from you. “It’s never an easy thing to do. Not even if it’s your only choice.” 

Something about his tone made it impossible not to trust him. But then what the hell had you seen out there? 

Your eyes trickled down from his face and saw a very bloodied hand resting on your leg. Panic creeped through your bones, goosebumps littering your arms. Your remaining curiosity was forgotten. 

“Uh…” your voice dropped to a whisper, your hand coming up to point a hesitant finger.  “Whose is that?” 

Mr. Vaun followed your gaze and held up his arm, turning it around and showing you just how much was on it: as if his skin had been dyed a dark, muddy brown, his hand looked even more menacing than it normally did. Streaks of discoloration trickled onto his forearm, stopping just after his elbow. He gave you a pointed look. 

“That’s yours.”

Your eyes grew wide, flying between his hand and face. You propped yourself up on your elbows and tried to scoot away. Was he serious?

You took another look at him – there was blood on his tunic.

… All over his tunic. 

And his other arm. 

And his- everywhere. 

… How the hell did that happen? 

You couldn’t help the split second thought that he may have been the one to stab you. But before your blood-deprived brain could elaborate on such nonsense, the wagon came to a stop, and Cobb’s faraway voice sounded.

“We’re here!”

~~~~

You were certain you’d never been more fussed over. 

Your mother sequestered you to your room, and for the next several days you received visits from worried, sometimes downright petrified members of the staff checking your status. Even after reassuring everyone that you were indeed following the doctor’s orders and not leaving your bed, they kept coming. Especially your wagon crew. 

Fennec hadn’t left her post. You weren’t certain when the last time she slept was, given you weren’t sure how many days it took to venture back. You doubted she slept a wink until you rolled back into the palace gates. And maybe not even then.

Sitting there in your covers, slightly propped up, you called for her to come inside. She ducked her head in. 

“Anything wrong?” she asked. 

“Does the fact that you won’t take a nap count?” 

Fennec sighed and came the rest of the way in, closing the door behind her before walking to your bedside.

“You know it wasn’t your fault,” you started, “I’m the one who got distracted.”

“I could’ve kept a closer eye on you,” she said with a shrug. “That’s kind of my whole job.” 

“Fennec,” you chuckled, grabbing her hand to hold in yours. “Tell me, how many times have I been injured like this?”

“... Before this, none.” 

“Exactly. You have an excellent track record! And you can’t blame yourself for this. That guy was in my fight circle, not yours.” 

“Didn’t stop me from showing him what-for afterward.”

You grinned. 

“See, there we go, it all evens out!” 

A small smile tugged at the sides of her lips. She nodded toward the wound. 

“How’s it feel?” 

“Eh, it’s fine,” you gave an exasperated sigh. “The doctor says I basically can’t do anything for several weeks, maybe longer.” 

“Oh, how tragic, you get to lounge and not lift a finger.” 

“It is tragic!” you scoffed at her sarcasm. “You know I can’t stay still to save my life.” 

“Literally so, yes.” 

That got a good laugh, and subsequent wince, out of you. 

“Honestly though,” you brought your attention back to Fennec. “Please rest. You can’t care for me without caring for yourself first.”

Fennec’s lip twisted into a pout before she gave a slow and reluctant nod. 

“I’m hand-picking my proxy, though.” 

“Deal.”

~~~~

Time was lost to Din while he worked. 

Shoveling coal, pouring liquid ore, sculpting and hammering, rinsing and repeating. Anything to keep himself occupied. 

He couldn’t afford to spare you a thought. If he did, he’d spiral again. He’d berate himself in his mind, hearing his Queen’s voice asking him why, why he let every single perfect opportunity to preserve the glory of Mandalore slip away. 

And then the icing on the cake: why he’d done the exact opposite of his directive. Why he saved the life he was sent to eliminate. 

No, no. It was all too much. Too painful to face. Mostly in part because he just didn’t know. 

Night after night since returning to the palace, he’d toss and turn trying to find an answer, some form of explanation. He had no reason to go in and save you during that raid. Leaving you to die would not have brought a single thread of suspicion his way – he would instead be hailed with the rest of the crew as one of the unfortunate heroes who couldn’t save you. He could re-don his armor and go back home with good news and no questions.

But no. 

He played that moment in his mind over and over again, but it never made any sense.

It was as if everything else faded away. Every natural instinct belonged to you; like he was being controlled by something outside of himself, he was beckoned to you. Nothing could’ve stopped him. It was all at once exhilarating and terrifying. 

It had been almost two weeks since the incident, but no matter what Din did, you were seared into his thoughts. 

Kuiil gave him endless opportunities to go visit you. To take a break and relax, to check on the rest of the crew even. He didn’t take a single one. 

There was no telling what he would do if he saw you again. All he could predict was that it would simply make the hole he was falling through darker and deeper. 

The worst part was the fact that he liked you. He liked what you gave him: security, dignity, knowledge, opportunity. Hell, you’d offered to teach him to read. 

He couldn’t stay here. Not if he couldn’t go through with his mission.

He hammered away at what would soon be a sword. With each swing downward he channeled every bit of that confusion, every ounce of wonder and beauty that you had displayed so cruelly yet so intoxicatingly, and tried to expel it all into the metal laying below him. 

Ridding himself of your influences had to rid him of this strange addiction. Right?

~~~~

Days and days of inactivity blended together and passed like months. 

Though you floated in and out of consciousness during most of them, you’d never felt more bored. You could hardly sit up without needing assistance, which meant most of your time was spent in a singular position on your bed. Cobb would come by and tell you the happenings around the castle, Omera brought you books from the library – including your old favorite – and Sir Fett would make a point of keeping any of your other needs cared for. 

Your mother poked her head through the doorway before coming in with him on her heels, a tray in his hands. Your head immediately lifted as you slowly shifted to sit up more. 

“What’s all this?” You couldn’t keep down your grin if you tried. 

“Now just because you’re bedridden doesn’t mean we’re missing our tea date!” 

Your heart swelled with warmth. Wow, you loved your mother. 

Sir Fett gently placed the tray down to suspend over your lap before taking his post outside your door. 

“How are you feeling, my dear?” your mother asked as she poured both cups of tea. 

“About the same,” you said with a smile. “It only really hurts if I move.” 

She placed your teacup into your hands before caressing your forehead. You leaned into the contact, and she sighed. 

“You gave me quite a fright, you know.” 

“Yeah, I was there for that.” 

“So you’ll understand when I say no more travel, right?”

You sighed but nodded nonetheless. Seeing that coming didn’t make it any easier to accept. You took a hesitant sip of your tea and decided to hold back any usual argument you’d make. 

“How have things been? Have I missed anything major?” 

“Oh, everything’s fine,” she stirred her tea with a little delicate spoon before tapping it on the side and setting it down. “The Queen of Naboo offered to send extra protections when she heard what happened to you.”

“How did she hear so fast? It’s only been a week.” 

“Oh, honey,” Your mother set her teacup down. “It’s been about a month and a half since your incident.” 

Your mind began to lightly spin. A month and a half?

You shook your head in an attempt to alleviate your disorientation. Suddenly the heaviness in your bones made more sense. 

“The doctor did say your oversleeping may disrupt your sense of time. But all well and good, your body needs this time to rest and repair.”

Apparently so. You took a deep breath and brought your cup towards you for another sip.

“But anyway, our allies often ask for progress reports about you. They want you safe as much as everyone here.” 

That had your mind racing in other directions. When was the last time you had even spoken to anyone from the Naboo royal family? You couldn’t recall. The last thing you remembered hearing was Leia’s promotion to head of the Senate. You nibbled at a biscuit and mentally planned to send something their way when you had a chance. 

“So,” your mother placed her cup down on its saucer. “As I’m sure you recall, you are still forbidden to leave this bed until the doctor deems you well enough. Which means that while you regain your strength, myself or a council member will be bringing you highlights from each council meeting.” 

You nodded along and sipped more of your tea.

“And I’ve put an indefinite pause on your training.” 

You spat out your tea. 

“What do you mean ‘indefinite?’”

“Dear, please!” 

You ignored her distaste for the tea droplets that now dribbled down your chin, along with the way she dabbed at them with a handkerchief as if she were cleaning up after an infant. “Ma, you can’t do that, it’s all I’ll have when this is over!” 

“Now what does that mean?” 

“It means, if I can’t go anywhere, I will have no other stimulating physical activities to partake in. I will not just sit and wait around for the next council meeting, you know.” 

She sighed. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s done.” 

Your head flopped back until it hit your pillow, a million thoughts swirling through your head. That wasn’t something you’d considered. You figured you’d be in the clear as long as you stayed on castle grounds. She knew people like Mr. Vaun didn’t just fall out of the sky. 

… Mr. Vaun. 

You hadn’t seen him since getting back to the palace. On one of her visits Omera had told you what he did during the raid, what lengths he went to to save you. How he’d dove in head first, the panic and urgency so evident on his face. And you’d spent all that time believing it was Fennec or Omera that got you out of there. Hell, you even considered him to be the culprit in your dazed state. You couldn’t believe how far off you’d been. 

You hadn’t even had a chance to thank him yet. 

An argument sprouted in your mind. You sat back up and looked towards your mother. 

“... You do know my spear instructor is the only reason I’m alive, right?”

“I do.” 

“Not only did he save me, but his battle skills took out so many of those bandits. Maybe half, all by himself. So many more chances they could’ve had at me if he weren’t there.” 

“Where are you going with this, honey?” 

“If I don’t keep learning, I won’t be able to do that for myself. Isn’t it only right that I use every tool at my disposal against an assailant?”

Flashes of what you saw suddenly crowded your mind. The blood, the corpses, the unaffected look on his face. His words in the carriage didn’t stand a chance against those visuals. 

Were those skills you even wanted? They were horrifying, but considering what happened to you… maybe they were skills you need? 

… Unless that was just going too far, down a slippery slope of violence that you may never be able to recover from. You gulped and tried to push the doubts away. 

“I’m not one to deny the importance of learning new skills, not at all. But I do think at least a little time away from any sort of combat is necessary. Not forever, but just for now. Okay?”

Not okay. Not at all. Once on your feet, you wouldn’t last a week without those lessons. The others, sure, that wouldn’t be so bad. But already you were too eager to get back into that sweatroom to train with Mr. Vaun. To really try and pick him apart, figure out what it was about him that was so mysterious and scary. 

But in lieu of a response you merely sat back and let your body go slack against your pillows.  

~~~~

Fennec sat beside Omera in the mess hall and sighed. 

“How is she today?” Omera asked. 

“She was finally up for a whole day. Says it’s getting better. I should be grateful she’s bitching so much about being bored,” Fennec chuckled. “That’s the real sign.” 

Omera smiled and placed a hand on Fennec’s shoulder. A beat passed before they both returned their attention to their food, light chatter from others cushioning their own silence. 

Omera recalled the last conversation she had with your doctor. Another week or so and you’d be ready to start trying to walk again. She recalled the scene right after the incident: you lying motionless in the cabin, the interior covered in your blood. Your lips had been blue and dry, like something had sucked the life out of you. She swallowed the lump in her throat and gulped her water. 

“Omera,” Fennec whispered. 

Her concerned tone broke Omera’s trance. 

“... Are you okay? You’re crying.” 

Omera scrunched her brow, bringing up a hand to her face. Fennec was right. 

“I know it was scary,” Fennec began, gently grabbing Omera’s raised hand with her own. “None of us have ever seen her like that. We thought she was going to die.”

Omera shut her eyes and took a slow, deep breath. Fennec squeezed her hand. 

“But she didn’t,” Omera started with a nod. Fennec’s warmth was like a gentle weight, bringing her back down to the present. She gave her a smile. 

“That’s right,” Fennec said with a grin. 

Fennec’s grip slowly loosened, her hand still aloft. A tinge of conflict, of insecurity, was in her gaze. Something Omera had never known her for. 

“I’m… I’m grateful you were there.” 

Fennec’s words were firm despite the waver in her voice. 

“Not just for her. But for me.” 

Omera smiled. 

“Fennec, I jus-”

Fennec’s hand caressed Omera’s cheek, wiping away the stray tears that laid there. The rest of Omera’s words were long gone, her heartbeat quickening.    

Fennec’s eyes bore into hers. That fiery intensity was enough to burn Omera right there, but damn it if she wasn’t willing to run right into it. 

Fennec brought her hand around to the back of Omera’s head, bringing her slightly closer-

“Hey, there he is!” 

Their attention was drawn to the familiar voice. It was Cobb, chasing down Mr. Vaun, who was walking outside at a quickened pace.  

Fennec and Omera looked at each other. A shyness overcame Omera and she backed away just as Fennec pulled her hand back. 

“... We should see what that’s about.” 

Fennec abandoned her food and took off after the men. Omera allowed herself a moment to breathe, pressing a hand to her chest in hopes of steadying her racing pulse, before following suit. 

“She’s been asking for you ever since she woke up, now why haven’t you seen her?” 

Cobb had caught up to Mr. Vaun, a hand on his shoulder to deter his escape. 

“There’s… been a lot to prepare,” he started, refusing to look Cobb in the eye. “Her Majesty has increased security and patrols. That means more weapons.”

“Oh, come on now,” Cobb sighed. “You can’t refuse Her Highness, especially not after saving her life.” 

Fennec and Omera jogged up to them. 

“Been wondering where you’ve been, Vaun,” Fennec said. 

“I’m trying to convince him to go see the Princess,” Cobb said with a pointed look. “She won’t stop asking for him.” 

“Can’t blame her, can you?” Omera said, walking around to face Mr. Vaun.

She looked at his face: dark circles around his eyes, weighted and slumped shoulders, like something was haunting him. She took a breath and smiled at him. 

“The community’s grateful, but none more so than her.” 

Mr. Vaun’s dark, casted gaze did not sway her. He crinkled his brow. Omera tilted her head. 

Fennec and Cobb looked at one another with confusion. 

“... I feel like they’re speakin’ a silent language,” he whispered. 

Fennec mumbled in agreement. 

A beat passed before Omera smiled at Mr. Vaun.

“It’ll be great,” she nodded. “And it would mean so much to her.” 

His eyes dropped down. 

“... and to you, too, I think.” 

A gulp slowly made its way down his throat, a sigh escaping him before his eyes found hers again. 

Something about them was the slightest bit softer, like she’d unveiled something precious, unknown to a casual observer. 

“What do you have to lose?”

His face tensed once more, as if he were in pain. 

“You’d be surprised.” 

There seemed to be something else to his words. Something Omera wasn’t sure how to interpret. But it also seemed… weak. 

“But… it kind of seems like you want to, don’t you?”

He was silent again. What must’ve sounded like nonsense to Fennec and Cobb was the only thing Omera could think to say. Something in Mr. Vaun’s resolve was off, and she was determined to prove it. What he was fighting, she hadn’t a clue. But if the Princess wanted to see him, she’d make sure that happened.  

“Fine. I’ll see her.” 

A wide grin spread onto Omera’s face. Mr. Vaun lightly shook his head and let Cobb walk him away by the shoulder. 

Fennec and Omera fell into step beside each other. 

“How did you do that?” Fennec asked, “it’s like you reached inside and pulled out his soul.” 

Omera laughed. 

“I don’t know about that.” 

She could feel Fennec’s gaze on her. But she didn’t dare look to see the pure admiration in those eyes.  

~~~~

It was late when you awoke from your nap. The sun had set beyond your window, a slight breeze brushing your sheer curtains back and forth. You stretched your arms as much as your torso would allow before gently sitting up and taking a sip of water. 

With each day that passed the pain grew more dull, though it was still very much present. It shouldn’t be too much longer before you’re back on your feet full time, the doctor had said. 

Didn’t help in decreasing your boredom. Hardly anything did anymore. How could it after so long? 

You sighed and looked at the scenery poking through the curtains. Bright stars were scattered throughout the black sky, like specks of paint on a dark canvas. Shadows of colorful space dust decorated the top of your window. 

It took you back to your childhood: sneaking out of the castle to look at the stars, hiding by climbing up a tree and poking your head up to take in the cosmic wonders above you. You’d shiver, sometimes waking up with colds the next morning, until the night Sir Fett caught you.

You were still a little girl, sneaking back in through the back garden to the passageway you could’ve sworn was your secret alone. He was waiting at its entrance with a feigned seriousness, only to chuckle and wrap you in his cloak. 

He helped you get back up to your room without being seen, trying to cover your ears as you passed your parents’ room so you wouldn’t hear your father yelling. 

You sighed. While being a child came with the reward of innocence, it wasn’t without its complications. Its own difficulties. They were different than they are now, but they were not absent. 

A knock at your door brought you back to the moment. Fennec poked her head in.

“Princess, you have a visitor.” 

Fennec’s grin was somewhat devious, but before you could ask her why, she pulled the door farther open for Mr. Vaun to step inside. 

It was like whiplash, seeing him again. He was reserved, eyes cast to the floor and stature drawn in. You couldn’t tell if he was just nervous or if he really didn’t want to be there. 

Regardless, you couldn’t help the smile that pulled at your cheeks. 

****

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[boom-fanfic-a-latta]

I followed you originally because of the princess of dreamland AU and stay for all of the sonic content

That’s fun!

also SPEAKING OF I NEED TO ACTUALLY WRITE MORE OF THE TRIPLE DELUXE ADAPTATION FOR POD—

[mrs-lockley]

WIP Game

Tagged by the lovely @soft-girl-musings!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagging: @v4mpires0ap @writefightandflightclub @wint3r-h3art @starryeyedstories @themarcusmoreno but only if you want to!

List of WIPs and their summaries are under the cut!

Current WIPs:

Reach for the Moon: Sabrina AU Pairing: Romantic Jake Lockley x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, Platonic Steven Grant x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, Unrequited/Platonic Marc Spector x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader To heal your broken heart and move on from your unrequited crush on Marc Spector, your family sends you to help establish your cousin's bakery in Singapore for two years. You return to New York as a more confident woman, but you find yourself picking up the pieces of your broken heart (again) after meeting Marc as he continues to heal from his divorce. Sensing the pain and heartbreak between you and Marc, Jake steps in to create some distance to help both of you heal, but things don't go according to plan. No Moon Knight AU.

We'll Always Have New York: Roman Holiday/Casablanca AU Pairing: Jake Lockley x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader Wanting to get out of California, you temporarily move to live with your aunt in New York to help take care of her after her fall. Not wanting you to spend your time looking after her, she suggests setting a blind date between you and one of her old coworkers, only for him to stand you up at the restaurant. Mortified and heartbroken, you seek refuge at a nearby coffee shop where you meet a taxicab driver, Jake Lockley. Takes place before the events of Moon Knight.

A Thousand Cuts Pairing: Marc Spector x WOC!Reader Heartbreak is something you and your friend, Marc Spector, are familiar with. After one night of drinking and tears, you and Marc make a promises to each other to never fall in love again, but you soon find yourself breaking that promise. But you'll be alright, it's just a thousand cuts

Your Roots in My Dreamland Pairing: Namor/K'uk'ulkan x Filipina (Kapampangan)Sirena!Fem!Reader Part 2 of Where the Spirit Meets the Bones. After reuniting with his Sirena, the King of Talokan returns to Asia's Pearl of the Orient to see her again, only to learn that his Sirena is not what she seems (aka her human backstory revealed).

As You Wish Pairing: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x WOC!Reader The three times Santiago almost tells you he loves you, and the one time you realize he was in love with you. Loosely based on the Princess Bride. Slight Triple Frontier AU where you are Yovanna's best friend and Santiago is her neighbor.

General ideas with no details (yet)

Once Upon a December, Hades & Persphone AU First Order!Poe Dameron Miguel O'Hara x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader

Untitled, Noir AU Jake Lockley x Femme Fatale!Reader

Where There is Love, There Will Be Light, Swan Lake AU Santiago "Pope" Garcia x WOC!Reader

Untitled, Hephaestus & Aphrodite AU Din Djarin x WOC!Reader

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Since I was gone so long I thought I might do a little reintroduction 🧠

Hey people I love! 🫀

My name is Colson but you can call me Col or Jinx. I was on here originally as Jinx before my Tumblr disappeared but for about two years I've been back and mostly used Col. I'm great with either 🌹

I'm a trans man, he/they 🏳️‍⚧️

I'm mostly a Yungblud and Machine Gun Kelly fan page, I do fics, updates, and pic edits but I do a little bit of everything with a lot of my life sprinkled in, sometimes including my health problems (I'm open about all of it if you ever have questions) I actually love questions and asks as long as people are nice 🖤

Just thought I'd introduce myself in case any of my mutuals are new. This is somewhat of an 18+ blog, at least leaning that way but all I mean by that is sometimes subjects are a little mature. Thank you for stopping by and I hope you enjoy! Stay a while if you want just please be respectful. I don't tolerate any racism or hate against the LGBTQIA+ or mental or physical health hate. I'm sure I'm missing something but you get the idea I'm sure. I love you all and I'm here if you need me!

-Col the Jinx 💕

🖤 Masterlist 🖤

Yes Daddy Verse/Saga of Smut

Dom x Colson

Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly

I Think I'm Okay (prequel)

5 Times Col Came in His Pants and 1 Time He Finally Made Dom Do It

Drown Out The Demons

Romcom Bullshit

Much Better Workout

Sex and Candy

Claimed in Ink and Cum

Sweet as Sin

Yes Daddy

Spoiled Princess

What Daddy Likes

Like I Love You

Reverse Cowgirl Barbie

Sex on a Stick

Baby Boy

Pure No Longer

Sext Edits

Adventures in Toyland

Full on Sex Symbol

They Felt Eternal

Their Natural State

Ride or Die

Sin on Stilettos and a Cotton Candy Soul

Crimson Coated Candy

Piss Drenched Devil

Chocolate Kisses and Golden Showers

It's a Nice Day for a White Wedding

Sin in Snow White Taffeta and Latex

Freshly Fucked and Beautifully Filthy Manhandled Marionette of a Bride

Watercolor Wet Dream Come to Life

Drifting Deep in Hopefully Wet Dreamland

Flesh to Flesh

Five Times is a flashback series in the Yes Daddy Verse, it is set between the prequel and the first chapter- Yes Daddy. I placed it all in order 🖤

Adventures in Toyland is a follow up series to the Yes Daddy Verse, I'll still list them all in order and may add to any sections at any time. Let me know if you have ideas! 🖤

It's a Nice Day for a White Wedding is a follow up series to the Yes Daddy Verse happening after Adventures in Toyland, they're all listed in order and you guessed it, the boys finally get married! 🖤

-Omegaverse AU-

Gunpowder and Watermelon

Autocorrected Anxiety Attacks and Messy Sexts

Pachyderms and Pointed Teeth

Knocked Up Knockouts and Cheesy Puns

A Little Less Sparkle, A Little More Reality

The Overwhelming Significance of Surprisingly Small Jellybeans

The Folly of Fracturing Sharp China and Soft Hearts

Fear and Lusting in London Flats

The Inevitability of Egos Clashing and Vicious Tongue Lashings

Of Sugar and Spice and Virgin Tight Asses

A Rebel's Yell and a Gangster's Paradise

Candy Hearts and Paper Cut Families

Photogenic Admissions and Confessional Panic Attacks

Little Shop of (W)horrors in a Pastel Hell

The Inescapable Moment of Truth and the Consequences of Open Black Hearts

Milk Chocolate Cherry Kisses and Birthday Wishes

Working Out the Kinks Under Hot Lights and Wanting Stares

The Taming of a Wild Boy

The Dynamics of a Bright Future and How to Reach It

Pride and Phenomenal Passion

Stereotypes and Salt in the Wound

What to Expect from an Expecting Omega

Patched Up Cuts and Mixed Up Blood

Alpha, Omega, a Nuisance, a Rebel

Lost Boy in Toyland

Starry Eyed and Punch Drunk

Mirrored Reflections and Babes from Outer Space

Believing in Love Songs and Tall Tales

Go Down Just Like Holy Mary

Piss Kinks, Morning Drinks, and Brand New Nicknames

Animated Arguments and Matching Love Languages

Screaming and Dreaming for the Future

Son of Rage and Love

Son of a Bitch and Edgar Allan Poe

Couch Confessions and Heavy Petting

Early Spawning and Other Lessons (Family Don't End With Blood)

One Flew Over the Klepto's Nest

Old Magic and Animal Aptitude

Strawberries and Cinnamon Toast

Your Body is a Wonderland

Born With Horns

In the Midst of Mild Madness

What's in a Name?

Spare the Rod Spoil the Alpha

To Cut or Not to Cut

Our Blood Got Mixed Up So I Guess We Belong to Each Other

Feels Like the Very First Time

Headboards and Scratched Tats

Best Alarm Clock

The Beasts Inside Disguised as Beauty

Popsicles and Pink Cheeks

The omegaverse AU is separate from the Yes Daddy Verse. The boys are still themselves but in an ABO world. Alpha Col and Omega Dom

-The Viking and the Fae- (an AU)

Where the Sea and Land Kiss

A Chieftain's Vow

Under the Thrall

The Long Sword's Hilt

Taste Like the Sea

Inga Knows Best

Feast Fit for a King

How the Waves Dance

The Forest Meets the Sea

The Soulmate Stalemate

The Taste of Truth and Tall Tales

The Wave Cresting

The Wave That Drowns

The Red Sea and the Viking Who Conquered It

Seal With a Kiss

A Broken Past and a Sea of Tears

The Siren's Tease and the Secrets Spilled

War and Pieces of Each Other

The Storm that Rocks the Waves

The Hush Between

Viking/Selkie AU. Separate from other fics but still Dom and Colson

[heal-the-ashes]

Welcome to my blog! Hello! Oh, and I guess this is important: My blog will cover spoilers for all the media I talk about. I am a writer, literary editor, musician, beginner artist, beginner coder, and I somewhat consider myself to be a baker. I'm also learning French and other languages. I like puzzles and mysteries and murder mysteries. I am autistic. I like sharing quotes I make. And talking about games/characters I like, especially character analyses and the psychology behind actions and all of that. I like science and like to do extensive research on things. I am also deeply emotional though it may take me a while to show it. Evocativeness is easily achieved with me when talking about special interests. (Especially PL at the moment.) I will post various types of media [art and text] but I do not think I will post videos. The franchises I like and the specifics are below.

The Professor Layton Series: I have played all mainline games. I have not played the crossover. I have read a few books and the LBMR manga. Eternal Diva is my favorite movie. I do not dislike any character except Bronev and Bill Hawks. Most of my posts will likely be related to this series. And I will most likely get excited with ideas, for I truly do love this series and it has changed how I view the world and I am deeply thankful for that. I will be sharing thoughts about headcanons as well as canon. The Fire Emblem Series: I have played every game that has released after Awakening, and have watched Path of Radiance. I will admit I'm not caught up with FEH because I'm not interested at the moment. However, my favorite characters are the MCs of the games, and Alear is probably my most favorite one. The Kirby Series: Played every mainline game after the release of Return to Dreamland. Air Ride too. I quit Amazing Mirror and Mass Attack halfway through. Magolor is my favorite character. The Zelda Series: Played most mainline games except for the really old ones. Spirit Tracks and Phantom Hourglass I have not played either. Wind Waker I sort of played but not really. Favorite game is Breath of the Wild and I do not really like Tears of the Kingdom. Favorite character (I'm basic) is Link. Favorite mangas are Four Swords and Twilight Princess, though I only have the Four Sword one. Can't find the TP ones. The Cookie Run Series: I am a Cookie Run Kingdom and Ovenbreak player. I have played up to the Silver Kingdom and now I do not play the story anymore. Favorites are Pure Vanilla Cookie and White Lily Cookie, and yes, I ship them. The Sherlock Holmes (BBC) Series: Watched up until Season 3 and I will not watch Season 4. The Hounds of Baskerville and A Scandal in Belgravia episodes are the ones I remember most. Honestly, probably won't talk about this much, but it's something I've sort of recently been interested in. Undertale and AUs: Glitchtale and Underverse are the AUs I follow(ed?) most. I have played Undertale once and did not go back for other endings. Favorite characters are Chara and Gaster. Genshin: I have played up until Fontaine. Some of my favorite characters are Albedo and Furina. I am also into Pokemon, Mario, kind-of-sort-of getting into Persona. I also read (one of my favorite books is Howl's Moving Castle. Also watched the movie but that was at least 10 years ago.) I will also talk about other games/franchises and other things as well. Feel free to interact. And feel free to ask me for writing tips and grammar corrections. I do like doing that. Tags are the series/franchises I will most likely talk about most. In no particular order except PL is the first one.

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[hangmanbradshaw]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @urmomsonfire and I figured I should keep going with the writing questions today!!! (thanks kale, love u)

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 17

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 796,198 (do we think I can crack a million in close to a year we'll see)

3. What fandoms do you write for? I'm still living in Top Gun summer so I'll just be vibing here for a while

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

i want to brainwash you into loving me forever (nfl fake dating au)

baby, i'm howlin' for you (wolves & foxes au)

i can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland (rival princes au)

loose lips sink ships all the damn time (pirates au)

Love (Suite Love) (my travlor inspired AU lmao)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to!! I'm really behind right now because I get really sucked into writing (and life, been very busy with my social calendar at the moment) but eventually I'll go through and catch up. Writing like this is for community, ya know? Engagement? Making friends, being crazy together, it's the vibe. (Plus every time a comment notification dings, an idea angel gets its wings lmao it's my fave part- talking to people)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Unhappy ending? Don't know her. I guess you can make my wish come true just cuz it ends with them deciding to kidnap the president and cyclone being like oh my god

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? it's 2am and i'm cursing your name is pretty stupid sweet but also wanna be your left hand man/iwtby left off prettyyyyyyy sweet

8. Do you get hate on fics? Everyone's always been sooooo sweet.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? *glances at my work from the corner of my eye* yes. just yes.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? My mummy fic has actual mummy characters. But I've written a lot of like inspired ones? Some loose, some closer. One based off the Mummy, one that's a mummy/national treasure crossover LMAO, one off Jurassic Park, one off Twister, one off Beauty & the Beast kinda, one off princess & the frog, one kinda princess diaries 2/how to lose a guy BUT I actually have an insane idea I came up with recently that would be a uhhhhhhh crossover I guess........I'm giggling as I think about it

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't think so? I hope not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? some people have asked! So maybe soon.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? nope! but I love to riff with other writers. i'm way too particular about my own work to co-write probably tbh

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Hangster currently! prev: buddie, destiel, sharpay/gabriella from hsm (leave me alone lmao).

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? if I post I am going to make myself finish but I have some I've never posted that I doubt I'll finish (one's a rivals fake dating destination wedding)

16. What are your writing strengths? I'd say melancholic fluffy humor and banter, others have told me world building and being lowkey emotional

17. What are your writing weaknesses? being concise and angst actually- I struggle with that sometimes

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Amazing when people can do it, but I tend to avoid writing it since I'm not fluent.

19. First fandom you wrote for? High School Musical and then I took a massive break and started with Top Gun again.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? I love all my babies for different reasons but IWTBY & That Little Farm are currently my true loves

Tagging anyone who wants to do this, also @paulmezcal as a welcome to tumblr (no pressure you def don't have to do it haha)

[mayullla]

Depending on where you wanna take the dollhouse au, I dont see a hero being present either. Tbh i prefer if it has a bad ending to really drive home that it is a psychological and body horror. However, I do think Dain would be one of the more lenient and subtle dolls (as my previous submissions of him had mentioned).

Also LOVE LOVE LOVE that Toy Story brainrot post lmfao. Im so evil for relishing a child's misery but she was being an entitled brat so she had it coming. Imagine that girl being so haughty with her demands of being adored by the dolls playing knights, and theyre all like: "do we have to—🤨😑" and would prefer to adore mc as usual instead lol. The ones that got handpicked were prolly: "you wanted us to adore you, right? Then why are you running, dearie~" That same night when her stolen dolls were returned, mc goes to dreamland again and everyone else is dressed as her knights/princes/lords while she is crowned as their only lovely princess~

☆Starlight Anon

Related to this for the hero topic and this for the spoiled kid topic

If I ever put a role of a savior I will add it way wayyyyy later lmao. It is too soon The reader has yet to grow up and head back to the house. I want her to notice, I want reader to suffer a little more before I give her a rope. Now where does that rope leads to? well who knows.

Hahah kids can be like that sometimes. Lowkey thought that this may have been a bit too harsh but hey I can't say anything here seeing that I made it harsh from the beginning. It is labeled horror for a reason.

Yeahhh they would totally be like that, and while they would give you so much attention in your dreams most would not show you what had happened to the girl in her dreams. Well... that is the case for most of the characters.... Now if you ask maybe Dottore or Scaramouche well hahah they would probably show you in their own twisted amusement what was happening to your friend.

I would not be surprised if you woke up cold sweat.

Also yes she would totally win all the games with Cyno right beside her hahah

[rosenallies]

h/c 26 with sick au 🥺

This list only went up to 25 so I just did 25 so I hope that’s ok!!

25. “I’m going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly.”

——

“Dada! Daddy! Noni! Wake up!” Natalie exclaimed, bounding into their bedroom and jumping on the bed, mindful of Synthia but full of excitement.

Gia and Kendall had already been awake for a bit, nursing cups of coffee and chatting idly while Synthia slept, but Natalie had sufficiently yanked him from dreamland.

“Is that the birthday girl?!” He said excitedly, with as much enthusiasm as he could muster moments after being woken up.

“It’s my birthday! It’s my birthday! Are we still going to the zoo!?”

Natalie bounced on her knees on the foot of the bed, her hands clasped together.

Gia and Kendall bit their tongues, leaving the answer to Synthia. The only thing that would have kept them from their zoo trip was how Synthia was feeling, that was what was promised anyway, if he felt okay, they would go to the zoo.

Despite the migraine that already bloomed at his temples, he nodded. “Of course, baby girl, we’ll be the first ones there.”

Natalie shouted with excitement. “Yay! Thank you, dada!”

“It’s still early, princess, why don’t you come with me and I’ll make breakfast so dada can rest a bit for our big day?” Kendall suggested, leading Natalie out of the bedroom, Gia and Synthia staying behind.

“I’m going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly,” Gia sucked in a breath, “how are you?”

“I’m fine,” Synthia tried, though Gia saw right through his lie, their suspicion confirmed when a ray of light from behind the blinds travelled across their room, making Synthia wince.

“Migraine?”

He nodded. “So far it’s just that, I’ll be okay.”

“The zoo is outside and you just winced at the tiniest bit of light.”

“I can’t ruin this for her, Gi. I was sick her last birthday and this past Christmas. I don’t want her only memories of me to be that.”

“It won’t be,” they argued, “maybe we can go to the zoo tomorrow or this weekend instead if you’re feeling okay.”

“That’s the thing! ‘If’! ‘If’ is not good enough, we’re going. I’ll take some of my migraine meds and we’ll take my wheelchair just in case. I’m not going to ruin this for her, I won’t.”

Gia sighed, seeing there was no use in arguing. “Okay, fine, but if it gets too much we’re leaving, Kendall will agree and I’m sure Nat would too.”

“I know. I can do it, I promise.”

Gently rubbing his scalp with their fingertips, Gia nodded. “Okay, get some more rest though, okay? I’m gonna go help Ken with breakfast.”

“Okay,” Synthia agreed, getting comfy under the covers again, “wake me for breakfast?”

Gia kissed his forehead. “Sleep well, baby, I’ll see you at breakfast.”

[the-king-and-the-druidess]

Mordred x Morgana, The Nightmare Begins AU, Magic & Dreams

It was a lovely quiet evening when it all began.

Princess Morgana went to bed, her cool soft pillow smelled of moonlight and lavender. Soon she fell asleep, fell deep down. She rose in a dreamland. Darkness and a cold, oozy lake water greeted her. The darkness was charged, waiting, threatening. It whispered secret words of the days that are no more.

Morgana, all alone, waded through the pitch dark, her feet splashed the water softly, her sheer nightdress' hem was so heavy. Supernatural fear, a premonition, consumed her whole being. All this already happened once, all this is yet to happen.

Suddenly a tiny light lit up in the darkness, a tiny sphere of golden light to guide her to her predestination. She walked, then ran to it. The light magnified and Morgana saw it was a candle, thin, flickering, calling.

The handle was held by a Black Knight whose face she couldn't recognise. His cold blue eyes burned her, but Morgana's heart ignited with a great love for him. She reached out for the candle, but it suddenly turned into a sword blazing with everlasting fire. The Knight knelt before her, his eyes closed, with the sword in his hands. The air emitted a foul smell of sulphur and pyre to burn a witch on; and Morgana fainted, fell back.

She awoke in the real world, and the magic awakened in her by the Black Knight caused the candle on her night table to burst into flames. Her chamber was all on fire. Morgana's screams of terror imprinted his face in her heart, and that is why when she meets him nine years later, she will recognise him immediately.

[juneboat]

You say that frans shippers are likely to be straight males but really from my experience (don’t ask) the vast majority of frans shippers I’ve seen tend to be straight females because the way that they write Frisk and Sans in their ship aus often have the same cliches that i’ve seen in straight romances written by females ie an au where Frisk is a kind princess who runs away from being wedded from a bastard prince and gets together with King Sans like does that not sound to be a plotline from a cliched romance novel written by a straight woman?

frankly i think we've just had opposite experiences lmao, or rather just experiences from different corners of the fandom. i've seen mostly the blatantly horny side, while you seem to have seen mostly the stuck-in-heterosexual-dreamland side, if that makes any sense lol

most of what i've seen is all the boring annoying occasionally straight-up uncomfortable r34-type shit, sexualizing frisk to oblivion and making less than no story-based excuse for it to happen, just turning them into toys of pleasure for weird straight people

but hey, what else is new i guess