#I will dig into the blog for the royal au tag but yes

[thecosmicsen]

the usual scent of sprigs of lavender & pine tucked in the young prince’s pillow drifts away as he continues his deep slumber.  snared with the sluicing aquatic depths of a siren’s alluring essence instead,  sleeping Jaewoo’s nostrils are flooded with notes of honeyed lilies,  earthy citrus and crystallised vanilla.  his brain registers a new presence in his royal chambers,  an undeniable fresh weight sinking down into his plush mattress.  usually,  the prince is poised with the unconscious instinctive need to yell for his guards and roll off the bed to recover his dagger.  yet he knows this is no threat — even as he lays openly vulnerable in between velvet-laden blankets.  somehow at the back of his mind,  he knows that scent.  he can recognise the aura of something so tantalising ethereal,  one that feels like rays of intangible soft pale moonlight filtering through the gaps of his fingers.  

a sniff behind the shell of his ear tickles him,  causing the sensitive prince to reflexively shudder with a small giggle.  this should have been his cue to wake up and confront the divine woman with the talon fingertips as she curiously runs the pads of her fingers along the curve of his clothed arm.  for whatever mystifying reason,  he remains undisturbed in his slumber with an echo resonating his semi-conscious state.  

do not wake up and ruin it all.  

obediently following the wish of his mind that clearly knows what is going on better,  Jaewoo blissfully tucks his top blanket under his chin with a drawn out sigh.  he almost screams with an eye-popping score when an arm is slithered over his waist but his brain manages to shut him up just in time.  

lord almighty,  she is hugging me  !

warmly comforted by the siren’s embrace,  Jaewoo makes a grunt of appeasement to be the small spoon in this position.  although she prods the back of his head with the tip of her nose,  evidently still inquisitive in sniffing him out,  his heart trills with joy.  

“  I have dreams of you when you do not come,  ”  the prince sighs in his sleep,  his heartfelt whispered sentiment being a product of his semi-consciousness.  

Inés peers at him,  brow quirked as she discerns what movement incited him to verbally express something.  her hand sneaks underneath his pillow,  attempting to fish out any tucked away secrets as her other hand soothes him with light strokes along his thighs.  what she finds is his tiny little notebook of poetry,  most sections dedicated to writing out his favourite quotes from literature he encounters.  

as she may wonder why something seemingly innocent is hidden under his sleeping head,  she easily recognises the handwriting of a young nine year old Jaewoo scrawling out his favourite quotes on love resembling the night’s sky.  now she knows how foolishly romantic he had been ever since his youth.  it enraptures her attention,  her arm tucking the prince to her chest as her eyes scan every tiny detail that he has scribbled in his notebook.  her pert nipples peeking through the flimsy slip she wears prods into Jaewoo’s back — the prince wholly unfamiliar with such a sensation.  within his slumber,  he flushes deeply,  the blood rushing between his legs as he is cosied away in this tiny new bubble that the siren encased him in on his own bed.  

this does not slip past her,  her palm brushing over his groin to test the extent of his growing erection.  toying with him,  she blows a puff of air into his ear which invokes immediate shuddering from the prince yet again.  from time to time,  she peers over his side to watch his peacefully sleeping flushed face in still attention.  

before the breaking clouds of dusty pink to announce dusk arrives,  the siren withdraws from the prince’s side in favour of poking around his royal chambers.  there are plenty of portraits for her to track his lineage and all the handed-down ornaments that he proudly cherishes in hanging displays.  the kingdom’s affinity for being the country of flowers is highlighted in the prince’s chambers with detailed pink and baby blue wreaths hanging all over.  his desk facing the grand balcony in which the moonlight douses its reflective light is his favourite spot,  evident in how it is still full of scribbled letters and strewn portraits.  some of the bewitching siren that he has recently encountered.  Inés can see how he has neatly annotated her with  ‘ the most beautiful woman I have ever seen ’   and  ‘ gorgeous long-flowing black hair ’.  much to her amusement,  the prince covered her pubic region with a puff of cloud and made sure to cover her nipples with her locks of hair although the curves of her breasts are still accurately drawn.  

then the endless array of gold-textured books in his mini library to explain the prince’s irrational night-time behaviours.  his dreams of chasing fairytales are exposed through his book choices of mythical beasts,  adventure mapping and navigating through the cosmos.  she flits through the pages of every single book,  eventually coming across his hidden smuggled book of obscene knowledge on intimate love-making.  this piques her interest even more as to why the prince self-censored the pictures with opaque paper flaps and how the ones with the most dented creases are positions that she had personally never seen before either.  

approaching the slumbering prince,  she crawls on top of him this time.  breasts pressed against his arm,  she peers down on him with heightened curiosity after gifted with newfound knowledge on who he is and what he spends his time luxuriating in.  

“  you are full of many dreams little prince,  ”  her voice,  smooth and sultry as ever,  elicits his erection to its full state.  “  my hope,  my heaven,  my trust must be,  my gentle guide,  in following thee.  ”  she directly quotes one of his fantasied sentences in his hidden notebook before giving him one last sniff.  

the siren departs.  

in wake of her leave,  Jaewoo shortly arises from his strange-tinged sleep.  unwilling to stir too much in case he was to disturb the presence of the other,  he is swift to realise that she is gone if it wasn’t all a dream.  stomach curling with nostalgic nausea,  he sits up with drowsy eyes and a cock heavy with lust.  swirling thoughts of undecipherable moments between his dreams and reality confuses the prince.  the balcony doors are still tightly shut but the air of the room is inherently different.  gusts of fresh air and the distinguishable scent of his siren still linger around him — the ghost of her nipples also refusing to depart from his tingling body.  

before he is about to rush out to his sprawling balcony,  his acute senses pick up the unfamiliar sensation of something pricking into the back of his neck and arm.  baffled,  he hisses in pain when the foreign objects inflict deeper pain when he grazes his palm over the area.  realising he has to pick it out one by one,  he unfurls his palm to a set of iridescent scales.  jaw dropping,  he doesn’t have to think twice about who this belongs to.  after all,  he has spent hours obsessively re-sketching and re-annotating the otherworldly woman of his dreams.  he has noted it all down to meticulous high detail.  from the sheer gold glisten of her skin to the piercing set of razors that seem to be her teeth.  

she was here  !  it was not all a dream  !

glancing down at his velvet-gold embroidered sheets,  the iridescent scales are daintily scattered all over,  now illuminating the rosy peach skies that dapple through his high windows,  Jaewoo cannot stop buzzing with enlightened excitement to know that his dream was not a mere dream.  now he has one itching question :  why did she visit him  ?  is it normal for sirens to venture far from their lakes  ?

he must find out tonight. 

it is agonising with the way how his day rolls on so torturously slow.  highly conscious of his position and being the studiously obedient son,  Jaewoo does enjoy his responsibilities and tasks that he has to undertake as a prince alongside his twin brother.  but today isn’t the day where he can patiently wait everything out when he knows the woman of his dreams paid a nightly visit to him in his sleep.  forget the fact that he had to immediately relieve himself of his erection shortly whilst the scent of her lingered in the air and on his cushions and that he deliberately rubbed his thighs against her scales as he rubbed his erection out.  

“  you are unusually terse today my dear brother,  ”  Taesoo quips with his eyes dancing with mischievous knowing light as the princes march down the gardens for an afternoon tea with a visiting ambassador.  “  is it a woman  ?  ”

jerked out of his thoughts of how he can replicate her scent with the palace’s flowers,  Jaewoo stares at him with widened eyes.  “  w-what.  no.  well yes.  I hate to lie to you.  it is a woman.  am I that transparent  ?  forgive me.  I hope it will not show during tea.  ”

“  no need to fear,  I’m the one who knows you best.  I do believe nobody else suspects the same thing.  if they do,  they all suppose you just want to go off for your evening gallop or whatever strenuous exercise that gets your excitement out.  ”  Taesoo shrugs nonchalantly,  shooing off a bumblebee with a laugh.  “  now isn’t the best time to ask about her but you will promise to tell me later,  yes  ?  ”

“  of course,  ”  Jaewoo can easily blurt out since he still in the process of figuring out Inés’ history so there isn’t a tremendous amount to divulge.  “  I’ve only just met her but she is out of this world... there is still so much I need to learn about her.  ”   and I got her scales in a jewellery pouch that I jerked off to last night.

Taesoo seems to clue in the out of the world notion unbeknownst to Jaewoo so he does not press further as they approach their high-tea.  

the rest of the day drolls on,  the kingdom usually blessed with breezy winds and buttery warm sunlight.  Jaewoo’s agitated nerves are soothed by the palace’s lakeside scent and glittery oceanic depths as he goes for his evening stroll.  he can’t help but wistfully think that there is something intangibly meant to be between him and the lady of the lake when his own kingdom is known for its lakesides and all he has ever grown up and known is the giant lake body that his palace grounds is built around on.  the siren’s lake seems to embody some characteristics of what he usually sees,  his most adored parts of the palace grounds where weeping willows,  bloomed wisteria and lily pads adorn the shimmering lake ripples.  utterly gorgeous except the siren’s lake has the eerie mist and surreal air to differentiate it from a normal body of water.  

he makes sure to eat extra carbs during dinner and sneaks away extra bread and pastries for his nightly excursion.  as per his usual sneaking out routine,  he trained his body to sleep for two hours before awakening at midnight to commence his voyage to the woman of his dreams.  this night he does mull over his choice of dressing more than usual before settling on his typical choice of his ruby encrusted golden armour set.  

after sneaking out the palace grounds and into the arching vast shadows of the forest,  he clambers into his full armour before retracing his memorised journey back to the lake.  munching on a pastry on his way,  he saves the jam-centre pastry to share with her in curious inkling of how she would react to human treats.  

and there it is,  he begins to near the concealed weeping willow obstructed flower-dotted landscape of the siren’s lake.  from afar,  he thinks he can spot the siren in her fully naked form glowing underneath the ripples of pure white moonlight.  but as he draws closer,  she is nowhere to be seen.  

“  miss lady of the lake,  ”  he calls for her,  voice catching in his throat from sheer joy.  “  I have not one but several questions for you to answer tonight.  ”

but not a bubble of air nor a twitch of a movement is in sight.  the lake is still,  the moon crescent in its glistening imagery on the transparent undisturbed aquatic surface.  bristling fluffs of reeds demurely sway in the slight breeze that gusts by every now and then but the rest of the ecosystem is unperturbed.  bare glimmers of the rich bedrocks heaped with mountains of gold twinkle alongside the petal soft moonlight.  the siren is nowhere in sight despite a few more desperate greetings from the prince as he traverses the perimeter of the lake with beseeching eyes.  

eventually after thirty minutes of roaming around in strategic circles and wiggling on tree logs for a higher viewpoint,  the prince settles to sit by the side.  unfurling the letter he had written as a back-up communication point,  he tightly ties it up in a silk ribbon before squeezing it in a cork bottle. 

sailing out the little glass bottle,  now sealed with a twine of an orange blossom,  his heartfelt questions and desires,  he watches the bottle bob out to the middle.  the second it reaches the middle point of the grand crescendo of the moonlit lake,  it sinks down in a froth of bubbles which he guesses most treasures end up getting sucked in.  

with a little hum,  he gets out his jam-filled pastry before attempting his unabashed plea.  “  I brought a pastry for you to try from the palace,  I thought we may perhaps eat this one together ?  ”

and there she is.  seemingly out of nowhere in full naked glory underneath the beaming moonlight,  soft ripples cresting out from her defined waist as she appears out in the middle of the lake.  wordless,  she peers at him and it takes all of Jaewoo’s might not to allow his eyes to wander where the trickles of crystal clear water from her raven locks cascade down to.  

“  there you are,  ”  he breathlessly rejoices.  before he can revel in his victory,  she completely disappears from his sight again.  “  wait  !  ”

now she appears behind the reeds on the other side of the lake,  almost ghostly with how she teleports from one spot to another.  the stillness of the reeds conceal flecks of her nude figure as she continues to gaze at him,  a wicked glint in her eyes now.  tilting her head at him noiselessly,  she seems to beckon to him.  

scrambling to his feet immediately,  Jaewoo rushes to get over to her where she stands by running on the side of the lake.  when he draws several yards closer,  she dissipates yet again in a blink of a second.  this seems to be their particular routine of cat and mouse.  the unspoken thrill in the chase of the legend prolonged the start of any actual conversation in favour of Jaewoo showing off his steely determination in catching the siren.  as she flits back and forth between various spots around the floral dotted lake,  she initiates the official beckoning of the prince to come to her with a subtle twist of her body and an arm outreached towards him,  drawing him in towards her direction with a crooked finger.  

at this point,  the prince is almost breathless since he gets engrossed in the physical task of reaching her as soon as possible even within his laden armour.  not that he minds at all,  he can only fervently and ardently pray that this is a unique sequence that she engages with only him and him alone.  their little dance and chase routine.  it brings a smile of gratification to his lips once he is finally allowed to be caught up to the siren,  back to her original chase spot in the reeds.  

the prince wades to her in the shallow depths,  eyes dancing with the reflection of the stars and the moon in the ever-lit night sky. 

“  I dreamt of you last night,  ”  he wastes no time in his confession,  breathless and flushed in his pursuit.  “  that you visited me in my dreams,  back home in the palace.  y-you spent the night with me.  it felt too real,  almost as if you were actually there.  there was nothing but the scent of you to fill my lungs.  was that a mere dream of mine or did you happen to visit without my knowledge  ?  ”

“  would you wish me to visit you in your dreams,  little prince  ?  ”  she answers his question with another of her own,  tongue running over the tips of her razor teeth.  her fingertips skim over the aquatic surface,  toying with the ripples.  as she does so,  her wetted strands sway from side to side,  exposing her breasts to the full pale moonlight.  causing the prince to flush crimson deep,  he averts his eyes to fiercely concentrate on what her eyes have to offer as a guess to what she really means.  

“  I would like greatly that,  yes.  I hadn’t received such comfort in a while.  as surreal in its realism it was,  I was hoping for it to be true.  that you did indeed visit me last night.  I slept soundly for once.  ”  he pauses,  her head beckoning inquisitively as her arms fold across her chest.  “  but if you were to do so,  what would be your intentions  ?  ” 

“  what intentions do you seek from a siren such as myself me little prince  ?  ”  she teases,  her teeth duly glittering as the moonlight catches her unnatural set of razors.  gracefully taking a stride closer to him,  Jaewoo’s heart palpitations rapidly pick up,  the prince immediately gulping in nervous anticipation.  he wonders if she can hear how loud his heartbeat is.  how embarrassing.  

his immediate thoughts are of her being swollen happy,  pregnant with his babies whilst their other children are playing about on the fine lawn of the palace’s curated flower gardens.  he would very much like to indulge in all the ballroom waltzes with her,  sneaking away from the high of the royal affairs party to kiss her passionately at the top of the staircases underneath the romantic soft glow of the hundred lit chandelier.  what he would do to see the form of her naked back perched on his study desk chair,  cascading raven locks tumbling off her shoulders as he gets to hear her read out from his favourite poetry sets.  they could sit on one of the many grand pianos situated in the drawing rooms after afternoon tea,  janking out coupley tunes together in synced silliness.  

basically,  he would like to court her to be his future wife it seems.  but surely he cannot expose that so early to her  !

“  the intentions I seek from you... I would be happy to accept any from you as long as it does no harm to me,  nor my family or kingdom.  I do have to say that I would be disappointed if you did not take a personal interest in who I am as person.  since I am very much interested in knowing you as a whole.  who is Inés,  what is her history as the most recalled beautiful legend.  I want to know it all.  I’d like to know you all.  I’m quite interested in you.  you could say there is... emotional investment too.  ”  he admits sheepishly,  cheeks colouring peachier.  

another stride closer,  she is now right at his chest and Jaewoo gets to admire her lengthy height that matches his stature.  he can meticulously scrutinise how the glistening droplets of her lake bead across her locks,  intensifying the sheen of glimmering gold that seems to canvas her figure.  her fingertips trace his embedded family’s crescent before resting upon his chest,  where his thumping heart wildly races behind.  

“  tell me more,  what do you mean by that.  ”  she huskily murmurs out,  thumbing across his armour.  this does not help his case at all,  he feels close to passing out with the way how his heart does not seem to abate in its racing palpitations.  

“  the scales on your wrist... I saw some of them in my bed.  was it really all a dream my lady  ?  ”  Jaewoo blurts out,  unable to hold in his question the second he saw the iridescent cadence glittering off her held up wrist that lays upon his chest.   

“  what if it wasn’t all a dream.  would say you little prince  ?  ”  she gently interrogates with a low hum.  

well,  that is far too many things as a confirmation for him to comprehend.  he is admittedly unprepared for this line of scenario and the implications of what she is hinting at is far too beyond his dreams to fathom.  

“  that you should be my date for our upcoming ball,  whether you would like to be one in public with me or if you wish to seek a low profile initially.  I’d like to show you around where I grew up personally,  a tour around with my own individual insights.  then we may sneak out together to my own lake.  ”  Jaewoo decides to go for the kill,  start courting her immediately whether she perceives it as such or not.  

“  then do what at your lake  ?  ”  Inés breathes across his lips,  eyes wickedly taunting him to spell it out.  

“  uh - um,  we could read.  do portraits.  have a picnic but you’d have to tell me siren dietary requirements besides greedy men.  ”  Jaewoo tries not to get himself in a tizzy of what it could be like making out in his favourite hidden spot by his lakeside.  

“  I can substitute with little princes for one night,  ”  she airily laughs,  teeth glinting pure white.

“  a-after we get to know each other better  !  ”  he deduces her words a particular way which elicits further airy laughter out of her.  

kissing two of her fingertips,  she presses them to the lips of the breathless prince who is instantly on a climatic high of restless elation.  before he knows it,  she is out in the middle of the lake again,  breasts fully out in the midst of the shimmering moonlight as she gazes back to him with a coy smile. 

“  we will see.  sweet dreams tonight little prince.  ”

#I will dig into the blog for the royal au tag but yes #this is royal au . #prince Jaewoo being a bit of a hot mess #need more of this au dynamics . #shesin #* : ✮ ┆ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 (𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠). #* : ✮ ┆ 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 (𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑠).

[twinkleallnight]

Book: The Royal Romance AU

Characters: Rashad, Noah and his mother.

Word count: 760

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry except Noah.

Rating: Mature

Prompt: Features day 6 of TRR Appreciation Week hosted by @trraw

Link to the Series here.

"Once upon a time, when we were young…"

"How young?" Noah asked. Rashad smiled at his little son. Noah was a spitting image of his father with dark black hair that fell in waves on his temples. His eyes were dark and he had dusky skin and the brightest of smiles.

"Ten years younger. It was the day of the festival of five kingdoms. A day to celebrate the union of kingdoms under the single flag of Cordonia. The royal palace was shining in its full glory. The ballroom was decorated to attract all the nobles of the great houses."

"You were there too, Pa?"

" Yes, I was there and your Mama was there too."

" Were you married?"

"No. I was appointed as a lawyer in the royal council and she was one of the ministers in the council. That day brought us closer to each other." Rashad remembered the painful circumstances that they survived together.

" We were all enjoying ourselves when suddenly there was a black out with a BOOM!"

Noah curled up in reaction.

Rashad placed a calming hand over his back and rubbed gently. "Are you sure you still want to listen to this story?"

"Yes Pa, please!" Noah straightened up to show he was brave enough.

Rashad chuckled. "It was an attack by assassins."

"As-a-?"

"Assassin. Bad people. Enemy. They came for the king but hurt anyone who came into their way."

"Were you scared Pa?"

"A tiny bit." Rashad showed with his thumb and finger slightly parted. "But we knew we had to be strong and fight."

"You fought?" Noah asked wide eyed, his heart swelling with pride. "There were royal guards to help. I was saved. There were many noises around me. But then I saw your Mama fighting with one of the assassins."

"Wow. My Mama?"

Rashad nodded. "The assassin was running away when I rushed to help her."

He hugged Noah before giving him the details ahead. "Mama was hurt." Noah stiffened. "But she showed a lot of courage. I helped her to get to the doctor. The doctor took care of the wound and Mama was fine in few days."

"Then you married her?"

Rashad laughed out. "What is the hurry little guy?"

Noah relaxed and lied down on his bed. "That is when you live happily ever after." He reasoned.

"We got married the next year." Kiara's voice came down from the door.

"Mama!" Noah squealed getting up and as she neared his bed, he jumped into his mother's arms.

Kiara kissed him and settled him back into his bed.

"Mama, I am proud of you." He beamed. "Does it hurt you now, where the ass-ass-in hit you?"

"No dear. Not anymore. Your Pappy took good care of Maman. Made me strong again." She looked at Rashad lovingly.

Rashad smiled and patted her cheek.

Kiara focused back on her son. "And now that you know we 'lived happily ever after', it's time to say good night."

She kissed his forehead and he cupped her face with his little hands kissing her chin.

Rashad ruffled Noah's wavy hair. "Good night little guy."

The parents left a peaceful and content Noah to sleep.

"How are you?" Rashad asked Kiara once they were inside their bedroom.

"Okay." Kiara answered in monosyllable.

Rashad closed the distance between them. He rested his hands on her shoulders. "I know this time of the year is always difficult for you."

Kiara sighed. "Especially when they are going to celebrate the tenth anniversary of Cordonia's victory over its enemies. The saga will be narrated to the public to commemorate the valour of our people. But it will be like digging into the old wounds of few people."

Rashad placed his palm over Kiara's heart and repeated Noah's question, "Does it hurt you now?" Intending to ask her emotional condition.

"Every single time I remember." She said with tears in her eyes.

He embraced her into a warm hug. "Oh Kiki! I am so sorry."

Beads of tears rolled down her cheeks as she said in a heavy voice, "Thank you Rashad. For always being there for me."

He carried her to their bed where she snuggled close to him and slept.

Rashad's hand grazed at the hem of her shirt and when it crossed the barrier of the cloth, it landed on the scar. The ugly remanant of the fateful day that they had to celebrate with their countrymen tomorrow.

He rested his chin on Kiara's head and gazed into the darkness. His eyelids grew heavy and he slowly dozed of to sleep.

After all they were living their happily ever after.

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have you ever tried having an original idea rather than just ripping off what other writers have done? because all I ever see is you copying what other writers do or say that you’re going to do something that a writer has an original idea for? simplyverstappen already mentioned doing an assassins creed au and you mentioned doing it five hours later like it was completely your idea. try being original then you’ll be better rather than whining all the time

Good evening, dear anon :) 

Congratulations, first of all, on being my first ever anonymous hater - it’s a memorable day for me 😌 I didn’t really plan on replying to you but I usually try to reply to everything people throw my way, and like everyone else, you shall receive a message longer than what you’ve asked for, we’re in for a ride 🤠

To start this whole thing off I can say that yes, I have tried but considering the huge amount of fic and books out there it is rather difficult to prove and find out whether the stuff my brain produces in the middle of the night has been done before. In all honesty, I’d be damned if I tried. I’m surely not the first person to write a Coffeeshop AU and I certainly won’t be the last, yet no one has had the idea to complain about those fics yet. I’m sure that someone has had an idea similar to my Tumblr fic before but the thing is, I just don’t know and it’s not my job to know it - I’m just here vibing with the things that come to my mind and it’s fanfiction, in the end, it’s all not that deep really. (It is one thing to have a similar idea and another to plagiarize though, please keep that in mind.)

Additionally, I might suggest checking AO3 and you may or may not notice that hey, there’s Assassin’s Creed AUs there already. That doesn’t mean that @verstappened or I or anyone else can’t write that anymore because it’s not our original idea. Hell, you’ll find tons of rather similar works in all big tags, may it be the Omegaverse, Coffeeshop AUs, Royal AUs, or literally any other tag and that’s fine! Have you never read a fic before and thought “I wish there was more of this”? Because it’s great to see someone else write something similar to what you enjoy and it’s great as an author to read about things that you want to read about instead of having to provide that content for yourself all the time. 

Concerning the Assassin’s Creed issue I just want to point out that I really haven’t seen Mone’s post(s) about her fic ideas before and I sincerely apologize if I pissed you off that way, it was not my intention. Furthermore, I’d like to bring attention to the fact that I clearly said something about “rewriting and translating old fics” (you can find that here), which indicates that I have, in fact, previously written those fics, back when I still wrote my fics in German and before I started writing for the F1 fandom, which I started doing a year ago (holy shit, by the way). The work I was talking about is originally from 199 weeks ago, according to Instagram, which was in December 2016. If we use our brains for a quarter second we may figure out that Assassin’s Creed Odyssey didn’t come out until October 2018, which is the game Mone mentioned (proof can be found here). I have never played Odyssey yet, sadly, and all the fiction I’ve ever written about Assassin’s Creed was inspired by Syndicate. As a result, I was very much not trying to copy Mone’s idea four years ago.

I know, digging a bit deep. It’s unnecessary (just like the hate you’re throwing my way) but I’m trying to get you to understand that I meant absolutely no harm by that. I’ll gladly read Mone’s AU in the future but I won’t let you make me feel guilty for translating my own (!) work that I’ve come up with, written, and published years ago.

Now for the last sentence because while it is just another unjustified statement I kinda want to address it. I do apologize should I ever come across as whiny or ungrateful, I have never appreciated anything more than the support and the possibilities this fandom has provided me with since day one. Still, I’m just human, and sometimes things can be a bit much, right? I have the right not to be optimistic all the time, and I am allowed to express my feelings even when I’m frustrated or unhappy about my work. I’m not forcing you to look at it and this blog, as well as my work, is first and foremost for me. I don’t write to please anyone and certainly not people who love to leave rude messages. So if you don’t want to hear me whine, leave. No one’s forcing you to listen (I sure as hell don’t want you to, anyway, if this is how you will address it). 

Getting better is not about how much I complain or about “how original” my work is. I know people who write impeccable Coffeeshop AUs, even if the plot is somehow always vaguely the same in one way or another. If more people want to write about Italian King/Prince Daniel, fucking go for it, I’ll be there in the first row to yell about how much I love the image it creates in my head (I’m not trying to imply that I was the first one to come up with that either but this is about principle more than anything). 

The point is, I love reading about things that are similar to mine (if they’re not, you know, too suspiciously similar) and it’s so nice and exciting to see how other people approach a topic, to see their way of thinking and their opinions expressed in how they write about it, and I’m always happy to read the fifth million Pack verse fic about cuddling or mating or whatever. If you don’t, that’s fine, don’t read it but please, for the sake of all of us, keep that to yourself.

Anyway, thank you for taking the time to send me some highly subjective criticism, I’ll still write whatever I want to write as long as I’m not harming anyone 💛

#answered #anon hate #long post #just tagging that to make sure because....this is a mess/an essay lmao #my first anon hate <333 #nothing i've said makes sense but neither does that ask so :/ #writing #i guess?

[celticheartedfangirl]

My OUAT Rewatch -- S4E22 and 23 -- Operation Mongoose, Parts 1 & 2

Link to Rewatch Review and Ranking archive

Bobby looks about as done with this season as I am.  I know Michael Socha was done with it -- literally -- but we’ll get to that later.

This is gonna be long.  So have a seat, pour yourself a drink or seven, and get ready.  I’m not holding back . . . . . . 

First of all, I debated about whether I should review this as one or two episodes.  I decided to go with one, and will do this going forward with any episodes that have the same title and are part 1,2, 8 million, whatever.  Trust me, at times it SEEMED like 8 million.

First thing I want to address is a bunch of fandom wank nonsense that came out of this episode -- namely the idea that RUMPLE wrote the story.  Let me make this perfectly clear:

Rumple DID NOT WRITE THIS STORY.  Isaac did.  Rumple told him what HE, personally, wanted.  Isaac took it from there.  Rumple didn’t write Isaac as a famous douchebag author, and he sure as hell wouldn’t have given fucking ZELENA a wedding in the story, he’d have killed her off in a painful but well-deserved death.  Ditto Hook.  So if you still actually think Rumple wrote this story, my recommendation to you is that you back out of this post now.  And you should probably stay off my blog in general.  Because frankly, I think you are wrong and stupid and we are not compatible in any way.  Got it?

Looking at YOU, some RUMBELLE FANS who actually did this shit:

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/118193570842/i-am-stunned-to-see-some-rumbelle-fans-bitching

Okay, so there’s THAT.  Next . . . 

So this episode was A&E’s attempt at META.  And frankly, they SUCK at it.  It didn’t come off as funny, it came off as making fun of the fans.  No spoilers, ha ha ha .  . . . . . . for those not in the know, back when the show was airing, Adam’s go to answer to fans on Twitter was #nospoilers.  So the whole Isaac so thing was basically a dig at the FANS.  

So there’s THAT.

The entertainment media was shitting all over Rumbelle before the finale, which pissed me off enough to make this post:

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/118484723732/when-and-why-exactly-did-rumbelle-become-the

And this comment:

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/118467157702/ouat-finale-your-burning-relationship-questions

And then there’s THIS:

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/118658755342/omg-ae-dig-the-knife-in-why-dont-you

Yes, in case you weren’t clear, dead is DEAD (we’ll revisit this thought in S5), Neal ain’t coming back, suck on it all of you who don’t like that!  Love, Adam and Eddy.  

Also, in other bullshit news, regarding who taught Henry to sail a ship:

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/118655893997/henry-no-your-father-taught-you-that

And THIS:

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/118660507567/what-the-fuck-they-left-rumple-on-the-floor-but

Revisiting May 2015 me is making current me stabby.  And I haven’t even mentioned the entire town of dumbasses herp-derping around and partying at Granny’s while Rumple is dying and could be a meat suit for the ultimate evil of all evils any second now.  Morons.  

Let’s talk about the stuff I DID enjoy . . . . 

Evil Snow was a riot!  

Bandit!Regina was fantastic.  

And this guy:

Gotta love Knight!Rumple!  

Also, I will admit . . . . . Hook was more useful in useless mode in the AU than he’s ever been in Hook mode outside of the AU.  Does that make sense?  

So there’s all of that.  Overall this 2-part thing was part good stuff, mostly hot mess, and a lot of middle fingers waved to the fans from the writers.  But tally comes later.  NOW is the time to address the Michael Socha issue:

Right about now, dearie.  Will Scarlett is gone.  You will never see him or hear about him again.

(Side note:  Made an error in my last review.  I honestly did not remember AT ALL that we saw Lily again in this episode, both in person form or in dragon form.  Which tells you how much of an impression that made on me.  Anyhoo, my bad.  I goofed.  NOW she’s gone for good.)

So what was the deal with Will Scarlett anyway?  

Well . . . . nobody knows.  We’ll probably NEVER know.  You see, Will Scarlett was one of the breakout characters from the spinoff Once Upon a Time in Wonderland, and when that got canceled, someone -- really not sure who -- thought it’d be an awesome idea to plunk him onto OUAT.  

There were many schools of thought on this, the primary one being that ABC wanted him for something and wanted to keep him on contract.  That was 2014.  I’m typing this in 2020, and there’s still no Michael Socha show on ABC.  So that was a load of horse shit -- or else Socha told ABC to fuck off and hightailed it back to England.  My money is on the latter.  

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/115784240042/honest-question-why-did-they-bring-will-onto

But the issue isn’t even that they didn’t do fuck-all with Socha -- it’s the LIES that these assholes (they being A&E) told.  So here’s where my receipts come in.  You ready?  Got your popcorn?

First of all there’s this lovely article -- Will is mentioned by all of it is just glorious in general:

https://oncecrazy.tumblr.com/post/118843079631/the-26-things-the-castwriters-promised-would

What is so HIGHlarious about all of this is that almost all of the articles that existed about the whole Will Scarlett thing -- no longer EXIST!

The highlight is Zap2it -- which is a now defunct fan site that A&E liked to go prattle to.  

So Frick and Frack promised us we’d find out how Belle & Will got together.  I have this:

https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/424464333605771793/#

And I have this:

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/113163777872/once-upon-a-time-belle-and-the-knave-are-a-new

I also have a bunch of people I KNOW can confirm they saw this interview full of bullshit before it got erased.  Please show yourselves!  

But fear not -- I have an ACTUAL receipt from Mr. Socha himself:

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/140658788782/apparently-michael-socha-got-screwed-over-by-ouat

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/140624375357/hes-a-good-bloke-i-saw-him-at-the-comic-con

I’m grateful someone had the idea to type it out, because sadly the link to that article was DELETED, which makes me think Socha got in trouble for that interview.  Because shortly after that, a more watered down interview with him was posted in its place and THAT is still up:

https://www.digitalspy.com/tv/ustv/a785951/michael-socha-confirms-once-upon-a-time-exit/

Interesting, no?

Whatever the case -- Socha got royally fucked over by OUAT, for no good reason.  His character was a plot device.  What a waste and what an insult to the man who just wanted to work.  Fuck these assholes.  

So anyhow, there are the receipts, and we are now at the end of the clusterfuck that was Season 4.  

Speaking of clusterfucks . . . . onward to Season 5.  

Lord, give me strength . . . . . 

Points tally:

40 points to start

10 points for Rumbelle kiss

10 points for Rumbelle hug

5 points for Swan Queen

3 points for Papafire, at least it got mentioned

5 points for Belle in character

5 points for Rumple in character

5 points deducted for Hook

5 points deducted for Zelena

I really can’t justify adding or deducting anything bonus.  Just get me out of this season, please and thank you.

Total points:  68

Follow #celtichearted OUAT ranking tag for more to come!

#celtichearted ouat ranking #operation mongoose #anti hook #anti zelena #anti ouat writers #ouat criticism

[mrswalkers-blog]

A Golden Cage

Chapter 7 - Leaving the Nest

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

This is the story of Emily, daughter of Drake and Riley. She is conflicted between her old friend Daniel and the crown Prince James, son of Liam and Olivia

Summary:  Emily prepares for the social season. And soon its time for her to leave for the Palace. Drake and Riley get emotional as their daughter steps out of their home to find her own journey. Jackson tries to remember when the things between him and Emily got worse. Emily reaches the Palace and meets the other suitors. Will she be able to compete with them?

Warnings: PG.

This series will be NSFW. It will have mentions of sexual abuse and violence. I will tag the chapters accordingly.

A/N: The story is building up. Thanks to all those reading this. I promise you better is yet to come.

Word Count:  2000+

Previous Chapters Link to previous chapters can be found in the master list on my blog page.

Emily rubbed her eyes as she heard a knock on her door.

‘What time is it?’ she fumbled for her phone. It was 7 AM. 

‘Who is it?’ she shouted at the door without leaving her bed.

'It is Samantha my lady.’ a soft voice came from the other side of the door.

‘Samantha Who?’ she grunted and pushed herself from the bed. She dragged herself to the door and opened it with half closed eyes.

‘Good Morning my lady’, a lady in her late twenties was standing in front of her.’I am here for your training.’

‘Are you serious? It is still midnight!’ Emily complained.

‘My lady it is morning. And we have little time. I suggest you get ready as fast as you can. I am waiting for you in the dining room for your first lesson. Kindly be there in 15 minutes.’ her voice was soft but stern.

‘Alright,’ Emily said closing the door and going to the bathroom.

She got ready as fast as she could and ran down to the dining table. Many different breakfast plates were set around the table. Emily sat down at one of the settings.

‘Lets start with what you know, Lady Emily.’ 

Emily lifted the fork and knife and started digging in the meat. 

‘Emily, my lady, with grace!’ Samantha adjusted the knife and fork. 

‘Do not take more than three bites at a time’

‘This is going to be a long day!’ Emily hated every bit of it but obeyed Samantha’s every instruction.

Next two weeks all of Emily’s time was spent with Samantha. She learned and re-learned - how to dress, how to hold a purse, how to walk, how to sit, what to say, what not to say, how to waltz.

It was not that Emily was completely unaware of the Royal Etiquette. She had spent her entire life watching her mother behave in a certain way when with nobles. But she was always laid back at home or even in her office with her staff. She changed completely when in public. But that was the side Emily saw rarely. And to know the etiquette and to live it was a completely different thing.  

From the jeans and tops to dresses, from flats and sneakers to high heels, from paint-stained hands to perfectly manicured hands, from outspoken Emily to speaking softly in measured words Emily -  Emily realized she was completely changed in just two weeks. In just two weeks she was ready for the Social Season. To win James heart and to get Court’s approval. The only thing left now was to pack the bags. 

---

Soon it was the day for Emily to leave Valtoria. All packed and ready to leave, Emily checked her luggage one more time before leaving her room. When she walked down the hall she saw her mother and father in an embrace.

'Mummy! Daddy!' she exclaimed. Hearing her voice, Drake pulled out of the hug. Emily noticed her mothers tears before she hurriedly wiped them.

'Seriously Mom!' she said surprised and ran to her mom to give her a hug. 

'I am going to miss you.' Riley said wrapping her in a motherly hug.

'Mom! I am only going away for a few weeks!' she whispered in Riley's ears. 'It's just that I realized you are a grown woman now. No longer my little girl.' she said cupping her face in her hands, gently kissing her forehead.

'Dad! Tell Mom to relax.' she turned to her father, but fell short when she realized his eyes were moist too.

'Oh, you think your dad is cool because he is not crying?' Riley smiled, 'He hasn't slept all night. He spent the entire night looking through your baby pictures.' She let out a small chuckle.

'Dad! Mom is right. You are a total marshmallow.' she chuckled and gave him a hug.

'Be careful ok? The people there aren't always how they seem.' Drake wrapped his arms tight around his daughter.

'I will keep in mind.' Emily said pulling away from her father.

‘Hey, kiddo!’ Emily turned hearing her brother calling her.

‘Jack’ she said in a plain voice, showing no enthusiasm to see him.

Jack realized she was still angry with him about what he had said about James.

‘I just wanted to say Best of Luck’ he said standing awkwardly.

‘Thanks’ Riley said walking past him, not giving him any more of her attention. She went and instructed Daniel to get her luggage in the car. Riley and Drake went with her to bid her goodbye, while Jack went inside.

---

Jackson went in the parlor. He sat down on the couch and pulled out his phone. He found an old video and started playing it.

Jack was 7 years old and Emily was only 4. They were in their basketball court with their parents. Their dad had installed a special small hoop for them. That day Emily too wanted to play. She had tried five-six times to drop the ball in the hoop without any success. She was too small to reach the loop. With each try, she was getting frustrated. Jack and his parents were cheering her on. But she burst into tears after the sixth attempt. Jack couldn't bear to see his little sister crying. Before his mom or dad could react, he ran to her and gave her a warm hug. In a soft voice, he said, ‘Don’t cry! Don’t cry! I have got you.’ he handed her the ball and carefully lifted her up from behind. He raised her enough so that she could drop the ball in the basket. As soon as Emily made the basket, a wide smile appeared on her tear stained face. Jack carefully dropped her back on her feet and she started bouncing with joy clapping her hands on her little victory. 

‘That was a beautiful moment.’  Jack turned hearing her mothers voice. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

‘I wonder what happened. Why she started hating me so much?’ 

‘I don't think she hates you. This is just sibling rivalry.’

‘But she doesn’t talk to me or listen to me anymore. And I don't understand why.’

‘Jack. Even we are not sure why this happened. One thing we know she was our overprotected little baby. And the next thing we noticed she was obsessively competitive with you. I noticed how she wanted to do exactly what you do and wanted to do better than you. even if she didn't even like it. She just wanted to prove herself better.’

‘But she is better than me in so many things - she is an amazing artist. She makes friends easily. And people trust her, completely. I have seen that.’

Emily’s lips curled up a little,’ Yes. But she doesn't notice that. Even when I tried to make her feel proud of all her qualities. She even refuses to hold an exhibition of her paintings.’   

‘Mom. You think sending her to Social Season was a good idea? ’Jack asked her the question that was bothering him from so many days.

‘Well, I think she is old enough to make her own decisions. We cannot treat her like a kid. She needs to make her own decisions and live with the consequences. We are here to provide her with love and support. And let her find her way.’

Jack nodded in agreement, although he could not shake off a sinking feeling in his stomach that something was not right. That something bad was going to happen.

---

At the Royal Palace, Emily entered the room assigned to her and her face cringed taking in the traditional decor of the room. The paintings of almost nude people on walls and ceiling, the color of carpet and upholstery like that in the 1920s, wooden furniture decorated with exquisite carvings and gold foils.

She flopped down on her bed,’ at least the mattress is of this century.’ Daniel chuckled at her comment shaking his head, ‘Get used to it. You might soon be living here.’

‘If I live here, I will redecorate the entire palace.’ she pushed herself off of the bed and walked around the room. 

‘Well, you do that. Meanwhile, you can see this schedule of the Social Season. So you know what to look forward to.’ Daniel handed her a folder with timetables and pages of instructions. Emily took it with a raised eyebrow.

‘Samantha asked me to hand it over to you.’ he said raising his hands in defense.

‘Sure!’ she said throwing the folder on the bed.

‘Ok. I will be ready to escort you to Mascarade Ball tonight. Call me if you need me before that.’ Daniel said taking leave from her.

---

In the evening Emily got ready in a red dress so tight she could barely move. She sighed as she slipped in her high heels. Now she was more comfortable walking in them. But they were not comfortable like her sneakers or flats. She opened the door to find Daniel waiting for her. She was so conscious about her dress and heels that she failed to notice Daniel’s eyes going wide on seeing her.

‘I am going to ban the heels if I become a Queen.’ she complained to him.

‘You forgot your mask!’ Daniel said coming back to his senses,’ let me get it for you’. He went into the room to get the mask she left at the dressing table. He handed her the red and black mask and escorted her to the ball.

---

‘Lady Emily Walker’  heralds announced her name as she made the entrance to the ball. 

‘I should stand with the other guards. I will see you at the end of the ball.’ Daniel told her. ‘No, please stay. I will get bored to death here.’ Emily grabbed him by his arm.

Daniel softly moved her hand away,’ You should mingle with the other suitors or the people of court.’

Emily made a puppy face pleading for him to stay. But Daniel shook his head and mouthed ‘Go’

She looked around to see some ladies talking in a group dressed in beautiful dresses. Clearly, they were James suitors. She took a deep breath and walked towards them. 

‘Emily, come join us.’ one of the ladies pulled off her mask and greeted her.

She realized she knew her, she was Monica - sponsored by Beaumont House. She had seen her at Beaumont Parties.

‘We were just introducing ourselves to each other. ‘ Monica said introducing her to the other ladies. The other ladies pulled their masks off.

‘This is Sophie. She is the daughter of Duchess Madeleine of Karlington.’ she nodded to a fair lady about twenty years old. Even if she hadn't mentioned that she was the daughter of Madeleine, Emily could have guessed as she had a striking resemblance to her mother - Golden hair, green eyes, even her nose - exactly the same.

‘Hi’, she greeted her politely, but Sophie just nodded in return.

‘This is Megan Garcia. She is from France Royal family.’ she nodded to a beautiful lady in black. Megan smiled and greeted Emily, ‘You look lovely in that dress.’ 

‘Thank you.’ Emily smiled back,’ Your dress is beautiful. It really suits you.’ She said to Megan. She was by Emily’s opinion, the most beautiful of the ladies standing there. 

‘And this is Katie. She is from Portavira.’ she nodded to a lady wearing a blue dress. Emily spent most of the evening talking to the ladies while her eyes searched for her Prince.

She was here, but where was he? Will she be able to win him? or one of these ladies will win the Prince's heart?   

—

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[meganlpie]

The Rumors Aren’t True

Requested by @sirlsplayland:  Could you do an Arranged Marriage AU, where the reader is the youngest daughter of King John Winchester from the Winchester kingdom. She has to marry King Crowley and everyone is afraid that he would treat her terrible due to all the rumors that surround him. When they first meet he acts really stand off ish and once they get to know each other he's actually a big old softy. Sam and Dean goes to visit her and finds out she happy while she 6 months pregnant. If that makes sense

Here you are! The first of the new AU requests! I do not own Crowley or any Winchesters. They belong to the writers/creators of SPN. 

Warnings: Royal/Arranged Marriage AU, slight angst I guess, fluff. 

Pairings: Crowley x fem!Winchester reader, mentions of the Winchesters. 

Your hands were shaking as you took the bouquet. The day you had been dreading was finally here and you were scared out of your mind. You had yet to meet your betrothed, but you'd heard the rumors. King Crowley was supposedly a cruel man with a horrendous temper that no one wanted to cross. However, your father King John knew that an alliance between your kingdom and Crowley's was the best for the realm. So the two made a deal. An arranged marriage.

           "You okay?" Dean asked. Since your father was officiating the marriage, Dean was walking you down the aisle. "I'm scared, Dean. What if I do something he doesn't like? What's going to happen to me?" Dean gently grabbed your shoulders. "Hey. Look at me." You did and he continued, "You're a Winchester, got it. Princess Y/N Winchester and you are stronger than any king in the entire world, even this so-called 'demon king'. You can handle anything he throws at you. And if you can't, you can always come back home for a bit. We'll send Aunt Ellen or Uncle Bobby after him, okay?" You smiled in spite of your fear. "Okay. Thanks, Dean-o."

           "Yeah. I'm done with the girly moment now. Let's get you hitched." Sighing again, you nodded and let Dean take your arm. It was time and there was no going back now. Not without serious consequences for your father and your people. You had to do this for them. So, you let Dean lead you toward the Great Hall of your family castle where your fate was waiting for you.

           Crowley barely looked at you as you approached. In fact, he didn't look at you much throughout the entire ceremony or the reception afterwards. He delivered his vows with little emotion behind them, although you weren't sure what to expect from him. You were certain your own smile looked fake. When it came time for Crowley and you to kiss, your heart began pounding in your ears. But he only gave you a slight peck. Inside, you breathed a sigh of relief. Your own father's expression looked sad when he announced you husband and wife. And when the time came for Crowley and you to leave for your honeymoon cruise before heading toward Crowley's kingdom, your father was near tears.

           "Y/N," your father whispered, making you pause. Crowley climbed into the carriage to wait for you. "I'm sorry, Y/N." You smiled at him. "It's alright, Father. I know you did what was best for the people. I won't let you down. I will be the best wife I can be to King Crowley." John nodded. "I know you will. Make me proud." You kissed his cheek and got into the carriage, ready to head off with your new husband.

           The ride to the port was quiet. Crowley sat stiffly next to you, refusing to meet your gaze until you finally had enough. "Thank you for agreeing to this marriage, Your Majesty." Crowley blinked in surprise and turned to look at you. He clear his throat. "Yes, well, can't get something for nothing. I've held up my end of the deal and your father held up his. That's all." You hummed sadly and looked out of the window. It went quiet again for a moment.

           After a bit, your husband spoke again, "You'll have your own chambers aboard the ship, if you wish." Your brows drew together. Separate chambers on your honeymoon? "Oh." Crowley gave you a small smile. "I know my reputation, Y/N. I know what they say about me and I won't deny that some of the rumors are true. But I like to think I'm a gentleman first and foremost. You didn't ask for this marriage and I won't force you to do anything you aren't comfortable with. I'm not an animal."

           You weren't sure what to say at first, but you smiled. This wasn't what you expected from Crowley. Not based on the rumors you'd heard. Maybe Crowley wasn't as bad as they said. "Thank you, Your Majesty." Crowley rolled his eyes. "Enough of that. You're my wife. Crowley will do." You slowly reached over and rested your hand on one of his. "Thank you, Crowley."

*two years later*

           "They're here!" you cried, getting up from your window seat. It wasn't exactly the proper behavior for a queen, but you were too excited. It had been so long since you'd last seen your brothers yet you could clearly see their carriage approaching the castle. You hurried down to the throne room where Crowley was. You were greeted by servants and your advisors as you entered the room.

           "They're here!" you repeated happily. Crowley smiled at your enthusiasm, making the others around him grin as well. Since the two of you had married, there had been an obvious change in Crowley. The softer side that you had begun to dig up the day of your wedding was coming closer to the surface for everyone to see. Even his people seemed happier for it. Yes, he still had his temper, but he was in much more control of it now, especially when you were in the room.

           You almost broke into a run up to where Crowley was, but you knew he'd scold you for running in your condition. So, you walked briskly. "Shall we continue this later, gentlemen? It's clear my in-laws are here. Family first, after all." The advisors agreed and, with a few bows, left the room. Crowley turned to you with an amused expression.

           "I'm sorry, Crowley. I didn't mean to interrupt. I was just so excited." Crowley chuckled softly. He reached over and pulled you closer so you were practically sitting on his lap. "That's alright, dove. Just be more careful." You nodded as he ran his hand over your stomach. "I will." You kissed his nose and moved away to sit in your own throne. You had just barely gotten situated when the herald announced the arrival of your brothers.

           Crowley laughed at you practically bouncing in your seat. "Darling, the baby." You stilled as best you could. It didn't last long. As soon as Dean entered the room, you were up and heading over to him as quickly as was safe. "Dean!" Dean beamed at you. When you were near enough, Dean gathered you in his arms. "God I missed you! You doing okay?" he whispered. You pulled back.

           "I really am. I'm...happy." You turned to Sam and hugged him too. "I'm so happy you guys are here." Sam beamed. "We're happy to see you too. You look great. And, uh, pregnant." You giggled. "Yeah. That's kind of what happens when-" Dean cut you off with a shudder. "I don't need the details. Seriously, are you happy with him?"

           "Yes, Dean. I love him." You turned back to smile at Crowley. He got up from his throne and approached the three of you. "It's good to see you both." The boys looked skeptical, but you wrapped an arm around Crowley's waist and they relaxed a little. They relaxed more when they saw you looking up at Crowley with such love and devotion. "Yeah, it's good to see you too, Crowley. We were actually surprised by the invitation."

           "Anything to put a smile on my queen's face. Darling, why don't you go rest for a bit? You've had an eventful morning." You smiled and shook your head fondly. "You worry too much, Crowley. I have plenty of time to rest later. For now I want to spend time with my brothers." Crowley laughed lightly. "I should have known that wouldn't work." He kissed your temple. "Whatever you wish, my queen." Sam and Dean exchanged a glance. Looking at the two of you, no one would know that this marriage had been arranged. They wouldn't know how reluctant you had been to marry a man who had such vile rumors swirling around him. Rumors, it appeared, weren't true at all. With that knowledge, Sam and Dean could be happy for you.

(a/n: I hope you like it! I think this was a great way to kick off the new requests!)

Tagging: @brewsthespirit-blog @fairytalesexistxx @aikibriarrose @esoltis280 @jotink78 @daddy-kink-confirmed @a-queen-and-her-throne @mrscrowley @roxy-davenport

#supernatural #SPN #crowley #crowley x reader #royal au #arranged marriage au

[emmaekay]

Kotonari - a sequel to Keiyaku

AN: Hello! I’ve been wrestling with this first chapter for probably a week. If you haven’t read Keiyaku – stop. The entire plot of Keiyaku will be spoiled within this first chapter and that will make you sad. Just surf the #vegebul au tag on my blog to find the Keiyaku master post and happy reading. If you enjoyed Keiyaku, hooray! Since I’m not writing this for a smutfest, not every chapter will contain sex scenes this time – womp womp – but this story will be explicit.

 This is chapter one, part one. Chapter one, part two coming soon!

 Chapter One – Birth

 Part One:

 “There’s one thing,” Vegeta began, addressing his father over the shogi board, “that I never understood.”

The king snorted. “Just one? I could list the things you don’t understand, given time and the appropriate length of writing paper.”

Tiles snapped against the board and Vegeta clicked his teeth, his trademark response when no biting remark came to mind. “Tch. About the fasting, I mean.”

“Well, my son, when a male and a female feel a deep bond –“

“Were you always this sarcastic?”

The king laughed. “What is this ‘one thing?”

“Before Bulma arrived, you were so insistant that I find a woman to fast. Insistent to the point of threatening me, to the point of desperation. That day,” Vegeta recalled, snapping another tile down, “you seemed almost afraid of some… consequence if I did not choose a partner immediately.”

“Mm. I was not afraid.”

“Your eyes were afraid.”

“Vegeta, I was not afraid. But. If I were afraid, what do you suspect the cause of that fear to have been? Have you ever known your King, your father, to fear anything?”

Vegeta played a tile more, and his father took his turn languidly. Had he ever known his father to show fear? What did a King with a Kingdom undisputed ever fear? Vegeta turned the thought over and over in his mind.

A tile snapped against the board.

“I will tell you, I fear one thing, son.”

Vegeta’s hand dropped.

“There is yet one foe in this world I fear. It is not disease or death, or any such abstract concept. I will embrace my death when it comes and I will fight any disease like I would any man – ruthlessly. It is a person. Can you fathom who it might be?”

Vegeta played his tile as his mother swept into the room. She was speaking to several attendants about her plans for the day and important meetings she must take, about Bulma’s doctor arriving soon and reminding her ladies-in-waiting that she must be informed the very second that doctor arrived. She broke off her stream of directions and demands to cross over to her husband and son.

She draped herself over the King’s broad left shoulder, lazily surveying the board. “You’re losing, my King.”

“I am aware, Pea,” he said mirthlessly, but kissing her hand before giving it a squeeze and letting it drop again.

Queen Pea reached over her husband and snapped a tile over her son’s king piece. “Match.”

Both the King and the Prince dropped their jaws – neither had seen the winning move staring them in the face. Prince Vegeta had thought he was toying with his father – victory assured – but had stepped into a trap the King hadn’t even intended to set.

The queen sashayed away, back to her attendants to continue an endless stream of duties, as the men continued to puzzle.

“And now you know,” the King began, “the identity of the one and only person in this universe who I fear.”

“Mother?”

“The queen had not been pleased with your long absence, nor with the death of your brother, for at least a full sun cycle before you came home. She was ready to go out into the stars to find and actually fight you – actually fight you, Vegeta – to force you to return. The fact is, she was insistent that you come home and fast to someone because she was lonely for her children.”

“I see.”

“And when she is insistent, it is of me. Constantly. Daily. Hourly. Minutely. There are a limited number of times I can stand to be berated by that woman, and I had reached my limit the day your boots hit Vegetasei.”

Vegeta laughed, a chuckle at first that built to a full laugh, head thrown back. What death? What frailty? What abdication? His father was tired of his mother’s endless bitching, and took it out on him.

The King joined his son’s laughter until both men were redoubled in belly shaking hilarity.

 ---

“Ohh, babies, come ouuuut,” Bulma moaned painfully, rubbing her swollen belly. “You have to be big enough now, don’t you? I’ll send your father in there!”

“Will you now?” Vegeta stood in the doorway of their study, Bulma sprawled out before him on the fourth couch they’d had this week. The first – too soft, the second – too firm, the third – no reason, it just made Bulma cry to look at it.

“Ve-ge-taaaaaaa, why won’t the babies come? It’s been one thousand years.”

“It has been 38-41 weeks, depending on when you became pregnant.”

“IT’S BEEN LONGER THAN THAT.”

Vegeta smirked and crossed the room to his beloved one – his beloved ones. He knelt down at the couch and put his head on Bulma’s thigh, mouth facing the dome of her womb and pressed a soft kiss to her flesh. “Little Saiyans, your mother wishes to meet you. Your grandmother wishes to meet you.”

Bulma laid her head back on a pillow and felt herself beginning to cry – again – for no reason other than the gentle timbre of her lover’s voice.

“Little warriors, come out and see your people.

Little royals, come out and see the land.

Little prince and little princess

Your Kingdom is at hand.”

The words were an old royal Saiyan nursery rhyme, and technically, it should have been “little prince OR little princess” but Vegeta had decided long ago that there was one of each in there. He didn’t know how he knew, but he did. Bulma hadn’t disputed it – in fact, she agreed with him. There were no ultrasounds, nothing like the prenatal care on Earth, but there were doctors and doulas who could read the ki signatures of the babies. Queen Pea sent for a specialist with knowledge of the Saiyan Gemini, but he was across the planet and refused to travel by pod. He should be in Asket soon, but until he arrived, Bulma was uncomfortable and weepy and from somewhere down in the pit of her stomach, she was worried about the babies, but didn’t know why.

Vegeta continued humming wordlessly, soothing the babies until their ki mellowed. As it did, some of the pain went out of Bulma’s face and she felt herself relax.

“They like you better than me already,” she pouted.

“Nonsense. Saiyans just don’t like being cooped up together for extended periods of time. They were probably fighting.”

“Vegeta, babies don’t fight.”

“Saiyan babies do.” He joked, tickling her thighs with ungloved fingers, raising gooseflesh all over her legs and arms.

“Of course they don’t!” she giggled.

“Of course they do. Saiyans are warlike beasts and you’ll be all alone amongst three of them. We’ll outnumber you.”

“Oh, but I’m sure,” she purred as he began kissing her belly, parting her legs and sweeping his hands over and over the inside of her thighs, “that my prince will defend me from such beasties.”

Vegeta chuckled, his chest rumbling as he hiked her dress a little further up her hips to expose her pert behind and tuft of unruly blue hair. Panties had gone by the wayside about 8 months into her pregnancy, and dresses were about the only thing she could wear. Her normally delicately manicured hair had grown wild, and natural, and for some reason, Vegeta preferred her that way. She was raw, and real, and she was all his.

He kissed lower on her bump, lower down to that tuft of blue, lower down still to kiss her lips and watch her squirm. “Ahn, Vegeta.” She cooed, already melting at his touch.

“Yes, Princess Bulma?”

“I love you.”

He dove into her then, parting her and lapping up her juicy sweetness as it flowed out around his gentle, skillful fingers as they curled into her and rubbed that spot she loved. With his free hand, he massaged and soothed her ever-aching back and she moaned in two kinds of pleasure underneath him. When she grasped his hair with her fingers and cried out, he increased the intensity and sent her toppling over the edge of her delight.

He looked up at her, wiping his mouth. “Come on. I ran you a bath.”

He picked her up with ease, like picking up an overstuffed pillow, and carried her to the bathing chamber. Beri had actually run the bath, sprinkling in oils and herbs to soothe Bulma’s discomfort and stress. The chamber smelled like roses and the steam was warm around her naked body. He knelt down on one knee, lowering her gently into the water. Her head lolled back and she breathed a sigh.

“Tell Beri I said thank you.”

“Tch.” So much for taking credit. “I’ll be in the kitchen. Call me when you’re ready to get out.”

“Mmhm.” “Bulma.”

“Hmm?” she mumbled, eyes closed.

“Call me when you’re ready to get out. Do not attempt to get out on your own – again.”

“I won’t.”

“Bulma…” he growled a warning.

“Really! Falling once was enough.”

Satisfied, or as satisfied as he was going to be, he shut the door behind him.

---

“VEGETA!” Bulma screamed. Something was wrong, something was wrong with the babies. The water around her was red, billowing out from a deep crimson into a pink blush at the edges of the tub. “VEGETA!” Bulma was bawling, crying, screaming as Vegeta burst through the bathing chamber door.

“Woma –“ he cut himself off as he was stunned into silence. Blood in the water, terror on her tear streaked face. In half a second, he was at the tub. “I’ll go get Beri or one of the doulas from the castle or – “ He began to pull away from her.

“Vegeta don’t leave me! What’s happening, what’s happening, what’s wrong with my babies?”

He didn’t know. He couldn’t answer her. He needed to go find someone who could help, but she was digging her desperate fingers into his arm and weeping, weeping in abject and perfect terror. Blood welled up from the pricks in his arm, and welled out of her into the water.

“Little warriors, come out and see your people,” he began to sing, in his low, gravelly baritone – an accidental vibrato now, as fear stole in to his voice and it shook and broke. He could feel himself about to cry… something he had not done since he was a baby himself.

“V-vegeta,” Bulma sobbed, “that’s not going to work this time.”

He swallowed. Was he about to meet his children, or watch his wife die? “Little royals, come out and see the land.” He choked, plunging one arm into the water between her legs, as the air around them took on the softest lilac glow.

Bulma was straining against him, against the tub, pushing because instinct told her to. He could feel a little head in his hand, and he jumped into the tub fully clothed, never letting his hand stray from that soft, wet mop of hair.

“Little prince and little princess,” he sang, because he could not scream in his terror, covered now in the bloody water with his wife astride him as he faced her, hands ready to catch their little child. Their little living child, he willed, he insisted.

One last mighty push, and the babe was free in his hands and coming up through the water and breaching the water now, and squalling and crying now – alive, alive, alive his heart sang.

“Your Kingdom is at hand.”

Bulma’s head fell back, cracking against the edge of the tub. “Bulma. Bulma!” He shook her thigh, but she didn’t respond. Tucking the babe - prince or princess unknown, but live and crying with a fury – into the skin tight chest of the suit he still wore, he leaned forward and with measured strength, slapped her face. “BULMA!”

She came to, blinking, bewildered, dazed. “Is he?” and the baby answered her question with renewed volume. “Alive. Stay awake Bulma, stay awake now.” She groaned and tensed every muscle, crying again.

“Vegeta, it hurts!”

“I know, I know, I’m here.”

“The other baby’s coming,” she gritted through bared teeth. The lavender glow of the room deepened to a deep, plummy aubergine light and Bulma pushed again with all her strength. One baby still tucked up into his chest and held in place with his left arm, he had only one hand to catch the baby coming now. Bulma screamed and wept, wept and screamed.

Blood billowed out into the water, and Vegeta felt the baby’s head. “She’s here, she’s here. One more, Bulma, just one more.”

A final, almighty and exhausting effort – Bulma pulled herself up, hands digging into the backs of her knees and feet braced against the solidity of Vegeta’s abdominal muscles – a final push and the baby was born.

Bulma watched through a dreamlike haze as Vegeta’s hand pulled the baby up through the water, up through the air, in silence. She didn’t cry. Was she alive? Was she alive? “Vegeta – is she?” Bulma choked on the question, on her tears.

With a careful hand, Vegeta turned the baby to face her mother – her bright black eyes open, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling in rapid but steady breaths. He placed the little princess on Bulma’s bare chest. Alive.

Beri burst through the door then, at last, “Prince Vegeta, the estate is glowing purple!” Her eyes widened in horror and fear as she saw the babies, saw the blood, saw the fully clothed prince awash in the tub and an exhausted Bulma weeping in pain and in joy. “I’ll get the doctors! I’ll get your mother!” She flew from the room as fast as she could.

Bulma was still bleeding into the water, and Vegeta could feel her ki fading. “Bulma.”

“Vegeta, look.” She whispered to him, “She’s perfect. She’s perfect. You were right, one girl. Is the other a boy?”

“Yes.” His voice was the raspiest husk as he reached forward to take the little princess from his wife as her hands slipped down into the water. “Yes. He’s strong.”

“He’s not crying anymore.” Her voice was fading, the thinnest rumor of a whisper now.

Vegeta tucked the little princess into his shirt, next to her brother. “Bulma, you need to stay awake. Bulma!”

“Little warriors, come out and see your people,” she whispered, arms dangling limply in the water, eyes fluttering closed. “Little royals, come out and see the land.”

Vegeta lay there in her blood, trapped by his fear and uncertainty, his children pressed against his heart. He finished the rhyme, tears running down his face. “Little prince and little princess, your Kingdom is at hand.”

#Kotonari #vegebul au #vegebul #vegeta #bulma

[thelioninmybed]

Misc replies

berrysphase replied to your post “valaraukars replied to your post “AU maeglin in mithrim with grandad...”

I'm sideeyeing myself here for sounding so "MY PET THEORY" when my whole point was there's actually a whole bunch of ways to explain Earendil not getting the Kingship and some of them can leave Maeglin the legitimate heir -- lol sorry (Assuming Gil is Orodreth's, that is, I always do too!) I figure the relative Sindarin comfort with powerful women has a lot to do with Melian, but it turns out I could go on and add screenfuls about Elwe's special status

and king's choice etc etc so uh I'll spare you... Also surely this attitude has a lot to do with why Galadriel married a Sinda.

Elves arguing inheritance politics is my catnip but it's also a bit brain-breaking -- I mean here are these immortal beings arguing about different interpretations of inheritance law when inheritance was just invented out of whole cloth so recently, you get to blatant rationalization s and bad philosophical arguments so fast

No no, it certainly can be done but you’re right, I forgot about Earendil during my analysis. Gil as Orodreth has always made sense to me, especially with how small a player he is until after the War of Wrath. God, the Galadriel-Marries-A-Sinda thing is an excellent point. I tend to skim over the more overtly patriarchal crap in the text (and in my fic, unless I’m making a point) but it explains an awful lot about why such an ambitious woman would spend so much time away from the action - she has vastly more of a say in governance etc. in Doriath than she would have in her own peoples’ lands - and of course she’d marry a Sinda, this is great. 

God, yes, how did the issue of who would inherit Finwe’s crown break society when the issue was, as far as anyone knew, entirely academic? (because it was really a question of who daddy loved more :()

psychopompious replied to your post “valaraukars replied to your post “AU maeglin in mithrim with grandad...”

"and she's his great aunt" you say that like it would be a problem for him. that's only 4th degree consanguinity, same as first cousins!

also re: Celeborn's relation to Thingol, I think in that version it's through the schrodinger's cat brother (aka Elmo) but I'd have to dig up that lovely chart of Doriath's long line of cousin marriages to check

.......okay fuck, you’re right. Maeglin would. 

If that’s the case then I suppose I owe Tolkien an apology. But he’s dead and also we have no idea what happened to Lalwen so I’m just gonna sit on it. 

vardasvapors replied to your post “Paying attention to those things is not my forte but thank you for...”

I just wanted to mention that this series of prompted au's is like my fave thing in the fandom rn

Thx xx I just wish I could be more varied with them than ‘but then everyone died anyway’

crocordile replied to your post “valaraukars replied to your post “AU maeglin in mithrim with grandad...”

to be fair though, nothing in canon suggests elwing held a position of authority by herself; you can easily assume her position comes from her marriage :/ Though ofc that is not my interpretation/headcanon at all!

re: earendil's ellegibility for high kingship: on the purely legalist side cirdan and co might just be following finrod's logic and taking finarfin's to be the royal line after fingolfin's death, or something? i always assumed that (but then again i def hc gil as oro's son which not many do hahaha)

You: “I don't think Tolkien meant for us to interpret it this way."

Me, an intellectual w. a folder of Silm erotica: "He didn't mean for us to interpret a lot of things this way. But we did."

I.E. Elwing is queen and idgaf what Tolkien wanted. 

I am with you on Gil as Oro’s (AND NOT JUST FOR SHIPPING REASONS OKAY, I HAVE LAYERS), someone pointed out the thematic neatness of the three lines of Finwe’s descendants dying to other elves, to Morgoth, and to Sauron respectively and Gil as an Arafinwean falls neatly into that. 

simaethae replied to your post “Paying attention to those things is not my forte but thank you for...”

how about they win a decisive enough victory to reclaim *one* silmaril and then morgoth flips and... volcanoes. or something. anyway you could totally contrive an AU where some of the feanorians, i'm saying C&C for kicks, have to fall back to the safety of Doriath in the ensuing chaos with their newly-obtained silmaril (since after all we know a silmaril can get you through the girdle...)

like i'm sorry this is great but i feel like it just needs more terrible decision making from the noldor to be a silm AU >>;

I’m starting to feel bad for Anon, okay? Just like Mandos, even my cold heart can be moved to pity. 

C+C in Doriath would be exquisite tbh, it’s yet another closed system where they can feed on paranoia, claw for power, and Celegorm can get into a creep off with Daeron while Thingol despises them while coveting the jewel and Melian is like ‘for fuck’s sake guys’ but no one listens. At least maybe the dwarves are free of the murder shenanigans this time around!

emilyenrose replied to your post “Paying attention to those things is not my forte but thank you for...”

ok but any au where luthien doesn't dress up as a vampire is a bad end au anyway

Truer words have never been spoken. 

vardasvapors replied to your post “Idk if you'll agree or not, but for the au where the silmarils don't...”

this is so wonderfully terrible and perfect, i love the...honesty and simplicity of the things they say, in them talking specifically about their relationship, though the feelings and Maglor's claims about finishing it can map onto much more. Also "I'd like that" JUST KILL ME.

It didn’t kill Mae though, more’s the pity :( Okay but realtalk, thank you <3 I suppose by this point all pretension’s pretty much been stripped away, they’re well past the point where lying to each other or themselves would do any good. 

valaraukars replied to your post “Ok I've find that tag .. but you actually read it? You can find it...”

You know who defied the valar? You know who doesn't get any credit? You know who is a character of true depth and nuance, constantly dismissed by an undeserving fandom? Ungoliant

No no Ungoliant, as established, abandoned her children and is a bad mother and thus a bad woman giant spider. Please keep your vile glorification of her off my blog. 

imindhowwelayinjune replied to your post “Idk if you'll agree or not, but for the au where the silmarils don't...”

You are maddeningly good at feelings that cut to the bone and somehow have this soupcon of humor - 'I'd like that,' said Maedhros wistfully - that makes the feeling go straight through the bone to the marrow

I left off the hurtful swears cause I know you don’t really mean them. Maedhros wishes feelings really worked so literally :(

#berrysphase #psychopompious #vardasvapors #crocordile #simaethae #emilyenrose #imindhowwelayinjune #valaraukars #replies