#vivinu

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Knight and Princess Short Story

THIS IS AN 18+ POST ABOUT LESBIANS, MEN AND MINORS DO NOT INTERECT

(Background information)

Tonight is the decennial gala that the royal family of Dorenphrectus (door-en-frek-tus) hosts. Our two main characters Esmia (es-me-uh) Wavertaf (the princess) and Vivinius (Viv-in-ee-us) Marrowind (a royal knight) meet for the first time in 10 years. They used to be childhood friends, but drifted apart when they started to be swamped with near endless training. The royal family have draconic powers that need to be honed at a young age to ensure that they are able to master their abilities when it is their time to reign. Vivinius is a successor of a knight in the royal guard so her training started quite early as well. They both started their training around the same age, Esmia was 12 and Vivinius was 13. In present day at the decennial gala, it is Vivinus' first time on duty, and it is Esmia's first time not being cooped up in her quarters since she started her training 10 years ago.

Part 1

Vivinius sits in the noisy food hall with her comrades. The dining hall is made nearly entirely of wood. Both the floor and the walls were constructed from a native tree in Dorenphrectus. It yields the richest and strongest wood in the world. A mural of an ancient war is displayed above the mantel of a grand fireplace which heated the room during the toughest of winters. It was constructed of stone with specks of silver throughout it, which was gifted from the Axenza Republic when they allied with Dorephrectus many years ago. Now they are sworn enemies. Multiple candle chandeliers hung from the ceiling. They were made of ivory, each one adorned with eight large candles. There is several windows placed evenly from one another on opposite sides of the room. The evening sun casts beams of light through them. Each passing minute, the light begins to vanish more; reminding Vivinus the time of the gala is almost upon them.

The knights surrounding Vivinius roared with laughter and excitement. They could hardly contain their eagerness for the decennial gala. Although, many of them have already experienced royal gatherings, this one was especially important. The Princess, Esmia Wavertaf would be there. She had never been to gala until today. The royal guard and the citizens of Dorenphrectus were ecstatic to finally see the princess after 10 years. They want to see how the next heir of their kingdom has matured since the royal family start the gradual transformation into a bipedal dragon at the age of thirteen. She would certainly have some draconic features by now. Her appearance was the most exciting detail for them.

Vivinius could feel nervousness gnawing at her stomach already. She rested her chin on the palm of her hand. Her weight rested on her elbow. Vivinius prodded at the remaining food on her plate restlessly. She hadn't seen the princess since they were children. Questions buzzed noisily in her head. "What am I going to even say to her? Would she even recognize me? What if I make a fool of myself in front of-". Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a large rough hand shaking her left shoulder. She flinched, her train of thought escaping her.

Her father smiled down at Vivinius, "Don't let your nerves get the best of ya, I know it's your first time on duty, but I promise it'll go great!" He punctuated his sentence by hugging his daughter firmly.

She groaned slightly at the gesture, "that's not why I'm nervous dad."

He released Vivinus from his embrace. "So, what's got you picking at your food?" He said motioning a hand toward her half eaten plate.

Vivinius paused for a moment debating on whether she should tell him about this. He didn't even know that Esmia and Vivinius used to be friends. Their friendship is forbidden due to their statuses. "It's nothing, just anxious nerves." She said shortly, stuffing a mouthful of potatoes into her mouth.

Her father noticed her initial hesitation, but decides to just drop the topic. "Alright, just don't be sulking all evening, we gotta make a good impression on the princess! Maybe she`ll make you her personal guard!" He barked jabbing his elbow at her, laughter leaped from his chest heartily.

Vivinius forced a chuckle then swallowed her food. "Maybe, but I highly doubt it. I`m sure she'd want someone that has more experience." She ended her sentence by pushing another forkful of food into her mouth.

Her father reclined in his seat slightly, and scratched the back of his head "Tsk, you know that they look for more qualities in a knight, like devotion to her and stuff"

"Ahhh, you're right about that one, but my chances of that are still equal to everyone else's." Vivinius stated as she wiped of her mouth with a napkin.

Her father huffed, and scooped a large pile of food into his maw. "You`ve always been a humble kid." He said through the food in his mouth.

Vivinius nodded and shoveled more food into her mouth quickly. She realized that it would be about time to get prepared for the gala. Her father, who was already finished with the last bits of his food got up from the table.

"I`ll see you in the grand hall when you're done getting your armor on." He said as he motioned for one of the royal servants to clear his place.

Vivinius quickly swallowed the rest of her food, so she didn't have to call over another servant, and stood up. "I`ll come with you." She managed to say even though her cheeks were stuffed with food.

Her father nodded, and began to walk away. Vivinius matched his pace as they walked out of the dining hall. The other royal knights spotted them leaving and decided it was about time they left as well. the room was filled with the sound of scooting chairs, and random conversation that melded into one clamorous noise.

Part 2

All of the knights stood silently in the grand hall which led to the ballroom. It was so silent you could faintly hear the wind outside. The giant arched hall was a dark rich brown color, it was constructed from the same wood that the knight's dining hall is. Except there's gold wedged between the boards of wood. The light from the candles glittered on the gold. The candles were perched on the walls; the candlestick they sit on was built from Rhinoceros horns and tipped with gold. A long rug paved the center of the floor. It was a black in color, and had dark red roses littered throughout it. The hallway has large windows lined with gold. The sun created long shadows as it continued to set. It barely peaked above the wandering hills.

The knights were assembled in two neat rows on opposite sides of the hallway. Their eyes fixed on the knight in front of them. Their swords were sheathed. The sheath was adorned in the royal family's crest. their heavy armor glimmered in the sun's setting light.

Vivinius could feel the nervousness creep up within her all over again. She eyed the sunset in her peripheral vision. She took a deep breath to steady herself. It helped greatly, although she still felt nervous it was no where near as devastating as before. Her father, who was the leader of the royal guard, opened the giant doors to the ballroom. All of the knights turned their attention to him in unison. Two servants shuffled in quickly behind him and propped the doors open.

"You know the protocol, stick with it or suffer the consequences." He barked, before turning on his heel and marching back into the ballroom.

The difference in his demeanor still shocks Vivinius no matter how many times it happens. He goes from a laid back and loving father, to a stern and unforgiving war leader in a matter of seconds. He takes his job so seriously Vivinius has never seen him make a mistake, or even make a bad choice when it comes to his knightly duties.

Vivinius' comrades assemble neatly into a line and follow Vivinius' father. As they march, their footsteps click in unison their heads held high.

To say the ballroom is massive would be an understatement. The size of the room is absolutely overwhelming. It is an imposing display of wealth and status. The walls are constructed with black marble, it's wavy design stretched all the way into the dome shaped ceiling. In the center of the ceiling there is a circular stained glass window that displayed an ancient dragon in deep, darkened colors. The dimming light of the sunset sparkled through it, reflecting an image of the dragon on the floor. The floor is black, stone tiles with thin silver lines separating each square. Large candle holders made out of gold and silver plated elephant tusks were placed evenly along the round wall of the ballroom. a few grand chandeliers, made of ivory littered the ceiling. They were suspended by silver plated steel chains. Circular tables with black shahtoosh tablecloths surrounded the center of the ballroom. Each table hosted six places for people to sit. Each set had a plate, silverware, and a glass for wine. The center of the gigantic ballroom was bare, and ready for dancing. Many servants lined the edges of the room.

The giant royal thrones sat valiantly on the farthest wall. They were perched on a staircase that was about six feet tall. The steps were made of black marble with a dark red carpet going up the center of it. the thrones themselves were made of obsidian, each throne had plush cushions filled with the finest feathers. The two thrones in the center were the largest. The one where the queen is supposed to sit was the largest though. Then there is a throne next to the queen that is the shortest. That is where the princess is supposed to sit.

The knights filed in and stood in their places that they practiced for weeks on end. Since Vivinius was the daughter of the head of the royal guard she got to stand next to the throne's staircase. Her father stood on the left, while Vivinius stood on the right.

After a few minutes, the queen and king's personal knights walk into the ballroom. The black feathers on their helmets bobbed as they marched in unison.

They stopped abruptly a few steps into the room, "HER MAJESTY PLIGHTAN (ply-tan) WAVERTAF" boomed the knight on the left. "HIS MAJESTY OHLAPH (oh-lah-f)WAVERTAF" the one on the right yelled soon after. They then continued their progress into the room. As the queen and king entered the room behind them, the servants drop their gaze immediately to stare at the floor.

The queen had gone through her entire draconic transformation. She was about seven feet tall, her fur was a dark grey. The fur on her face was a lighter grey. Her face was thin and long resembling a dragon. The fur grew longer on her head resembling a mane. She has long ram-like horns that curled around her goat shaped ears. The tips of her fur are dark black, and her eyes are a daunting yellow color. Her tail is so long it nearly drags on the floor. Her hands are large, each of her fingers tipped with long black talons. She had a long dress that hugged her frame nicely. It was jet black with extravagant dragon designs along the bottom of it

since the king is not related by blood to the royal family, he did not go through the draconic transformation. He is a man of average height. He has a nicely trimmed beard with faint streaks of grey. his dark bronze skin glowed in the candle light. His hair was combed back neatly. His eyes are a sweet brown. He wore a velvet black suit with a dark red rose in his breast pocket. A deep red fur cape laid on his shoulders.

After both the queen and king enter, the princess's temporary personal knight enters then stops a few steps in like the knights before him. (Her knight is temporary because she was too indecisive when she chose so her parents chose for her. She still has an opportunity to choose the knight she wants.) "HER GRACE ESMIA WAVERTAF" boomed the knight, he then continued his progress towards the thrones.

Esmia walked in slowly, her head held high. Confidence radiated off of her. She had long coils of hair. Each curl caught the light at just the right moment, it would mesmerize anyone who looked at her. Short horns slightly protruded from her hair on the top of her head. Her skin is a smooth umber color, and her eyes were the deepest brown you'd ever seen. They seemed to absorb light, yet when the sun would hit them at just the right angle they would gleam wonderfully showing the depths of her soul. They entranced anyone who dared to catch a glimpse. Both of her arms were covered in nearly jet black fur. White speckles interrupted the savory black color. Esmia's hands are also covered in fur as well. They are large and end in insanely sharp white claws. A tail poked out the back of her dress. White speckles littered throughout it. Her dress had a low neck, exposing her clavicle and some of her breasts. The dress hugged her in all the right places, but puffed out obscuring her legs and hips. The mystery of what they could possibly look like was enchanting.

Vivinius couldn't tear her eyes from the princess. Her beauty was unmatched. No natural landscape or work of art could best Esmia. Vivinius slowly let her eyes drift along the princess's body. She swallowed hard, each curve drew her in even more. When she got down to her legs, she could only imagine what Esmia's luscious hips and thighs could feasibly look like. Before she knew it Esmia was nearly right in front of her. She quickly looked back at her eyes, embarrassed that she was eyeing up royalty like that.

When Vivinius corrected herself, she noticed Esmia's eyes were locked onto hers. A sly smile crept onto her face. She seemed to recognize her and enjoy the attention she was getting. It looked as if she knew that Vivinius was undressing her with her eyes. A heat rushed to Vivinius' face, as she shakily maintained eye contact for a moment before she averted her gaze completely. Esmia's smile grew more as she walked past her. As she walked past Vivinius stole another glance at her waist.

Vivinius glanced at her father to see if he saw their interaction. Luckily he was too busy chatting with the king about his patrols this morning.

Esmia's temporary personal guard took his place and stood next to her. She glared over at the knight, she did not like him at all.

"Can you stand a little more over there?" She grumbled pointing away from herself.

The guard nodded and took two steps to the side away from Esmia. She slouched back into her throne and huffed. Esmia crossed her arms over her chest.

The queen looks over at her and pinches her shoulder, "Stop scowling, our guests will be here any minute." She hissed through her sharp draconic teeth.

Esmia rolled her eyes and almost began to straighten herself until she got an idea.

"Fine, but can that knight, I believe her name is Vivinius" She pointed at Vivinius as she spoke.

"Could she stand next to me instead?"

"No." Her mother scowled and shook her head, "you can switch your knight after the gala is over. You should have chosen more wisely"

Esmia glowered at her, "She wasn't even an option to begin with, and I didn't even choose him." She hissed at her mother; she pointed her thumb at the knight to her left.

Plightan ignored her daughter's rebuttal. "It's too late now." She said as she looked away, this was her special way of ending a conversation with her daughter.

Esmia scoffed and straightened her posture. She looked down at her father who was still talking with the head of the royal knights.

"Father!" She called from her throne. Esmia's voiced dripped with sweetness.

"Yes, my dear?" He half turned from his conversation.

"Could I have that knight instead?" Esmia pointed at Vivinius again.

Vivinius tried to keep herself together. She couldn't believe she wanted her to be her knight.

Her father looked down at the floor thoughtfully, "We would need to have an entire ceremony and switch their armor, that would take far too long."

"we could just skip it for now, please father. We can do it later." She pouted at her father as she spoke.

Plightan rolled her eyes, "She already asked me, and I said no" She growled.

Esmia shot her mother a rueful glare.

Ohlaph rubbed the back of his head, "I uh, hmmm" is all he said.

"Pleaseeee" Esmia begged, she clasped her hands together in front of her chest.

Ohlaph looked up at his wife, an unsure look on his face. "I mean . . . we can just do it later . . ." he mumbled.

Plightan sighed, she had a huge soft spot for her husband, "Fine. We can do her knighting ceremony tomorrow."

Esmia squealed with excitement, "thank you so much!" she yelped hugging her mother.

"Okay, okay go sit down." Plightan grumbled, waving her daughter off.

As Esmia sat back down, Plightan nodded her head at Esmia's temporary guard. He returned her nod and marched down the stairs. As he approached Vivinius, he arched his eyebrow. She shrugged her shoulders in response. Vivinius stepped around him, and started her way up the stairs. She glanced over at her father, he smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

When Vivinius finally approached the princess, she kneels down. Esmia offers her hand smiling down at her. Vivinius, gently grasps her hand it presses it against her forehead briefly. A common gesture of respect that knights will do when greeting royalty.

"You're allowed to kiss my hand, you know?" Esmia teased the young knight.

Vivinius felt her face get hot as she softly pressed her lips against Esmia's hand.

Vivinius stood up, she tried to avoid eye contact with the princess as she took her spot a little ways from the throne. Esmia turned herself towards the knight. She rested herself on the side of her hip.

She opens her mouth to begin to speak, but is cut off by a knight escorting the gala guests. ""If I may interrupt, your guests are here." He says, stepping to the side to let the guests walk past him.

Esmia sighed, and faced herself forward. The guests were government officials from Orenflux and other prestigious people. Along with some wealthy people from Dorenphrectus. They hurriedly walk up to the throne, and create a line. They eagerly waited their turn to greet the royal family.

Part 3

Finally, the royal family finishes greeting their long line of guests. It was hours of meaningless chatter and compliments. Esmia was clearly done with the whole thing by the second person, but she managed to keep a professional demeanor the entire time.

Once the last person turns to leave the thrones, and head to her table Esmia turns to her mother. "Is it time for food yet?" She whispered into her mother's ear.

Plightan nods, and calls over a servant. The servant keeps her head low and looking at the ground as she talks with the royalty. Plightan says something in a hushed tone. The servant nods, and motions towards a few others; they all hustle out of the ballroom through a secret servant's passage.

Mere moments later, the servants enter the ballroom with bottles of wine in hand. One of them holds a silver try with three wine glasses on it. Two others hold some sort of light weight table. The servants with the table carefully walk up the stairs and set up the table. The one with the tray walks up the stairs, and places the wine glasses on it. One of the servants with a wine bottle separates from the others and heads up the stairs as well. He pours wine into each of the glasses.

When the other servants are finished pouring the glasses of the guests as well, they usher in musicians. They begin to play classical music, the guests stir with excitement, some of them getting up to dance.

Esmia traced the rim of her glass with her middle finger and ring finger absentmindedly. Vivinius stares down at her dragon-like hand. She didn't think such beast looking hands would turn her on so much. She began to imagine what they'd feel like inside of her. Those claws rubbing against her walls, tickling that oh so sweet spot within her. The pads of her fingers pressing up against her inner walls.

Esmia looked up at her noticing her eyeing her hands, and smiles mischievously. Flustered, Vivinius looks away bashfully. She pretends like she wasn't just imagining the princesses hands inside her.

"What were you thinking about?" Esmia asks, her voice as smooth as butter.

Vivinius clears her throat, "Thinking about the dinner I had earlier." She answers quickly.

Esmia narrows her eyes and nods her head slowly. "Must have been quite a dinner. I`m awfully hungry myself, but I have been craving something lately."

"What have you been craving?" Vivinius tilts her head inquisitively.

Before Esmia can answer, more servants arrive; this time with food on large silver trays. First they serve the royalty, then they make their way around to the guests tables. Some of them ignored the food and continued dancing, while others eagerly sat back down to dig in.

Esmia lowers her voice; she leans into Vivinius, "If you come with me to my quarters, I can show you" She says, her voice barely above a whisper. Vivinius had to strain greatly to hear her.

Her eyes widen, but she doesn't answer.

"Oh, don't be shy now Vivinius. I saw you gawking at me all evening. It`s clear you want this as much as I do. Even though you have not seen me in ten years, you're such a pervert." Esmia continues to whisper quietly. Her mother hasn't noticed the exchange yet, she was focused on the music. She began to turn towards her daughter until she is distracted by her husband.

"My darling!" Ohlaph yells, "Let's dance until we see the sunrise!" He gets up and tugs at his wife's hands.

"Oh, my Ohlaph, we have yet to eat." She says gesturing towards the food in front of them.

"We can eat after, our appetites will be voracious by then!" He exclaims giddily as he jumps lightly in place.

Seeing how excited Ohlaph is, Plightan sighs and gives into her husband, "Alright my dear, I will have this dance with you." She doesn't smile often, but now she's beaming with delight, staring into her husband's eyes.

She stands up and is nearly dragged down the staircase by the overly enthusiastic Ohlaph. "She turns her head towards her daughter as she makes her decent. "Behave over there, Esmia!" She yells at her daughter, trying to talk above the music.

Esmia turns towards Plightan, "I will mother!" She yells back.

After her mother is down the staircase, she turns back to Vivinius. "So what will it be?" She purrs, her tail thumps against the seat of her throne eagerly.

Vivinius nods her head shyly.

"You`ve always been so timid Vivinius, I find it adorable." Esmia grins at her and stands up and begins to head down the stairs.

Vivinius seems to be glued to where she stands. Utter disbelief this is actually happening stricken on her face.

Esmia turns to Vivinius, "You're my royal knight, you must follow me."

Vivinius snaps herself out of her nervous stupor and follows Esmia. They slink around the edge of the ballroom and exit through the hallway unnoticed.

Part 4

Esmia and Vivinius finally make it to the princess's quarters. the tension between the two built as they approached her room. Both of them eagerly waiting to finally be in private.

Once the door is closed behind them, Esmia pulls Vivinius by the collar of her armor and plants her lips onto hers. Vivinius freezes for a moment, then melts into Esmia. Vivinius places her hands onto Esmias waist, they travel up to her breast and squeeze them gently. As they kiss, they begin to get increasingly more rough with each other. Esmia pushes her tongue into her mouth and moans. Vivinius gasps for air and grips Esmia's hair.

Esmia pulls away from the kiss, and begins to tug at Vivinius' armor. "Please, we need to get this off." She says between heavy breaths.

Vivinius hastily tears off her armor, revealing soft fabric underneath. Esmia makes her way to her large, plush bed and begins to undress herself. Once Vivinus is finished taking off everything except her underwear she makes her way over to the bed.

Esmia is sat on the edge of it, smiling softly. Vivinius prepares to get on top, but Esmia stops her. "I said I was hungry." She says flirtatiously.

Vivinious blinks at her for a moment, then sits next to Esmia obediently. The moment that Vivinius sits down Esmia, pushes her lightly on her chest. She dutifully lays back, she wanted nothing more than to do what Esmia told her to do.

She began to kiss Vivinius roughly, her hands exploring her body, feeling every inch of her up. When She reaches her tits, she tightly squeezes them. Vivinius moans into Esmia's mouth and shivers.

"Oh, you like that?" Esmia breathily says, as she moves down kissing her along her neck.

When she reaches her breasts, she begins to suck on them. She takes her nipple between her sharp teeth and bites down on them. Vivinius gasps and arches her back, a rush of pain flickered through her chest. Esmia lets her teeth drag on her nipple as she removes her mouth. Vivinius squirms, a dull ache radiating on her nipple. she then bites down on her other breast sinking her teeth into it. Vivinius moans and grips Esmia's hair pulling on it slightly. Another wave of pain flushed through her. This pain was so intoxicating. She could feel herself getting more and more wet every second. Then she begins to suck on her tit, stuffing as much of it into her mouth as she can. She pressed her nipple against her soft palate with her tongue.

Esmia props herself up on one elbow, as she begins to rub circles on Vivinius' clit over her underwear. a moan erupts from Vivinius.

Esmia stops sucking on her breast "You're so wet for me already, you're such a slut for me aren't you?"

"Y-yes I am" Vivinius whimpers.

"I want you to say it, say you're a slut. My slut." Esmia demands, as she presses her fingers into her wet panties.

"Mmmmm fuck! I`m your slut! Only yours!" Vivinus yelps gripping Esmia's hair harder.

"Good girl", Esmia coos.

She begins to slide off Vivinius' underwear, her slimy juices left her panties drenched. Esmia tosses her panties off the bed, and sinks her teeth into her thigh. Pain surged through her thigh, and raced to her head. Vivinius howled with pleasure. Her whole body shivered as she moaned. Esmia had bit so hard blood started to drip slowly from the bite mark.

"That feels so good" Vivinius barely manages to say between moans.

Esmia removes her teeth from the wound, and drags her tongue slowly along it. Vivinius hisses through her teeth and grabs her own breast. The pain from the previous bite marks pulsed as she squeezed.

Esmia licks the length of her pussy agonizingly slow. Vivinius shivers with anticipation as Esmia finally reaches her clit. She grabs Vivnius' hips; her claws dig into her slightly. Esmia makes slow circle on her clit with her tongue. Vivinius squeezes her tit relishing in the pain that radiates off of it. Soon Esmia's pace increases, her hunger growing. The taste of Vivinius' pussy was absolutely delightful to her. Vivinus Begins to buck her hips as she starts to feel pleasure rise from deep within her belly.

Esmia digs her claws into her hips trying to keep her still. Vivinus moans and removes her hand from her breast and grips Esmia's hair like a lifeline. A cascade of pleasure surges through her body cusing her to shiver and buck her hips harder into Esmia's mouth. The pain from the deep bite mark on her thigh further added to her pleasure. She finally cums into her mouth, her moans echoing off of the walls.

[zoethehead]

So here's 4 other images of Vincent in his past, one's of before he was abducted, one of the vivinus dream, one of after the wreck, and the one of when he was captured.

I forgor to put his body hair on in some parts, so ignore that

[jokesitos-art]

LAST COMMISSION .

THIS IS CHIBI COUPLE COMMISSION FOR MY WONDERFUL FRIEND @vivinu

I hope you like it and sorry for taking so many time to finish this!

[sarcellelena]

YOU LIKE DEADPOOL AND I HATE TONY are we twins

nah hun we’re just made for each other 😘 but omg yeah deadpool is gr8 and stark is a stuck up rich boy who has to make a snarky comment about everything i dislike him quite a bit

[aeide-thea]

Habby du Magnou, meilleure note des Traits poitevins du concours de Melle. Pouliche de 2 ans : 86/100. (Photo : Baptiste Vivinus)

i read this post on the breeding of poitevin mules and was enthralled and educated but also i just thought habby du magnou was the most beautiful girl i'd ever seen??? so i went looking for more pix and found this one from 2019 and i'm here to announce that i'm in love with her. if you want to look at her prizewinning donkey counterpart from the same year he's here and very fuzzy. :D

[fy-vivi]

200217: [Fact in Star] do not edit | cr: vivinus

[breitzbachbea]

"A megghiu acqua si la vivinu i porci!"

- "The pigs drink the best water!" - Sicilian idiom

[12loona-archived]

What are the names of all of the vivi fansites?? I love this blog sooo much 💕 thank you for your hard work 🥰

All of Vivi’s fansites that are currently active are: MILKYVI, cutie vivi, LOVIVILY and ViViNus. She doesn’t have many sadly but at least her few fansites seem pretty dedicated this era! Also, you’re welcome and, as always, thank you all for supporting this blog. 💕 

[robronfic]

Could you make a post of all the Big Bang fics so far please?

round one / 2017:

sure as the world keeps the moon in the sky by @aarobron 

“thank you,” aaron whispers, and his words sound as thick as the air he’s pushing them into. “i had a great night, honestly. just… thank you.” then he’s leaning up on his tiptoes; stretching, body lean and long and sharp, and robert risks settling a hand onto his waist. it shocks aaron for moment, but then he just grins: some great, dazzling, blinding smile that robert has to close his eyes against, and before he knows it, there are lips on his cheek. they settle, for one moment, two, three, and he’s holding his breath, fingers tightening around the curve of aaron’s hip. or, an au where aaron and robert are neighbours - neighbours in love. 30k.

rumours by @beautifulhigh 

robert is a vivinus, or a “div” if you’re feeling particularly cruel. people who are functionally immortal: they can die through severe accidents or illnesses, or something immediate. people with the ability to heal, to understand a person better than they know themselves, and who are rumoured to love so deeply that they will literally love you forever.

robert hasn’t told anyone who he is, only telling aaron after the car crash and their engagement, giving him the choice about whether he wants to live his life with a man who won’t ever grow old, who isn’t anything close to normal and secure. not all the rumours are good ones though, and for every high there’s a low. 105k. 

maneuver one into place by @robertjacobsugdens

robert helped lawrence build a legitimate business empire from the ashes of his criminal enterprises. that is, until robert made one tiny, irrelevant mistake and the Whites kicked him to the curb. planning his revenge, robert went in the only place where he could assemble a team to get back what was rightfully his. he wasn’t expecting old feelings and wounds to resurface quite so strongly. especially not when it came to his master thief, aaron dingle. 57k.

love never fails by @nooneelsecomesclose17

it’s 1914, the war looming. aaron is the new chauffeur at home farm, and robert is newly returned from london after years away. aaron wants a new start, with liv, while robert wants to reconnect with his family. bad memories haunt them both making their relationship a challenge. with the war comes tragedy and then aaron goes missing. 70k.

we’ll meet again by @littlelooneyluna

in the year of 1939, war strikes and leaves best friends turned almost lovers aaron dingle and robert sugden in a state of shock, despite their resistance against the ever present reality of war it soon becomes apparent that there is no escape and it doesn't take long for their world to be ripped away from them as they continuously fight to keep close despite the lengths taken to keep them apart for good. 81k.

fool’s gold by @strongboyfriends

he knew, in the back of his mind, that it was their connection that was sending sparks rushing through him, numbing every sense until all he knew was aaron, but the realist in him – the one that grew up never believing that fate could bring two strangers together and bond them. Tte one that believed it could never happen to someone you knew, that it was meant for those with more poetic souls that lived life as if love was all there was – believed he would have felt this way about aaron regardless.

or, aaron and robert don’t exactly have the meet-cute worth writing home about, but fate has other ideas in mind. 38k. 

the country squire by @misswhimsy

after katie’s death, robert handed himself into the police and has spent the last two years in prison for manslaughter. aaron has moved on with his life, dealing with the death of his father and reconnecting with his little sister, attending counselling to help him cope with the things he’s not willing or able to share with his family. luckily it has provided him with an interesting new way to manage his feelings and he has discovered a talent and passion for writing that he never expected. now, robert is out of prison, alone and unsure of his future; will he ever be able to find the happiness that aaron has already found? 22k.

separation never suited us by @wellyfullofale

robert’s been away from emmerdale for almost a year, but vic has persuaded him to return for his 40th birthday party. he hasn’t seen or spoken to his husband since he left the village after convincing himself that aaron had moved on following an argument that they were both too stubborn to move past. he returns with hope that aaron might still love him the same way that he still loves aaron, but when he finds his husband is seeing someone new, is all hope now lost after a year apart? or will they find that, actually, a kind of love like theirs isn’t ever over? 33k. 

find someone (like you) by @kayceecruz

robert sugden walks into emmerdale after nine years bringing with him little of the boy who left. aaron dingle's life has been stuck in the same place for years. they meet and everything changes... 25k. 

a tail of two worlds by @geena-rae

aaron’s an immortal being, trapped in the sea for thousands of years now by himself. he’s been lonely for so long, his only solace watching the humans who walk along on the land. then he meets a sea witch who makes him an offer, she’ll turn him human for one month and if he finds love in that month she’ll keep him human, if not, aaron has to give her his immortality. 20k. 

front page news by @realityisonlythebeginning

robert sugden is a small time reporter aching for a proper job in the world of crime reporting. he thinks he's found it when a young man named aaron dingle is wrongfully jailed for something he didn't do. what he finds however is so much more. 22k.

the insubstantial shadow by @sapphicsugden

“the terms.” robert stares ahead, at the darkness currently shrouding hell from his view. 

“i keep walking,” robert starts, unable to focus on anything but the thud of his heart in his chest. it’s like you’re talking about a contract, he thinks. this is just a deal that you need to fucking win. except the stakes - and the payoff - were so much more than robert could handle. “i keep walking until i get to the lake where there’ll be a boat waiting to take me back."

hades nods, leaning casually against a pillar. “i don’t look back,” robert continues, words sticking in his throat. “he’ll be behind me, following me out of hell, but the instant i look back, he’ll vanish and he’ll-“ ae trails off, unable to make himself say it.

“he’ll be mine,” hades supplies. “his life for your inability to put his needs above your own.” 15k. 

midnight in paris by @capseycartwright

the end of a relationship is supposed to be the hardest part, but the last night aaron sees robert, it’s the first promise of a happy ending he gets from the other man. a year, to sort their problems, and they’ll meet back in paris, and give their love the chance it deserves, after the whirlwind of a year they'd spent together, in paris, falling more in love than either of them had been before.

what could possibly go wrong in a year? 34k. 

forged in fire by @escapingreality51

on his way to work one morning, a runner catches robert's eye. he starts seeing the man around everywhere, growing more intrigued with each sighting and almost interaction. when he finally meets him properly in the elevator of his building, a spark ignites and the two embark on an intense relationship, but when robert is reminded of a past trauma he gets scared. will Robert be able to let go of his past or will he be consumed by it? 31k.

asking the moon to stay by @josephtate

all his life prince robert had known that one day he would have to follow in his father's footsteps and become king of emmerdale. what he never expected was that he would have a secret love affair with the court's mechanic aaron dingle. 32k. 

all in by @godamnarmsrace

when robert and aaron meet there's an instant attraction, no doubt about it, but nothing can happen, it just wouldn't be appropriate. robert feels for the lad, who's been on the streets and struggling to take care of his young sister, so he does the decent thing and opens his home to him – gives him a break. feelings grow, aaron wants robert, in more ways than one, in every way really, but robert is fighting it, he fears becoming one of the monsters he hunts. it’s only when things get dangerous, pursuing gordon has some scary consequences, he begins to realise that you really only get one life; aaron and liv are his. 31k. 

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round two / 2018:

cause we’re lovers, and that is a fact by @prettyboysugden

the 1980's- a time of music, love and pride. robert and aaron have to hide their relationship, but will something tear them apart? 17k.

and might had fallen to sands and fire by @matan4il

aaron is a hebrew gladiator whose daily routine of training and fighting is changed by the arrival of a unit of roman soldiers. 44k.

the fundamental things apply by @nooneelsecomesclose17

after losing jackson over a year ago, liv is worried about her brother and wants him to find a new boyfriend. that’s how aaron ends up on local radio on christmas eve. robert’s a successful reporter with his local paper, and he’s getting married. he’s on his way to meet his fiance’s family for christmas when he hears a voice on the radio. 

can his destiny really be someone he’s never met? can he be the one to catch aaron’s attention and get him to meet in london on valentine’s day? 26k. 

among the many by @littlelooneyluna

1984 au: robert finds aaron in a dystopian world where love is forbidden. 63k. 

from the moment we touched by @snarfettelove

needing to let off some steam after a stressful day at work, robert (a ruthless businessman) picks up a prostitute on his way back to his penthouse apartment. but one night with aaron isn’t enough and robert’s got a hell of a week coming up; he offers aaron the opportunity of a lifetime - stay (and get paid) for the whole week. aaron can’t resist, and robert’s pretty fit after all, so he agrees to the deal. they just aren’t supposed to let feelings get in the way of their ‘arrangement’. 42k. 

is it too late? by @robron-til-the-end

aaron never found robert at the scrapyard, the day after seb was born. he never talked robert into staying. robert left the village that day, and ten years later is the first time he's returned to emmerdale, and the first time he's bumped into aaron since it all went wrong so spectacularly.can he and aaron make it work the second time around? or has too much time passed to ever make it work? 18k. 

we’ll always have the moon. by @notforonesecond

while working through his deployment for the british army, aaron dingle unsuspectingly meets the love of his life at a bar one night in the form of robert sugden.

navigating through war, love, heartbreak, and tears they build their relationship, communicating through handwritten letters. but after they've built a life and a family together, is aaron willing to sacrifice it all for his country? 87k.

ticket to anywhere by @strongboyfriends

sixteen years old is dull in ways that movies and television never want to admit, and every minute felt like a countdown until he could escape. but life didn’t work like that. at least, not for robert. aaron couldn’t possibly be the one to change that. could he? 43k. 

cartography through silence by @sapphicsugden

“it’s called aphasia,” the doctor tells them, clinical and detached.

aaron wants to punch her in the mouth. robert’s keeping a death grip on aaron’s hand, nails digging into the skin of aaron’s palm. it’s grounding, a familiar pain that aaron will carry for eternity if it helps robert. “what does that mean?” 11k.

so at ease in the midnight sky by @aarobron

aaron finds the dingle's travelling circus at 16, just after he runs away from gordon, and spends his days helping out with odd jobs. what he doesn't expect to find is a best friend in the shape of vic's older brother, robert. they grow closer, as a double act on the trapeze and as friends, but he keeps his feelings quiet until gordon shows up and flips everything they know upside down. 58k. 

and that’s just the way it is by reformedcharacter

after meeting on the phones at work, robert and aaron quickly grow closer. being two hundred miles away from each other won’t stop them from falling in love. now, all there is left to do is meet. 28k.

… or does he? by @eloquentmydear

when lawrence tries to seduce robert in the hotel, robert’s phone doesn’t start ringing. he battles with himself over a long-denied desire for lawrence, the pain of losing the last man he loved, and his broken self-esteem. 15k. 

two night stand by @robertisbisexual

aaron’s been single for months and, after a bad night out, is convinced by his friends that a no strings one night stand is exactly what he needs. only casual sex is a lot harder than aaron remembers - especially when your date is a prick - and when forces conspire against him aaron finds himself trapped with robert a second night. 26k. 

escaping the past by @kripkegirl

robert returns to the village, looking to rebuild bridges and to finally put his past behind him. 26k. 

white blank page by @rustandruin

aaron’s a semi-closeted music journalist for a regional newspaper. robert is the newly hired out-and-proud sex and relationship columnist he hates. but when they’re forced to work together, aaron realises that irritation quickly turns into attraction. can he overcome his past and find the strength to choose his future? 125k. 

exile by @escapingreality51

aaron is a member of cain’s crew on the akadia transport ship when cain agrees to transport a different type of cargo than usual - a prisoner. robert sugden, the most notorious scientist-turned-murderer in the solar system arrives on the ship in manacles, and aaron dingle has to spend eight and a half months guarding robert sugden in a cell while they transport him from earth to his trial on mars. somewhere along the way aaron starts to discover that the man in manacles may not be as evil as he has been made out to be. 25k.

sweet dreams (are made of this) by @kayceecruz

after a tragic accident, robert’s left in a coma. while his loved ones fight to keep him alive, robert sinks into a world of dreams. when he wakes up, he is confused about what life is real and all he wants is to have his husband by his side. 24k.

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Qu'ai-je fait de mes vacances ? Non, ce n'est pas une lamentation philosophique, juste une question rhétorique. Réponse : j'ai voyagé en Belgique à la (re)découverte du patrimoine culturel national. J'ai ainsi comblé une importante lacune en matière d'automobile. Lacune d'autant plus coupable qu'elle a pour cadre la ville de mon enfance, celle où mes parents résident encore et où je me rends quasi hebdomadairement : Leuze-en-Hainaut. C'est là que se trouve l'autre grand musée de l'automobile belge. Le plus connu est évidemment Autoworld, à Bruxelles, au Cinquantenaire. Mahymobiles ne lui cède en rien. Et pour cause : la collection permanente d'Autoworld est issue du fonds rassemblé par Ghislan Mahy. Seul défaut de Mahymobiles : être situé dans une petite ville. Quant au reste, les modèles exposés vont du remarquable à l'exceptionnel, en passant par l'étonnant.

À l'origine, était donc Ghislain Mahy, né à Gand, en 1907. Passionné de mécanique, il construit sa première voiture à l'âge de 17 ans. Huit ans plus tard, il ouvre son premier garage, vend des véhicules neufs et d'occasion et devient le premier loueur belge de voitures. Il débute sa collection en 1944, en achetant une Ford T semblable à celle que possédait son père. Il ne s'arrêtera plus : au total, il rassemblera un millier d'automobiles. Certaines sont en piteux état, il apprend à les restaurer en autodidacte. Après avoir entassé sa collection dans l'ancien Cirque d'Hiver de Gand, Ghislain Mahy décide de la rendre accessible au public. Après maintes péripéties, il ouvre son premier musée en 1970 à Houthalen. Malheureusement, celui-ci doit fermer ses portes en 1985, faute d'accord financier avec la province de Limbourg.  

Le fils de Ghislain Mahy, Ivan, signe alors un accord avec le gouvernement belge et transfère deux cents de ses voitures au Cinquantenaire. En 1986, Autoworld est inauguré et connaît un succès immédiat. Onze ans s'écoulent. En 1997, Ivan Mahy achète une ancienne usine à Leuze-en-Hainaut pour y entreposer ses huit cents autres véhicules et ses archives. Mahymobiles accueille ses premiers visiteurs en 2000. Dans la salle principale, sont exposés une centaine de modèles restaurés, renouvelés périodiquement. La mezzanine comporte une impressionnante collection de voitures miniatures. Enfin, dans la salle annexe, sont exposés une autre centaine de véhicules, en cours de restauration ou dans leur jus. 

Dès l'entrée, une Delahaye 138 cabriolet. Le ton est donné... Dans le couloir d'accès, quelques micro-machines d'après-guerre, dont une inévitable Messerschmitt KR200 et une curieuse Mochet à propulsion humaine. Dans la grande salle, d'emblée, la fameuse Ford T. Puis une Lincoln Continental Mk II, une flamboyante Thunderbird, une Corvette Stingray, une Mercedes 190 SL, une Ferrari Testarossa, une Jensen Interceptor, une Jaguar Type E entre autres, ainsi qu'un surprenant coupé Volvo et une Vivinus offerte en 1900 par Léopold II à la baronne de Vaughan. Dans la salle annexe, des trésors poussiéreux : Rolls-Royce Phantom II, Citroën de la Croisière Jaune, Hudson Hornet, Lancia Aprilia, Studebaker Starlight ou encore NSU RO 80.

Mais s'il ne fallait en retenir qu'une seule ? Alors, ce serait ce splendide landaulet Delaunay-Belleville de 1911. La marque fut fondée en 1904 par les frères éponymes. Établie à Saint-Denis, elle s'impose comme l'une des meilleures et plus prestigieuses au monde. Ses véhicules somptueux sont d'un confort, d'une fiabilité et d'une vélocité inédits. Ses deux clients les plus célèbres sont antinomiques au possible : Jules Bonnot (qui avait saisi sa supériorité sur les véhicules de police) et Nicolas II (qui accorda à Delaunay-Belleville le brevet de fournisseur officiel de la cour impériale). Préférons les têtes couronnées : Georges Ier, roi des Hellènes, et Alphonse XIII, roi d'Espagne, roulèrent également en Delaunay-Belleville. La Première Guerre Mondiale porta un coup fatal à la marque, qui vivota dans l'Entre-Deux-Guerres, avant de disparaître définitivement en 1948. La voilà ressuscitée pour quelques instants...

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