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fl100r · 24 days ago

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💕Fairy Friend💕

⋆𖦹°Prince!Bakugou x Fairy! Female reader⋆𖦹°

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fluff, oneshot ,sfw

Fairy reader: You're racist to fairies. You got turned into one because you insulted one, and it cursed you to be a fairy during the day but at night you turned normal size, You have no family, because they also racists to fairies. Bakugo and you met when he tried to get you, you looked like a roach. Now, you and him are a duo in the woods, platonically. At least, you think it's platonically, though.

Bakugou: Bakugou’s just out adventuring since he’s going to be king in a year, he might as well explore alone before getting stuck in a castle with a bunch of boring people. He felt something on his back, thought it was a roach, and tried to hit it but stopped when he saw it was a fairy. it was you, screaming at him. somehow you two became close and now he kinda developed feelings for you but don't know for sure. now you both sitting next to each other eating in a restaurant discussing what's the next adventure.

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MORNING

at All you can eat Cafe both you sitting across each other both plates have pancakes its morning right now.

"How can you eat normal-sized food when you're that little?"

"Cause I can. Mind your business I'm eating."

sigh "Aight... after this, we should look at the map, see where we're goin' next..." takes a mouthful of pancakes. Fatass

"Can we rest, dude? I've been flying too much lately."

"Huh? You barely fly. You’re always sittin’ on my head or chillin' in my pockets. I’m the one walkin’ here. And I’m perfectly fine, too. Look at me. Heh I’m not tired at all."

"Mhm. Mmm hmm. Mmm," you mumbled, cheeks full of sweet desserts.

As YOU yes you fatass finished your breakfast before Bakugou, you noticed an old man walking past the restaurant with a large sack slung over his back. He looked tired, worn down, as he stepped into a shabby-looking shop that had definitely seen better days.

You glanced over at Bakugou still busy with his food then darted toward his our backpack. Quick as ever, you snatched the money sack and took off, flying straight toward the run-down shop.

"HEY! COME BACK! YOU LIL FUCK"

At the shop as you carry the big money sack in your hands looking around, and saw a gorgeuas mirror as you look at it caressing the edges looking at yourself at mirror.

"is there anything you like little one?"

"MOTHER OF PEARLS! OuHuh.. you startled me sir.. heh. Uh yeah How much is this mirror?"

"oh its 20$ coins dear"

"I'll take it!-"

"YOU!-"

Bakugou looked at you as you flew toward him, already handing the old man 20 gold coins, carrying the heavy golden mirror in your tiny hands.

"Ugh… heh. Let’s go rest in the cabins they’ve got here. I’m so tired you too, right?"

You flew past him, acting casual, even though he was staring at you intensely. Honestly, with how small you were, you had no idea why he didn’t just swat you like a bug sometimes.

Without a word, Bakugou snatched the mirror from your hands and tucked it into his bag. You blinked in shock you really thought he was just gonna glare at you while you struggled to carry it all the way to the cabins.

"Thanks, buddy," you said, plopping yourself on top of his head. You patted his hair and dangled upside down over his forehead, smiling wide. You didn't notice but Bakugo cheeks was a tint of pink just for a second.

EVENING

at a cabin its almost dawn, both of you decided to rest.

Bakugou, as he was undressing, glanced over at you while browsing through the items you both had just bought for the journey.

You were fixated on a golden mirror one you had picked out yourself. You traced your fingers along the detailed edges, mesmerized by the intricate, handmade craftsmanship.

Bakugou stared at you with a neutral expression, not really sure why he was so caught up whether it was you or the mirror that had him fascinated, he couldn't tell.

"Yo dawg, what the heck you lookin' at? My tiny ass or somethin'?"

"So? I’m just watching you spend our money on useless shit."

"You’re rich.. you’ll be fine, cheapskate."

He turned his back to you, facing the wall as he struggled to get his button-up shirt off. His face was clearly flushed, but you brushed it off he’d always been like that since the first time you met.

You hovered in place, sitting on the edge of the windowsill, legs lazily swinging back and forth. The room was quiet, save for the faint rustle of fabric and the creak of old wood beneath your movements.

"You know, for someone who acts all grumpy and explosive, you sure get shy fast."

"Shut up," Bakugou muttered, his voice low and gruff. He finally yanked the shirt off and tossed it onto a chair.

You smirked, not even offended. "I'm just saying. It’s kinda cute."

He tensed up for a second just one before grabbing his travel bag and muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, "Damn fairy."

You floated over and landed lightly on the bed, wings folding behind you. "You’re lucky I’m the cool kind of fairy, y’know. Some of us curse people for less."

"Yeah? Remind me to take my chances next time," he shot back, but his tone was softer than usual.

He lay on the bed, getting ready to sleep, pulling the blanket up as he settled in. You laid down too right on the pillow, your tiny body close to where Bakugou’s head rested.

His eyes drifted shut, breaths evening out, slow and deep. You turned your gaze to the window beside the bed, watching as the sun sank lower behind the trees, golden light melting into dusk.

The room was filled with silence. Only your quiet, tiny breaths and your partner’s big, steady breathing filled the space.

For a moment, nothing moved. Just the glow of the setting sun casting long shadows, and the soft rhythm of two strange travelers sharing a pillow one heavy, grounded and warm, the other light, restless, and watching the world fade into night.

You looked at Bakugou, sleeping peacefully his face relaxed, mouth slightly parted, soft snores escaping with each breath.

You reached out, almost touching his cheek… until your wings started to glow.

The light pulsed gently, casting a shimmer across the pillow. You froze.

It was time.

Without another second to waste, you darted off the pillow and zipped toward the window. Your wings glittered as you passed, scattering tiny flecks of magic in the air.

The moment you slipped outside, the air shifted. A swirl of glowing dust surrounded you, the world blurring as your tiny body stretched and grew.

In a breath, you were back full-sized, grounded in the cool night, your bare feet touching the grass just beyond the cabin.

The transformation was always strange, a little dizzying. But tonight, standing there in the quiet.

NIGHT

You locked yourself outside. L

You tried squeezing back through the window like usual, but it wouldn’t budge completely stuck. And besides… you were too big now. Fattie

With a dramatic sigh, you gave up and walked around to the porch of the cabin, barefoot and slightly bitter. Your magic didn’t work at night at least, not the good kind. All you had was flying, and even that was pretty useless when you’re human-sized and freezing your wings off.

You sat down on the wooden steps of the porch, arms wrapped around your knees as the cold night air brushed against your skin. Your wings fluttered instinctively, trying to shake off the chill, but they offered little comfort.

Above you, the sky stretched wide and quiet, stars scattered across the darkness like someone had spilled glitter. You tilted your head back and stared for a while, the silence pressing in, soft and heavy.

Stuck outside. No magic. No blanket.

Just you, the stars, and a really annoying human probably drooling on your half of the pillow. You let out a Yawn and leaned your head against the wooden pole beside you, the one holding up the porch roof drifting to sleep.

“ACHOOAHUH!”

Bakugou sneezed loud enough to rattle the window, groaning as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand. He blinked blearily at the faint shimmer in the air tiny flecks of fairy dust drifting down like glittery betrayal.

He turned his head toward the pillow beside him… empty.

His brows furrowed. “...The hell?”

Then he heard it soft fluttering noises coming from outside, just beyond the front door.

Still sniffling, Bakugou got up and padded across the wooden floor, rubbing at his eyes. He stopped by the window beside the door, squinting into the dark.

There they were.

Those familiar, fluttering wings glowing faintly in the night air.

You, sitting out on the porch, head leaned against the wooden pole, looking about five seconds away from falling asleep upright.

Bakugou leaned closer to the glass, eyes fixed on you as you slowly drifted off against the porch pole. Your wings gave a lazy twitch, your head tilted slightly, eyes barely open as sleep crept in.

He didn’t open the door. Didn’t call out.

Just watched.

Damn.😔

He wished he could hold you — really hold you.

He’d only ever carried you when you were tiny, curled up in his fist or tucked in his pocket like a little annoying firefly. He’d never held you like this — full-sized, vulnerable, real.

Not once.

Bakugou quietly opened the cabin door, stepping onto the porch with careful, almost hesitant footsteps. The wooden boards creaked under his weight, but you didn’t stir.

He sat down beside you on the stairs, keeping a little distance so he wouldn't wake you. You were shivering slightly, wings fluttering with each breath, tiny glints of fairy dust trailing behind you like snow.

The sight of it made him huff a quiet laugh. YOUR damn dust always leaving a trail.

He remembered every time enemies had tracked you both down just by following the shimmer you left behind. And he really remembered that one time the idiot that jumped out of nowhere and scared the hell out of him. He’d practically blasted a hole through the ground trying to fight back, only to turn around and see you fainted mid-air, flopped in the dirt like a sparkly little pancake.

Bakugou snorted at the memory, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked over at you.

As the memory played in his head you fainting mid-air, him screaming, dust everywhere a soft thump pulled him back to the present.

You’d tipped back in your sleep, wings folding in as your body slumped gently against the wood behind you.

Bakugou moved fast, catching the back of your head with his hand before it hit the wood. He held you there carefully, making sure you didn’t stir. You were a light sleeper, always twitching at every creak, every shift in the wind.

He stayed still for a moment, breathing quietly. Then, slowly really slowly he slid his hand away and shifted your head to rest against his thigh instead.

You didn’t wake.

He leaned back against the wooden door, tilting his head just enough to look down at you. Your breathing stayed even, your face soft and peaceful.

Bakugou didn’t say anything.

Didn’t need to. He just stayed there, one hand resting lightly beside you, the stars above flickering like they were trying to listen in. as he Drift to Sleep.

1 YEAR LATER

MORNING

At the royal coronation, Bakugou’s subjects cheered like their lives depended on it. Trumpets blared, flags waved, and petals rained down from above.

And you?

You were sitting comfortably on the shoulder of a marble statue his mother’s statue, no less legs swinging lazily as you watched it all go down. The crown was placed on his head with the kind of ceremony that made old nobles tear up. Bakugou turned toward the crowd, expression locked in the same signature scowl he always wore.

You snorted.

He looked like someone just asked him to babysit a hundred toddlers not like he just became king. Still, his people cheered, screamed, and cried for him anyway. They loved him. Or feared him. Possibly both. After the formalities, the castle grounds erupted into celebration tables stacked with golden trays of food, fountains of drink flowing, music echoing through the air.

All in honor of King Bakugou. He didn’t smile once. You, however, had already stolen three honey tarts and a goblet twice your size. Life IS good.

“Oi,” Bakugou said, eyeing the now half-empty goblet with a look of both disbelief and judgment. “You seriously just drank all of that? While you’ve got the tiniest ass ever?” You paused, mid-float in the oversized goblet, the wine nearly up to your chin “Yessss Mind yer Business,” you said with a little hiccup, grinning like a menace. “Come on, dude! Drink and eat! Can you watch the goblet for me? I’m in it heheh…”

Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something about royal embarrassment and damn fairy freeloaders, but he still reached over and kept a steady hand on the goblet so you wouldn’t tip over. “Don’t drown in there. Not tryna explain to anyone how I lost my tiny-ass court moth during MY coronation feast.”

“KATSUKI, GET OVER HERE!”

Bakugou flinched so hard he nearly dropped the goblet with you still lounging in it like a smug little fruit garnish.

"🫧🫧ahgrgrgr gorr eg🫧🫧"

He grumbled under his breath, steadying the cup before carefully setting it down. “Don’t drown,” he muttered, already stomping off toward the booming voice.

“Katsuki,” she said, voice tight with expectation, “meet Princess Mizuki” She stepped aside, revealing a girl in a glittering gown, all soft smiles and political ambition.

“…She’ll be working closely with you during the next few weeks,” his mother added sweetly. “Very closely.”

Bakugou narrowed his eyes. “As a what?”

His mother gave him that look the kind that meant she was two seconds from smacking him upside the head in front of half the kingdom. “As a potential suitor, Katsuki. You're king now. It’s time you started considering your future.”

Bakugou’s eye twitched. You, from the goblet, hiccuped loudly. as Bakugo deeply sighed at you and his mother.

EVENING

Evening had settled in, painting the palace walls gold and rose. The roar of the crowd from the Royal Games echoed in the distance people cheering, music still playing somewhere in the gardens, and the smell of roasted meats drifting through the halls.

You were sprawled across Bakugou’s bed, surrounded by a battlefield of torn dessert wrappers and syrup-sticky fingers.

He was standing near the window now, the ceremonial jacket finally clinging to his shoulders like it knew better than to fight him. His shirt collar was slightly crooked, and his hair still refused to behave, but he looked unfairly kingly.

“You done sulking about the speech?” you asked, popping a sugared nut into your mouth.

“I wasn’t sulking,” he grunted, not looking at you. “Just… thinking.”

“Oh no. Not thinking. Anything but that,” you teased, floating up slightly with a buzz of wings, half-dizzy from the sugar high. He glanced over his shoulder at you, something like a smirk pulling at the edge of his mouth. “The hag said I gotta give it soon. After the last match. Subjects’ll be watching. Nobles too. Probably that stuck-up princess from earlier.” You landed on the back of a chair and crossed your arms. “Then tell ’em what you always tell me when I’m whining.”

“..‘Shut up and stop being a little bitch”

You grinned. “Exactly. That’s leadership right there.”

Bakugou huffed a laugh rare, real. It caught in his throat like he wasn’t expecting it, like even he didn’t know he could laugh like that anymore. You smiled at the sight. Not a teasing smirk. Not your usual sugar-high grin. This one was slower, quieter… warm. The kind of smile you didn’t give just anyone. Because that laugh?

It made something in your chest twist a little.

Outside, the cheers got louder. The final match must’ve started. The speech was next.

“C’mon, King,” you said, fluttering next to his shoulder. “Time to go lie to the people about how you’re soft and approachable.” He rolled his eyes, but didn’t push you away when you landed lightly on his shoulder. “Stay there,” he muttered. “You keep me from decking someone.”

“Aw, I'm your royal anger support angel”

“Shut up,” he said again but this time, quieter. Almost fond.

Then he turned, straightening the gold-accented collar himself, eyes fixed on the door ahead like he could already hear the crowd waiting for him.

No hesitation now.

He rolled his shoulders, sharp, ready then glanced at you, his voice steady. “Let’s go.”

You blinked. “You’re not nervous?”

Bakugou scoffed. “Tch. What for? I’ve been through worse than a bunch of loudmouth nobles and drunk villagers.” He paused, lips twitching just slightly. “And besides…” He nodded toward you. “Got my little dumbass fairy with me. We’ve handled worse.”

You felt your wings buzz a little harder and Your face heating a Lil maybe from the compliment, maybe from the soft way he said. Then he opened the door. The hallway beyond was lit in golden torchlight. Guards stood at attention. A court announcer stood at the end of the hall, ready to call the king forward.

You flew up to hover just above his shoulder, like you always did. Like you were meant to be there.

And when the grand doors opened, the noise from the crowd hit — cheering, clapping, the kind of roar only a kingdom could make when they saw their king. Their chosen king.

Bakugou walked forward with zero fear. Chin up, jaw set, fire in his stride. The crown sat heavy on his head, but he wore it like it belonged to him — because it did. He stepped up onto the platform overlooking the arena grounds where the last of the Games had finished. The people were chanting his name. Flags with his crest flew high. The kingdom was alive with light.

He didn’t look at a speech scroll. Didn’t need one.

He raised a hand, and silence fell like magic.

Then he started to speak.

NIGHT

The hall was full of laughter, spinning gowns, clinking goblets, and polished shoes sliding over marble floors. The Dance Ceremony was in full swing — nobles twirling, servants sneaking bites of untouched desserts, musicians playing something soft and flowy in the corner.

You hovered above it all, wings glinting in the golden light as you watched people pretend everything in life was simple.

Bakugou was over by the long banquet table, surrounded by his old squad. His friends from before all the king stuff — the ones who actually got him to smile without trying too hard. He looked... relaxed. At ease. That rare version of him that only came out in small windows.

You smiled at first. He deserved that. He earned it.

But then she walked up to him — the Princess. The one his mother practically shoved at him during the coronation. All polite bows and soft voices and perfectly braided hair. She reached out, touched his arm lightly while laughing at something he said.

Your smile dropped.

You blinked, shook your head, and flew higher — escaping toward the open balcony just above the hall. The night air hit your face like a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in.

Cool breeze, stars overhead, moon hanging like a crown in the sky.

You landed lightly on the railing, arms crossed as your wings fluttered slow and tired. It was quiet out here — peaceful. But your thoughts weren’t.

You looked back through the open doors. Bakugou was still talking to her. Still standing there, letting her lean in. He wasn’t even looking annoyed.

You frowned.

Your brow knit without you noticing.

Why are you annoyed?

It’s not like he belonged to you. Not really. You were just a cursed fairy, half the time. His travel buddy. His partner. A platonic duo. That’s what you told yourself. That’s what it was.

Right?

You’d spent a year together. That’s all.

But in that year…..

He almost died beside you more than once. And you nearly threw yourself into the fire with him every single time. You shared food in silence when the road was too long and your wings were too tired. He always gave you the last bite, even when he pretended not to notice you staring at it. You slept beside him, not just because you had to, but because it was warm, and safe, and somehow it felt… right. You patched his wounds with your too-small hands, your magic barely enough. He never winced. Never looked away. He carried you in his palm when you couldn’t fly never called you weak for it, never dropped you, even when it meant walking slower. Even when it meant fighting with one arm. He laughed not that fake scoff, but a real laugh when you made dumb jokes. Like the world cracked open just a little and let the sun in. And that one time… when you pretended to be asleep after a long day, curled up by his shoulder, wings limp with exhaustion…

He brushed your hair out of your face with the gentlest touch you didn’t think he had. You were supposed to forget that part. But now, sitting on this balcony, breeze in your face, heart a little too loud in your chest...…Okay, so maybe it was a lot for just a year.

Still. You shouldn’t feel this twisted pit in your stomach.

You shouldn't care if she danced with him.

But you did.

And now you were wondering why your heart beat faster every time he looked at you a second too long.

You’re on the balcony. It’s night. The moon’s out. Stars scattered like salt across the sky.

But your body small, glowing, wings still fluttering hasn’t changed.

You blink.

Once. Twice.

You look at your hands. Still tiny. Still dust-covered. Still… fairy.

Why aren’t you transforming?

You always change at night. That’s the rule. The curse. The deal you made with the universe when you mouthed off to a pissed-off fairy who hit you with magic older than time.

But here you are.

Still small.

Still glowing.

Still cursed.

Your breath catches. A knot curls in your gut not panic, not yet, but close.

“Wait…” you whisper, looking around like someone might explain it to you. “Is it… the curse?”

You glance up at the moon, glowing soft and whole. This isn’t a cloudy night. This isn’t the wrong hour.

You feel your heartbeat quicken. Or maybe that’s just your wings.

Did something change? Did something break?

Your hands rested on the stone railing. Wings still. Breath slow.

You were glowing.

Too much.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Then-

"Hey."

You flinched. Just barely.

But you masked it fast.

You turned your head and there he was standing in the doorway like the whole King thing meant nothing. No crown, no posture. Just Bakugou, eyes narrowed, jaw tense like he was annoyed... or worried.

"Shoulda known you’d sneak off," he muttered, stepping out into the night air, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

You forced a grin.

"What, miss me already?"

Your voice came out easy. Teasing. Totally not suspicious. He rolled his eyes. “You always bolt when things get too boring. Thought you’d drown yourself in wine again or somethin’.”

"I'm pacing myself."

You pointed to your faintly glowing chest. “Only half-lit, see?” He stared at you a second longer than necessary. His eyes flicked not in that aggressive Bakugou way, but something quieter. Sharper. Almost like he knew something was off. But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he moved beside you and leaned his arms on the railing, his shoulder a small mountain next to your perch. You glanced at him, heart still rattling in your chest.

Act normal.

“Party too royal for you?” you asked, flicking your foot out. He scoffed. “Party’s fine. People are annoying.”

You smiled a little more real this time. Then he added, without looking at you,

“…You good?”

Your breath caught. But you nodded. “Yeah. Just tired.”

Another quiet pause stretched between you. The breeze moved gently through the trees. Below, you could still hear music and laughter from the ballroom. Bakugou shifted slightly, arms resting on the balcony rail, crown slightly tilted from how many times he’d probably shoved a hand through his hair.

Then, still looking ahead:

“…I like you.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

You blinked slowly. Thought maybe you imagined it. But he didn’t laugh. Didn’t tease. He just stood there, He finally looked at you, expression unreadable but eyes… honest.

“You’re loud. And dramatic. You sparkle everywhere. But it’s you.”

“…Bro. Are you about to die? People only say stuff like that when they’re dying.”

He scoffed, brow twitching. “I’m literally fine mothman.” You shifted on your feet, wings fluttering anxiously.

“…You sure it’s not just the crown getting to you?”

He turned toward you fully, now, sharp gaze locked in.

“I’ve carried you in my pocket, watched you fall asleep on pancakes, and fought a snake the size of a carriage for your tiny ass. Think I know what I’m saying.”

You blinked again. Mouth parted. No jokes came this time. Just… warmth. Deep and terrifying. “…Oh.”

He stared. Waited. You took a shaky breath.

“Wanna say that again? But, like… slower. For my diary.”

He rolled his eyes. “Tch.” But the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth? It wasn’t annoyed. Not really.

“Come on, at least give me a damn straight answer.” Your wings twitched behind you, brushing against your arms like they were trying to hide you. You swallowed hard, eyes flicking away. “Hehe… I… mm.” Words caught in your throat.Your chest felt way too tight for how small it was. Everything you wanted to say knotted together and tangled behind your teeth. Bakugou sighed — not frustrated, but gentler than usual. He stepped a little closer.

“Hey.”

His voice was quiet now.

“You don’t have to say it if you’re not ready. I ain’t going anywhere.” You looked up at him.

That damn scowl of his was still there, but softer.

Just him.

And you.

And the stupid way your heart thudded like it was trying to fly out of your chest. “…I like you too,” you finally whispered, barely audible.

Then a little louder:

“A lot.” He blinked.

And you swore, swore his smirk softened into something damn near close to a smile.

“’Bout time,” he muttered, stepping back just enough to fold his arms. “Was starting to think I’d have to spell it out with fairy dust or something.” You giggled, wings fluttering.

“Please don’t. That’s so corny.”

“So uh… what now…” you mumbled, still very much glowing and flustered. Your fingers fidgeted with the edge of your sleeve.

Bakugou tilted his head slightly, smug already brewing in his expression.

“Do we… uh…” You made a vague gesture between the two of you.

“You know…”

He raised a brow, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Do what?”

You groaned and turned away dramatically, covering your face.

“Ugh, you know... kiss or something!”

“Wow. So forward.”

“You literally confessed first!”

“Didn’t say you could kiss me though.”

You turned back to him, deadpan. “Do you want me to or not?”

He leaned down just slightly, smirk still in place, voice low—

“I dare you.”

Your wings flicked once.

Challenge accepted.

You floated up, just a bit, close enough for your forehead to brush his—then paused, hovering in that split second of heat and hesitation.

“…You’re really smug for someone who’s about to be kissed by a fairy.”

“You’re really slow for someone who won’t shut up about it.”

You rolled your eyes. And kissed him.

Just a quick one—soft, unsure, but real. Magic dust shimmered faintly in the air around you both.

When you pulled back, your cheeks were on fire. His were too.

But he still had that look. That stupid, soft smirk.

“You look stupid.” You crossed your arms mid-air, wings still fluttering gently behind you. Bakugou raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed. “You look—”

A burst of light exploded off you brilliant, blinding, golden. The fairy dust shot outward in a glowing spiral, scattering like stars across the balcony. You gasped as the ground seemed to vanish from under you your body stretching, shifting, growing

And just like that-

You were back. Normal-sized. Human.

But your balance? Gone.

Your knees buckled from the shock of the shift, and before you could catch yourself

“Ah—!”

Strong arms caught you mid-fall. You looked up, blinking past the lingering shimmer of dust in the air, and saw Bakugou’s face inches from yours, eyes wide with surprise and just a bit of panic.

You were still half in a daze, blinking up at him from his arms, cradled like some dramatic romance book heroine which, to be fair, wasn’t that far off right now.

“…You caught me.”

Your voice was quiet.

He snorted, shifting you gently to steady you on your feet, but didn’t let go entirely.

“Course I did, dumbass.”

A beat passed.

“…Could’ve warned me before exploding fairy glitter in my face, though.”

You smiled, still breathless.

“You like the glitter. Don’t lie.”

He rolled his eyes, hands still firm on your arms as if he was waiting to be sure you were really solid, really here. No tricks. No illusions.

And for a second, neither of you moved.

Just you, glowing faintly in the starlight.

And Bakugou, holding you like maybe he finally didn’t want to let go.

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷

thanks dawg for reading!

first time writing fluff btw, Idk want to do with the ending so uh mb if u think the ending suck ass

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velvetcoves · 5 years ago

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some V3 relationship HCs :) (boys)

(f/n)= first name <3

-mod velv

K1-B0 (KIIBO)

★ I LOVE HIM-

★ anyway

★ Kiibo has a basic understanding of human nature, but there are things that he just.. doesn’t get

★ like.. why do you have so many cups?? don’t you need only a couple?

★ and yes, he supposes that rock shines, but why do you need it?

★ you’ll have to explain to him some of your nature, and most humans as well. he’s very interested in learning as much as he can :)

★ after he gets some of it, (which took a while), he’ll start collecting little things that remind him of you. like a crow

★ your reactions mean everything to him

★ if you have any games that require timing, i have one word for you.

★ Kiibo.

★ he can literally pass any levels you’re stuck on

★ did i mention he heats up?

★ even though he’s.. made of metal, he’s surprisingly very comfortable! however, there are times where some parts of him dig into you uncomfortably, but there are solutions :)

★ like sweaters!! and blankets

★ speaking of, i feel like Kiibo would have a love-hate relationship with winter

★ on one hand, he gets to see you in the snow, help you make a snowman, and keep you warm during the cold nights

★ but.. his body gets stuck more often.

★ and the metal gets cold quickly, and he doesn’t want you cold :(

★ but you just remind him of the sweaters and you’ve got a happy robot :)

KOREKIYO SHINGUJI

★ whenever you two go out, he always has to be touching you in someway

★ it’s never something big, and most times you don’t even notice him until later

★ more often than not, his hand finds its way to your back

★ it’s now a habit of his, to kind of lead you with that

★ if his hand isn’t at your back, i feel like it would be somewhere on your arm. like a linked arm, or he’s holding your hand so he doesn’t lose you in a crowd.

★ ok but his h a i r?

★ can i be a simp for hair

★ he definitely would let you, and only you play with his hair. like braiding it, brushing, etc.

★ i feel like he would rarely call you by your actual name, because he uses so. many. pet names.

★ “angel, could you grab that for me?”

★ “dearest, come here for a second.”

★ stuff like that smh oh to be called dearest by Kiyo

★ he’d tease you sometimes as well

★ if you’re shorter than him, he’d definitely hold things above his head so you couldn’t grab them. and if you’re taller than him, then oh boy. he’d hide stuff from you. not important things, but stuff you’d need only in that specific moment.

★ he also really likes to play with your fingers lol it helps him concentrate

★ ok but just imagine.. Kiyo in the middle of a conversation, you’re not really paying attention as you’re screwing around on your phone. suddenly, Kiyo’s soft fingers interlace between yours, giving your hand a squeeze before he begins to play with your index finger as he continues to talk. tracing the shape of it into his mind. almost like he wanted to make a copy of you.

★ he could never try to replicate you, though. you’re so perfect to him.

RANTARO AMAMI

★ TEASE KING. STEP ASIDE KOKICHI

★ Rantaro is definitely that dude that if you’re wearing a hat, he’ll pull it down over your eyes or he’ll just straight up steal it.

★ play with his hair plEASE-

★ his hair is soft, threads through your fingers rather easily, and smells like lime

★ y’all are that couple that has one’s head in their lap as they read or somethin, playing with the other’s hair.

★ he is also that dude that comes up behind you, covering your eyes with his hands as he whispers, “guess who?~”

★ Rantaro actually has pretty small hands, and they’re actually cold most of the time.

★ beware of him and his goddamn hands smh

★ he will definitely stick his hands under your shirt for “warmth” as he so says. you know that he just wants to see your reactions

★ he’s actually god at eyeliner, so if you need to wear some, he’s your guy. hey, the dude has sisters.

★ speaking of, his sisters absolutely ADORE you. usually when you go over to his house they just.. immediately snatch you for 99% of the time and Rantaro is just “😀”

★ he leaves you little doodles everywhere. like he’ll bring you a book you asked for, and like on the 120th page there’s a crow with heels and it's the funniest thing you’ve seen all day

★ he starts laughing when you bring it up, and eventually you both are just laughing so hard at it you can't breathe

★ he has so much fun when he’s with you. he can never repay you

SHUICHI SAIHARA

★ steal his hat steal his hat steal his-

★ Shuichi is flustered rather easily when it comes to you, so use that information to your advantage hehe

★ expect lots of cuddles from him, especially those back hugs. like the ones where he’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, leaning his head on top of yours if you're shorter, or against your back if you’re taller.

★ he’ll let out a small sigh of content as he nuzzles into your form, trying to keep his face hidden.

★ he finds your voice so soothing, especially when you read to him? like watch this:

★ you two are working on one of his cases together. your job is reading out his notes from the scene, your voice a low murmur as he works away. you haven’t noticed that he’s just.. stopped writing, staring at his pen as he begins to play with it. scratchy handwriting is what his eyes rake over, an adoring smile plastered to his face as he just listens. eventually you notice he’s stopped. “..Shuichi?” your soft voice asks, and he jolts a bit, grasped from his daydream. “a-ah.. sorry (f/n).. continue?”

★ more often than not it's your murmurs that causes the sleep deprivation to slap him in the face and just be knocked tf out.

★ helping him with cases is one of your favorite things?? like Shuichi you’re so smart give yourself some credit?????

★ every morning he greets you with a small smile. even though he’s still really tired, he makes an effort for you :)

★ i love funky detective man smh

GONTA GOKUHARA

★ b,, baby man,,

★ if you’re terrified of bugs, he’ll try to keep his little friends away from you, he doesn’t want to scare you at all :(

★ if you don’t mind bugs/you like them, he’ll be overjoyed!!

★ he probably has a bug named after you

★ more often than not, you’ll find them in your room or on your things. usually they’re really gorgeous, he says they remind you of him that day :)

★ he tries to switch up the bugs you find each day, so it’s always a little surprise when you enter your own room

★ ask him to carry you

★ he wants to carry you.

★ pl e a se

★ Gonta is also really warm, and his hands are HUGE

★ expect so many head pats from him. he loves how small you are compared to him

★ boops from Gonta? boops from Gonta.

★ this man straight up craves your cuddles.

★ because of his body temperature and scent of pine, it’s not hard at all to fall asleep in his embrace

★ i feel like he wakes up rather early, so he gets the pleasure of watching you sleep

★ not in a creepy way! he thinks you look so.. peaceful. angelic, is more of the word.

★ he absolutely LOVES seeing you in his clothes. just the way the cloth envelopes your tiny frame, you with your adorable smile and sweater paws?

★ god he loves you sm

RYOMA HOSHI

★ when you two first got into a relationship, he rarely touched you.

★ he literally had no idea what to do

★ he lived all of his life on eggshells, scared of every coming day

★ and then you, his ray of sunshine, just came to him?

★ he’s just so lost

★ however, you knew what to do.

★ you basically taught him that no, you’re not going to disappear from his life at any given moment. you promise.

★ it took some convincing, but you got there.

★ anyway, he doesn’t show too much PDA, but he’s taken up the habit of grasping your sleeve when you two walk together

★ given the fact that you’re likely taller than him, this boy l o v e s your hugs.

★ the way you just envelope him in your loving embrace.. he feels like he doesn’t deserve it.

★ he might tell you so, but you quickly shut him up with a kiss or something :)

★ spooning spooning spooning-

★ he’s usually little spoon, but he’ll be big spoon if you want :)

★ Ryoma really likes being held by you. he feels like time stops, like all that matters is you in that moment.

★ he just feels so safe when he’s around you. he’s gotta get used to it

★ one time when you both went on a date, you accidentally found the main base of the stray cats in your town

★ they LOVED him and now you go there frequently to visit the cats

★ ya’ll definitely have a cat from there too smh you’re so cute

KOKICHI OUMA

★ at the earliest stages of your relationship, i have two words for you.

★ good luck.

★ you are not safe from Kokichi.

★ you are targeted by him.

★ anyway, i definitely feel like he would be so clingy with you.

★ he doesn’t care that you’re in public, he will latch onto you and be a nuisance.

★ holding onto your sleeve, holding your hand, latching onto your leg so you have to drag him around, full on trying to tackle you, etc.

★ p i g g y b a c k r i d e s

★ if you don’t want him to completely annoy you, just hoist him up onto your back for a ride

★ he LOVES it

★ i also feel like he wouldn’t really know what he’s doing at first.. you make him feel so many things, emotions that he thought were buried a long time ago. it’s a bit too much for him

★ patience is key with Kokichi. please just wait for him. he’ll catch up when he’s ready.

★ but when he does? and when you’ve convinced him you’re not leaving anytime soon?

★ you have the most caring and lovable man right at your side.

★ he’s.. so soft with you.

★ Kokichi absolutely adores being held by you. probably the most out of the V3 crew. he feels so secure, so sure of your relationship in those moments. he sleeps best when you’re around, which he desperately needs due the insomnia that plagues him most nights.

★ quiet cuddles are such a treasure to you. he’s usually silent during your cuddle sessions, his head either in the crook of your neck or buried in your chest, inhaling your scent so he can imprint it to his mind. it makes you more in love with him.

★ also DICE adores you-

KAITO MOMOTA

★ he is,, the biggest simp for you,,,

★ literally every single day, Kaito looks at you with the biggest grin on his face because every time he looks at you, he notices a new thing that makes him love you even more.

★ stargazing da te s✨

★ ^ these dates often end up with him going on a rant about the constellations and their movements, star types, etc. and you love him for it

★ his coat is so warm?? you wonder how he wears it 24/7

★ he absolutely LOVES it when you tackle hug him. he doesn’t even care if he was in the middle of a conversation, just feeling the sudden embrace of his s/o makes him melt.

★ those tackle hugs usually end up in him turning around and scooping you up, spinning you around before planting you back down and giving you a sweet kiss

★ PDA? he loves it

★ he NEVER would do anything that makes you uncomfortable though.

★ your PDA mostly consists of hand holding, hugs, all that soft stuff :)

★ he would definitely have to do a double take if you ever wore his jacket.

★ “hey (f/n)? where-“ and he’d just s t a r e at you, his face going ablaze in red

★ he’s like that Tamaki gif

★ yeah that one ^

★ more often than not, you get piggyback rides from him

★ the gentle rock of his body as he walks, his overall warmth, his scent of lavender.. it’s perfect to lull you asleep.

★ he wouldn’t have it any other way :)

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voltage-vixen · 4 years ago

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A Pandora Party

Fandom: Kings of Paradise Pairing: Taki Kozaki x MC (Female)

“Are you sure he’s coming? Taki did mention that he was supposed to be meeting with Mr. Ashiba this afternoon,” MC questioned to the smug looking investor casually sipping away at a martini.

MC had been in the kitchen of her and Taki’s home about to prepare a special homecooked meal to celebrate the day of his birth, when Yosuke texted her that there was an emergency up at Pandora. Assuming the worst, MC raced out the door and even chose to skip the elevator as she ran towards the staircase fearing as to what could be this urgent for Yosuke to call upon her out of the blue. Imagine her shock (and aggravation) when she found Yosuke alongside Shun and Kiyohito lounging around. Yosuke insisted on throwing a surprise party for Taki. Relived it was nothing serious, but reluctant to disturb Taki at work, MC would have been lying if she didn’t admit how much she missed him. Nodding her consent, Shun pulled up a chair and she joined the guys while they waited for Yosuke’s Operation Get Taki to Leave Work commence.

“You don’t have to worry about a thing, MC,” Yosuke chirped, the cheerfulness in his voice suspiciously exaggerated. “Good ole’, Taki should be here any second now!”

Kiyohito rolled his eyes, and Shun’s eyebrows arched while Yosuke tossed back the rest of his drink, oblivious to the confused glances the two men had been exchanging with MC. Kiyohito and Shun were having a silent conversation among themselves, each encouraging the other to ask the question Yosuke was obviously baiting them to ask, until eventually Kiyohito sighed in exasperation and turned to face their rowdy friend.

“Um, Yosuke? What exactly did you say to Taki that makes you so assured he’s going to leave work in the middle of the da-”

“MC!”

Taki’s voice suddenly boomed across Pandora as he burst through the entryway. Sweat trickled from his brow and his suit jacket was disheveled. Clearly, he was out of breath since his pants were sharp and heavy, but nonetheless, that didn’t stop him from darting over to MC. Grasping the sides of her arms, Taki quickly scanned her up and down, almost as if he needed to assure that everything was fine.

“MC, are you alright? Are you feeling okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” Taki questioned, the evident of his concern coating his eyes as he caught her gaze. “Should I take you to the doctor? Forget that-we’ll have the doctor come to you!”

“Taki! Taki, calm down!” MC shouted, grabbing ahold of the sides of his face. “Relax. Relax, everything is fine. I’m fine, but you don’t seem to be. Do you care to explain what’s going on?”

Yosuke who had been sitting quietly up until this point, jumped from his chair and obnoxiously clapped his hands together.

“Allow me to explain, MC! I may have told a teeny tiny smidge of a fib to ensure Taki’s presence tonight for this humble little gathering,” Yosuke admitted, without the tiniest hint of remorse in his tone. “I told him you fell into the pool.”

“You did what now?” she yelped. “Yosuke, that’s not something you lightly joke about!”

“Yosuke, that’s shameless, even by your standards,” Shun sighed, while Kiyohito shook his head in disbelief.

“Yosuke!” Taki yelled, glaring at the man he was contemplating on looking into hiring a hitman for hire for. “What on earth would possess you to do something like that?”

“But Taki, I only wanted all of us to be able to celebrate your birthday together,” Yosuke pouted. He blinked his eyelashes, playing up the infamous puppy dog pout he was known for using to worm his way back into the good graces of those close to him.

“Taki, I think Yosuke realizes he was in the wrong,” MC coaxed, reaching out to give his hand a squeeze. “But his intentions seemed to be selfless. Why don’t we celebrate with the guys for a bit, and then I can whip you up something to eat later at home?”

“If that would make you happy, then sure,” Taki responded. “As long as I’m with you, it doesn’t matter what we’re doing.”

“Since the couple approves, I’ll run and go grab the cake then,” Shun volunteered. “Kiyohito, would you mind coming with to help me carry up the utensils?”

“Sure, not a problem,” Kiyohito replied.

Setting his drink down onto the holder of the chair, Kiyohito stood up and trailed after Shun until Yosuke, Taki, and MC were left alone in Pandora. Yosuke intentionally began to cause a scene by clicking his tongue, rapping his knuckles down onto the surface of the table. Taki’s fingers instinctively drew to their temples of his head, knowing that the jabbering about to pour out of Yosuke’s mouth was likely to cause him a headache.

“So, Taki?” Yosuke slurred, propping his elbows down onto the table next to the pool and resting his chin on the palms of his hands. “What are you going to wish for? Money? No, not money. You already have plenty of that? A boytoy for Sydney? No, no, that can’t be it either. Sydney’s not old enough to date….she’ll actually probably never be old enough by your standards. What could you possibly want that you don’t already have…..think, think, think. Hmmmm…….Wait……..Wait……..OH I GOT IT!! A BABY!! You could wish for MC and you to have a baby! I’ll even offer my babysitting services for free when the two of you have a baby!”

“Um, Yosuke?” MC attempted to interject, but instead was drowned out by Yosuke breaking into song.

“Taki and MC sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carri-AH!”

SPLASH!

Taki and MC hurried back away from the pool, shielding themselves as best as they could from the water. Everything happened within the blink of an eye, it took a few moments for Taki to realize that Yosuke was bobbing in the pool. Sydney crept out from behind the table, crawling over to appear by MC’s side.

“Good girl, Sydney,” MC praised, gently stroking the back of the crocodile’s neck.

��Sydney! How could you betray me like that?” Yosuke complained, splashing water out onto the deck in frustration.

Turning to Taki, the couple both burst into a fit of laughter as they watched Yosuke flailing around the pool, grumbling under his breath while climbing out of the pool in search for a towel.

“I’m sure this is a birthday unlike any other you’ve ever experienced,” MC giggled.

Giving Sydney one final pat on the head, MC climbed into Taki’s lap to snuggle up into his chest. “Happy birthday, Taki.”

Taki wrapped her up into a tight hug, tracing small relaxing circles onto her back. “Thank you, MC. I could only ever be this happy since you’re in my life,” he assured.

Glancing around, Taki noticed that Shun and Kiyohito had just returned, not wasting a second to make fun of the drenched Yosuke. Great friends, a wonderful crocodile companion, and most importantly a loving woman that would never turn her back on him, and always accept the good and the bad.

Life is truly a paradise, Taki thought, before helping MC to her feet to go join the others around the cake.

Happy birthday to him, indeed.

#kings of paradise #taki kozaki #taki's birthday bash #kings of paradise fanfic #voltage inc #taki kozaki fanfic #voltage fanfic #love 365

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hxney-lemcn · 5 years ago

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Magical — Spot Conlon x innocent! fem! reader

Summery: Spot flirts with reader

tw: Suggestive themes (nothing happens tho)

wc: 1.2k

Master List

Jack always warned me about Brooklyn. It was my first day selling, so Jack offered to help show me what to do. We were done selling and we passed by the Brooklyn Bridge which looked super cool. I know it's just a bridge and all, but it was the biggest bridge I've ever seen. The urge to walk at least halfway and look down at the water ran through me every time I passed it. Which was a lot since I passed twice a day to get to and from my selling spot.

It's been a few years since then. We had a strike and I got to meet the King of Brooklyn himself, Spot Conlon. He seemed very cold with the constant glare and talking about how he'll soak anyone he has to. Yet when we met me he was way nicer than how he looked. He made tons of jokes that I didn't get but that didn't stop us from becoming friends. He even invited me to visit Brooklyn whenever I wanted to. Which lead to the predicament I'm in now.

"Oh, c'mon Jack!" I pouted hoping that would get him to cave in. "I'll be alright."

"Da woild a'int as good as ya think it is (n/n)," Jack said with a sigh. "You'se could get hurt, Bumlets would kill me!"

"I'll be fine!" I exclaimed getting tired of arguing. "It's not like every one wants ta kill me."

"If ya wants ta go so badly at least go with your brotha," Jack sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

"OH! Thank you Jack!" I squealed giving him a giant hug before running to find Bumlets. He was talking with Specs but I interrupted their conversation. "Hey Bummy," I spoke out with the cutest voice I could muster.

"Did you need something (n/n)?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Could you come with me to Brooklyn?" I asked hugging his arm. Maybe if I'm cute enough he'll agree.

"Why do you want ta go there?" He asked a small frown taking over his face.

"I haven't seen Spot in awhile," I smiled. Saying his name brought his face into my head and my cheeks heated up. Why do I feel so fuzzy? His bright blue eyes and gelled blonde hair, I just want to hug him forever.

"Why? Ya fancy him?" Bumlets asked looking me over. My eyes widened and my mouth opened slightly. Fancy? No. No way. I just admire him! We're just friends and always will be!

"W-we're just friends!" I stuttered covering my face with my hands. Bumlets smiled softly at me and let out a small chuckle.

"Well alright, let's go then."

Once we got to the bridge I couldn't help but stop to watch the water below. It wasn't the most clean but it was very pretty in my eyes. Bumlets stood next to me silently.

My focus was dragged to a familiar newsie as he said, "What a 'hattan newsie doin around hea?"

A smile carved its way onto my face as I stood in front of Spot, he had some of his newsies standing behind him, "Spot!"

His eyes widened and a tiny smile formed upon his lips, "Heya doll, what's you doin over hea?"

"I wanted to come see ya!" I replied pulling him into a hug. He returned it but let go, pushing me away far to soon for my liking. I could tell he was a total softy but he put on his little bad boy facade in front of everyone else. His eyes traveled to Bumlets and he raised an eyebrow. Bumlet walked up behind me and patted my head. I looked up at him and tilted my head.

"I'll head back to da lodge on one condition," He said. "You make sure my sis gets home safe Spots ya hear? Cause if she don't you won't just be dealin the the Manhattan newsies."

"You don't gotta worry 'bout dat," Spot nodded. Bumlets nodded back before making his way back home. Spots then signaled his newsies to leave, leaving the two of us alone. "So, you'se couldn't stay away from me (l/n)?" Spot asked grabbing my waist pulling me closer to him. I felt my body heat up, but I smiled brightly liking how close we were.

"I've always wanted to be on the Brooklyn bridge," I said placing my hands on his chest. "Seeing you is a bonus!" I noticed his cheeks turn red and my eyes widened. "Spot are you sick?" I asked gently, placing a hand to his forehead. That's weird, he felt to be a normal temperature.

"How about we's go to the dock?" He asked grabbing my hand. I nodded. His newsies eyed us up but didn't say anything. He gave them all a glare before leading us to an area of the dock unoccupied. We both sat at the edge and he kept his arm around me. It felt comforting and safe and I honestly didn't want to leave his warm embrace.

"This is nice," I said leaning into his side.

"It would be betta if we's were in bed instead," Spot said with a smirk.

"L-like cuddling?" I asked feeling flustered.

He let out a cute snort and shook his head, "Yea, that's exactly what I meant." And at that moment I realized something.

Bumlets was right. I do fancy Spot.

I kept looking into his ocean blue eyes as his bore into my (e/c) ones. He brought my body closer to his as the space between our faces got smaller. Then our lips touched. It was completely magical, I felt like I was floating. All the noise around us got drowned out as it was just me and him. I rested my hands on his shoulders. His arm around my waist held me tighter and he put his free hand on my cheek. I pulled away breathlessly and we were both slightly panting.

"Th-th-that was..." I said trailing off not thinking of the right word.

"Breathtaking," He finished for me with a loving grin. I giggled and gave him a giant hug, squeezing him as hard as I could.

"I love you!" I exclaimed in happiness.

"I know," He replied smugly. I pulled away from the hug with a pout. "I love you too." I looked away and crossed my arms. "Aww c'mon doll, don't be like dat," He cooed wrapping his arms around me hugging my back. He then started pecking my cheek, then my jaw, then my neck. I let out a gasp and jumped out of his grasp.

"What're ya doin?" I asked with a fiery blush.

He smirked, but before he could reply a newsie showed up, "Some 'hattan newsie's hea to see ya mista." Spot frowned and his glare returned to his face.

"What's his name?"

"Jack Kelly."

"There you'se are!" I heard Jack exclaim making his way towards us. "You'se been gone for awhile and when Bumlets came back without ya I got worried." Honestly Jack is like my dad or something. I stood up, Spot following.

"I guess I should get goin Spotty," I smiled hugging him goodbye before leaving.

#spot #spotconlon #spot conlon #spot x reader #spotxreader #spotconlonxreader #spot conlon x reader #fluff #xreader #x reader #newsies

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mrneighbourlove · 5 years ago

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Yeto Christmas!

Good morning my friends! Today, Yeto wishes to tell the tale of how he celebrated with tiny red-haired man. Little red-haired man’s name was Tebanam. And he would become good friends with Yeto.

Yeto was going about his day, deep into the snowy afternoon. Yeto needed to find red skinned fish to cook up for holiday soup for wife! Upon going down mountain, Yeto thought he saw struggling dog in the snow. A red manned wolf could make good seasoning, yah? When I got closer, it was instead a man! Had a face as soft as puppy though.

The man looked up and spoke through with chattering teeth. “O-o-oh my g-god. You’re r-real.”

“Ya no look good.”

“H-help me.”

He looked so vulnerable and cute. Like little bunny not wanting to be devoured by wolf. So that’s when I decided to help save little man’s life. Scooping him up was no problem for Yeto to do. Yeto has big, sturdy arms for carrying. Taking young man through mountain, he was safe against Yeto’s fur coat. Fur coat save his life, yah?

Arriving to safety from storm, I opened doors to mansion home. Man was shaking, sneezing, but still alive. Yeto took him to living room, where he could rest by fire. Small wife Yeta, was surprised to see him.

“Yeto. Who is tall, red puppy?”

“Nah. This is human Yeta.”

“He looks cold, da?”

“Ya, ya. I’m going to get small sample soup cooking. He will be guest.”

“Okay. I will keep watch on him, ya?”

Yeto put thick blanket over little human as he got sample soup ready. When he returned, he found the red-haired man gaining more awareness of surroundings.

“Where- where am I?”

His eyes widened with shock when he looked at Yeto. I laugh at his confusion. Was like he never saw Yeti before. Turns out, that wasn’t far from truth. “Hahaha! You almost died! What was tiny human doing out in that blizzard? You are lucky Yeto brought you back home.”

“I was traveling in search of a lost civilization. I got caught in the storm, and as I was running for shelter, my leg became trapped in a snow well.”

“You very lucky indeed. You could have fallen completely in.”

Little man looked at him in observation for a little while more. I don’t know if he was interested in me, but Yeto was already taken with beautiful wife, Yeta.

“My father always told me legends of the Yeti people, but you’re almost a fable at this point.”

“No fable. Real deal we are. Tell me little human, what is your name?”

“Oh! I’m so sorry. My name is Tebanem.” Little Tebanam looked flustered, but Yeto didn’t mind.

“Well met Tebanam! I am Yeto. And this is Yeto’s wife, Yeta! We live together in big mansion deep in mountain.”

“Ya. We don’t get much company.”

“That is because we EAT company! Ha ha. That is funny joke.”

Unfortunately, Yeto doesn’t think landed too well with little Gerudo man. His face looked like scared puppy for a moment before I had to mention it was joke. It was then that he noticed all of Yeto’s decorations around the room. Yeta and I had taken great care in stapling reefs to dangle from ceiling. I was glad that someone could see Yeto and Yeta’s craftsmanship.

“Excuse me, are you two in the middle of something?”

“Yes! We are celebrating Hoopla!”

Yeta did a little dance. She was so cute, lightly tapping her feet outwards. “Yuh, yuh. Hoopla! We share presents and eat delicious foods. Oh! Would you like to stay for Hoopla dinner?”

Yeto didn’t know that humans could be so eager for fun, because a small smile blossomed on little Tebanam’s face.

“I’d enjoy that a lot. I just hope my presence doesn’t disturb any plans you might have.”

“Friend Tebanam! I herby welcome you to Hoopla!”

Yeto gave Tebanam a honourary pat on back, knocking him to ground. Red head man was herby friend in celebrating tradition with Yeto and Yeta!

“Then allow me to finish soup! Then we shall all feast!”

I skip details of Yeta and Tebanam sitting by fire. Yeta tells me that Tebanam is known as a scholar. A man who seeks out information, usually old information and knowledge forgotten to time. Sounds like a fun career! I in mean time had to get gift ready for Yeta to sit atop head and make sure our guest had plenty of soup!

For soup, Yeto took fresh pumpkins ready from his garden, spiced it up with salmon he caught, and add bagels for dipping goodness! Stirring in black holiday cauldron, I stepped out only briefly to inform wife that dinner was ready. It was then she had bright idea to capture moment of new friendship forever!

“Oh! Husband. Why don’t we take picture of you and Tebanam?”

“Oh? You’d be ok with that?”

“That sounds like great idea Yeta! Tebanam! Please take seat! As guest, you may have first bite for Hoopla!”

“Why thank you!”

Little man looked so excited to be here. Going back to kitchen, I made sure soup was fully ready before bringing it out to dinning room. Yeta had camera set up as I brought in the soup and her present on my head. The look on little Tebanam was one I will always cherish in my memories. Was not sure if little Gerudo would like fish and pumpkin soup, but I guess his nose is a good as mine for food, because he lit up like holiday star!

“Oh my goodness! That looks delightful!”

Sitting with the man and my wife, we watched as he gleefully consumed the holiday soup! You will have to take Yeto’s word for it, soup was very good ya!

For that dinner, Tebanam told Yeta and I great tales of Hyrule, his home! Mighty kings, magical people from the sea, scary demons to fight. It was highly entertaining to here! Once dinner was done, he stayed to watch Yeto give Yeta a gift of fancy white mirror! She of coursed loved the gift.

Once the stormed died down, I gave Tebanam directions of how to get back down the mountain safely. He said that he’d be delighted to return, and Yeta and I agreed. Yeto wishes all a happy day for anyone who celebrates Hoopla! Or any other holiday for that matter! Have a good day friends!

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Merry Christmas Everyone, and especially to you Sara! I hope you enjoy this short story dedicated to Tebanam and the art that comes with it! Hope that you have not only another amazing year, but a fun new decade to look forward to!

Gift for @s-kinnaly and art done by the talented @dreadlock-detective

#Tebanam #Yeto #Yeta #Christmas #Holiday #Gift #Short Story

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doctorgerth · 5 years ago

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Hi!! Is it okay to ask for a matchup pt.2? 🥺 If it's okay, juste a little thing with Killer? Maybe hiding from a yelling captain? Thank you again for blessing us with your contents 💖

My baby boiiii. 🥺🥺 Very happy to write a lil scenario of you and him! Thank you for your kind words! Hope you enjoy this honey. 🥰

“Hmm, good morning.”

Killer hummed contentedly as you kissed along the muscles of his back while he prepared some breakfast for the two of you. You wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged into him tightly, head peeking from his right side to watch him cook as you continued to fully wake up. You two shared a peaceful morning of enjoying delicious breakfast, sharing loving glances and soft smiles every now and then.

“Seriously? In front of my breakfast? Get a room you lovesick puppies.”

Kid’s words were hardly hurtful as they were in fact true. You and Killer had only recently developed a relationship with one another and therefore were deep in the honeymoon phase. You didn’t intend to be so obnoxious about it, but it was hard when all your mind could do was think about him; your body only aching to be as close as possible to Killer. He displayed the same struggles and it was highly unlike Killer to be so handsy and love-struck. He was always cool, calm, and collected, no matter the weather. But that was never the case when you were around. He embraced it, enjoying and basking in the equal amounts of love you two poured out for one another.

Kid, on the other hand, hated it with all of his being. It was pure unadulterated jealousy and everyone knew. Whether it was because of Kid’s pitiful lack of a romantic life or the fact that his best friend was suddenly being swept away from him, no one could exactly pinpoint. Still, it pissed him off, no matter the source. You two didn’t mind. Well, you did, but Killer knew Kid best and assured you that he would get over it eventually. So you shrugged off Kid’s death stares and kissed Killer’s mask before retreating back to the bedroom to prepare for the day.

As you both attended to your duties, the two of you would sneak off to steal kisses and quick embraces before Kid would grumpily pull Killer magnetically back towards him. It was hard to not be amused at the notion, but it was also becoming increasingly irritating that you two couldn’t express your affections freely without pissing the captain off.

When you were minding your own business, tending to some empty boxes in the main hall, a sudden stampede of heavy footsteps caught your attention. You swore you’d never seen Killer run so fast and you didn’t even have time to blink before he was pulling you hastily through the corridors of the ship. Before you could question just what was happening, an angry scream like that of a sea king bellowed out and you could’ve sworn it shook the entire ship, “Killer! Your name’s gonna be changed to Killed once I’m through with you!”

You two arrived below deck and approached a pile of boxes. Quickly removing said boxes and tattered cloth out of the way, Killer revealed a door you’d never noticed before.

“Wha-”

“Shh, get in. Now!” He shoved you a little too forcefully and attempted to cover what he could of the door with the cloth and boxes before closing it shut behind him. He bent forward in an attempt to catch his breath and you tried to suppress the amused smile that wanted to stretch across your face. Instead, you observed the room he threw you in; noticing some dusty boxes and bottles scattered about, seemingly attempted to be neatly arranged. Your eyes laid on an elegant table and love seat that both stuck out like sore thumbs.

“Killer, what is this place?”

Once finally recollecting himself, he held his arms out in a ta-da fashion, “I know it’s been a struggle dealing with Kid lately and it’s been hard for us to find some time, or rather a place, for ourselves.”

That’s true. Kid didn’t care much for privacy, so he was infamous for barging into your shared bedroom unannounced on multiple occasions.

“So, I remembered this little nook that we really only used for storage and decided to turn it into our little space. A place for us to escape to. Do you...like it? I know it’s not finished, but I-”

“Killer, it’s perfect. I love it.” You beamed at him, making his heart flutter like a swarm of butterflies. He made his way over to the love seat, lounging back slightly as if his captain wasn’t just screaming with murderous intent mere minutes ago, and patted the seat beside him. Of course you joined him, sighing in satisfaction as you leaned against him and he held you snug in his arms.

It truly was relaxing in the little home Killer arranged for the two of you. The tiny porthole above offered rays of sunlight that danced along Killer’s forearm which you mindlessly traced. The room was pushed away from most other areas of the ship, so all that filled your ears were the lull of the waves and Killer’s steady breathing.

“So, what did you do to piss the captain off?” Your curiosity was eating at you. You’d never heard Kid that angry before, and Kid was always angry.

“Don’t ask. Let’s just enjoy this moment while we can.” He mumbled, sleep heavy in his words. That was until heavy footsteps boomed closer and closer towards the two of you.

“Where are you dumbasses?!” Kid bellowed out.

Killer quickly muffled your squeal with his large hand over yours. He brought his index finger over his mask to where his lips would be, encouraging you to stay silent until the angry beast that was your captain would pass. In a few moments of tense silence, the footsteps retreated quickly back up the stairs and you two took a collective breath of relief, easily relaxing into each other once more.

“Wow, this place couldn’t be any more perfect.” You cooed as you stretched against your boyfriend and kissed at his neck sweetly, “Thank you for this, babe. I’m glad we finally have a space to ourselves.”

“It’ll probably only be a matter of time before he finds this place the longer we stay here. He’s stupid, but he’s not an idiot. So just a quick nap, then we gotta get back to work, okay?”

“Deal.” You smiled into a yawn as you cuddled into his chest and drifted off into a peaceful sleep, even if for only a moment.

#doctorgerth #one piece #one piece romance #scenario #imagine #1000 follower event #follower event #part 2 #killer #suky #killer x suky #special guest #kid #sukyhon

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writer-and-artist27 · 5 years ago

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A King’s Care

Summary: Arturia may not have been in Chaldea for as long as some of the other Servants, but she finally felt like she was getting used to the atmosphere. The number of Servants present in the building was enough to become accustomed to. And then it was her turn to help their petite Master to bed for some well-needed sleep.

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Note: Roughly inspired by the fatigue I usually feel after a long bike ride and the baseball scene from Ufotable’s adaptation of Unlimited Blade Works. My own Art-san has been with me in Chaldea for about four months now, but she feels as close to me as the Servants that have been with me since the very beginning of the game, so this is my way of honoring her, even if I’m still out of it as a result of exercise-induced exhaustion.

A distant sequel to Achilles and Marie and A Happy Homunculus, taking place in the same universe. Just beware of light spoilers for the Final Singularity, the beginnings of the Epic of Remnant, and a Servant’s presence in Cosmos in the Lostbelt.

The only theme I’ll recommend is this piano track from Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun, since it provided the right mood when I was writing this.

Dedicated to @withanina, since he’s been helping me with getting back my Fate muse.

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Even after the threat of Goetia had faded, none of the Servants felt like going back to the Throne of Heroes. After so long, Chaldea had become home, and even if their enemy had disappeared, the aftermath left in his wake was one they did not want to leave their only Master and Mash alone to handle. Once the Pseudo-Singularities had formed, it gave them more of an “excuse” to stay.

Arturia Pendragon was one of many who, in spite of not being at Chaldea as long as some of her comrades, decided to rise and fight.

Vy, even when crying at the loss of Dr. Roman and Mash, stood up to Goetia, commanding Achilles, Marie Antoinette, Astolfo, and so many Servants to defend Humanity. And now, with the last Demon God Pillars roaming free, she stubbornly took on the mantle of fighter yet again, even with the Mages Association breathing down everyone’s necks.

If anyone in Chaldea’s remaining staff and the Servants could all agree on something, it was that their single Master had a stubborn and caring streak almost a galaxy wide.

Inwardly, despite Excalibur at her side, Arturia knew that the fighting would end eventually. It was how things had always gone. But for now, with Dr. Roman absent, Mash monitoring the computers and other vital functions, and Da Vinci busy monitoring Chaldeas, she found herself informally inducted into a group that only the oldest residents of Chaldea seemed to be involved in.

Marie Antoinette had gently pushed at Arturia’s shoulder with a giggle on the day it happened (coincidentally taking Arturia’s attention away from the strange sight of her darker self chewing on yet another hamburger), beaming from ear to ear. “Welcome to Chaldea, Arturia-san~!” Marie had said brightly at the time, tilting her head at Arturia with that smile that could’ve fooled her into thinking she was looking at Irisviel. “Please keep an eye on Vy during the month of July, will you?”

“P-Pardon?”

“July!” Marie repeated, not even fazed at Arturia’s slow response, patting her shoulder through Arturia’s mantle. “Please remember that!”

It was only when the specified month had begun that Arturia understood why.

For some reason, whether it was out of good will or some other reasoning, every month had an assigned Servant that would go about convincing Vy to go to bed. It was not as if Vy was horrible at losing sleep, no. The problem came down to how she would consume one too many Golden Apples just to keep farming quests.

Poking some of the former front-liners had given Arturia a vague idea of what to expect. In the four months since she had been summoned, Dr. Roman had been Vy’s original caretaker, pushing her to the infirmary for daily check-ups and the like, but now with no one to fill that role, the oldest Servants present took it up. Because as much as Vy was kind in her intentions, the amount of times she stumbled back from the simulator and/or a Rayshift exhausted and barely able to form a word was concerning.

Diarmuid had sighed softly when Arturia had first questioned him, a sad look in his eye before he spoke up in a fonder voice. “Vy had been there for all of us, even when we were weak and unable to do much in the face of Goetia’s first appearance in London. Now, with a new threat and the lack of the good Doctor, we may as well do what we can for a girl that loves all of us.” He had shouldered his spears, looking elsewhere. “As fragile of a Master she is, she is still our Master.”

Considering who Diarmuid was and their shared past in the Fourth Fuyuki Holy Grail War, Arturia could not find it in herself to argue.

Hence, her current dilemma.

“Master? Master?”

Vy, for once, didn’t say much, letting out a little “Mmm?” noise from her place in-between her arms. To rest was one thing. To hide away in a little corner of one of the relaxation rooms, hiding her face away from view while resting her back against the white walls, away from any people or bedding, was another thing entirely. A pause followed Arturia’s observation, and then the head of long brown hair shifted in Arturia’s direction, albeit slightly. “What’s up, Arturia-san…?”

Arturia found herself frowning. Slurring. Vy never usually slurred her words, but here she was now, doing just that.

Lancer did say Vy reverted to simpler language when fatigued…

Arturia then coughed into her fist, kneeling to match Vy’s sitting height. “How many Golden Apples did you have this time, Master?”

Instead of a verbal response, Vy lifted one shaky hand from her knees to make an “O” shape with her thumb and pointer finger.

No apples. We were running low on those. Then… Arturia gently shrugged off her mantle, doing her best to not make any noise while adding in a softer voice, “Let me rephrase my question. How many quests did you do today, Milady?”

This time, Vy made a vague noise of protest, raising both hands with palms splayed open.

More than ten, Arturia thought. Instead of voicing that, she reached over to gently place her mantle against Vy’s knees. “Milady, you should get to bed.”

Vy didn’t look up from her arms, shaking her head like an otter. The gesture immediately rustled her usually neat brown hair, creating small tangles in the long straight strands. “Can’t,” was the little mumble. If Arturia didn’t know any better, her Master sounded more dead than alive. “I’ll see ‘hings again.”

“Nightmares?” Arturia prodded.

Vy still wasn’t looking up to meet Arturia’s eyes, a noise of some kind leaving her lap past the mantle. A possible affirmation, but— “Of everyone disappearing. Of,” this time, Arturia could hear a faint sniffle. “Of everyone going away like Dr. Roman and Mash.” The statement ended on a tiny, barely audible sob.

Oh. So this was why the other Servants did not include Mash in their little group. To know that Mash’s death at the Temple of Time had caused this much damage— “Master,” Arturia breathed.

Vy flinched once Arturia reached over with one hand, and Arturia considered.

“Master, the event has passed,” Arturia said softly, gently pressing her fingers against Vy’s shoulder. The gesture was enough to finally, finally get Vy to look up at her from her knees, her brown eyes red-rimmed and blotchy past the wet lenses of her glasses. “Those images that are haunting you are just dreams. You are safe. Mash is safe.”

“Wh-What about all of you?” Vy sniveled suddenly, and this time, Arturia found her throat drying up at the clear bitterness in Vy’s brown eyes. “What about the Servants? The staff, Chaldea, everyone? I-I’m trying, I’m trying…” More tears trickled past the corners of Vy’s glasses, her nose seizing up as Vy shut her eyes, looking away yet again. “Skadi-sama still needs Giant’s Rings too, a-and, and,” Arturia did her best not to flinch once Vy let out a single loud and tired sob. “Th-There’s Holmes and his skills needing to be leveled up, a-and D’eon-san needing more Embers, a-and the other Servants waiting on Ascensions—”

In any other situation, Vy would probably be the perfect Master.

How ironic to have the perfect, hardworking, respectable Master with a former perfect king.

Arturia took a page from Archer EMIYA’s advice books, reaching over to pull her petite Master into a warm hug before Vy could sniffle anymore. “Master…” Arturia did her best to keep her composure, even if her words felt inadequate, “Master, the Servants, myself included, all know how you are. We know that you are trying. We can wait.” She raised her other hand to rest on top of Vy’s head, stroking her hair. Vy was shivering against Arturia’s armor, hands weakly clutching at Arturia’s sleeves, but she was there. She was awake. “Please, let me take you to bed. You need to rest before you can help us.”

Vy still trembled. “Y-You won’t…” there’s another sniffle. “You won’t leave?”

Arturia held back the feeling of her heart breaking to tuck Vy into her blue mantle, ignoring the sensation of her crown falling off her head as she did. When had her Master ever sounded so much like a lonely child? “I will not.”

Another sniffle, this time mixed with a choked sob. “P-Promise?”

Arturia did not know if the gesture was futile or not, more so when the previously mentioned Scathach-Skadi had given their Master one look before going silent on these “Lostbelts” of Skadi’s origin, but Arturia still nodded, wrapping Vy up tighter in the mantle. “I promise. Now to bed with you.”

Another “Mm,” noise, punctuated by a hiccup.

Inwardly, Arturia sighed. Chaldea had a lot of work to do, but for now, Arturia would content herself with carrying their only Master back. It was a small victory in this new day of discoveries.

#fate stay night #fate grand order #writing #short story #vy plays fate grand order #arturia pendragon #marie antoinette #diarmuid ua duibhne

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coffeebruha · 5 years ago

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Quick little fluffy sick Victor fic

The weather finally broke. Winter was here at last. My neighborhood started to become beautifully adorned with multi-colored LED lights and festive lawn displays. Though the cold chill in the air sent my spine a shiver, my heart felt warmed by the holiday spirit. I happily walked into LFG with my tote filled with goodies for my favorite Scrooge and a few for Goldman as well.

“Good morning, Penny, I see you’re in a good mood as usual,” Goldman greeted me in the elevator.

“Of course! This is my favorite time of year! Have you seen the boss man yet this morning?”

“I spoke to him on the phone earlier. He said he was running a bit late, said he had somethings to do before coming to the office. But he...”

Excellent! This will give me enough time to prepare my surprise for Victor. Goldman noticed the sparkle in my eye become brighter and changed whatever he was going to say next.

“No. No, no, no, no! I know that look! Whatever you’re planning cut it out! I really don’t want to poke the bear today, Penny!”

“Oh, come on, Goldie! Where is your holiday spirit,” I winked as I walked backwards out of the elevator.

However, instead of looking way cool, the heel of my boot caught on a dip in the tiling and suddenly I lost my balance. Goldman reached out and grabbed my arm a tired look on his face.

“Lord help us,” he mumbled, while steadying me. “Fine, but you have to be out of here before he gets in!”

I laughed and rubbed the back of my neck. Goldman got settled at his desk and began immersing himself in work, sorting through different files. I smiled at him as I placed a tiny pre-lit tree on his desk.

“Thank you, Penelope. I hope for your sake and mine that the boss is in the holiday spirit too. And remember you have to be out of his office before he gets in!” Goldman smiled, as I finished draping festive garland around his desk.

I opened Victor’s office door and giggled to myself. Then, like one of Santa’s elves I danced around the room while decorating, bring a much needed pulse to the other wise cold office. Just as I was hitting the high notes to All I want for Christmas a’la the queen, Mariah, Victor walked in. I heard an exasperated sigh.

“Just what do you think you’re doing,” a deep baritone voice startled me.

I spun around and smiled.

“Ta da! I am bringing some holiday spirit to brighten up my favorite Grinch’s office.”

I was quite pleased with my handiwork. Victor’s eyes slowly examined each decoration with a hard to read expression then silently made his way to his desk. My eyes followed him looking for a hint of something, but he got right to work.

“Do...you...like it,” I finally spat out. Little to no response usually meant he liked something, but I couldn’t help feel something was off.

I studied Victor’s face. His usually well pressed appearance was not as crisp as usual. His fierce eyes were glassy and his cheeks were slightly flushed. I was so lost in my analysis that I hadn’t realized how close I got to him. I could feel heat radiating from his body.

“You’re sick,” I exclaimed.

“It’s nothing. Are you planning on gawking at me all day? I seem to recall giving a project to a certain someone to get done by next week.” He spoke without removing his eyes from his laptop, fingers flying as he responded to a few emails.

“It is in your inbox,” I said as I placed the back of my hand on his forehead.

Just as I suspected. His skin was a blaze and clammy.

“You are sick!! You’re always up my butt about taking care of myself, yet here you are with a fever!”

“This company did not get where it is today by coincidence. I don’t have time to take off.” He looked me dead in the eyes, said what he needed to say and then went back to work.

“But you could be running the risk of infecting your staff with whatever bug you have,” I protested.

Victor let out an annoyed sigh.

“I called Goldman this morning to tell him to cancel all my meetings and let everyone know that I am really busy today and not to be bothered, but it seems he forgot that part.”

A timid knock on the door broke our intense staring contest.

“Come in,” Victor growled.

“I am so sorry, sir! I told her to be done and gone by the time you got here!”

“Stop groveling. It’s fine...”

“He is sick,” I interrupted.

Goldman’s jaw dropped slightly and he looked confused and terrified, his eyes darting back and forth to me and Victor. I could tell he was unsure of what to do or say. So, before Victor’s sharp tongue could cut us both to shreds I exclaimed:

“Victor, let me take care of you today,” my voice dripping with determination as I stomped my foot on the ground.

I swear I could hear crickets and the slight squelching of Goldman’s blinking. Then,

“Fine! I know you well enough by now that once you get an idea in that thick skull of yours it is hard for you to drop it. Goldman, I will be taking a sick day. I will continue to work from home. Call me in emergency circumstances only.”

Victor grabbed his coat.

“Let’s go.”

I was super excited. Perhaps I will get to see a more vulnerable side of Victor. The CEO walked out and I gave a thumbs up to Goldman as I walked out behind Victor. The car ride was quiet enough for me to hear the rattling in his chest. A light sheen of sweat made him glow like a Greek god.

“Do you have medicine at your place,” I asked.

“No.”

“Can we stop by the store before we go home?”

Victor took a quick glance at me and the corner of his mouth curled.

“Sure.”

I zipped from isle to isle gathering all the things that brought me comfort when I get sick. Lemons, honey, NyQuil, green tea, orange juice, chicken broth, rosemary, and garlic cloves. Victor quietly and sluggishly following behind.

“Do you have a thermometer,” I asked looking up at him.

He shook his head, taking the bundle of items from my arms and carefully laid them in a cart. I ran over and grabbed a digital one. I looked over the cart once more checking things off my mental list, feeling pleased with my selections we headed to the check out.

“You know I have most of this stuff at home, dummy.”

“Well, I can use the stuff you already have and you can consider this as a replacement for what I use! I think that’s everything. Let’s go home and get you in bed!”

Victor didn’t even try hiding his grin this time. At the check out Victor was ready to pay, but I got my card in before he could even get his out. He grabbed the bags and we made our way to his car. When we got to his condo I took his coat. The heat released from his body made me gasp.

“Go get changed into some comfy clothes and get in bed! I will be there is just a second.”

He kicked out of his shiny dress shoes and into a pair of white slippers. As he got changed I began preparing my go to drink while I am sick. Hot water, half of a lemon, and two tablespoons of honey. After the drink was made I broke open the thermometer and slid a cover over the tip.

“Ahem, are you decent,” I announced, before walking in.

“Yes.”

His usual strong booming voice seemed muffled. I walked in and smiled. He looked so cute all bundled up in his giant king sized bed. I sat next to him and gestured him to place the thermometer under his tongue. He obediently complied.

“101.2!! Yikes! OK this will not do! We need to break this fever. Here drink this. I am going to get you some medicine.” I tucked him in and without thinking I kissed his forehead. The heat on my lips brought me back to reality. Oh no! Should I just walk out and act like that didn’t happen. I pulled back quickly. Victor’s brows were raised, but his glossy eyes were still half lidded and followed me out of the door.

I gently slapped my blushed cheeks. What the hell was I thinking! Perhaps I should just give him his medicine and leave? But I told him I was going to take care of him. Why do I always do this stupid stuff around him? I scolded myself the entire way to get the medicine and back. I handed him the carefully measured cup of thick liquid.

He threw it back like a shot and his upper lip curled, handing me back the tiny measuring cup. I inspected it.

“Ah ah, there is still a little left.”

He sighs and took the cup downing the last little bit.

“Good boy.”

Victor raises an eyebrow.

“You’re quiet bold today.”

My cheeks burned and I opened my mouth to protest.

“I like it,” he said while rustling down farther into his blankets, cutting me off.

“Do you usually go to work when you’re sick like this?

“I don’t get sick very often, but to answer your question, yes.”

“Well not as long as I am around! If you’re not going to take care of yourself then I will have to do it for you!”

I wasn’t sure if Victor was clearing his throat or chuckling.

“You get some rest, ok?”

“Are you leaving?” There was disappointment in his voice that broke my heart.

“Of course not, silly. I will be here. I have my work laptop, so I will be just over here getting some work done in case you need anything.”

He smiled.

“Good.”

With that he closed his eyes and a few moments later his breathing evened out and his lips parted slightly. The furrow in his brow gone, he was now sleeping soundly. I smiled and patted myself on the back getting right to work. A few hours into my work, Victor started snoring and whimpering. I got up and checked on him. His brows twisted and the corners of his lips frowning deeply.

I brushed his hair away from his drenched forehead. I should get him a cold rag for his head, I thought. So that is what I did. When I came back to his room he had kicked the blankets off. He was so adorable. I wondered if this is what he was like when he was little, as I put the blanket back on him and the cold rag on his forehead I heard what he was saying.

“Ma...mom...” he whimpered.

“You miss her a lot huh? I understand. I miss my dad all the time and even more so when I am sick. But it is ok. I am here with you and I promise not to go anywhere.”

I gently kissed his cheek, but when I pulled back his eyes were blearily fixed on me.

“Dummy, keep kissing me like that and you’ll catch my cold and then we’ll both be sick.”

“Well then we we’ll just have to take care of each other then won’t we?”

“Thank you, Penny.”

I was surprised and quiet proud of myself.

“It has been a long time since I’ve had anyone care for me like this. Thank you.”

—My MC is named Penelope so I just used that name.

#victor #mlqc

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miafic · 5 years ago

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Awsten is 4

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Everything is fine until the Hershey kisses run out.

Awsten and Otto are smushed side by side in one sleeping bag, happily watching Lion King and eating the Hershey kisses that Mommy brought. “For my sweet little kisses,” she’d said when she set them down, which didn’t really make that much sense, but Awsten knew what she meant.

Just as Simba and the lion who turns out to be Nala start brawling on the TV, Awsten hangs his head and starts to cry.

“Uh-oh!” Otto says, loud enough that Mommy probably hears. “What’s wrong?” He puts his little arms around Awsten and squeezes.

Awsten squeezes back. “I want to go home now,” he says sadly, tears running down his cheeks.

“Why?”

“I m-miss my d-daddy...” Awsten starts to cry harder, because it’s the truth. He misses Daddy so much. He misses his big, warm hands and his kind, blue eyes. He misses his gentle voice and the way he rubs Awsten’s back when he picks him up and the way he makes Awsten feel so safe. Like nobody in the world could ever hurt him if Daddy is there.

“Mommy!” Otto calls. Then, just to Awsten, he says, “It’s okay,” and he pats Awsten’s shoulder. Awsten buries his face in Otto’s dinosaur t-shirt, and Otto is his best friend ever, ever, ever, so it helps a little, but it’s not the same as a hug from Daddy.

Mommy comes in and sees Awsten crying. She turns the TV down and crouches down beside him. “Baby, oh no! What’s wrong?”

Otto answers, and Awsten is thankful. “He misses Mr. Geoff!”

“Oh, I see. I see.”

“I miss my Daddy,” Awsten tells her hopelessly, “so much.”

“I see, honey. Come here.”

It’s a combination of Awsten wriggling his way out of the sleeping bag and Mommy lifting him out, but he winds up in her lap. She wraps one arm around him and holds his little socked foot in the other. She kisses his temple and then calls, “David?”

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Geoff is an hour into grading when his phone rings. “Hello?”

“Hi, Geoff. It’s David Wood.”

“Oh, hello. Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, but, uh. Awsten’s a little upset. He’s missing you pretty bad.”

“Oh, dear.”

“Yeah. He’s saying that he wants to come home. My wife asked if he wanted to have you come over for a little bit and he could still spend the night, but he said no, that he wants you to pick him up.”

“I apologize,” Geoff told him sincerely.

“No, no, it’s okay, son. Means he’s adjusting to you well, I’d say. But he’s dying to see you, so...”

“I will leave in just a moment. Please tell him that I am on my way.”

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Mommy is holding Awsten, lightly bouncing him on her hip. They’re standing at the window by the front door, watching out the tiny windows for Daddy’s car. Awsten is still quietly crying, but he has some hope now - hope that Daddy will show up. His old Daddy never would have, but his new Daddy is nice. And his new Daddy always does what he says he’s going to do. Mr. Wood said Daddy said he would come pick him up, so Awsten will watch through the window until he does.

When the silver car comes into view, Awsten starts to cry harder. He wiggles to get down. Mommy sets him on the rug, and he flings the front door open and runs out of it toward Daddy’s car.

“AWSTEN!” Mommy and her husband both shout, but he doesn’t stop.

Daddy slams on the brake, and he has this look on his face like he’s scared for a second, but he quickly looks normal again. He does some things in the car to turn it off, and the he opens the door to a sobbing Awsten.

“Da-addy,” Awsten weeps.

Daddy scoops him up and holds him close. “Oh,” he says, sounding a little surprised. “Oh, Awsten, I am so sorry. I did not understand that you were so upset.”

Awsten is calming down, though. The smell of Daddy is everywhere, and he feels better already. Daddy is rubbing his back the way he likes, and Awsten is resting his head on Daddy’s shoulder, and everything feels better. He starts trying to catch his breath.

Daddy walks him back toward Otto’s house and says to Otto’s parents, “I am so sorry. I thought he was just a little upset.”

“No, he’s been crying a while,” Mr. Wood explains. “We didn’t think it was just cause he was tired, so we called.”

“Thank you,” Daddy replies seriously. He leans back a bit to look at Awsten’s face. “Are you ready to return home?”

Awsten nods.

“Alright. Say goodbye to Otto.”

Awsten slowly waves without sitting up.

“Bye-bye, Awsten! I love you!” Otto says.

“Bye. I love you, too.”

“Thank you,” Daddy says again to Otto’s parents as they start toward the car. And then again, “I am sorry.”

Awsten feels bad that Daddy is apologizing because of him, but he’s mostly just glad that Daddy’s holding him.

“It’s alright, Awsten,” Daddy whispers to him. “I am here now. I am right here with you.”

Awsten’s heard about Heaven before, and he thinks it might be something like this.

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The drive home is quiet. Awsten sits in his car seat without speaking, without singing, without any emotion even showing on his face. When they pull into the garage, Awsten doesn’t unbuckle. He waits for Geoff to come open the door and do it for him. Then he holds his arms out, and Geoff picks him up.

“What happened?” Geoff asks him softly as he carries him toward the door to the house.

“I missed you.”

“That much?” Geoff wonders.

Awsten nods.

“Enough to cry?”

“I cried for a real long time,” Awsten confesses, and he buries his face in Geoff’s neck.

Geoff lets out a gentle sigh. “I need to do some schoolwork,” he tells the little boy.

“Can I sit in your lap?”

Geoff ponders this for several seconds. Finally, he says, “If you can be still, yes, you may sit in my lap.”

“Can I have some cheese cubes?”

With another exhale, Geoff nods. “Yes. And then you must sit quietly.”

“Okay.”

A few minutes later, Awsten has a tiny bowl of cubed cheddar cheese. He eats it slowly, lying on Geoff’s chest while Geoff grades the last two pages of his seniors’ Macbeth tests.

Tuna, who has been sitting in the chair beside them, climbs onto Awsten’s lap, making Awsten quietly giggle. “We’re all stacked on top of you,” he whispers to Geoff. Then, happily, he realizes, “It’s a Awsten sammich!”

Instead of telling him to hush, Geoff kisses the top of his head.

#foster au #awsten #geoff #otto #mrs. wood #mr. wood

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malumsmermaid · 6 years ago

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Kids in Love (Prince!Calum)

This got way out of hand. Was originally just going to be a platonic thing of friends reconnecting, but not anymore oops.

Warnings: smut (told you it got way out of hand)

Word Count: 6,609

Prince Calum let out an excited whoop as he and Michael raced across the castle grounds, their horses at full gallop with their two hunting dogs running after them. They flew towards the gate and up the path into the woods. Once they got off of the path they slowed their horses to a walk. “Finally fuckin’ free!” Calum sighed, gently patting his horse’s neck.

Michael laughed, shifting in his saddle to look at the prince. He was happy to only be in riding clothes, no chain mail for a small hunting trip in the woods just a few hundred feet outside the castle. Plus, neither of them were actually hunting, Calum just wanted an excuse to get out of the castle without a huge entourage. He understood his best friend’s sentiment towards being in the woods. It had been a long morning as he followed the young man through the castle, checking up on the parts of the festival he was responsible for, as well as security protocol for whenever they were to make an appearance.

Calum’s eyes were focused on the two dogs now trotting ahead of the horses, their noses trained to the ground. A gentle breeze played with the prince’s hair, and he shifted his slack grip on the reins to one hand, holding the other out to enjoy the gentle wind blowing by, eyes closed as the fresh air washed over him, having complete trust in the animal beneath him. Calum opened his eyes when the horse paused, his dog having stopped directly in front of them, nose in the wind and ears perked. The hound suddenly tore off and Calum looked over at Michael. He simply nodded as Calum tutted to the horse. “Meet you at the gate by dusk.” the blonde man said, calling to his dog and continuing further into the woods.

Calum knew that he was going to spend some time by the river before making his way closer to the gate so they could return to the castle together. He urged his horse into a trot and helped her maneuver through the forest as they looked for the dog. He figured he’d picked up the scent of a rabbit or fox and listened for the dog’s barks. He became worried when he didn’t hear any sort of incessant baying that would indicate that the other animal had been cornered. The hound wasn’t his personal dog, no, Duke was safe back in the castle, probably napping on Calum’s plush bed, but he couldn’t help but worry that this dog could’ve gotten hurt.

He felt his anxious heart slow when they came into a clearing in the woods, the riverbank a few hundred feet away, and he saw the dog laying on his back, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he was pet by a young girl. Calum easily slid from the horse’s back, placing the reins over the nearest fence post. “Stay right here Phantom.” He whispered, hand gently rubbing her muzzle before walking over to where the child was playing with his hound.

The dog rolled over when Calum was just a couple steps away from the pair of friends, shaking some grass from his fur. Calum laughed softly, crouching down and stretching his hands out to the dog. “Gave me a good scare Copper. Didn’t hear you barking at anything and thought you got hurt. Glad to see you were having a good time.” The prince’s tone was affectionate and he gently scratched behind the dog’s ears, his eyes crinkling as he smiled at Copper.

Calum slowly sat down in the grass before turning his eyes to the little kid, who had picked up a small stick from the grass. She looked down at the tall man sitting in the grass, quietly fidgeting with the piece of wood. Copper’s eyes were on the stick in her hand, tail wagging before letting out a single bark. She smiled quickly, throwing the stick as well as she could at her age, no more than seven. “My name’s Ella,” she stated, holding her now empty hand out to the prince. He smiled as he shook it, clearly she had no idea who she was talking to. “Copper is my favorite doggy to play with in the doggy pen when my sister lets me go with her to the castle.”

Calum chuckled at her matter of fact tone, his eyes sparkling as he looked at the little girl. “That’s how I felt about Copper’s great grandpa. Took him home with me when he was just a puppy. My mum freaked out when she saw him when she came to put me to bed that night.”

Ella’s eyes widened, staring at the prince in shock, “How’d you get him away from the castle? What did the king do?”

Calum chewed his lip, thinking of how to respond to her question when another girl came out from beyond the fence he’d tied his horse to. “Ella!” she called, “Mum says if you want to wear that dress to the festival tomorrow you best not be getting it dirty!”

“M’not gonna get it dirty.” Ella retorted, “was playing with Copper but I’ve got a new friend now too!”

“What do you mean you’re playing with Copper, Copper is at the castle, you know you won’t see him again until midwe—“ The approaching girl froze and Calum turned his attention to her, watching her as she took in the emblem embroidered into the saddle blanket on the horse tied to her fence. Then her gaze fell on the golden skinned man lounging in the grass. He sighed slowly as she ran over, gently grabbing her sister by the shoulders before turning back to Calum. She dipped into a curtsie, head bowed as she said, “I’m so sorry Your Grace. She's been told she’s not supposed to play with or distract the dogs when they’re in the woods.” “Didn’t distract Copper Lizzie! He came to me!” Ella protested, looking up at her sister.

Calum caught the discreet motion of Lizzie gently nudging the back of Ella’s leg with her foot as she leaned down to hiss at the younger girl, “Annabella, not in front of the prince. Do you know how much trouble we could get in.”

Ella’s eyes went wide and her gaze turned back to Calum. “You’re the prince?” She exclaimed, gaping as she waited for his response. Calum simply nodded, whistling to have Copper return from where he had laid down, chewing on the stick. Ella stared a little longer after he had confirmed that fact before turning to her sister, “Does this mean I don’t get to play with the doggies this week?”

Her voice was so sad and Calum’s heart about broke as he looked at the tiny blonde girl. His eyes drifted to her older sister. She looked nothing like the young girl standing between them, her hair a dark brown and curly, while her sister’s was straight, though tangled.

Copper had rested his head in his lap, eyes on him when Calum got an idea to soothe Ella. He beckoned for the girl with his finger, eyes locking with Lizzie’s. She gently turned her sister around, barely breaking eye contact with the prince. “Ella, you asked me something before your sister came over, didn’t you sweetie?” he asked, smiling as she nodded. He took her hand, pulling the child to sit in his lap where she could pet Copper. “Mum and dad definitely freaked out a little that I had brought one of the hounds inside the castle, even if it was just a puppy. But my dad told me if I really wanted the dog, I’d have to learn how to train him. So I did. I’ve trained a bunch of other dogs since then, even weaned Phantom over there and helped her get used to having a saddle and bridle on, taught her how to listen to her rider.”

He glanced towards Lizzie, who had a fond look on her face as she watched him. Ella was smiling at Calum, shy now that his identity had been revealed to her. He gently squeezed her hand, still in his, and said, “Since Copper clearly likes you a lot, I’m gonna give you the same chance my dad gave me. One of our dogs is gonna have puppies soon, once they’re old enough, would you like to help me train them? I’ll teach you everything I know whenever I have the time.”

She gasped, staring up at the prince with an open mouth. He laughed softly, gently combing her hair back out of her face. “Really?!” she squealed, staring.

Calum nodded in affirmation, “Copper will be there too, he’s always been a good teacher to the pups. I’m hoping he’ll be even better for his own pups.” Copper sighed, tail flopping on the ground, looking for attention from either of the people he was sitting with. Calum smiled, patting the dog’s shoulder before adding, “Why don’t you and Copper go play, I’ll talk to your sister about it more, ok?”

Just like that Ella was off, running around the clearing, Copper bounding after her. Calum patted the spot on the ground next to him, smiling at Lizzie. She carefully sat down, gathering her skirt so it wouldn’t get too dirty as she sat. “I don’t know how to thank you, your highness” she started, but Calum waved her off.

“None of that Lizzie. We’ll just call it a favor for an old friend, huh?”

Now it was Lizzie’s turn to stare at the prince. “What, you thought I forgot you just because it’s been a while since we last saw each other?” Lizzie turned red, glancing over her shoulder at his horse. Calum followed her gaze, smiling at the horse. “I don’t have to be anywhere for a while, is it ok if we untie her, take her tack off?”

Lizzie nodded, smiling at him and they both got up. He led the way towards the dappled grey mare, gently holding his hand out to her. Phantom turned toward him and he gently gave her neck a pat, reaching up to remove the bridle and halter. They worked together to get the saddle and blanket off of her back. They hung everything on the fence and Calum gave his horse another gentle pat before walking back to where he had been sitting originally. Calum leaned back, laying in the grass and stared up at the clouds for a few minutes before asking, “So, how’ve you been? How’re your mum and dad?”

Lizzie hummed, looking down towards the prince. “We’re doing alright. Mum still works in the garden, dad died in the war back when we were 12 though. Mum asked your dad if I could work in the castle a year later, he told her I was too young, mum was too proud to tell him we really needed the money after losing dad. After that I started working for Ol’ Miss Harvey, doing little things for her around the house and farm, then she died a couple years back and now I work in the castle stables, her highness brings me in sometimes to fold things or help with her fittings and just tells me all about your little schoolyard crush on me.”

She smiled when she finished, laying back in the grass as well and looking at Calum. He blushed at the last sentence, chewing his lip before mumbling, “Mum loves to embarrass me. Guess it’s what mums do though, regardless of their status.”

Lizzie laughed, nodding a little as she did and he hummed. “I’m sorry to hear about your dad though. I never knew.”

Lizzie shook her head, “We were kids, of course you didn’t know. I just stopped coming to school, lots of girls around our age at the time did that. We’re happy now, mum remarried, had Ella, life goes on.”

Calum nodded and they both turned their attention to the clouds. Occasionally one of them would talk, reminiscing on their school days. After one story about Ashton, Luke and Michael, Lizzie turned to look at him, “Speaking of those three, shouldn’t one of them have come hunting with you?” Calum laughed, nodding. His three best friends from school were legacies of some of his father’s guards and they were now part of his guard. “Yeah, Michael is probably swimming somewhere upstream. Used to take Ashton on my fake hunting trips, but he’d go into town when we decided to split up, and his horse kind of got notorious for being tied up outside some poor girl’s house. The gossip got to my dad and now I switch between Michael and Luke so he doesn’t get too suspicious.” Lizzie laughed at that, nodding and Calum smiled, “Speaking of which, I should probably make it look like I at least tried to catch something.”

She hummed, watching as Calum got to his feet, watching as he jogged over to where Ella was playing with Copper. The prince rolled around, playing with the pup while Ella giggled, clapping and jumping while Calum riled the dog up. He rose to his feet, running around with the dog and Lizzie cringed at the dirt she could make out on his shirt. It may have been a riding shirt, which he would be allowed to get dirty, but she figured it still cost more than her entire wardrobe, and that was before factoring in his breeches, boots and the embroidery of his initials and the royal crest that adorned the lapels of his shirt. She heard the two calling her name and slowly got up, Ella already running over. She let the little girl take her hand, following behind her as she excitedly told her that they were gonna play in the river. She noticed that her sister had already taken off her shoes and smiled, toeing her own off once the little one finally let go of her hand and ran for the water. She kept an eye on her, barely getting more than her ankles wet while she waited for Calum. The prince had seated himself on a tree stump to take off his riding boots and stockings and was currently rolling his pants legs up.

Once he was ready he ran towards the water. He scooped up Ella, spinning around before gently setting her back in the water. Copper came running in to join them, carrying a large stick with him. Calum grinned as the hound dropped the stick into the water in front of him. He reached down, picking it up before the current carried it away and threw it out into the middle of the river. They all watched as Copper bounded through the water before beginning to paddle his way to the stick. Ella began clapping and jumping excitedly when the dog had caught up to the stick, taking it in his mouth and making to loop back to them. They continued to play fetch until Copper left the water, shaking the droplets away from his fur before going to curl up beneath the tree, closing his eyes to take a nap.

Lizzie continued to watch from her spot at the edge of the water as Calum and Ella played. Calum would pick Ella up and spin her around before setting her back in the water, letting her soar through the air while still holding her arms. Lizzie smiled, enjoying how good he was with the small child and allowed for a moment to entertain the thought of Calum with his own children, more specifically their children. She quickly shook the thought from her head, remembering their difference in status, even though she had been his friend when they were both kids, she doubted it would be ok now that they were both adults.

But now he was splashing around in the water, in a battle with Ella, something that would’ve definitely been something he was told not to do years ago, it being an unprincely activity. She smiled a little as she watched them, both giggling and squealing as they were hit by the water.

Then there came the sound of trumpets coming from the direction of the castle. Calum froze, straightening up and looking that way, focused even as he got hit with a face full of water. He quickly scooped up Ella, carrying her out of the river and Lizzie stared as he passed by her, carefully setting Ella down at the shore. Ella stared after the prince as the trumpets continued to blast. He was fixing his pants back to their usual length, pulling his stockings and boots over his wet feet. He jogged back over when he was ready, crouching down and letting his arms envelope Ella. “I’m so sorry sweetie, I have to go back to the castle. We have guests coming and they weren’t supposed to get here until sunset, so I guess they’re early. But that means you have more time for your pretty dress to dry off before the festival tomorrow. I’ll keep an eye out for you. And I’ll make sure to tell your sister when the puppies are ready for training so she can bring you with her.”

Ella nodded against the prince’s chest and he smiled, running a large hand through her hair before letting her pull away. He stood and turned to Lizzie, sighing. “Can you help me get the tack back on my horse?” She nodded quickly, walking alongside him as they went to where they’d left Phantom.

She had her blanket and saddle in place while Calum was still buckling the bridle around the horse’s face, so she ducked down to cinch the girth, one hand resting on the horse’s shoulder so she wouldn’t spook. As she finished securing the saddle she felt Calum’s hands on her hips, helping her come out from under the horse. He gently turned her around to face him and she almost gasped at how close she was to the prince. His eyes quickly flicked to her lips before he sighed, bringing on hand up to run through his dark curls. “M’guessing that you know about the wedding this weekend and that you’re working at it.”

Lizzie nodded slowly, looking up at him. She knew that Princess Mali was getting married during the summer festival, a perfect time for a wedding in Lizzie’s opinion and she was excited, even if she had to work during the event. Prince Calum nodded, slowly licking his lips before continuing his thought.

“If you get the chance to sneak away during the reception, or you’ve just finished everything you needed to do, meet me in the barn, ok? Wanna talk to you more.”

Her dark eyes met his, and something about the look on his face and the feeling of his hands on her waist had her agreeing, forgetting where he was riding off to, who he really was. He nodded at her affirmation, hand quickly finding her own and bringing it to his lips.

As he mounted his horse, Lizzie remembered herself and dropped into a curtsy. Calum smiled, shaking his head at her before whistling to Copper and urging his horse back into the woods to meet up with Michael.

~~~~~

The next afternoon, the entire town was gathered along the main street for the parade. Lizzie stood next to a bouncing Ella, who was watching the performers go by in their brightly colored outfits, celebrating the arrival of summer.

Finally, as the end of the parade was approaching, there came the sound of the trumpets. The trumpeters were followed by a line of guards, the sound of their heavy boots hitting the ground as they marched in unison seemed to match the beat of Lizzie’s heart as she looked beyond them for the prince. Following the first line of guards was a new family, the guests of the royal family, the other half of the wedding party. Everyone stared at them as they made their way past, waving to the townspeople as they continued along the route. Then, more trumpet blasts and Lizzie saw him, his golden crown glinting in the sunlight.

Prince Calum was on a pure white stallion, riding alongside his sister’s carriage, he was smiling and talking to her as he rode, sword strapped to his side despite being surrounded by Michael, Luke, and Ashton. He was wearing a deep blue button down, embroidered with what was likely thread made of actual gold. His pants were dark, a matching blue stripe going down the side of his legs.

As though Calum could feel her gaze, he turned his head to the crowd, eyes searching until they landed on her. Lizzie smiled and he returned it, giving her a quick nod before dropping his gaze to Ella, giving her a wave and a bright smile. Lizzie felt that if the guards didn’t have strict instructions to keep him on the path that he would’ve ridden over and picked up Ella to ride with him for the rest of the parade.

Lizzie watched Calum turn his attention to one of the guards, nodding her way with a quick smile. She looked on as the golden-haired man glanced her way, giving her an obvious look over, obvious if you were paying attention anyway, before turning his attention back to the prince. She wished she could hear what they were saying, but soon enough she was only looking at Calum’s back.

~~~~~~~

Mali’s wedding was as beautiful as could be expected for a princess like her. Lizzie had helped her get into her dress and braided flowers into the princess’s hair before other servants put her tiara in place, along with the wedding veil. Hearing the princess gush about her partner as she was getting ready reminded Lizzie that, as it was peacetime, that the royal children were actually able to marry those they loved, rather than for a treaty and expansion. She felt her cheeks warm at the thought of the possible meeting she’d have with the prince later that evening. Princess Mali had glanced at Lizzie in that moment, the mischievous glint filling the princess’s eyes in that moment telling Lizzie that not only did Mali know exactly who she was, but that Calum had told her about their encounter a few days earlier. She turned her face from the princess’s gaze and focused on fluffing out her dress, hoping to not betray any other thoughts she’d had since that day.

During the reception feast, Lizzie walked around, taking care of her two assigned tables. As she carried dishes back and forth from the tables her gaze would find its way to the wedding party’s table. The king and queen weren’t seated in the center as they usually would be, it was Mali’s wedding day after all, so they were sitting next to her, Calum next to his mother, and a few times she made eye contact with him as she passed.

Everyone enjoyed the wedding cake and soon after began pairing off to go dance in the middle of the field where they’d set up the feast. Lizzie continued serving until her table was empty, about four songs in, and then began cleaning up, taking the dishes to the cart sitting farthest from the tables, waiting to take everything back to the kitchens to be washed up. As she was making a third trip to her table to pick up, she felt a hand grab her arm and turned. Calum was right there, and he leaned down, “Whenever you’re ready, Lizzie, you know where I’m heading.” he whispered, his eyes meeting hers.

She swallowed, nodding at him before bowing her head. “Of course, Your Grace.” she answered, reminding herself that there were others around who could possibly hear them.

Calum nodded, smiling as he released her arm and continued on his way. She took a deep breath before continuing to finish clearing the tables.

Once all the dishes had been put into the cart, Lizzie took a last look around the area, making sure she was no longer needed before slipping away. As she walked, she removed her apron, folding it neatly before allowing it to rest over her shoulder until she found somewhere to leave it.

She walked into the stable and smiled as she was greeted by its familiar warmth, the sweet smell of the hay in the horses’ troughs hitting her nose, everything having already been cleaned out before the wedding, most of the horses left in the pasture until it had started getting dark, then all the stable hands not involved with the wedding had brought them in before going home, or joining the festivities. She went into the tack room, knowing there’d be somewhere to set her apron there. She was right, finding an empty space, but was shocked when she saw Calum’s clothes that he’d been wearing during the wedding sitting on the shelf too. She calmed herself, reminding herself that Calum did work in the stable whenever he had time, so he likely kept clothes more appropriate for the stable in the tack room. She let out a quiet sigh before going to look for the prince, having a feeling she knew where he was.

She was right, she could hear his voice as he neared Phantom’s stall, his voice quiet as he spoke to the grey mare. She stood in the doorway of the stall, watching as the prince rubbed the curry comb on his hand in circles through the horse’s hair. He was back in his riding clothes, probably a different set from yesterday, however. Lizzie hummed as she looked him over, still standing in the door quietly. It seemed that Calum was having a conversation with the horse, speaking before pausing and looking towards her face. Lizzie smiled as she waited, deciding whether or not she would alert the prince to the fact that it was no longer just him and Phantom.

Finally, she does so, saying, “I had no idea you could talk to animals Calum. Makes sense since you spend so much time with them, I suppose.”

If there hadn’t been a 2,000 pound, easily frightened animal next to him, Calum probably would’ve jumped. Lizzie smiled, stepping further into the stall. He sighed, giving Phantom a pat before rising from his stool. “How much of our conversation did you hear?” he asked, smile playing over his lips as he got closer to Lizzie.

“Your and Phantom’s secrets are safe with me.” she stated, just smiling at the tall prince as he stopped directly in front of her.

He hummed, nodding taking her hand and leading her out of the stall, closing the door behind them. He led the way up to the loft, helping Lizzie as they reached the top of the ladder, both of them settling into the hay that was stored up there. They both laid there quietly, Lizzie could tell that Calum was gathering his words, so she let him think, their hands just barely touching as they stayed still.

Finally the prince spoke. “I don’t need you to answer this and I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything, this is just something I need to get off of my chest, ok Liz?”

She nodded slowly, staring at him as he began to continue what he needed to say.

“I know I just saw you for the first time in ten years two days ago, but there’s something about you that I don’t think I’d ever be able to stay away from you. I’ve been around princesses and ladies and duchesses from other towns and countries at balls and festivals that we’ve hosted or gone to, but none of them make me feel like I did Friday. They don’t make me forget I’m a prince, allow me to have fun and be free. I-I never forgot you when you stopped coming to school. I wondered why you left, if I’d ever see you again. Mum says I was heartbroken, but I never asked what happened, because, like you said, there were girls leaving school at that time anyway.

But I’m so happy to have gotten to see you again, and I don’t want to go without seeing you again, without feeling how I felt Friday again. I don’t want you to think that I’m caught up in the feelings from my sister’s wedding though, but I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life without you.”

He stopped, chewing his lip as he looked down at Lizzie. Her expression was gentle as her brown eyes gazed into his. He carefully reached up, combing his fingers through her dark curly hair. His mind cast back to their childhood. She looked a lot like her father from what he remembered of him. He had been one of his father’s closest guards and he hummed. “I know we can marry whoever we want, but if it worries you about what people would think, your father and mine were extremely close. He was one of the top guards, so when we lost him, just know he was very likely directly protecting my father. He died protecting king and country. If anyone in town has a problem with us, which I doubt they would seeing how they all came together for Mali, they can ask me about it themselves.”

Lizzie chewed her lips, looking at the regal, sure, look on Calum’s face. She didn’t doubt that he would’ve defended her regardless of her father’s status if they did get together, but his words did calm her a little. She knew he was waiting for at least some sort of affirmation from him that she wanted a relationship like he did, but she couldn’t find the words to put to an answer. She felt his hand slide down her face, still gently cupping her cheek as he began to turn away and she leaned closer, taking his face in her own hand. His eyes flicked up to hers as she turned his head toward her. She smiled up at him shyly before connecting their lips.

Calum moved quickly pulling her into his lap as he leaned into her kiss. A smile threatened to break over his face as they continued kissing.

They both pulled away after a moment, foreheads pressed together and arms around the other’s shoulders.They both sat there, eyes closed as they caught their breath. Calum slowly moved his head after a minute, nestling into the crook of her neck. He slowly began pressing kisses to the skin there, hands beginning to wander. She allowed it, tilting her head to the side and leaning into his touch. He groaned against her skin, pulling away just enough to tug his shirt over his head, casting it aside before beginning to busy himself with getting her dress undone. Fortunately it was just a simple servant’s dress, all he had to do was get the top layer off and it’d just be her undergarments below it, he’d had to go through more difficult puzzles during balls.

Lizzie hummed as he pulled the dress sleeves down her arms, trying his best to help her out of her clothes. Once he’d gotten her dress off and tossed where his shirt had gone had returned his lips to hers, hands roaming along her bare arms, before wandering the thin white fabric that was covering her body, ending just above her knees. He yearned to just allow his head and shoulders to disappear beneath the fabric, but he also wanted to take it slow, let it drag out.

“Cal,” she whispered, and Calum reveled in the sound of his name from her lips, no title, and not even his whole name. “What if someone comes in the stables?”

He hummed, pressing more kisses to her skin before answering, “Luke is sitting outside, making sure no one tries to come in, and Michael and Ashton are making sure no one tries to come this way in the first place. Not too odd, pair of guards keeping people from roaming the castle grounds outside of where the party is.”

She nodded lowly, reaching down to pull at her underdress, and he groaned as he watched her remove it. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him to kiss her lips again. They sighed into each other’s mouths, Calum shifting his hands to remove his breeches as well. Once he’d kicked them away, he brought his hands up to her breasts, gently kneading the flesh before moving to kiss down her chest. He attached his lips to each nipple, sucking at them and giving them attention before continuing his journey down to between her thighs. One hand found its way to Lizzie’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as he gently pressed his lips over the inside of her thighs. She whimpered, staring down at him as he spread her legs, gently setting them over his shoulders, completely focused on what he was about to do. His eyes flicked up to meet hers as he slid a single finger through her slit, licking his lips as it came back wet.

He shifted a little beneath her, slowly pushing his finger into her, watching as each knuckle disappeared. She let out the softest moan at the feeling and he smiled, looking up at her. He could tell that, at the very least, she had never been treated like this before and he hummed as he thrust his finger in and out. Adding a second finger had her gasping his name, a hand flying to touch his hair, and she seemed to go into shock when her wrists hit the cold metal of his crown that he’d yet to remove, the sudden reminder of who she was with hitting her hard.

Calum hummed, pulling himself away from her. He slowly took the crown off of his own head, and instead of adding it to their pile of clothing, he leaned up and put it atop Lizzie’s head.

He smiled up at her before laying back down between her thighs, slipping both fingers back into her without warning and she gasped, actually taking hold of his hair this time. He let out a groan as her nails grazed his scalp, his eyes fluttering shut as he continued to work her over, fingers curling up in search of a way to make her absolutely lose it. He knew he finally found it when she let out a high pitched gasp, fingers pulling at his hair and knees locking around his head. He smiled, working to keep his fingers there as he attached his lips to her. With the addition of his tongue and lips sucking at her he could feel her absolutely quaking around him and knew she wasn’t too far from reaching her high. Instead of letting up, he added a third finger, this one wearing his signet ring, the added ridges from it seeming to add to the pleasure she was feeling, because soon after, she fell over the edge. He detached his lips from her, letting his tongue run through her folds, helping her ride out the high before removing his fingers from her.

He moved her legs from his shoulders, pressing a kiss to each knee before he moved to be crouching in front of her, sliding her legs to rest around his waist instead. He reached up to fix her hair, watching Lizzie’s chest rise and fall. “Feel good, love?” he asked, a smile crossing his glistening face. She slowly opened her eyes, nodding as she took him in. He smiled, fixing his crown on her head so it wasn’t falling over her face. “Look better in that than I do, sweetheart.” He whispered, letting his hand trail down her neck. He moved his hand to her left one, taking off his ring and placing it on her finger. He smiled again, bringing her hand to his lips for the second time that weekend.

Lizzie hummed, looking at the man whose eyes were so filled with adoration as he held her bare body to his. She gripped his hand gently, carefully running her fingers through his curls before he brought his lips to hers. They both let out low whines as he entered her, Calum digging his fingers into the soft flesh at her hip. His teeth dug into her lip and she hummed quietly, eyes fluttering as she got used to the feeling of Calum inside of her.

He slowly began moving moments later, keeping an eye on Lizzie to make sure she was ok. “All mine.” He grunted as he found his rhythm, “gonna be mine forever, right princess? Gonna be my queen one day.”

Lizzie just nodded, barely able to form any words. Calum nodded back, attaching his lips back to her neck and shifted his grip on her. A few minutes later he felt her begin to flutter around him, “Fuckin’ hell” he groaned, “ok love, it’s ok, let go.”

Lizzie barely responded, crying out as her back arched, head leaning further back into the hay pile they were laying in. Her grip on his hand was deathly tight but he wouldn’t pull away from it. His head dropped to her chest moments later, his hips stuttering in her as he came. He just laid on her for a long time after both their highs had faded, enjoying listening to the sound of her heart beat slowing back to normal. He didn’t know how long they’d been laying there when he finally pulled out, moving to help Lizzie get dressed again.

Once both looked mostly presentable, having gotten all the stray hairs back in place and removed all the bits of straw sticking to their bodies and hair, they climbed down the ladder. Calum collected the clothes he’d been wearing earlier before they left the stable. Lizzie was still leaning into his side, his crown on her head, as Calum nodded to Luke. The broad guard walked alongside them as they made their way into the castle, disappearing to tell Ashton and Michael that their job was done once the door shut behind Calum.

He walked Lizzie through the empty halls, smiling to himself as he held her to him and walked to his chambers. He closed the door when they made it, setting Lizzie into the plush blankets as he began to draw a bath for the two of them. He found a bottle of wine still in his room and opened it again, pouring two glasses while he waited for the tub to fill. Soon enough it was ready and he helped Lizzie change out of her clothes again, pulling her to join him in the bath.

They each drank their glass of wine as they sat in the water, Calum gently cleaning Lizzie up and kissing every bit of her skin he had access to as they sat there. She was about asleep on his chest when he finished cleaning them both up and he smiled, drying her off and putting her into his bed. He went into his closet and pulled on his sleep clothes before finding a sleep shirt for her as well, carefully putting it over her shoulders and getting her arms through before he tucked them both into his bed, then tucking Lizzie under his chin, smiling as her breathing slowed and she drifted off, happy to finally have her with him again.

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the-quiet-winds · 6 years ago

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Integrity, Faith, and Crocodile Tears (part two)

i love this au. @ichlugebulletsandcornnuts loves this au. i’m glad you all do too.

have part two! with super awesome new character!

[part one]

[Part 2: Wish I Could Escape, Make Your Heart Believe]

“don’t be afraid, little one,” the duke says to katherine as he finally sits her down on top of a small barrel on the deck. “you are safe with us.”

he speaks in the same kind tone he did when he first met katherine, but this time she definitely doesn’t trust him. he probably thought she was too young to completely understand what was going on but she did; he’d kidnapped her, ripped her away from her mum, and now she was being shipped off to spain. she glares at the duke as best she can as she tries not to cry, barely managing to suppress her sniffles. the duke senses katherine’s emotions and he speaks again.

“you do not need to worry, my son is a good boy. when you both come of age you will be very happy together.” he reaches a hand out to her, most likely to help her climb off the barrel. with all the anger and sadness a tiny eleven-year-old could hold, katherine leans forward and bites the duke’s hand hard. he pulls back immediately and swears, clutching at his hand and shooting daggers at her.

“we have two weeks on this boat. if you want food and drink then you need to start behaving yourself.”

she crosses her arms defiantly, knowing how much she looked like a petulant child, especially when she pokes her lip out in her best attempt at a scowl.

the duke laughs. “i don’t know why you’re choosing to be difficult, little one. soon i’ll be your father-in-law. we’ll have all sorts of fun together, i promise. all you need to do is behave.”

he reaches out to pat the top of her head and she doesn’t stop him, because the thought of the duke being her father-in-law scared her so much she nearly stopped functioning. she only wanted one family member, and she was watching from the harbor.

she wants her jane.

she wants her mum.

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it had taken a solid thirty seconds for jane to comprehend what had just taken place, as she stood overlooking the harbor.

they had katherine.

a white hot anger pools in her stomach. oh, how they would pay.

her first instinct is to race down to the harbormaster and demand passage on the next ship bound for madrid, but then she realizes it’s still the middle of the night.

she waits until morning, and the harbormaster gives her the unfortunate news that all passages to spain are booked solid for the next five days.

“there’s a ceremony happening in madrid, ma’am,” he says. “the duke is bringing in his future daughter-in-law. then the wedding is only a few days after.”

there’s really one choice jane has of how to get to spain on such short notice. as much as she hates relying on henry, she can only hope he’d dispense a written order to allow her to sail. if she was lucky, perhaps she could even get him to order that katherine couldn’t get married; spain and england were not friends, after all, and surely the duke would not risk war just to keep hold of katherine.

she heads to the palace as quickly as she can, not stopping to sleep or even eat.

she’s let in immediately, probably expedited by the wild nature of her uncombed hair and the fact she was only wearing a nightgown and boots.

it was still early when she arrived, and she was brought to the dining hall where henry was sitting down for breakfast.

“jane?” he asks, concerned upon seeing her. “what brings you here at this hour?” he gives her a once over. “looking like this?”

“i need to get to spain,” she says, not bothering to waste any time. “as soon as possible.”

she explains the situation, and watches his face go hard. it was no secret he had never been especially fond of katherine, but kidnapping an innocent child may have been pushing it a bit far.

“i’ll see what i can do,” he says, “but i cannot make any promises-“

“henry?”

they both turn to see another woman in the doorway, dressed in gorgeous gowns of a german style.

“anna,” he says patiently, “good morning.”

“good morning,” she says stiltedly in a thick german accent. “wer ist das?” she addresses the last part at jane, and although jane doesn’t understand the language she can tell the general gist.

“jane seymour,” jane introduces herself, collecting herself enough to give a curtsey. henry looks slightly awkward, an usual expression on the king’s face.

“jane, this is anna. she is my betrothed.”

rationally, jane knows there was no chance whatsoever of her getting back together with henry, knows that he would eventually have to remarry if he wanted a legitimate heir. however, that doesn’t stop the wave of shock and sadness from running through her and dragging up feelings that she had thought were buried.

“anna,” he addresses his fiancée, “this is jane, she’s a close friend.”

jane fights the urge to shudder or frown at being referred to as just a friend, and instead extends both hands to anna, who takes them trepidatiously. “it is very nice to meet you,” jane says warmly.

anna gives a broad grin. “gleichfalls, jane,” she says, and jane has to assume that it means something along the lines of ‘likewise’, otherwise this whole thing just got even more awkward.

“anyway,” henry cuts in, “i will do everything in my power to get you to spain, jane.”

anna tilts her head slightly. “spain?”

“yes,” jane says, and her voice trembles slightly. “my... my daughter, katherine. she’s been kidnapped and taken to spain.” speaking those words aloud brings a fresh wave of pain over her and tears well up in her eyes. anna looks very concerned.

“katherine, sie ist... a child?” she asks. jane nods and anna turns to henry. she begins to speak rapidly in german and although jane doesn’t understand a single word it’s clear henry does, or at least has a general idea of what she’s saying.

jane feels very stupid as she waits for them to talk. she picks up ‘spanien’ several times, which she can infer refers to spain, as well as a few other words including ‘kateryn,’ anna’s best attempt at saying kat’s name quickly.

henry looks satisfied and even slightly happy as their conversation concludes.

“well, jane, you may be in luck,” he says. “anna has agreed to let you take one of her german ships to spain tomorrow night. that’s the earliest the ship can leave the harbor, unfortunately.”

“fast ships,” anna comments. “very fast.”

“thank you,” jane half-gasps, taking both of anna’s hands in hers again. “thank you so much.” anna gives her a kind smile and henry approaches them, placing a hand on jane’s back- although, she notices, in a much less intimate way than he used to.

“you are more than welcome to stay here until the ship is ready, of course. the servants will prepare a chamber for you, and i’m sure we can find you some proper clothes.”

jane blushes slightly as she looks down, realizing that she had been brought before the king and future queen in her nightgown.

"thank you, henry," she says.

he kisses her cheek gently. "of course, jane."

she turns to anna. "thank you as well, anna."

the german woman smiles again. "anything to help, fräulein jane."

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the boat ride is slow and very boring to katherine, even though she can't get her mind off her mum.

she'd give absolutely anything to see her again, just one more time.

"send word ahead," she hears the duke say to one of his men. "english ships are to be screened for jane seymour." he unrolls a portrait of jane, one that must have been done not too long before katherine met her. "she is not to be allowed into madrid under any circumstances."

so that is it, katherine thinks. she'll never see jane again. she'll marry the duke's son and that will be her life.

it sends her mind reeling so fast and far that she runs to the edge of the ship and gets sick over the rail, desperately trying not to cry.

katherine spends the rest of the journey hidden away in the small cabin she’d been given. it was barely big enough for her to stand in, and she couldn’t imagine what kind of purpose it’d have on a ship where most of the passengers were grown men. she gets brought food and water twice a day but she rarely has an appetite, not when everything seems so hopeless.

she stops crying four days into her isolation, having finally run out of tears, and instead she lies motionless, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about jane.

she misses her mum so much.

the duke visits her at least once a day, standing in the doorway and trying to coax conversation from his future daughter-in-law, but she never gave more than one word answers.

on their sixth day at sea he finally gets tired of her depression and marches into the tiny room, hunched over, and grabs her face in his hand.

“you better start acting like the good little girl i met, katherine, or this marriage will be absolute hell for you. do you understand me?”

katherine stares vaguely past him, so deep in her misery that she no longer cares. the marriage will already be hell for her; trapped in another country where she doesn’t speak the language, isolated, dragged away from the only person who’s ever cared for her and loved her with no chance of seeing her again.

the duke glares down at her, evidently not pleased by her lack of response. “i’m trying to be nice, katherine. i’m your future father in law, and that means we’re going to be family soon. I don’t want us to be at odds with each other.” the duke seems completely oblivious to how ironic his words are considering he had kidnapped her and forced her to travel back to spain with him.

katherine finally looks back up at him, a less-than-confident form of defiance in her eyes. “i don’t want you as my family,” she says as angrily as possible, but her words mainly come out as barely a whisper, her voice and throat hoarse from the lack of water over the past six days. “the only person i want as my family is jane. she didn’t kidnap me and try to force a marriage on me.”

in one swift movement, the duke releases katherine and brings his hand back before slapping her straight across the face. “behave, little rat, or that won’t be the last time.”

katherine falls onto her bed and instinctively curls up into a ball to protect herself, but the duke stays standing at the foot of the bed and doesn’t come any closer.

“i’ll give you some time to think about your behaviour. perhaps when i come back tomorrow you’ll have decided to be good.” with that, he storms out of the room. katherine hears the sound of the lock turning and she vaguely realises this must be a punishment of sorts, to be locked up like a prisoner for the rest of the day, but katherine doesn’t particularly care about that. it’s not like she was spending any time out of her room anyway. no, katherine has bigger worries on her mind right now.

that night, she finds herself doing something she hasn’t done in a long time.

she prays.

she prays to a god she no longer believes in for any kind of miracle. for the ship to sink. for the duke to suddenly die.

she then chastises herself for such morbid thoughts.

what she really needs is an angel. her angel. jane.

she needs jane.

katherine falls asleep crying, blonde hair and soft faces and loving voices ringing in her mind.

jane, meanwhile, is on a voyage of her own. the german sailors are very kind, and anna was right when she said the ships were fast. despite the few day delay in setting sail compared to the duke’s ship, the sailors estimate they will only arrive the day after it.

it doesn’t stop jane from worrying, though. she lies awake at night, hoping beyond all hope that katherine is okay. she can only soothe herself slightly with the knowledge that the port won’t be expecting her to arrive on a German ship, meaning she will hopefully be able to catch up with them before anyone realises she’s on her way.

she keeps a journal of her time at sea - it’s something to do, plus it helps to alleviate thoughts of katherine.

the journal like qualities stop soon, replaced by letter after letter to her little love, trapped on a spanish ship.

“day six - i know that these letters aren’t worth writing, but i hope to share them with you when you’re back in my arms where you belong, my little kitty-kat. i miss you more than these words can describe, however.”

her thoughts are interrupted, however, by a german sailor telling her to come up to the deck.

“zat est spanian,” he gruffs.

sure enough, when jane reaches the deck she can see the coastline on the horizon. it sends a rush of hope through jane; she was almost there, it wouldn’t be long before she could see her daughter again. and jane knows she’s going to fight with everything she can to make sure katherine is safe and will come back to England with her.

—

katherine doesn’t receive food the next morning.

the duke never unlocked her door, so her normal seven am wake up and measly rations were forgone in the name of punishment.

katherine really couldn’t care less.

at half-past noon, the duke enters her room.

“are you ready to behave?” he asks with a less-than-kind life of his eyebrows.

“yes,” katherine says in a monotone. she doesn’t particularly care, but she wants the duke to leave sooner rather than later, and appeasing him seems to be the easiest way to do that. she still can’t manage to make her voice sound anything but tired and quiet, though.

the duke stares at her for several moments, as if she was a puzzle he was trying to work out.

he is startled by her sudden change of demeanor, but a docile and quiet girl is far more cooperative and favorable than the spiteful and defiant girl from days ago.

“well we still have several more days at sea.” he drops the tray of bread and some water on her bed. “if you want to continue to be able to eat, i’d recommend you continue to cooperate, love.”

as he leaves, katherine’s heart twists at the duke using that word. he’s not allowed to call her ‘love’, that’s for jane and jane only. she suddenly feels very sick and she puts her face in her hands, hot angry tears stinging in her eyes.

she curls up, pulling her knees to her chest and burying her face in her arms. “mama,” she half-whimpers, voice quiet and hoarse.

at that exact moment, somewhere around 100 miles behind her, jane seymour suddenly and oddly gets a very sharp sting in her heart as she stares out at the blinding sea ahead of her.

jane doesn’t think words can explain how much she wishes to see katherine, ensure she’s safe, hold her again.

“don’t you worry, my little seymour,” she promises aloud, although to no one, “soon we’ll be together again. i’ll make sure of it.”

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yukiwrites · 6 years ago

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Sharing the Same Happiness, for All Years to Come

For Corrianderweek, Day 2: Family Time, and Day 1: The Perfect Present

Part 1 - Part 2

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Organizing a King's birthday party was one of the most challenging tasks a ruler could ask for. Well, being the birthday King himself was the most challenging part -- there would be many dignitaries to meet as well as many tactful invitations to send and small talk to make on the day itself. Dances, speeches, more small talk, taking care not to offend this or that political pawn, more speeches... It was exhausting, honestly.

Which was the reason why Xander enjoyed himself oh so very much during the weeks that preceded his birthday per se by "tormenting" his wife into confessing what she was hiding. Each night he would uncover parts of her body no one else was allowed to see; hear her voice in tones only meant for his own ears.

Magnificent, truly. It was as though he was indulging himself in advance for the exhaustion he was still to feel once the party rolled around. Yet, Kamui was relentless -- she never uttered a word regarding her or the children's presents.

Though, of course, if Xander were actually serious in making her talk, he would know it by the first night, and both of them knew that. He was taking his sweet time in making her body sing to him, in loving her bit by bit -- there was no need to rush, after all. Perhaps it was the tension that was slowly building up after each "failed" attempt at making her confess, however. Each night Kamui hung by a thread, the words dancing on her tongue, brushing against her lips, before Xander himself put a stop to it, making her swallow them all down once more.

Little by little, the expectation that he would do something rougher, something more intense; something that would make her quite literally unable to walk the next day was being build up. Kamui herself felt like saying it already if it meant to see her husband come at her with everything he got; with all the power and might she knew he had -- the might she had experienced countless times in the past and oh so wanted to feel again and again and again...

Nevertheless, Xander played that game through the entire month, making his wife want to stay a second longer with him, to keep him within herself for just a moment more -- and denying her that, only to see her beg for more.

It filled his chest with such wretched pride Xander couldn't help but smirk in spite of himself, not wanting to enjoy it as much as he already did.

Precisely because of that little game, it felt as though Kamui was more anxious than anyone once dawn for the 27th broke.

"Happy Birthday, my King." She whispered under the blankets, her entire body inside Xander's nightly embrace. She had always been the first one to give him the happy wishes for so many years the words were already etched into his mind, always wanting to be refreshed as time passed.

Xander dug his face deeper into Kamui's neck, not wanting to part the whole world that smelled like her, squeezing his wife in a loving hug. "Thank you, my Queen." His voice sounded hoarse from sleep, his kisses finding her skin with the ease of a man used to the taste of her.

Ticklish, Kamui retracted her neck for a bit, smiling groggily. "Anxious for the big day?" She dug her nails onto his shoulder in an attempt to bring his attention to her voice rather than her skin -- he had already started a trail of kisses from her neck to her bosom, after all.

Xander raised one eyebrow, smirking between kisses as he marked the spot right in the middle of his wife's breast. "Are you?"

"A-hem," she loudly cleared her throat, squirming slightly under his rock-solid embrace.

Such reaction made Xander dissolve into a low laughter, pulling his wife's warmth to envelop his entire face. "I am, of course, my Kamui. The four of you did an excellent job in eluding me for all this time." His voice sounded muffled amidst her chest.

Kamui smiled softly, combing her husband's hair ever so slowly. Of course, Xander could have used the power of the King to find out with whom Kamui and their children had had contact, but what would've been the amusement in that? Xander wanted the surprise his family so careful and clumsily prepared to be as true as it could be, even if it meant being so blatantly (and cutely, if could add) left in the dark like that.

"Did we, now?" She mused in a bit over than a mumble, distracting herself with her husband's wavy hair. That only stole a few more laughs from Xander, whose large body shook under his tiny wife's hands. "Hey, don't laugh! I've been trying really hard to hide it, you know..." She pouted, the adorable tone making Xander lift his eyes to meet hers with the intent of joining their lips.

He went straight to her softness, inserting his tongue without waiting for the permission she still gave. They both closed their eyes to enjoy one another's taste as Xander gurgled a chuckle from deep within his throat. "Oh, I know how hard you've been working, my Kamui."

"Mh-hm!" She hummed chipperly. "I do deserve a reward, don't I?"

"Hah," he sneered, diving into her lips once more. "We shall see, my Queen. We shall see." He brushed his mouth into her hot skin, the sound of his rasped breath making Kamui pull him even closer.

"Oh, I simply can't wait..." She bemoaned, turning her body towards the bed, inviting Xander to be atop of her.

Realizing that the way things were going could be dangerous, but still allowing his hand to travel through Kamui's body anyway, Xander succumbed into her taste, rolling his eyes with pleasure. He threw the warnings his mind blared out of the window, indulging himself into his wife's allure one more time.

The party was scheduled to start a bit after noon, which meant that the morning would be packed with preparations, speech revisions, last minute outfit proving and little time to break the fast.

Still, Kamui managed to pull Xander away from even beginning such duties towards her own study, claiming that they would have a much needed family time before all the chaos of the party.

True to her word, the ones that waited the couple there were none other than their children: Siegbert, Kana and Katerina, already wearing their ball outfits. Katerina was especially adorable due to the amount of frills her dress had, but Xander managed not to grin with overflowing pride.

"Happy birthdee, Papa!!" She yelled louder than both her brothers wished a happy birthday, making all others laugh and smile in response. "Ah! Papa smiled already, Mama!" She pointed, giggled and hid her face in her hands, already feeling accomplished.

"Now there's just one thing left, huh?" Kamui winked, glancing from Xander to Katerina. The little girl nodded, her eyes glinting as though she were ready to pounce into her prey.

Instead, she briskly turned around, the frills of her dress loudly following, to pick up a thin and long (for her tiny hands, that is), box she had placed over the chair right behind her moments previous.

"Yup! Happy birthdee, Papa! This is from Katie! I said what I wanted and Mama chose a reaaaally pretty one, so it's from Mama and Katie!" She handed the box to her father, who gracefully accepted.

"Thank you for your kindness, my dear Katerina. May I open?"

"Mhm!" She nodded vehemently, putting herself at the utmost tip of her toes to peek as Xander undid the silk ribbon tying the box together. He kneeled in front of his youngest so as to be on her eye level as he opened the present: A new, large-sized, feather pen. Xander had big hands, so the pens he usually came across were too small for him, so that one would be a big help. "Papa is always writewritewritewriting! So Katie wanted Papa to think of her when writing!" She giggled bashfully, looking down at her feet.

"Thank you for the thoughtful present, my dearest girl." He took the feather pen to his heart with one hand, patting Katerina's head with the other. She started hopping on her feet, excited to be receiving the head pats she's been longing for, but a few seconds from lunging into her father's arms for a big hug.

It was Xander who pulled her for it, however. "You mistook something, however: Father is always thinking of you, my child. I do not need a present to remember that." He said softly as he got up with the little girl in his arms.

Katerina rubbed her face in Xander's chest, kicking her feet in excitement. She giggled happily, bringing warmth to her parents and brothers' hearts.

Kana fidgeted in front of Xander, also wanting to hug his dad, but waiting for the proper order of things -- he had to give the present first, after all! "My turn now, right, Dad? Right?" He was squirming so much one could think he was holding out to go to the bathroom, but it was mostly excitement that he held in.

"Of course, Son." Xander looked at his youngest boy, turning his body to hand Katerina to Kamui without breaking eye contact with Kana. "You all do know that there was no need for any of this, however-"

"No, no! There was need!" Kana puffed his cheeks. "Papa is always giving us things and- ah, um, I mean, Dad is always giving us things and, and... I always want to say thanks... so this is how I found!" He struck his foot on the floor, worked up to the point of reddening his cheeks.

Xander puffed in defeat, smiling. "Very well, then, Son. Forgive me for interrupting -- do proceed."

Kana pumped himself up, somewhat nervous. "I actually wanted to do it just like Brother, but the teacher said I wasn't ready for the fire yet! Can you believe it?! I can breathe fire!!" He almost yelled, getting worked up for no reason. "Ah, um, anyway! Since I couldn't do it, I went and bought one! Taaa-da!" He turned around in a flamboyant manner, revealing large shoulder pads with metal horns and wings coming out of the edges. "Like a true dragon king! Rawr!" The boy grinned, proud of his present of choice.

Xander snorted, though coughed to cover it up. "What a creative present," he said in a bemused voice, patting his son's head. "I cannot wait to try it- oof." Barely were the words out of his mouth did Kana jump for the hug he'd been holding back for, making the King scramble to hold the boy who climbed onto his own chest. Usually, Xander would give a warning regarding proper manners and whatnot, but since that was quite literally special occasion, he let it slide by simply enjoying his baby boy's heartfelt hug.

The King placed a kiss on the prince's cheek before placing him back on the floor, Kana's huge grin and flushed cheeks bringing waves of warmth into Xander's breast.

His gaze then fell into Siegbert, who was frozen in his spot, fidgeting slightly. "Um," the Crown Prince stuttered, gripping at something behind his back. "I've, um... The smithy teacher said I was doing very well so I've... madethisinhomagetoSiegfriedIhopeit'stoyourliking,Father!" He said all in one breath, offering the dagger Siegfried so quickly one could barely see when he moved his hands from behind his back to Xander's front.

Blinking, the King took the dagger into his hands, appreciating all of the details and care that went into fashioning such an intricate work. "This is astonishing, Siegbert. Truly, the work of a Master in the making. Tell your teacher that he has some serious competition coming his way from the Crown Prince himself." Xander praised highly, carefully placing the dagger by belt. "I shall carry it with me always, in the absence of Siegfried. I thank you for such a magnificent present, my Son."

Siegbert felt his eyes burn with tears, so proud to be praised by his Father he almost started bawling his eyes out there and then. He managed to hold it back in, though only for a moment: Xander opened his arms for a hug, immediately shattering all control the poor Crown Prince had mustered.

"Oh, Father!" He sobbed, diving into Xander's chest.

"I am so very proud of you, my Son." He whispered as he enveloped the young boy into his arms, patting his head.

"Me too!" Kana plastered himself beside Siegbert, hugging both father and brother.

"A-ah! Katie too, Katie too!" She squirmed to get out of Kamui's arms so jump into the hug, managing only to hold both Xander and Siegbert's legs.

Her heart warm, Kamui watched the scene with tears in her eyes. It also gave her the time to reach for the box she had placed over her desk just a few steps away. She waited until Siegbert had composed himself and unwillingly stepped away from the hug, though lingering a hand in his Father's arms, to present it to her husband.

Saying nothing, Xander simply smiled as he opened it, though his expression froze once he did: it was a bolo tie with a commissioned brooch in the middle.

It was a highly intricate work: There were a man and a woman in the middle, holding two swords up to the sky; and three children in awe behind them. The story of their lives; the summary of their family, right there, easily placed around his neck whenever he would will it.

Xander fought a large smile, his heart feeling mushy -- his eyes burning. He knew he was getting old if it took a brooch to make him this emotional, but he honestly didn't care.

He took a step to his wife, placing the tie in her soft hands. "Kiss me now, Kamui, lest I start sobbing." He touched his forehead on hers, closing his eyes.

"But the children-" she glanced behind his back to the three pair of eyes who attentively watched them.

"They can mind themselves," he whispered before taking her lips into his, hugging her closer.

"Eeew!" Kana said loudly, covering his face with both hands, though still watching everything from the space between his fingers. Siegbert blushed deeply as he covered Katerina's eyes with both hands, looking away with everything he had.

Kamui gurgled a laugh in the middle of the kiss, opening her mouth to invite her husband in even more.

Hearing their children curiously react to their kiss made Xander's chest feel as though it exploded in emotion -- how could one be oh so happy by simply being with the people he loved? Ah, how blessed his life had been! Truly, loving Kamui had brought him nothing but bliss and happiness, as it would continue to do so, for many birthdays to come.

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peter-pan-on-neverland · 6 years ago

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Midnight Trip: Part 2

Request: I just read Midnight trip, will you make another part😍 like pan or some other boy finds out?

Can you make a second part of Midnight trip?😍

Can you write a Felix x Reader smut where they sneak out at night to meet and do some dirty stuff. how dirty is up to you :)

Pairings: Felix x reader

Warning: no da suggestive but not smut...

< Part 1

Stars twinkled against their black back drop in the sky like thousands of shining lights, the moon casting a twilight glow over the enter island as I made my way back to camp. The boys had long since gone to bed now, leaving the entire camp empty, apart from one other person.

"Ah, I was wondering where you ran off to." I froze in my place as my eyes slide to look at Pan, sitting in a log with a smug smile on his face.

"Um..." I began, tucking a stray hair behind me ear "I went for a walk."

His emerald eyes narrowed down to the size of slits as he looked as me.

"Sure you did" he spoke in a low tone "I'll be keeping an eye on you, lost girl."

His words sent a grim shiver down my spine as he walked off, but his words still stuck with me. What did he even mean by that?

Shrugging it off I began to stumble back to my tent. Slowly I sank down onto the soft mattress, flinging the warm quilt onto my tiny body as I lay there. Staring up at the ceiling, I recalled the events that happened at Dead Mans Peak over and over again in my mind like a broken record, forever stuck on repeat. One question burned bright in my mind while my e/c eyes were permanently glued to the top of the fabric tent: did I want more?

Yes, the lust which clouded behind his icy eyes made my knees weak, but so did his light-hearted smile and his messy blonde hair that aimlessly hung over his face, and the way he always pats me on top of my head and jokes about how small I am, gives me butterfly's.

"I'm going to tell him" I whispered into the night "I'm going to tell him how I really feel."

Those where the last words which left my lips, butterfly's fluttering around in my stomach as I silently waited for morning. Soon the sweet relief of blissful sleep engulf my body as I closed my e/c eyes.

Morning came quicker than I had expected, the early sun hug low in the blue sky, which bathed the camp in a golden glow. The boys lazily milled around camp, gradually trying to wake themselves up for the day of hunting and games they had ahead. Anxious, I let my eyes sweep across the crowd of boys, but there was only one boy that was on my mind right now.

With a kaleidoscope of butterfly's fluttering around in my belly I spotted him, sitting under the shade of a big oak tree on the out skirts of camp, eating a cherry red apple and resting an arm on his bent leg in a relaxed way. Purple and black bags hung under his cold blue eyes, he looked as if he had been up all night.

Gathering up all of the courage I had inside me, I began trudging over to him, focusing my eyes on the ground out of nerves. Stopping just in front of the second in command, his eyes met mine and smirk spread it's way onto his scarred face.

"Y/n" he huskily rasped out in his sexy morning voice.

"Hey" I said nervously.

What was happening to me? Things were never this awkward between me and Felix, not even when I had first arrived on the island or when we started to fool around. I was never self conscious around him but for some reason I was tensing up.

"I-I actually wanted to talk to you" I shyly spoke, bearly audible.

The edges of his pink lips curved up into a smile as he waved his hand, kindly gesturing for me to take a seat next to him.

"Um, somewhere more... private, i-if that's ok with you." I managed to stutter out.

"Sure" he shrugged, standing up, I felt like a mouse compared to him as his tall figure toward over me "follow me."

My feet tried their best to keep up with Felix's quick pace but they were no match for him and his long leg, often having to jog to keep up with him. My boots kicking the dust up into the air behind me as I chased after the lost boy. It felt like we were walking forever, but the dirt path that was lined with green trees came to a sudden stop and before us lay a blue lagoon, stretching around the hills and mountains of the island.

Felix had taken a seat on the dirt around the lagoon which was outlined with pebbles, nodding slightly to the space next to him, I obeyed his silent orders as I snuggly parking myself next to him. Without saying a word he looked up at me, waiting for me to speak.

"W-well um...." I began, the words had somehow gotten stuck in my throat as I now struggled to let any sound fall passed my lips.

"Shhhh" he whispered, placing a soft finger over my mouth, I could feel my cheeks instantly heat up from the lost boys actions, it was a good thing we were sitting down otherwise I would be in the floor around about now.

Leaning in closer he stared at me with hooded eyes "I know exactly what you want" he seductively bit his bottom lip before stealing a kiss. Each second felt like an eternity as his kiss intoxicated me by the minute, clouding my mind with only one thing: Felix.

I couldn't exactly tell you when or how this happened but when I came back to my senses, he was on top of me, looming over me as he disposed of my bra. Rough kisses attacked my neck, softly he sucked and nibbled on that sweet spot which made me moan while my finger tangled themselves into his golden hair.

Throwing his cloak onto the ground he pulled off his shirt revealing his toned chest, now both of us were completely bare he swiftly picked me up into his arms and carried me into to Crystal waters of the lagoon. Soft lips attached themselves to my own as the cold water rushed up my legs, causing goosebumps to spread all over my skin. Felix carried my deeper into the deep pool of water until we were almost completely submerged, holding my tiny frame flush against his warm body. His rough hands glided over the soft skin of my back, giving me a delightful chill before stopping on my ass and squeezing it.

“I’m cold” he whispered into my ear making the hairs on the back of my neck stand tall “Warm me up.”

Grabbing him by the face I smashed my pink lips into his before gently sliding my tongue along his bottom lip. The kiss grew more and more intense by the second as I wrapped my legs around his torso. His hands wondered around my body, gliding over my skin as he felt every nook, his lips molded with mine.

"Felix? Y/n?" A familiar voice echoed.

We froze in place, turning to look at the king of Neverland. A smirk crept it's way into the leader face as he stood on the shores of the bank, arms folded while a playful look clouded behind his green eyes.

"I was looking for you two all over the island, I wondered if you wanted to play a game but it seems you two are making your own fun." The boy cockily grinned while my face flared up.

"We were just.... umm-" Felix stuttered, water droplets sliding down his muscly chest as his wet hair hung over his ice blue eyes.

"No need to explain" Pan smirked, holding his hands up to the sky "you two have fun."

We watched as the leader strutted off back into the forest, jaws slacked open in shock. Beside me I could hear Felix give out a little chuckle as he drew me close to his body once more.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO POST!!! I have been really busy lately and struggling with writers block but thank you all for sticking with me! 😊😍❤ xxxx

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the-static-silence-of-pastels · 6 years ago

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Persephone and Hades AU

All I can say is...I was really bored and it was like 3am. Sue me.

Hades - Roman: Roman has a big dog he named Spot and loves dearly. He’s characterised as being a very angry person, but in truth, he’s just upset he doesn’t get to leave the Underworld much. He throws a lot of parties for the denizens of the Underworld and often finds himself bored stupid by them. He just wants to find love, live his life out with his three-headed dog, and not be so bored all the time.

Persephone - Logan: he wanted to be like Athena but was cast into the role as a minor deity of grain and vegetation. He’s so salty about it, but even more so knowing it was his father’s idea he takes up the mantle of being the god of such things. He doesn’t hate Patton for making him a minor deity, but he wishes he were meant for something greater than grain.

Demeter - Patton: the god of the harvest, sacred law and the cycle of life and death. He had a large fight with Roman many years ago and doesn’t really speak about him all that much. Very protective of Logan because he’s the only son Patton has ever had and he had to steal him away when his one night stand with the all-powerful Joan — god-x of thunder and the two major celestial bodies, and high ruler of all gods, goddesses, god-xs — ended with the next in line — god-x Talyn, second most high ruler and controller of lightning and the stars — found out, impeaching on their right as next in line to rule. (They were really not happy, but Patton hid Logan away and gave him a very non-threatening deific power, so now Talyn doesn’t think Logan is a threat anymore.)

Thanatos - Virgil: He hates his job, so much. He has to listen to Roman whine about not seeing the sun and the plants and other people, and he has to actually work. People hate him, which gives him a lot of anxiety over other people and his own qualifications, but Roman’s pretty cool when he’s not whining and lets Virgil play with his three-headed puppy.

This is the 3am summary, and the part below is a better summary where I wasn’t so sleep deprived.

So; Roman is finally able to sneak away for a day and sees Logan, just working with some flowers. He’s like “ey, yo, what up cute as heck peasant mortal bitch”, and Logan’s like da fuq, and walks away so Roman gives chase and tries to woo him with flowers but they all die in his hands, so Logan revives them and Roman’s all like “wait, what?”, and Logan’s like “you know who I am right?”, and Roman’s like “no, who?”, and Logan’s like “god of the harvest, pretty minor and all”, and Roman’s stoked because he’s not mortal and he can come back to the underworld with him. Long story short Roman takes Logan, they get acquainted, they comes back, everything is dying because Patton’s worried about his son, Virgil’s like “dude told you so”, and then Logan marries Roman because that’s how things go.

Okay, better story now I’m free:

Roman, being Roman, is not totally a fan of being the god of the Underworld. Call him picky or a brat, but after a thousand years of trying to find some enjoyment in the task he’s got little to nothing to show for it except for a rocky friendship/rivalship with the god of death, Virgil.

After witnessing a few couples, one too many family reunions, and a multitude of other cutesy-lovey-dovey moments, Roman takes a break and heads to earth for a little RnR away from the Underworld, Virgil agreeing to keep an eye on his kingdom so long as Roman gives him the same amount of time off later on. So Roman heads to earth and as soon as his miasmic cloud pools up from the ground and he takes a look around he sees beauty.

The world is full of flowers as far as the eye can see, tiny pink buds and large yellow buds, all flowering under a gorgeous blue sky with barely any clouds. It’s nothing short of stunning, even if his miasmic clouds are killing off the flowers under his feet. So he walks on and after making his way over a hill he sees a man, sitting on the ground and picking up flowers to work with something in his lap. From the back, the man is just as stunning as his surroundings, but that gets Roman thinking about his mortality. If he brought the man back to the Underworld he’d die without ambrosia, and Roman isn’t the one with ready access to the stuff, unlike Joan and their many friends on the Mountain.

But that’s a risk he’s willing to take, so he approaches, pushing his miasma away and straightening the crown of thorns and bones on his head whilst patting down his clothes to appear more appealing. Then he coughs, speaks up in a way he hopes the mortals speak, and is floored when the man turns his head and the sun catches his eyes. His hand is still up a little, body draped in somewhat dark clothing, eyes covered by what appears to be two small pieces of the ocean — clear as crystal and water but not moving — and held in place by what looks like golden thread. His hands are holding a crown made up of flowers, perfectly woven together in an intricate braid that makes Roman want to learn about it even more.

The man stands up and, boy, he’s just a hand shy of Roman’s height which endears him even more to the god of the underworld. And Roman’s a big gay mess because this guy is just so cute with his crown of flowers and perfectly fitted chiton that’s maybe a touch too big in all the right places and dwarfs him just a little. So he asks for a name and gets Logan in return, before declaring himself Roman. Logan just blinks, says okay and starts walking away from Roman who quickly follows after him, trying to regain his attention. He trips and this is when Logan finally notices him, going to take his hand to help him up even though he can plainly see the way the flowers and grass have wilted under his touch. Roman freezes for a second, not sure how to handle this before he feels warmth around his hand and Logan is pulling him up.

At first, Roman thinks Logan might just be a strong mortal, maybe descended from a demi-god or finally someone who Roman’s powers refuse to work on. So he’s in near tears with joy because this guy is cute, doesn’t care about his status as a god of the Underworld, isn’t scared of him, and can touch him without being drained of his life-force, a really sweet all in one package that — if Roman weren’t a god — Roman would have been certain were made just for him by the gods. Then he takes Logan’s other hand and notices that the flowers of his crown are wilting quickly so he pulls away and apologises rapidly before Logan hushes him and waves a hand over the crown, the flowers pulling up and becoming life filled once more. Now Roman is intrigued, far more than a simple mortal human then, so a demi-god maybe with those powers. So he asks and Logan answers back that he isn’t a demigod just a minor deity with powers similar to his parent's powers. So Roman asks who his parents are and Logan responds that he’s the spawn of Joan — almighty deity that they are — and Patton — god of the harvest, the cycle of life and death, and the fertility of the earth — and yeah Roman is kinda floored because he never even knew Patton had a son.

So they slowly bond a little, Roman telling Logan about his role as the god of the underworld as Logan adorns himself with the crown he’s made and don’t they look a couple — a crown of thorns and bones next to one of fresh flowers - magical. And eventually it comes down to them finally resolving to tell Logan’s father about them, and Patton takes it as well as an overprotective father can take anything.

Roman rescues Logan from the Mountain and they run away back to the underworld to talk things out and come to the decision that if Logan eats something of the dead he becomes a thing of the dead — Roman isn’t too into it since it’s permanently altering Logan and he doesn’t want to hurt his sweet summer boy, but Logan’s all for it and so, after asking Virgil many times, Virgil caves and hands over a pomegranate for Logan to eat, warning them of the effects it could have.

Logan eats it, becomes ill, and Roman takes him back to Patton to plead for Patton to help them. Patton agrees upon the condition that Roman treat his son well and resurrects Logan. From then on Logan is the co-king of the Underworld and takes a break off for six months every year to see Patton and keep the seasons in a steady, mellow warm state before returning and sending the world into winter and autumn. And maybe Roman spices up the decor a little to keep Logan happy. Adding flowers and lilies around his kingdom and domain for Logan to preen over and dote on — as stoic as he is with other people and gods he does treasure plant life.

Then the other gods find out, and both Talyn and Joan and nothing short of enraged. Yes they both like Roman, at least a little, but Logan and Roman being together is too much for them so they send Thomas — the god of the roads, travellers, trickery, commerce, sports, trade, and heraldry (among other things) — to tell Roman and Logan they’d better split up and that Logan is hereby ordered to return to earth. It doesn’t work, they go to war with Virgil, Roman, Logan and Patton over it and finally Roman almost dies but Logan uses the life forces of some of his flowers to keep Roman from dying at the cost of his own life force being drained away a little to keep the flowers alive — so basically he gives his life force to Roman but a lot less than he would have if he hadn’t used the flowers kind of like a coin going into a bank and gaining interest over time before being taken out.

Roman exchanges the dark and dreary vibes for something a little lighter, Logan decides to keep up with his usual vibes, Virgil complains that the Underworld should be dark and scary, and Patton just keeps putting plants all over the place to drive Virgil insane (not really, he thinks he’s too cute to actually drive the god of death insane, but it’s funny to see him so up in arms about the Underworld turning into earth with all the new additions)

Roman, Patton and Virgil’s entire deal with Logan pretty much boils down to “touch my sweet spring husband/child/boss and you die”, Logan’s his own fair share of protective but to less of an extent with the others around, alone he cracking knuckles over anyone who so much as says Roman is a terrible god or Virgil is scary or Patton’s too emotional for his own good, he takes no shit from no one and that includes Joan and Talyn — they are scared, help them.

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a-butterfly-on-his-tummy · 7 years ago

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Day 11: Christmas Eve

“Baby Effan!” Grace is laying on her tummy propping her head up on her hands. “I gonna getcha.” Grace walks her fingers over to tickle her baby brother’s tummy. Nine-month-old Ethan giggles, clapping his hands with joy as his sister plays with him. “Mumma, baby Effan loves me.”

“Ethan does love his sissy.” You bend over, kissing his soft baby head, running your fingers through the small nest of brown curls on the nape of his neck.

“Butterfly much?” Grace smiles at her brother.

“Butterfly much and beyond.” You spread your sons tiny arms out wide to show Grace how much he loves her. Grace looks up as her father walks into the front room.

“Hi daddy!” Grace says, kicking her legs so her heels hit her bum.

“Hey chicken little.” Harry plops down on the floor next to you. “Ethan, daddy wants yeh.” He holds out his hands for you to hand the baby over. Picking up the chunky boy, you pass over Ethan to Harry. “There’s my hunk of burnin’ love.” Harry kisses Ethan’s cheeks causing him to giggle.

“Da-da.” Ethan coos, patting Harry’s cheek in the process.

“Eth-an!” Harry says back in a high-pitched voice.

“Who is ready to open their Christmas Eve package?” You ask wrapping your arms around your knees.

“Me! Me! Me!” Grace pushes her body off the cream carpet, jumping up and down with excitement. Harry lifts up Ethan’s tiny hand, bending over behind his head to say in a falsetto, “Oh oh! Me too! Me too!!”

“Alright Gracie girl, wanna help mumma find the packages?” You giggle, shaking your head at your dorky husband. Crawling on your hands and knees you make your way over to the Christmas tree, Grace plopping down right next to you.

“Find my name?” Grace asks as she picks up the present wrapped in gold wrapping paper and a red bow. Flipping the tag over she looks at the name. “Dat not my name, mum!” She sets the gift on the tree skirt under the tree.

“We are looking for two presents. One that says Grace and one that says Ethan. They will have a two four on them.” You explain, taking a glance at Harry who keeps trapping his son in his arms as Ethan tries his hardest to crawl away. Ethan is filling the room with his giggles, causing you to smile.

You and Grace search through the majority of the gifts before you find the gifts labeled

‘Open 24th of December’

Picking up the packages, you hand Grace one and walk the other to Harry and Ethan.

“Dat my name daddy! See dat my name!” Grace runs the gift over to her father so he can see her name printed on the brown tag.

“That is your name, Gracie bug.” Harry sets Ethan’s gift to the side of his thigh; spreading his legs, he places the baby boy in between plopping him down on his bum. “Grace my love, do yeh want to go first? Show our little stud how it’s done.” Your heart smiles at the nickname Harry has given Ethan.

“O-tay daddy!” Grace places the gift in her lap, her legs crossed out in front of her. Taking the red bow in her hand, she pulls slightly, untying the ribbon. With the ribbon off the package, she begins to gracefully take off the gold wrapping. The box is exposed; Grace lifts off the lid revealing a new stuffed toy with a brown tag attached to its arm.

“Awww! I love her!” Grace picks up the stuffed hippo that is wearing a ballerina tutu, hugging the stuffed animal to her chest she squeezes her, rocking back and forth. Looking at the brown tag that is attached to the Hippo’s wrist. “Mumma, what it say?” Grace scoots close to her mum, handing over the stuffed animal so you can read what the brown tag says.

“This is Hallie the Hippo.” You read from the tag. “Please take care of me.” Removing the tag from the hippo’s arm, you hand the grey animal back to Grace.

“Hi Hawie!” Grace cradles the Hippo in her arms like a baby, rocking the ballerina back and forth. “Tank you!!” Grace says with a smile.

“Hallie is gonna love all her friends upstairs. We may have to have a tea party soon.” Harry says to Grace, who nods in agreement. “Alright Stud, it’s your turn.” Harry adjusts Ethan to the middle of his legs; picking up the gift, he sets it in front of Ethan.

“Open it Effan.” Grace says, bouncing on her knees, excited to see what Christmas tradition animal her brother is receiving.

Ethan hits the package like a drum with his hands. Looking around at his family, he is uninterested and unaware of what to do with the gold covered box.

“Harry, help Eth tear the paper, I don’t think he knows what to do.” You prompt your husband.

“Look Stud.” Harry removes the ribbon, tearing the side of the paper.

“Oh oh!’ Ethan says, drool dripping off his lip as he coos at his mum. “Mum-ma.”

“Open it the present, bud. You can do it!” You encourage.

“Tug right here; I promise it’s fun.” Harry takes Ethan’s hand, helping him tear the wrapping on the box. Ethan is unamused as he tries to crawl after the box that is left over from Grace’s gift.

“I open it for Effan?” Grace smirks at her parents.

“Let’s try once more.” Harry grabs Ethan around his chubby center, pulling him back to the gift. Harry helps the baby boy open the gift, peeling back the wrapping to reveal a brown box. “Look at this Stud!” Harry opens the lid of the box, gasping with excitement when he sees a yellow lion nestled in the bottom of the box.

“His name is Leo. Leo the lion!” Harry reads from the tag that is attached to the lion’s paw. Ethan reaches forward, grabbing at the lion’s eyes.

“He so cute daddy!”Grace’s voice shakes with excitement. “I know a song about Leo!”

“Do yeh?” Harry looks down at Ethan who has now moved on from the lion to the brown box that has his full attention.

“Let’s hear it.” You encourage.

“Leo da lion is da king of da jungle and I love ta hear him roar… ROAR!!!” Grace says, roaring loud enough that it causes Ethan to jump in surprise. “Effan, daddy has a lion too!”

“That’s right. I do have a lion. Right ‘ere.” Harry pats his tiger tattoo that is on his thigh. “ROAR!” Harry laughs at his daughter who has such a sense of awareness. “If Ethan doesn’t want Leo, maybe I’ll keep him for meself.”

“Harry, you can’t keep the lion.” You snatch the lion out of his hands, chuckling at Harry who seems to be a lot more interested in the stuffed animal than the intended receiver of the gift.

“What do yeh say Grace, should we set out some mince pies for Father Christmas?” Harry asks his daughter. “We gotta get into bed, I think he is going to be here soon.” Grace’s eyes expand to the size of golfballs at the thought of Father Christmas arriving with loads of gifts.

“Gotta hurry, daddy!” Grace tucks Hallie under her arm as she bolts to the kitchen to help her father prepare a snack for St. Nick.

Harry enters the kitchen, walking over to the china cabinet. He pulls out the special Christmas plate and sets it on the counter.

“Two pies?” Grace asks her father.

“I think two is a perfect number.” Harry says, watching Grace pick the best looking pies in the bunch. She places them on the special christmas plate, adjusting them until they are just right. Harry walks over to the refrigerator, pulling open the door.

“We need carrots for the reindeer.” Harry says with a smile, pulling out three carrots, taking them to the sink to make sure they are washed. “Gotta make sure they are safe.” Harry says with a smirk.

“Tank you!” Grace says as her father hands her the carrots for Santa’s animals. Harry reaches into the cupboard, pulling out a sherry glass to pour a small amount of sherry into.

“Lets go! Carrots or pies?” Harry asks Grace.

“Pies! I be careful.” Grace says, lifting the plate off the counter; walking slowly, and with tender steps, Grace takes the plate into the kitchen. Harry follows behind with the carrots and sherry in hand.

“Stud, dis is for Faver Chris-mas o-tay? Not babies!’ Grace explains to her little brother with a hint of sass. She sets the plate on the coffee table, adjusting it to her liking. Harry sets the sherry glass by the plate, laying the carrots alongside the plate as well.

“Alright Bug! Should we get to bed? Father Christmas is on his way!” Harry says with excitement.

“Yes!!! Come on Effan!’ Grace walks over to her brother, attempting to pick him up into her arms. “Daddy?” Grace pauses, looking over at her father.

“Yes, my love?” Harry responds.

“If you see Faver Chris-mas.” Grace’s eyes are sincere and pure. “Tell him I love him pwease!” Harry’s heart smiles as his adorable daughter expresses thoughts from her sweet little heart.

“Of course. I’ll pass along the message! Harry says. “Now let’s get to bed so we can open gifts in the morning!” Harry picks both children up in his arms as they giggle and scream all the way up the stairs. You and Harry read a Christmas story and tuck the littles into their beds so they can bring in the Christmas Day with sugarplums dancing in their heads.

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