#the prince is making a little heart w his hands in his still <3 i like wolfguys design but i kind of fucked up making his paperguy good at-

[beeapocalypse]

court of the wayward prince

[allforhee]

ੈ✩ — 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 (ONESHOT) | PARK SUNGHOON

୨୧ pairing — streamer/gamer!bf park sunghoon x fem!reader

୨୧ synopsis — dating sunghoon was like flipping two sides of a coin. on one side, it felt like you were dating the sweetest introvert known to man. but on another side, you felt like he was the loudest extrovert (and gamer) that ever lived. you tried living with it, in this little bubble. but when sunghoon starts acting sensitive and eventually forgets your anniversary, that fragile bubble finally bursts.

୨୧ genre — non!idol au, established relationship, angst BUT with a fluffy ending cuz why not, shy!sunghoon but open when he's only with you

୨୧ warnings — cursing, sunghoon being forgetful, miscommunication trope (i'm sorry), bottling up feelings, arguments between you and hoonie :(

୨୧ word count — 1,752 words, 9410 characters (NOT PROOFREAD (cause midterms sucks ass))

୨୧ author's note — sorry for the mini hiatus y'all i have my midterms!!! #busygall but y'all have seen gamer!bf hee, but what about sunghoon? i feel like he's quiet on the outside but his gamer side is so.. this for my ice prince (but with a heart of gold) girlies... sorry for the angst!!!!!!

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌.

opposed to his loud and obnoxious friends, he tended to let out a small chuckle instead of a crackling laugh. at first (and around you), he was like that.

obviously you two liked each other in secret, because sunghoon didn’t know what to say, and you weren’t sure if he liked you back.

so when you two started dating, where you would stay over at his place more often (and eventually it felt as if you two moved in together), was when you found out about his gamer side.

turns out, behind the striking radiation of his monitor, was a completely different sunghoon. instead of his usual quiet self, he was loud as any other streamer. you could practically hear his laugh echo through his apartment as he did his streams.

you didn't want to disturb sunghoon in the middle of his streams, so whenver you needed something, you'd text him (even if he won't reply immediately, it was a good try).

but over time, you got more comfortable around each other. sunghoon even told you that "it's okay sweets, just call my name and i'll respond."

so you did. you started with little "what do you want for dinner?"s and a "i'm gonna go to sleep, okay?"

the first few times you'd do that, sunghoon would answer with a sweet "um, do you mind getting some takeout?" and a "okay sweets, sleep well."

but then, he would get easily irritated. his sweet replies turned into sharp responses like "just get whatever you want, i don't care."

you understood that you were bothering him. you saw on his screen how he was losing the match (maybe? you didn't understand what he was playing), and you didn't want to anger him further. but you knew at one point, the bubble would one day burst.

it was a friday. but it was your 6 month anniversary. you had everything planned, you planned a dinner with him, and got him presents. you especially got him a custom made keyboard keycap with your initials engraved, and one of a little penguin. you were determined to make today special.

you woke up at seven, seeing your boyfriend's still sleeping figure, ready to start the day by making some fresh waffles for the two of you before you had some uni classes at ten.

you had everything decorated, the waffles drizzled with honey, and a little sticky note next to it that wrote "happy 6 months hoon <3" and two cups of steaming hot coffee.

you got ready and dressed up, waiting for sunghoon to come down. the clock's hand at the number 8. but slowly, the hands on the clock that hung on his wall moved. from 8 to 9. the ice in his coffee slowly melting. the waffles no longer warm with the love you made for him.

you wanted to wake him up. but after his sensitive behavior at you a couple weeks prior, you were scared.

when your phone read 9.50, you realized that sunghoon wasn't waking up anytime soon. so you packed your bag and wrote a little note under the previous sticky note reading "i'm off to uni, enjoy and i can't wait for tonight :)" to let sunghoon know you were at uni. so you left.

thankfully, you only had 2 classes, so by 3pm, you were on your way home. you were excited to see sunghoon, half expecting him to wait for you by the door with his arms open.

you were lucky you hadn't expected 100% that sunghoon would be there. because the moment you stepped in your shared apartment, you felt emptyness.

the plate of what once was filled with waffles on the table was half eaten, his now empty glass of coffee sitting in the sink, and the sticky note you'd left on the ground. it wasn't crumpled or anything, but you were hoping he atleast read it.

knowing it was a friday and that sunghoon would be back from uni at 5, you determined to get yourself ready for that night.

you wore his favorite dress. you did your hair the way he liked. you had everything ready for him.

you sat in the living room waiting for sunghoon to come home. the time on your phone read 5.03pm. he should be wrapping up his classes now.

but you knew this feeling all too well. this feeling of deja vu as the clock's hands slowly moved from five to six. six to seven. seven to eight. before you knew it, it was almost 11pm as you were in the bathroom washing off the streams of dried mascara from when you were crying.

the moment you heard the apartment door open, you had no expectations. even if a little piece of you hoped that he'd come home all dressed in a suit, a hanful of flowers, and a plausible excuse to his lateness.

but as you stepped downstairs, makeup slightly washed off from the dried mascara, was when the words "what are you all dressed up for gorgeous? it's 11pm," slipped from his mouth. finally, that bubble burst as your fractured heart finally broke into pieces.

there he was, still in casual wear, hair slightly a mess, clearly reeking of alcohol. he was out partying.

that's the moment sunghoon sobered up. the sound of your sobs. never in your six months of dating has he ever seen you in this state. yes, you had arguments left and right, maybe some tears from rewatching la la land for the hundredth time. but never this.

"no no no, sweets what's wrong?" he asked, his once drunken eyes now filled with worry as he tried to pull you into his touch.

"you don't get it sunghoon, do you?" you snapped at him, swatting his hands away. you never used his government name. it was always hoonie, or baby. but never just sunghoon.

"get what sweets? why are you wearing my favorite dress? if you had told me this i would've come home earlier." sunghoon defended.

"you seriously forgot? you ate the waffles, drank the coffee, i even wrote you a note! were you just so caught up with your stupid games that you just forgot?" you ranted. you had enough.

"what sticky note? i woke up at ten and the place was practically empty, i saw the waffles on the table and the coffee and i just assumed that you made breakfast and left for uni." sunghoon proclaimed.

"you know what? i'm gonna go to bed. i can't handle you anymore. just go scream at your monitor, or- whatever." you sighed, heading upstairs into your shared bedroom.

sunghoon sighed, his hands on his hips, before running a hand through his hair. at that moment, he spotted the small heart sticky note under the dinner table. he hunched over and grabbed it, before he read what you had written on it.

the moment it clicked, he rushed upstairs. your six months. six. he can't believe he forgot.

as he stepped into the bedroom, he saw you in that dress, about to take it off. his favorite dress. "sweets i'm so sorry-"

"sorry won't cut it sunghoon. you've been so sensitive lately and all i wanted was to spend some time with my boyfriend! but no, you just had to play your stupid video games." you argued.

"no, you're the one who's been so distant lately! so i've been occupying myself with those stupid games to distract from my thoughts that maybe you would break up with me!"

"but that doesn't justify the fact that you just plain out forgot and left me to rot here!" you screamed at his face.

"i was out with the boys because i was trying to figure out how to tell you i love you!" he confessed, head hung low.

your once dried eyes filled with tears once more. in a panic, sunghoon cupped your face in his hands slowly wiping away the tears away, before you buried your face in the crook of his neck, trying your best not to break into pieces.

"i think we need to work on our communication." you mumbled in the crook of his neck.

"what do you mean, sweets?" he asks, slowly caressing your hair.

"because i love you more, hoonie." you whisper in his ear.

"that's impossible." he pushed you away from the crook of his neck, wiping away your tears as he pushed your hair away from your face. he looked in your eyes with a dashing smile.

his smile felt so infectious, that you couldn't help but shoot him a smile back, "because i love you most, sweets," before he kissed you.

his hands were painfully warm compared to your cold touch, a side effect of hours of waiting in the cold living room.

you smiled into the kiss, pulling away to take a deep breath, spotting sunghoon staring at you like you were his whole world, before you dove into another kiss.

"sweets, you know how much i love this dress on you." he mumbled into the kiss.

you pulled away and let out a laugh, "oh i know, it was supposed to be my little gift to you."

"oh but i probably deserve a punishment for making your heart break like that, i mean you were crying for hours! i'll do anything, what do you want?" sunghoon asked, ready to give you what seemed like the world.

"take a break from playing your games." you asked from him. looking into his eyes.

"well that's not as bad-"

"for a month."

"no no no i can't do that! you know the money i earn from my streams basically funds your shopping habit. i mean how am i supposed to dress you up in such beautiful dresses?"

you chuckled at his response, blushing at how affectionate he was being. "how about just two weeks and i'll make you breakfast every morning? or i could play animal crossing with you?" sunghoon begged.

you sighed into him, finally giving in knowing how much he hated playing animal crossing. he just thought it was stupid and there was no challenge to it. "okay. two weeks, breakfast, and animal crossing. but could you at least teach me how to play your games with you though? i feel bad that you have to hear me yap on about my favorite villagers."

with a chuckle, sunghoon kisses your temple, "for you, always."

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[solxamber]

Heyya saw you're still open, so I will request my favorite character. I've been seeing a lot of RSA!Silver. So it's about Silver and MC/Yuu still not in relationships. Then some shenanigans happen. Where there's RSA version Silver shows up. I'm not sure if he can be a different character or personality, but the interpretation is up to you.

Imagine how RSA! Silver can be more up front showing affection to Yuu but Silver is not. It ends up confusing Yuu's feelings and makes Silver try his best to show his affection too. It's making RSA!Silver and Silver fighting over Yuu. Hopefully no problem.

Silver x reader x RSA! Silver

loved the idea! thank you for waiting and i hope you like it <3

It all starts during a spell misfire, and suddenly an RSA student who looks exactly like Silver but acts a little differently is standing in the middle of the headmaster’s office, looking only mildly concerned. “Well, well, what do we have here?” Crowley had crowed, immediately shoving the “guest” into your care.

The RSA Silver is… different. He’s friendlier, more open, and somehow even a little more dazzling with that unguarded smile he flashes your way. He introduces himself as a knight-in-training who’s proud to serve his prince with a wink and, surprisingly, a slight bow directed at you.

“This should be fun!” he says with a laugh, catching your stare.

Silver — your Silver — is already watching from the shadows, his calm gaze hardening when he sees RSA Silver’s warmth towards you. Normally, Silver isn’t easily rattled, but he finds himself lingering close, always observing this other version of himself who seems so openly comfortable with you.

The jealousy is subtle at first: he stands a little closer, making excuses to keep you nearby when RSA Silver is around.

And you? You’re a little bewildered yourself. This easy-going RSA Silver is affectionate in ways you aren’t used to — patting your shoulder when you’re joking, walking close enough to brush your arm, offering to help you with even the most minor tasks.

He’s friendly, sure, but it stirs up a mix of confusing emotions when compared to the quieter, more reserved Silver you know.

One afternoon, RSA Silver and Silver both linger in the garden as you sit with them. You’re laughing at something RSA Silver says, and he leans in, his expression soft. “I know we only just met, but it feels like I’ve known you for ages. When I leave, would you—”

Silver clears his throat, cutting RSA Silver off. “There’s no need to trouble them,” he says, almost flatly, surprising you with the way his usually calm expression is edged with something sharper.

RSA Silver just smirks. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you,” he teases, crossing his arms. “But it’s cute.”

Silver’s jaw clenches. He moves closer, his presence steady and warm at your side, more open than usual. His gaze softens when he looks at you, a small but genuine smile on his lips. “I don’t think you need anyone else,” he murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear.

By the time RSA Silver’s two days are nearly up, the confusion you feel is almost overwhelming. Your heart’s been tugged between two versions of the same person, each showing you a different side.

When RSA Silver finally approaches you, his expression is thoughtful, almost reluctant. “I’ll be leaving soon, but… I’d like you to come with me. My world could use someone like you.”

It’s tempting, for a moment. You glance at Silver, the one who’s been by your side all along, steady and loyal, the one whose quiet strength has already won your heart.

You shake your head with a soft smile, looking back at RSA Silver. “I appreciate it, but… I think I’ve already found what I’m looking for here.”

RSA Silver accepts your answer gracefully, with a small, wistful smile. “He’s lucky, then,” he says, clapping Silver on the shoulder in a final parting gesture before disappearing in a swirl of magic.

As soon as he’s gone, Silver’s gaze locks onto yours. “Thank you,” he murmurs, his hand reaching for yours. “I… I wasn’t sure if you—” His words trail off, and without thinking, you lean up and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I always liked you, Silver. Just you.”

His face softens, his cheeks just barely pink, and he smiles — the genuine smile you don’t see very often. “I was hoping you'd say that”

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[nebulaafterdark]

More Than Anyone (Part 7)

Warnings: 18+ smut, targcest, lactation, childbirth

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Y/N’s term is complete, her body aches. Though she rarely complains, perhaps she knows it will do no good. Or perhaps she had bore enough children that she is used to pain.

Aegon is not sure which. Dutifully he climbs into their bed each night, to hold her and soothe her tense muscles after a bath. Pressing the lightest of kisses to her skin. “After this babe we need no more heirs.” He kisses her temple reverently. Aegon does not wish her to suffer. “You have performed your duty. The crown is satisfied. I am satisfied.”

“What happened to ‘as many as you’ll give me?” Y/N jests. That’s the number of children he’d once asked her for.

The prince smiles, “I watched you bring our son into this world…I would not wish that pain on my enemy, least of all my dearest love.”

“But it’s worth it, wouldn’t you say?” Y/N grunts as she turns to face him.

“Our children are very dear to me.” You are also dear to me.

“Mayhaps this conversation should be tabled for a day when there is not a child pressing against my organs. I might be able to think a bit more clearly.”

“You know, my sweetheart,” Aegon begins chasing another train of thought. “The Maester once told me that babes can be coaxed out the same way they’re coaxed in.”

“Oh?” Y/N smirks, passing a hand over her swollen belly.

“Let me see here.” Aegon leans forward, giving sweet kisses to her bump. Then helping to work her nightgown and small clothes to the floor.

“Aegon,” she flushes, not used to his eyes on her in this state.

“You are beautiful,” he murmurs. “So pretty, so…full. Wonder how you’ll fair with my cock in you.”

Y/N whines, as he cups her breasts, thumbing her nipples to peaks before suckling at the left. The princess is so sensitive that she nearly bursts into tears. The soft pressure of Aegon’s lips finally draws the first signs of milk from within her. “Aegon.”

“You were brought into this world to be mine.” He murmurs, lapping at the droplets. “All the nights I lied awake, to drown myself in cups and wonder, ‘why me?’ I see it all so clearly now. I had to be born who I am and you had to be born who you are, so that our paths might cross. There is nothing we could do about it, our fate was written in the stars. This body longs for me as mine longs for you. All these years wasted fucking whores, to find relief from the aching hole in my heart, when it was you. My sweet girl.”

Y/N inhales sharply, as he latches on to the opposite breast. “I love you dearly, Aegon. So much so that my heart aches with it.”

He hums against her. To be loved, he had so often longed to be loved. His wife was born of love and therefore will never know half his demons. Though when he shared them, she took half their weight.

The Princess faces a different set of battles, to prove herself, to accept what is afforded her, acquired through fire and blood.

“Fuck,” Aegon sighs, his cock sliding easily into her warmth as she lies propped up against the pillows.

Her grin is lazy, spread across her lips like the cat who ate the canary. In this moment, she is every bit the spoiled little thing some thought her to be.

Her husband shifts his weight back on his ankles, fucking into her hard enough to make Y/N gasp. “Just there?” Aegon cocks his head to the side.

Y/N nods as he ruts against that spot within her. Fingers fumbling around in search of his hand. So much of her pleasure and her pain is held in his palms, where she finds comfort and strength in times of need.

Aegon twines their fingers together, feeling Y/N squeeze in time with her cunt. Full breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust. “To think this is what you’ve hidden from me all these years.” He clicks his tongue at her, never were his eyes allowed the privilege of her beauty great with his child.

“I still wish to hide,” she admits.

Aegon chuckles, draping the top sheet across her middle with his free hand. Watching with the softest of gazes as his sweet girl situates the material over her breasts, taking it down nearly to the place where they are joined. His strokes are slow and deep, lulling his wife to a gentle peak.

Y/N lets out a tiny sob as his hips snap against hers in quick succession. Throwing her headlong into a second orgasm, which soaks both of their thighs in her slick.

“Good girl,” Aegon praises, thumbing at her twitching bundle of nerves.

“Aegon,” she warns, catching his wrist.

“Once more,” he murmurs, close to the precipice himself.

“I can’t,” the pretty little thing hiccups beneath him.

Aegon only hushes her, “you can, sweetheart.”

“It hurts.” Too much of a good thing always does.

“Shhh,” he soothes, circling the swollen nub softly.

Tears well up in her eyes as she finds Aegon’s gaze.

“I’ve got you,” he coos.

The princess feels another climax building low in her belly. Breath leaving her in short puffs. “I-”

“I know,” Aegon groans, feeling her inner walls flutter around his cock. He draws pleasure from her cruelly. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Y/N wails, succumbing to him once more. Denied the ability to come down by his deft fingers, nudging back the hood of her pearl. “No more.” She pleads, bottom lip quivering. “Please, Aegon, please!”

The sound of her desperate pleas hurtle Aegon to his peak, cursing as thick ropes of cum fill her twitching cunt. Sore and twinging from exquisite torture.

He pulls out after a moment, collapsing beside her and brushing sweat damp hair from her face. Soft kisses as Y/N catches her breath, drying any trace of tears.

“That was an awful thing to do.” She chastises, no fire behind her words.

“Forgive me, my dearest love.” Aegon repents, helping to situate his wife on her side, a soft pillow cushioning her belly.

Y/N sighs, his arms coming round to stroke the babe in her womb.

“I will kiss it better, if you wish.” He taunts, earning a slap to his forearm.

“Don’t you even dream of it,” she nuzzles farther against him, despite her protest.

“Will you have your maids attend the birth this time?” The last time it was only the two of them. It was peaceful.

“If I ask for you and only you, will you be terribly upset?”

Aegon shakes his head. He would not be upset, “it would be my great honor.” To deliver another of their children…especially if this is to be their last.

Y/N let’s out a yawn, “that is what I want.”

————————————————————————

The morrrow comes too soon, forcing Y/N from the warmth of her bed to tend her duties. A council meeting, as heir, the princess cannot miss it.

She listens carefully, seated at the long table. Rhaenyra was born to be queen. Y/N hopes to make her proud.

As the minutes drag on, Jacaerys can’t help but notice his sister shifting uncomfortably in her chair. He inches closer, “sister? Is everything alright?”

To his surprise, she seizes his hand, squeezing tightly for a moment before exhaling harshly and coming back to herself. “I am well.” Y/N forces a smile as she releases his fingers.

He gawks at her while the blood returns to his hand. “Your labors.”

The princess quiets him. “Not now.”

“Are you mad?” Jace hisses, “this is not something you can postpone.”

“Mmm.” She hums out, low in her throat. Earning Daemon’s attention and then her mother’s.

“Is something the matter?” The Queen demands, they know better than to behave this way without cause.

“No. Forgive me, your grace.” Y/N chokes out, through a contraction.

“Yes,” Jace rats her out, “her labors have started.”

“Well,” Rhaenyra offers her daughter a kind smile. “You are excused, Princess.”

“Thank you, your grace.” Jacaerys nods, helping his sister to her feet.

“Ah,” she clutches at her lower belly as she stands.

Jace tosses her arm over his shoulder for support.

“Can’t believe you told her.” Y/N scowls, shuffling from the council room into the hall.

“Did you think I’d let you give birth during a small council meeting?”

“I could’ve made it.”

“Liar.”

“Fuck,” Y/N curses, forcing her legs to continue toward her chambers.

“How painful is it? If you had to say?” Jace wonders, soon his wife will be birthing their babe. He is doing his best to prepare.

“It is the worst pain I have ever known,” Y/N pants out. “Yet I would do it a hundred times more.”

He takes comfort in this. That it would be worth it; for her, for Baela. “Perhaps I could deliver my babe. Do you think Baela might like that?”

“I do not know, Jacaerys.” She bites out. “You are a kind man, a good husband, you will be a wonderful father.” Breathe, breathe. “But it is hard to speak at a time like this.”

“I apologize. Let us get you to Aegon.” The Prince sighs, hobbling down the corridor. Of course there’s the stairs, his poor sister…

“I can’t,” Y/N sobs out. This child is coming, she will not make it to the top. “I can’t, I can’t.”

“Y/N, tell me now, what can I do?” Jace helps her down, kneeling beside her on the bottom step.

“Send for Aegon, please hurry.”

“Surely you mustn’t be alone.”

“It’s just up the stairs, down the hall. I will be alright.” Y/N assures him.

“Very well,” he gives her shoulder a squeeze, making to stand. Dashing toward their chambers, Jace finds Aegon within. Newly clothed, unhurried.

“What is it?” Aegon frowns at the intrusion.

“Y/N is having the babe.” Jace pants out, having sprinted. “At the bottom of the staircase. Now.”

“Now?” Aegon all but shouts, rushing past his nephew, down the hallway and taking the steps two at a time. He finds his wife hunched forward, with her hands resting on her thighs, still fully clothed. “Sweetheart.”

“Help me,” Y/N pleads, shoving his arm up beneath her skirts.

“I’ve got you.” He murmurs, feeling the child has already begun crowning.

Y/N whimpers, this part never gets any easier.

“That’s it, sweet girl. We’ll have this babe in no time.”

Jacaerys is a few steps away, facing outward. Ensuring their safety and privacy in this moment.

“Oww, FUCK!”

“Breathe,” Aegon reminds her, their child’s head in his hand.

Her thighs tremble, aching from holding up her weight. Aegon peppers gentle kisses to the side of her face.

“I love you, more than you will ever know. And I am forever grateful for the family you have given me.” Aegon murmurs, as his wife bears down, the shoulders are tricky. “Our family.”

A few more moments of agony and the baby is in Aegon’s arms. Announcing their arrival with a loud wail.

“Thank the gods.” Jacaerys breathes, still facing away.

“Another boy, my darling.” Aegon informs Y/N, as she slumps down in relief.

“His hair-”

“I have been waiting, hoping even.” Aegon admits. “For a child with your features, perhaps you heard me in there, hmm?” He cooes at his son.

“Aegon,” Y/N smiles.

“Hmm?”

“His name,” she explains. “I wish to name him Aegon…after you. My dearest love.”

“Are you certain?” Tears prickle at the back of his eyes.

Y/N knows he can deny her nothing. “I have never been more certain.”

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[opaloharas]

halloween with gilf miguel

happy halloween ! i am returning again with my favorite man ever, gilf miguel the loml. this is just another stand-alone drabble while i plot and scheme. thank you to @bluesidez and @slushycoookie for being gilf miguel lovers 2 & 3 ~

warnings: Miguel being fluffy and cute, trick or treating, fluff, MIGUEL MAKING A SUGGESTIVE COMMENT AT THE BEGINNING, suggestive ending too, not proofread rlly, uh like i said before, gilf miguel is 55 reader is like late twenties early thirties and are in love. this is self indulgent.

as always, if you are a minor, please DO NOT engage w my content!

divider from @anitalenia!

Halloween was Miguel’s favorite holiday. It has been ever since he was little and when his mother would make him little costumes- either Frankenstein’s creature, a little prince, or his favorite costume: a vampire.

So, it was no surprise that even at 55, he wasn’t feeling a little bit like a child as he got ready for tonight.

He finished adjusting his blood red tie, fixing his shirt to make sure his belt buckle of a bat was showing. He quickly looked in the mirror, fixing the strand of full pepper hair that fell into his face.

“Miguel!” You called, resting against the stair rail, looking up to where your shared bedroom was, “Gabriela will be here soon with Fernie!”

Miguel put an extra pep in his step, eager to take his grandson trick-or-treating for the first time ever. He grabbed his wallet and the little candy bag he bought for his grandson- claiming they were going to get two tons of candy so a new bag was needed.

He stepped onto the stairs, holding his arms out, showing off his costume. With a grin, he adjusted his long black velvet cape that was brushing against his slack covered ankles.

“I vant to eat your pussy!” He spoke in a mock Dracula voice causing you to roll your eyes and beckon him to come down the stairs.

“That’s getting you sent to the nursing home.” You joked, shaking your head, showing off your Tinkerbell costume, which was just a pastel green cardigan, white pants, and a little green bow on your head. Halloween was never your strong suit when it came to throwing together a makeshift costume. Your makeup was applied perfectly, and even though Miguel instantly wanted to cancel the plans for tonight to make a mess of it, he decided against it, settling for planting a little kiss on your forehead when he was on the second to last step.

“Gorgeous.” He sighed softly, cupping your cheek with one of his hands. “My Tinkerbell.” He hummed, trying to kiss your lips when the doorbell rang. Instead of feeling disappointed, his heart raced with excitement, his face lighting up as he walked quickly to the front door.

“Good evening.” He spoke in a spooky tone, looking down at his daughter and his grandson who was dressed as a sloth. “Mijo, where is your spooky costume?” He asked, feeling a little disappointed but was still excited about spending time with his only grandchild.

Gabriela rolled her eyes and hugged her dad, “Fernie needs to be home by eight. At the latest. And I am sorry if his costume is not spooky enough for you, he is five and he likes animals.” She nodded, moving to steal a handful of candy from the jack-o-lantern basket that was in the foyer, ready to be placed on the front porch.

While her and Miguel exchanged a few words about ‘letting the boy wear a scary costume’ and several more complaints from Gabriela, you decided to introduce yourself to the little man of the evening. “Hi, Fernie, I am your grandpa’s friend.” You squatted down to his level, watching as he looked you over with a look that resembled Miguel’s ever so slightly.

Without saying a word, the boy hopped onto you, holding onto you demanding to be carried around. He yelled an enthusiastic ‘bye mama!’ to his mother before yapping about how much he loved his costume. Miguel looked at the two of you, shoulders slumped ever so slightly.

You rested your hand on his back, sensing his disappointment, “Come on. There are so many houses we need to get to..” You hummed in a soft tone before guiding everyone back outside, a bright smile on your face.

Trick-or-treating with his grandson was everything that he could imagine. Despite it being unseasonably warm, and maybe Miguel having to take off his cloak that made his costume a little less… exciting.

Regardless…

The childish joy and enthusiasm radiated throughout your party and seeing Fernie’s bright smile as he got handfuls and handfuls of full-sized candy bars (ones Fernie claimed he only saw in movies), sour gummies, and various other sweets.

“Let’s go to this house!” Fernie cheered, his little legs running up a long and bending driveway, trees decorated with little witch and ghost decorations. Miguel kept up a good pace behind him, “Fernando! Do not get out of my sight! You are dressed as a sloth! You need to be slow!” He called after the young boy, causing him to stop and give his grandpa his sweetest puppy dog eyes.

Fernie looked at you, holding his hand out, “Since grandpa is slow, will you come with me?” He pouted, causing you to wave your hand.

“Patience, honey, he is holding your big bag of treats! You would not want him to drop that, would you?” Your voice soft and kind, and you watched as Fernie stopped and waited rocking back and forth on his feet.

The venture up the driveway was short after Miguel caught up, placing his hand on the small of your back as he escorted you to the front door.

“Trick or treat!” You all chimed in unison, causing the owner of the house to smile, “What a lovely family!” She chimed, gracing Fernie with three handfuls of sweets, before the little boy ran down the driveway eager to get to the next house, leaving you and Miguel behind to catch up.

Before too long though, you were holding him, carefully rocking the small child as you walked, Miguel holding the massive bags that were bursting at the seams with sweets.

“So, how was your first trick-or-treating endeavor with him?” You asked softly, glancing up at him with twinkling eyes.

He glanced down at you, warmth filling his heart. He never thought that he would be able to feel anything even relating to love again.

“You know… it probably has been twenty or so years since I have been out in Halloween festivities like this. I remember the day that Gabriela told me she was too grown up to go get candy. Lydia told me not to be discouraged or upset. But, still. My baby was growing up. Still didn’t deter me from decorating. But, that is neither here nor there.” He shrugged, “This has to be one of my favorite nights though. I am with two wonderful people I never imagined I would be with.” He flashed you one of his famous smiles, the one that made the corner of his eyes wrinkle ever so slightly.

Warmth filled your face, and now you were not sure if it was the unseasonably warm autumn night or your lover’s sickly sweet words. “Miguel, I cannot stress how wonderful and amazing tonight has been. Thank you for trusting me and granting me this opportunity to spend time with Fernie.” You spoke, your love for the man filling your whole heart.

The walk back to your shared penthouse was quiet and peaceful. Occasionally, Miguel would place a piece of candy to your lips, giving you an expectant look. You graciously ate every piece he offered you, giving him an appreciative smile.

When you got home, Gabriela was waiting for the three of you. You all exchanged quick hugs and farewells before you and Miguel settled inside for the night. You dismissed yourself to go upstairs, expressing you wanted to shower and get ready for bed. Miguel loitered around downstairs, basking in the love he felt tonight and how he was over the moon that he got to spend time with some of the most important people in his life. He unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, toeing off his shoes while he slowly made his way up the stairs after doing his version of the Halloween closing shift (drinking chocolate milk and eating a few more pieces of candy.)

He opened the door to the bedroom, eyes widening as he saw you in a black silk robe, legs crossed om the bed. “W-what is all this?” He asked, shedding his shirt onto the floor, leaving him in his slacks, belt, and undershirt.

“Happy Halloween, Count Miguel,” You purred, peeling off your robe, offering him his favorite treat of the night.

[trentlife]

PARIS LOVE & SIGHTS

summary: you walk in on a shock surprise of trents new hair and the day after you both attend louis vuitton fashion show in paris, and he's obsessed with you and your perfectly fitted dress.

authors note: im still getting used to writing smut, so bare with.

warnings: language, smut 18+

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a long day of shopping for your 3 night trip in paris was finally finished. your boyfriend wanted to treat you, like he always does, to go out and shop for yourself. along the way, you also picked trent a few bits up too for your upcoming trip to ibiza after paris, just the basic, shorts, tops etc.

you walked over to your car, full handed with your bags, and placed them into the car trunk.

"finally" you mumbled to yourself, as your hands were literally about to fall of if you didn't put the bags down.

you made your way out of the city centre of liverpool and went back to trents house. you hadn't seen him since this morning, and you couldn't lie to yourself saying you hadn't miss his little face.

when you pulled up, there was a car that you hadn't seen before, and didn't look familiar, but you just went on thinking it's probably a worker or someone trent knows.

you took the bags out of the trunk and opened the door to the house. you were greeted with koba and prince jumping all over you, and their tails wagging happily, as you leant down and fed them with hugs and kisses. until you heard the sound of slippers approaching you which made you look up to see your man. but strangely looking very different.

"w-woah, hang on, when did this happen?" you were shocked, even though, he was looking a little too hot you had to say.

he placed his hands out in front of him, and you placed yours in his as he helped you off the floor.

"do you like or not?" he asked you giving you a spin of his head.

"i actually love it, different, but very cool" you gave your opinion to him and felt his hair as he gave you a smirk.

"i've missed you" you told him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, as he placed his hands on your bum.

"ive missed you more baby" he replied, closing the gap, and connecting your lips together.

the next day

today was an exciting day. you, trent, his brother and tylers girlfriend, we're all heading to paris for a louis vuitton fashion walk. the excitement you was feeling was amazing. i mean, louis vuitton? it felt surreal.

you finished packing up yours and your boyfriends last bits, like chargers and your makeup kit.

you where stopped when you had a trail of kisses up your neck, and big hands curling around your waist.

"t-trent" you gasped, with the feeling making your heart beat so fast.

"trent let me finish this, maybe we can do that tonight ok love" you said squeezing his cheeks, and he gave you a pouting face.

the car that was taking you to the airport was finally here, you got your suitcase and handbag while trent got his. you texted livvy, that you were both on your way, and you took a seat in the car next your boy.

he placed his hand on your thigh and gave it a quick squeeze.

"omg, no way kim k, zendaya and beyonce will be there tonight" you we're scrolling through your socials, and that news was like a present, you were such a big fan of beyoncé and loved zendaya in her films, and kim, she's just iconic.

"it will be packed there, but it will be boss" your boyfriend replied to you with no we're near the same energy.

you pulled up at liverpool airport, and met up with tyler and livvy. you all gave your passports in before being escorted to the pj. (private jet)

as soon as you got comfortable, sitting next to trent and opposite livvy, the first thing you done was eat one of your favourite snacks in the world, nutella and strawberries.

"so trent, what was the inspo for the hair do?" livvy asked him, looking at his hair.

"you know what, i was thinking, this is like the only hairstyle i haven't had, so why not." he replied, running his hand over his hair.

you couldn't help yourself, as you sat there, you leant over and started twirling your finger at the end of his braids, getting ready to finally took off.

you fell asleep on trents shoulder, with his hand still on your thigh, and his head leant over yours.

eventually you touched down in paris airport, and woke up. you picked your bags up and walked off the jet to the cab, and made your way to the hotel.

"being her is giving me flashbacks of last year" trent spoke, as he watched out the window.

"yeh when we got robbed, and them poor fans" you interrupted him, because this isn't a trip you wanted him to feel down on.

when you arrived at the hotel you checked in, and you and trent made your way to your shared room. as you went in.

trent's outfit was already sorted by his personal shopper, a cream lv jacket, pants and shoes, but you knew the main attraction of this look would be his new hair style and everyone would go insane over it.

you had a quick warm shower and then began getting ready doing your hair, slick back, long braid and then began doing your bronze eye makeup.

your outfit was classy to say the least, a long black maxi dress, that showed your figure well, and it also held your boobs nicely, and they looked. perfect.

you matched it with black diesel denim heels, lv earrings and jewellery and obviously your lv bag.

you where finally done and you were just waiting on your boyfriend to come out of the bathroom so you could leave.

"y/n have you seen my a-"

he walked out, and as soon as he saw you, he couldn't take his eyes of you, he was lost for words.

"omg, you look insane y/n, fuckkk" he said making you twirl around him to get a better look of you.

"so do you my love" you smiled up at him and held his face in your hands, and slowly gave him a few pecks making sure to not get your red lipstick on him.

"allow me to undress you later?" he asked unable to take his eyes off your perfectly placed boobs.

"of course mr handsome." you giggled and started walking out of the hotel room with your hand in trents and waiting in the lobby to get picked up.

you all arrived at the event, and your hands were still locked with your boyfriends as you walked threw the crowds to get to the red carpert.

the photographers shot a few pictures of you both and you knew how much of a hot couple were, but then you decided to leave him so he could get a few solo shots.

you and livvy were walking together behind your boyfriends linking, as they lead you to the seats. you sat down carefully, making sure not to crease your dress and waited for the show to begin.

trent kept whispering his opinions to you about each look that walked past, and telling you what he liked about each one.

"oh my fucking god trent, there's beyonce!" you tapped his knee, and your excitement was bursting out of your body right now.

trent just looked at you and giggled, seeing how happy you looked, seeing your favourite singer just across the runway from you.

the show eventually finished, livvy and tyler went out on their own and on the way back you stopped at a restaurant in paris city centre for the after party, where trent met up with his best friend jude and his brother jobe.

trent was welcomed by them both and he introduced you to them. "jude and jobe this is y/n," trent said.

"ah hi y/n nice to meet you" they both said pulling you into a hug to greet you.

"you too!" you smiled at them.

you sat down and ordered your food and it eventually came, you were so hungry after a busy long day.

the conversations flowed so naturally between the three of them. they got along so well, especially trent and jude, and you where happy for him because he was like another brother to him.

trent and the boys were already onto their 5th drink and you only on your 2nd, you wanted to be sensible, so in case your boy got a little too tipsy you could be there and take care of him, but although it makes you giggle when he's like that.

later on when you all left, you and trent said your goodbyes to the boys and they went home to their hotel, while you and your boyfriend waited for your taxi to pick you up outside the restaurant.

the car ride was rather intense. trent wouldn't take his hands off you, especially your boobs, he already told you about 20 times before you came out how good they looked in the dress you where wearing.

"trent, we are in a cab right now, when we get in." you warned him, making sure the taxi driver didn't hear.

"but you just look to good y/n" he spoke, as he still didn't let go.

"t!" at that point you literally had to slap his arm off you.

you arrived to the hotel and said your thanks to the taxi driver and walked into the hotel holding hands.

there was no words when you got into your room. only with trent already pinning you onto the wall when the door was shut, and kissing up from your lips down to your chest.

"see these, these are mine." he told you pointing down at your boobs.

"yes all yours." you replied to him, slightly rolling your eyes, knowing hes was basically drunk.

you took your shoes off and he locked his soft lips with yours and he roamed his hands around your hips and then to your ass, and gave it a squeeze.

he reached the bottom of your dress and slowly began lifting it up off your body and chucking it on the floor beside him.

his hands landed on the back of your bra, and he unclipped it as soon as he could.

your nipple was in his mouth before you could even say anything, and he cupped your other breast in his hand.

he circled your nipple with his tongue, while he was in the process you ripped off his jacket, and started tugging at his pants, until he was left in his boxers.

he picked you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist with your arms around his neck.

he placed you on to the bed and hovered over you, slowly reaching his hands to your panties, and began pulling them over your curved hips.

you did the same with his boxers until you were both complete naked.

he placed his finger over your clit and began rubbing over it slowly, while he reached down and gave you a passionate kiss, as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

"t please," you moaned into his mouth, before he eventually slipped two fingers inside of you.

"your so fucking beautiful, why did i let you go out looking this hot?" his voice tickled in your ear.

you didn't even reply to him, you where just lost in the moment. he slowly removed his fingers from you, and slipping them into your mouth.

"trent please, fuck me good, especially with that new hair, you look sexy." you begged him, you just couldn't get over how bad boy he looked with the new braids, they were doing stuff to you.

trent wasted no time, and slipped his length slowly into you, and gently adjusted himself.

you grabbed him and kissed his face off. your surroundings were going blurry as he fucked you passionately, just how you liked it.

your back arched into the covers on the bed, as you began coming on his hard cock, until you reached your orgasm, and trent eventually pulled out and cleaned up the mess around you both.

he settled back into bed with the both of looking out of the balcony and seeing the eiffel tower in the distance, with trent stroking your back as your bare chest laid on his, this really is the city of love.

the end.

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[keroppimelon0]

๑ -- ‘ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ’

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛɪᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴏʏ ɪ’ᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇɴ <3

๑ – synopsis : you can’t help it. seeing dan heng sitting next to you so peacefully reminds you of why you’ve fallen so hard for the guard of the astral express.

๑ – notes : first time posting on tumblr + writing for dan heng!! i’m a massive simp for him so this is just a teensy bit indulgent but i can’t help it, he’s just so gorjuss i am WHIPPED for this man

๑ – relationship : dan heng x reader

๑ – w/c : 1526

DAN HENG was not a confrontational man.

that’s why, when you just so happened to stumble across the faint light peeking out from under the archive room door, he didn’t mind when you let yourself inside. nor did he mind when you sat yourself down beside him after plucking a random book off the ground - a fairytale, one you weren’t really interested in.

instead, your eyes scan the frame of the man sitting beside you, his soft breathing mixed with yours the only noise in the room, minus the gentle rumble of machinery as the astral express moved through the galaxy. you’re so lost in thought, your voice bubbles past your lips before you have the chance to even think about what you’re going to, and have just said.

"you're gorgeous."

the words tumble past your lips before you can properly comprehend them. he didn't even seem to notice, if not for the gentle dust of pink across his cheeks and tips of his ears. dan heng was quietly reading beside you before you decided to suddenly compliment him.

"hm?" was his nonchalant response, misty blue-green eyes flickering to your face for a second. the moment your eyes meet, there's a quick jolt of electricity that sparks between you both, dispelled as quickly as it came as his eyes return to the words across the script he quietly read.

"i'm what?" His clear crisp voice rings out in your head. you half acknowledged his sound of curiosity beforehand, still reeling from the embarrassment of admitting that dan heng was gorgeous in your eyes.

you couldn't help it - who could, really. just looking at dan heng, the way his onyx hair fell across his forehead as his head tilted down towards his book, the silken strands framing his gentle jawline. within the bathe of the milkyway shining down upon his skin from the window of the archives room, dan heng looks like he was taken out of the fairytale book that's nestled comfortably in your lap. a prince charming of his own design.

"..will you not elaborate? hm, very well." and just like that, he's dropped the topic. you don't know whether to sigh in relief or be a little disappointed that he didn't push it further, but you know that dan heng wasn't usually one for confrontation. at least, that's what he made it seem to you.

for now, though, all it seems you can do is continue to read the story you had lost interest in a long time ago. it was easy to lose interest in anything when the most gorgeous man you've ever laid eyes upon is sitting right beside you, reading as if he's unaware of this fact. probably because he is.

you wonder if dan heng is actually aware of all the times he's caught your eye, if he's aware of how he makes your heart seize so violently in your chest when he casts a soft glance in your direction. half the time, you're praying you don't die of a heart attack because that's just what he does to your heart - he has his hand wrapped around it and he doesn't even realize.

the soft sigh that leaves your lips afterwards makes you realize, finally come to terms with it. 'dan heng will never be yours,' because how can a man of such intelligence and grace ever like you?

just before your self-deprecating thoughts can swallow you whole, the gentlest brush of fingers against your own cheek makes you jump. you snap out of your reverie with little fanfare, lips slightly parted as you make eye contact with dan heng. this time, neither of you look away.

"you seem troubled tonight," his warm breath gently fans your face, and you're now acutely aware of how close he is to you. "is everything alright?"

you pause before you give your answer, wondering what you can say to him. you're distracted, because with his face so up close, you can see every inch of his stoic yet gentle expression. "y-yeah." you curse yourself for stuttering - can you really not control yourself around him?

but dan heng finds it amusing, as the corner of his lip quirks upwards before it settles back into a line. "very well," he pauses, his eyes scanning your face a little more intently, "if there is anything bothering you.."

"no, no! really, i'm fine." you manage to force out, giving him a half-hearted smile to go along with it. "i'm just.. thinking." that should do it, you think to yourself. he wouldn't pry, because dan heng is not a confrontational man. at least, that's what you would think...

"thinking.. and that requires you to stare holes into my face whenever i'm not looking?"

"ghK-" the noise that you make sounds like you've just choked on a bone, eyes widening to the size of planets as your face flushes crimson in seconds. "of course not! what makes you think.. w-what makes you.."

the words you were crafting meticulously in your head dies on your tongue as dan heng inches closer. he's no longer holding his book. rather, his arm has made its way over your lap, effectively trapping you in place.

"what makes me think..?" your jaw clicks shut as you dry gulp hard, bottom lip trembling as his face inches closer once again, close enough to smell his scent, the faintest hint of maple and newly opened books. a strange combination, but one that makes your heart practically leap out of your chest.

"i think.. that you have something to confess to me." your breath hitches in your throat as his nose touches yours. his lips, they're right there. inches away from yours. you let out a soft exhale, squeezing your eyes shut as you carefully lean in.

just as the gap barely shortens between you both, the sound of the archive room door slamming open makes you both jolt. in the midst of your panic, dan heng's head moves backwards, but yours moves forwards with the momentum, and your lips collide with his nose instead.

a familiar pink haired girl stands at the doorway, her blue eyes sparkling as she excitedly calls out for the male that had you held in his arms at that exact moment. "dan heng, have you seen-"

march's grin drops a little at the sight of the both of you. dan heng is clutching his nose, propped up against one arm as you frantically apologize over and over, hands flailing as you basically landed on top of him in the struggle.

"uhh.. you guys just.. finish up in here, okay?" march smiles, her hand flying to her mouth to suppress her giggles as she slowly slides the door shut.

"i'm so sorry- oh my god!" you feel tears pricking your eyes out of embarrassment as dan heng hisses, slowly moving his hand away from his nose, where a small, almost minuscule bruise has begun to form.

"it's fine.. leave it to march to never knock before entering.." dan heng grumbles, his cheeks tinted a soft pink as you bury your head into your hands. "i'm so sorry.." you apologize again, feeling the heat radiating off of you as a gentle gloved hand touches your shoulder.

"really, it's okay.." you peek through the cracks of your fingers, and you see his eyebrows are scrunched in concern. the guilt weighs on you along with the embarrassment, and you sigh miserably at the failed chance to kiss the man of your dreams.

rather, you feel a warmth brush your cheek, like a maple leaf falling against your skin. you barely have time to react before dan heng has leaned in, pressing the warmest of kisses against your soft skin. "there. now we're even."

your mouth opens and closes like a fish gasping for breath, and you can see his almost teasing smile before a dumb grin spreads across your own face. his position shifting slightly, enough to give you space to properly sit on his lap, was all the invitation you needed.

your lips collided with each other again and again until you both could hear nothing but the mechanical whirring of the archive room fading into nothingness around you.

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bonus:

the next morning, march peeked into the archives room to check on you both. your room was empty, so she definitely knew you never returned for the night. but seeing you and dan heng peacefully curled up together on his (honestly, uncomfortable looking) makeshift bed, she couldn't help but grin widely as she fumbled with her camera to snap a quick picture for later on.

"march, why are you spying on dan heng?" himeko raised a brow behind the girl who quickly made a shushing motion, sliding the door open a little wider so she could peek at the spectacle of the two of you happily cuddled up with each other. "ah, i see." himeko smiled mirthfully, shaking her head as she waved her hand. "just don't embarrass them too much, march."

march 7th snickered as she snapped another picture, knowing once you both woke up, the teasing you would get from her would be unimaginable.

hope you enjoyed!! i'm actually so scared to post this haha,, but i love dan heng he's my fav he's so babygirl

[starsfic]

well now i’m obsessed with what happens next in the art school au w wukong.

it must be genuinely scary to see someone usually so full of life be…limp? out of it? MK basically has to watch as Wukong gets worse, slurring his words and mumbling something indecipherable as Macaque and Nezha try and figure out what’s wrong. he’s delirious, sometimes happy and sometimes spaced out. sometimes he’s scared and asking for Azure.

MK probably sits with him as he mumbles nonsense and tries to decipher it all.

Again, not in the Art School AU, because there is no magic in Art School. This is a divergence of canon.

It felt like everything came screeching to a stop when Sun Wukong fell ill.

Not really. The sky was still cracking and close, to the point that there was almost a rhythm to it. The others had left, wanting to help the city prepare for even worse times ahead, while Macaque and Nezha worked on figuring out what was wrong. Qi Xiaotian stayed behind too, and he swore Nezha looked ready to burst into relieved tears when he said it.

His job was to stay by Wukong's bedside and tend to him.

Xiaotian wasn't disappointed. He refused to feel disappointed. This was all his fault, after all. He was the one to give Wukong the yogurt. So, he kept his mouth shut.

"Any changes?" It was now Day 3, and it seemed to be Nezha's turn for check-in.

Xiaotian shook his head, wincing at the heat of the cloth he pulled off his mentor's face. Into the bucket it went for Xiaotian to pull out a new cool one and set it on Wukong's forehead. Another wince ran through him at the groan. "No. He still has the fever, the trembles, everything."

Nezha sighed. "Has he talked?"

Xiaotian shrugged. "Not really? He's tried to, but all I get are mumbles most of the time." The other times, Wukong seemed lost to delirium, laughing manically or crying uncontrollably. Those few moments where he wasn't out of it were the best time to feed him.

Nezha tapped his knuckle against his lips, thinking. "May I ask if you can make out anything in the mumbles? I'm not sure why we didn't think of this before, but Wukong might know who did this to him. Or, at least, have a theory." A smile lit up his features and, for a moment, he looked like a little kid. "It's worth a try!"

"Wow, when did we switch roles-?" A groan made Xiaotian pause. The two leaned in, watching as Wukong's face scrunched up, sweat beginning to roll down.

"...ure...zu...." The words were so slurred that Xiaotian had to lean in closer to hear. "...ure...Azure!" Never mind. That was so loud that his ears ached. "Azure!" Wukong sobbed so loud that Xiaotian's heart almost broke, if it wasn't for the icy dread.

Even worse...

Wukong's eyes fluttered open, revealing his eyes were a strange, horrifying shade of lavender.

"Ah," Nezha sighed. He sounded like he was on the verge of tears. "It's even worse than I thought." A hand squeezed Xiaotian's shoulder and he looked up. The lotus prince seemed to struggle with what he had to say.

"I believe Azure poisoned him with a love potion."

[vexis-world]

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AN: omg its finally done I'm crying!!!! I'm so lucky to have been a part of something so awesome so thank you so much @queenpiranhadon she really is a legend and you can quote me on that - she's put so much hard work into this event and everything she's done has been worth it because wowww!! also thank you so much for the banners; credits to @queenpiranhadon again she is a multitalented queen! 🙏🙏

(lets also pretend i didn't rewrite this like 3 times and it lowkey still sucks!!!😁😁 )

warnings: mentions of tobacco, creepy old dude, umm not really much else but let me know if there is anything i can add!

words: 1801

enjoy!!!! <333

The prince of thieves, they named him. It was true in every way. Mirio was good, and kind. He was truly a prince at heart, good to all and so unbelievably gracious; generous. He was who people wanted to rule. However blood is not chosen at birth; but after, when you pick those who you surround yourself with. Found family is real. Mirio was proof of that! He was always with one of his friends, his partners in crime. Literally. His “first mate” if you will, Tamaki was his brother in all the ways that mattered. That is who this story begins with.

“I want to go home Mirio, this is a terrible idea..” Tamaki shakes as he speaks.

“Hey! Lets have some faith, yeah? When have my plans ever blown over, huh?” Mirio says with a smile, it seems as if Mirio is always smiling.

“It could just be luck.. We’ve had some close calls recently.” Tamaki responds.

“Not today! Today will go perfect. Trust me, I can feel it in my gut!”

“Right..”

The leaves were always the nicest around this time of year, you thought. Spring was so full of life. The canopy of the trees above you making it seem like the trees were hugging you; protecting you from the dangers of the forest. You were on your way walking through the manmade path, created by years of people's footsteps, navigating through the wilderness. It was a secret path locals used. It was much more beautiful than the path the carriages used. SNAP! Silence. “Hello?” you said quietly, with fake strength behind your voice. Nothing. No one was there. You kept walking, a little faster than before.

“That was close.. toocloseiwanttogohome.'' Tamaki says, looking down with a nervous expression. A war in his mind. As usual.

“Hey no worries! It worked out fine. Let's just be more careful with our steps, yeah?” Mirio is as positive as ever.

“‘Kay..”

The night comes by quickly and as you slept comfortably in your home, there was another less restful man; occupied with thoughts of you.

‘She was really pretty..” ‘How strange.’ Mirio’s face was expressionless. Unusually so. Mirio barely slept that night. Nor the 3 nights after the encounter.

~

You hum a tune as you walk, the forest leaves falling with grace, littering the ground lightly with stunning shades of green. So peaceful, you thought. The basket in your hands, filled with yummy berries and pretty little flowers. Cowslips, poppies and bluebells made a notable appearance in your hold.

“Pretty flowers you have there.”

You turn on your heels, swiftly. a flower slips out the basket. A blonde haired boy picks it up, with a smile on his face and holds it out to you.

“If I may.. Have you been following me?”

“What can I say, I couldn't help but follow the lovely tune you sang there.” the boy breathily chuckles. Scratching the back of his neck.

You take the flower from his hand and put it back in your basket.

“Do I know you?” you inquire.

“Perhaps. I've been up on a few walls in town.” the boy's face takes on a grin again.

“Seems uncomfortable.”

“..” there's a pause in the air, and then suddenly the blonde boy starts to laugh hysterically.

“You're funny.” he states.

You smile, cheeks warm with a blush. He's charming. Much more charismatic than all the other boys in the village.

“Thank you.” You turn to walk away, thinking this interaction was over - you shouldn't be talking to strangers anyway.

“Wait!”

“What?” you turn around again. How repetitive. Still though you can't help but feel a small bit of happiness fill you when he calls out for you. You didn't really want to leave..

“What's your name? How will I be able to see you again?”

“What's yours? you’re seeing me right now.”

“Mirio Togata, Prince of thieves! Here to help as many as I can!” He smiles big, doing a low dramatic bow.

“Oh?”

You turn around to walk again. This time serious and not to be stopped by cute boys who seem so genuinely bright and warm you're losing your eyesight. He watches you walk away. Then he takes two biggg steps and he's almost next to you again. Following your trail as you walk. Stepping to your rhythm.

“Would you like me to walk you home? A young maiden such as yourself isn't safe out here in these woods alone?”

“Oh yeah? What am I in danger from? You?” all rhetorical of course. Mirio doesn't notice. Or he does and doesn't care.

“No,no,no! I assure you I am a perfectly(ish) safe man to be around! As long as we don't see the sheriff! Wouldn't want you to get in trouble ‘cause of me, yeah?”

“Uhuh.” you nod. “I can walk myself home thank you.” you turn around. Again. “But I planned on being here tomorrow if you want to see me.” you didn't plan that. you weren't going to come here tomorrow.

Mirio has another smile on his face. This one is a bit different. Hard to notice if you don't have his other smiles, ingrained in your brain since the first minute of conversation. He looks - genuinely carefree. Like he's not faking it. It's sweet.

“I'll make sure to be here then.” where else would Mirio be? He lives in these woods.

“Ok then.” you smile up at him. Voice softer now. Your voice is never that soft? Faker.

Oh. That's why he said it. Mirio told himself that moment after she finished speaking that he would be here no matter what. He'd wait all day, just to see you.

It's bright and early in the morning. 6 o’clock in the morning. Mirio rushes to get ready. No time to break fast. No time to lounge about, thinking of new plans and ideas on how to evade the sheriff. He's got a girl to meet! Not now of course, why would she be out now? If only Mirio knew that..

The air is so crisp. So cool. Mirio drinks in the air as if it's the last time he’ll breathe. He loves these woods. I suppose they love him too. - Considering he's not been caught by the sheriff yet.

Mirio stays waiting for you for a couple hours. He waits passing the time in different ways. Sometimes some of his friends come to chat, confused as to why he's spending so long in the woods for no stated reason. They don't say anything about it.

It's now 1 o'clock in the afternoon now. Around half an hour before you two met the day prior. Mirio walks around more, passing the time. The more Mirio wanders the closer he gets to the carriage path, when he hears a sudden whinny coming from a couple of startled horses. Mirio sees 2 men. One obviously a coachman, and the other a wealthy, snobby older man.

“I already said I wouldn't like to accompany you, so please let me be.”

The voice sounds familiar..

“And I said that only a fool would pass an opportunity such as this. Don't be stupid girl and come join me." The voice is authoritative and harsh. Decades worth of tobacco usage Mirio assumes.

Mirio steps closer, seeing the coachman trying his best to calm his horses. The older man is blocking the lady from his view.

“Then perhaps i am a fool, however I believe I am just fine with that.”

The man goes to grab the girl by the arm.

“That's no way to treat a lady, it's a shame you clearly don't agree.” Mirio has a calm tone, friendly as usual. However he is all but calm at this moment.

“Mind your own business. I assure you everything is just fine here. The man says without turning around.

The coachman gets back on his seat, turning to see how long until he can continue on the path. He grows stiff at seeing Mirio.

“My lord, perhaps this is a lost cause. We really should get going.”

“Oh what do you know, shut your mouth. I don't pay you to advise me.”

“God you’re insufferable!” Mirio laughs. If you hadn't listened close enough you wouldn't have realised the insult.

“Excuse me.” the man finally turns around. Mirio catches a glimpse at the lady behind the man. It's you. The woman he had been waiting for since that morning.

Mirio ignores the man to ask you if you're alright.

“I'm sorry, have you been waiting long for me, my lady?” ironic.

“No, I'm sorry I was trying to head to see you, but I was stopped on my way.”

The old man is stood still. His face cold.

“Prince Mirio. What a pleasure.” his tone mocking.

“Oh you've heard of me? Glad those posters are doing their job! I'd hate for someone to get fired!” mirio laughs.

“Would you now?” The man is angry. Very much so. Considering that he only just recently got released from the task force of catching the blonde in front of him. What a coincidence. “I see you're not accompanied by your merry men? They finally decided to leave you.”

“Oh no, that's not the case - don't worry!”

You slowly glide toward Mirio. Careful not to be noticed by the old man.

“Well this has been a lovely conversation and as much as I'd love to continue catching up I have a full schedule today!” Mirio pushes the man inside the carriage quickly. The man tumbles in and struggles to get up in time. Mirio closes the door to the vehicle and gives one of the horses a gentle slab to the rear. The horse bucks and starts to run with the other horse speeding up too. The carriage disappears into the forest path as if this never happened.

You fall back slightly into Mirio, not expecting the prompt undiscussed getaway of the older man. Mirio is quick to catch you and twirl you around to face him.

“For you, my lady.” Mirio presents you with a ruby broach. The same one that was just worn by the man. Sneaky.

“Wow. you're exactly like the village talks about.” the blush on your face doesn't match the berating tone you are currently using.

“Well you can't blame me! It's not like he needed it, huh?” Mirio’s voice is lively.

You roll your eyes. He is correct, though.

“So how full is your schedule?” you tease.

“Completely. The whole day is to be spent with you. If that is reciprocated?” Mirio is lighthearted and fun. He is handsome and clearly crafty. Showing up at the right time and right place right when you needed it. Like fate almost. What a silly thought.

“It is.”

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Clockwork Heart pt4

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Wyrm: *whimpering softly and holding onto Ancanos arm trying to pull him away from his mouth so he can scream for his father. Utterly helpless as the high elf easily man handles the younger mer back into his bedroom, locking and warding the door with ease before forcing him into the chair by his desk* Right then, you’re going to sit there and we’re going to tal-

Wyrm: *tries to scream and gets his glove back over his mouth again, now looking up at him as he starts to cry, visibly afraid and upset, shocked that someone would assault him like this in his own home no less* m-mmph-

Ancano: Oh dear, shhh don’t cry now. I’m sorry I frightened you, but you haven’t been the most, open, to talking to me. So I figured perhaps a fair exchange would change your mind~ *holds up the gauntlets placing them on the young mers desk* You, get these. And in exchange, you talk to me, whenever, and wherever I want to talk. Deal~? *removes his hand*

Wyrm: *still frightened as he stares up at the much larger and physically stronger elf, but strangely calms down as he looks at the gauntlets, like a memory he can’t quite place has distracted his mind* j-just talk?…th-thats it?

Ancano: *suddenly takes his chin in his hand, making him turn his head and look at him* speak up, let me hear you…

Wyrm: *face flushing as fear begins to give way to confusion and a sudden shyness overcomes him* I-I- *tries to look away but can’t, the high elfs now seemingly charming presence too close to escape* y-you j-just want me to talk to y-you? And y-you’ll give me them? *closes his eyes tight, little tears pricking at the corner of his living one*

Ancano: my, what happened to that snappy little prince I spoke to a few days ago~ *gently thumbs the droplet away, swearing it had almost a rainbow sheen against his skin as he did so, like an oil slick over water*

Wyrm: *sniffles and pouts pulling away a little* th-that ‘snappy little prince’ w-wasn’t rudely awoken before sunrise and a-a-ac-c-costed in his own h-home b-before being man handled and cornered like a chi- child… *goes quiet as Ancano locks eyes with him again, his hand sliding up his cheek making him stare back at him*

Ancano: *smiles down at him, gently stroking his skin with his thumb as he takes in his features. The soft freckles on his nose, the slightly pink tint to his dark grey lips and cheeks, how his hair drapes over his quite literally delicate, and weak frame… How his sleeve slides off where his missing shoulder should be, showing off his swan like neck ever so slightly… and of course, his enchanted and enchanting Pearl eye… he was as beautiful as he was interesting. An enigma amongst all in skyrim… But ultimately he was still just a young, and naive elf. While nearing his 86th year to his naming day, he was mentally only a teenager in his 18th year by dunmeri standards. Young, coddled, careless, and easy to manipulate* I take it that’s a no, to my trade offer then?…

Wyrm: *so transfixed by his gaze and touch he didn’t even realise he’d spoken for a moment* I- what?… *looks at the gauntlets and audibly gasps as ancano turns his face back to his* I- I didn’t say no I just-

Ancano: *leans down slightly getting in closer to his face* need a bit more convincing?

Wyrm: f-for how long u-until the exchange is complete?…

Ancano: *smirks a little, holding back from his plan to kiss him immediately and overwhelm his poor little brain by overriding his emotions* Smart little Pearl aren’t you~? It seems nobody can get one over on you. Hmm… *lets him go and stands up fixing his posture as he adjusts his gloves* until my placement here is complete. They were rather expensive after all but, when I noticed how upset you were leaving Enthirs quarters, I felt it’d be worth the investment to make you smile again~

Wyrm: *visibly blushing at the compliment to his intelligence, falling for it easily and yet still skeptical about his wants to see him smile* see me smile again?…

Ancano: of course. You may only scowl when you see me, but I’ve seen you smile from afar plenty. I thought perhaps these might change that. It’s my job to ensure I interview everyone here for my reports and well. No judgment of course to the other occupants of this collage but, you are the most fascinating person within these walls. And I think it’ll take me quite a bit of time to get to know you~ so I felt these might help sway you a little.

Wyrm: *looks up at him then back at the gauntlets, just wanting to have them so badly and having no idea why* j-just talking. N-nothing else. *huffs* and n-no more scaring me like that! *pouts hugging his side*

Ancano: *chuckles and holds out his hand to him* I promise, so, we have a deal then~?

Wyrm: … *looks at the gloves one more time, then his hand before nervously taking it* deal…

Ancano: *smirks* Splendid. *brings his hand up to his lips giving it a soft kiss* I suppose I should leave before your father wakes. I doubt he’d be pleased seeing me in your room, alone, with you~ *winks playfully at him as he releases his hand from his grasp before walking to the door* I’ll come find you later on, little prince. *smiles and disarms the ward before stepping from the room, leaving the Pearl of the sea of ghosts sitting there, flustered and so confused*

Wyrm: *just staring at the door in silence, trying to process what just happened and not knowing what to think* … *looks to his newly acquired gauntlets, the want to put them on still there, but his mind now too occupied remembering the high elfs hands on him* … *gets up and walks to his bed, just flopping down onto it and hugging his pillow as he curls up into a ball, hiding his face*

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Greenleaf's Day Out, Chapter 1: Surprise in the Kitchens (young Legolas family fic)

Completed Work: Chapters [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

Summary: Third Age 250. While his parents are away from home, a mischievous eight-year-old Legolas escapes from his nursemaid's charge and spends the day tailing the elves he idolizes most: his four older brothers. This light-hearted tale from an elfling's eyes introduces the sons of Thranduil, Princes of the Woodland Realm, and their mother, the Elvenking's beloved Queen Maereth.

Word Count: 1k

Content: G-rated, fluff, family, comedy

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Greenleaf's Day Out

Chapter 1 - Surprise in the Kitchens

Third Age 250

The Woodland Realm, Greenwood the Great

Though it was barely past the hour of dawn, the palace kitchens serving the home of the Elvenking of Greenwood were already alive and bustling with activity. First priority on their agenda as usual would be serving breakfast to the royal family.

That day, the work of the kitchens was slightly lessened by the absence of the king and queen from the palace. King Thranduil was on tour, visiting certain villages and inspecting sentry outposts near the Woodland borders. He was not to return until at least the next day. Queen Maereth on the other hand, was on a courtesy visit to Imladris, in acceptance of an invitation from some friends. She was expected back at the palace by that evening.

This left the King's five sons, the princes of the realm, to be served. The princes always started early in the morning, as their father kept a full schedule for them each and every day. Unless their parents called for a family gathering, the young royals ate morning meals in their respective rooms.

Aradiel, one of the palace cooks, bent over a hot bread oven. She stuck her mitten-covered hands inside and was drawing out a freshly baked loaf when she felt a tug at her skirts. Straightening up with the bread pan in her hands, she looked down to see a pair of huge blue eyes staring up at her.

"Your Highness!" she gasped, her surprise nearly causing her to drop the loaf on his shiny golden head. Fumbling with nervousness, she gave a quick curtsy to the elfling before walking briskly to the table and setting the bread down. "W-why have you come, my lord? Is there anything you need? Breakfast will be ready for serving in just a moment."

"That's excellent, because I'm starving!" the princeling announced. Much to Aradiel's bewilderment, he pulled up a chair to the table and climbed on it, his little legs dangling off the floor. With an eager hand he reached for the newly-baked bread, then withdrew it quickly with a wince.

"Careful, my lord," Aradiel said quickly. "It is still hot." She reached for another platter of bread at the fully laden table and set it before the prince. "Perhaps you would like this instead."

The child reached for the bread but wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Don't!"

"D-don't what my lord?" the elf-maid stammered.

"Don't call me 'Lord'!" he said, his face breaking into an impish smile. "It’s not my name. My name's Legolas." He stuck out his hand to the red-faced she-elf. "What's yours?"

"A-aradiel…my lord."

"Did you make this, Aradiel?" Legolas asked, as he pinched off another chunk of the loaf and filled his mouth with it. "It's delicious!"

Aradiel finally relaxed into a smile. "Thank you, your Highness."

"Prince Legolas!'' Both servant and prince turned to the kitchen doorway at the sound of the cheery, booming voice. Elvomir, a palace butler that supervised the kitchens, walked to their table with his fists on his hips but a broad smile on his face.

"Out exploring already, and at so early an hour?" he asked, shaking his head. "Are you not supposed to be in bed still? And where is Ninniel?"

"I'm not sure," Legolas replied innocently. He bit off another piece of bread and swallowed it. "She was still sleeping when I woke up. I was hungry but I did not want to wake her, so I came here."

"Tsk, tsk. She is probably still weary from chasing you around last night," said Elvomir. He looked up and spoke to Aradiel. "It's all right, you may return to your tasks. I shall attend to our guest here."

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Before a half-hour was through, the little prince managed to finish the hefty breakfast of bread, cheese, eggs and sausages that Elvomir served him. After gulping down the last of his milk, Legolas wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and thanked the butler before sliding off the chair.

"But where are you off to now, young Highness?" Elvomir called after him, as he headed for the door. "Perhaps I should escort you to your room--"

"You needn’t bother, Elvomir," Legolas replied, with a merry shake of his head. "I can find my way back. I know my way around the palace better than you think!"

Elvomir chuckled. "That's exactly what I'm afraid of," he said. "All right, off you go then! Back to Ninniel, and nowhere else before then, understood?"

"I promise!" Legolas called back, as his golden head disappeared through the door.

Just a short while after the youngest prince left, a harried looking maid-servant entered the kitchens.

"Good morrow, Ninniel," Elvomir greeted her cheerfully. "If it is your charge that you seek, you just missed him. He's had his breakfast and left here but a few minutes ago.

"Oh dear! How can such a sweet little elfling have the energy and cunning of a rascal? Now I shall spend the entire morning trying to find him!" Ninniel sighed. She sank into a nearby chair to catch her breath. "I cannot believe I overslept! How I shall pay for that mistake now!"

"Surely you exaggerate!" Elvomir said, chuckling. "Don't you fret so much! I asked his Highness to go straight to his room and meet you. Surely you will still find him there if you go now."

Ninniel had to laugh at that. "I wish I could share your optimism, but I should know better. Legolas is a good lad, but he possesses all the youthful mischief his brothers had, if not more. He does not enjoy having someone following him around, waiting on him hand and foot, so he would not let me catch up with him for as long as he can help it!"

She shook her head and sighed. "Part of me wishes to give him his freedom, but my duty to the Queen requires me to keep a close watch on him and at least TRY to keep him out of trouble!"

At last the elf-maid took a deep breath and got to her feet once more. "Well, I suppose I should get to looking for him now, though I'm doubtful of how much luck I could have."

She smiled ruefully at her own folly. "Clever little fellow certainly knew what he was doing when he snuck out on me this morning!"

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passed down like folk songs

chapter 14: oh, crone

Maegor Targaryen x OC

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Tags: hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, angst, mature themes, targaryen incest, violence, Maegor is a red flag himself, characters are ooc probably, MINORS DNI

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Going to the morning prayer with his daughter was a tradition Duncan held up since she was little. Wherever they were travelling, they always made time to start their day with prayer. In King’s Landing, the sept of remembrance, built in the name of the late Queen Rhaenys, had become their destination quite often in the mornings. As the septon sang the usual prayers to the seven, Duncan bowed his head and silently prayed.

“Oh Crone, grant me the wisdom to make the safest choice for my child. Don’t let me make a choice that will cause her harm, help me see what I cannot, help me see if I can trust them with her.”

When he lifted his head, he turned to see Rowan, still bowed down in prayer, as well as his niece and nephews. It was a lovely day and the city was booming with all those who had travelled to swear to the King and it was the perfect time for his family to explore and enjoy what King’s Landing had to offer. The morning prayer came to an end and everyone was exiting the sept, but Duncan felt it in his heart to stay back for a moment.

“Go on, I’ll be right out.” he told his brother, who ushered his children outside, along with his daughter.

Duncan made his way to the statue of the Maiden, kneeling down as the sept emptied. He lit a candle and crossed his hands in prayer.

“Protect my daughter, my little girl. Please guard her from anyone who’d wish her harm, from anyone who’d hurt her innocence and virtue. Keep her safe, I beg of you.”

He was no fool. From the moment Aegon declared Aenys his heir, people had doubts. They remembered the small, sickly child, and the young and charming prince, but a King? No one voiced their disagreements, no one was foolish enough to do so, but Duncan kept his ears open. He knew that with Aegon’s death, problems would arise, and he was not convinced Aenys had what it takes to deal with them all. The offer Visenya made to his daughter was a generous and honourable one. Very few had the honour to be her ladies in waiting, and Rowan could benefit greatly from it. He had little doubt in his daughter’s abilities, no, but the unrest that was brewing was another story entirely. If his suspicions proved correct, he’d be leaving his daughter alone for half a year, in a court that could end up shattered. He hadn’t left her alone for such a long time before, not after Edith had died. He wasn’t sure if he could trust the world to be kind to his little girl.

Visenya had become a dear friend over the years, he knew how close she was with his girl. He was happy to know that Rowan would not miss out entirely on having a maternal figure, but leaving her in her care alone was not something he thought he’d ever do. Then there was Maegor. Gods be good, he cared for him deeply as a boy, but he was not sure he could trust him around Rowan now. Duncan heard of the whispers of his growing cruelty, how he was angrier, short tempered, how could he sleep well knowing he was always near his daughter? Especially after knowing that neither’s feelings had changed at all? He had to admit, he was really good at masking how he felt, but after knowing him since he was but a babe, Duncan saw right through him. He was a volcano ready to erupt at any minute, and how could he be sure Rowan would not be caught in the middle? He could taint her virtue, ruin her, create a schism between their house and the Hightowers, should he be caught doing what Duncan feared he’d do. He had to find Visenya.

He tried to shake the thoughts out of his head as he rose to walk out, wishing to be able to relax while running errands with Rowan. He could see her talking with Finn just outside the door, laughing about something. He started to hear as he walked closer.

“Surely, you can not prefer the honeycakes here to the ones back home! What have they done to you Rowan! Is it not always you who complains about the taste of honey when it’s not the one from our beehives?” Finn laughed, teasing her.

“I never said I prefer them, only that they were delicious! Do not be such a snob, we’ll try them after lunch, we’ll meet you there.” she replied.

“You won’t be joining us? I thought you were going to give us a tour of the city you’ve grown so fond of. You promised!” he protested, crossing his arms.

“I need to visit the tailor with father. We have some errands to run, then we’ll meet you guys for lunch near the centre. Or here if it’s easier, so you don’t get lost again.” Rowan teased.

“Gods, that was one time!” he complained, smiling at her.

“Oh, forgive me!” she begged sarcastically, making a pleading gesture.

Duncan smiled at the two as he approached them. He remembered telling a two year old Finn that he now had a little cousin, and how excited he was to finally have someone to play with. The two had the most in common compared to the rest of the family, especially when it came to the subjects they loved to study. Finn had grown into an excellent young man, preparing to one day take over house Evergreen.

“I’m afraid I have to steal her now, Finn. I trust you’ll all find your way back here later?” Duncan chuckled and patted his nephew’s shoulder.

“I cannot promise anything, uncle.” he joked.

“Right, now have fun looking around and keep your wits about you. Make sure Archie doesn’t run off too far.” he advised and offered Rowan his elbow. “Shall we?”

“Of course! See you later, Finn!” she waved goodbye and they began to make their way to the seamstress.

It was the time when the city truly woke up, right after the morning prayer, when people walked around before heading to their jobs, when children were finally stretching their legs after sitting still in the sept for an hour and when everyone began their errands. He loved spending time with his daughter when he could. He knew that once she married, their errands would not be run like they have since she was a girl, so he cherished each moment he could. She was now a woman grown, and it was time for him to find her a groom, but he kept postponing it, because he saw how the hurt had not left her. He was afraid it never would. And now, with Visenya’s offer, things could get murky.

“Have you given it any thought?” he asked as they took their stroll in the streets.

“I have, perhaps, too much.” she sighed, holding onto his arm. “I could barely sleep, all I did was ask the crone for guidance until my eyes could no longer stay open.” she admitted, looking around the small market that began to take form.

Duncan smiled at her, wondering how it could be that they were so similar. He followed her gaze to the people who were setting up their goods to sell, taking note of things they could pick up once they finished with the seamstress. The markets here were nothing in comparison to the ones in Oldtown, but with proper city planning, he was sure they could stand a fighting chance.

“I would love to be here with her, I always miss her terribly when I’m not here. I truly wish to help her and all, but… well, you know. I wish I could say it got easier, but I’m afraid it would be a lie.” she spoke softly, she always did.

“Give your heart a break, Rowan, you do not have to accept. She will not hold it against you if you do. I don’t want you to be in pain if you’re going to stay here.” he said, moving some curls away from her face with his free hand. “You’ll grow to thrive in the role, I know it, but no amount of social advantage is worth it if you’re miserable.”

“Perhaps… I can ask her if I can try it out? Stay for a moon and see if I can do this? Do you think she’ll agree?” she asked. “Better yet, do you think it’s a good idea?”

“I think that’s fair. Ladies tend to have a small trial period to see if they like their ladies in waiting, for you it’ll be the other way around.” he smiled at her.

The two had arrived at the familiar shop of the seamstress, Bertha, who had become a friend to Duncan. He led his daughter inside and closed the door, taking in the rolls of fabric that adorned the walls, before spotting the owner in the back.

“Good morning Bertha, how have you been?” he walked closer to greet her.

“Oh, Duncan, back in the capital again? And Rowan, how have you been? I haven’t seen you in so long!” Bertha grinned at his daughter, who returned her smile.

“I’ve been well, thank you! How are you holding up with all the new people in the city?” Rowan asked politely.

“It’s been noisy these past fortnights, but what can you expect? Are you here for a new dress and tunic?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, we are. Weather’s getting warmer.” he smiled, turning to look around the store.

He settled on a lightweight green fabric that would match the rest of his wardrobe. He saw that Rowan was gravitating toward a bright violet fabric, reaching out to feel it against her hand. Lucas smiled.

“Do you like that one, Rowan?” he asked, earning a nod.

“Well, I have your measurements already Duncan, but you young lady, have gotten a bit taller, come back here so we have them up to date.” the short, black haired woman commanded, with Rowan following.

After the measurements, the talks of the problems she was facing and the choices of fabric, they exited the shop and made their way to meet the rest of their family. The afternoon was spent in good spirits, with Finn and Rowan leading the younger ones around the city to hear the musicians that would gather and the singers. Duncan sat with his brother and goodsister, keeping an eye on the kids, while they enjoyed their tea and biscuits.

It was late afternoon when he made his way back to the unfinished red keep, on a mission to speak with Visenya personally. The halls were a lot more quiet recently, seeing as everyone seemed to mourn the loss of Aegon the dragon, Visenya most of all. He arrived at her door, stating his intention to speak with her to the Kingsguard sworn to her, who promptly let him in. The dowager Queen was solemn, looking over what appeared to be raven scrolls. He did not pry.

“Thank you for seeing me, your grace.” he greeted.

“I’ve told you many times, you’re always welcome to speak to me, Duncan. I was surprised you didn’t come earlier, in fact.” she turned to him, placing down the small parchment she had just read.

“I wished to speak to my daughter first, to see how she felt about the situation, before I came to you.” he sat on the chair, keeping his eyes on her. “Why did you ask her?” he boldly questioned, earning a look of surprise and disbelief from the warrior Queen.

“Do you not think your daughter is capable of such a role?” she asked, violet eyes now wide.

“I find my daughter most capable. What concerns me is leaving her here in the capital for six moons a year, especially in such conditions.”

“What ‘conditions’ are you talking about?” she urged, already knowing the answer.

“Visenya, let us not pretend.” he called her by her name for the first time. “You see the doubt in people’s eyes, you hear the whispers of rebellions. You think I’d be okay with leaving her in this potential mess? Not to mention the prince…” he whispered as if the walls had ears.

“You seem to forget, Duncan, that I have a dragon. And so does my son. If Rowan would be safe anywhere, it would be here. Do you think I’d ever let anyone touch a hair on her head without losing theirs? And Maegor…” she averted her eyes for a moment. “Do not worry about him. He will not step out of line, you have my word.”

“Swear it.” Duncan rose from his seat, walking a bit closer to her.

No matter the affection he had for Maegor, he refused to turn a blind eye or leave any room for him to think it would be alright to approach his daughter.

“What?” Visenya asked, raising a brow as if she did not hear him well.

“Swear it to me, that you will keep her from harm and protect her virtue. I do not take her safety lightly, you wouldn’t either. So swear it to me.”

She thought for a moment, before nodding. Visenya rose as well, meeting him in the middle of the room, away from the scrolls she was occupied with.

“Duncan, I swear it to you, I will keep her from all and any harm, and her virtue will not be tainted. Anyone who dares to try shall answer to Vhagar.”

“Even if it’s Maegor?” he boldly asked.

“Maegor will face something much worse. Me.”

As Maegor walked to the small council room, he let his eyes look around. It was an embarrassing look to all of those who came to swear to Aenys. The keep was still unfinished, walls undecorated, not enough rooms and not enough of it was decorated. He’d have to tell Aenys about it. It was a pathetic castle for their great house. He wondered just how grand his father wanted it to be, if he had any of his plans somewhere. Did he share the same vision for it as him? He wanted to say it didn’t matter, but he desperately wanted the answer to be yes. His mother spent a lot of time in his chambers ever since they arrived here, perhaps she knew. He would ask her soon.

With so many nobles staying in the city, there was an influx of knights and guards in the castle, to make sure the King’s family was safe- since the castle still wasn’t. He would have strong and thick walls around- perhaps a holdfast. This is where their family resided, it needed to be the safest place in all of Westeros.

He slowed down his pace when passing by his mother’s chambers. He had hoped he could run into Rowan again, to feel like he could breathe once more. It was rather pathetic of him, he knew, walking around aimlessly at times, just in the hopes to catch a glimpse of her hair, if he was lucky enough he could even catch a whiff of jasmine. He wondered if Ceryse noticed a difference in him these past nights, and he hoped if she did, that she wouldn’t bring it up. It was a strange understanding between them, pretending the other was someone else.

Before he knew it, he reached his destination and walked through the doors with purpose. It was his first meeting with the council, he wanted to make sure everyone knew just who they were dealing with. He was early, only Aenys and his hand, Alyn Stokeworth were present, their smalltalk dying with his entrance. Alyn seemed to stiffen when he laid eyes on him and Maegor had to stop himself from smirking. He was scared. Good. Aenys greeted him joyfully, unaware of the heavy mood of his hand, or the rest of the court. Was he truly that out of touch? Did he need their father to guide his every move to the point where he did not pick up on the doubt and rumours on his own? Soon the rest of the council came in, looking solemn. It was the same council his father kept, but since Maegor was never invited to join in before, he only knew what his mother told him. She always made sure to keep him in tune with the happenings, including him when she held court and letting him know about anything she had heard. His mother prepared him properly. His father, seemingly, did not prepare Aenys that well. At least that’s what it appeared to be.

“We’ve received some alarming news, your grace. Two rebellions have broken out, seemingly with the opportunity of all the lords being here to swear to you.” Grandmaester Gawen spoke up first, his voice as serious as Maegor remembered it. Something about him always rubbed him the wrong way. “The Vale has been taken over, Jonos Arryn having taken the rightful lord, Ronnel Arryn, captive. He has declared himself King of the Vale.”

“Where else?” Aenys managed to ask, once the shock settled in. “Where else has rebellion broken out, Maester?” his voice was still soft.

“Harrenhall has been taken by an outlaw. He calls himself ‘Red Harren’ claiming to be the grandson of Harren, your grace.”

Maegor studied his elder half-brother’s face. He was very openly distraught, his eyes betraying confusion at the announcement. Maegor knew people loved him, but to be delusional enough to think no one would rebel after the death of their father was foolish. They were testing him, to see if he was truly their father’s son, or as the rumours had it, a bastard of a singer his mother entertained.

“What shall we do, your grace?” his hand spoke up.

Aenys seemed baffled by the question, slumping back into his chair, tapping on his chin, before turning his attention back to the maester with the greying hair.

“Maester, did they say why?”

“Your grace?”

“Why did they start a rebellion? Were they displeased?”

The room fell silent after the King’s question. Many baffled gazes were on him, wondering if he really just asked such a question. Maegor wanted so badly to just scoff at him.

“They’re pushing you, to see how much disrespect you’ll allow them to get away with.” Maegor spoke up, his deep voice startling everyone.

Aenys looked at him with wide eyes, contemplating for a moment.

“What are you suggesting I do, brother?” he asked, almost like a puppy lost.

“Send me. I’ll take Balerion to the Vale, show them that dragons are not to be messed with. I shall gather some lords loyal to the crown to raise an army to crush the rebellions completely. Give me leave, and I shall reclaim both the Vale and Harrenhall in your name.”

Aenys seemed hesitant, perhaps not wanting to shed blood in the first fortnight of his reign, but he was a fool if he thought he’d have a reign of sunshine without working for it. Seeing the rest of his council nod in agreement, Aenys couldn’t help but agree.

“Very well. Prepare your men for battle. Let me know what you will need, and you shall have it.” he decided, trying to look determined.

The rest of the meeting was focused on the logistics of crushing the rebellions, the money and food necessary, the details of it all. Lord Allard Royce had offered to raise his army against the rebels, confident that with Maegor and Balerion’s help, they’d crush them sooner than they had risen up.

They must have been in the meeting for hours, but Maegor did not tire. He could not say the same for the King, who was holding his face with his hands as soon as everyone else left. They never spoke of feelings much, but Maegor understood from their last conversation that Aenys felt alone and frustrated.

“I don’t understand, Maegor. It’s barely been a fortnight, why do they already hate me? They could’ve just talked to me, I would’ve heard them out!” he sighed in defeat.

“You cannot rule like that. The second our father died, they saw the chance to undo his work. You must show them you will not allow that, do you understand? What kind of King allows such disrespect, not only to himself, but to the empire his father bled to build?” he scolded.

“Do you think me such a failure already, brother?”

At that moment, Aenys looked like a child, eyes begging for reassurance. Was he truly so lost and blind? Maegor felt a small surge of guilt for looking so down on him for all his life. In his youth, he wondered what this mysterious big brother he had in the capital was like. If he was anything like his hero of a father, surely, he’d be a great warrior. But that was when he was a boy of five. His father was no longer the shining hero in his eyes, not always, and his half-brother was a disappointment.

“You’ve yet to mess up, Aenys.” he started, trying to reassure him. “I do not plan to let you be a failure. So do not worry too much. I will crush the rebellions and it will be okay.”

He knew he was not a man good with words, but he hoped to at least be of some comfort in this moment. His half-brother had only him and his mother on his side. He could absolutely not entrust his Velarion wife with such matters, for what help would she provide him? Both him and Alyssa had this terrible need to be loved by all, surely if he told her, she’d echo his own feelings back to him. That would not be enough to crush the rebels.

At night he followed his usual routine, visiting Ceryse’s chambers. He hated to admit he was looking forward to it, seeing as he could now vividly use his imagination to relieve himself of all the tension his Rowan had built up in him. But when he opened the door, he found his wife arranging her jewellery, instead of waiting for him on the bed like she normally did. She was a bit startled to see him, but she offered him a polite smile.

“Husband. Good evening.”

“Wife.” he nodded in acknowledgment.

“I heard news of rebellion, is it true you plan to go?” she asked, abandoning her task of arranging the gems in front of her, turning her attention to him completely.

“It is. I’ll be leaving in a fortnight.” he responded, starting to unbutton his tunic.

“Oh,” she said when he began to undress, “I… I have my moonblood.” she said, avoiding his eyes as she said it.

“Again?” Maegor immediately stopped at her words. “It’s been more than a year.” he said slowly, as if testing to see how she understood his accusation.

“How do you think I feel? Do you not think I feel disappointed every month?” she replied immediately, her blue eyes now beginning to show anger at his tone.

“I’ve been dutifully visiting you every single night since we’ve wed. For a year, I’ve done my duty, wife.” he said, almost spitting out the last word.

“What exactly are you implying, husband?” she spat out, mirroring his own anger.

“You know exactly what I’m implying.” he replied dangerously slowly, like a threat, before turning to leave for his own chambers.

At first he had tried to be civil, but for how long was he supposed to keep this up with no results? He had done exactly what he was supposed to, even more than any other man could say, but still nothing. How was he to keep calm about this? Aenys had Alyssa with child within the first few moons of their marriage. He promised Rowan he’d be kinder, but she couldn’t understand his urgency. Ceryse was failing.

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Jackunzel Month Week 2 - Songs Rocks at my Window - Bridgit Mendler

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Sitting at home I turn on the TV It’s all reality And I don’t wanna watch stupid people Got my phone I check the text between Between you and me ‘Cause I guess you popped into my head and It shouldn't be Friday night Why am I here home alone when

We can run away for the weekend But I’m here alone Wish you’d go throwing rocks at my window We could count the stars from your car hood But I’m here alone Wish you'd go throwing rocks at my window

See it’s been Far too many movies Sinking into me So now I wait for my Prince Charming But I’ve got this picture in my head Of the chapel for our wedding So I guess that I’ve got it bad Just one step at a time Why am I here home alone when

We can run away for the weekend But I’m here alone Wish you’d go throwing rocks at my window We could count the stars from your car hood But I’m here alone Wish you’d go throwing rocks at my window

T-H-R-O-W-I-N-G You’re throwing rocks I wish you were throwing rocks, rocks T-H-R-O-W-I-N-G You’re throwing rocks I wish you were throwing rocks, rocks T-H-R-O-W-I-N-G You’re throwing rocks I wish you were throwing rocks, rocks T-H-R-O-W-I-N-G You’re throwing rocks at my window

We can run away for the weekend But I’m here alone Wish you’d go throwing rocks at my window We could count the stars from your car hood But I’m here alone Wish you’d go throwing rocks at my window

***

Rapunzel lays sprawled on her bed, feet impatiently kicking the comforter. Another Friday night in--but almost never by choice.

Her mother keeps a death grip on all her social activities...a death grip as in she’d kill them off if she could. Hanging out with friends outside of school is forbidden, spending her measly allowance on fast food or amusement parks is forbidden, checking out library books that made moving away just a little too enticing is forbidden.

Basically, anything that demonstrates there’s more to life than being her mother’s pretty little maidservant is off the table.

She checks her phone. Almost 7:00. By now, she’d hoped to be hearing the rattling of pebbles against glass.

Rapunzel’s technically forbidden from hanging out with her friends outside of school, yes. Not that that had ever stopped them before.

At 7:43, she hears a car rumble through her open window. She wonders if Mother’s home early.

Because of course Mother’s allowed to go out on Friday night, hitting up clubs and bars and the like. It’s different when she does it, apparently.

And then comes the sound of her mother’s neat, polished, perfectly-landscaped garden stones hitting her bedroom window. Seconds later, a face framed with messy brown hair is grinning at her from behind her hanging yellow moon-and-star lights.

He’s standing in the branches of a tree a few feet from the house. Rapunzel rolls her eyes.

“I told you to stop climbing that.” Although she shakes her head, she can’t help but smile. “You’re going to fall out and sprain your ankles.”

“Have I ever?” He balances nimbly along a limb, making his way toward her room. She shoots a couple concerned glances at the branch, not much liking the way it creaks beneath him.

Still, she can’t bring herself to be too worried. Jackson Overland’s balance is nothing short of incredible.

“There’s a first time for everything,” she argues anyway.

He smirks. “Yeah, and it’s not today.”

He helps her over the windowsill and onto the branch. She tries not to think about her heart racing when he grabs her hand to steady her, or when he keeps his grip as he guides her toward the trunk.

Dignity discarded, they scurry down the tree like a couple of grimy squirrels and make a dash for Jack’s car. No night to waste before Gothel inevitably stumbles home at 3 am, wasted and potentially furious about her precious flower missing.

They turn onto the highway and drive into the sunset, fleeing the bland, identical streets of suburbia behind. In the distance, downtown lights up, glowing in the growing dusk.

Rapunzel grins, a trickle of excitement running through her. Everything is so much more dynamic in the big city. So much less…stifling. She rolls down the window, taking in the crisp air and the lively chatter and the splashes of autumn color on the tree-lined avenues.

When she first met Jack, she figured all his hours ditching class were spent holed up in his basement, beating some Dark Souls high score. Not so, it turned out. Jack explored the city when he played hooky, chatting people up and making connections in even the most absurd places. He was the champion of knowing a guy, and then that guy knew a guy, and then that guy knew yet another guy.

Tonight she finds out that, because Jack hit it off with some janitor last week, they have exclusive roof access for a 15-story office building.

The city view is breathtaking. A sprinkling of golden yellow windows on gleaming metal, interspersed with the reds and pinks and purples and greens of neon lights.

“It’s amazing,” she murmurs, leaning against the railing. “It’s like you can see the whole world from up here.”

Jack raises his eyebrows. “If you think that’s amazing, wait until I show you a slightly bigger section of urban sprawl. Would that be like…the whole universe, then?”

Rapunzel laughs. “No, no. That’s what you can see from a plane. A larger metropolitan area would be like…a galaxy, at most.”

“It fits. You know, stars and void and all.” He shrugs, gesturing abstractly between lit windows and dark building silhouettes.

She studies him, watching him gaze pensively at the darkening cityscape. For all his pranks and jokes and general tomfoolery, Jack’s thoughts are far deeper and more philosophical than one would initially think.

He’s hardly the shallow doofus he wants people to see him as. Maybe that’s easier—letting people believe he’s nothing but a goofy, fun-loving class clown and not a sensitive, broken teenager tormented by more demons than most.

“You’re so beautiful when you think like that.”

The words come out before she can think better of them.

He turns and gawks at her, dying sunlight giving his chocolatey hair an amber sheen. “Wha--?”

She takes a shaky breath. No turning back now.

“You’re just--you’re really beautiful.”

Although his lean against the building’s railing is casual, there’s an unmistakable challenge written all over his face.

“I am no such thing.”

“Are too!” She scowls defiantly. “You make friends with everyone you meet and get access to some of the most secret, magical spots in the whole city. You’re so smart and you think so deeply and I want to know every part of you. You feel sad and inadequate so much of the time, and you channel it into making people laugh. You’re one of the only people in the world who makes me feel like I’m worth more than how much I can please Mother, and you’re one of the only escapes I get from her. And I think that’s all pretty gorgeous of you.”

For a long time he just stares at her, moth hanging open. Rapunzel blushes.

“Sorry if that was...weird.”

“No, no, not at all." He takes a step toward her. “Just...do you really mean all that?”

“Of course I do.”

An energy hangs in the air between them, tension buzzing like the power lines weaving around the building’s satellite disc. Jack Overland looks ethereal, sunset light glowing off him and city lights reflected in his eyes.

And that's when she decides to hell with it.

Life is short, and she never knows how much time she has until Mother gets home, and it's high time she starts going after what she wants fully and ferociously and unapologetically.

She steps forward and kisses him.

He doesn't know how to react at first, freezing and grunting in surprise. Then he leans into her touch as one of her arms comes up to rest on his chest and the the other loops around the back of his neck.

His arms loop around her legs, and she lets out a delighted laugh as she's lifted off the ground. Jack's always been stronger than he looks, but now it feels euphoric.

Behind them, the sky is a darkening mosaic of pink and purple clouds. An evening chill creeps in, but Rapunzel barely notices it.

All she can feel is Jack.

After what feels like an eternity, he pulls away and grins at her.

“If you’re not too busy, miss.” His voice is a purr in her ear. “I know another place you might like.”

She checks the time. Still a few hours until Mother comes home.

Rapunzel grins back, pressing her forehead against his. “Lead the way, captain.”

“It’ll be my pleasure.” He puts her down with a heavy thump as he says it. “But I’m not carrying you all the way downstairs. I have skinny arms, and they are very tired.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “Well, I guess I can find it in me to forgive you.”

***

It’s a whole different world twenty minutes outside the city.

Now they’re sprawled on the hood of Jack's car, listening to crickets in the trees and watching for shooting stars. Rapunzel’s trying to pick out constellations, the night sky suddenly uninhibited by hazy light pollution.

Their fingers are entangled, all pale skin and pink nail polish. Rapunzel doesn’t think she’s ever felt more at peace.

She leans on his shoulder and breathes in his scent, all pine bark and apple cider and ice cream parlors. She wishes she could capture this moment and keep it cupped in her hands, like a firefly glowing through her fingers.

“I don’t want to go home,” she murmurs into his neck. “I know Mother will kill me, but. I’m so sick of bending to her every whim. I wish I could stay with you.”

“Maybe you can.” He turns to her with raised eyebrows. “We could run away, you know. Just for the weekend.”

Rapunzel shakes her head. “Mother would never--”

“It’d be good for her, honestly,” Jack mutters, cutting her off. “Give the woman a good scare, but maybe not make her mad enough to ground you forever. You’ll show up to school on Monday bright and early, prim and proper and ready to jump back into the perfect little image she’s made. But for now? Well...” He grins. “Two days of absolute freedom. No rules, no restrictions, just us driving around and doing whatever the hell we want. A well-deserved break from teen angst. What do you say?”

She smiles cheekily. “Whatever the hell we want?”

“Within reason.”

Rapunzel studies his face, radiant in the starlight. She couldn’t say no to him if she tried.

“You’re on, Overland.”

***

YAAAAAY ANOTHER JACKUNZEL THING THAT TOOK ME AN UNREASONABLY LONG TIME AND VERY MUCH PAST MY BEDTIME! Hahahahahahaha *collapses in exhaustion*

Wow, this Jackunzel month is kind of kicking my ass. In a good way, of course!!! But still!!! TOO many ideas!!! TOO much inspiration!!! Like I only have so much time and was trying to FIX my sleep schedule, WHY!!!

ANYWAYS. This song popped up on a randomly-generated Spotify playlist a few weeks ago, and it had MAJOR Jackunzel vibes, so...here we are! First the song happened. Then the moodboard happened. Then a drabble that was much longer than I planned happened. Starring Brunette Jack because, much like Brunette Rapunzel, he doesn’t get enough love!!! Also I am very much running out of scene white-haired boy pictures to use, god bless </3 I’ve been wanting to use that middle moodboard pic for a long time now, though, so I’m glad I finally got around to it <3

Moodboard pic credits available upon request, as always!

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MICKEY MY MOUTH IS WATERING MY HEART IS RACING MY HANDS ARE SHAKING IM LITERALLY ABOUT TO COMBUST

i honestly dont trust myself to Like. express myself coherently rn. so im just gonna go thru all the notes i made while reading this one by one <333

but mickey i need u to know that i ADORE this fic im literally so obsessed and bewitched i dont even know what to do w myself. i dont know where to begin. i feel like a rabid dog. i need to be sedated immediately THANK U for this masterpiece 😭😭😭😭😭 pls give me ur ring size rn

the prince's heart thumps in his chest - for once in his life he might actually be a bit anxious. nervous, even. no, no way. he'll talk himself out of it just like any other time. his charm will save him.

"wanna see what your insides look like, pretty boy!"

okay, maybe not. 

RIGHT OFF THE BAT THIS IS SO SO FUNNY im already in love w this fic. im so charmed. its so crazy how much prince!gojo’s personality shines through in a single paragraph u r SO talented mickey. hes so charming and endearing and annoying im already in love w him </3

"why hello, gentlemen! fancy seeing you here! didn't take you for nature guys but it is a lovely day today, isn't it?" still down on the soft grass bed, the prince tries to slowly back away from the hunters before him. 

a palm flies over his mouth, surpressing the giggles thrathening to leave. how can one be so proud of his own joke?

AND IM IMMEDIATELY PROVEN RIGHT goooood hes so. hes so funny and charming and witty and cute???? a little cutiepie??????? i need to bite him like a puppy w a chew toy

shit, where is suguru? 

SUGURU MENTIONED‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

and as if an answer to his question — a sudden loud neigh cuts the tension on the clearing and a saviour appears. 

a black horse, with a mane darker than night, stands back on it's hind legs - looming over the prince and the peasants. a figure sits up high, bright sunlight beaming from right behind them, the shadow hiding their face. but the prince knows — it's not suguru. no, this is someone else entirely. 

armor clangs as the figure hastily jumps off their horse, mumbling a quick go, boy! to the animal. he takes off into the woods, leaving just the hunters and the prey behind. 

a knight. coming to save him.

GOD MICKEY. knight!reader’s appearance is SO cool and hype and just. enchanting????? esp paired w gojo’s dreamlike state, i can see it so vividly in my head …….. like a movie. all hazy and sunlit and sparkly. gleaming and bursting into his world. THE ARMOR THE HORSE THE HEROIC LIGHT…..

im sure u can tell by now mickey but there isnt a single thing in this world that i love more than Knights they literally make me insane (and this fic made my obsession w them worse </3)

who are you? you're surrounded by some kind of holy light — an angel, sent just for him. 

AAAAA mickey … 🥺🥺 gojo seeing reader as an angel sent to save him …..,,, even tho theyre so tough and stoic and violent. smth abt it just scratches a certain corner of my brain im obsessed

the big scar running down across your right eye forever engrained into his mind. 

I LOVEEEE SCARS SM i think theyre so cool and pretty i already love ur take on knight!reader sm … :’3

a mighty knight like you doesn't have the time to worry about such silly things, although the prince thinks he would gladly (and generously) share some of his special made lip balm with you. preferably straight from his lips to yours. 

SO CUTE SO CUTEEE u get gojo so well mickey. i think no matter the au he would share his lip balm w u and he would do it in the most embarrassing way possible <3333 ohhh i adore him

AND THE ACTION SEQUENCEE ….. READER CUTTING HIS HEAD OFF FUCKKKK THATS SO COOL

"next." <- THEYRE SO COOL THEYRE SO COOL THEYRE SO COOL also the subtle reference to gojo’s shibuya moment…. i See the vision

the prince blue eyes rise from the sight in front of him to you and your eyes meet for the first time ever. a prince and his knight.

something about this line hits me so hard A PRINCE N HIS KNIGHT ….. their eyes meeting ………. the fated meeting between them hhhh

the prince watching the scene unfold with exhilaration. this just might be his dream – he's the damsel in distress and you are his knight.

PRINCE!GOJO IS SO MEEEE i would be so so SO infatuated… also mickey im literally so weak for casual reversals of gender roles <33 my biggest weakness. satoru is so damsel in distress coded….. pretty boy just wants to be swept off his feet!!

you're panting; a light sheen of sweat covers your forehead – a drop runs down the side of your face. the heavy armor and the sword are taking their toll but it's nothing new, you're used to this. thick dark blood drips from your blade - they're good friends by now, they often meet. the silver and red mix together, making a color you know all too well.  

im melting im crumbling im turning into Mush mickey u owe me financial compensation for this. i will NEVER be the same. i love this whole paragraph so much there r tears in my eyes its so TASTY…. such a vivid scene. i love knights SO much and i love this kind of depiction of beautiful brutality…… AND UR WRITING STYLEEE gosh its so pretty. im literally so invested already u dont UNDERSTAND T_T

he tries to bother suguru as much as he can, it's pretty much the only entertainment he has.

ANOTHER KNIGHT!SUGU MENTION im collecting them. putting them in my pocket. i need a whole entire fic of prince!gojo bothering knight!sugu they mean the WORLD to me

"stand back, your highness." you try to command him.

"no way." he replies with a smile.

HES SUCH A BRAT I LOVE HIM :( and wahhh theyre fighting together!!!!! theyve got each others back!!!!!! this is literally peak romance idc what ANYONE says

it's quite pleasing to watch; how smoothly he walks; with no shame - like he owns this clearing (he quite literally does). just like you, he knows he's already won this duel. it pleasing to watch how he raises his sword with a smile; how he knows there won't be a single consequence to anything he could possibly do to this man. he can have his time with him. 

i love him i love him i love him. u write him so WELL mickey T~T hes so playful and just. easygoing … so far above. like hes above all consequences and he IS….. theres smth almost scary about it but also sooo…. charming. i can rly imagine him fighting here, almost playing with his food, waltzing w his opponent…………. ”a boy, who's used to playfighting instead of surviving.” is rly the perfect description of it ty knight!reader <3

"this isn't a game." you deadpan to the price. 

SMTH ABT THIS ……….. maybe i really am just too weak to knights for my own good LMAO but im kind of in love w knight!reader. VERY in love w knight!reader. theyre so interesting and such a good foil to prince!gojo aaaaaa </3

it's uncanny, how good he looks. no. scratch that. it's uncanny, how excited he still looks. a smirk stays glued to his lips, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are just about to pop out of his head, pupils so dilated that the crystalline blue color of his eyes is almost entirely gone. his lips are parted and he's panting a little, resembling a puppy - ready to do anything just to go outside and play.

MICKEYYYY THIS ENTIRE PARAGRAPH IM LOSING IT IM BITING AT MY FIST LIKE A CHEW TOY oh god . hes so PRETTY im pissed. the way he almost seems manic….. BUT THEN U COMPARE HIM TO A PUPPYYYY MICKEY IM TEARING UP

hes so…….. hes just a little puppy. i want to pick him up n cradle him close to my chest. panting and wagging his tail ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ bro.

"these men are trying to kill you, your highness."  blood pools in your mouth and you spit it out, wiping your mouth once more. 

"whatever." he laughs. he plays with the blade in his hand but his eyes are cemented to your bloodied lips. 

OH HES NOT SLICK AT ALL…….

the prince's mouth falls agape. how dare you mock him? and how dare you look so good while doing it?

ME AND PRINCE!GOJO ARE LIKE THIS 🤝🤝 i really do adore this kind of dynamic… knight!reader is violent and beautiful and dangerous and gojo is just watching them lovingly <333

"and need i remind you, i am your prince." he stands next to you, eagerly trying to assert dominance but the jutted out lip almost makes you laugh. 

"oh, my deepest apologies for offending your pride, my prince." you bow down, just enough to really get your teasing point across.

THE BANTER THE TEASING THE THE THE (sound of buzzing static). ”my prince” i literally started foaming at the mouth I LOVE THEM BOTH SOOO MUCH

you watch the light go from his eyes and you let out a deep sigh. closing your eyes, you lift your head up to the sky, momentarely basking in the warm sunlight. 

(…)

but the over exaggerating sigh emitting from the prince makes you take a peek at him. he's almost mimicking you - standing up with his head lolled back and eyes closed, he also seems to be enjoying the sun. just like you.

this is such a pleasant mental image…… so vivid and peaceful and just. such a tender little respite from all the violence ……. and!!! the emphasis on the fact that theyre the same, that both of them r just two people basking in sun :< mickey u evil genius

he's staring down at you, looking at the concentrated look on your scarred face. the close proximity is already clouding his head, the touch deprivation really kicking in. yeah, no, he's officially addicted.

TOUCH STARVED GOJO TOUCH STARVED GOJO 👏👏👏👏👏 hes literally soooooo real to me. i think a headscratch could fix him

bending down you pick up the piece of cloth made out of the most expensive materials, surely, just for the prince. swiping your rough fingers over it, you marvel in the softness of it. it's completely and utterly foreign to you. not meant for you to touch.

not meant for u to touch ….. :c u show their differences in status so subtly n seamlessly… i almost forgot it bc of how in sync they were while fighting but im assuming that the gap between them will be a big theme later on in the series too and im just sooooo excited to see where it goes!!! i feel like its gonna make me cry tho :’3

”he's very well-trained." the prince muses.

"he is." (…) ”unlike you, of course." it's a mumble, if anything. a quiet breath under your nose yet the prince hears it nonetheless - his eyebrows shooting up.

"excuse me?"

READER IS SO SASSSYYYY oh i adore them. and again!!! their banter is so GOOD and fun to read im so addicted to ur dialogue aaaaa

"wait-wait! i don't even know your name! you just saved the prince, i really should now your name." he says loudly. he speaks like he's not afraid to take up space. you envy him. 

YOU ENVY HIMMMM………….. im literally so so SO interested in knight!reader their personality shines through so well in the narration and its just so good…. that subtle envy, maybe a bit of admiration…. like a child watching a dove take flight into the sky………. i am Thinking many thoughts (<- my obsession is growing deeper by the second)

"satoru." 

you look at him confused. the boy stands in the field of blood with a beaming smile and an outstreched hand. inviting you in. "my name."

"i know your name, your higness."

"well, i want you to use it."

"absolutely not, your highness." 

"i command you." 

…

MICKEY THE WAY I FELL TO MY FUCKING KNEES hes so…… ohhh hes just soooooooo…….. u made both prince!gojo and knight!reader WAY too charming and attractive i have no idea who im more jealous of atp 😭😭😭 ”i command you.” i respect reader so much bc i wouldve folded like a lawn chair

ALSO JUST … THE INTIMACY OF A NAME ….. him wanting u to call him by name, wanting to know urs…. reaching a hand out. beaming. hes the apple of my eye <3333

but theres smth sooo…. tender here that reader rejects i think. that little step hes taking into their world. but obv reader cant reciprocrate bc they just Arent on equal grounds at all…. GAHH I WANT THEM TO CALL HIM BY NAME THOUGH ☹️☹️ i feel like itd be so so sweet and i also think he’d fall to his knees PHSJDJS

"i pretend i do not hear, your highness."

his shoulders fall, his lower lip jutting out. "but you have to!"

"i do not, your highness."

"isn't a prince's command sacred?" he skips over to you. "or something?"

"or something, your highness."

oh hes the cutest EVER. just a little lad. skipping around. in my brain ur prince!gojo is making this :3 face 24/7…. and reading is just -_- THEYRE MY EVERYTHING

"good luck!" 

"oh, fuck off."

THEYRE SO <333333333 this is what love looks like to me

the prince is sure he's in love. and since love is blind, he definitely does not see the real danger of the situation; he truly believes you will kill this man in one go and you'll be on your merry way home. he'll be swinging his legs while sitting behind you, whistling alongside the birds.

oooooooohhhhhhh i love this. im sure im repeating myself atp but mickey u need to understand how much i love ur prince!gojo….. how perfect ur characterization of him is….. he’s spoiled, and he rly does seem to think that hes above consequences. which is probably INFURIATING for reading lmao but something abt it is almost…. idk the right word for it. he just has this innocence to him…

i also love how he’s just reader’s lil hypeman LOL. like a girl at the club who picks a fight w everyone and then brings her 6’0 boyfriend in to defend her LMAOOO

a clap. 

a clap is what brings your eyes up from the lifeless body laying dead on the ground. 

"knew you could do it!" the clapping echoes in your ears; another bloody ball of spit leaves your mouth and you wipe the remains with the back of your hand. "jus' needed a bit of help at first, no big deal."

this is so attractive to me im sorry I LOVE PRINCE!GOJO SOOO MUCH <333 i just know he was sitting there twirling his hair kicking his feet watching his beloved knight behead a whole man <33

ALSOOOO i hope ive made this clear enough already but!!! i love ur dialogue so SO much and also just ur writing style in general…… its extremely late here rn so my brain is a bit groggy but this is just so FUN to read, its not straining at all!!! and ur characterization is so so so enjoyable wahhhh 🥺🥺 im just so enamored by it all !!

"get up."

"nuh-uh."

...

"w- what do you mean 'nuh-uh'? get up, i'm taking you home."

NOT THE NUH UH PSJFKDJDJFJ HES SO INFURIATING 😭😭😭 i fear i am in love.

"lay here with me a moment."

"are you fucking serious?" 

HELP THE WAY HE WANTS TO HAVE A ROMANTIC MOMENT W U SOOOO BADLY ….. 

"this isn't a negotiation. get up."

"c'moooon."

"get the fuck up."

"you look really good from this angle, you know."

oh im so WEAK for flirty x stoic dynamics…. they give me butterflies i love these two to the moon and back actually. i need them to kiss.

in one quick motion, the tip of your blade touches his jaw - the cold steel tilting up his head. his adam's apple bobs and the sharp edge slides an inch on his glassy skin.

HEAVY BREATHING HEAVY BREATHING HEAVY BREATHING HEAVY BREAPDJDKFBDUXBXB MCIKEY. MICKEY. u r ticking ALL my boxes rn please stop i can literally feel my brain rearranging itself . i am Not the same person i was ten minutes ago

it's the quiet anger in your eyes; he can see that you're holding yourself back. if he were anyone else, he'd surely be dead already. you're clenching your teeth, your jaw tensing. it's hot. 

(…)

the tip of your blade presses more into his skin, making him back down with a breathy chuckle. he thinks you won't hurt him. 

oh, but you will. 

the cold blade sinks half an inch into his neck, stopping when a drop of blood dribbles down it. the sun shines down on the warm liquid, making it appear lighter in tone than it actually is. it trickles down the prince's neck and straight onto his whiter than snow shirt. just a drop.

the prince holds his breath. a new kind of excitement running in his veins. blood rushing to... somewhere. 

GOJO IS SO FUCKING REAL IM LITERALLY SALIVATING. mickey this entire sequence might be my absolute fave part of the whole fic and TRUST ME its hard to pick a fave …… i was foaming at the mouth reading this i literally have no words. this is my greatest weakness. im lying on the floor like a gutted fish. the blade tilting his jaw… the blood against pale skin…… the fear mixing w attraction i am going FERAL

(also can i just say …. gojo getting a fucking boner from this is so UNBELIEVABLY real i cant believe him. hes Me. we are the same. theres something very wrong w him <33)

the prince clears his throat and refrains from commenting on the fact that your warm hand still sits in his. it takes you a second to realize and you pull away from him as if you just got burned. the prince wipes off the blood on his neck – the wound remaining a constant remainder of you. looking away, you sheathe your sword and step towards your awaiting horse. you also feel the need to clear your throat; a strange lump keeps forming in there and you don't really know why. 

the prince follows you with quick steps and this time, to your surprise, he doesn't fight on the matter of going home. he lets you get on first and then with the help of your offered hand, he sits himself behind you – arms circling your armored waist. for safety purposes, of course. 

this is so so cute and tender …. the comfortable silence and subtle intimacy and the simmering tension ….. it feels like puppy love to me. at least from gojo’s side. just a bunch of blushing and nervous gazes and careful touches i am melting through the floorboards

the late afternoon sun is slowly starting to set, warming the back of the sleepy prince behind you. an unexpected weight rests itself against your shoulder and you try to glance at it – and it really is the sleepy prince. his eyes are closed, his long elegant white eyelashes lay against his skin. his cheek is completely smushed against your armor, both lips jutted out as if awaiting his fairytale kiss. he's kind of cute like this. 

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 mickey there are TEARS in my eyes help me hes the cutest eepiest sweetest boy in the whole wide world. AND THIS VIBE …. the sunshine…. the warmth……. i can literally feel it so vividly goshhhh this fic is so comforting

"hey!" a smooth voice calls to you and you're met with another knight. he's beautiful. 

OHHHHH MY SUGU RADAR IS BEEPING SO LOUD RN

he's stood by the castle gates, convering with another servant but seeing you he scraps his sentence and hastily makes his way over to you. he's holding his helm under his arm, his dark black hair gently blowing in the summery wind. his eyes are glued to the man behind you – you can see the worry swirling in them. and you can also see it disappear when he hears the prince snore. "is he sleeping?"

a sigh. "yeah."

"fuckin' christ. of course, he is." his eyes have now found yours and he's studying you. you're not from around here, at least not from this town. he reckons you're here for the money; he doesn't blame you. "thanks for bringing him back." 

THERE HE ISSSSSS ‼️‼️‼️‼️ MY SPECIAL BOY 😭😭😭😥😥😥😥😥 oh i LOVE the way u write him mickey hes soooo funny and snarky n secretly caring <333 the way hes worried at first…. stsg are soulmates no matter the universe i think

"i know. just... buy the sleeping beauty a new fancy little outfit with it, why don't you?" you can't hide the small little smirk on your lips, imagining his reaction to your words. 

I LOOOVEEEEE KNIGHT!READER I LOVE THEM TO THE MOON AND BACK IM PICKING THEM UP N COVERING THEM IN KISSES <3333333 mickey i literally cant tell u how in awe i am of u and ur characterization like. GAHH. theyre both SO charming i cant believe u have me simping for both of them 😔😔 wasnt one enough.

this prince — this irritatingly beautiful boy with an even more irritating personality and an even more beautiful smile won't definitely haunt you for the rest of your life. he won't.

right?

@me before starting jjk LMAOOO bUT seriously…. i love this paragraph!! so much. irritatingly beautiful rly is the best possible description of gojo i think…. and reader being in denial ………… these two are going to make me lose it entirely i can FEEL it

aaaand thats it for my notes !!!!! MICKEY IDK IF U CAN TELL BUT. im literally insane. i feel insane. i gobbled this up like the finest cuisine bc thats exactly what it is.

i loveloveLOVE ur take on them and ur writing and dialogue and characterization and just !!!! this fic in general !!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺 SO many moments had me giggling n smiling n foaming at the mouth LMAO….. i know i already said it but this was just so FUN to read, it didnt feel long at all and i enjoyed every bit of it <3333

ack. i just!! i cant praise u enough!!!!! im in awe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! in shambles!!!!! this fic deserves a billion notes and then some. i have the biggest smile on my face rn words cant explain how much i love this. how much i love YOU. tysm for feeding the entire fandom w this concept <3333333 uve added at least two decades to my life span im not even kidding i would lay down my life for u!!!!

i feel like i have so much more to say but the words just. Wont come out PLS just know ily and i love this and i love prince!gojo & knight!reader and im literally so excited to read the rest of this series u dont even KNOW. if u feel a sudden warmth envelop u out of nowhere today thats me hugging u telepathically <333 picking u up and spinning u around!!!!!! i appreciate u so much 🥺🥺

thank u so so so much for this meal mickey i devoured every single crumb. pls tell knight!reader & prince!gojo that i love them :’3

SUMMER - THE FIRST MEETING

☆. contains: prince!gojo satoru x gn!knight!reader; crack, fluff; meet-cute????; blood and death; tw gojo is fucking ridiculous; a couple of suggestive comments and a boner mention; also a knight!suguru mention (thank u moss); reader has scars

☆. word count: 6k

☆. note: dedicated to @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat thank you for being insane about them with me and thank you for being my inspiration&lt;333

adrenaline pumps in his veins.

the branches scratch his marble skin as he runs through the forest, followed by the loud thumping of six or seven men. the sudden loudness amidst the trees scares even the birds, flocks of them flying in their seperate ways over the clear blue sky.

"c'mere, boy!"

"yeah! we jus' wanna talk!" their deep dark laughter echoes between the trees. the prince's heart thumps in his chest - for once in his life he might actually be a bit anxious. nervous, even. no, no way. he'll talk himself out of it just like any other time. his charm will save him.

"wanna see what your insides look like, pretty boy!"

okay, maybe not.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

he tries to catch a glimpse of them over his shoulder and immediately trips over a branch, falling face first into a cute small clearing. the perfect little spot for a murder attempt of a prince.

"well, well, well. if it isn't the honored one." says one of the men that had been chasing him. another one steps into the clearing after him and from the corner of his eye he spots another pair. he's clearly outnumbered.

"why hello, gentlemen! fancy seeing you here! didn't take you for nature guys but it is a lovely day today, isn't it?" still down on the soft grass bed, the prince tries to slowly back away from the hunters before him.

"where's your sword, boy? stupid of you to come out without it. you never know what lurks in the shadows, heh." another voice booms from the left. two more men leaning on trees, one of them plays with a knife while the other lights a smoke. the bright sunlight bounces off the knife, making the prince gulp.

now typically, he would have it with him but well, he hadn't really planned on getting ambushed, now did he? his plan was to enjoy the warm weather and time away from his father. so this time, he does not have it. this one time he decides he'll do fine without it is the time for these money hungry bastards to make their move. how unfortunate.

"i was actually hoping to use one of yours." he says with a smile.

the men laugh.

a bald one steps forward, the leader the prince presumes. he plays with the tip of his blade, letting it glide over his palm as he starts making his way over to the prince.

"you really are as arrogant as they say. d'ya know how much your head costs?"

the prince laughs.

"what's so funny, boy?"

"i don't think you gents can even comprehend how much my head would cost."

a palm flies over his mouth, surpressing the giggles thrathening to leave. how can one be so proud of his own joke? his attackers stare at the prince with straight faces - they either don't understand or they're seriously beginning to take him for a bit of a loony.

"not funny? i thought it was funny. you know, head?" the prince's tongue pokes at his cheek, his hand making a back and forth motion and one of the men gags. "what?! you're the ones talking about my head!"

"enough."

the baldy is only a few steps away but the prince doesn't really have a plan. should he run again? the castle is far, would he even make it there? sure, he's fast but there's way more of them. hell, there might be more hiding in the trees. what if they do have horses somewhere? they'll catch him for sure. shit, where is suguru?

and as if an aswer to his question — a sudden loud neigh cuts the tension on the clearing and a saviour appears.

a black horse, with a mane darker than night, stands back on it's hind legs - looming over the prince and the peasants. a figure sits up high, bright sunlight beaming from right behind them, the shadow hiding their face. but the prince knows — it's not suguru. no, this is someone else entirely.

armor clangs as the figure hastily jumps off their horse, mumbling a quick go, boy! to the animal. he takes off into the woods, leaving just the hunters and the prey behind.

a knight. coming to save him.

"step back." confidently unsheathing your sword, you point the silvery blade at the baldy. your voice is rough and the prince definitely doesn't recognise you.

"we were here first." he bites back.

"he's mine."

and then the prince falls into a dream-like state. the short interaction between his knight and the bandits falls deaf on his ears as he's busy taking you in. who are you? you're surrounded by some kind of holy light — an angel, sent just for him. he has never seen you before, he'd definitely remember you if he had. he glances over your armor, noticing the small specks of rust covering the joints of the cuirass. you're not wearing a helm so the prince can take his time to remember your eyes; the big scar running down across your right eye forever engrained into his mind. and it's not the only one – you've clearly taken some hits; a strong warrior nonetheless. your eyes are set on the bald bastard in front of you – cold and hunter-like? absolutely devoid of fear and anything alike, you know you will best the men before you. you shall brush them off and count this as a quick and simple victory. your posture is immaculate, your head held up high – it's making him a bit jealous really, all the times he's been lectured about not having a straight back flood his mind. he should be ashamed. his eyes fall to your lips; they're a little chapped but that's completely understandable. a mighty knight like you doesn't have the time to worry about such silly things, although the prince thinks he would gladly (and generously) share some of his special made lip balm with you. preferably straight from his lips to yours.

a sudden light in the corner of his eye breaks breaks him from his dream and gives him a second to scoot backward – to escape the sharp blade coming down his way very fucking fast —

it lands right between his thighs, awfully close to his precious manhood and he gasps. big widened eyes gaze up at the perpetrator but before he can say anything, a quick swing at the man's neck makes the lump in the prince's throat grow in size. the man's mouth opens and closes twice, eyes rolling back before the whole head rolls off the body. it falls between the prince's legs, right next to the sword, the body following a mere second later. blood splatters out of the limp figure, painting the lush green grass a deep dark red color instead.

"next."

the prince blue eyes rise from the sight in front of him to you and your eyes meet for the first time ever. a prince and his knight.

but moment doesn't last. you tear your sharp eyes from his infatuated ones and glare at the men hiding in the treeline. it seems they need a moment to collect themselves – as they should. not everybody is able to cleave a head off a body in one swing.

they've heard stories about you.

an abrupt war cry emits from behind one of the trees, accompanied with the fast heavy steps of the man sprinting towards you. he's a good distance away, giving you more than enough time to ready yourself. his eyebrows are furrowed, fingers tightly gripping the sharp blade in his hand. he's approaching quickly, the ground thumping under his feet. you make your stance directly in front of the prince, ready to protect him, ready to keep him all to yourself.

while you're focused on the bastard coming straight for you, you barely make out the other pair of feet advancing from the other side.

"watch out!" a loud warning comes from down below you, the prince watching the scene unfold with exhilaration. this just might be his dream – he's the damsel in distress and you are his knight.

but to you, it seems that these poor men (including the prince himself) still underestimate you.

the yelling man meets his demise the second he's in your reach, a swift deep slash across his body stopping him in his tracks - he'll bleed to death in a matter of minutes. you think about how stupid they are for coming out here without armor or any other sort of protection. did they really think killing the prince would be so easy. however, you don't have time to contemplate the decisions of these silly little men because the other bandit is about to be on you.

almost stumbling over the prince's lanky legs, you realize that you're putting the prince way too close to the danger. you wouldn't want him to get hurt, now, would you? so, you take a bold step toward your attacker and pressuring him into making his move earlier than expected - which in turn, makes dodging it easier than expected. he swings his sword but you dodge it; he does it again - this time in the opposite direction but to no avail. you strike him once, twice – sending him staggering backwards before finishing him off with slash to his throat. he falls.

you're panting; a light sheen of sweat covers your forehead – a drop runs down the side of your face. the heavy armor and the sword are taking their toll but it's nothing new, you're used to this. thick dark blood drips from your blade - they're good friends by now, they often meet. the silver and red mix together, making a color you know all too well.

meanwhile, the prince sits on the soft grassy ground, observing the brutal scene. his hands shake from the adrenaline still pumping in his body; the excitement of the whole thing making him grow restless – desperate for some action. every day he sits in the castle, rows of words filling his vision – it's boring. he tries to bother suguru as much as he can, it's pretty much the only entertainment he has. sometimes he still messes around with the maids; aimlessly flirts with the younger women and cracks jokes with the older ones. but it's not enough. he needs this.

so, he scrambles to grab the dead man's sword from between his legs, drawing your attention away from the treeline, where three men still prowl.

"stand back, your highness." you try to command him.

"no way." he replies with a smile.

you reach out your hand, ready to push him aside - to usher him toward the other side of the clearing but a deep voice interrupts you.

"would you look at that, the boy wants to play too?" he chuckles darkly.

"bold of you to laugh while your friends lay dead before you." the prince sharply snaps back.

the man stays quiet.

you stare at him for a moment, raising a brow at his arrogance. you've heard that the prince has had some training and that he is supposedly good with a sword but to be this excited in a moment like this? he's something else, you surmise. he takes his place slightly behind you, ready to "watch your back".

in theory, you're still outnumbered even with the prince alongside you. the men are circling around you and it's hard to keep them all in your sights. two of them seem to be more focused on you, seemingly the only good idea they've had in a minute, and one is going straight for the prince.

they all make their move simultaneously, running wildy at the both of you. a loud clang — a swing against your tough armor; the heavy hit almost making you lose your balance. you collect yourself fast and take a quick left - successfully ducking away from the next blow. but the taking on two people at the same time is no small feat; the other bandit smacks you right in the middle of your face with the back of his sword, immediately flooding your senses with the tangy smell of blood. the warm liquid drips down to your lip and you can almost taste it. no, wait - you can taste it. a cut in your tongue, deep and painful, the result of it getting caught between your teeth. you've always thought it hard to bite your tongue and now, a mouthful of blood clogging your throat confirms that you won't be doing that again. you spit some of it out and bare your red stained teeth at the attackers.

the prince behind you is, surprisingly, holding his own very well. he's enjoying it. a cocky smile plays on his lips as he toys with the man. taking a step to the right and then to the left, as if checking his footwork.

"not bad, tough guy!" the prince laughs, making you glance over your shoulder but the movement in front of you brings your focus back to your guys. tired of playing around, you juke one of them and cut off the hand holding the blade; the man's wailing music to your ears. whilst he cries, you stab the remaining man right through his chest.

the prince and his dance partner are still going at it. the man swings his blade at the prince and he deflects it with ease. he keeps taking steps forward, forcing his opponent to back up; it's clear who's controlling the fight.

it's quite pleasing to watch; how smoothly he walks; with no shame - like he owns this clearing (he quite literally does). just like you, he knows he's already won this duel. it pleasing to watch how he raises his sword with a smile; how he knows there won't be a single consequence to anything he could possibly do to this man. he can have his time with him.

but there's a very distincitve difference between him and you. while the prince uses every possible chance to taunt and mess with his rival, preferring to toy with them - you would never. it's what really reminds you, who you're fighting alongside with. this is not some random drunk in a tavern or a even a skilled knight on a battlefield - it's the prince. a boy, who's used to playfighting instead of surviving.

your heavy armored boot sinks into the ground as you step between them, swiftly slicing your sword across his knees, making him fall down with a sob. you wipe the blood from your nose, slightly smearing it on your cheek.

"this isn't a game." you deadpan to the price. it's uncanny, how good he looks. no. scratch that. it's uncanny, how excited he still looks. a smirk stays glued to his lips, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are just about to pop out of his head, pupils so dilated that the crystalline blue color of his eyes is almost entirely gone. his lips are parted and he's panting a little, resembling a puppy - ready to do anything just to go outside and play.

"why not? i haven't had this much fun since – i don't know, fucking forever, probably."

the two last bandits cry on either side of you but you pay them no mind.

"these men are trying to kill you, your highness." blood pools in your mouth and you spit it out, wiping your mouth once more.

"whatever." he laughs. he plays with the blade in his hand but his eyes are cemented to your bloodied lips.

"whatever?"

another loud cry comes from the man with no arm.

"there are constantly people trying to kill me. it's no big deal." he drops the sword, aware he won't be needing it any longer.

"must i remind you – you looked pretty terrified before i arrived, your highness."

the prince's mouth falls agape. how dare you mock him? and how dare you look so good while doing it?

just when the armless man opens his mouth to let out another annoying wail, you end him with a strong blow, putting him out of his well-deserved misery.

"and need i remind you, i am your prince." he stands next to you, eagerly trying to assert dominance but the jutted out lip almost makes you laugh.

"oh, my deepest apologies for offending your pride, my prince." you bow down, just enough to really get your teasing point across. you spit out another clump of blood. stepping to the very last dying man on the clearing, you swat away his dirty hand and slice his throat. you watch the red liquid flow out of the wound and down his body. you watch the light go from his eyes and you let out a deep sigh. closing your eyes, you lift your head up to the sky, momentarely basking in the warm sunlight.

the silvery heavy boots you're wearing are absolutely tearing into the back of your heel and the constant irony smell and taste is getting rather annoying. your tongue hurts and your fucking nose hurts and if you're being honest, your whole damn body hurts.

but the over exaggerating sigh emitting from the prince makes you take a peek at him. he's almost mimicking you - standing up with his head lolled back and eyes closed, he also seems to be enjoying the sun. just like you.

gives you time to just look at him, though. his hair still looks soft as ever, like he hadn't been fighting for his life a few minutes ago. you know, he takes care of his hair - he just seems the type to spend inexplicably long in front of his mirror making sure the white tufts of hair sit nicely. his pretty little prince attire is messed up, though. it's dirty and stained green in some places; it's wrinkled, deep lines running all over his body. but then, you spot a patch of red on his beautiful pale skin. the dirt and the wrinkles you can look past but blood on the kingdom's beloved prince is a bit too much. he can't go back to the castle like that, can't have his parents worrying. can't have the king and the queen worrying. so, you abandon your place in the sun and walk over to him. the prince barely has the time to open his eyes before you're roughly grasping his chin and smashing his cheeks together.

"you uh- have a little something here, your highness." you wet your thumb in your mouth and bring it to his cheek, gently wiping it clean.

he should be at least a little disgusted. he's the prince! how dare you touch him like that! with your own fingers; with a saliva coated thumb, wiping at his precious face and oh, his thoughts are running wild in his head. he wants more of that. he needs more of that. sure, it's dirty – he doesn't know where your hands have been. well, he kind of knows, considering he literally just watched you decimate six men. but your hand cradling his jaw is something he doesn't get that a whole lot.

sure, his mother kisses him on the cheek every once in a while and there are people helping him dress and even wash himself but it's just not it. he wants somebody to really touch him. like you're doing right now.

he's staring down at you, looking at the concentrated look on your scarred face. the close proximity is already clouding his head, the touch deprivation really kicking in. yeah, no, he's officially addicted.

when you finally release his face from your hold, his own hand rises to return the gesture but you harshly swat his hand away.

"none of that." you grunt as you for the nth time of the lovely afternoon, wipe your own blood off off your face. turning away from him a piece of clothing on the ground catches your eye.

"so you're allowed to be all bloody and muddy but i am not?" since your back is turned to him, you can't see his face but you're so sure you just heard him pout.

"because my appearance does not matter, your highness. all that matters is you being returned safely."

"right." his eyes bore into your figure, trying to take a mental picture of the cravings on the back of your armor. he doesn't recognise those either.

bending down you pick up the piece of cloth made out of the most expensive materials, surely, just for the prince. swiping your rough fingers over it, you marvel in the softness of it. it's completely and utterly foreign to you. not meant for you to touch.

"i do believe this is yours, your highess?" you turn back to him and reach out your arm, offering it to him. he nods but makes no attempt to retrieve it from you.

"shouldn't you put it on, your highness? doesn't it hurt?" you inquire, genuine curiosity evident in your voice.

"no, i want to keep looking at you without restrictions."

usually, you don't fall for such simple words. usually. but this really caught you off-guard. your breath hitches just a little as you stare back at him. he confidentally holds your gaze, no regret in his eyes. if anything, a glint of proudness shines in them. you try to brush it off.

taking a few steps, you simply push it into his hands and a bright smile plays on his lips as he pickets the blindfold. he's annoying, you conclude in your mind.

in the background you hear a quiet neigh, breaking the sweet little moment between the knight and the prince – your horse letting you know that it has returned to you.

"he's very well-trained." the prince muses.

"he is." you look at your companion with pride and beckon it closer. stopping right in front of you, his dark mane glistens under the sunlight. you give him a few pats before adjusting the saddle.

"unlike you, of course." it's a mumble, if anything. a quiet breath under your nose yet the prince hears it nonetheless - his eyebrows shooting up.

"excuse me?"

you look up at him.

"you are excused, your highness. 'though, i really oughta return you home now, i'm sure your parents are terribly worried." you gesture to the horse.

he scoffs. "ah yes, surely, the king is worried."

you hum knowingly. you've seen him waltzing around town a few times, a bitter old man; desperate to keep his claim on the land and even more desperately trying to build a clone out of his son. trying to open up his brain and stuff it with battelfield strategies while the boy himself is occupyied with actually taking care of his people. that much you know about him.

stepping back from the saddle, you motion for him to climb on but to your displeasure, the man steps back.

"wait-wait! i don't even know your name! you just saved the prince, i really should now your name." he says loudly. he speaks like he's not afraid to take up space. you envy him.

"that is irrelevant, your highness. now, please." you motion to the animal beside you again.

the prince takes another big step backward into the centre of the clearing. he does a spin, enjoying the warm sun and completely ignores the dead bodies all around him.

"satoru."

you look at him confused. the boy stands in the field of blood with a beaming smile and an outstreched hand. inviting you in. "my name."

"i know your name, your higness." you stare at him blankly. this is the prince? your kingdom will soon be in his hands? you're doomed.

"well, i want you to use it."

"absolutely not, your highness."

"i command you."

...

satoru's lips twitch upward – awaiting for your reply; thinking he's won already. clearly not enough people tell him no.

"i pretend i do not hear, your highness."

his shoulders fall, his lower lip jutting out. "but you have to!"

"i do not, your highness."

"isn't a prince's command sacred?" he skips over to you. "or something?"

"or something, your highness." you sigh, looking at him, silently begging for him to climb onto the horse and be on your way to the castle and then to the nearest bed. you reckon you deserve as muc —

"where do you think you're going?"

a voice - coming from the other side of the clearing. it's deep, like thunder. and there he is. the seventh man of the group and he's big. this is who the guys were probably betting on doing the all of the work. shit.

"hey, who are you?!" the prince shouts and you almost push him into the bush next to you.

"i see you've already dealt with my dear friends. that's a shame. one of 'em owed me a drink."

"and you'll be dealt with, too, if you don't stop right there!" you yell back at him, making him laugh.

"listen here, tin can," the humiliating nickname makes the prince snicker and you have half the mind to actually smack him. "i'm not here for you. 'm here for your pretty little boyfriend."

"he is not my boyfriend!"

"no? so you're not on a lovely stroll in the woods together, hm?" he's now in the middle of the field and the reality of this man's size is making you gulp. he's very obviously towering over the both of you and well, armor won't really do anything if your opponent can just crush your skull.

"we actually are!" the prince answers with a smug smile. and this being the final straw, you hit his shoulder with everything you've got, making him stumble backwards.

"how dare you?" he whispers. you try your utmost best to ignore him.

unsheathing your sword, you start making your way over to the man.

"good luck!"

"oh, fuck off."

the prince is sure he's in love. and since love is blind, he definitely does not see the real danger of the situation; he truly believes you will kill this man in one go and you'll be on your merry way home. he'll be swinging his legs while sitting behind you, whistling alongside the birds.

"what kind of a man doesn't fight his own fights?"

"the prince kind, you dumb fuck."

you meet him smack in the middle of the blood field. fingers gripping the handle of your blade; how does one fight a giant? you hold your ground, boots leaving a deep print into the mud. a flock of birds flies high above you, altering the way the sun bears down on you. it shines right into your eye and the second it's gone, the giant is a foot lenght away from you, angrily raising his sword – ready to make you bleed —

but then his mountain-like body moves a step to the side, a force pushing him aside and away from you.

the prince.

your eyes widen and you try to pull him away from the giant but you're too late – his heavy hand does it for you and prince goes flying back; falling back onto his ass, groaning and moaning. you lock eyes with the bandit boss and clang! — the sound of his rusted sword colliding with your polished one reverberates throughout the whole forest. the entirety of this man's strength is making your knees buckle and he chuckles at you. another clang and then another; one right after the other. you don't stop; with taking big steps you force him to lose his edge of towering over you. another clang but this time you spin youself from under the impact, pulling your sword upwards and scoring a hit on the giant. red blooms from under his shirt but he's unrelenting. a swish and a clang and yet another clang - and you manage to trip your rival; he bares his back to you and is punished for it immediately. a strong swing of your blade tears into the skin of his neck, the red now pouring out. he falls to his knees, facing the prince. a growl leaves your lips when you raise your sword for the last time for today - it smashes through the thick pinkish meat of his neck once more and with that, you've beheaded exactly two men today.

a clap.

a clap is what brings your eyes up from the lifeless body laying dead on the ground.

"knew you could do it!" the clapping echoes in your ears; another bloody ball of spit leaves your mouth and you wipe the remains with the back of your hand. "jus' needed a bit of help at first, no big deal."

the eye roll you give him only irks him on. "all offense, i did not need your help, your highness."

"i don't know, definitely looked like you did, though. the sun seemed to be doing a number on you."

a few fast paced steps toward him make the corners of his lip pull up even higher. fuck, that's really beginning to get on your nerves.

"get up."

"nuh-uh."

...

"w- what do you mean 'nuh-uh'? get up, i'm taking you home."

"has anyone ever mentioned that you're very bossy?"

"has anyone ever mentioned that you're very irritating?"

"yes, many times actually." he says it like he takes pride in knowing that.

"that is not a good thing, you know."

"lay here with me a moment."

"are you fucking serious?"

his answer is a smile. FUCK.

"get. up."

"tell me your name and i will."

"this isn't a negotiation. get up."

"c'moooon."

"get the fuck up."

"you look really good from this angle, you know."

in one quick motion, the tip of your blade touches his jaw - the cold steel tilting up his head. his adam's apple bobs and the sharp edge slides an inch on his glassy skin. he would rather give up one of his precious balls than to admit that you do look a bit scary like this. but just a bit. it's the quiet anger in your eyes; he can see that you're holding yourself back. if he were anyone else, he'd surely be dead already. you're clenching your teeth, your jaw tensing. it's hot.

your burning eyes bore into his icy blue ones and a short breath of air escapes your nose. it's the twinkle in his eyes that's really pissing you off now. you're getting tired; this isn't a game. the tip of your blade presses more into his skin, making him back down with a breathy chuckle. he thinks you won't hurt him.

oh, but you will.

the cold blade sinks half an inch into his neck, stopping when a drop of blood dribbles down it. the sun shines down on the warm liquid, making it appear lighter in tone than it actually is. it trickles down the prince's neck and straight onto his whiter than snow shirt. just a drop.

the prince holds his breath. a new kind of excitement running in his veins. blood rushing to... somewhere.

"up."

when all he does is blink up at you, you press the sharp blade deeper into the small wound, making him wince - a small ah-ahh leaving his pink lips.

"i will take you home now. understood," a final push. "your highness?"

the prince nods against your weapon; feeling his pants getting tighter and tigher by the second. he shakes his head to rid of these thoughts. you are his saviour, his angel, his knight. it is inappropriate.

to his surprise, you offer him a hand, which he so generously takes. the small and short-lived skin to skin contact making his crush only worse. pulling him up onto his feet he bumps into you, making him almost lose his balance if not for your hand in his. this is the same man from before? who was toying with his opponent? weird.

the prince clears his throat and refrains from commenting on the fact that your warm hand still sits in his. it takes you a second to realize and you pull away from him as if you just got burned. the prince wipes off the blood on his neck – the wound remaining a constant remainder of you. looking away, you sheathe your sword and step towards your awaiting horse. you also feel the need to clear your throat; a strange lump keeps forming in there and you don't really know why.

the prince follows you with quick steps and this time, to your surprise, he doesn't fight on the matter of going home. he lets you get on first and then with the help of your offered hand, he sits himself behind you – arms circling your armored waist. for safety purposes, of course.

with a shallow breath and a gentle shake of your head, you grab the reins – letting your noble steed know you're ready to go.

the ride to the castle is quiet (you figure it would be time for the prince's afternoon nap anyhow). birds chirp on the branches growing over your head, squirrels chase each other down the tree barks. the late afternoon sun is slowly starting to set, warming the back of the sleepy prince behind you. an unexpected weight rests itself against your shoulder and you try to glance at it – and it really is the sleepy prince. his eyes are closed, his long elegant white eyelashes lay against his skin. his cheek is completely smushed against your armor, both lips jutted out as if awaiting his fairytale kiss. he's kind of cute like this. when he's not being a dick.

a gentle smile graces your lips as you continue on your ride to the castle. upon arrival, you're met with the townsfolk's glares. understandable, considering you have a knocked out prince on your back.

"hey!" a smooth voice calls to you and you're met with another knight. he's beautiful.

he's stood by the castle gates, convering with another servant but seeing you he scraps his sentence and hastily makes his way over to you. he's holding his helm under his arm, his dark black hair gently blowing in the summery wind. his eyes are glued to the man behind you – you can see the worry swirling in them. and you can also see it disappear when he hears the prince snore. "is he sleeping?"

a sigh. "yeah."

"fuckin' christ. of course, he is." his eyes have now found yours and he's studying you. you're not from around here, at least not from this town. he reckons you're here for the money; he doesn't blame you. "thanks for bringing him back."

"sure."

"i'll get him inside and then i'll bring you the reward." he slightly shakes the snoring man but nothing.

your eyebrows shoot up. "the reward?"

"for bringing him back? the king put out a reward?" it's the knight's time to sigh. his big hands wrap around the prince's waist and he pulls him onto his shoulder. watching him getting manhandled like a doll is quite funny to you. the knight does the smallest jump in order to move the limp body into a more "comfortable" position before looking at you.

"oh... no need." you tell him.

"no? the king put it out, not me, you know."

"i know. just... buy the sleeping beauty a new fancy little outfit with it, why don't you?" you can't hide the small little smirk on your lips, imagining his reaction to your words.

the knight snorts quietly. somehow he already knows the prince will be asking about you the second he opens his eyes. he'll bombard the black haired knight with questions about you as if he'd know any better. he's already preparing himself for the headache he'll surely get.

you take one last look at the prince on the knight's shoulder and rein your horse away from the men, setting your mind on finding a place to stay.

this prince — this irritatingly beautiful boy with an even more irritating personality and an even more beautiful smile won't definitely haunt you for the rest of your life. he won't.

right?

[blueheartedmayor]

royal runaway verse!!! >:3))

Christmas has proven to be a much different affair outside of the castle.

It’s the first that Prince Damien and the Knight have had since they became just Damien and Jay, and the adjustment has been… Odd, to say the least.

Damien’s seen little of Jay for the weeks approaching the holiday; they’ve been in high demand to help ensure the village is ready for the harshness of winter. Be it patching drafts in homes to keep the icy chill at bay, keeping the herds stocked with fresh hay, or hacking enough firewood to get every family through many bitter storms, there’s been few moments that haven’t been spent resting or being called to another job.

The distractions are welcome, truthfully. While Damien’s not been exactly slouching either, offering his own talents to the villagers by enchanting the women’s knitting needles and spinning wheels with a charm that threads the warmth of their own hearts and well wishes into the wool, easing the bitter ache of the elder’s bones in the cruel chill with a kind smile and soothing balm, and making the firewood stacking into a fun game for the children, Jay knows the festivities are reminding him of his lost home. They see the sadness that taints his smile when he sees a family embracing. The far off glaze to his eyes as the merriment grows to a crescendo, wishes of cheer and a kind new year being shared over a mug of mulled wine. He tries to hide it, in that agonizingly selfless way that he always keeps his grief and pain hidden close to his chest, but Jay sees it nonetheless.

They can’t stand it.

They spend days thinking of something to strike the melancholy down. Their prince’s (Still their prince, because he always will be, whatever the royal courts say be damned.) face should never be twisted with such misery, not while they still live and breathe to remedy it. But what can they do? The castle and its lavish parties are lost to them. The village has neither the resources nor the space for anything close to the festivities he remembers, and his family is equally out of the question. Though the letters from Celine are cherished, they’re as infrequent as they are dangerous, and few messengers would travel so far in the season, regardless.

Jay doesn’t know what to do. Only that they must do it, for if they see Damien bite back another surge of tears, they’ll surely snap.

The idea comes to them while they’re helping the farmers push a particularly stubborn bull into the barn for winter, and they stop so suddenly in their efforts that the bull stumbles into its pen in alarm. The farmers turn to thank them, but they’re already halfway saddled atop their horse by the time they open their mouths.

When they’re asked later what the purpose of their sudden galloping trip out of the village was about, they’ll claim that it was simply for supplies. And they wouldn’t be lying. At least not fully. They had brought back a hefty sack of candied fruits to be shared amongst the villagers for Yule morning, after all.

Its true purpose wouldn’t be revealed until Yule itself.

Damien’s bundled by the crackling fire, relieved that Jay had found time to fortify their own home against the winter cold as a storm rattles the windows and howls like a wounded animal just outside, when the knight themselves emerges from their room looking almost… Shy? They’re shuffling their gaze oddly as they join him by the fire, sitting with a nervous rigidness that betrays their nerves entirely. It takes them several moments to finally move their hands in sign without thinking better of it and restarting.

My Prince, I… I’m aware that this Yule has been… Difficult for you. As has this entire year. I cannot claim to be capable of bringing you even a fraction of the splendor and comforts of your past celebrations… I can only offer you this.

With shaking hands, they bring a humble parcel from behind their back to be placed in Damien’s hands. The paper it’s wrapped in is scuffed and torn in places from where it’s been left in a saddle bag, but the twine tied to keep it together has done its job surprisingly well. Should Damien open the package, he’ll find a worn looking copy of a tome of spells he’ll recognise from his once extensive library in his once royal study. It’d not been among the few books scavenged and brought with the pair on their escape; a sad thing, as it had been one of the prince’s favourites. He’s long since have likely accepted that such luxury items would never be his again in this new life, and yet… Here one is.

It’s not even close to what you deserve, I know, but… I hope even in its lesser state, it can offer you some sense of home, my liege. Jay’s quick to downplay the gift, cheeks flushing from more than the fire, and while it’s obvious that the tome is second hand and somewhat damaged, it still must’ve cost a considerable amount of gold. Or an insane amount of haggling. Perhaps both!

@frxgments-of-frxgments

-

A life after losing everything you were once familiar with was daunting. Going from a prince, to a disowned son, to a convict, to a wanted criminal, to a supposed nobody in a quiet village in the far corner of the kingdom was something that still took Damien by surprise when he stopped to think about it. He was slowly regaining the strength back in his muscles, and the cane for his damaged leg was being relied on less and less. If it wasn't for his Knight, he would have faded away to nothing in a prison, locked up for crimes he never committed.

His Knight - no, Jay, the only one who believed in him. The only one who ever listened and stayed by his side. The one Damien had loved since they were teenagers and was unable to confess due to fear they would be taken away. Even now, it all seemed very inopportune. Did they even like it here? He saw the way they constantly hopped from one job to another, even before the demand kicked in. Did they miss the safety and structure of life in the barracks? Was that something else the former prince had destroyed?

He needed to keep himself busy. Tutoring the local children and helping the illiterate with their problems only did so much. He began dedicating himself to his magic, refining the skills that he could remember to aid those who had been nothing but kind to the two strangers (surely they all knew the truth about who these two really were). He had to do anything to stop himself from thinking, and he didn't want to burden Jay any more than he already had.

But as the Yule season drew nearer, he was finding constant reminders that he had lived a lie. He had a sister who was kind, but distant, and parents that thought of him as a burden instead of anything useful. They were so sure of this, they saddled him with false charges shortly after they caught wind that Damien was trying to set some matters right amongst the corrupted family's reputation.

If he had never been born into a royal family, would he have been allowed a family like those he walked by? Would he have been granted parents that looked forward to seeing him, a sister who wanted to play games with him, and feel like he belonged? He wasn't jealous or angry at those that knew better; rather, he was mournful for what he would never have. It shouldn't be something that small that knocked him down, but it was merely another link to the chain of troubles and woe that had been pulling him under the surface.

-

He needed to keep himself busy. He had to do something to repay Jay's unwavering selflessness. They had thrown their life away just for him. They were destined for far greater than being a personal knight. Maybe they should never have stayed if they wanted to return to the army. Someone would instantly hire them. Damien could count on one hand the soldiers that were more skilled than his Knight.

And yet, they were helping everyone with jobs to prepare for the bitter cold winter. He needed to repay that favour, and so he set to work. Some of the local women had taken pity on Damien's inability to mend and darn clothing and began teaching him in payment for his magical aids. With their help, he had been able to craft Jay a...

Well, it was supposed to be a cloak made from a heavy, dark brown fabric that was going spare, with an internal lining of wool from the local sheep. Then it turned into a blanket with a hole at the top for the head. He was at an utter loss, until the ladies showed him how to attach a hood around the neck, and cut holes on either side for the arms to come through.

When alone, he would spend the rest of the afternoon casting enchantments on it - protective charms to shield Jay from harm, spells of warmth to keep the cold air out, incantations to make it harder to stain. Let it serve as the warm company that Damien longed to be.

It was awkwardly folded, placed in a reused sack, and tied with rope as neatly as possible. Should he present it to them on Yule? No, that wouldn't be fair. They have been so busy. What if it put them under pressure? What if they didn't want to do anything? It would be wrong of Damien to make assumptions. He stayed by the fire and left the present on the floor beside his feet. He would need to decide what the best option was.

Before he could, Jay emerged from their room, looking oddly shy. It was something that Damien forced himself not to dwell on, instead drawing his eye to the way they refused to show their hands until after they were sitting; and even then it was an awkward looking position. He was about to ask whether something was the matter, only for Jay so fumble and then begin signing.

"I... You don't need to worry about me," he started, a familiar argument after all this time. "We both know that life was..." Whatever he was going to say disappeared on his tongue as Jay revealed a gift. For him. A present.

Had they ever exchanged gifts, officially, while Prince and Knight? Right now, Damien was drawing a blank. He accepted the present with a quiet 'thank you' and placed it on his lap. Even if it would take very little to tear the damaged paper apart, Damien insisted on carefully untying the twine and revealing the present as it was intended to appear. It had been heavy, and he guessed it was a book, but he would not have expected to see the book that was once his trusted reliable when it came to spells. It had been the one book that hadn't been found when the maids were frantically trying to prepare a satchel for the Knight to take on the night of the escape. He knew it wasn't his copy, but that didn't matter. This book... It was here.

Damien was speechless for several long moments. Then, with little warning and tears in his eyes, he threw himself forward to tightly hug Jay. "Thank you."

He couldn't manage to say anything else without his voice cracking, but nothing more needed to be said. One of the few symbols of a happier life was here. He could properly resume his studies, and... Jay must have spent a small fortune on it.

It took nearly a minute before he felt composed enough to pull back to look the solider in the eye. "I... Don't know how you managed this. It's... I didn't think it would exist outside the castle. But I, um, I can't even say how much this means to me, Jay. T-there isn't a lot I can do in return, but I hope my present for you is adequate."

Trembling hands dropped down to lift the bundle on the ground. "I know it - it won't be like anything you would have worn this time of year in the barracks but I, I wanted to make you something to help enduring this freezing weather better." Slowly, the parcel was presented to Jay. "I hope you don't mind the colour. I... didn't really have a choice."

[mazeinthemiroh]

you said we could spam you with requests??? AH you just opened up so many possibilities for me <3333 could you do a skz reaction for them showering w their s/o for the first time?? i love them sm <3 your work is amazing

stray kids reactions to showering with their s/o for the first time

genre: fluff, crack, suggestive

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warnings: cursing

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bangchan

he's the one to suggest it obviously. he will randomly say to you "hey, you wanna... save water with me?" and then laughs hysterically like the dork that he is. he will look at you with the biggest grin you've ever seen as he starts giggling at your reaction. of course you say yes to your boyfriend's cheesy request. he's so excited it's actually hilarious, he can't stop looking at you and touching you and smiling his head off. you can't help but adore him.

lee know

this little shit- okay so he will make flirty comments the whole time just for the sake of it. and also he will grab the shower head and run the shower cold only to point it at you because he loves CHAOS. you were expecting a peaceful shower time with your boyfriend? i'm sorry to break it to you but that ain't happening. i think you are much safer having a bath because he's fully relaxed and occupied with the bubbles <3

changbin

gosh, he's all over the idea for real. he can't stop grinning when you step in the shower with him, dork number 2. his hands are all over you, he can't even help it. from your hips to your back to running his fingers through your hair. he also loves it when you turn him around and massage his shoulders and back, because he needs it. the way your fingers kneed into his joints perfectly, in just the right way. the whole situation is like heaven to him.

hyunjin

honestly, he would've preferred to have a bath with you. he's a romantic guy, he likes the idea of you chilling in the tub together and enjoying each other's presence. but he is still excited about showering with you. he will be bossy though. he tells you to pamper him, wash his hair for him, and treat him like the prince that he is. which you happily oblige to, of course. and seeing the little smile on his face warms your heart more than anything else.

han

it's like the most casual thing in the world to him. some people would be flustered and shy about showering with their partner for the first time but NOPE. not hannie. he's a confident king. confident in himself and in you and in your relationship. without even asking you he's lathering shampoo in your hair and starts talking your ear off about the corrupt society we live in or about the cute pokemon key chain he found at the store yesterday. best shower ever.

felix

it's a very fluffy occasion for you both. like hyunjin, he would like to have a bath with you too, just to chill and relax, but he doesn't care either way, so long as he is with you >.< he will do your hair and essentially take care of you in any way you need him. so respectful and caring and gentle. after the shower, he loves to grab a massive, fluffy towel and envelope the both of you inside it <///3

seungmin

"hey, seungmin, you want to have a shower with me?" "why?" "because... it'll be fun?" "okay but whyyy?" "because... i want to?" "yeah, but why do you want t-" "seungmin!!" that's essentially how the conversation would go. he's just so confused about why you would want to have a shower with him. but once you finally get him in there, he sees why... you catch him staring at you and then looking away bashfully, avoiding eye contact altogether. he's acting like he did before he started dating you, and you find that adorable.

jeongin

is as bright as a tomato when you even suggest the idea. will take him about a whole-ass week for him to prepare himself mentally for this and when the time finally comes he is still not ready. he suddenly becomes very interested in the walls of the shower, the shower head, the shampoo and conditioner sitting on the side; basically keeping his eyes occupied on anything that isn't you.