#tiny little pat on the head for da king

[velvetcoves]

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 :)

[voltage-vixen]

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.

[hxney-lemcn]

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.

[mrneighbourlove]

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​

[doctorgerth]

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.

[writer-and-artist27]

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.

[coffeebruha]

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.

[miafic]

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.

---

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. 

[malumsmermaid]

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]

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.

---

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]

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.

[peter-pan-on-neverland]

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

@britishfangirl

[the-static-silence-of-pastels]

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.

[littlemessyjessi]

Dwarven Desire: Chapter One: Dragon Queen

Many, many years ago a little dwarfling with hair as dark as the dark obsidian and eyes like bright sapphires sat in his mother's lap.

Those blue eyes were wide and full of wonder as he stared at Princess Dara.

“Mummy, would you tell me a story?” the dwarfling asked.

Dara had smiled and ticked the edges of his face where his sideburns were.

He was so young that his prized Dwarven beard had not yet begun to grow.

The little dwarfling giggled and Princess Dara smiled at her son, “Who does mummy love , Thorin?” she asked him.

“Me!” the little dwarfling cheered.

Princess Dara laughed and gathered the little dwarfling in her arms for a hug, “Alright, Thorin. Go and get us a book.”

Little Thorin raced away to the other side of the room to fetch a book for his mother to read him when his father came in.

Prince Thrain loved his son but he had never been very accustomed to children.

Thorin turned his big blue eyes on his father, “Da!”

Thrain patted Thorin’s head but said nothing else and went about his business.

Thorin, who was quite used to this turned to the bookshelf, to retrieve a book.

“Mummy, can we read about dragons?” the dwarfling asked.

“If you wish.” Princess Dara replied but Thrain snorted.

“Dragons.” he scoffed. “Why would you want to read to him about those slithering serpents? Disgusting, awful, selfish creatures…”

Princess Dara watched with a frown as Thrain left the room to go about his business.

Little Thorin looked to his mother expectantly as she rose from her chair and crossed the room to him.

“Not all dragons are bad, Thorin.” she said and he watched her slender fingers pulled a new book from the shelf.

“They’re not?” he asked following her back to the chair before immediately climbing into her lap.

“No.” she said flipping through the pages of the book until she found the story she wanted.

Little Thorin gasped and his tiny hands splayed out across the book in surprise.

“A girl dragon!” he said. “Mummy! A girl dragon!”

“Yes, Thorin. Isn’t she pretty?” Princess Dara asked.

“Very, very pretty, mommy.” he said examining this dragon.

She was beautiful with all different colors and sparkling gold eyes.

“Would you like to hear about her?” Princess Dara asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, mummy. Please. I would.” Thorin said trying his very best to be polite and still.

“There once was a dragon.” Princess Dara began, “Fierce and beautiful, she was.

She lived deep in the jungles of the elves from the far, far east.

She was worshipped as their fire goddess who warmed them at night and protected them instead of using her fire to burn them like other dragons did.

The great Jezguli, fire drake of the east.

Her beauty was unrivaled.

Her scales glittered upon her great body in thousands of different colors….like gems and jewels winking in the light.

Her eyes were great amber orbs brighter and more beautiful than all the gold in the world.

The people loved her.

They adored her and forged great pieces of jewelry for her to wear as a symbol of their respect.

News spread of the generous and kind fire drake.

Most believed it to be myth.

But then something great and terrible came.

Smaug.

A terribly awful red dragon.

Possessive and evil he was.

He flew into the jungles and to the top of a mountain before he opened his terrible jaws and let loose a horrible fire.

The mountain ignited and angry red flowing fire oozed from it engulfing the village.

Jezguli was heartbroken and furious.

How dare he hurt her people!

She attacked the red dragon who laughed.

“They are only elves.” he had said. “Why do you care? They do not deserve your beauty. I know how to treat treasure. Let them burn.”

But Jezguli was not like Smaug and she wept for her people.

She fought Smaug until he fled.

As she heard her people’s screams she could not bare it anymore.

So she flew into the mountain and sacrificed herself to stop the burning.

A great and powerful flash was seen in the sky and the eruption stopped.

The mountain hardened again but the deep red still flowed beneath the ground heating it and the water so that her children would still be warm at night.

Homage was paid to her once every month for many years.

Soon it became tradition.

Tradition became legend.

Legend became myth.

But she was never forgotten.

The people say that sometimes they see a lone dark elf deep within the jungles riding a mighty black cat as large as a horse.

With bow on her back, whip by her side and dagger in her hand she guards the people.

Some say it is Jezguli reincarnated to seek her revenge on Smaug.

Some say she is just a bedtime story.

What do you believe, Thorin?”

Thorin’s blue eyes were as wide as plates as he looked at the rainbow dragon in the book and then at the dark elf riding a large black cat.

“I think she still lives.” Thorin said. “Right, mommy?”

Princess Dara smiled at her son, “I don’t know, Thorin, but someday you’ll be big and strong and I’m sure very adventurous. You might meet her one day.”

“Yes, mommy.” he said looking back to pages. “Could I have this book? I want to put it by my bed. Jezguli is very pretty. I want to look at her.”

Princess Dara smiled and picked up Thorin and carried him to his room.

She opened the book back up to the correct pages and placed it on the table beside Thorin’s bed.

The dwarfling ran his little fingers over the pages.

“Mommy?”

Princess Dara looked down at her son.

“I like treasure too.” he said. “Do you think Jezguli would marry me one day?”

Princess Dara’s eyebrows shot up.

She had not expected that.

“Perhaps she might, Thorin.” she said. “If your heart is true enough.”

Little Thorin gave a determined nod that made his mother smirk just a little bit.

“I could braid her hair and put beads in it. We could ride her kitty cat through the jungle and shoot arrows together, mommy. Don’t you think she would be a pretty princess?” Thorin asked tiredly nodding.

Princess Dara smiled and almost laughed a little a her son’s obvious crush.

“That sounds nice, Thorin. Perhaps one day you’ll bring her to Erebor and she’ll be your Queen.” Princess Dara said.

“Yeah.” sighed a sleepy little Thorin. “I’ll be King Thorin and she’ll be Queen Jezguli. Dragon Queen.”

Thorin’s blue eyes closed and his breathing deepened and when Princess Dara knew he was asleep she let herself out of his room with a chuckle.

Thorin had the wildest ideas sometimes but she treasured those moments for he was still young and pure.

He had not learned the ways of the world to taint his heart.

He still believed in everyone and she hoped that at least part of that would always stay with him.

Next Chapter!

Hey, smooochies! I hope you enjoy the revamp of one of my favorite old stories!! I'm so excited to bring Jezguli onto Tumblr since she is so close to my heart!  Be on the lookout for more because I'm redoing several chapters with big plans for the future ones! Eeek! I'm so excited!  If you liked this please tell me in the comments! Happy Reading!!

[a-butterfly-on-his-tummy]

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.

A/N: Thank you @whoopsharrystyles for inspiring me and encouraging me to become a better writer. Check out The Adventures of Harry and Grace Masterlist and Wattpad Page! Thank you for Reading, liking, reblogging and recommending. I hope everyone has a safe Christmas Eve!! Love you all! 

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Always and Forever- Chapter 1

Jungkook x Reader ( Mayze) warlock x vampire AU

genre: Angst x Fluff x Smut

Preview / Chapter 2

March 12th 1830

Namjoon ran through the dark forest holding a precious girl ,wrapped up in a blanket, in his arms. He held her so tight pressed against his chest that Jin was afraid he might break her. The witches came and killed the girl’s mother because of Namjoon. He felt like the tiny girl will hate him forever for that, but he was not afraid of anything, as long as his little girl was safe. He wouldn’t change a thing because in the end he still had the most precious treasure, her, Mayze. His deepest fear was not that he was inadequate for fatherhood. His deepest fear is that he was powerful beyond measure when it came to her and he would do anything to see her happy. It was his light, not his darkness that most frightened him. She was his life and only she got the power to destroy him and so he ask himself if he was able to protect her innocence as long as possible. She was conceived on a red moon night when magic is so strong it could give life to anything a witch desires. And so her mother was able to break into the ancient book that contained all the spells and she ripped only a page that was going to make a vampire able to procreate. She helped him and magic was indeed born nine months later. The child remained in the small village with her mom while Namjoon was watching them protectively from afar, only visiting them once in a while bringing the child gifts from all over the world.

The child lived a quiet life in the small town. She was going to school and was playing with her friends believing that her father was an artist that was traveling across the earth to play music to the most powerful kings and queens. Until she came ,he was a reckless vampire ,thirsty for blood and with an empty heart.

 July 18th 1833

"Jimin-ah come here. The tree is so tall, I can see the entire city from up here" Mayze called for her little brother.

"Dad is going to be mad if you fall from there. Come down here" He called holding his hands around his mouth.

"You are a scaredy cat" She replied back singing the words. Jimin dropped his fists next to his body angry that his sister was going to get them in trouble. He came closer and grabbed a branch proceeding to climb up. When Jimin got closer to her she held her hand out for him to take, helping him next to her. They were the same height even if she was born first. When he was seven he got to meet his older sister. When Namjoon brought her she was so small, afraid and different. Her hazel eyes, her blonde hair, her white skin, it startled him at first but then all he wanted to do was protect her.

"You know it's unladylike like to do such boyish acts" They were both startled by Namjoon's voice as he was resting his back against the tree. "Seokjin made lunch. You better hurry if you like a hot meal" He then disappeared into the house.

"Can I sleep with you?" She stood by Namjoon’s bed waking him up by shaking his body with her small hand. He stirred in his sleep, his eyes shooting open finally setting them on the figure of his daughter that was clenching his shirt. "Sure baby" He moved closer to Seokjin and placed his arms on her waist raising her body on the air before gently placing her on the bed, under the covers. "I dreamed of the bad guys again" She whispered and nuzzled her head against Namjoon's chest. His arms were wrapped protectively around her small, frail body. "Don't worry princess they are long gone" Seokjin said, starling both Namjoon and Mayze. Ten seconds later little Jimin opened the door and walked towards the bed." I want to sleep here too" He whispered rubbing his eyes. "In the middle. The kids in the middle" Said Seokjin making Jimin crawl on top of Namjoon and then next to Seokjin. He grabbed his sister's hand and kissed it. " Don't worry. I will protect you. Hearing his words the two parents smiled as their hearts were filled with love and adoration for the bond that formed between the two little souls.

 August 20th 1834

"How did you meet Jin-appa" Jimin asked curiosity playing in his eyes as he was holding Namjoon's finger and walking back home. He took the little male on a walk through the woods in search of wild fruits.

"I met him before you were born. It was a really really cold night and I was returning from an expedition in the far lands of England. He was in front of a house on fire holding you in his arms. He was so burnt but he still refused to put the baby you down." Namjoon stopped and squatted in front of Jimin. His big arms were holding the little male's elbows. "I approached your father but he was so scared that he wouldn't let me help him. He was dying, I could see his life floating away through his eyes but he was fighting for you. I gave him to drink my blood and I took you both to my house." Namjoon wiped the tears that were running down Jimin's chubby cheeks and pulled his little body in his arms, against his chest, slowly patting his back. "How was my mommy?" The question startled Namjoon that was watching in distance with widened eyes. "That's a story that papa is going to tell you okay?" He stood up still holding Jimin and sprinted home.

"I love you Namjoon-appa"

"I love you too little man"

March 10th 1835

"Happy birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you!" Namjoon and Seokjin sang as the kids were waiting patiently in front of the baked pink and blue cakes that Seokjin kindly offered to make. It was their 10th and 12th  spring. The flowers were bloomed and the bees already invaded the big garden that was extended on 3 yards of land. This wasn't the day they were born but the day they choose to celebrate another chapter in the book filled with their memories from the year that passed. Spring suited them so well. The nature was coming back to life, fighting the horrors of the winter. It was a reminder that no matter how much evil is in this world there was still light and nothing can harm you as long as you have family. Always and forever. It was a promise they made and they were going to fulfill.

Jimin gave Mayze a small box wrapped in a silk hand-chief. Inside was a doll with red hair made of cloth. "Daddy helped me sew it because I am not allowed with sharp objects" Mayze took the doll and hugged it close to her chest. It was a very precious toy that she was going to keep forever.

"I have something for you too" She handed him a wooden box that she could barely hold. He opened it and took out from there a horse and 3 soldiers made of clay. She carefully spend the past month trying to make them look as realistic as possible. She even painted them brown,red and black. "I love them. This is amazing" He started jumping up and down next to the table. This was a night they were not going to forget.

March 10th 2009

He lit the incense and candles and placed them on his altar. Passed the sachet through the incense smoke and put it on one side, next to the body. The brunt scent invaded the room and it was making breathing difficult.

Jungkook dipped the knife in the blood then sliced the heart right in the middle. The blood dripping from the heart was mixing with the one in his bowl. He dipped the tip of his fingers in the bowl and wiped them in strange shapes along the man's body while repeating " Three times three, Now set me free.Free me from my dark despair. Uncross! Uncross! I break this curse. But let not my simple spell reverse I wish no ill, nor wish him pain I wish only to be free again." The man opened his eyes and stood up from the table. Jungkook just performed an exorcism spell on the mayor of the city freeing him from the dark demon that was controlling his body, making him kill almost half of the city.

"You've got really great powers there little boy." The mother said to her 12 years old son. Jungkook smiled and took a towel to clean the mess from his hands. "I want to be the greatest warlock that ever lived on Earth." He confessed his goal to the women.

"And you will be my dear."

 September 2nd 2010

As he was walking back from the woods with his backpack full of plants and rocks he felt like he was followed. He turned around but none was there. Jungkook stopped and let out a piercing scream, releasing a great power that sent the vampire that was behind him flying away, impaling him on a branch. There was nothing that was scaring him ,the vampires always came but not even one got the privilege to touch him. He arrived home but the door was ripped off. He threw his backpack and ran inside. The scene in front of him was going to mark him for the eternity. Three wolves pulling his mother apart. Instead of crying like a normal child at his age would, he raised his arms above his back and closed his eyes whispering "Ventum veni, da mihi potestatem. Perdere omnia." A strong wind formed, flying the wolves away in their human form with deep cuts across their bodies. Jungkook walked closer to her and caressed her bloody face that was unrecognizable . His mother was holding tightly in her palm a bracelet that he took and placed it in his pocket. He needed to consecrate her so her power will go to the ancestors. A little boy was arranging the funeral of his mother.

May 14th 2016

Namjoon looked at Mayze with cold eyes. His fist was clenching tighter and tighter seeing the rebellious attitude of his daughter. She looked at him still trying to look confident despite the fear that was sending chills down her spine. She loved him but now she was wondering if he loved her. Her own father trapped her into a marriage she did not want. Hoseok was a real gentleman and he loved her despite being rejected several times. He could wait for her because true love can't rush in, and her was someone Hoseok wanted to hold forever.

"Why are you looking at me like that, father?" She asked leaning more comfortable in the big chair across the fireplace.

"You are disrespecting your husband." Namjoon motioned towards Hoseeok that was busy putting more wood on the fire. The smell of brunt wood was invading the big open living-room.

"And you are disrespecting me" She fired back. "I would not be able to look at him and not remember that it was your choice. You could have at least compelled me" She was talking calmly trying to hit the nail and make her father angry.

Seeing that her father wasn’t going to reply to her,suddenly she stood up, turned around and walked out the door. Hoseok  stood up as well and followed her out the doors.

"Don't follow me!" She yelled hearing his steps close behind.

"Hey! Give me a second. Please, let me tell you how I feel" He grabbed her elbow to stop her ,turning her around to face him. His hands were placed securely on her lower back forcing her to stay pressed against his chest.

"Talk..." She shuttered unable to look at him in the eyes.

"I don't want to hurt you okay? I just want you to understand that I really want to have a family with you. I was also left heartbroken by someone. I had her in my mind for centuries and then I saw you. You took my breath away. I have never seen someone so beautiful. Your eyes hide such sadness that I want to erase and replace it with joy. I want your cheeks to hurt from smiling. The witch made the bond marriage but it's us that will make this least forever. "

Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult. The world changes but we are not. We just try to keep up with it, to survive to get used to every new thing. How long does that take? What if the world changes everyday? We get trapped in the new universe and in our run to accumulate information, we lose ourselves. We should just pick up from the world what suits us. So we don't have to change everyday. She saw kings raise and fall, she saw people have power then being consumed by it. Now she was wondering if all this is worth it without love? Is it worth living an eternity playing pretend with someone your father decided to bond you with? She was torn between being the perfect daughter and having what she always craved for, love, love, love. She had so much love to give and it was making new cracks on her heart everyday. What if she could love Hoseok? But what if she couldn't?

June 17th 2017

"Kookie" Taehyung called the younger male that was slowly walking on the side of the road. "I need more daylight rings" He said and grabbed Jungkook's shoulders to stop him.

"How many?" Jungkook asked slowly raising and eyebrow, intrigued by the older male's request.

"About 50 or more." Taehyung saw the shock on Jungkook face and felt the need to explain. "I need an army.I need power to control the city."

"Do you realize how many stones you need? " Jungkook pushed past Taehyung and started walking towards the city.

"I do and I have them. And as for power you can chanel someone really powerful." Taehyung said appearing again in front of Jungkook.

"Like whom?"

"Namjoon"

Hearing the name, a smile creeped its way on Jungkook's face. "I actually wanted to go and make an alliance with him. We have a deal."

"I will send someone to bring you the money and the stones" Taehyung called after his friend that was moving further and further away, towards New Orleans"

July 28th 2017

"We have a dinner tonight" announced Seokjin earning the attention of everyone in the room. "We always have dinner like at night, that's when we eat dinner." Hoseok replied making Mayze laugh.

"Well we have a more special dinner. There is a new warlock in town and we'd like to keep him on our side." Namjoon completed what Seokjin just said.

"Is it safe to bring Hana?" Jimin asked being concerned about his daughter's safety.

"I can stay at home with her. I am not in mood for family quality time" Yoongi offered. Him and Namjoon never really got along. Maybe it was because all he cared about was Hana and Jimin and Namjoon was always a control freak. He remembered well how he laughed when they expressed their desire to adopt a human child. He was against it at the beginning but seeing how bubbly and adorable Hana was he gave in the role of grandfather, always spoiling the little girl with everything she desires and her parents were not going to give it to her.

"Okay so it's set. We will actually need to cook. He is human." Seokjin walked happily towards the kitchen followed by Mayze and Jimin. “ Actually he is a witch that eats human food” said Jimin. “You make it sound like <he is a cat that eats dog food>” Mayze mocked Jimin, earning a slap on the arm with a spatula. “ Seokjin! Jimin is hitting me with your new spatula” Mayze called for her father in a fake crying voice.

As they were waiting for their guest the large dinning room was filled with a calm melody from the grand piano placed in the corner of the room. The whole house was decorated in rococo style. Every piece of furniture being white and gold. Everything was spotless no dust no blood spots on the floor from the natural lunch Namjoon delighted himself with. Suddenly the three meters doors were opened against the wall and a black shadow made its way inside. The stranger took off his hood and smiled at  everyone that was eyeing him from head to toe. 

“I was born on the night of Samhain, with both dark and white magic inside me. I am the new warlock in the quarter and I may be your ally and your friend in the darkest hour and offer you my powers to protect your loved ones” Jungkook said walking closer towards the table.