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꣑୧ ݁.﹒ 𝓐𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓢𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 .ᐟ

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ knight!miguel 𝓍 queen!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ after an assassination attempt, a personal bodyguard is assigned to you by the court. an old childhood friend. as time goes on, you two rekindle your friendship but it blossoms into something more that risks both your occupations.

. ˚◞ ♡ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕⠀˖ ࣪ ༘ royal!au, anidala coded, sorta futuristic setting (like star wars), forbidden love, slow burn, tension, fluff, angst, smut (mild and fluffy), pet names, mention of assassination attempts, secret pregnancy, hispanic/latina!reader 【 mdni 】

( ꯭♡︎ ) ˖ ࣪ . love note ˒˒ for my fellow anidala stans, this one is for you. even tho star wars day already passed, imma still post this. ngl one of my favorite fics i’ve ever written! enjoy, mis amores! ♡

an assassination attempt.

fear plague the streets. citizens remain locked in their homes. whispers of fear and concern for their queen throughout the city.

the court was in pure chaos. members shouting at one another, demanding answers for this troubling incident, questioning who dares attack their queen. the room was consumed with fear and anger. an authorized investigation is underway, handled by authorities and military officials. in the meantime, a collective proposal was constructed.

a personal bodyguard.

you aren’t opposed to it, since it was your final say on the proposal. it was logical, protection against the opposer. nueva york looks up to you, their queen. they love and worship you. admire your devotion and dedication to them, the selfless spirit you carry. always putting your people’s needs as your top priority. serving what’s best for them.

to see their queen almost assassinated breaks their hearts. losing you is like heaven losing an angel. you are aware of their love for you. this assassination attempt is not going to pause your queen duties.

once the green light was given, a bodyguard was found in a manner of minutes.

general miguel o’hara.

an old childhood friend. a friend you haven’t seen in 10 years. a friend you were desperate to see again.

when he was brought in, your breath was stolen.

handsomest face on a man. chocolate curls with sprinkled gray streaks within, sharp cheekbones, and a incredible physique with of pure muscle. more than the average male. stands tall at 6’9 which makes him a tower compared to you. perhaps an intense growth spurt. he was already taller than you but now a tower. a faint scar on his right cheek, possibly from battle.

he grew up, from a shy young boy to a charming knight. he has changed so much.

“your majesty.”

oh his voice is so low yet charming. it sends shivers down your spine but in a pleasant way.

his height became more apparent when you have to crane your neck all the way up to simply meet his gaze. the height difference is quite amusing.

“general.”

your breath wasn’t the only one stolen. the minute he walked through those sliding glass doors, miguel was immediately captivated. it’s been years since he saw you personally. of course he had seen you before. the yearly ceremonies, festivals, and balls. your friendship may have ended but he observed you from afar, watch you blossomed into a beautiful, intelligent woman, his queen. beautiful couldn’t describe you best. ethereal is more accurate. his love for you never vanished from all those years.

with each step he took closer, he grew more anxious. by the time he stands before you, miguel is utterly enthralled. your beauty is truly beyond this world, this universe. those portraits of you don’t do you justice. how angelic you appear. white is your signature color, hence why the public refers you as the “angel queen.” god he truly believes an angel is gracing his presence right before him. it’s an honor to witness your beauty, the queen of his city.

the angel of his heart.

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it was simple protocols. miguel follows where you go, attached to the hip, eyes never leave your figure. stands beside your throne as you converse with the court or other officials during meetings. strolls alongside you with hands behind his back as you walk. offers a hand to assist you stepping in or out of vehicles. gently shields you with an arm from approaching individuals who wish to gain your attention. it’s a habit considering he’s a bodyguard and your life is currently at stake.

miguel is constantly on high alert for any potential threat. the crown is in his protection, your life is his responsibility. he vowed to not fail and keep you safe. he has to protect the angel he loves deeply.

in the beginning, it was a simple professional relationship between bodyguard and client. miguel remains at your side at all times and you continue with your duties as queen. your old friendship still lingers but you remain with a professional relationship with a small acquaintance.

however, those feelings of desire and admiration began tearing down that wall of professionalism.

it starts with innocent glances and soft smiles. acknowledging and appreciating each other. no one could suspect anything serious. just a queen showing her appreciation for her gentle knight.

then, those light touches.

passing large crowds, your breath hitches when you feel a large hand gently resting on your lower back as miguel guides you through the crowd. a tingly sensation invades your body. cheeks grow warm, heart fluttering, butterflies in your tummy.

that was a reoccurring hand placement. miguel’s hand resting either on your upper or lower back. most of the time on your lower back when in private.

both of you feel like a bashful mess. your heart fluttering at the intimate touch and miguel going insane at softness of your body, even through your dresses. he worries it’s an overstep of your boundaries but you kindly remind him it’s not.

the light touches grew more intimate.

during an private visit to your parents’ home, your foot missed a step which caused you to slip. but thanks to a pair of sturdy arms catching you just in time, you collide in your bodyguard’s chest.

“¿estas bien, mi reina?” miguel voiced his concern, looking down at you with worry in his eyes.

looking up at him with fluttering eyes, your heart skips a beat by the close proximity.

“y-yes, estoy bien.” you whisper, blushing.

you remain in his arms for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes. you feel his slightly nervous breathing gently hitting your face, yours hitting his chest. you can’t resist how comforting it feels being in his arms. a sense of comfort and safety. miguel relishes your soft body against his rough one. adores how tiny you appear, how perfect you fit in his hold. the fear of getting caught makes you pull away from his arms. blush creeping on both your faces.

he mumbles an apology but you kindly assure him and thank him for catching you. that moment replays in your minds for the reminder of the day.

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not only intimate touches but longing gazes at each other when one isn’t looking. private conversations began taking place, learning about one another. what occurred after your friendship ended. your journey to queenship, miguel’s training, changes in both your families. you rekindle your friendship.

the more time you spent together, feelings began forming. feelings that one should not feel, especially between a queen and her knight. you try burying those feelings. the last thing you want is ruining this relationship, make things awkward. it’s strictly a professional one yet those feelings prove otherwise.

you couldn’t allow these feelings to consume you, distract you from your duties. you shouldn’t feel these feelings towards miguel, your personal bodyguard. it’s forbidden, a queen can’t fall in love with her knight. it goes against royal morals. however, you can’t deny your heart. those feelings are something you’ve never experienced before with any man. miguel demonstrates what it’s like to long for someone. being around him, you feel safe and happy. he’s the only man to make your heart race and fill your belly with butterflies when he looks down at you or leaves gentle touches on your skin.

even after 10 years, he still has an effect on you.

miguel, on the other hand, is on the verge of insanity. he knows he shouldn’t feel those feelings for you, his queen. the woman he admires and cherishes since childhood. the same woman he vowed to protect with every fiber of his being. a queen and a knight don’t belong together, a forbidden relationship. of course he is aware of this issue. those feelings are forbidden but no matter how hard he fought against them, battling with his inner thoughts for days, his feelings for you only grew stronger.

during a private getaway at a reserved villa, you and miguel take a stroll among the lakeside. no one but you two, complete privacy. other guards remain at the villa. while you babble about childhood memories of the lake, miguel is admiring you the entire time. the lake dress you’re wearing makes his heart flutter, cheeks blushed. how could you look more beautiful? he swears he must be in heaven. walking alongside an angel by a lake sounds so dreamy. miguel mesmerized by your beauty once again.

you return to the balcony where it showcases the lake and mountains. leaning against the stone fence, you look outward towards the beautiful view of the lake. miguel stands beside you, briefly admiring the lake before turning his attention back at the true beautiful sight. the sweet, angelic tone of your voice smooths his workaholic mind. pure music to his ears. everything about you calms him.

those feelings began bubbling in his chest as he continues admiring you. he can’t help it you look so ethereal in the vibrant sunlight, the gentle breeze flowing in your hair. god he wants to give into the temptations but he knows he shouldn’t.

but all self-restraint flies out the window the moment you turn and look up at him with those gorgeous eyes he loves so dearly.

you two stare at each other, lost in one’s eyes. the doorway to the soul. both your hearts pounding your chests. the soft waves of the lake and birds chirping in the background. your heart flutters as you watch his gaze fall to your lips. those exact lips that have been taunting him for weeks in his sleep.

very slowly, miguel starts leaning towards your face. or more so, bending down a little due to the height difference. his back will hate him afterwards but miguel doesn’t care at this moment. he moves very slowly, hesitantly to give you space to move away.

but you don’t.

you feel frozen, utterly mesmerized by those soft brown eyes. your breathing grows heavy as you watch him lean closer towards you with fluttering lashes. your faces are only cemeteries apart, lips brushed against each other, eyes fluttering.

then finally, your lips collide.

the mark of your sin.

wow, his lips feel incredible. but yours, oh miguel is losing his mind. so soft and sweet. a divine taste that leaves a man yearning for more. your lips intertwined a passionate kiss. seeking for more, miguel changes the angle with a head tilt and applies a little pressure into the kiss. he holds back a groan when he hears a soft moan from you due to the pressure. unable to resist any longer, his tongue licks your lips for passage. you happily oblige and he doesn’t waste a moment to slip his tongue past your lips, eliciting another heavenly moan from you.

your lips intertwined in a dance. relishing the feeling of each others’s lips. his plump ones against your soft ones. the kiss is so passionate, you feel very floaty. he takes you away to cloud nine. the stress of being a queen and the assassination vanishes from your mind. his lips takes it away.

then, realization kills the moment.

no, you can’t do this. it’s an overstep of your relationship as bodyguard and client. queen and knight. but what you’re truly afraid is being caught, another pair of eyes lurking from afar.

much to yours and miguel’s disappointment, you break away from the kiss and avoid his gaze.

“no… i should never have done that.” you spoke barely above a whisper.

miguel is taken aback by the sudden change of heart. not even a minute has passed and he misses your lips against his. but he realizes what has happened and he has never been so disappointed in himself. he allowed those temptations to consume him and look at the result. you turn away from him and feel ashamed, the one feeling he never wants to make you feel about yourself. you mean so much to him.

“lo siento, mi reina…” hint of regret and shame in his tone, making your heart ache.

there no intimate touches or moments after that. however, those restrictions only lasted a day.

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during one night, after having internal battles with yourself about your feelings for miguel and the consequences, you finally accepted your heart.

for once, you allow your heart to speak.

during this past month under his protection, spending every minute with him, you fell in love with your gentle knight. you love miguel and only want him. he has stolen your heart.

slipping on your silky robe and walking down the hallway, you head to miguel’s bedroom. standing in front of the door, a few inches away from it opening by itself, you stare it as your heart races in both excitement and anxiety. you’re about to confess your love for your charming knight. the man who has been by your side, protecting and caring for you.

inhaling a deep breath, you take a step forward and the door slides open. upon hearing the door open, miguel quickly walks over to see who is visiting him at this hour but stops when he sees you.

“mi reina, ¿que pasa? are you unwell? is there something wrong?” he asks with each step he takes towards you. a huge concern look on his face.

his worries fade away when you shake your head but he’s still curious about your sudden arrival.

“i need to speak to you.”

now he grew more curious but also a bit anxious. stepping to the side, miguel allows you entry to his private quarters. flashing a small smile as a thanks, you pass by him and walk towards the bed.

“what is it you wish to speak to me about, mi reina?” miguel asks softly as he follows you, standing behind you since your back is to him.

it’s silent for a moment. the anticipation lingers in the air. if you had advanced hearing, you’d hear both of your racing hearts. pounding like a drum.

“té quiero.”

those three words linger in the air. miguel is speechless, eyes wide and lips slightly agape. heart fluttering at your confession. a confession he has been dreaming since the beginning. a confession he reciprocates, wanting to share his own.

slowly turning around, you nervously meet his gaze. “i know i shouldn’t have these feelings for you… but i don’t care, not one bit.”

miguel remains speechless also enthralled. you feel the same. you long for him just as he longs for you. however, the fear still lingers.

“pero… the consequences? the scandal? it would ruin your reign.” miguel does not want to jeopardize your legacy, your reign as queen simply because of him. you’ve been an incredible monarch, serving the people of nueva york. betraying their trust because of your love for him is something he can’t allow.

“i can’t deny my heart.” you say softly.

fuck. his heart did a summersault. his love for you blossoms more than ever before.

“mi reina, ever since i was a child, i’ve always loved and cared you.” miguel takes a step closer, closing the remaining space between you two. “you consume my thoughts everyday. i can’t hide my true feelings for you anymore.”

your heart flutters, a warm sensation flowing through your body. slowly raising your hands, you gently cup his face. “then let’s not hide them anymore.”

miguel leans closer and you stand on your tippy toes, your lips meet once again in a passionate kiss. his large held your smaller shoulders, holding them as if they’re delicate. his gently grips on your robe, a silent ask. he feels you nod and he slowly pulls of your robe, exposing your shoulders but taking it off completely. it quietly drops onto the floor, pooling at your feet. now you’re left in your silky white nightgown. his heart flutters at the feeling of your soft skin. his hands slowly move down your back, settling on your waist. you shiver at the sensation, goosebumps forming on your skin. wrapping your arms around his bulky shoulders, your fingers dig into his hair. that elicited a muffled groan from him.

giving into his desires, miguel sought to deepen the kiss, altering the angle. it becomes more heated, sneaking a bit of pressure which elicits a soft moan from you. his lips leaves yours, brushing kisses along your jawline then to your neck. your mouth hangs slightly open, soft sighs spilling from your lips at the sensation. broad hands roam over your back, gently groping your curves through your nightdress. you melt under his touch, growing putty in his hold.

“miguel…” you whisper breathlessly.

he softly grunts in response, mind hazy from how heavenly his name sounds from your lips. continuing leaving kisses on your delicate neck as his hands continue roaming over your soft body. miguel is practically going insane of finally touching you, having you in his arms after years of longing.

“make love to me.”

before you even know it, you find yourselves on the bed. you resting on the plush mattress and miguel hovering over you, positioned in between your legs. your fingers dig into his chocolate locks while his hands gently grope your curves as you continue your passionate makeout session. his lips kiss every inch of exposed skin. from your jawline, your neck, down to your chest. a soft moan escapes you as his lips suck where your nipples would be through your nightdress. with consent, miguel gingerly removes your silky nightdress, leaving you bare to his gaze. your white panties as the only source preventing you from being completely bare to his eyes.

miguel takes his time worshiping your soft delicate breasts. kissing, licking, kneading them with such tenderness. almost experimentally. his tongue swirling and flickering your perky sensitive nipple. his plump lips sucking on it. each action rewards him with those heavenly moans of yours. music to his ears. miguel shows same affection towards your soft tummy, adoring it with kisses and licks.

with your consent, your panties were removed and now completely bare to your handsome lover.

miguel doesn’t hesitate and dives into the fountain of youth in between your legs. the room is filled with your moans and whimpers, the sounds of pleasure miguel was providing you. his tongue ravishes your wet core so experimentally. reaching those spots you’ve never knew existed, making you arch your back. as you reach the pinnacle of ecstasy, miguel devours every drop of your sweet nectar, drinking as if it’s an oasis. this man made you feel things you never felt before, so revolutionary.

once he removes his clothes and is bare, he settles in between your legs once again. your mouth falls open as his thick length slowly sides through your tight, wet walls. there were a few pauses in between, allowing yourself to adjust to his larger than average size. once he��s completely settled inside, you couldn’t hold back a soft moan. the bulbous tip of his cock rests against that sweet spot inside.

with a slow rock of his hips, a soft moan erupts form your throat. pleasure consumes both your bodies, your minds dazed. your tight walls squeeze his cock, making the man groan in pleasure. your nails leaving marks and idents on his muscular back as miguel continuously thrusts into you slowly. his bulbous tip repeatedly hitting your cervix, making you arch your back off the sheets. the mixture of your moans and his grunts mingle in the air. the four walls of the bedroom concealing your love-making session.

miguel softly whispers words of praise to you that makes your mind floaty. how beautiful you look as you take him so well. he relishes your expressions of pleasure, gazing at the angel underneath him. god you look even more ethereal. he can finally worship you properly. ecstasy consumes you entirely that you can only respond with whimpers and moans. he leaves soft kisses on your neck as he continues thrusting. your hands interlocked together, gently pressed against the pillow beside your head as your love-making progresses.

as you reach the pinnacle of ecstasy for the second time, you coat miguel’s cock with your sweet nectar. he follows suit not long after, releasing his thick seed deep in your womb, painting your walls white. a shared moan echoes in the air as you both climaxed. you softly pant in unison as you both come down from the peak of pleasure.

you wake up the next morning in the arms of your handsome lover. the beginning of your love affair.

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a secret relationship.

you and miguel continue this forbidden love affair for a few months. holding hands when one wasn’t looking. sharing intimate moments when alone. passionate kisses here and there. reoccurring nights of love-making in your bedroom. it was pure love.

the love was so strong you two married in secret. at the lake house where you shared your first kiss. the only witnesses were your trusted handmaiden lyla and miguel’s younger brother gabriel.

you knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with miguel and he wanted to spend it with you. even though the marriage is a secret, you’re forever together. once your reign is over and a new queen is elected, you and miguel will be able to live a free life.

the assassin was found but miguel remained as your permanent bodyguard, by your request. life in nueva york continued thriving until a conflict with another city ended it. the military was preparing for war, which included miguel since he was a general. you plead for him to not go, even thought about convincing captain stacy to not allow miguel to participate in the war but you know you can’t do that.

miguel eases your worries, holding you in his arms with a protective yet comforting grip. a hand gently stroking your hair as he calms you.

“i’ll return to you, mi reina. i promise you.”

with one final kiss, his eyes bore into yours, large hands cupping your tear stained cheeks. it pains him to leave you. to see tears trailing your angelic face. tears that he caused, it’s a stab to the heart. he can’t breathe without you. miguel doesn’t to go fight off in war but unfortunately it’s his duty, especially since he’s a general. but he promises to return to you.

“té amo.”

with that, you watch him walk away. tears trailing down your flushed cheeks. you want him to stay, by your side, but he has a duty to do and you have yours. all you can pray is for his safe return.

it’s been a week since miguel left for war. a week deprived of his love. during private moments, you speak to each other through holograms. he informs you with updates on the war. it’s still a long shot but there is progress. hopefully it’ll end soon.

one morning, you wake up with nausea. bolting to the restroom, you unleash that ugly feeling into the toilet. after cleaning up yourself, many thoughts invade your mind. what could possibly upset your stomach like that? was it the food you ate from last night’s dinner? no, dinner was delicious. are you ill? none of your handmaidens or staff members haven’t caught anything, at least what you know.

then, another scenario pops up.

you haven’t bled in a while. in fact, you might’ve passed the prediction date for your next cycle.

could you possible be…?

thankfully for the advanced technology you have, getting an answer would be easy. after doing a test with the help of your personal med droid, your eyes widen in shock at the results.

pregnant.

you’re pregnant, with miguel’s child.

part of you feels elastic about having a child with your secret husband. but the other part of you realizes how jeopardizing this would be.

a child with your personal bodyguard? that would cause the court to break out into chaos.

the scandal would threaten the crown.

you only have a year until your term is over and a new queen will be elected. however, that’s a year. it’ll only be a matter of time until your belly grows. hiding it is the only solution. from the court, handmaidens, staff and family members. the only person you would tell is lyla, your childhood best friend and loyal companion. she knows you like the back of her hand. you trust her completely with this shocking reveal.

unfortunately, you won’t be able to tell miguel until he returns from the war. and who knows how long that will be. you pray it ends soon and he returns.

until then, you have to keep another secret.

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four months has passed and the war has finally ended. the streets of nueva york cheer and celebrate now that peace has finally been restored.

it also means miguel is returning.

excitement flows through your veins. your husband finally returns home and you can’t wait to be in his arms after four months of deprivation. also, to share news of your unborn child. during these past four months, you’ve been wearing large gowns to conceal your swollen belly. luckily, no one has suspected.

dressed in a white silk cloak to hide you four month belly, you rush down the halls to greet your husband and father of your unborn child. oh how you missed him so much. it’s quite unbelievable how you managed to life without him for four months. without him by your side, without his touch, his comfort.

as you rush down the hall, you spot a figure tall figure dresses in black towards the end. your heart skips a beat, a smile forming on your face.

just as you reach him, your steps slow down and your enthusiasm dies down as you look up confusingly at the man in front of you. it’s miguel but he looks… different. normally when he’s with you, he has a gentle smile on his face. instead, it’s a scowl. furrowed thick brows and lips flat. he’s not even looking at you, instead the ground. he hasn’t even acknowledged your presence yet.

this confuses you. why is he behaving like this? cold, silent, angry. maybe the war has done some damage, it’s expected. but you expect him to overjoyed to see you as you are with him. those calls through holograms were prove. how badly he wanted to return to you and stay with you. seeked for your touch, longing to return to your arms.

now he has return and is the complete opposite.

“miguel…?”

taking a step closer, a soft gasp escapes your lips when his eyes finally meet yours. a horrified expression on your face.

his eyes are red. glowing and pierce.

you don’t recognize him. his eyes were brown like coco beans. sometimes stern but always soft when they meet yours. this time, red like blood and full of rage. the longer you stare, fear settles in. a feeling you never wished to feel when you look into his eyes.

his lips part open and your breath hitches. it’s unclear if you’re imagining things, but you saw a glimpse of fangs. pearly white fangs.

this can’t be your miguel. your husband. the father of your unborn child.

what happened to him?

who did this to him?

then, those red eyes soften. the scowl vanished, replaced with the old soft, loving expression he always had reserved for you.

“mi reina.”

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francesminos-tt · 5 months

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WEDDING NIGHT JOFFRON INSPIRED BY NUHON (it's your fault that made me addicted to this dynamic)

You know wedding night in this au is not gonna be happy!! You asked for it!!

Joffrey sat in his childhood room, alone, a deep forest green cloak draping over his shoulder. The fire was roaring in the hearth, making the room so warm that Joffrey was sweating in his wedding gown. He was exhausted, nervous, uncomfortably warm, but he didn’t dare to move. The headpiece on his head was heavily gilded, decorated with various gems and tassels, which made it so heavy that Joffrey couldn't move his head freely. The omega was confident that this headpiece sent by Dowager Queen Alicent was meant to torture him. So was his extremely stifling wedding gown. What other purpose could these unnecessarily extravagant outfit have, if not to put Joffrey through a hard time?

The Dowager Queen really didn't have to go such length to torture him, because being married to her son itself was the biggest torment. Joffrey remembered the conversation with his omega brother Lucerys earlier, when Lucerys came to help him dress.

“You are very beautiful, Joff.” Lucerys said, brushing Joffrey’s hair with scented oil to try taming the wild curls, “You will be the most beautiful bride Dragonstone has ever seen.”

There aren’t many weddings held in Dragonstone, Joffrey wanted to say, but eventually he decided to stay silent. He didn't want to embarrass Luke. Luke was the only one he could turn to in terms of omega experience. Joffrey could ask his mother, of course, or consult a maester about what was expected of him as an omega bride, but Joffrey was so scared that he might let his fear show. He couldn’t. He had to put on a strong face, for mother, for peace, and for the realm.

“I can’t believe my little brother is getting married.” Lucerys chuckled as he braided Joffrey’s hair to fit into the headpiece, “Are you excited, Joff?”

“I…” Joffrey paused, not sure what to say, “I don't know, Luke. It all happened so fast. One minute I was told that I presented as an omega, and the next I am getting married to Uncle Daeron.”

“It was a necessary decision,” Lucerys said, “doesn't mean it was easy.”

“I guess not.” Joffrey replied. Rationally, he could see the importance of this marriage, a symbol of union, of reconsolidation, of peace. Joffrey might be young, but he was not stupid. He had seen enough struggles and bloodshed to understand the importance of peace. The war needed to stop, or else the realm would go to ruin. If Joffrey’s marriage was what it took to stop the war, he would gladly accept his fate, no matter how gloomy the future seemed.

“If it will make you feel any better, I can assure you that Daeron is an honorable alpha.” Lucerys broke the silence again, now proceeding to apply some rogue on Joffrey’s cheek, “I have known him since before he presented. He is fiercely loyal to those who he loves. He will make a fine husband for you.”

Joffrey’s lip twitched, the question on the tip of his tongue, ready to slip at any moment.

“What is it, Joff?” Lucerys asked before Joffrey could open his mouth, clearly noticing Joffrey’s agitation. Lucerys was always so observant and smart, which Joffrey could never be.

“Does it hurt?” Joffrey whispered, his soft voice almost drowned out by the crackling fire.

Lucerys’s eyebrows raised in confusion, but his expression soon relaxed into a knowing smile.

“Maybe a little.” Lucerys replied, brushing Joffrey’s braids aside to expose the boy’s neck, “You know how it’s done, right? Daeron will bite your scent gland, right here. It might sting, but not too bad.”

“How does it feel?” Joffrey rubbed his unmarked neck nervously, dreading the fact that by the same time tomorrow, it would be scarred by a mating bite.

“It feels magical.” Lucerys said, “The union of an alpha and an omega is the most sacred thing nature can offer. Being claimed by your alpha doesn't mean you are conquered. It just means you and your husband are bond in blood and love.”

Blood, yes, but love? Joffrey wasn’t sure. He had only met Daeron a short time ago, but from what he learned, Daeron was obviously more interested in Lucerys than him. Joffrey hadn't spoken to Daeron after the betrothal, so he had no idea how Daeron felt about their union. Did Daeron accept the marriage because he had no other choice? Did Daeron agree to marry Joffrey as a way of showing loyalty to Lucerys? Did Daeron even remember Joffrey’s name?

Fortunately, Joffrey didn't have to worry for long. The bedroom door was pushed open, revealing a tall figure leaning against the door frame. A breeze of cool air rushed into the room, mitigating the stifling warmth just a bit. Joffrey lifted his head ever so slightly, and tried to make out the face of the intruder through silver tassels. He couldn't see it clearly, but he could tell the man was Daeron from the intense alpha scent. Burned incense, with a hint of honey. It felt like walking into a holy sept.

Daeron shut the door with his feet and walked briskly towards the bed. Joffrey closed his eyes instinctively, as if fearing Daeron would somehow hurt him.

“Good evening, my bride.” Daeron said cheekily as he sat down next to Joffrey, “Why are you still in that ridiculous gown?”

Joffrey didn't know what to say. He had no idea what to do. He didn’t dare taking off the gown because he had heard that alphas liked to strip omegas with their own hand. Did Daeron think he wanted to wear this gown? For fuck’s sake, he was soaking his undershirt in this warmth.

“I thought you might want me to leave it on.” Joffrey decided on the most unoffending words, “Husband.”

“Uh, by the Seven!” Daeron rolled his eyes, kicking off his own boots and climbing onto the bed, “No, get rid of it. I hate overly decorated stuff. And the headpiece, too. It almost broke my nose when I kissed you to seal the vow.”

It was true. They had some accident when exchanging vows, and Joffrey had been so scared that Daeron might stomp out of the door and annul the marriage. He couldn't let that happen. He needed to keep Daeron on their side. The war hadn't ended yet.

“Okay.” Joffrey nodded and began to take off his wedding gown. First the green cloak. It was customary for the groom to put the cloak of his house on the bride, a symbol of inclusion. The green cloak resembled House Hightower, and Joffrey hated it. He let the cloak fall to the floor before proceeding to his gown. The heavily embroidered gown joined the cloak shortly, followed by the headpiece, gloves, sashes, belt, inner petticoat, boots, a ruby brooch and a pearl necklace. Joffrey debated whether to leave his undershirt on or not. The shirt was soaked with his sweat, a large wet patch on both armpits and the back, undignified and filthy. He would probably be better off without it.

“Go on, take your undershirt off.” Daeron said just when Joffrey’s finger moved to the buttons.

Joffrey swallowed and did as he was told. Warm air touched his sweaty skin when the shirt slipped down his body, causing goose bumps to form on his torso. He wasn't cold, but he was so self-conscious that he couldn’t help but shivering.

“You look a lot like your brother,” Daeron commented as he got off the bed and wrapped an arm around Joffrey’s tiny waist, “but not as beautiful as him.”

Joffrey tried to remain calm, but the shivering just got worse. This time, it was from shame.

“Your eyes are not as big,” Daeron tilted Joffrey’s chin up and observed the boy, “your lips are not as fuller. You have nice skin, I must say, but I prefer a paler skin tone.”

“Like Lucerys?” Joffrey murmured, though he already knew the answer.

“Yes, like Lucerys. How strange, isn't it? He never gets tanned even though he spent a lot of time in the sun on that island. He is very swift with his slender form, but you, you are stronger. Stronger than an average omega.”

Because I have been training my whole life to be a knight. Joffrey had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from saying anything stupid.

Daeron ran his hand down Joffrey’s chest, lingering at his pink nipples for a moment before continuing downwards. He cupped Joffrey’s breast, measured the omega’s waist and hip, parted the omega’s legs to inspect Joffrey’s omega parts, and finally, Joffrey’s neck. When he was done, he turned Joffrey around the pushed the omega onto the bed.

“You are untouched.” Daeron said matter-of-factly, as if Joffrey was some kind of cargo that needed to be scrutinized.

“Of course I am!” Joffrey couldn’t believe his ears, “Do you think I am a whore?!”

“No. I think you are pure and honest.” Daeron climbed onto the bed too and pressed one of his knees on Joffrey’s back to prevent the omega from struggling, “But I need to make sure, okay? Every term in our marriage pact is crucial to the realm, so I need to make sure they are met. It’s not personal. I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable.”

“Let go of me!” Joffrey couldn’t handle the humiliation anymore. The way Daeron talked about him, compared him to Lucerys, handled him like he was a bag of potatoes, all infuriated him to no end. How dare Daeron treat him like he was an emotionless machine?

“Don't make it difficult for both of us, all right?” Daeron pressed harder, twisting both Joffrey’s arms behind the omega’s back, “Since I have proved your purity, we need to seal the pact. I am going to fuck you and bite you. It will hurt less if you stop struggling.”

“No!” Joffrey shouted desperately, “If you don't like me, why did you agree to the marriage? I will not let you claim me, you monster-”

“Don't make it sound as if you liked me.” Daeron scoffed. Even though Joffrey could not see the alpha’s face, he could picture Daeron rolling eyes, “The marriage is essential to stop the war, so I agreed to it. You have done your duty of staying pure and untouched, and now I am going to perform my duty too. As your husband, it is my duty to claim you and make your belly swollen with my child. In turn, it is your duty to stay obedient.”

“Is that what marriage means to you? Duty?” Joffrey asked, still fight the battle that he was destined to lose.

“Of course.” Daeron confirmed as he parted Joffrey’s buttocks to reveal the omega parts, two fat lips stubbornly closed, as if guarding the omega’s dignity, “Relax, or it will only hurt.”

Joffrey let out a pained groan as Daeron parted his lips roughly and inserted a finger into the place that had never been intruded before. It hurt. It hurt so much.

Daeron covered Joffrey’s body with his own, thrusting his fingers in and out of Joffrey’s pussy. Joffrey didn't have much slick to lubricate the movement, but Daeron didn't seem to care. He just carried out what he had learn in books. Find the right hole and put your cock in it.

Joffrey cried when Daeron’s cock entered him, the alpha’s teeth sunk deeply into the tender flesh of his scent gland.

It didn't feel magical at all. All Joffrey felt was pain, humiliation, and despair.

Their union was not sealed in blood and love. It was sealed by a twisted sense of duty and coldhearted indifference.

#house of the dragon #hotd #joffron #my asks #joffrey velaryon #daeron x joffrey #daeron the daring #I hope nuhon author won't kill me

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doveabovetheworld · 5 months

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Merry Christmas, Sammy

Summary; After a few months of your lover being on an adventure with his brothers and best friend, he finally comes home…

Warnings; mentions of war, battle wound, hinting towards sex but mostly fluff

A/N; Happy Holidays, @losfacedevil!!! I am very happy that I had the honor of being your Secret Santa! This was a cute idea that I shaped together out of the answers to each question I asked you. I really hope you like it, even if it’s a bit short. This was also set in the little universe that Greta made with their music, so this also kinda ties into a different series I’m starting soon. I hope everyone has a great holiday and enjoys this Sammy fic! Much love!

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It was 5 months since he left. His brothers asked if he’d go with them on a journey and although you weren’t so keen on it, you let him go. Your mind couldn’t help but worry with ‘what ifs’.

What if he isn't okay? What if he died? What if he won’t come back before Christmas?

He always came back for Christmas.

You didn’t even decorate the Christmas tree because that was always something you AND Sam always did. You wanted to wait for him but what if there was no point in waiting?

You let out a small sigh, walking from the kitchen towards the front door to get your coat and winter gear on.

You and Sam lived in a little cottage a few miles from a nearby town. It was a nice light brown cottage with flowers and a garden in the front. You guys also had a stables with a few horses behind the house as well. It was a comfy place you liked to call home.

While you were outside, caring for the horses, you heard the sound of footsteps ascending towards you. Before you could even look, you heard a familiar voice.

“I wasn’t gone too long, was I?”

You turned and saw Sam standing at the doors with a huge smile. He had his arms out, waiting for a hug, which you gladly responded with as you ran up to him.

As you two embraced, he kept planting small kisses all over your face, causing you to let out small laughs. You two hugged for about a good 3 minutes before you pulled away just to see his face. Those puppy dog eyes and a gorgeous smile that you haven’t seen in forever. You missed him.

“Sam… Oh my god…” you said as you held his face in between your palms. “I-I thought you died.”

Sam couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, “I’m sorry, princess… I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“No, no, don’t say sorry,” You said with a smile. “I was just worried after what I heard about what the journey was, y’know?”

“Well, I’m here now, aren’t I? No need to worry any longer.” He said as he leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss.

You both were sitting on the sofa, looking at the now-decorated Christmas tree. The warmth from the fireplace and the blankets, not to mention Sam’s body heat as you cuddled, was comfortable enough to make you fall asleep.

Sam had his arm around you, keeping you as close to him as possible, as you laid your head against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat. You could smell the scent of pine and sap from the tree. You could feel his fingers softly run through your hair. You could taste the sugar cookies you and him just eaten. You saw the content smile on his soft face as he held you. This was all you both wanted. This was home.

“Tell me about the mission you guys went on.” You said, smiling at him.

He looked down at you and kissed the top of your head.

“Where do I even start?” He chuckled and moved so that way he could look directly into your eyes. “It was insane. We saw almost all of the hillsides and kingdoms and towns and valleys in all of the continent. We fought in some pretty big battles, Jake, Josh, Danny, and I. I also got a pretty good battle wound too.”

He smiled proudly as he took off his shirt and showed you a scar on the side of his torso. It seemed to have healed itself but you couldn’t help but gasp.

“Sammy… what happened…?”

“Oh, it was during a battle. It’s okay though, it was a few months ago, and I’m fine.” He rushed to say as he saw the panic in your eyes.

You were about to say something before he spoke again, “No need to worry, sweetie. I promise you, I’m okay.”

“Sam…” you started. “I hate seeing you hurt.”

He gave you the saddest smile before pulling you onto his lap and hugging you. You felt his chilled skin against your clothes. His breath was on your neck and he gave small kisses to your shoulder. He wanted to reassure you that he was okay, and you believed it but of course, you’d worry. He’s your boyfriend.

“Baby, I know how much this journey means to you but what if one day you leave and… what if you don’t come back?” You asked with grief. This was a thought you never wanted to think of.

“I’ll be back. Princess, love, I will always be here,” He said with that same smile and those puppy dog eyes. He ran his hand through your hair. “I promise.”

You couldn’t help but smile and leaned down, kissing his forehead. You noticed some light blush spread across his face.

“Hey, there was a Christmas light festival in town… maybe we can go?” You suggested, wanting to make the tone a bit more upbeat once again.

His smile grew even more before saying, “Yes! That’s perfect!”

You both walked a couple of miles to the nearby village, able to see a festival full of candlelight and flowers. It was a gorgeous sight, multiple different colors blinding you both. He held your hand tightly, lightly stroking the top of your hand with his thumb. You smiled, thankful that he was back and making you smile.

He pointed out a bouquet of red roses and smiled as he said, “They remind me of you because you’re just as beautiful. Remember when we first met?”

You let out a small laugh, thinking of the time in the tavern a couple of years ago. You both ran in due to the snowstorm hitting the city. He was with his older brothers and best friend on some sort of mission to get some extra money. He bumped into you on accident, spilling his beer on your dress.

“Yeah, and you still have the same baby face I fell in love with,” you answered, as he blushed at your comment.

You remember seeing his brown eyes and the apologetic look on his face as he repeatedly said “I’m sorry”, over and over again. He offered you a drink and the rest is history. You both clicked immediately and after that night of exchanging stories, he gave you a rose. He wanted you to remember him before he left. And you did.

The whole night he held your hand, keeping you close to him in an attempt to keep you warm. That was something you liked about him. How much of a gentleman he’s always been. He gave you a small kiss on your forehead before catching sight of a dog.

“Oh my god, look!” He yelled out, pointing to the dog with a smile. He looked like a little kid and his expression made you laugh.

“You wanna go say hi?” You asked, squeezing his hand.

“I wanna go say hi.” He said before running towards the dog, taking you with him. He crouched down as he saw the animal, putting his hand out and saying in the softest voice possible, “Hey, buddy… I’m Sam and this is Y/N. What’s your name?”

You couldn’t help but smile at Sam as he conversed with the dog, getting permission to pet it as the dog moved closer. Sam took up the dog’s offer and let go of your hand as he petted the dog.

“Does he have an owner?” You asked, a bit worried about the dog being in the cold.

“I’m not too sure, actually…” Sam said as he smiled at the dog. “Maybe we can keep him if he doesn't.”

You smiled and let out a small laugh.

“Maybe. He is definitely a real sweet one.” You replied, crouching down next to Sam to pet the dog.

“Let’s bring him home, just for the night. Please? We can’t keep him out in the cold. And anyway, we can see if he has an owner tomorrow morning.” Sam begged, putting on a fake pout and puppy dog eyes. He knew you were a sucker for the pout.

You rolled your eyes playfully and smiled before agreeing, along with Sam repetitively thanking you. The dog even seemed happy as it looked at the two of you with a glint in its eyes. You knew you made the right choice. If he had an owner, you’d find them

tomorrow, but all you guys cared about right now was making sure the dog didn't freeze to death in the snow.

You and Sam, along with the dog, were back home. You guys were cuddled up on the bed and under the covers, the dog, whom you decided to name Oakley, at the end near your feet. Sam had his arms around you, keeping your head near his chest so you could hear his heartbeat. He ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your forehead.

“You look really pretty…” he mumbled quietly.

You blushed at his compliment, smiling lightly.

“Thank you. You look really handsome yourself,” you answered back, moving a bit closer to him if it was even possible.

“Hey, Y/N?” Sam mumbled after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah, Sam?”

“I love you.”

You smiled to yourself and gave his collarbone a small kiss before saying quietly, “I love you too…”

His hands around your waist held you tighter as if he thought that if he let go, you’d disappear. He kept leaving small kisses on your forehead down to the tip of your nose to your cheeks and then to your lips.

“What if we kicked Oakley out for a bit? He wouldn’t mind…” he mumbled as he gave small kisses on your neck.

“No, probably not,” you agreed, moving onto your back so he was on top of you.

“God, I missed you.” He said in a breathless voice before kissing your lips with force.

After the kiss broke, you ran your hand through his hair and smiled. “Me too. You’ll never know how much I missed you…”

“Don’t worry. You’ll never have to miss me again.”

“Promise?” You asked, looking up at him pleadingly.

“I promise, princess.” He said before kissing you again.

You knew he meant it. You saw it in his eyes and you felt it in the kiss. You knew he was infatuated with you and you knew he felt at home when he was with you. This was just one of the many Christmases you’d spend together.

“Merry Christmas, Sammy,” you mumbled after the kiss, feeling his hands squeeze at your waist and hold onto you.

“Merry Christmas, sweetie.”

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#greta van fleet #gvf #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #sammy kiszka #sammy kiszka fic #sam kiszka x reader #sam kiszka fic #sam greta van fleet #sammy <3 #sam gvf

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surveillance-0011 · 1 year

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It’s been a while since I’ve tboi posted and I’ve def said this before but I like how the horsemen r like that . Such simple designs but they get across just the right vibe

There’s a sort of innocence in it. Isaac’s interpretation of the bringers of everyone’s doom is a couple of silly kinda gross/nasty guys that ride on toy horses that laugh and cheer when they see each other beat up babies. And sometimes cry when their horsies r taken away.

But they also have that same odd-kilter edge of grossness and morbidity. They’re not just a skinny one, a sick one an angry one and a skeleton; they’re corpses (debatable in War’s case, the redness could also read as burns and heavy scarring or exposed skin). Famine and Pestilence are decomposing. Every horse is as worse for wear as its owner. And theyre all legitimate threats, if not on a typical run then in the final confrontation for sure. There’s also their theme, how it changes to fit them all, its sophistication as Death enters the fray.

Death is a skeleton alone. It’s a universal symbol, but he’s exactly what he should be, a way to show death as an equalizer and a truth isaac must face. He doesn’t need to be flashy or a new twist. He works. And he’s funny.

But the mix just goes to show that for his odd taste and better-than-average knowledge of the Bible, Isaac is still a little kid. One who had the whole weight of the world shifted onto his shoulders as his family fell apart and he became the victim of neglect, abuse and extreme religious beliefs. He is terrified and distraught, forced to deal with much more than most other kids deal with. Instead of getting a happy, safe childhood, he spends what little years he has… like this. To the point where his mind becomes this dark place, where even the most childish and idealized aspects become warped and unsafe. And of course, the Horsemen aren’t the only aspect that show this, but I feel they do act as a more notable display of this alongside some other bosses and aspects of the game…

And Conquest… ah… Dare I say the most “mature” of Isaac’s horsemen, in terms of what the boy is going through in his head. Maybe he shares this award with death, though. Not only does Isaac acknowledge the forgotten one, but… there’s just something so. Interesting about the state Conquest is in. He, too, is a corpse, but he’s not quite like the others. He is not that skeleton picked clean and is very visibly dead, but he is relatively intact and well preserved. Even the horse head seems alright. There is… honor. Respect. Humanity. Glory. He himself is holy, one of two enemies that attack w/ beams of light. The other is Isaac.

And that’s just. It’s a lot to unpack. But I think it’s telling that Conquest is the holy one. The white rider basked in holy light, not aligned with any demon, able to keep a body not rotting, burnt or stripped of flesh…

And maybe that’s why he’s the “forgotten” one. The reason he’s not with the Beast and other demons.

Because no one wants to admit those that call themselves holy the most are the ones doing the destroying.

And In killing his own “holy” self and Dogma, Isaac already destroys the standards he was held to and overcomes the brunt of the trauma from the fundamentalist beliefs imposed upon him. Conquest is really only an extension of that. He need not fight him. Now it’s a fight against the aftermath, the rest of the pain, the worst his mother sent to him…

But the source? Dogma. And conquest dies with dogma.

#sorry if this doesn’t make too much sense I am. thinking very very hard #but I feel I cannot word how much this is like. rocking my world rn #my head is gonna explode ala scanners #it can be that deep. it can be.#the binding of isaac #tboi #binding of Isaac #tboi horsemen #tboi conquest #.txt #binding of isaac repentance #tboi theory #ig #speculation #tboi speculation #video game speculation #tboi death #abuse mention #suicide mention

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omg your ocs they all look so cool please tell me about them!!

For context the story takes place in an alternate universe where 'Japan' is on the mainland in late Sengoku era as provinces try to crystalize power (the setting itself is kinda bonkers but I'll leave it like that for now). Also ghosts, spirits and gods (kami/kamuy) are very much a real tangible thing.

And these guys are part of a gang: there’s a core group and satellite groups that come and go depending on the situation, though mostly it’s the core group that moves between the satellite groups – their goal is destabilization of the current samurai class as the poor and disenfranchised are seeking justice, especially given the warring era that has been going on for the past decades. They’re called the Mononoke Ikki by outsiders due to their elusiveness and seemingly non-human capabilities.

The groups most notable member is definitely Nagato, a man who can inflict pain onto others by injuring himself simply by being in the your vicinity – on top of that he’s said to be quite a skilled and vicious fighter despite being frail: his body is covered in scars and he’s very gaunt, malnourished even. On top of that he is also Ainu (and trans). The group respects him greatly for all his efforts, but he’s a difficult man to engage with. The place as a whole that he occupies in this world is complicated and in his attempts to move towards independence and justice he’s still managed to harm exactly those who he’s trying to protect - he’s a can of worms.

But not de de facto leader:

That honor goes to O-Kiku. She’s tiny, only 4’5/140cm, but she’s charismatic, determined, ruthless even. She’s the one that built most of the relationships the group benefits from and has so far manage to achieve all that she set out to do; she manages to command respect, even if her motives aren’t entirely clear, she manages to convince. The only person that actually seems to know the true goals she’s actually aiming for is Nagato, both of whom are apparently founders of this group; they’re the core of the core of this Mononoke Ikki – would be a shame if something were to happen to that wouldn’t it?

Especially since men like Kojuro, a man from a fishing village, the province of which seems to always be under some outsider’s rule, always struggling for independence; a man who came packaged deal with his own gang that see him as a symbol of resistance against the oppressive classes, especially since his forehead is tattooed branding him as a murderer (of samurai, twice.) He also has tattoos on his back, taking pride in being seen as a pest by the ruling class. He’s deeply loyal to O-Kiku’s cause, for better or worse. Oh and he’s absolutely massive in stature, tall and muscular he dwarfs almost everyone he stands next to-

There’s also Acipo, the oldest of the core group, also Ainu, trying his darnest to take care so that Nagato doesn’t throw himself off the deep-end just yet, but his attempts always seem a bit too gentle to ever seem to steer him in the direction Acipo hopes him to go into. Still he’s an anchor, not just for Nagato, whom he knows since he was a child, but to the entire group, offering experience and reason.

Another member of the core group, somehow even more elusive is a frail woman that goes by O-Ai, or just Ai. She doesn’t talk a lot and has a blind eye, while at the same time she exudes an even greater aura/blood lust than that of Nagato’s to whom she is very close with. She hands around Acipo a lot as well and I’m not sure how much I can talk about her without giving away key aspects of not just the plot, but the relationships that uphold that plot-

Last to join the core group is a young man that chose to cut his hair; he’s of samurai blood, not just that, he’s from the Hokke, he’s of the Fujiwara, and yet decided to desert all that and tag along, drawn in by the fact that he at last found someone else that shares that 6th sense, that ability that Nagato and Ai have. He’s also most definitely feral, and despite his upbringing is consistently rude and obstinate, but a fantastic archer.

Tagging along with the group there’s also Hiko, a mercenary that was sent to investigate the Mononoke Ikki and report back, only she found herself enthralled by the goings on of the inside of the group. She seems to be about the only person that challenges O-Kiku’s choices, equally charming, but fun, playful even. She’s Romani, but she was detached from her people for most of her life and like most of the people of the group, finding herself walking a thin line in a liminal space of intersecting identities.

Not formally part of the group and only barely tagging along, there’s Monashir, Hiko’s girlfriend. She is also Ainu, but unlike those from the gang, she’s a core part of her community, whom she’d do anything to protect. She does not like Nagato, or appreciate the way he goes about things. She’s a mother, she has responsibilities, which sometimes barely leave her to be herself and again her character forms one of the main pillars of the emotional conflict going on between these characters.

Oh I almost forgot. There’s a ghost too; just a genuine, man-eating ghost. His name is Honda and someone’s going to get into this guy’s pants ;)

#the shadow men #ALL CRITIQUES HERE ARE WELCOME!#i am working outside of my lived experience but I'm trying to parse a lot of things to get a better grasp of like identity intersectionalit #grief loss gender and the way trying to do good from a privileged position can in turn harm or drown out genuine movements of minorities #i gotta tackle my own preconceptions

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sxugaryx · 7 months

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New Year, New Journey (Fanfic)

New Chapter from my main series <3

The new year was here, it was December 31st and although the scars of the disaster still linger in the minds of everyone, life must move on, by now, it was official to say, that everything had gone back to normal, it was, a strange feeling, seeing the world fall apart, just for it to rebuild the pieces so soon, almost as if nothing had happened, Pinocchio found it odd, how people could move on so fast, for something so horrible, he couldn’t really understand, because even if he now had a somewhat normal life, he could never forget everything he went through, everything his loved ones went through.

“My dear, awful things happen, all the time, things like war or natural disasters, and many people die, but we all have to move on, picking up the pieces, but that’s how life is” His mother was talking with him, he had joined her and Polendina to drink some coffee in the morning, his father was still in bed, “Let your father rest, for once, he deserves to oversleep a bit”

Pinocchio was drinking his coffee, he didn’t like black coffee so he added milk and a ridiculous amount of sugar, Antonia found it amusing, her boy was so adorable when it came to trying to act formal like her, he tried to hold the cup, just like she was doing, and it almost slipped his hands.

“Hopefully this new year will bring prosperity towards Krat, the people here deserve only the best” Antonia was an important figure in Krat, for her many years of life, she had seen Krat grow into the place it had become now, and she saw the destruction that rampaged the place, she was very proud of the people of Krat, after events like this, it takes years for people to go back to their new “normal” although after situations like this happen, there is never a normal, it’s before and after the catastrophe happened, yet the people of Krat rallied together, they wouldn’t let the situation take them down, all those deaths were not in vain, we all had to work together to make Krat a better place.

“I must say, it’s honorable how far we all have come, specially you Pinocchio, you have come so far, you aren’t the same boy as the one that awoke in the train station”

“Really?” Pinocchio had asked sincerely, a lot of people told him how much he had changed, yet he always felt those were all nice compliments.

“Well, you are still very polite, and a very good boy, but look at you now, you could barely hold a conversation, Gemini had to do all the talking on your part, you were always so quiet, and I don’t think it was just because you didn’t know what to say, you were…” Antonia paused, she had never had a conversation like this with him before, “A very sad boy, to be frank, I could tell, that a lot of the time, your smile, was just for us not to worry about you”

Pinocchio put his cup down, he couldn’t deny that it wasn’t true, over time, he gained skills, he became stronger, and he had always deeply cared about his loved ones, but it was only until everything was finally over, that he felt he was actually allowed to be himself, the trauma of the event had never left him, Pinocchio still has nightmares, he still has doubts about it all, yet he feels at peace with himself, emotions are complicated, and he finally feels like he truly belongs, that he isn’t just a tool, a means to an end, he isn’t Carlo either, he is his own, and he has no doubts about it.

“I’m happy now, with all of you, happy to be with you Mother”

Antonia took her son’s hand, “You never know what life it’s going to give you next, my sweet boy, know that no matter what, I will always be there for you, may this new year bring you only the best”

Pinocchio was feeling overwhelmed, he felt lucky, so lucky, he had imagined before, what life would be like without the fighting, and it was even better than what he envisioned, he began to cry, Pinocchio got out of his chair and kneeled next to his mother, his head was on her lap, hugging her while kneeling down, Antonia played her son’s hair “There, there” her boy is so sensitive.

“Polendina my love, would you mind leaving us alone for a moment?”

“Yes, of course, it’s time for me to attend the counter as well”

Polendina left the two of them alone, it was best for them to have their privacy, and he is proud of Pinocchio as well, for everything he has overcome, once on the counter, it didn’t take long for a man to appear in the front door, and make his way the reception desk.

“Excuse me, is Giuseppe Geppetto here at this hotel?”

———

After some time, they all meet each other in the garden, everyone but Geppetto was there, Polendina told Pinocchio that a business partner was speaking with his father, they were making small talk while together, it was nice, to be able to spend so much time with each family.

“Is it too early to say new year, new me?” Eugéne felt like shifting the conversation into something more fun.

“Depends, what’s your New Year’s resolution Miss Eugéne?” Pulcinella asked, playing along.

“Improve my craft obviously, maybe lose some weight” Eugéne was sure that she could do the first one, the second one on the other hand.

“Oh please, you don’t need to lose weight at all, you are okay how you are Eugéne, don’t feel pressured by others to change your appearance, besides, no one actually loses weight as a New Year’s resolution,” Venigni said, too confident in his words as usual.

“Please, ignore Master Venigni he only says that because he has never actually lost weight when he has wished for it on New Year’s” Pulcinella was teasing Venigni, he gave him a look, maybe his face wasn’t that expressive but Venigni could see a smile on his face.

“Hey, Pulcinella, don’t out my secrets like that”

“No no no, please continue Pulcinella” Eugéne was now excited to hear more.

“Did you know that Master Venigni used to wet the bed until-“

“Pulcinella stop it!” Venigni grabbed at his friend's shoulders, shaking him a bit.

Everyone laughed, Gemini thought it would be a good idea to tease Pinocchio a bit, “I know that it isn’t news that Pinocchio cries a lot, but did you guys know that the first time ever that Geppetto arrived home late, Pinocchio cried for two hours straight?”

“Gemini, I was just worried!”

It was the first and only time his father had arrived late, not only because he didn’t want to make the same mistake he did in the past, but because also it took Geppetto another hour to console Pinocchio and reassure him it would never happen again.

“He just accidentally missed his ride close to home, and you were acting as if he had died”

“Well at least I’m not a bug magnet, you know it’s annoying to get all those bugs out of your cage when we are outside at night right?”

“Shut up! The bugs just… think I’m too handsome, that’s why they flock over me”

Since everyone was playing along, Polendina decided that it was his turn this time.

“Speaking of bugs, I’m surprised Antonia is so fond of you Gemini, since she is so terrified of them after all”

“What? I’m not afraid of simple creatures such as bugs” Antonia was flustered.

“Why I remember you screaming like a maniac two weeks ago when a small moth had entered your room, begging me to take it outside”

“That thing wasn’t small at all!” In Antonia’s mind, that moth was the size of Jupiter.

They all laughed, and Eugéne was happy no one knew any of her embarrassing secrets, then again, aside from a few embarrassing memories she had as a child, nothing really came to mind.

“Sooo, Eugéne what are you hiding from us?” Shoot, Pinocchio had read her mind.

“Nothing, nothing at all”

“Come on… we won’t tell anyone”

Very soon, everyone started to list possible things that could be embarrassing, yet triumphantly, no one of them had happened to her, Eugéne had won this competition, and she had the bragging rights about it.

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At the Hotel lobby, Geppetto was speaking with the man who had asked for him, a fellow engineer he went to school with, they had known each other for a long time, yet they didn’t see each other often, his friend lived in London after all, it had been years since they last saw each other.

“So, Alexander, what brings you here to Krat?”

“Am I not allowed to say hi to an old friend?” Alexander had a playful tone, but then he took a serious one.

“I’m going to be real Geppetto, for a long time, I thought you were dead, I haven’t heard from you in so long, the last time we spoke was when Carlo was born, and when Krat was under attack, all contact was lost, I was sure you had perished in the conflict”

Geppetto was mostly recognized in his home country, he could see that news of his survival wouldn’t have reached London, and although he still worked, nowhere near as much as he did before, in fact, he worked fewer hours than the average man, not only for his age, but for Pinocchio’s sake as well, and he still had a good amount of money saved up from all the years of working, he didn’t need to work so many hours.

“Well, I guess I’m full of surprises”

“Geppetto, on my way to Krat I have heard some rumors” Alexander took a deep breath “Is it true? That Carlo is now gone?”

“Yes, it’s true” For a long time, every time people would ask, Geppetto would shut down, but Geppetto had grown, he had to finally move on, it didn’t make the pain of saying that he had lost his son any easier, but he could now say it, without breaking into tears, without deluding himself that he could bring Carlo back.

“I see, and is it also true that you have another son? One who is a puppet? I heard he is the one who supposedly saved Krat as well” Alexander didn’t want to sound rude, it was just that the entire situation seemed too hard to believe.

“Pinocchio is more than just a puppet, but to answer your question without a long explanation, yes, and he truly was the one to save us from the disaster”

Alexander smiled, “Then you really are full of surprises” he really couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he could tell Geppetto was at least content about his situation, he didn’t know that Geppetto was actually very happy about how his life currently was, but their friendship had died down over time, and Alexander felt uncomfortable asking more details.

“Let me be honest again Geppetto, I’ve come here to ask for your help in a project I’m working on”

Straight to the point, Alexander was always like that, Geppetto actually liked that about him, no tip towing around the issue, and he was always direct with his communication, something that is very much appreciated when it came to that work environment.

“What sort of project?”

———-

It had been hours since Pinocchio last saw his father, he wondered what was going on, but he thought it best not to interrupt his talk. Everyone kept with their chat, although Polendina eventually went back to the front desk, and Venigni and Pulcinella were talking about Venigni’s agenda, he would go back to work on the second of January.

“Hey, buddy would you like to one day visit somewhere that isn’t Krat?” Gemini asked Pinocchio, he liked Krat, but Gemini would be lying if he said he didn’t want to explore the world a bit.

“I mean yeah, I would but, I don’t want to leave everyone behind”

Antonia gave out a small chuckle, “My boy, it’s okay for you to wish to leave, everyone deserves a vacation now and then, and visiting other places is always a great experience”

“Really? But…”

“Don’t worry too much about it Pinocchio, I’m sure all of us would love to leave Krat more, and visit somewhere else” Eugéne had her business now, and she hoped for one day to save enough, close the shop for some time and visit the home where her family came from.

“I’ve visited quite a few places in my youth, I would love to bring you to some of the locations I’ve been to” Antonia was a powerful woman, she had traveled around many parts of Europe. Mmm now that the thought was in her mind, maybe she and Polendina should plan a special vacation, just for the two of them.

“Ah traveling is so fun, your uncle Venigni can take you to so many places” Venigni said.

“And let me do all the planning right?” Pulcinella knows Venigni too well, he deeply cares for him, but he knows that his planning skills are atrocious, and sometimes he wonders how he would do without him to plan all of his work events.

“Oh Pulcinella, of course! What would I do without you?”

Pinocchio was excited now, “Then, I would love to travel somewhere someday!”

Geppetto had just entered the garden, and he smiled, “Then I have good news for you son”

————

They said their congratulations and welcomed the new year together, but the celebration always has to come to an end, by the second, everyone was back to their normal routine, except for Geppetto and Pinocchio, as they were planning to leave on the 6th of the month, and return on the 20th, the work trip would last 2 weeks in total, Geppetto reassured his son that he wouldn’t spend all of his time working, that they would have plenty of time to visit and tour around, the first 3 days of the trip would take most of his work time, but after that, they could do anything he wanted.

As Pinocchio was packing his bags, he felt an aura inside his heart.

“Pinocchio there is something I must tell you”

It was Sophia.

“In my travels, I had planned to go to London as well, I have my tickets ready, and I would arrive there by the 18th”

Pinocchio’s heart skipped a beat “Then those days, we can spend it together!”

Pinocchio could feel Sophia’s warm smile.

“I promise you, I’ll be there”

“And I promise to spend time with you!”

Days later at the station, they all had gathered to say their goodbyes and to wish them luck on their trip.

Inside the train, the train, they all made it to their reserved seats, Pinocchio had a big smile on his face.

“Are you happy to see London buddy?” Gemini asked, seeing how excited he was.

“Yes! I’m so excited to see it!” He is excited to see what people he will meet, and the time he will spend with his father and Gemini.

And he is excited to see Sophia as well.

#lies of p #lop #liesofp #lies of p game #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p fanfic #lies of p geppetto #lies of p venigni #lies of p antonia #lies of p pulcinella #lies of p polendina #lies of p eugene #ao3 link #this is in ao3 too

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Mulan (1998) Lyric Meme

Under the cut you will find 80+ lyrics from the 1998 version of Mulan to use for your enjoyment!

Honor To Us All 1. “This is what you give me to work with? Well, honey, I’ve seen worse.”

2. “We are gonna turn this sow’s ear into a silk purse.”

3. “We’ll have you washed and dried, primped and polished til you glow with pride.”

4. “Trust my recipe for instant bride.”

5. “You’ll bring honor to us all.”

6. “Wait and see, when we’re through boys will gladly go to war for you.”

7. “A girl can bring her family great honor in one way.”

8. “Men want girls with good taste.”

9. “We all must serve our emperor who guards us from the Huns. A man by bearing arms, a girl by bearing sons.”

10. “When we’re through, you can’t fail.”

11. “How could any fellow say no sale?”

12. “Now add a cricket just for luck and even you can’t blow it.”

13. “Ancestors, hear my plea. Help me not to make a fool of me.”

14. “Keep my father standing tall.”

15. “Scarier than the undertaker we are meeting our matchmaker.”

16. “Please look kindly on these cultured pearls.”

17. “Please bring honor to us all.”

Reflection

18. “Look at me, I will never past for a perfect bride or a perfect daughter.”

19. “Can it be I’m not meant to play this part?”

20. “Now I see that if I were truly to be myself, I would break my family’s heart.”

21. “Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me?”

22. “Why is my reflection someone I don’t know.”

23. “Somehow I cannot hide who I am, though I’ve tried.”

24. “When will my reflection show who I am inside?”

Make A Man Out Of You

25. “Lets get down to business to defeat the Huns.”

26. “Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons?”

27. “You’re the saddest bunch I ever met, but you can bet before we’re through, Mister I’ll make a man out of you.”

28. “Once you find your center, you are sure to win.”

29. “You’re a spineless, pale, pathetic lot and you haven’t got a clue.”

30. “Somehow I’ll make a man out of you.”

31. “I’m never gonna catch my breath.”

32. “Say goodbye to those who knew me.”

33. “Boy was I a fool in school for cutting gym.”

34. “This guy’s got ‘em scared to death.”

35. “Hope he doesn’t see right through me.”

36. “Now I really wish that I knew how to swim.”

37. “We must be swift as a coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon.”

38. “Heed my every order and you might survive.”

39. “You’re unsuited for the rage of war. So pack up, go home. You’re through.”

40. “How could I make a man out of you?”

A Girl Worth Fighting For

41. “For a long time we’ve been marching into battle.”

42. “In our thundering herd, we feel a lot like cattle.”

43. “Like the pounding beat, our aching feet aren’t easy to ignore.”

44. “Think of instead a girl worth fighting for.”

45. “I want her paler than the moon with eyes that shine like stars.”

46. “My girl will marvel at my strength, adore my battle scars.”

47. “I couldn’t care less what she’ll wear or what she looks like. It all depends on what she cooks like beef, pork, chicken.”

48. “Bet the local girls thought you were quite the charmer.”

49. “I’ll bet the ladies love a man in armor.”

50. “You can guess what we have missed the most since we went off to war.”

51. “My girl will think I have no faults.”

52. “How ‘bout a girl who’s got a brain who always speaks her mind?”

53. “My manly ways and turn of phrase are sure to thrill her.”

54. “He thinks he’s such a lady-killer.”

55. “I’ve a girl back home who’s unlike any other.”

56. “The only girl who’d love him is his mother.”

57. “When we come home in victory, they’ll line up at the door.”

True To Your Heart

58. “I knew at once that you were meant for me.”

59. “Deep in my soul I know that I’m your destiny.”

60. “Don’t think so much. Let your heart decide.”

61. “I see your future and it’s tied to mine.”

62. “I look in your eyes and see you searching for a sign.”

63. “You’ll never fall til you let go.”

64. “Don’t be so scared of what you don’t know.”

65. “You must be true to your heart.”

66. “That’s when the heavens will part and shower you with my love.”

67. “Open your eyes. Your heart can tell you no lies.”

68. “When you’re true to your heart, I know it’s gonna lead you straight to me.”

69. “Someone you know is on your side can set you free.”

70. “I can do that for you if you believe in me.”

71. “Why second guess what feels so right?”

72. “Just trust your heart and you’ll see the light!”

73. “Your heart knows what’s good for you.”

74. “Let your heart show you the way.”

75. “My heart is driving me to where you are.”

76. “You won’t get lost with your heart to guide you.”

77. “When things are getting crazy and you don’t know where to start, keep on believing.”

Reflection (single)

78. “You may think you see who I really am, but you’ll never know me.”

79. “Every day it’s as if I play a part.”

80. “If I wear a mask, I can fool the world, but I cannot fool my heart.”

81. “I am now in a world where I have to hide my heart and what I believe in.”

82. “Somehow I will show the world what’s inside my heart and be loved for who I am.”

83. “Must I pretend that I’m someone else for all time.”

84. “There’s a heart that must be free to fly that burns with a need to know the reason why.”

85. “Why must we all conceal what we think, how we feel?”

86. “Must there be a secret me that I’m forced to hide?”

87. “I won’t pretend that I’m someone else for all time.”

#rp meme #roleplay meme #lyric meme #disney meme #mulan

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The Jackson MacKenzie Chronicles: Peace at a Cost by Angel Giacomo

MWSA Review Pending

Author's Synopsis

War – What happens to the soldiers who fight them? Do they just go home and ride off into the sunset? Do they return to their families and a normal life? Or do they have an internal war? Trying to come to terms with what happened to them and their buddies in a war that no one wanted. Scars made not only outside but inside. Called baby killer, murderer and so many others vile names. Ignored and sometimes abused by the very system they gave their oath and sometimes their lives to protect. Lt. Colonel Jackson MacKenzie is one of those men. He gave all on many occasions and nearly gave his life to honor his oath and the men with which he served in Korea and Vietnam. Only to be betrayed by those above him. Those who know the truth but refuse to come forward. Honor, Duty, Country, Loyalty aren’t just words to him. They are his life. His problem, does he follow his heart and stand by his duty or disappear into his mind and let his demons take over? His other choice, live the rest of his life as a simple cowboy hiding out on a cattle ranch in Montana? It is a decision both hard and easy. And one he has to make or lose himself entirely.

Format(s) for review: Paper and Kindle

Review Genre: Fiction—Mystery/Thriller

Number of Pages: 285

Word Count: 104,715

#MWSA Review Pending #2023 Season #Mystery/Thriller

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ybpoetry · 1 year

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Necropolitics

The U.S has a open wound

Instead of scars its walls

Blood is shed in these walls

Walls of hope and pain

About 500 children cross the border per day

Many are not found

The children's parents call

Beyond the wall

While their bodies remain unknown

These children maintain the will to fight and to continue to walk

Through the sonora desert

Through Baja California

Through Chihuahua and Nuevo Leon

Through drowns and heat exhaustion

This year 800 migrants have died alone

To chase after the US dream

Not the american one

America is a continent not the U.S.

Continuing to erase other cultures, countries and stories by labeling the U.S

America, dont forget its turtle island not JUST the U.S.

I honor those who fought for their land

Who fight back against the U.S. interventions

Or did you forget why so many people are trying to cross

This false border that has created a moral panic of terriorism

Through politics such as the 1823: Monroe doctrine and fake fear towards real people that are trying to survive this colonial matrix

Remember the names,

Che Guevera

Pancho Villa

en 1954: Dolores Lebron Sotomayor fought against Puerto Rico's independence from U.S. interventions

Tupac Amaru el seguando fought for his indigenous freedom from the Spanish in peru

En Chile

Salvador Allende que fue un Presidente socialista and the US completed a coup under his presidency

Víctor Lidio Jara Martínez who is a political activist as a artists and was assassinated under Pinochet dictatorship that murdered over ten thousand innocents

En Brazil

Marielle Francisco da Silva a politician and human rights activits who was murdered

En Colombia

Lucas Villa who was a student protesting and was shot 8 times

En mexico

Los 43 estudiantes desaparecidos

The United States is an addict

An addict of war

An addict of murder

An addict of power

An addict of destruction

An addict of imperialism

An addict of neocolonialism

cause they fear socialism and the betterment of our globe

Before 1798 there’s been 461 military interventions but the U.S. special operations aren't even counted for the ethnic cleansing towards our indigenous people that occurred in 1492

The past influences the present our so called latinx group denies their own indigenous roots

Due to the spaniard genocide and assimilation towards our ancestors

The military continues this genocide and assimilations towards other international countries through U.S forgein policy

Look at palestine, your U.S. taxes are supporting israelites war and imperialism

Learn the U.S. intervention history, your so called “freedom” is taken from other countries.

This is the Root causes of migration

The US has a responsibility

to provide resources

to stabilize the regions that the U.S. has destabilized so many times and YET

U.S. is

An addict of capitalism

An addict of plutonomy

An addict of production

Ad addict of exploitation

An addict of items

An addict of drugs

An addict of consumption

If you disagree with my statements, explain why products can cross borders but not people?

Explain why private property is more protected than living beings and nature? Why do corporations have more rights than our home called earth? Explain the exploitation that we witness for not fitting in the status quo of whiteness, and for not being wealthy but filthy for being low class or homeless

An addict of hierarchies such as

Class as if the homeless don’t deserve a home, as if those “low-skilled” jobs don't deserve a living wage so they stay below the poverty line

An addict of separations like borders, fences and political spaces

An addict of labels such as Ms, Mr, and she or him or “is your baby a boy or a girl?” or “where are you from?” or “Are you Mexican or middle eastern?”

An addict of enforcing social norms

Such as cisgender heteronormative, gender, race, ableism, sexuality, religion

And european beauty standards which sometimes steals from other cultures

An addict of erasure like

Different cultures, identities, sexualities, and stories

An addict of exclusion

On the disabled,undocumented, black, brown and trans communities

An addict of evidence

An addict of documentations

Because if you have no papers, you are nonexistent to the U.S. and an alien from out of space?

An addict of selfishness

An addict of individuality

An addict of white supremacy

Explain the oppression that we witness for not fitting in the status quo of whiteness

Cause if we ain’t white, its not right

#us #america #poem #poetry #addict #war #death

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yanderenightmare · 4 years

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could we get the bnha yanderes with a darling that’s actually really fond of their dark side and revels in the attention

yandere ! BNHA headcannons

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: anxiety, arson, drugs, guilt, delusions, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, mind control, DUBCON, yandere-themes

BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN

He had planned to be sweet, similar to his scent of caramel as opposed to what destruction he was capable of. He had planned to be patient, to tolerate whatever screams and cries his darling might have reacted with, but what he was met with wasn’t horror, but… something strangely akin to what he would call gratitude or even excitement or even lovesickness. He thinks she surprised herself more than she surprised him with how easy she folded, but once he got over the shock and not to mention the suspicion her compliant nature beckoned from him, he was only motivated to go harder, to be rougher, to be as intense as he had wished but had held back. She likes the attention, despite it being overwhelming and scary and brutal at times, she still likes it, maybe even because of it. Once he got over the fear of her acceptance crushing under the full weight of his obsession, he became cocky about it. She’s his little freak and he has the confidence and the reassurance to tease her for it now, thoroughly amused with how her eyes cross paths and her brows knit together, drooling and mewling with his hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing her neck with her tight little pussy clenching around his shaft as he drives into her. He exploits it, finding such great amusement and entertainment in hearing her pray for him to go harder and faster, even as she begins to cry, limbs shaking as she continues to beg for him, eyes like opium, wide and void with pooling darkness.

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

Dabi had expectations. Expecting his little darling to not fully be at peace with his self-proclaimed ownership of her, he had decided to not pay her objections any mind. He decided that the hard way was the best way from the very start. But… his darling didn’t meet him with the type of reluctance he had expected. Sure, she was crying, but when he reached out his hand she didn’t bite like the sort of animal he’d expected, but rather, reached out ever so timidly and eyes so wide and glossy and sparkly and in search for some comfort. He couldn’t be harsh when she was being so sweet, he couldn’t be anything but appreciative when she curled up on his lap like such a soft little thing, hands gripping onto his shirt, sobs that seemed too tame for him to scold her, besides… it felt… nice. It felt nice to be the source of comfort as opposed to the factor of discomfort. It felt like absolution. He used to think he’d find clinginess annoying, but his little darling is clingy in all the right ways. Latching onto him when she’s crying, after a bad dream, all throughout the night, even when he’s the source to her pain, when he makes her jump up and down on his cock, her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers intertwining in his raven locks, legs around his torso, running to hug and welcome him home, kissing him, telling him how she missed him, how much she loves him, how much she needs him.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

He’s so confused. He kidnapped her. Kidnapped her. Took her, abducted her, stole her, forced her away from a life with little regard to her feelings on the whole ordeal, subjugated her to a tiny room with more flying specs of dust than light allowed to shine through the windows. It’s not even like he’s a handsome kidnapper either. Is she insane? Why is she looking at him like that? Why isn’t she afraid, why isn’t she swatting his hands away when he reaches to touch her? Why is she touching him? How can she touch his wrinkles, his scars, his cracking breaking skin? How can she touch his hands, his scarred deadly bloodied hands? And what is that look on her face? If he didn’t know any better he’d call it fascination, curiosity perhaps… adoration? No. No, no, no, no way. No way she’s simply just… accepting… enjoying… just as simple as that. To be honest, he’s feeling slightly freaked out, alarmed, concerned. This isn’t natural. This isn’t healthy. She should at least cry, if only just a little bit. But no. No, her fingers playing curiously with his hair when he’s playing videogames. At least she doesn’t talk to him like they’re chummy old pals, then he’d really feel the thin hairs at the back of his neck rise. But, when he touches her milky skin with his sandpaper-fingertips she doesn’t squirm, and when he pushes those same fingers knuckle deep inside her she doesn’t tell him to stop. He finds himself quickly enjoying testing the boundaries of his little darling, boundaries he’s yet to have found proof of.

SHINSO HITOSHI

He was expecting for there to be some debate surrounding his ownership of her, he was preparing to teach his little pet a thing or two about who was boss early on, but… she seemed to slip right into her role so naturally. Instead of him teasing her, she’s teasing him, mocking him, making him feel as though he has no control even as he stares into those wide milky orbs who no longer have the ability of mobility, yet still has the power to inch her lips into that eerie playful catlike grin, as though she’s excited, as though spiked with untamed thrill. She’ll talk to him as though there’s no danger, as though he won’t have her mind in his clutches by the end of it, almost as if she’s counting on it, waiting for it, coaxing him with words of her own. They’ll play like cat and mouse, one always either tempting or chasing the other. She’ll even laugh, eyes bright and vivid and spiked and twirling as she lets him catch her time and time again, in a way that makes him believe he’s the one that’s been captured. He’s surprised, to say the least, surprised because his little darling is in fact a little devil, a little baby-faced angel-eyed demon, who enjoys how the darkness feels against her skin, who loves how his inky-fingers feel when tampering with her mind, and has darkness of her own to drown him with too.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

He was preparing for a wild beast, but was happy to find his little darling settling in as though she understood that in the comfort of his house is where she belonged. Calling it a kidnapping became weird and sounded foreign when referring to their arrangement, especially when he came home to his darling in her apron, cooking, cleaning or sleeping so soundly on his couch you’d think she’d done so her whole life. She doesn’t flinch when he touches her, she rather leans in to greet the touch, her eyes heavy-lidded and joined with his gaze. And when he comes home, some days all broken and bruised and bloodied and smoke-ridden, his feathers ragged and plucked, she’ll fuss. Fuss and pamper and coo and take such good care of him, softly and sweetly patching him up, messaging wings, give his torn lip a kiss, stroke a careful hand through his locks. She’ll be so perfect, like an angel, a living breathing real-life angel. Or a guardian, something he’s always wanting. Someone to make him feel safe and loved and protected, despite him being the hero and his darling being the victim to his villainy.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

Here he was thinking she couldn’t possibly be any more of an adorable little darling than what she already was. He’s not used to being wrong about his calculations, he’s not used to liking finding faults in his calculations, but he has to admit he was pleasantly surprised with how his darling accepted his feelings easier than what he had expected. He had assumed it to be a lengthy and gradual and careful process, he was prepared to take his time, be patient, be supportive, but… his darling portrayed little of what anxiety symptoms he had imagined: panic-attacks, quaking, crying, screaming. She seemed more honored than anything. Amazed to have caught the eye of the Midoriya Izuku, the number 1. Hero of not just Japan, but arguably the whole world. She felt proud, bashful to be getting the attention, but thriving in it despite herself believing it was misplaced. Wanting to return Izuku’s worship, cherish, awe with appreciation of her own at every given turn. She would still yelp when he picked her up to carry her about, but who wouldn’t when his arms are the sizes of pillars. Though, the sound of surprise would always be followed by the sound of laughter, school-girl giggles that felt like the fluttering of butterflies against his chest. Also, when she slept on top of him. With one of his hands placed on the dome of her ass and the other holding a book up for him to read, the small feel of her drumming pitter patter heartbeats against his ribcage, so cute and comfortable and safe.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

He was expecting a fight, he was expecting annoying migraine-evoking screams, he was expecting thrashing, causing waves to fall onto the bathroom tiles when she was in the bathtub. He was expecting the worst, because that’s what good business men do: expect the worst, prepare for the worst, and find refuge in the fact that it was far from what hell they had imagined. But… it’s rare to be met with the exact opposition of what you had predicted, which was what had happened. There was no war, there was no fight, there was no riot, there wasn’t even the hint of resistance. There were still small tremors of fear though, yet far less than what he had foreseen. The type of fear you find when bringing home a new pet, more careful hesitant curiosity than actual fear, as though trying to find comfort in your surroundings, as though trying to settle in. He looks like a dangerous man, yet… her eyes aren’t terror-wide but big with anticipation, with a strange form of thrill. And though her actions remained feather-light she was still the first one to reach out, she was still the one to ask to witness the demolition and recreation of his quirk, she was still the one that chose to tie the knot to his tie in the morning. Though he was the one to have found and taken her, she was the pioneer.

TODOROKI SHOTO

Not much can change what Shoto has planned for his darling’s future. Whether she enjoys it or hates it, it will be accepted. What he plans to do with her, what soft-tinted or red-violent passions he plans on bestowing upon her, the fact that she likes it from the start hardly matters when through time she was going to learn to enjoy it anyway. He was always going to lick up her skin with his flames or make her skin whisper upon the threat of being frozen, until she’s a sweat-slicked feverish mess in his lap, and he was always going to take good soft care of her afterwards. But, he must admit, he’s surprised to find that the aftercare is such a sweet pleasure, seemingly rivaling what blissed-out state he can reach when playing with his little darling. He knew he would enjoy it, but… he could never have imagined the motherly touch his darling gifts him with, what tender smiles and heavenly laughs and the way she tangles herself with him, limbs an unruly yet comfortable knot. What more, when she asks to see his quirks, wants him to make frost-flowers on the windows or in the shower on the glass-walls, when she holds his hands as he creates little lanterns of dancing tendrils and wisps, ones she can tickle with her fingertips as they twirl in his palm. The way her eyes light up with that childlike-wonder he never seemed to possess when he was young, makes him feel a different type of warm far from burning.

TIP-JAR

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So, I was yelling about this in a previous post, but TIME TO YELL ABOUT THE JEDI TEMPLE DIAGRAM. This is from the Star Wars Locations rerelase from 2016, so it’s considered part of canon, but take it with some grains of salt, as a lot of the older reference books tend to not actually appear much in canon/were still working with Legends material that isn’t always part of canon. (Also, only what’s specifically said in this book is canon, not what Legends context they used to have. The Jedi having an Agricultural Corp--which has never been mentioned in any canon book/comic yet, by the way--doesn’t mean that the Jedi Apprentice books’ context for how the AgripCorp worked are canon. Remember: Dooku: Jedi Lost had an Initiate who was sixteen and would still wait another year, so the age limit is not canon. And given that the infirmary is staffed by the Medical Corps, it’s possible that these branches aren’t separate from the Jedi Order at all, but instead are now career paths within the Jedi Order.)

"THE HEART AND HOME of the Jedi Order" HI THANKS I’M CRYING IMMEDIATELY UPON STARTING ON THIS

"It is a place of spiritual growth" also got me right in the feelings place

"Jedi scholars disagree on the location of the Order's first temple, making cases for Coruscant, Jedha, and Ossus as well as worlds shrouded in myth, such as Tython and Ahch-To." First of all, I bet those discussions were NERDY AS HELL and second I love the reconfirmation that there are Jedi Scholars, that that seems to be their whole focus in life, just the study of the Force or of Jedi History or whatever else they chose.

"Jedi archaelologists teach that the Temple is not a single structure but agglomeration of many structures--one that tells a millienia-long story of expansion oand appropriation, ruin and reconstruction. The Temple is an archaelogical treasure it itself, bearing the scars of Sith occupation and a patchwork of ancient architecture adapted for different functions over time. Some sublime examples of earlier construction have been preserved intact as museums to the heritage of the Jedi."

MAIN SPIRE:

"Pinnacle room of the Temple Spire, the most sacred Jedi site, comprising the oldest known suriviving Jedi texts, is a carefully controlled environment."

"Hall of Knighthood. Padawans are raised to the status of Jedi Knight here in a ceremony of deep spiritual significance. The status of Master is also formally conferred here."

"Meditation chambers where Padawans awaiting Knighthood spend the night before the ceremony, communing with the Force.”

"Memorial statues of most revered Jedi, surrounded in tower by repulsorlifts."

"Peak of the original sacred spire around which the earlieest incarnation of the Jedi Temple was constructed."

"Meditation blacony surrounding original peak."

"Lower balcony around peak presents a series of holo-depictions of the history of the Jedi. The smallest younglings are brought here for their education."

"The sacred spire in its natural state, with ancient meditation balconies and access points to the original cave chapels."

"Chamber of Conclave, where representatives of the Jedi Order from across the galaxy meet once a year to hear reports from the Jedi Council."

RIGHT HAND SPIRE:

“Meeting chamber generally used by Jedi High Council."

"Holographic situation map of galaxy."

"Each Council Tower has a data and planning center linked to the Library and Archives."

"Hangar for Jedi starfighters with extendable launch/landing platform."

LEFT SIDE SPIRE:

"Jedi Reassignment Council Tower houses Chamber of Judgement."

MAIN ZIGGURAT:

"Mosaic floor salvaged from the ancient Jedi Temple of Ossus."

"Communications control for Jedi Council Tower, where Obi-Wan alters the Jedi recall signall to broadcast instead a warning."

"Clerestories allow light into contemplation gardens."

"Offices of the Jedi Exploration Corps."

"Lightsaber crafting facility, with lightsaber practice gallery behind."

"Workshops, storerooms, and maintenence facilities, as well as control and switch rooms."

"Reading room of earlier Jedi Library salvaged because of its architechtual merit. Now converted to a formal banqueting hall for ceremonial/diplomatic occasions."

"Ancient remnant of earlier Temple has been preserved as museum of Jedi history."

"Jedi Archives and Library includes holocron vauls with ancient lore accessible only by Jedi Masters."

"Temporary accommodation cubilcles for Jedi Knights and Padawans in transit or awaiting re-assignment."

"Jedi Agricultural Corps research labratory, containing alien flora for research."

"Library and Archives data storage stacks, with Analysis Rooms behind."

"Area around base of Tower of First Knowledge devoted to the ongoing training and education of Padawans."

"Arcade of stained-glass windows and statues honoring Jedi heroes who were instrumental in wresting control of Coruscant from the Sith a millennium ago."

"The Room of 1,000 Fountains lies beyond this arcade."

"Salvaged remnants of earlier Temple, believed to be about 2,000 years old."

"Holographic training area used by Padawans and Knights, in which realistic battle scenarios can be generated for practice in lightsaber skills."

"Tablets with the Jedi Code and laws."

"Service ducts running throughout the Temple."

"Early rotunda chapek, retained within modern structure, reserved as a place of meditation for newly selected Padawans."

"Ancient exterior wall of the Temple precinct, now closed by later sheathing."

"Medical center and infirmary, staffed by Jedi Medical Corps."

"Sith containment cells, constructed centuries ago to hold hostile Force-users and their creatures and servants."

MAIN ENTRYWAY:

"The Processional Way to the Jedi Temple terminates in this ceremonial staircase, crowned with the statues of two Warrior Masters and two Sage Masters."

"Formal entrance. Massive pylons are decorated with sculptures of the Four Masters who founded the Temple."

"Monumental Temple entrace hall, where Yoda and Obi-Wan discover many of the Jedi dead after the attack on the Temple."

#jedi order #jedi temple #reference #meta

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"Can you hear me?" and/or "What was I supposed to do?" for my lovely celestial prince Florian 🥺

Feel free to tear my heart out, dear 😊🥰💞

My imagination's been going absolutely haywire ever since I played the demo and found out MC dies AND comes back. Y'know, as you do. 😂

Thank you for writing such a fascinating story and giving us such a wonderful older brother, I adore him and would not hesitate to die for him–

Good luck with Chapter One and don't forget to take care of yourself!!!💕💕💕💕

"Can you hear me?" and "What was I supposed to do?" for Florian.

(This is a scenario in which Florian and the MC had a less-than-stellar relationship pre-resurrection but Flor had a crush on MC and MC was dating E but is falling for Flor post-resurrection.)

(Their relationship can be very nuanced depending on your choices in-game.)

Also, I'm so glad you enjoyed the prologue! This ask really made my whole week 10x better!

Florian's footsteps were quiet, but the click of his boots still echoed in the near-silent room. He approached you cautiously, and you could feel his hesitance from all the way across the office.

Your office. Your old office, at least.

"You came back." His voice was quiet, the remark less a question and more a statement.

"I did." You sigh, running your fingertips over the hardwood of the desk.

Emil took this office after you were banished. Your heart twists at the thought of him, but you couldn't forgive and forget. Not this time.

Not after all he did, everything he took advantage of. Your eyes meet Florian's again, and he frowns slightly, a concerned pinch between his brows.

His concern is so genuine, so pure. So different than anything you'd experienced before; people who hid behind layers of intrigue and masks so brilliant you never saw their true faces until it was too late.

You'd been unpleasant to him before. You thought he was perhaps foolish, to rebel so needlessly. Too emotional, too attached. He cared too much.

You realize now these are not his faults, but instead his virtues.

"I almost didn't think you would." He gives a nervous smile, lips tilting up ever so slightly.

The words hurt, but you know they aren't unfounded. You'd never been fond of him; why would you leave the opportunities you'd found beyond and return to his side?

You look at his eyes, brilliant and golden, and wondered why indeed. You remember that, even when you dismissed him out of hand, he used to look at you like you hung the moon. He'd gaze at you when he thought you wouldn't notice, but you always did.

Never before had you sought that look from him, but you did now. You are left wondering if you'd ever see it again, wondering if this prince turned king still holds the same affection for you.

A bitter smile twists your lips, "I don't blame you for thinking so."

"Not to say I think you're disloyal." He rushes to say, "You aren't. You never were, and you paid the price for our mistakes. That is why I'm surprised you came back."

"What was I supposed to do?" You shrug, "Leave Ebia? Never return to my home? The prospect is just as gut-wrenching as it was years ago."

He's quiet for a moment, "Emil is still out there. You could go to him."

The words are sour in his mouth, even though he tries to hide it.

Blood roars in your ears for a split second and you close your eyes. Pain and relief are at war in your chest; regret over what you lost so cruelly and relief that Florian still cares enough to be upset.

You open your eyes to his concerned face, and everything snaps back into perspective.

"Can you hear me?" He asks, looking seconds away from snapping his fingers in front of your face to startle you from your melancholy.

"I can." You assure him, sparing him a small smile.

He freezes for a moment before returning the gesture.

"I returned because I wanted to." You gaze at the office, "You were excited when your mother named me your advisor. Why?"

"You're brilliant." The words seem to slip out before he realizes he's said them.

You open your mouth to respond, but no words escape. His face flushes a deep red, but he carries on regardless.

"You're second to none when it comes to magic. The way you navigated the court even made the nobility envious. You were suited for the position in every way." He pauses, "You still are."

There's an awkward pause that hangs in the air until-

"You still haven't named a new advisor." You note, "Not after Emil."

"None have lived up to the precedence set." He responds.

The precedence set. Your precedence.

"Is that so?" You muse quietly, looking out the large window behind the desk.

The wind makes the flowers of the royal garden sway in the wind. You had seen the white lilies dedicated in your name, the brass bell to invoke your spirit. Far beyond any honor given to a mere advisor before, let alone one as apathetic to their monarch as you.

"The position is yours." He speaks into the silence, "If you so desire."

"I do." You say, "Desire."

And you do desire. You don't long for intrigue anymore; you have no want for shadows and politics, rivalry and struggle, any longer. You have seen death, you've been subjected to the abyss that comes after, and you're cold.

You still wake up shivering, fingers brushing over the scar just beneath your belly button, exhaling ice and death as you sob your way back to the land of the living.

You're so tired of the cold.

His hand brushes against your shoulder, the touch just short of shy. He gives you plenty of time to withdraw if you want, to pull away. You don't.

He's warm, and you're so tired of the cold.

You do desire, despite the fact that you shouldn't. You don't deserve him, never have, but he still sees fit to hold you in his heart. Maybe you can work to earn your place there.

Perhaps you don't need to work for it, you realize as you meet his gaze. It might be the most reliving and confusing thing you've confronted yet; Florian's affection is freely given, nothing needed in return.

You don't have to be anything other than yourself for him, and it's a scary thought.

He smiles again, the expression becoming increasingly familiar, and this one is much wider than the others.

"Then, advisor, you should get some rest." He motions to the quarters attached to the office through the double doors, "I'll send for you in the morning."

He pauses to dismiss the mage light by the door but glances back at you and refrains.

After all this time, he remembers you fear the dark. He knows instinctively it's worse after what you've been through. He also knows you'd never admit either of those things, so he doesn't make you.

The relief you feel at the gesture is overwhelming and the flickering gold light illuminates him as he leaves.

Maybe you do deserve happiness after all, and even if you don't, maybe that doesn't matter.

#Fallen Lights #Florian Vasil #short story #he loves the mc so much #literally no matter what he has a crush #unless you're like cruel to him obviously #but frenemies to lovers #is an emotional roller-coaster

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physicalturian · 3 years

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[G] My Prince - Nikolai Lantsov x Fem!Reader

[Spoilers for : Shadow and Bone; Siege and Storm; Run and Rising] [No spoilers for : King of Scars ; Rule of Wolves; Six of Crows; Crooked Kingdom]

[She/her pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone +18] Words : 9569 Archive of our own

Tags : Flirting / War / Fluff / PTSD / Cuteness / Awkwardness / Soft / Love confession

Request stated : Hi ! Could you do a Nikolai Lantsov x reader request ? Where they are in love and have been together since she joined his crew after running away from the Little Palace but then everything happens and they break up because he has to marry Alina and then after he becomes human again and the Darkling is killed they get back together.

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Everything happened so fast, the attack on the Little Palace by The Darkling, the explosions, the blinding light from the roof, all my fallen friends on the ground bathing in their own blood. Names were screamed in despair; we all retaliated the best we could, but we were outnumbered by far. I did not know what were those things that came flying straight for me, but I couldn’t move, I was paralyzed by fear. I tried to get out of the way, no matter how many times I told myself to dodge, I couldn’t. And yet, I saw the demon-like bird’s claws pass right next to me, only grazing my cheek as I was thrown out of its way.

“Now, I understand those creatures are fascinating, but they’re not exactly the friendliest,” I heard next to me, a hand gripping my arm tightly. I couldn’t move, but felt a gloved hand turned my face and look at me, “You!” “Your knight in shining armor, the honor was all mine,” The blond said with a smirk, but there was still urgency behind it.

Looking around quickly, he told me to hide behind one of the trees and came back with a few other Grisha before hurrying us back to what looked like a flying ship. I wanted to stare at it a moment before the man lifted me off the ground, “I know it’s impressive, they all say that, but now’s not the time to look,” He said in a light, playful even, yet serious tone as he helped me on deck, he once more told me to stay, maybe even sit then left.

This was my first encounter with Nikolai Lantsov, the bastard son, the witty only living heir to the throne of Ravka.

I did not remember much of that night until I got on the ship, I know I was brought of change of clothes, my red kefta was a tone deeper, wetter than it used to be. When I placed my hand on the fabric, and looked at my palm, blood stared right at me. I did not know what to say, and only stared at it until a hand placed a wet washcloth on mine. “Unless the Little Palace hid blood-sucking people in their basement, which I wouldn’t be surprised of, and you’re hungry- then it’d be better to clean yourself up, dear.”

“I’m not a vampire.” I uttered before grabbing the cloth from his hand and slowly getting the blood off myself, taking off the kefta, I still had clothes underneath, but I did feel the frilly temperature of the night. I throw a glance at the prince and found him looking anywhere but at me, “Why aren’t you looking?”

He huffed, a smug smile adorning his features, “Is that a request? If so, I’ll gladly-“ “No, not a request. Just curious.” I replied with a huff. I couldn’t help the tired smile on my lips as I dipped the cloth back in the water to finish removing the blood before putting on the clean clothes I was offered. “I might be known as the bastard son, but I still have the education of a prince,” He paused. “But don’t worry, I’ll gladly look when you’ll ask for it-“

“Gross, no thank you,” I glanced at him and nodded, “But thank you for the clothes. I should probably… do something-” Then I remembered, my eyes widened when the penny dropped, I quickly scrambled to my senses and got up, giving the best curtsy I could muster in this state, “Your highness, your highness, pardon my being improper I-“ He shook his head and stood up, laughing charmingly but also what seemed to be exhausted. “Don’t, right now call me Nikolai, some call me Too-Clever fox,” A smile made its way on his lips, “But you can also call me handsome, pretty face,”

Laughing, I interrupted him, “I think Nikolai is a fine name, I’ll be sure not to remind you of your title, your high- Nikolai.” He looked at me for a moment, his mouth widening into a grin as he asked me my name. When I told him, he shook his head and held my hand gently, “I think ‘gorgeous’ suits you better,” he then pressed a kiss on my knuckles. I pulled my hand away, rolling my eyes.

“Call me as you please, I do not really care,” When he was about to reply, Zoya called him, if not pressed him, to come, saying they had to talk. I was ready to leave, but he pulled my hand once again, “Ah, duty does not wait, but my heart does, hopefully you will?” I scoffed and swatted his hand away, “I’ll be going, no one makes Zoya Nazyalensky wait, you should hurry if you do not wish to be thrown overboard.” I said playfully before leaving.

This was the extent of my first encounter with Nikolai Lantsov.

We encountered one another a lot more, but those happened at night. I kept having dreams of the attack on the Little Palace. I would wake up in the middle of the night, breathless, sweating, and unable to go back to sleep. Not wanting to wake the people around me, I’d go back on deck, there would be squallers and inferni, making the ship work, while the prince would be sitting with plans in front of him. A thoughtful expression on his face. I blamed my tired state for the first time the thought crossed my mind, but under the moonlight, his expression determined and focused… He was almost handsome.

I must have stared too long that time, he lifted his head from the plans and looked at me curiously before smiling and beckoning me to come closer. I turned around to leave but he called my name, I couldn’t ignore it, or perhaps was it because he was royalty and I felt like I couldn’t ignore him. So, I joined him, sat by his side and did not say anything. He was the one to start the conversation, “The dreams are the worst, but you get used to it, for what it’s worth. I have them every night, from the front.”

“Is that why you are awake, my prince?” I did not realize I had used his title; I was overcome with exhaustion and couldn’t think straight. I heard him chuckled, “War does not wait, gorgeous. We need a plan of attack,” I looked at him a moment, then at his plans. “And where do you think we’ll find the resources to build this? Ravka is overcome with debts,”

This is when he started ranting, with eagerness, about what he had planned. What was going to happen, the steps to follow, I listened intently, finding it almost endearing how passionate he was about it but forgot that thought as I fell back asleep.

I did apologize when I woke, about falling asleep, telling him it wasn’t boring, but that I was exhausted. He tutted me and added, “Nonsense, I enjoyed watching you sleep, did you know you snor-“ “I do not snore. And it’s definitely creepy to watch someone sleep, my prince.” He only laughed in response. Something in my stomach churned, I shouldn’t be friendly with him, but it felt easy to be as such with him.

He had this easiness about him, this charm that one couldn’t help but let themselves be drawn to. It was a useful skill if he were to become King of Ravka, a skill that he had honed throughout years of… What had the young prince been doing these past few years? I never saw him inside the palace, as if he wasn’t even there. But he hadn’t been doing nothing, he seemed full of resources.

While I pondered some more, I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up, Zoya gestured for me to get up and to look. As I did, I saw a gorgeous looking building made of glass, “What is that place? Did you know it existed?” I asked her in awe, she only shook her head before adding that the prince was full of surprises and for now it was useful, but she was keeping an eye on him.

“I do like to keep a few tricks up my sleeve, it comes in handy when I want to see that look of surprise on the face of pretty women,” Two sighs followed his words, one from Zoya and another from me before we moved away from him and made our way to slightly unsteady lift that led us deeper inside what Nikolai introduced to us as the Spinning Wheel. I did not feel safe underground, and yet, when our feet met the ground, it felt as if a weight had been lifted from my chest.

This place was foreign to me, I was used to the safety of the Little Palace’s walls, knowing all that was happening, when it’d happen. When the attack had happened, that routine had been disrupted and I knew it was never coming back. It was the beginning of something big, something I did not want to get used to. And yet, right now, between these gorgeous walls, with people running around, crates in hands, sweat dripping from their foreheads as if they had been working non-stop, and with few peoples I knew… I felt safer. Not entirely safe, but a step closer to feeling such.

“You do like to daydream, I can’t blame you, I am quite the sight,” Said the blond prince as he joined my side, looking where I was looking. I felt his shoulder hit mine and shuffled away, still wanting to put some distance between a man I knew I should fear for he had power where I had not. “I got lost in thoughts. I’m still trying to take in what this all means,” I said softly, meeting the blonde’s joyous gaze, when he met mine, he seemed to be shaken only for a moment before fondness replaced the excitement.

“It’s something big, bigger than all of us,” he started, making me sigh in loss of hope, as I mumbled, “What are we even doing if it’s impossible to win?” It made the prince laugh as he grinned at me. I did not like how lightly he was taking the situation and was about to give him a piece of my mind when he said, “When people say impossible, they mean improbable,” “We lost the only possible person who could take the Darkling, I don’t see Alina anywhere around,” I stated, my arms open wide as I turned around to emphasize her missing.

“Being optimistic is sometimes very close to being delusional, my prince, I do not buy that bullshit attitude of yours-“ “Hope is what keeps us alive. Soldiers and Grisha alike, we’re all tired, exhausted even and even though you do not appreciate that bullshit attitude of mine, it is what we all need.” He said in a very political way, with that charming smile, “And even without the sun summoner, I’m pretty sure I can outwit that old geezer,” He said in full confidence, almost puffing his chest as he said so.

“What we need is to be better prepared, they did not teach us how to fight at the Little Palace,” I paused and observed the young prince a moment, “When you become King, you should change that, because this is only the beginning, my prince,” Before I could leave to join Zoya that I could see at one of door, not only did she disappear out of sight, but I felt the King grab my wrist. Scowling, I stopped in my tracks and looked at him, “Grisha will be training with soldiers, you will not go unprepared,”

His tone was serious, then a smug smile drew itself on his lips as he let go of my wrist, “But what did I tell you, gorgeous? Call me Nikolai, this situation does not call for formalities,” He was changing topic, perhaps he did not want to talk about such matters with me, or perhaps he wanted a change of air. I played along and gestured for him to walk with me, “Well, Nikolai, if you could show me to the Grisha quarters-“ “Oh it’s now mixed rooms, hope you do not mind,” He threw me a playful grin, “If you do, I shall let you know that I am the owner of a single room. Now, it’s close to the King and Queen’s room, but I’ll be sure to ask the fabrikators to help with the acoustic, the King does snore very loudly,”

I rolled my eyes, hopefully hiding that I thought he meant something else with the acoustic. We didn’t talk more afterwards, for I did not ask him any other question and he seemed to understand I was not in the mood to talk. The situation we were in stressed me out and talking about it in details did not help. When he led me to my shared room, he slipped away to meet up with Zoya along other Grisha and soldiers.

I never considered taking him up on his offer of the single room.

While everyone trained during the day, and it was tiresome, so tiresome that I would pass out the moment my head would hit the pillow, I would still wake up during the night. My body almost shaking in fear. I could still see those screeching creatures coming for me, the dread I felt that night, bodies surrounding me. Blue, red or purple, it did not matter, every kefta had ended up tainted in blood. We were taught to use our power, promised safety but never taught to deal with such things.

Running a hand on my face, I got out of bed without a sound and made my way out once more. If every night was going to end up like this, I might as well find a quiet spot to sleep and give my room to someone who could use it, I thought as I tightened my kefta around my form. I walked up the stairs to, hopefully, find peace and calm down by staring at the stars. I let out a sigh of relief when I found nobody there and sat against the wall to look up the stars.

I do not know how long as stayed there, trying to steer my thoughts away from the depressing feelings I was feeling, and it was hard, I could barely manage it. When I remembered a good memory, I was reminded that the friend I shared it with was laying on the ground, dead. I tried not to cry, I promise, but failed. My peace was interrupted by someone clearing their throat nearby. I turned around and instinctively tightened my fist, slowing their heart before I could see who it was.

I let go just as fast when I saw the blond prince in front of me, he breathed out heavily, “Usually, I’m the one who has the ladies say ‘my heart stopped’ but dare I say, you left me breathless,” he scoffed humorously. I rushed to his side, wiping my tears away, apologizing as I patted his chest, his arms, anything, I did not know what to do. “I’m fine, don’t you worry gorgeous. It takes a lot more than that to take me down, I’m quite resilient, something the King never quite liked.” I squinted my eyes, not knowing what it meant before stepping back.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t the brain of the war be resting?” I asked with my arms crossed over my chest. It made Nikolai chuckle, “You flatter me, I am indeed smart and do require sleep,” He paused. “I should also let you know, I have people on watch who warn me of the whereabouts of everyone here. You can imagine my surprise to hear you sneaked out at this hour, gorgeous.”

Sighing, I turned around and sat back where I was, “I feel like you’re not going to leave until I tell you,” I pondered out loud, nodding, Nikolai joined me saying I was very right then added, “But I’m fairly confident I can guess what’s bothering that pretty mind of yours,” I quirked a brow at the blond, wordlessly telling him to go ahead. “The nightmares are not going to leave just like that,” he snapped his fingers. “I know… I know… I’m just trying to clear my thoughts, I can’t fall back asleep when I wake up from that,”

“You did not seem to have any trouble on deck,” He pondered out loud, his eyes observing all my moves. I looked straight ahead, not wanting to let him read me. I shrugged, brought my knees to my chest and rested my arms on it to lay my head on them. “I guess my focus was on you and not my thoughts, maybe that’s why… it doesn’t matter though,” Turning my head, I looked him up and down, and changed topic, “Sorry again for the,” I moved my hands vaguely, talking about moments ago when I slowed his heart, “Thing, you startled me,”

He laughed and shoved his hand in the pocket of his coat, pulling out a notebook and a pen, “It’s all in the past, we can go back to you loving the sound of my voice so much you fall asleep to it,” “I did not say that,” Opening his notebook, he started doodling as he spoke, “No need to, I reckon it’ll be demonstrated when you’ll fall asleep once more as I start explaining this great idea I had with David earlier this afternoon, it’s underwater boats and…” If someone asked me, I’d say I was bothered by the prince’s presence.

But no one asked. It was just me and my thoughts, and his presence was secretly welcomed. He was funny to be around, light-hearted. I know behind all of this, was a man riddled with responsibilities, problems and perhaps as much stress as I was. But maybe we both needed this, someone else to simply hang out with. Not talk about the civil war, simply enjoy one another’s presence. I do not know what I brought him, if anything I thought he’d want to leave.

But he stayed. We met up like this almost every night, on this very spot.

It became close to a habit, when I’d wake up during the night and sneak out of my room, I’d see the blond leaning against the door frame, a smile on his lips. He’d wave at me before following my steps. Sometimes he’d remark how I was earlier or late, I’d just laugh it off and gesture for him to just follow. One night he suggested we’d perhaps take blankets, adding that as much as he enjoyed those little escapades of ours, he would rather avoid losing his toes. Since that night, there was a crate outside with blankets.

Tonight, I’d taken upon myself to bring a book too. I felt bad, falling asleep when Nikolai would enthusiastically rant, it did not stop him from talking though. He would often mumble to himself or ask me questions I couldn’t answer but I’d try nonetheless, making him think before his face would light up as if he had the greatest idea. He would resume his scribbling.

Tonight, however, he went silent, when I looked his way, I saw he was reading over my shoulder, I quickly placed my hand on the pages and closed the book. He whined, going for the book, “Come on, it was getting to the best part,” When I felt his cold hand touch mine, I simply let him take the book and shrugged, my face warming up, I was not going to play tug war to keep my book. His face was startled for a moment, if not hurt.

I felt bad. I did not mean it as anything bad, I simply got caught off guard. And I also knew the feelings that had started developing within me and knew I could not act on it nor let myself believe anything would happen. He was royalty, he was a war leader… he was funny, and brought warmth to my cold, cold, heart.

So, I chuckled nervously, “Your hands are cold, my prince-“ “Nikolai, it’s Nikolai. I’d think you’d remember it by now considering the many nights we’ve spent together, most women would remember it by the end of the first night,” He said charmingly, as he opened the book on the right page on my lap and leaned back against the wall to face his notes.

“Am I most women? I find myself to be quite different from others, the nightmares add to the charm do they not? I even thought we had something special,” I said in a jokingly dramatic manner as I turned a page and waited anxiously for his reply, inside I regretted saying anything. Why did I want him to tell me we had something? I was being delusional, this was but companionship, we both had trouble sleeping and found one another’s company enjoyable, that was all. Pure, platonic companionship.

I heard him chuckle and dared look his way, I felt my face warm up when I saw him looking at me with a huge smile as he was leaning on his fist, his elbow resting on his knee. He looked slightly stupid in this position, but also cute. “I think I found the pattern; all things have a pattern. It’s only a matter of finding it to understand,” I quirked a brow at his words and closed the book on my lap, making sure to put the bookmark. “For example, I like my women strong and hard to get,” I felt my heart skip a beat but only rolled my eyes in response.

“How charming, where are you getting at, my prince- Nikolai,” He made a victory sound, and leaned forward, pointing at me with his index as his grin widened. “This, exactly this, oh this is good,” He said excitedly. I couldn’t help the small smile on my lips. I was waiting for him to develop, “Tell me if I’m wrong, gorgeous, but I think you’ve fallen for my charms.”

I raised my brows in surprise and hid my embarrassment by simply questioning, “That’s quite the reach, I do wonder how you came to the conclusion,”

That cocky smile never left his lips, he grabbed my book and set it down on the ground, then resting his hand next to it as he leaned in. I leaned back. “I’ll wait longer, I need to test that theory first, I’ll keep you up to date gorgeous,” He winked, brought my knuckle to his lips and pressed a delicate kiss on it before returning to his thinking.

This time he talked loud enough for it to be thought a conversation, which ruined my reading plans. I rested my head on my knees and looked at him as he talked. It was a close call, maybe I should be more careful with what I do if he knew I liked him. I was not going to abandon our late-night talks, but maybe I should be more aware of what I do. I did not know what was my tell, but I was going to make sure to not let it slide anymore.

I fell asleep soon after. I think I felt something cold touch my hand before passing out, but it was probably the ground.

We never stopped the late-night conversations. Only, I felt like the young prince was more insistent with his flirtatious ways, and I couldn’t say I was immune to his charms. He would say the most ridiculous things, and yet I would laugh and feel weird in my stomach, like,

“Focused and determined, if I did not know it was a romantic story, I’d think you were doing hard maths. One would wish you’d look at them as intensely as you stared at those pages, gorgeous.” He once said, I huffed a laugh, suddenly feeling self-conscious with his intense gaze, “Perhaps my prince wishes I’d look at him that way?” I said half-jokingly. “Oh, you already do, I can feel your stare when I’m talking about my inventions, it’s endearing to see you so enthralled when I talk,” He said with a smug smile.

I looked away, focusing my gaze on the sky, “I’m not enthralled, I’m confused, go back to your notes,” I mumbled, opening my book again.

Another time, we were talking heatedly about a topic we both had in common that I found the most interesting. At some point during the conversation, he would only pitch in from time to time, it took me some time to notice that I had been rambling. When I stopped and told him to go on, he shook his head, “Nonsense, I find there’s a certain glow to your pretty person as you talk about things you hold close to you heart. One’s mind tends to wonder if an expression as beautiful as yours could be brought at the mention of one’s name…” He trailed off with a slight smirk.

“Nonsense” I imitated his tone playfully, “One could maybe talk as themselves if one feels there is something they’d like to share, wouldn’t you think my prince?” I asked rhetorically, my face was warming up. I hoped I read it right, I hoped he wasn’t just flirting for fun and hoped he felt the same way, but I was not going to take the first step. Would it not be considered arrogant of someone like me to think I had a chance with a prince?

His laugh reached my ears, then an excited huff as he moved away from the wall and scooted closer to me, sitting perpendicular of me. “Are you curious of my theory, gorgeous?”

I was, if he was asking, it meant I hadn’t been able to hide it as good as I thought I had been, “Not in the slightest, no,” I replied off-handedly. He turned me around, his hands gripping my shoulders as I faced him, “But you are, I can see it! You are curious, and a bad liar, but don’t worry, your secret is safe with me” He winked as he drew a cross over his heart. “See, this theory of mine,” He paused and pulled out his notebook, “Which has been proven, right here,” He showed me his notes, but I could barely read it.

I knew he wrote well, but when it was more of a brainstorming, or rushed notes, he wrote like a pirate. I nodded for him to continue. “You like me, we’ve been over that-“ “I don’t think we have, you seem very confident though,”

He tutted me and continued, “You only call me ‘my prince’ when you’re flustered or embarrassed, as if you’re trying to distance yourself, am I wrong?” He asked with a breathtaking smile, he was overjoyed by this. As if he had solved the most difficult problem of his life, which I hardly think it was.

“I don’t-“ “Did you notice, in casual conversations, you call me Nikolai, as you should. But the moment I flirt with you,” He changed his tone when he continued and imitated a sort of shyness, “my prince,” he said with a heartful laugh.

I know he meant it as a joke, but I took it at heart and scoffed. I threw him a cautious glance, taking in how handsome he looked under the moonlight. How his hair was still a bit messy from waking up in the middle of the night, I never knew if he couldn’t sleep either or if he woke up for me, but I believe the former was more probable.

There was moment of silence, which was rare with Nikolai Lantsov. As if he could not bear the silence, but he never said so, instead he did the conversation all by himself. He always knew what to say, no matter who he was talking to, maybe that’s what was going on here.

Or perhaps he wanted me to tell him I liked him… “One tends to distance themselves when they know that liking a prince only ends up well in fairytales,” I mumbled, shrugging. I had to try hard to calm myself, even considering using my power to calm my fast-beating heart.

“Are you saying liking me is only possible in a fairytale?” I took the bait, I had already started talking when I looked at him in panic and saw the smirk on his face, “No, I’m saying it’s not as simple as one would think to … get together with royalty,” Chuckling, he grabbed my hands in his and pulled me closer, our knees touching.

“Let’s talk properly, shall we? I want you, and I am fairly certain you want me too-“ Nikolai started, I had to interrupt, “Pardon?” I uttered in shock; my eyes as wide as a diner plate. An unusual nervous sound left his lips, as the blond quirked a brow, “It’s hard to believe I read the room wrong, from what I gathered you do not look at anyone else the way you look at me. Though it is only fitting that I’d receive all the attention.”

“I thought you were fake flirting Nikolai, I thought I was being delusional,” I let go of his hands and let myself fall back on the ground delicately, now staring at the starry sky, a chuckle of disbelief escaping my lips. I heard him shuffle closer as he laid down next to me. Heat was emanating from his body, making me want to scoot closer and hold him but I stood there.

“I’ll admit I am of flirtatious nature, but you’re the only one who enjoys my talking, that is something I am grateful for,” He started, “You are also very smart, and beautiful. I wouldn’t say as beautiful as me, I am quite the charming lad,” we both chuckled, as I nudged his hand playfully. He stopped me by grabbing it and intertwining our fingers, my breath hitched, and I turned my head to face him, slowly. Nikolai was already staring at me with a lovely smile.

I loved the idea of being with him, but I knew it wasn’t possible, “It would have been nice… to be with you that is…” I said with a sad smile, “But I don’t think the King and Queen would appreciate it, for Ravka’s sake-“ “There, already thinking like a true Queen,” He said half-jokingly, I don’t know what he was doing. He was supposed to tell me I was right, it wouldn’t work, he was supposed to cut everything off. Instead, he was entertaining the thought.

“Dear, let’s not think of what’s to come and enjoy our time while we can, shall we?” “You say that as if we were going to die, that’s not the optimistic Prince I know.” I said humorously, not enjoying the dark turn the conversation was taking.

“You are very right, gorgeous. You are correct that the King and Queen won’t like it, not one bit. They’re quite set on marrying me off to some wealthy princess, but I do love a challenge, let’s first win this war. Anything can happen, and until then, I would gladly have you by my side.” There was some uncertainty in his tone when he continued, almost timid. Uncharacteristic of him, but I found myself relax slightly knowing he was not always brash and charming. As if we had a common ground here in both being new to this. “If you desire to not go forth with this, I’ll respect your wish, gorgeous.”

“I want you too Nikolai,” I heard a short sigh of relief, “And my wish is for you to kiss me, can you respect that-“ I was interrupted by a breathless laugh as two hands cradled my face gently and pulled me closer, his lips pressed against mine, I could feel the smile on his lips and could only oblige in returning it. “Good, do you want to keep this secret or-“ “I think keeping it between our closest friends would be better, not that I’m ashamed. I’d flaunt you in a heartbeat, not that people would care, but…” “-But let’s not have the court talking just yet, I’m sure women will be jealous. Who wouldn’t be with such a handsome man by your side, after all? I’m quite the catch,” He paused.

“And maybe let’s avoid the wrath of the King and Queen’s for now,”

“Well… I never went fishing, but I’d say you’re an OK fish,” I told him teasingly, jumping back on his saying of being a good catch. He huffed in faux-shock, “An ok fish? I’ll have you known I am more of a very handsome fox, have you seen my lush hair?”

This was the night I find out Nikolai felt the same way I did about him. From that day, I did start considering his offer of the single room but was afraid of people finding out.

Meeting in his bedroom would be more comfortable, in a way we wouldn’t be sitting on the floor and freezing ourselves to death. But I love the blanket of the wide-open night, the darkness of it, the secrecy it brought us, something I doubt a room next to the King and Queen’s room could bring.

We’d play the game well. The one where we weren’t supposed to be close, it was hard to keep it up with Nikolai’s subtle flirts when we’d cross paths. During the day he’d be running around, getting things done, with other people around him and would still dare to look my way while I’d be training, and wink at me. When I’d receive a hit from losing focus and look back at him frustrated, he’d grin and mouth “careful”.

The soldier I was training with was starting to catch on, I thought she had found out when she chuckled. “Has the little Grisha taken a liking to the young prince?” I scoffed in response, playing it off and retaliating her previous attack. “I’d be a fool if I did, let’s resume,” I was indeed a fool and there was no helping it. I was falling more and more in love with the witty prince the more I spent time with him.

He grew bolder in his moves, making me look at him exasperated the day he asked the person I was training with, if he could practice a bit. Thinking he meant for me to leave, I stepped aside but he laughed, “You can go Zeke, I’m a bit rusty but I want to see how our little Grisha is fending for herself,”

I looked him dead in the eyes, without showing my true feelings. I threw a glance at Zeke, hoping they wouldn’t try to read the room, instead they left a bit confused.

We stepped closer to one another, reading our weapon, “Nikolai, what are you doing,” he grinned, oh so charmingly, “Making sure my training programs is working, of course!” He exclaimed as we started fencing. I had a hard time getting a hit on him, I tried to argue that he had been doing this since he was a child, probably. Adding to that his great side life as privateer, he must have been in many fights, but then I remember he would mostly fight with pistols.

When he was about to hit me another time, I used my power to make him feel dizzy. I fell back, avoiding his sword, he only lost a bit of his balance and stood standing right there. “I believe that’s cheating gorgeous,” He whispered, extending his hand to me to help me up. I didn’t take it and stood up on my own, leaning in and gritting through my teeth, “I can’t concentrate when you’re looking at me like that,” His grin only widened at that, “With burning passion and awe? You truly are stunning when you’re fighting, dear,”

I gave him a deadly glare once again, unable to hide my blush, “Nikolai, no!”

“Nikolai, yes, I believe I won. See you tonight?” He looked around mischievously before placing a delicate kiss on my cheek and slipping away without an ounce of regret in his strut. I stood there in shock until Zeke returned and we resumed our training. No one had seen a thing.

Later, the return of the Sun Summoner happened. The worry I felt upon being discovered with the prince grew in a different direction. Upon her return, a lot went down, one being the making of Nikolai a King. His father had abdicated, both him and the Queen were to stay away from Ravka. Talks about an alliance between him and Sankta Alina was going around, meaning, a marriage. I ignored it the best I could.

One time we almost got caught when I was told the King had asked for a meeting with me, I held back a groan at how this lacked discretion. I made my way to the room dedicated for the war meetings with the most important people, and saw Nikolai looking at the map on the table in the middle of the room. He signaled for the person who accompanied me to leave, that this was important and needed all his focus. They nodded and closed the door behind. His diplomatic attitude fell to the ground like a cape being removed off his beautiful person.

“Your majesty, you’re growing careless,” I was afraid someone was listening on the other side of the door and kept some distance between us, something he did not seem to be in the mood for. Instead, he grabbed both my hands and pulled me deeper into the room, whispering, “I wanted to see you and as your King you cannot refuse me,” He said playfully, “Nikolai, do you not care what people might think of this?” I asked, exhausted.

“The people think there is something between Zoya and I,” I felt my heart clench, sighing heavily as I rested my chin on his chest, looking at him from a weird angle. “Which… there is not, right?” I felt his arms tighten around my waist, it felt comforting to be in his embrace like this, I felt untouchable. He looked at me with a big smile, “Is my darling jealous?” I rolled my eyes and looked off to the side. “I love you Nikolai, Saints do I love you…” I paused. “But there is talk about getting married to the Sun Summoner, the people need a Queen they can look up to, and I think you should make that alliance…”

He sighed and played with my hair as he spoke, “I’ll only accept one Queen by my side, I do not wish to marry Alina,”

“What you want is different from what Ravka needs, Nikolai. You and I both know that. We both knew from the moment we started this that, things will change, and I hardly think I would be fit for the throne. A Saint is what the country needs-“ “Funds is what Ravka needs, I am already considered a bastard, I have been called many names at the court but I meet their insults with laughter, I can add fool to the many titles I have been given it means I can marry the one I truly love,”

I took a deep breath as I cradled his face in my hands, “Funds is what the country will need once we won… But hope is what keeps us alive, is it not? The people need hope right now, hope from a Saint ruling over them, I will stay by your side always, but you need this alliance with the Sun Summoner Nikolai,” We were interrupted by heavy knocks on the door before Zoya came rushing in, a scowl on her face. I had had time to step away from Nikolai and slump quickly on one of the seats to make it look like it was just a conversation.

His mask came back the moment the door open, we did not talk more about it.

I later heard he did propose with a big ring to Alina, Zoya informed me. But she had turned him down. I had to tell him to try harder, giving him tips of what I think could make her swoon. But deep down, I felt offended for his sake, why would she refuse him? He was handsome, smart, kind, gentle, funny- I stopped my thoughts for a moment, realizing how much I loved him and how much my heart ached for him. This situation was affecting me more than I thought it would, I knew he did not love her, and I also knew it from the start that it’d come down to that, but it still hurt.

That same day, in the evening, I left my room late but did not find him following me. There was a pinch in my heart as I climbed up to reach the outside. When I arrived there, I saw Nikolai sitting on the railing with Alina a bit further away from him. My heart shattered but I kept my composure, Alina stepped away from the railing and met my eyes with surprise. I was the first one to speak, “My apologies, your majesty, Sankta Alina, I will leave you be,” with a curtesy I moved to leave but heard Nikolai call my name.

Turning around, I held his gaze. I clenched my jaw, feeling jealousy build inside me. It was unlike me, but I couldn’t help it. I bowed once more, “Does your majesty require-“ “Gorgeous, I told you to call me Nikolai,” Many thoughts crossed my mind, but mostly, what is he doing? I heard him a lot closer this time, his hand reached for my cheek as he lifted my chin. I uttered his name in a warning tone, barely above a breath. “Oh, don’t worry, he told me about both of you. I wouldn’t have guessed; I mean sure I could see you clearly had a crush on the Too-Clever fox here.”

“Alina, who wouldn’t? No one can resist my charms, I make women swoon with just a wink,” “And make them leave the moment you open your mouth, a shame you cannot for the life of you shut up Nikolai,” She replied playfully, making him fake gasp.

I watched the interaction in shock, stepping back from the King, still not sure I could display anything else but curtesy to the King of Ravka and his little Saint. Daring to speak, I looked at the Sun Summoner, “I like listening to him talk, it’s interesting, don’t you think Sankta Alina?” She stared at me, before looking at Nikolai then back at me, “You managed to him blush!” “I do not blush; the air is frisky here. Let’s go back inside,” He ushered us both towards the door, only to have Alina stop us. “I’ll go back inside, but you,” She pointed at me, “Call me Alina, I am no Saint, and you,” she pointed at Nikolai, then at the ring on her finger, “I’ll only keep it until we win, but we are not getting married,” Then she left.

Nikolai’s hand reached for mine and pulled me to our usual spot, pulling out a blanket and wrapping us in it quickly before talking, “As you can see, it’s unfortunate but the Saint does not wish to marry me, there is nothing I can do to force her,” He said a bit too happily. His hands both held mine, warming them up. The night was warmer the previous one, but it was still too chilly for any of us to stay outside without the proper blankets. “If the court does not call you a fool, I will. You have to be more persuasive with her, I know full well you could persuade a rock to move with just your charms,” I said with a light tone, but I was being serious.

He brought my hands to his shoulders before helping me sit on his lap, it felt strange to be this close, but I did not say anything. “Would my charms work on you if I asked you to marry me?” I huffed a laugh; He was joking at the worst moments. “Nikolai Lantsov, Major of the Twenty-Second Regiment, Grand Duke of Udova, King of Ravka, the man who proposed to two women in one night. You’re-“ I scoffed, pausing as I rested my forehead against his, a small smile on my lips, “Don’t joke like that, I know if you ask again I’ll say yes, and it’s not… not until we won,”

“Then how about a promise? I want you, no, need you by my side, I’ll wait until we won,” He paused, smirking. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and observed a moment, “Since the big ring is in Alina’s possession, no one will notice if…” He dug inside the pocket of his coat and turned my head just slightly; His hand grazed the shell of my ear as he spoke so close to me that I felt his breath hit my skin. “Sturmhond is a very fashionable man, I’m sure you’d like him, very charming too,” I made a confused face, moments after, he let go and gestured for me to touch.

I felt a metallic thing on the shell of my ear, “Is that an ear cuff?” “Absolutely, I might be very eager to show you off, but I am not an idiot, and if any of us wore a ring, it’d be a bit obvious. Don’t you think?” He did not wait for an answer, “We’ll both know what it means. I will definitely buy you a gorgeous ring once this is over, but let’s settle for this little trinket for now-“ I cut him off by kissing him deeply, earning a surprised sound from him before he returned the kiss.

I looked at him with a huge grin, he seemed embarrassed but recovered quickly, “I’ll take that as a yes,” “You are very thoughtful, thank you. I like it, I don’t have anything for you, not that you could wear anything without everyone being suspicious.” I chuckled.

“Oh my heart, I have plenty. Know that you are in my thoughts always,” “I think that’s my cue to leave, I have had my quota of…” I gestured at him playfully. The blond man pulled me closer, “Affection? Well, I have not, and as your King, I demand you stay until I am fully satiated.” And I did. We stayed there all night, until we fell asleep. It was good.

This happiness did not last long. Some way, The Darkling found the Spinning Wheel. Everything went south from there, people dying, running around. I saw the woman who had taught me to control my power, jump into the void, I saw my lover getting snatched from in front of me, his screams reaching my ears. I called out for him but tried to hide my sadness, my heartbreak, behind fear. I failed. I yelled his name in despair, he fell back on the ground but was in searing pain. I approached him but saw his form change, it had taken the shape of something close to a volcra. “Nikolai!” I reached out for him, he stopped midair.

His hand reached out for mine, for a single moment. I was not paying attention to what The Darkling was saying but was solely focused on the King that had transformed into a demon. I tried to pull him towards me, his claws dug inside my arm, but I didn’t let go. He pulled back, leaving red marks on my arms as I fell to my knees.

This was what this man left behind, this bastard. The man I believed a mentor. He took everything for himself, he did not care. He claimed it was for the greater good but was a selfish- “Piece of shit!” I continued insulting him, but he only laughed, mocking me, saying I looked a poor little puppy in love.

Soon enough, he disappeared. I do not know what happened next, I was out of it.

I was later asked to join the Saint’s team in the search for amplifiers that I believed were legends, myths. Until it was not, I did not talk much during the trip. No matter what happened, I kept my composure. Or did I? I would play with the ear cuff Nikolai offered me, thinking back on our moments together. Zoya would sometimes try to have me talking, we would talk a few until none of us found the strength to keep up this charade. We were both exhausted, unable to fake being anything but terrified, lost, confused.

During the trip, Alina disappeared and came back out of breath telling us she saw Nikolai, adding he was still himself, she knew. I did not want to believe her. I knew her to be way too optimistic, maybe more realistic, but I did not wish to believe her. I did not wish to have false hopes, believing Nikolai was lost seemed easier than spending my energy on hoping.

Hope is what keeps us alive, I heard him say in my head. And I knew, Saints did I know that hope kept us alive… And part of me was still hopeful. I would later be glad this part hung on until the end.

As much as I’d deny it, Alina’s news of having seen Nikolai, even in his demon form, and telling us he was still in there… it kept me going. Even in the hard times, even as we entered the fold, I was still thinking, maybe he’ll come out of the sky, grinning as usual, explaining us how he oh so easily escaped the hands of darkness. How he was back and ready to outwit that geezer of Darkling.

It was anything but. The attack in the fold went awry at some point, I did not know when, I knew I got shot but kept going by stopping the bleeding. We couldn’t see anything anymore, I had gotten separated from the squad, and was now cornered. I tried to fight off the Volcra the best I could, but there were no inferni around, no Sun Summoner. I was going to die, but hopefully it wouldn’t have been in vain and in the end, Alina will have killed The Darkling.

Death did not happen. Instead, an ear-piercing screech did. I felt talons grip my shoulders, it hurt but they did not dug fully into my skin, I tried to fight off the Volcra that had grabbed me. Fear coursing through my body, but as I did, I realize it was bringing me closer to the limit of the Fold.

Then, a blinding light.

Alina’s power. She was using it, she was helping us, she was winning. Darkness was going away, everything was clearing up, the Volcra- I was now falling. The Volcra that was carrying me had let go, I looked where it would have been standing and saw a blond mop of hair. Nikolai? I thought, before I could see who it was, I hit the ground hard and lost consciousness.

I mustn’t have passed out long, since when I opened my eyes, the brightness was only dispersing. I stood up quickly, and looked around me, a naked body on the ground next to me. Turning their head, I gasped and tried to get them to wake up, “Nikolai! Nikolai, please wake up, for the love of Saints, wake up!” I took off my kefta and covered him the best I could, repeating his name over and over again. I knew he was still alive, I could feel it, but I was afraid to use my power in this state.

The adrenaline coursing through my vein would make me fuck up, which I did not want. After a few moments, I heard groans and the man in front of me sat up, I moved the kefta to cover him properly. When I met his gaze, my heart stopped.

He was exhausted. Covered in bruises, his hair messy, his gaze confused. “You’re back…” I whispered, reaching out for him, he took my hand in his and brought it to his chest, “Did you ever doubt it? I am well-versed in achieving the improbable.” He said with a grin, I stared at him in awe, feeling the tears welling up. I wiped them away before they could even roll down my cheeks, “I’ll admit I did, but I am relieved you’re alive,”

He brought me in a tight hug, which I broke quickly as I leaned back and quirked a brow, looking at him insistently. He looked down at himself then back at me, “I do hope you are enjoying the view, gorgeous, it’s a sample of what you’ll get once we-“ “Your majesty! Are you alright?”

And here, our moment got ruined. I stood up and was about to explain hat had happened, when Nikolai spoke, “The Volcra did not seem to enjoy my fashion sense, they ripped it to shreds. You have spare uniforms laying around, yes?” The soldiers nodded and led him to the tents set nearby.

I waited until everyone left what remained of the Fold. The survivors returned to the camp, we counted our wounded, healers did their work. I saw Alina bring in a wounded man and noticed by the look in her eyes this was the person that mattered to her. She seemed different than before, she also kept her head low, as if she was hiding. So, I did not say anything.

Nikolai had her brought in, they talked a long while, whilst my wounds were getting tended to.

Part of me hoped they weren’t arranging a real marriage. I knew it was stupid, but I still thought it could still happen. My daydream was interrupted when the healer went for the gloves around my hands, I stopped him, “No need, there’s nothing-“ “I must check, I’ve taken care of everything but I have to be sure,” I did not want them to see, I tried to snatch my hand away and heard a throat clearing by the entrance.

“The lady said no, out you go, I would like to have a word with her. No one is allowed, this is important matter,” Just like that, Nikolai had kicked the healer out of his own tent. I told him off, telling him he was making a scene and yet let him hold my hands gently as he looked at me without a word. The prettiest smile adorned his features, even as I berated him. When I was done, he smiled wider, “You are so beautiful when you’re passionately yelling at me,” “Nikolai,”

“What’s with the gloves, dove?” he asked in all seriousness, his fingers grazing the edge of he long gloves. “I…” “May I?” He asked. I nodded. He pulled them off and saw the dark lines on my left arm, “It’s healed up, there’s just nothing they could do about that. I don’t know… I-“ “How did this happen? Tell me,”

I paused then pulled him closer, “You did, but it’s alright, I forgive you- It wasn’t done out of malice or anything of that sort, I had tried to keep you closer but the-“ he ran his hands through his hair and apologized. He seemed to be truly regretting it, even though he was probably unaware of his own actions.

“Nikolai, please, it’s nothing. It’s over,” I grabbed his hand and only now noticed he had the same marks as I did. His hands were covered in black threads almost. He looked at our intertwined hands a moment, “What if it’s not over?” Vulnerability, something the King rarely showed. “Then I’ll be here every step of the way,” He pulled me into a hug and stood there a moment.

I broke the silence, adding, “It has some charms, don’t you think? It’s almost matching tattoos,” I said jokingly. The blond man laughed wholeheartedly as he leaned back, “I say it’d look even better with,” he grabbed my hand a slid a golden ring on my ring finger, “this, don’t you think it complements it?” I looked at it in bewilderment, gazing up at Nikolai. My hand went to the ear cuff he had offered me, he stopped me, “Keep it, I think Sturmhond would agree it suits you better than him,”

I laughed. “I suppose we did win… I am still not fit to be Queen, and I am still very set on you being a complete fool for doing this,” I said calmly, but inside my heart was soaring. “It’s a lot of words to say yes, don’t you think?” He said teasingly, his hands cradling my face, “Let me try again,”

He kissed my lips tenderly, “Will you marry me, gorgeous?”

I nodded and pecked his lips softly, “Yes, my prince,”

“I am actually a King now,” “Please Nikolai, just this once, shut up,”

He leaned in, “Gladly,” and kissed me once more.

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radioactivepeasant · 3 years

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Fic Prompts: Star Wars Wednesday

Just like last week, spoilers for The Mandalorian season two

"I can't believe you talked me into this."

Cara leaned back in the pilot's seat, wearing that same smirk she always had. The one that said "I knew you'd do it". The one that said "Learn to have a little fun!" The one that said "Admit it, you're a pushover, Din Djarin."

"I can't believe you didn't think of this before!" Cara teased.

[[MORE]]

"The kid is training, and training is school, right? Kid needs school supplies. Styluses. Lunch box. Things like that."

Din looked over his shoulder at the small bundle on the floor behind him. "Maybe..." he murmured.

Cara frowned. "Hey, quit." There was no bite in her words. There never was when they talked about Grogu: she knew better than most that some subjects weren't to be taken lightly. "He's gonna want to see you. That kid adores you."

"He...he belongs with the Jedi," Din said, if only to convince himself not to snatch up his boy and never stop running. "Not the..."

He couldn't bring himself to say "Not the Mandalorians".

Cara adjusted the coordinates minutely, then swiveled sideways in her seat. She leaned forward, elbows on her thighs, and raised her eyebrows at the morose Mandalorian.

"So...there have never been any Mandalorian Jedi? Ever?"

The "no" was already on Din's lips before the weight of the Darksaber on his hip called it into question. Could such a thing exist? One who followed both the Creed of the Mandalorians and whatever Creed the Jedi lived by?

Could Grogu be one?

And was it selfish of him to hope the child might be?

They landed on Yavin IV with little difficulty. Din hadn't expected them to be that close by! It certainly made a difference to know that Grogu wouldn't be far from Mandalore after all.

They were directed by several New Republic officers to an upper level of what Cara said was an ancient temple, surrounded by jungle. It was warm and humid, but not unpleasantly so. The croaking of amphibian creatures in the trees made Din smile under his helmet.

"Hope none of those are poisonous," he remarked, gesturing toward the trees.

The man escorting them -- Din had seen his face on a bounty puck once, he was sure of it -- grimaced. "To most animals here, they are. To certain tridactyl toddlers though..."

Cara snorted. "How many did he eat?"

The man groaned. "Four. Five if you count the one he tried to give to my kid."

Han smirked despite himself when the Mandalorian behind him immediately said, "Urgh. I'm sorry, he does that. Is yours training here too?"

"Not training, no." Han led them towards an open courtyard like place. "We decided not to start that until he's five. Little bandit can't even sit up on his own yet. Luke just babysits when Leia and I both have to work."

"Hey Han! Over here!" The familiar voice of the Jedi echoed from a shady corner beside a tree.

Han. Han Solo! That's where Din had seen his face before! Well. Probably for the best that Boba was busy on Tatooine, then. Solo and friends had taken his fellow Mandalorian's honoring of his contract...rather personally. And Fett had the scars to prove it. For all that he thought the man would probably say something to the effect of "it was just business", Din still didn't think putting him in the same room as Han Kriffing Solo was a good idea.

Any further contemplation of men with prices on their heads crumbled into silence when Din heard a familiar squeal. He dropped to his knees on instinct, just in time to catch Grogu as he tripped on the hem of his little blue robe and fell headfirst into Din's hands.

"Grogu!" Din gasped around the lump in his throat.

"Buir!" Grogu laughed from upside down, though it really sounded more like "Bweeoo!"

Quickly, Din turned the toddler right side up and examined him for injuries. He didn't look hurt, but he did have a large smudge of dirt across his cheek, and dirty handprints all over his clothes. The mythosaur pendant had gotten a little tangled around the zipper on the front, and Din realized that Grogu's robe was just a human infant's sleep sack that someone had cut a hole for feet in.

Luke Skywalker sat on the grass with a three or four month old human baby in his lap. Din guessed that must have been Solo's child. Grogu was pointing at him and babbling incoherently. Din nodded seriously.

"Yes, yes he is a baby."

"Bee bee bee. Batu."

"No, not like the tadpole babies at all, you're right."

He had no idea if Grogu was actually talking about the tadpole child he'd bonded with, but he'd made similar sounds then, hadn't he?

"Grogu."

Grogu's head snapped back to face Din. His ears perked up, and his eyes shone. That threatened to undo Din there and then, but somehow he kept his composure.

"I brought you something to help you while you learn."

Immediately the toddler started looking around. "Buir? Buir?"

Cara held up the bundle Din had purchased from a Lurmen outfitters shop. A tiny red satchel, perfect for smaller species, hung from her fingertips. As soon as Grogu saw the yellow and brown frog pattern on the front pocket, he hooted with delight and reached for it.

"Hang on, short stuff," Cara laughed, "There's more!" She opened the bag and pulled out a pack of short, chunky, styluses in many colors. "Your dad thought you'd like coloring."

Luke laughed softly. "Oh he certainly seems to like his colors. Guess why we had to improvise new clothes?"

Gently bouncing his son in his arms, oblivious to Solo's bewildered look, Din asked the Jedi the question he almost didn't want the answer to.

"What...what happened to his romper?"

Luke winced. "Um."

Behind them, Han started laughing.

"Okay, so-" Luke ran a hand through his hair. "Part of being a Jedi is accepting when you make mistakes and learning from them. Case in point, Force strong toddlers and open jars of finger paint actually...aren't the great idea I'd thought they were..."

Almost completely inaudibly he added, "andalittlebitgotinhiseye,pleasedon'tbemad!"

Grogu flailed his arms up and then down with enthusiasm, trying to show his Buir exactly what he'd done with the paint.

"Yeah," the Manda'lor sighed, perfectly content, "That sounds like my kid."

#the mandalorion spoilers #the mandalorian #mandalorian season 2 #Mandalorian season 2 spoilers #mando spoilers #star wars wednesday #luke skywalker #din djarin #grogu djarin #baby yoda #writing prompts #fic prompts #the mandadlorian #cara dune #she's the fun auntie #han solo #the Yavin system is actually really close to Mandalore relatively speaking #that makes Bring Your Dad To School days much easier for Grogu if Luke trains students there like in the EU #i just need Din dropping Grogu off at Jedi Preschool with a little frog backpack

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being zuko’s s/o would include hcs?

BEING ZUKO’S S/O [GENDER NEUTRAL!READER]

BEING KORRA’S S/O | BEING SOKKA’S S/O

SUMMARY: being zuko’s s/o from the confession to the weddin’ [say this but make it rhyme the way those singers do ya know]

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

WARNINGS: kissing, very mildly implied nsfw, soft zuko, a dragon

A/N: these are gonna be extensive bc there is no scenario but if you want whole fics there are like 6342 zuko fics coming since everyone is a zuko simp. also wow this is really long um i hope its what you wanted!

GETTING INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

you guys have probably known each other a long time, because homebody does not fall for just anyone, so if you become the object of his affections, you better feel HONORED. hehe honored

i feel like it takes him a lot of time to actually accept his feelings for you are beyond platonic. the main reason he falls for you is probably your consistency in his life since thats something he tends to lack. like his mom? gone. his dad? kicked him out of the only place he ever knew. his life is filled with major changes so if you guys have known each other since childhood then consistency is key

once he realizes he likes you he kinda panics because what if you don’t accept him? what if you leave? even worse, what if you leave because he likes you? so now he’s panicking, and naturally, as one does, Zuko avoids his problems. You, being the problem. And his emotions, but he is in denial so

definitely talks to his uncle about the two of you A LOT, especially when he is first figuring out his feelings and trying to figure out what to do about them

his uncle is an elite wingman, constantly tries to get the two of you to be alone in the same space or get information out of you in regards to you

when it comes to confessing i can see a few situations

situation one is that zuko confesses completely by accident, freaks out, disappears, avoids you even more, like homie is a mess. after you get fatally injured, or maybe when he thinks you are asleep, or he just kinda blurts it out in conversation when you guys are doing something domestic. regardless, it is entirely by accident, and now zuko is freaking the heck out.

“i really like this tea.”

“i really like you.”

“excuse me-”

“i goTTA GO FEED MY DRAGOn Y/N!”

“you don’t have a dragon!”

so that’s how zuko gets his dragon from LOK, storytime over

you kinda have to find him and get a word in before he runs off because he is really scared of rejection, he doesn’t want you to leave and assumes that if the situation is never addressed then you can’t leave woohoo problem solved.

his uncle yells at him lol

when you corner him you gotta confess super fast and handle his anxieties because he is super worried about you hating him now even though it is the opposite.

“please don’t leave me.”

“i’m not gonna leave my boyfriend.”

“your- your what?”

“we are dating now. i like you, you like me, so we are dating.”

situation two is equally chaotic, but far less dancing around the feelings since you confess! congrats! you have more balls than me! im so proud! good job bb!

when you confess, its probably late at night, a comfortable silence between the two of you, or maybe he’s ranting about something, like how dumb the concept of tea is idk. regardless this is DOMESTIC, so it’s soft and cute and you are just like you know what screw it this nerd is so easily flustered by me maybe he likes me back! look at us cuddling like a couple! might as well make it official!

zuko.exe error, not working

you broke him good job.

he externally panics and internally congratulates himself while panicking. he is very shocked you feel that way for him because he is an oblivious boy.

“honestly, i don’t understand why my uncle likes those flavored water leaves so much-”

“i don’t understand why i’m in love with you.”

“WHAT.”

if y’all were cuddling on a bed or smth he THROWS YOU OFF BY ACCIDENT SKJDHJFHKHWJKF oopsie, he just gets up so quickly that you kinda go tumbling.

homie literally asks you why so naturally you gotta start listing all of these reasons why because hes like perfect and beautiful and yeah we all love him a lot :D marry me zuko <3

you gotta give him a hot minute to process all the information you just gave him, he is in shock for a short while, kinda just sitting there confused. once it gets through his thick skull that you like him he’s gonna thank you 💀

then he’ll ask you how you wanna handle this and boom you have a boyfriend now good job!

DURING THE RELATIONSHIP

dating during a war is hard so when y’all first start dating, probably towards the end of the war when he finally joins the Gaang, its gonna be really chaotic and you guys are still gonna be sorting through everything, like what kinda couple do you wanna be? neither of you know

kisses are rare during this time, especially since zuko is a generally private person who doesn’t really do PDA much, especially since he wants to avoid teasing and judgement from others. he’s a real people pleaser at the end of the day, he literally spent three years of his life looking for someone the world thought just disappeared permanently because he wanted his dad’s validation.

when you two do kiss, it tends to be a night in your shared tent, even then Zuko is weary of Toph’s seismic senses.

his kisses tend to be soft and sensual, he really just wants to take his time and enjoy it. however, bb does have a temper so you can expect some spice on occasion when he gets frustrated.

this comes later on in the relationship, once the war is resolved, but that just brings about new problems! like having to deal with the new fire lord who is always busy as your boyfriend!

especially at the beginning, when he’s newly crowned and everything is busy and new and he’s struggling with being organized, he rarely has time for you. however, you are likely his right hand, main advisor, general, whatever your area of expertise is he will find you a position in the castle, unless you tell him you want to stay out of politics. though, deep down, he wants to give you a position so he can spend time with you

once things calm down and he’s got being fire lord in the bag, he starts blocking in time during his day to actually take you out on dates and stuff

at one point just disappears for the whole day with you and everyone thinks he’s been kidnapped until they realize you aren’t around either

that’s not very responsible of you guys smh you have a nation to run

is soft with you, though zuko’s temper definitely lessened when he became Fire Lord, but it no doubt shows itself sometimes, but never with you

well need your assurance sometimes because he gets insecure

like why is the beautiful amazing intelligent woman dating me i do not understand what the heck why have you not left me yet

knock some sense into him

also gets worried that he is a horrible ruler and wants you to tell him that he in fact does his job very well

did you forget you helped end a war zuko?

kiss. his. scar. give him love, its one of few physical parts of himself that he is insecure about and if you kiss him there he might start crying because wow intimacy didn’t know what that was

speaking of intimacy, he is a touch starved boy so when you start giving him love do not stop, never deprive him of cuddles he gets grumpy

lol play volleyball with him

very domestic??? like his parents highkey did not like eachother so now he just wants to hold your hand, lay with you in the morning, wake up to your pretty face, and just cuddle with you while you read aloud

overall you two are a power couple and zuko simps for you 25/8 you rule as a team and he values you and your opinion VERY much, tries to take you out as often as he can despite his VERY demanding job, and expresses his love to the best of his ability

MARRIAGE N STUFF

zuko took the throne YOUNG he was like 16, so he is not proposing until y’all are at least adults, but i imagine that he is probably gonna wanna date you for like at least three years before proposing

he wants to make sure you are there to stay even if you’ve been around since childhood

there are two ways he is gonna propose here

situation one is where he kinda just does it,,, randomly? like out of nowhere he realizes that w o w he wants to marry you, he wants to spend the rest of his life with you and dedicate everything to you because you are HIS forever person

so he’s kinda just laying with you in the morning, nice soft kisses here and there, will not let you leave the bed and you are definitely complaining, especially if you have a position in the palace and need to get to work

regardless its a soft moment, there’s light filtering in through the window in your shared room, and its shining on your face, and yeah you are lowkey a mess because its the morning but you are just,, so,, beautiful??

and you start telling him about your plans for the, playing with his hair and stuff, and he’s listening to his heartbeat when he breaks from your hold and looks up at you and is just like

“marry me.”

“we also need to feed your dragon- wait what”

you are kinda just in shock for a moment, so you sit up and look at him, mouth gaping open like

“are you serious?”

he suddenly realizes he doesn’t have a ring and it is 7AM in the morning and it is not the best time for this

“...yes”

now you are laughing, falling back onto the pillows, and maybe there’s a tear in your eye as you nod rapidly, “okay, yes.”

now you are thinking of the fake story you are gonna tell people when they asked how he proposed because you are NOT saying it was in bed at 7AM while you were looking like a whole mess

“yes? yes as in yes you will marry me? are you serious?”

such an idiot, but he’s cute its okay

you kiss him and its passionate and adorable, and he kisses back but he quickly breaks apart and is like “you’re sure? because i don’t have a ring-”

“how have you successfully run a country.”

“good thing you are gonna join me on the throne i suppose.”

“oh my god you’re right-”

“you aren’t reconsidering are you?”

“NO.”

have fun being the fire god woo

now y’all go back to making out and traumatize whatever advisor comes to check on you because they’re like where are the people who rule this country???

situation two is where he has been carrying around the ring for MONTHS but is looking for the perfect time to propose because you are perfect so this must be perfect

he couldn’t sleep and in the middle of the night he was like WELP I WANNA GET ENGAGED and kinda just decided he was gonna marry you

since you were asleep he couldn’t ask you right then and these

confides in the gaang and everyone is super excited

now he’s been walking around with this ring for months and what is he supposed to do now oh god

the gaang is like stop procrastinating bro, just ASK HER, and hes like NO IT NEEDS TO BE PERFECT

they help him set up the palace courtyard and make it all nice, there are lanterns, and candles, and a path of rose petals, and this time around he does have a ring so yes its great

he’s like hey let’s go for a walk! and you’re like okay??? lol

so you two are walking around the palace, holding hands, when he leads you to the courtyard and you are just like DAMN this is romantic AND pretty

“i think we are interrupting Zuko let’s leave”

“what do you mean interrupting-”

“well someone clearly put in a lot of effort!”

“that someone is me!”

its not that he isn’t romantic its just that he’s never done something like this so now you’re confused

“did i forget our anniversary?”

“no.”

NOW you understand, looking around, you turn back to him to find that he’s on one knee, you two are in front of the pond with the turtleducks and wow it must be raining why is there water on your face? haha...

he tells you he loves you and that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, and how he hopes he never loses you because you are just so vital to his life and his being and everything he’s done to make this world a better place has been for you and damn zuko you wonder if he got possessed

obviously you agree

and obviously something goes wrong

when he stands you tackle him with a hug and you two fall into the pond

oops

the wedding[disclaimer: i have never been to a wedding so i do not know what happens in weddings, feel free to educate me pls] is either REALLY intimate and private, or really big and stuff, since you gotta go through that whole coronation process now and like public weddings n stuff

no matter what his uncle is the one who walks you down the aisle.

change my mind.

you cant.

the intimate one is almost similar to eloping, probably happens in the court yard where he proposed, and you are wearing a AMAZING outfit, whether its a tux, an amazing dress, a jumpsuit, you gonna look FIRE

hehe fire

anyways it’ll probably be the people who fought with him in the war, the gaang, the white lotus, kyoshi warriors, maybe a few others,

its a really nice ceremony, and the courtyard is decorated so beautifully, though Zuko considered putting a fence around the pond considering what happened when he proposed lol

if its a more public wedding, then its going to feel like the entire Fire Nation came to watch y’all get married, much more flashy, there’s a band performance, a banquet, y’all gotta use the ballroom so that everyone can dance

kinda nerve wracking ngl

regardless, after you two get married nothing really changes because you always acted like an old married couple, and even as the other ruler of the fire nation, you always had an important job in the palace so its kinda just the same but more official

its a vibe

moral of the story is zuko is a simp for you and your marriage is mutual simping, that is all

A/N: i kinda went off ngl, also im about to hit 200 followers and i feel as though i should do something special so i am taking suggestions pls

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permanent: @chewymoustachio

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