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sttoru · 7 months

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⟣ tags. gojo satoru x female reader. fluff. happy family moment t_t

“she said whaaaat? no way!”

you were scrolling on your phone in the living room when you heard that familiar voice pierce through the comfortable silence — satoru’s voice, a bit more high pitched this time, almost like he couldn’t believe what he had heard.

your boyfriend was over at your parents’ place for the first time and seemed to get along just fine with your mother in the kitchen. you could hear their giggles and gasps every now and then whilst your body was resting on the couch.

their voices were getting louder by the minute, thus you decide to stand up and go check on them. you reach the doorstep and instantly smile at the heartwarming scene that greets you;

your mother chopping up some vegetables, chuckling whilst excitedly telling her recent gossips to satoru, who was leaning back against the kitchen counter next to her — his arms crossed and those pretty dimples of his apparent on his face as he carefully listens to your mother’s stories.

“seems like you two are getting along well already, eh?” you chuckle after observing them for a little while longer. your presence instantly make satoru smile even more (if that were even possible), his eyes glimmering at the sight of you;

“hey, baby!” the white-haired man walks over to you and hugs you tightly before letting go, though his hand remains at your waist. the grin on his face widens, “your mother has the most juiciest of gossips that i’ve ever heard around town, i’m telling ya — stuff’s got me absolutely hooked.”

your mother responds to that with a short giggle. she glances up from her cutting board and sends you a look — one that emits her approval of the lover you’ve chosen. it seems like satoru’s charming personality succeeded into mellowing even your parents’ hearts.

“heh, i do actually believe that.” you nod with your own cheeky grin. your mother was like a newspaper — you always hear all the recent stories and gossips from her.

it’s no wonder satoru instantly clicked with her; if it isn’t your mother you’re gossiping with, it would usually be that cheeky sorcerer instead. he’s a great listener after all, his reactions are priceless to you.

you move over to stand next to your mother and decide to help her out with cutting up the veggies. satoru starts to search the area in hopes to find an apron for himself, though was quickly interrupted by the gruff voice of your dad echoing through the house;

“satoru, c’mere, boy! help an old man out.”

you were a bit surprised that your dad was specifically asking for satoru to go help him (your mom as well; however she knowingly snickers afterwards).

you can’t remember the last time your father had directly asked help from someone he barely knew. sometimes he wouldn’t even ask your mother or you for help. that’s how stubborn your dad is.

or, was — satoru’s an exception, it seems like.

your boyfriend was also a bit stunned — though not in a bad way at all. the corners of his lips curl up in a fond smile, his blue eyes shining ever so brightly due to the feeling of being needed and accepted in this household. his beloved’s household.

it felt like he had achieved all he wanted in life — hell, satoru was ready to risk it all and ask for your hand in marriage right then and there; that’s how joyous and confident this moment made him.

“coming, sir!” satoru calls out. you could’ve sworn his voice cracked a tad bit, however you decide not to comment on it. your boyfriend turns around with the biggest grin on his face and quickly goes to stand between your mother and you.

one of his hands rests on your waist, the other on your mom’s shoulder as he places a sweet kiss to the crown of your head. a rush of warmth surged through his body as he saw you look up at him with those captivating and pretty eyes, making satoru feel even more content than he already was —

“i’ll be right back. if you ladies need a helping hand, just give me a holler.” satoru says and smoothly steals a kiss on your cheek before hurrying towards your father, whose voice sounded from the bathroom.

there was a spring in his step. a positive change in his already ethereal looks as you watch him disappear from the room. you shake your head and chuckle at satoru’s excitement. you knew exactly what he was feeling, because you felt the same once you realised just how fast your parents seemed to accept and approve of him;

relieved, comfortable and happy.

#boooo never write fics again anya #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #jjk fic #gojo fluff #jjk x you #gojo x you

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satoshy12 · 1 year

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Heir of a Tyrant

Upon discovering that Danny was the rightful inheritor of both the Crown of Fire and the Ring of Rage, Vlad executed a de-aging scheme by instructing Skulker to poison and attack Danny. The poison transformed Danny into a child, rendering him too young to claim the throne. As an older Halfa, Vlad intended to seize the position of Proxy and rule the zone with Danny as his ward. Jazz, however, could not allow this to happen and fled Amity Park with her newly-turned toddler brother. As Jazz attempted to flee, she landed in various cities, yet Vlad's followers persisted in their pursuit. Fortunately, even though the heroes typically disregarded Amity Park, they were now determined to safeguard them. From Wonder Woman and Superman to the Flash and even the Green Arrow and Black Canary, along with Martian Manhunter, they all came to their aid. It was heartwarming to see how ecstatic little Baby Danny was whenever an alien or space hero appeared, while he was utterly uninterested when a mundane hero was around. Green Lantern won him over by mentioning that he was a Space Police officer and part of the Airforce. Danny found nothing wrong with this Space is Space! Jazz believed that Wonder Woman was somewhere in the middle since Danny liked her but not as much as the Alien Heroes. Nonetheless, he did not detest her or find her dull. Jazz believes it might have something to do with Pandora. In a meeting of the Justice League, the heroes gathered to discuss recent events they had encountered. To their surprise, each of them had encountered a green monster that they had to fight. The alien heroes in attendance spoke about how cute the toddler was that they had seen, as well as his red-haired caretaker. This caught the attention of Wonder Woman, Superman, Green Arrow, Black Canary, and Martian Manhunter, who were surprised to hear about the others' encounters. Batman spoke up and asked why the monster was hunting the toddler and the babysitter. Shazam explained that they were beings from the Infinity Realm, and that he had heard about this place from the Gods. However, he suggested that John Constantine might know more. When John Constantine confirmed what Shazam had said, the group turned their attention to the captured Vulture, hoping to get some answers. They learned that the toddler was actually the heir of Pariah Dark Throne, and that the Ghost had been sent to capture him and bring him to their boss. Their boss wanted to take the toddler's crown and control the Realm for himself, by making himself Danny's guardian.

As they learned by Shazam, Zatanna and John's shocked faces, Pariah was a Evil Dark Tyrant that was sealed by Ancient for a good Reason too. And someone who wants to take his place would be the same, the most important thing at the moment would be to find the duo and protect them, and make sure that the Boy will not grow up to be a Tyrant or be used to take control of armies and realms.

All the Planning the Justice League and Justice League Dark did for the weeks, was to be kicked out as Bruce saw the tiny toddler Black Haired blue eyed toddler and just changed the whole plan to just adopt the Duo.

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minsheart · 2 days

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LATE NIGHT CUDDLES [OT8]

pairings: boyfriend!ot8 x reader genre: fluff word count: 1487 (total) cw: mentions of reader having boobs in jisung's part, slight mention of sex in felix's part a/n: wrote this while listening to red lights on repeat. oh how i miss hyunchan

bang chan | 방찬: late night cuddles with chan feel best when he comes home late from the studio and right into your arms. he spent the last few hours trying to get the perfect beat for the upcoming songs and saying he's tired would be an understatement. but coming home to you and being able to rest and let his stress leave his body makes it all worth it. chan wouldn't have it any other way.

chan’s cuddles are warm and tender. his arms wrap around you in a bear hug, letting all your worries melt aways in each other's embrace. sometimes, when you can't sleep, chan will hold you close and caress your skin as he tells you about his day or something funny that happened to one of the other members. when he notices your chest finally lightly rising and falling as you held your eyes shut, he smiles a little to himself. pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, he settles himself in bed next to you — wondering how you managed to look so pretty even while you slept.

lee minho | 이민호: late night cuddles with minho feel best when soonie, doongie and dori are also snuggled against the both of you. when you’re watching a movie, his arms are lazily placed around your waist and you can feel the cats’ fur brush against you while they quietly purr. when he averts his gaze and his ears get red once you catch him looking at you instead of the screen. several times.

minho’s cuddles are sweet and quiet. minho isn’t one to prefer words over skinship when it comes to you. if possible, he’d spend the entire day in bed, leaning against you every single second. there are times when you can’t hear a single noise other than the sheets moving with minho settling himself in a more comfortable position. however, the silence feels good. being able to share precious moments together without having the need to speak is something he treasures a lot. he’ll bury his face into the crook of your neck and kiss your skin every once in a while, falling asleep on you not long after.

seo changbin | 서창빈: late night cuddles with changbin feel best when you're just chatting with each other, his big arms wrapped around you and your head resting against his head. he find it to be very intimate when it's just the two of you without any distractions. all his attention is on you while you tell him about your day, thinking of how cute you looked with your eyes gazing up at him.

changbin's cuddles are affectionate and playful. he'll hold your tight against him, squeezing you once or twice to get you to laugh. he’ll pepper your face with kisses and when you tease him back the same way, he'll get all shy with that cute smile of his. cuddles between the two of you are lively and you chat most of the time, joking around. but when you both are tired and feel like resting, you have no problem in remaining silent, clinging to each other and falling asleep in no time — changbin’s chest is the best pillow ever.

hwang hyunjin | 황현진: late night cuddles with hyunjin feel best when you’re lying down on the bench in the balcony, stargazing together and having meaningful conversations. your head rests on his chest, nuzzling deeper as you slowly fall asleep on him and, when you do, he smiles gently to himself, caressing your back, eyes glued to the sky.

hyunjin’s cuddles are romantic and gentle. he loves leaving one of his hands on your waist while the other affectionately caresses your hair. he enjoys cuddling you while watching those emotional movies that will definitely get a tear out of at least one of you. he thinks it’s really heartwarming to spend moments like this with you. kisses are also a must whenever you’re snuggling together. on the crown of your head, on your forehead, cheeks, lips, neck — he’ll kiss you all over your face as his hand wanders over your body. after all, he has to admire the masterpiece before him. hyunjin also makes sure to whisper to you every now and then, saying how good you look and how much he loves you. this man has got you weak in the knees.

han jisung | 한지성: late night cuddles with jisung feel best when he’s asleep on top of you. head buried in your chest as you run a hand through his hair. you’ve always thought he was adorable, but somehow he manages to look even cuter like this, knowing how tired he’s been lately and that he came to you to be able to rest. you feel glad knowing how much he’s comfortable around you.

jisung’s cuddles are intimate and soft. he doesn’t mind being the big or the little spoon, as he gets to hold you either way. when he’s the big spoon, he’ll always have this arm draped around your waist, 24/7, no questions asked. he feels like his arms fit perfectly around it — as if it was made just for him. and when he’s the little spoon, his head will rest on your boobs, remaining in pure bliss. how could he not? they’re so soft, falling asleep on them feels so good. jisung is a total sucker for skinship, and cuddling you never fails to make his day a thousand times better.

lee felix | 이필릭스: late night cuddles with felix feel best after he’s done with gaming for the night and crawls into bed with you, pressing against your body from behind as you whisper to each other, chatting. he tenderly caresses your hip with one hand and with the other, his fingers interlock with yours, slowly but surely lulling you to sleep.

felix’s cuddles are attentive and delicate. he always holds you as if you were made out of porcelain — if he’s too rough with you, he feels like you're going to break (in bed is a different story). he always makes sure to be gentle and soft towards you, taking his time to enjoy the feeling of your body against his. it isn’t unusual for one of you to end up asleep — even if it’s in the middle of that day. felix’s body is so warm and his touch is so sweet that you can’t help but close your eyes and, before you know it, when you open them again, it’s nighttime. you look up, seeing felix’s eyes shut and his breathing steady, his blond hair slightly messy. you chuckle. if you could, you’d live like this forever.

kim seungmin | 김승민: late night cuddles with seungmin feel best when none of you can bring yourselves to go to bed and sleep. you lay on the couch together, your head resting against seungmin’s shoulder as his hand slides under your shirt and caresses your skin gently, both of you looking at his phone while he scrolls through social media.

seungmin’s cuddles are loving and sweet. he loves to place his hand under your shirt, feeling the soft skin under your clothes. his thumb caresses your side tenderly, smiling as he glances towards you every now and then. you cling onto him sweetly, watching his eyes wander around the room as he talks to you about his schedule, only for them to fall back on you eventually. seungmin is naturally softer towards you and isn’t one to be too energetic at night, but when he is, be prepared to receive a tickle attack when you least expect it. he won’t stop until you’re laughing so hard you can feel tears forming in the corner of your eyes. he’ll let you go with a smile, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips afterwards. he can't help it — he gets a cuteness aggression overload from you.

yang jeongin | 양정인: late night cuddles with jeongin feel best when the two of you are simply looking up to the ceiling, holding each other as his playlist plays in the background. you vibe to the music together, singing some lyrics together as you laugh at one another when you’re off-key. as you eventually grow tired, the songs playing become calmer — almost as if he could tell the time you’d be falling asleep.

jeongin's cuddles are innocent and heartwarming. his hands caress all over your body with care and passion. his fingers feel warm against your skin, making you melt under his touch — is he even aware of what he's doing to you? probably, yes. and he loves every moment of it. you cling to him, resting your head on his chest as you seek comfort in each other's embrace. you chat quietly, your voices mere whispers as you discuss potential plans for the future. the thought of spending your life like this with jeongin makes your heart flutter, and he definitely wants to share all the time he has with you.

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staryuee · 1 year

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“ YOU MAKE ME FEEL SAFE.”

꒰warnings꒱ semi-proofread <3

⠀꒲ ` synopsis . . . telling [char.] that they make you feel safe ♡

⠀꒲ ` characters . . . aether, lumine, dainsleif, xiao, tartaglia, wanderer, yae miko, kokomi, itto, cyno, kaveh

⠀꒲ ` notes . . . quite short bc a bitch is exhausted from exams </3 love u lots mwah mwah sorry for dying every month

AETHER — 空

“you make me feel safe.”

“eh..?” aether pauses for a brief moment and instantly turns to look at you, a look of both surprise and joy encapsulating his features. he blinks twice, a smile forming on his lips as he stares at you with eyes filled with so much adoration that it makes your breath hitch.

“i’m.. im really happy to hear that, i really can’t put it into words.” he walks over to you and entraps you in a heartwarming hug, one that made you melt as soon as his body made contact with yours. hearing such a lovely phrase so easily drop off your tongue made him genuinely feel like everything he’s done so far wasn’t in vain.

it felt so right; to be the cause of someone else’s happiness; a haven for their security, and to know you had that in him was something so sweetly fulfilling.

LUMINE — 荧

“you make me feel safe.”

lumine stops in her steps to swiftly turn back to you. you flash her a lovely smile, one which she complaisantly returns with blush dusting her cheeks. “you’re so corny.” she goes over to you to squish your cheeks together, staring at you in awe as she does so.

“but,” she pulls you in for a hug, “i’m glad — it’s my job to look after you after all.” she squeezes you tighter and you can’t help but pull away to sneak in a sweet kiss to her forehead, she leans into it, still looking adoringly up at you with that smile of hers, you feel yourself heat up at the very sight of it.

“you make me happy.” she whispers and presses herself closer to you, hands resting gently on your waist.

DAINSLEIF — 戴因斯雷布

“you make me feel safe, you know?”

you were merely having a late night conversation, it divulged from your morning duties and then to what you love each other; your words leaving dainsleif rather speechless. such flowery words being uttered by someone he’s internally sworn to protect till the end of time genuinely feeling safe with him ? if he was a tad bit more.. emotional.. he could shed a tear.

instead, he opts for kissing your cheeks and cuddling you closer with his lips turning upwards ever so slightly. he wants to tell you how loved you make him feel, but he settles for his own quietness and the comfort of your warmth.

there’s still no words in any teyvat language that could express or even comprehend his love for you; he can only hope that his fleeting touches are enough to share a sentiment similar to your own.

XIAO — 魈

“xiaoxiao.” your voice echoes melodically in his sleepy mind. he replies with a simple hum.

“you make me feel safe.” you lean on him nonchalantly as if you didn’t just say something that could break him.

“it’s my duty to protect you.” he pulls you in closer, his heartbeat beginning to quicken with every shallow breath.

“i mean that being with you is just extremely comfortable and peaceful, it has little to do with your ability to protect me.” you laugh as you intertwine hands with him. xiao leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on the crown of your head, responding with a stuttered yet wholehearted reply was not worth the embarrassment for the yaksha.

he pulls your interlocked hand up to his lips and places a soft kiss on your knuckles, the silence thick yet so serene. he finds comfort in solace, but you’ve shown him that the atmosphere of loneliness can be shared with the silent affection of a loved one.

TARTAGLIA — 公子

tartaglia caressed your cheeks, staring at you with such determined love and adoration it was enough to send your heart into overdrive. every swipe of his thumb, every glance at your lips and every kiss that he stole managed to send flurries of butterflies into your stomach; which lead to your impromptu, “you make me feel safe.”

he stopped his ministrations abruptly, his eyes widening yet his smile remaining all the same. he lets out a soft sigh before sprinkling gentle kisses across your face, “you’ve really got me wrapped around your finger, huh.”

your fingers trail up to caress his nape before tugging him down for a quick peck. “yes i do... “ you murmur as his hands move from your face to hold the back of your head, pulling you closer. he lets out another chuckle before kissing your nose softly, a light blush colouring his skin. “ you make my heart race like nobody else could.”

SCARAMOUCHE — 斯卡拉姆齐

“you make me feel safe.”

“i’m sorry, what?”

he wonders what kind of miracle blessing he must’ve committed for you to even think about expressing such a thought. “are you feeling sick? what’s wrong with you?” he pinches your cheek with an unamused look as your giggles bounce off the walls. he turns to leave without a second thought, trying his best to suppress his feelings.

“hey — i was being genuine !” you hug him from behind with a soft smile.

“right, and i’m a human being.” he rolls his eyes as he attempts to push you away, with very little reluctance at your affection. thought he doesn’t believe your words, for ehem obvious reasons, he still feels the slightest bit overjoyed at the prospect of your words being genuine.

YAE MIKO — 八重神子

“you make me fee safe.”

“well, aren’t you a charmer, my dear?” miko gives you a sly smile before taking another sip of her saké. “which book did you steal that line from, hmm?” she laughed softly, patting your head gently as consolation for her teasing. you pouted at the playful touch but she was far from deterred. the moment she pulled back, she had a mischievous glint in her eyes. “do you have a way of showing me your words are true, darling?”

you roll your eyes at her shamelessness, reaching up to pull her in by wrapping your arms around her neck to oblige her romantic request. she gives you a final sly grin before leaving a soft yet passionate kiss on your lips.

“hmm..i’m still not convinced.” she giggles, pulling you in once again. you were in for quite the long afternoon..

S. KOKOMI — 珊瑚宫心海

“hey koko,” she hums gently, looking up at you with drowsy eyes, “you make me feel safe.”

it was honestly like you shook her with electro itself, or like she poured hot tea over herself with the way she instantly woke up; the biggest smile beginning to adorn her gorgeous features. kokomi sighs pleasantly, gazing at you with pure devotion before getting up to hold both of your hands in hers.

“i’ve had many people express such a sentiment, but hearing it from you..it means so much more.” she leaves a trail of chaste kisses across your cheeks before leaving a final one on your lips.

“did you read some sort of book on how to attack the divine priestess’s heart? because it’s very hard to not fall deeper in love with you.”

A. ITTO — 荒泷一斗

“you make me feel safe.”

itto nearly gave himself a concussion with the way his head instantly shot up and then proceeded to hit the large branch above him. you were simply aiding him in finding some onikabuto, what was that phrase for ?! he shook his head to shoo away the dizziness before stabilising himself on the tree beside him with a goofy grin, “well of course you’d feel safe around me ! look at me man, strong as an ox !!” he started flexing subconsciously out of nervousness, your affectionate laughter filling him with warmth.

he took a quick glance at you before trapping you in a sudden rib-crushing hug. “you are too adorable for your own good.” he smiles and squeezes you in tighter with a kiss.

“you’re one to talk, love.”

he feigns an insulted expression and points at himself with dramatics, “heyhey, i’m not adorable i’m cool, there’s a difference!”

CYNO — 赛诺

“you make me feel safe.”

cyno looks at you confused, his head tilting lightly to the side. “it is an honour to make you feel that way, i’m glad to be of service.. but what brought this on?” you hugged him quietly, he pulled you in closer yet he still craved some sort of verbal answer from you.

you thought for a bit before answering, “dunno, it just feels natural to say stuff like that with you, you know?” he absentmindedly smiled at you, kissing your forehead as a reply. “it feels natural saying puns around you.” he mumbles.

“i’ll take everything i just said back, cyno.” you flicked his nose, a small grin landing on his face as a result. “you love me but not my jokes? how disrespectful.”

KAVEH — 卡维

“you make me feel safe.”

“i don’t think i’ve done anything to receive such a grandiose sentiment from you, love.” he nonchalantly mutters as he continues on his recent sketch. your frown doesn’t escape his gaze and he can feel his heart clench with guilt at the thought of making you feel upset at the cause of his own insecurity.

you walk over to him and hug his back and he can’t help but lean in to your touch, “sorry — i appreciate your words, really, you’re too good to me.”

you nuzzle closer to him before mumbling, “next time you disregard my love i’m gonna bite you.” you chuckle and it makes him feel slightly less embarrassed for his lack of response. he turns around and places a gentle kiss onto your forehead and you hum happily against the contact.

“i love you so much.”

©STARYUEE do not copy, steal or repost <3

#i was sniffling the entire time while writing #genshin x reader #genshin x gnreader #genshin x you #aether x reader #lumine x reader #dainsleif x reader #xiao x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #yae miko x reader #kokomi x reader #itto x reader #cyno x reader #kaveh x reader

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myteavsricochet · 22 days

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Latest fanfics read (firstprince edition) part 5:

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

Two's Company, Three's a Crowd

When David, Henry's introverted beagle is scared of everyone, finding a new roommate becomes a challenge for Henry. But when David's obsession with a potential roommate, the charming Alex comes to light, their living arrangement becomes set in stone. As Alex and Henry navigate their living arrangement, a unique bond forms between them, sparking a journey of heartwarming friendship and eventually, love.

David doesn’t like anyone but Henry because everyone Henry’s around before he moved to the US is awful, except Bea. So Henry’s having trouble finding a roommate. During their roommate interview, David curls up in Alex’s lap and goes to sleep.

When Alex and Henry move in together, David becomes strangely obsessed with Alex. When Alex leaves for school/work, he remembers Henry exists too.

make me your god

There’s no such thing as soulmates. Not for gods.

But then Henry meets Alex, and everything changes.

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, gods and mortals, Soulmates, Immortality

starry eyes sparking up my darkest nights

Any time, son.”

This time, Alex knows it’s not a nickname.

Or, 5 times Arthur and Catherine act like Alex's family and 1 time they become one.

Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Alternate Universe - High School, Fluff, Coming Out, Alex has ADHD, Found Family, Pining, but very little, Cuddling & Snuggling, Friends to Lovers, Ellen is kind of an asshole

in other words, until eternity (baby, i'm yours)

Henry reaches up and traces Alex’s cheek. Alex closes his eyes at his touch and lets Henry map his face with the pads of his fingers. He brushes over the curve of Alex’s ear, thumbs at the cut of his jaw and the indent of his chin dimple. Alex feels himself practically trembling, half in anticipation and half in response to the tenderness of the moment. His nose is next, then the line of his brows before Henry finally, finally traces the shape of his lips.

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or: domestic bliss, firstprince edition

speak now (or forever hold your peace)

Then the preacher is saying, speak now or forever hold your peace…

This is his last chance. His heart is beating wildly in his chest, pounding in his ears, he gulps…

A second later, Henry is on his feet, standing tall.

*****

Alex left Kensington when Henry told him. And now, five years since then, Henry is invited to Alex’s wedding.

And you know how the saying goes, “If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it’s yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never meant to be.”

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-The Storming of Kensington Palace (Red White & Royal Blue), Pining, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Exes to Lovers, Getting Back Together, Angst with a Happy Ending

be my mistake

“So, like, I don’t usually do this.”

Henry raises an eyebrow. He knows Alex’s reputation across campus. Everyone does.

“I mean with guys.”

Oh. Right.

Henry nods. “I won’t say anything.”

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Frat Parties, Drinking, Implied/Referenced Sex, Fuckbuddies, Casual Sex, Sex Without Feelings, Fuckboi Alex Claremont-Diaz

King of My Heart

Alex, as always, is utterly captivating.

He accepts his crown with grace and a crooked grin; it’s a duality that only he can pull off. Alex’s megawatt smile is brighter than the hundreds of multicolored shards of light reflecting off the mirrorball in the center of the room. Henry knows that Alex looks good on stage, he knows that Alex knows that he looks good on stage, and apparently, everyone else knows it as well. Henry thinks he sees a girl faint at the sight out of the corner of his eye.

And yet, no one knows about Alex and him. Everyone in the crowd wants Alex, but it’s a losing battle — Henry already won that fight a couple of weeks ago.

Or, When Alex wins Prom King, Henry sneaks him away for a moment alone and realizes that his feelings may run deeper than their clandestine hookups suggest

The Weight of Confession

The careful balance of his time was tipping. He was supposed to be 33.3% Lawyer, 33.3% Spider-Man, and 33.3% Alex... Not always in the order. But yeah, okay, often in that order.

But, that balance had been tipping too far towards Alex time for a few weeks. Which, took away from time as Spider-Man. Then, work got busy, which meant there was less time for Alex to catch up with June... It never ends.

There aren’t enough hours in the day for Alex to feel satisfied in every role. And, June paid the price.

Or: The point in time where a housewarming party and an origin story converge.

part 2 of What's up, danger?

solace in my star(s)

thinking that maybe henry likes being an insomniac because without the darkness of the night you wouldn't see the stars and that's his way of connecting with arthur and then eventually he has alex and he finds the same solace and love in alex

Additional tags: henry fox-mountchristen-windsor needs a hug, depression, stargazing, insomnia, established relationship

i scratch your head, you fall asleep

“Long day?” Henry asked quietly and carded his fingers through Alex’s curls. The other man relaxed heavily into him with another sigh and Henry felt him nod against his leg.

“Long month, really,” Alex murmured. “But we finished prep for a case early today and Marge said I can’t come back until I’ve slept for at least twelve consecutive hours, so. Here I am.”

“Here you are,” Henry echoed fondly.

or, alex really, really needs a nap and henry really, really loves him

you don't know the answer (til someone's on their knees and asks you)

“This might be the best one yet,” Henry comments, picking up another forkful of cheesecake and holding it out toward Alex. “Cheers to another successful con.”

They clink their forks, sharing small secret smiles over their free dessert before exiting the restaurant with their fingers interlocked and thanking the hostess, while all the servers watch them leave with hearts in their eyes.

Exactly the way they’d fucking planned it.

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Best friends Alex and Henry pretending to get engaged every week to get free dessert, until those pesky feelings get in the way.

falling in love (every time i see you)

“Henry, I love you.” He says it without knowing what it means, just that it feels right on his tongue, and Henry’s eyes go wide like he can’t believe anyone would say that to him. Alex would say it a thousand times. He’s just waiting for Henry to say it back.

(or, five times alex tells henry he loves him, one time henry finally says it back)

with all these nights we're spending (my broken bones are mending)

It’s unexpected, and the softness that Prince Henry maintains is a shock to his system.

It makes him want to say something, even if it’s only to ask how his day was or to request an explanation for why he spent nearly fifteen fucking minutes looking at Cupid and Psyche with a forlorn look in his eyes. When he moves on, Alex gazes up at the sculpture and tries to discern the magic that must have captured the prince’s attention, but he comes up with no answers.

Which makes him want to ask more.

But he isn’t supposed to.

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Or, Alex is the new V&A night guard and Henry is the prince that Alex has been explicitly instructed to leave alone.

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince #rwrb fics

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justlemmeadoreyou · 5 months

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holiday movie night

pairing: boyfriend!harry x reader

words: ~400

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Harry and Y/N found themselves wrapped in the warmth of holiday magic. The air was crisp, and the twinkling lights outside painted a picturesque scene, setting the perfect stage for their very own holiday movie night. Little did they know that this night would become a cherished memory, a chapter in the book of their love story.

As they entered the living room adorned with tinsel and ornaments, the soft glow of the Christmas tree greeted them . Y/N couldn't help but smile as Harry dimmed the lights, creating an ambiance that looked like a dream.

The sofa, adorned with festive cushions and a plush throw, beckoned them to sink into its comfort. It was as if the universe conspired to make this night extraordinary. Harry, with that endearing grin of his, held a tray of homemade treats – cookies shaped like stars, gingerbread men with chocolate eyes, and a steaming mug of hot cocoa crowned with marshmallows.

"Thought we could use a bit of homemade magic," he said, his hands full with cookies, gingerbread men and hot cocoa, that he had arranged in a tray.

Y/N's heart swelled with affection. How did she get so lucky? It wasn't just about the cookies or the cocoa; it was about the effort, the love he poured into every little detail. She wrapped her arms around Harry, gratitude filling the room like the scent of cinnamon and vanilla.

With the promise of a magical evening ahead, they settled in. Harry handed Y/N a cozy blanket, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary, a silent acknowledgment of the warmth they shared. As they snuggled close, the first movie began on the screen.

Their choices ranged from classic holiday films to heartwarming romances. The flickering light of the television played across their faces, casting a soft glow.

As the plotlines unraveled, so did the layers of their connection. They exchanged favorite scenes, whispered predictions, and occasionally got lost in playful banter about who could devour more cookies without feeling guilty. The air was filled with laughter, a melody that echoed through the room like the cheerful jingles of Christmas carols.

As the credits rolled on the last movie of the night, Harry turned to Y/N with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "One more surprise," he said, reaching for his guitar. The room fell silent as he strummed a gentle melody, his voice filling the space with a holiday classic.

In that intimate serenade, time seemed to stand still. The world outside disappeared, leaving only the two of them wrapped in the magic of the moment. It wasn't a perfect performance, but it was perfect for them – genuine, sincere, and filled with the kind of love that transforms ordinary nights into extraordinary memories.

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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years

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Imagine feeling insecure but the Doctor is there to reassure you.

If someone had told you yesterday that you would be the lifesaver of an alien princess, you'd probably believe it. Maybe you'd be a little sceptical, "What are the odds of that happening?", but it definitely was on your Space-and-time-travel bingo.

And there you were, sitting at a long table in an even longer hall under an open sky, celebrating the saving of princess Axalari III. The whole ordeal had started with the Doctor promising to show you a shower of meteorites, except the meteorites turned out to be invading spaceships ready to wipe out an entire species. So you did what any reasonable person would do: throw yourself in the middle of the action. In hindsight, listening to the celebratory music and laughs, it seemed as if the calamity had happened so long ago you could hardly be sure it was ever real. The wraith of war did not leave a mark on the people of this world. Judging by their happiness and celebratory mood, it seemed as if peace had never left their hearts.

The princess was dancing with some commoners - a sight both hard to believe and entirely heartwarming. Once again, she was the star that shone the brightenest, the spotlight in which everyone wanted to stand even for a second. The Doctor and you had the privilege of being named "friends of the crown" but the fame that came with such honour disappeared rather quickly in the court of public opinion: somewhere after the first appetizer during the dinner, the aliens forgot all about the peacemakers. You still haven't made up your mind about whether it was a good thing or a bad one.

"I've always wanted to be like that," you broke the silence. That quiet confession of yours was barely audible over the celebrations but he heard you. He always did, for better or worse.

"...have tentacles growing out of your head?" he asked sheepishly. A grimace of confusion contorted his features. "Nah, you wouldn't look good with tentacles, sorry."

A dry chuckle left your lips. To some degree, you were in disbelief at the direction his thoughts took. "No, it's just... I've always wanted to be inimitable, you know?" you looked at him for a moment. His expression became serious but unreadable except for that. "For people to look at you and in a split second they realise they've never met someone like you and probably never will again. I mean, look at her! It's like she has this magical, one-in-a-million aura. She could be a princess even without the royal title."

The Doctor scrunched his nose and shook his head:

"You're not one in a million."

"Yeah, I know..." you answered quietly. A heavy sigh left your lips. How could you ever think that an immortal, time travelling alien would understand your mundane, egoistic problems? The sentiment probably seemed at best petty to him.

Longingly, you admired the princess dancing with her people. The flowy material of her dress shone as she twirled under the starlight. With that bright smile on her face and a tear in her eye, she couldn't be anything except happy.

"You're so much better than that."

Quickly, you looked back at him. The Doctor had a soft smile on his face like he was fondly thinking about something. There was something adoring yet intense in his eyes and you felt the need to nervously look away. He rarely got like that.

"You think so?" you asked him unconvinced.

"I know so."

You felt his hand tightly squeeze yours.

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z3ny44 · 8 months

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Spoilers for Fionna and Cake Finale Double Episode Post

-Alright, episode 9 started of with a scare! That nightmare really seemed real for a second, and Marshall looked like Shoko when she fell into the radioactive river....

Thank god it was a dream honestly, but the main even of this episode... The Lich begging for Golb to acknowledge his achievements, his success in ending all life on his reality, only to be denied of any form of gratification and to be stripped of his own reason and turned into a tetris block...

I really liked this bit, I think Fionna and Cake had the best moments of Lich alongside his speech in the Citadel episode. His expression, his posture, his rage alongside his struggle... How can a character so inherently impossible to kill, be absolutely finished by no more than a look from the one whom he called his scholar.

Also Simon kicked him that's funny,, poor Jerry

And Now, from the 1000+ years Ooo, we get to see Shermy and Beth again! They are vandalizing Gibbon's kingdom, that, in case you don't remember or don't know, he's the son of Charlie (Jake's daughter that played Card Wars)

I really like 1000+ years Ooo. In a way its cozy but at the same time uncanny cuz you really don't know anyone... (I mean Marcy and PB are canonically alive but still they only appear in the Come Along with Me Intro) I wish it was a miniseries itself!!! Simon got TP'd to Shermy's head and still is trying to find a crown. They went to the library which is now ruled by the paper guys, and a robot in a turtle shell? uh,,, okay?

And yeah basically the Scarab is back cuz Ellis P freed them,,, bruh.

-LAST EPISODE FFS PAWN SWAN IS CANON WOOO

Okay but in all seriousness, the episode continued F&C dealing with the Scarab, and they just threw him all the guys that he imprisoned, which shows us what we already had a feeling since he caught Kheirosiphon: the Scarab just caught outlaw, independently if they are good or bad, most of these guys are reformed and have started a new life... he's just so shitty... like, look at these little Big guy :')

Anyways, to get done with the F&C story, basically Prismo tp's the Peppermint tank, alongside with Jay, little Destiny and BABY FINN!! WHICH IS HUGE?! Finn is going to grow up in Fionna's universe, and if the series continues, we might even see a normal world grew up Finn (with grew up I mean like 15, lol) ALSO WE SEE TIFFANY

Simon's side on the other hand,,, jeez I feel like I was synced with Simon in a way that I never really acknowledged Betty's sacrifice... She really did put everything on the side to be with Simon, and for his happiness.... not that it went by unnoticed, but it bugs me to think... what if they did it differently? What if he went on the trip with Betty... I mean to be fair we have the answer... he dies to vampires a couple years after, but how was the time he spent with Betty? What did they change? How did they change and grew even if it did not last forever....

and if you think that this was the part that hit the hardest... buddy..

Yeah,,, I think Betty isn't even there anymore, this was a goodbye... It wasn't explained but I think it was implied that she is gone... That Golb is back to his normal form... i don't know if this will have repercussions in the future? Maybe reform Lich and fuse with him?! I'm just throwing random ideas at this point.

-Final Opinion: This series was amazing, I'm always happy to have more Adventure Time content, it being my main artistic inspiration makes it so much more fantastic to see new characters, places and stories. It was definitely the best mini series so far. The funniest, the most interesting, and the prettiest visually. The epilogue was so heartwarming, Fionna being able to talk with Simon via sms, he's having therapy with Minerva, and PRISMO! Prismo now has the Scarab with him in the Time Room, they are going to make stories together hehe.

(also there was a frame in which prismo's head was flipped? idk if it was an error wtf)

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storyofmychoices · 6 months

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Thanksgiving's Little Miracle: Happy Birthday, Malia!

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC) with Malia Lahela Book: Open Heart Word Count: ~500 Rating/Warnings: general, no warnings, all the fluff

Tagging: Thanksgiving: @choicesnovchallenge ; @choicesholidays "I'm thankful for you" ; @choicesficwriterscreations ;

Synopsis: Olivia and Bryce welcome their baby girl, Malia.

This absolutely precious and heartwarming art is by the lovely, ArtbyAinna. Not me setting every alarm and notification possible to make sure I got a November slot just for this moment! 😌💛

The open curtains invited the November sunlight into the room, its golden rays casting a gentle warmth despite the cool Boston temperature outside. Soft, hushed whispers of nurses' footsteps and distant murmurs from the hallway occasionally drifted in, creating a familiar symphony for the parents.

Bryce and Olivia rested nestled in her hospital bed, enraptured by their newborn daughter, Malia.

"Look," Olivia whispered, her voice infused with wonder, "she's opening her eyes."

Bryce leaned closer, his heart swelling with affection as her eyes fluttered shut once more. "She's got your eyes," he remarked softly.

"And your nose," Olivia added, a gentle chuckle dancing in her voice. Her eyes welled as she marveled at their beautiful daughter, unable to take her gaze off of her. She had spent months patiently waiting for this moment, wondering what she would look like, what she would sound like, and what her personality would be. Now, she was here. All those long months of waiting were worth every second because they brought her to this moment.

Malia lay nestled, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm, soothed by the comforting murmur of her parents' voices.

"She's so small," Bryce admired, his voice tinged with awe. His fingers brushed over her tiny hands that wrapped around him in response

"But she's ours."

Malia let out a soft whimper, prompting Olivia to soothe her with a gentle sway. Bryce readjusted her blankets, tucking her safely back into its embrace.

"I'm thankful for our little miracle," she murmured, planting a soft kiss on Malia's forehead. "For her health, her warmth, and the love we will share with her."

Bryce's hand found Olivia's, intertwining their fingers. "I'm thankful for you. For your strength, your love, and for bringing our beautiful girl into this world."

His arm wrapped around his wife, his lips pressing a lingering kiss on the top of her head. He shook his head slightly to the sides in disbelief, not sure how he could have ever gotten so lucky. He stole a glance at his little girl, his eyes filled with tears. There was so much he'd share with her, a world of possibilities to give her. But for now, she had everything she could need, and so did he.

As they savored this intimate moment with Malia, their phones buzzed softly with messages on the table by the window.

"I can't wait for her to meet everyone," Olivia whispered, cradling their daughter as she leaned into his embrace.

Bryce nodded, pride gleaming in his eyes as he held the two halves of his world in his arms. "Me too," he whispered and pressed another kiss on the crown of her head. "But not yet. Let's just stay here a while longer."

Her lips curved into a serene smile. "That sounds perfect," she murmured softly, content to let the moment linger for as long as they could.

Thank you so much for reading and supporting! I hope you enjoyed both the art and the drabble. I absolutely adore this couple and Malia is going to be the most amazing (fictional) person some day. I can't wait to learn more about her! 💖💖💖💖 [Learn more about Malia]

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topgun-imagines · 1 year

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The Egg Hunt

Requested: no

Summary: You and your husband enjoy Easter morning with your kiddos.

Word count: 1.0k

Note: Happy Easter everyone!

Warnings: None

Pairings: Bradley ‘rooster’ Bradshaw x wife!reader

“Mmm,” Bradley groaned as he rolled over in bed. There was a suspiciously heavy weight pinning his legs to the bed. The weight shifted as it began poking at his side. A sleepy smile tugged on Bradley’s lips as he peeled one eye open. A warmth grew in his chest at the sight of his son sitting on his leg, a large smile on his face as he tried to shake his father awake. “Whatcha doin’, Baby Goose?” The pilot murmured, sitting up. Nicky looked up with a grin full of teeth, bouncing up and down at the sight of his father awake.

You were sleeping soundlessly next to your husband with your daughter sitting on your hip. Bradley cooed at the sight of his baby girl poking your side lightly, her eyes wide as her bottom lip jutted out. “Come here, Honey,” He whispered, pulling his daughter into his lap. Nicky climbed up beside her, snuggling against his father's arm. “Let’s let mummy sleep for a little while longer.” The sheet pooled around his hips as he sat up. With one arm, he picked up his daughter and with the other he grabbed Nicky’s hand, leading the kids from the bedroom.

Callie cheered happily once Bradley had shut the door to your shared bedroom. The pilot watched his son run ahead down the stairs and into the living room. By the time Bradley reached the bottom of the stairs, Nicky was jumping up and down with his eyes darting all across the room. The little girl in his arms started squealing at the sight of chocolate eggs littered all across the room. Her leg started swinging back and forth wildly before her father set her down.

Smiling, Bradley watched as his babies picked up one of the baskets each and began collecting the eggs. Seconds later he heard the sound of your feet padding lightly down the stairs. When you reached him, you smiled softly and wound your arms around one of his. Your husband peered down at you as you rested your head against his shoulder. He saw the look of adoration in your eyes as you watched the kids move around the living room. “Whatcha got there, kiddos?” Nicky and Callie snapped their heads over to you, cheering when they saw their mother.

You scooped up your daughter when she pulled on your own leg. She giggled loudly when you blew a raspberry on her cheek. Nicky was jumping up and down beside you, pointing to the basket that he held proudly. “Look, Mumma! Look what I found!” You smiled as he showed you his collection of eggs. Your eyes flashed to Bradley, a knowing smile on his face.

Last night, the two of you had stayed up for a few hours perfecting where you were going to put the eggs. This year would be Callie’s first Easter, and both you and your husband had decided that you would try to make it the most memorable one yet. You and Bradley had even found some beautiful hand-painted poetry eggs that you had stashed for the kids. Callie’s was covered in beautiful watercolor flowers while Nicky’s had a water-colored baby goose. When Bradley saw it he almost teared up.

Seconds later the kids were back to running around the living room. You laid a hand on Bradley’s chest as you smiled up at him. His lips settled on the crown of your head, pulling back moments later. “Want some coffee?” Your husband questioned. With a smile, you nodded softly. Bradley pulled back and headed toward the kitchen. When you turned back to your kids, you saw Nicky lifting up Callie so that she could reach an egg on the shelf. You smiled at the heartwarming sight.

You took a seat on the edge of the couch as you watched them move quickly around the room. One after the other they scooped eggs into their baskets, wide smiles on their faces the whole time. Callie turned around and her eyes landed on the pile of eggs by your hips. As she moved to collect them she looked up at you with a shy smile. “Hi, mumma.” She whispered, waving cutely before walking away.

Bradley returned moments later with two cups of coffee in his hands. He kissed your forehead as he passed you your cup. Thanking him quietly, both of your eyes returned to your children.

The next few minutes were spent with Nicky and Callie finding the last few eggs stashed in the living room. Once they were finally finished, both of your kids moved over to snuggle with you and your husband. Bradley had his arm wound around his Nicky when he spoke. “Should we put on a movie?” He questioned, looking between the children. Both of them nodded quickly, Nicky’s smile turning into a pout when Bradley tried to move him off of his lap. “One second bud.” Your husband murmured.

You smiled when the main titles for Hop began playing. Your son cheered loudly while your daughter stared at the screen with wide eyes. Over the last few years, watching the classic Easter movie has become a tradition for your family. Your small family curled up on the couch, the kids munching on a few pieces of chocolate while you and your husband sipped your coffee. Bradley leaned over and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Happy Easter, Honey.” Your husband whispered before he pulled away.

With a smile, you turned your head to him, eyes glancing over your family quickly. “Happy Easter, Bradley.” Your husband offered you a loving smile. His arm tightened around your shoulders as you turned your attention back to the little bunny on the screen. This was definitely one of the best Easters yet.

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theostrophywife · 2 years

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skinny dipping.

masterlist (azriel x reader) author's note: this is warm, fluffy, and entirely self indulgent for all my azriel girlies out there. please enjoy. warning: a bit of smut but mostly heartwarming fluff. summary: in the midst of montesere, you talk the shadowsinger into skinny dipping with you in a lake full of starlight.

The High Lord promised that the mission to Montesere would be an easy one.

As you trudge through the dark woods covered in grime and blood, you were beginning to think that you and Rhysand had two very different definitions of easy.

The task at hand seemed simple enough. Seduce the Prince and steal his supply of faebane. It was a pretty standard plan given your line of work as a spy in the Night Court. The only problem was that you hadn’t caught the royal’s eye — Azriel did.

However amusing it was to watch the shadowsinger navigate his way through the male’s advances during the ball, you busied yourself with finding the faebane while Azriel distracted the prince with his charm. You were successful in your task until you and Azriel reached the castle gates where a dozen sentries blocked the only exit. It took nearly an hour to cut through the prince’s guard.

Despite the fact that you were grossly outnumbered, you and Azriel managed to escape without a single scratch on either one of you.

After your narrow escape, you follow the shadowsinger further into the blood forest, stepping over the twisting vines of the crooked trees and watching the crimson leaves crumble underneath the heel of your boots. With your power expended from tonight’s altercation, you weren’t able to winnow out of the Continent, which meant that Azriel would have to fly you home.

In an effort to avoid being spotted, you needed to travel to the edge of Montesere before ascending to the skies. An hour had passed since you first started walking and there seemed to be no end to the dark woods. You yawn, stopping in place to shake out your weary limbs.

Beside you, Azriel halts underneath an oak tree as beams of moonlight bathes his handsome face with a silver glow. Not unlike your own armor, the shadowsinger’s leathers were soaked in blood and sticking to every hard plane of his toned body. Shadows twist through his dark wings and crowns him in glorious night as he turns around to face you.

“Are you alright, angel?” Concern floods his eyes while he carefully examines you.

You nod in return. “I’m fine. I just need a drink of water.”

“There should be a lake up ahead.”

Azriel holds out his hand and you gladly take it, lacing your fingers with his scarred ones. You gave him a gentle squeeze to remind him that you were completely comfortable with his touch. It had taken a while for him to even allow you to hold his hand so you made it a point to remind him that you recognized the privilege of his trust.

For some time now, you and Azriel have been teetering between friendship and something more. You’ve been in love with the shadowsinger for as long as you could remember and while you knew that Azriel reciprocated those feelings, you were also aware of his tendency to lean on the cautious side when it came to romantic relationships. You understood the hesitation that stemmed from the heartbreaking doubt that often skewed Azriel’s view of himself and you were more than willing to wait until he was ready to fully open himself up to you.

At the moment, you were content to savor the shy gazes and stolen kisses while you two explore the evolving nature of your relationship. Slowly but surely, you worked towards showing Azriel that you were here to stay. In all your centuries of knowing him, you knew that he was the type of male that would only be convinced by actions and not words.

Regardless, you were determined to show Azriel that you loved all of him completely. You saw every part of him - the good, the bad, the ugly, and none of it scared you.

A small smile graces that achingly beautiful face as the two of you walk hand in hand underneath the starry sky. Just beyond a grove of ancient oak trees, the forest parts into a clearing. In the middle of the grassy knoll, a crystal clear lake shimmers amidst the dark woods. You stroll by the banks before kneeling at the shore and dipping your hand into the glittering water. Starlight trickles through your fingertips and you beam in awe at the hidden wonder.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathe, smiling up at Azriel. “How did you find this place?”

The shadowsinger kneels beside you and spreads his long legs over the grass. “I came across this clearing on a mission years ago. When I first saw this lake, it actually reminded me of you.”

Through the soft light emitting from the serene water, you could make out the fond smile on Azriel’s face. You lean back on your arms, tilting your head to face him. “What could I possibly have in common with a lake, Az?” you ask teasingly.

He twines your fingers together, brushing his lips against your knuckles. “Because like you, this lake is full of starlight in a world surrounded by darkness. Even when this endless existence threatens to swallow me whole, you serve as a reminder that the light is just around the corner.”

At his sincere words, your heart soars. Azriel was looking at you with such tenderness in his eyes as if he could see into the very depths of your soul.

“I want you to know that I feel safe with you. You listen and you understand. You never try to push me even though I know that I can be frustrating sometimes,” he cups your cheek and you lean into his touch instinctively. “It’s still going to take some time for me to figure out why you chose to love me of all people, but I want you to know that I’ll work every day to be worthy of you.”

Tears prick your eyes as you meet that gentle gaze. “You don’t have to work for my love, Azriel. You’ve always deserved it.” Azriel presses his forehead against yours as he holds you closer. “It might take a while, but I don’t mind reminding you every day that you’re more than worthy of me.”

You were barely breathing as he cups your face. Azriel scans your features, searching for any sign of hesitation, but he only finds the same yearning twisting through his own heart at the sight of you. The shadowsinger beholds the plain and simple truth written all over your face. Your heart beats for Azriel and Azriel alone.

“I love you,” he says softly.

Those three little words, whispered by the love of your life underneath the cover of moonlight, was more than you could ever ask for.

You smile brightly. “I love you too, Azriel.”

“My heart, however torn and scarred it may be, is entirely and irrevocably yours, angel.”

Azriel closes the gap between you, those hazel eyes of his filling with shimmering hope as he savors the feel of you in his arms. Time slows as he brings his lips down to yours and kisses you gently. His mouth was soft and warm, tasting of mead and honey while his lips melded to yours.

You could’ve spent an eternity kissing Azriel, letting his tongue slide over yours in languid movements while your whole body leans into his touch. Fireworks erupt all over your body as Azriel pulls you flush against him. Your fingers tangle in his hair while he trails a burning path down the hollow of your throat, nipping at the soft skin just below your ear. The soft breathy moan that escapes from your lips makes the shadowsinger grin against your neck.

“Mine,” he declares as he leaves his mark all over your skin.

“Yours.” The entirety of your mind, body, and soul seemed to agree with the statement. There was no doubt about it - Azriel was the only one for you.

Despite the fact that there was barely a wisp of space between you, it still didn’t feel like enough. You craved for more of him. Tonight, you wanted all of Azriel.

As you pull away, Azriel groans in protest at the loss of your warmth. You grin, standing upright while you tug at his hand. He watches you curiously as you unlace your boots and kick them off to the side. Your leather trousers come off next and the shadowsinger chuckles as you wriggle out of them. He steadies your waist so that you can remove them with ease.

“What are you doing?”

You shrug nonchalantly. “Undressing.”

Azriel smirks. “I can see that, smartass. As much as I enjoy the view, would you care to fill me in on the plan?”

“I’m taking a dip in the lake,” you state as you discard the knives strapped around your waist. “You’re more than welcome to join me. I promise I don’t bite, unless you ask.”

The cheeky wink you sent his way was enough to convince Azriel. “You sound like Cassian.”

You raise an amused brow. “I’m undressing in front of you and you’re thinking of Cas?”

Azriel’s laughter strikes you like a bolt of lightning. “You’re absolutely right, angel. How terribly rude of me.”

With a wicked grin, you tug your shirt over your head and chuck it at Azriel’s chest. “I guess you’ll just have to find a way to make it up to me, Az.”

His loaded gaze burns right through you as Azriel begins taking off his clothes. While he was busy shrugging out of his shirt, you took the opportunity to toss aside your underclothes. Suddenly, you felt extremely conscious of Azriel seeing your naked form. To settle your nerves, you wade into the lake so you could find cover underneath the water.

The shadowsinger follows you soon after, watching as you shake out the mud and blood from your hair. In the middle of your scrubbing, he grabs your wrist and pulls you flush against him.

Underneath the glow of the full moon, Azriel looked absolutely beautiful. His dark hair fell in soft tendrils atop his cheekbones and grazed his full, pouty lips. You can't help the smile that curves at the corner of your lips, reaching out to swipe at a splatter of blood staining the shadowsinger's sharp jaw. Azriel’s eyes flutter close at your touch. He sighs in contentment, nuzzling into your hand.

“Hi,” you say softly.

Soft, hazel eyes appraise you tenderly. “Hi,” Azriel replies as his arm snakes around your waist.

Brushing the hair out of your face, he tilts your chin up so he can examine you from a better angle. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

You flush, smiling softly. “Not tonight, no.”

Azriel’s lips brush against your cheek. “You’re breathtaking, angel. An absolute dream.”

His fingertips trail a path down your torso, his light touch igniting the fire in your core while he traces a line through your collarbone all the way down to the curve of your hips as though he was committing your body to memory. You clamp your fingers onto his wrist, guiding his hand up to your breast.

Azriel inhales sharply as his eyes darken with desire. With his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, he looked utterly angelic. Completing the imagery, his dark wings flare behind him while he gazes down at you.

“Are you sure?” he asks so softly as though he was half expecting you to change your mind.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my immortal life, Azriel. I want all of you tonight.”

Azriel kisses you again with more hunger and passion, pausing briefly to hike your legs around his waist. You take the opportunity to admire his solid chest and the perfectly sculpted abs that flexed underneath your touch. It was honestly criminal to look this good while covered in grime and blood.

The shadowsinger takes his time with you, kissing and nipping at your skin and letting the desire for him build as he takes your bottom lip in between his teeth. You take turns scrubbing at each other’s skin until the both of you are clean and spotless. Starlight trickles down Azriel’s wings while he wades over to the shallow end of the lake with you latched onto his waist. With your back pressed against the smooth, pale rock behind you, Azriel pecks your cheek once more and positions you against him.

“I want to take my time with you,” he says as he brushes a dark tendril of hair behind your ear. From up close, you could make out the golden flecks smattering those warm hazel eyes. “I want to remember this night for the rest of my life.”

You smile, pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I do too, Az.”

Those powerful wings unfurl behind him, covering the both of you with the red and golden hues shimmering against his back. Azriel braces himself against your entrance, slowly pushing his length into you while he carefully watches your expression to ensure that he wasn’t hurting you. He shudders at how wet and ready you are for him, dropping his head down at the crook of your neck while placing a gentle kiss on your collarbone.

“Are you alright, baby?”

Azriel was only halfway in, but you could already feel your walls stretching to take all of him. The pressure of his length sliding into you uncoils in your lower belly, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. As you sink down lower into him, you could barely bite back the moan from crawling up your throat.

“Look at me, angel.” Azriel says as he cups your jaw in his hand. “Promise you’ll tell me if it gets to be too much, alright?”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. The sweet and gentle way he was looking at you told you that he’d stop at nothing to ensure that this experience would be nothing but pleasurable for you. This was the Azriel that you knew and loved.

“I promise.”

The husky moan that left his lips as your walls clench around his cock awakens a dizzying wave of pleasure to course through your body. You could tell that Azriel was trying his best to restrain himself and he attempts to anchor himself by gripping your hips so hard that you were sure the marks of his fingertips would leave bruises.

“Can I move, baby?”

“Gods, yes.”

Azriel snaps his hips into yours and the sensation was so heavenly, it had you arching off the pale stone. The water shimmers around you as the shadowsinger makes love to you, slowly pushing and pulling in and out of you while your moans echo in the clearing. His gaze never once leaves your face, examining the cries of pleasure you were making, reveling in the sight of you naked and bare before him, while you straddle his waist in desperation.

He loved seeing you like this, needy and desperate for him, knowing that no one else ever got to witness this side of you. Azriel was well aware that it was a privilege to love and be loved by you and he made sure to worship every inch of you to convey just how special it made him feel.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, latching his lips onto the sensitive spot just below your earlobe.

Your lips part and Azriel takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, tasting every inch of you while he guides your hips with his large hands. Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces and the pleasure of the gentle roll of your hips onto his length had you murmuring Azriel’s name into his neck.

“I love the way you moan my name,” Azriel says with a grin. “It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.”

You place a trail of kisses upon his neck, sucking lightly on his earlobe as you shamelessly moan his name again and again. “Azriel,” you drag out, tasting every syllable on your tongue as his thrusts pick up the pace.

Just like he promised, Azriel relishes every inch of you slowly. He savors every sound, every sensation, every bit of praise that falls from your lips.

“You are mine,” he says, fingers splayed out at the back of your neck possessively. “And I am yours.”

“Forever and always, Azriel,” you respond, lips parting in utter ecstasy as he grunts in approval.

Dropping his forehead down to yours, the shadowsinger ruts into you, hitting the right spots at just the right angle as your nails rake over his back. The growl he unleashes sets a fire in your core. You bounce on his cock impatiently, taking all of him in and out, your walls memorizing every ridge and curve of his length while you writhe in pleasure.

"Are you close, angel?" he breathes, barely hanging onto the sliver of restraint he had left. Azriel wanted to mark you, to have his scent seeping from every inch of your skin so that everyone would know who you belong to.

"So close, Az." You pull away, meeting his burning gaze with a satisfied smile. "I want us to come together."

Azriel growls his agreement, watching as you roll your hips into him, letting you control the tempo while you stare into each other's eyes. He moans your name sharply, head tilting back as your own walls tighten around him, signaling that your orgasm was fast approaching.

"Together," he says, dipping his forehead down to yours.

You nod and the sight of him unraveling underneath you nearly brings you to tears. Azriel was completely vulnerable, lips parted, eyes rolling back while his arousal fills you. He groans as you soak him with your own orgasm, gasping and panting while he kisses you again and again.

It’s only after the third time he makes you come when Azriel finally relents, wrapping you into his arms while the two of you lie back on the grassy knoll, fully dressed and warm as his wings shields you from the cold breeze.

“Should we start heading home?” you ask with a yawn, resting your head on Azriel’s shoulder.

The red and golden membrane shimmers at his back as his wings curve around you protectively. “In a second. I’m not ready for this night to end yet.”

You smile, placing a kiss at the nape of his neck. “Thank you, Azriel.”

His brow furrow in response. “For what, angel?”

“For showing me this place,” you start, gazing at the beautiful lake once again. “For opening up to me. For loving me. For…everything.”

The smile that spreads across his face tug at your heartstrings. It was the most breathtaking sight you’ve ever seen. “I love you angel,” he says again as he kisses your forehead. “Forever and always.”

You nuzzle into him, feeling like the luckiest female in the realm. “I love you too, Azriel. Forever and always.”

taglist: @cherryjain17, @moony-thoughts, @sporadicfestivaldragon, @i-opened-the-chamber-of-secrets

#this is so sweet i love soft az as much as dom az #WHEN WILL HE FIND LOVE SARAH JANET WHEN #azriel #acotar #azriel fic #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel fluff #azriel smut #acotar smut #masterlist #jess writes

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Sunsets Masterlist

Ghost: Rhaenys-centric, angst, angst and more angst.

Since the death of her mother Rhaenys had longed to go to her homeland. Elia Martell had spoken of her home so fondly that her daughter could not help but long for it, especially after her mother had left her.

You're On Your Own, Kid (You Always Have Been): Rhaenys-centric, Rhaenys Targaryen x Robb Stark.

Rhaenys never wanted to marry Robb Stark, but here she was; with the King and his men on her way North to pay for the sins of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark.

Right Where You Left Me: Rhaenys-centric, Rhaenys Targaryen x Robert Baratheon(political), angst.

Rhaegar's life is spared by the valiant intervention of Arthur Dayne, moments before Robert deals the fatal blow. With their lives preserved, Rhaegar and the remaining Targaryens seek refuge on Dragonstone, eventually making their escape to Essos. Regrettably, Rhaegar is forced to leave his eldest daughter behind. Left in the midst of her adversaries, Rhaenys grows up surrounded by those who view her as an enemy. As time passes, she becomes entangled in the treacherous game of thrones, particularly in the aftermath of Cersei and Jaime Lannister's public execution for their incestuous relationship. Caught in a web of schemes and deceit, Rhaenys finds herself compelled to employ similar tactics in order to ensure her own survival.

Sequel to Right Where You Left Me - Ptolemaea: Rhaenys-centric, angst, family drama.

Seventeen years have passed since Robert's rise to the throne, forcing Rhaegar and his kin into exile in Essos. Now, Rhaegar has journeyed back with a singular yearning in mind: to reclaim his daughter, Rhaenys. She had been held captive, first by Aerys Targaryen as a pawn against the Dornish, and then again by Robert Baratheon. However, Rhaegar's return unfolds in a manner he never foresaw. The longed-for reunion he had pictured is tempered by an unexpected chill. The reality before him dashes his hopes of a heartwarming reconnection. Enraged by her father's culpability in her king's and husband's deaths, and his seizing of the crown from her son, Rhaenys is resolved to seek retribution for the wrongs inflicted upon her, her children, and her mother.

Fires of Fate: ASOIAF/Silmarillion crossover, Rhaenys-centric.

In which after her death, the Gods of Old Valyria send Rhaenys Targaryen to the lands of Aman.

Baelon The Cruel And His Queen Of Love And Beauty: OC/Elia Martell, Elia Martell/Rhaegar Targaryen, crack.

Baelon Targaryen, the second-born son of King Aerys and Queen Rhaella, and the twin brother to Crown Prince Rhaegar, possessed an ethereal beauty expected of one with Valyrian blood. Yet, behind his captivating face, an aura of cruelty and ruthlessness lingered, casting an unsettling shadow over his reputation. And his sudden appearance at the Tourney at Harrenhal unknowingly changes everything. (or just a crack fic about Rhaegar's 'cruel' twin brother and his shenanigans at the famed Tourney at Harrenhal)

You Were My Crown(Now I'm In Exile): Elia-centric, Elia Martell/Rhaegar Targaryen, Elia Martell/Baelor Hightower.

Shortly following her death, Elia Martell is granted an unexpected opportunity for a new beginning. Armed with insight into her own future, she's resolute in evading the path she once walked. Yet, unbeknownst to her, one of the individual's implicated in her tragic end has also been granted a chance at redemption. Will Rhaegar Targaryen manage to rectify his past transgressions, or will he once again succumb to the labyrinth of his own thoughts?

We Fall Apart As It Gets Dark: Elia-centric, Elia Martell/Brandon Stark, Elia Martell/Rhaegar Targaryen.

The apparent abduction of Lyanna Stark sets off a chain of events: Brandon Stark and his allies march to the Red Keep, where Brandon demands Rhaegar's head. A duel is called by Aerys, and fire serves as his champion, leading to the death of Brandon's father and Brandon's own imprisonment. It's only after these events that a letter arrives at Winterfell, written by Lyanna herself, explaining that she left of her own accord. The deaths of the Lord of Winterfell and the Heir of the Eyrie, along with Aerys' demand for the heads of Robert and Ned, ignite a rebellion. Elia, isolated in Kings Landing without her children, must play her role as the dutiful wife. However, complications arise when the man who once demanded her husband’s head becomes her constant companion, the Kingsguard sworn to her. Will she stay true to her duty or follow her husband's example and forsake it?

Reckless: Elia-centric, Elia Martell/Rhaegar Targaryen, angst.

"Get out," she tells him. "Leave." "You're not going to talk to me?" His voice comes out hoarse; she wonders why. "You've done enough!" she lets out. He looks disappointed when she says it, his eyes clouding over. She almost apologizes for snapping at him. But she reminds herself that he shouldn't be here at all, he shouldn't be here with her. "Goodbye, Rhaegar," she says gently, not allowing any trace of emotion to surface in her voice. The name sounds foreign coming out of her mouth, as though it belongs to someone else. She wishes for the days to go back to before he met Lyanna. Before everything turned sour. Before it was too late. or Rhaegar returns to her but things are difficult now.

What Is Meant For You Will Stay: Rhaenys-centric, angst.

Rhaenys was gently shaken awake. The sheets beneath her rustled a bit as she moved, the night shift she wore rode up as she squirmed trying to get away from the callous hands that shook her awake. Her mind was foggy and disoriented as she stirred awake. Rhaenys sprung to life when her mind finally registered that someone was with her, in her chambers, late at night. Her eyes searched wildly in the darkness, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of the stranger. “A man does not wish to harm the Princess,” the voice came out in a low tone, almost like a faint whisper, “The Princess must remain calm,” the voice was masculine and Rhaenys felt the fear within her tremble. or Rhaegar flees to Essos with his family, though he leaves his daughter behind. Years later, he hires a faceless man to bring her to him.

#a song of ice and fire #elia martell #asoiaf #asoiaf fanfic #rhaenys daughter of rhaegar #house martell #rhaenys targaryen #rhaegar x elia #elia martell fic #masterlist #sunsets masterlist #rhaenys targaryen fic #rhaenys targaryen daughter of rhaegar

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angry-trashcan · 10 months

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Broken Promises

Part sixteen to Hair Holds Memories

Warnings: Canon typical violence, confronting an abuser, mentions of past abuse, reader uses they/them pronouns. Let me know if I missed anything.

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Your grandmother always warned you about fairies and fae-folk.

She would tell you that they were cunning, wicked tricksters. She would tell you that they would make you fall into their traps with beautiful eyes and heartwarming smiles. She would lecture you for leaving pies in the window for fear of luring one in with the sweet smell. But the one thing she would always reiterate was simple.

Never make a promise with a fae.

Hyrule laughed along with Legend and Time as he scooped more sugar into his already nearly thick water. The music was loud even from their corner in the pub. Warriors and Twilight were still being swung around in front of the band. Wind’s laughter was loud enough to carry across the large room, and the rest were busy in their own conversations and stories. Legend stood from his seat, the chair scrapping across wood.

“I’m going to get a refill. Either of you need anything?” He asked. Time held up his empty pint glass, asking for him to grab another for him. Hyrule held up his sugar water, taking a sip out of it.

“I’m good for now. Thanks, Lege.” Legend waved him off before disappearing into the busy pub.

Steady conversation fell between the two men that were left. “We didn’t get to do much when we were here last time. It’s a nice village.” Rulie noted, adjusting his falling flower crown.

Time nodded, “It is. They have nice traditions it seems.” He lifted a hand to his own crown, rubbing a pedal between his fingers. It came off, settling to his palm. He looked at it for a long moment before letting it fall to the ground.

“Maybe it’s strange to say, but I hope we get to stay for at least a while. We’ve been jumping a lot as of late.” Hyrule took a long drink before setting it back on the table, wrapping his hands around the cool glass.

“It’s not strange at all. We could all use a little break.”

“I guess when you put it that way it’s not so stran-“ Hyrule stopped talking.

There was a tug in his chest.

He caught his breath after a moment, looking around the room rapidly. Where were you? He stood his seat falling backwards as he did so.

“Traveler? What’s wrong?” Time asked, looking up to him.

He ignored him, trying to focus over all of the chaos around him. If he focused, he should be able to- there. Outside.

Another tug.

It felt like someone was grabbing his heart and squeezing. He took as deep of a breath as he could, getting away from the table. “I’ll be back.” He mumbled out to Time.

He pushed his way through the crowds and out the door, the cool night air brushing against him as he did. He looked to the street. Not two shops down, in the middle of the street, three figures were stood. You, Legend and someone he didn’t know.

It grabbed his heart again.

He hurried to you, coming up from behind the stranger, getting a better view of the scene as he did so. You were clinging onto Legend’s arm, tears pricking at your eyes. Legend’s face was one of pure hatred, something he had only seen during fights with the shadow. And the stranger, a man he realized, seemed rather unassuming. Standing a few feet away from the both of you, talking with his hands.

“It’s just been a while, Y/N. I thought we could catch up now that you’re back in town. No one knew what happened to you, you just disappeared.” The man spoke.

“They clearly don’t want to talk to you. So beat it.” Legend spat out, leaning forward with his words.

The man put his arms up, “I didn’t know you had a damn body guard now. What, you can’t use your own words?”

Hyrule came around your other side, startling you slightly before you breathed a slight sigh of relief. “What’s going on?” He asks quietly, placing a hand on your back.

“You have two? At least this one doesn’t look like it’s going to try to rip my neck out.”

“I wouldn’t have to try very hard, fucker.” Legend shot back, pulling towards him again. The tears fell over onto your cheeks as you looked to Hyrule.

He looked to his predecessor, “Legend, let’s get back to the pub and get everyone else. We can go back to the house. It’s late.”

“I’m not fucking going anywhere until this guy’s taken care of, Rulie. I’ve said it countless times before. As soon as we get back here and I find him, he’s dead. Why don’t you two go?” Legend’s eyes were staring straight ahead into the man’s.

The pieces finally clicked together. This was him. This was the man who would beat you. This was the man who would tell you pretty little lies to bring you back into his grasp. The reason for the bruises littering you when they first met you. This was Aldric.

Pull

Hyrule’s gaze fell a shade darker onto the man. “Y/N, why don’t you go get Time? We’ll stay here.” You looked to him, wide eyed.

“I-“

He tapped a finger onto your back, a gentle little nudge to go.

“I asked y’all not to do anything.” You whispered out.

“And we aren’t. We are just having a conversation. I think Time should join in on it too, is all.”

You didn’t believe that for a second. Nodding slowly, you detached yourself from Legend and walked behind him, going around and then towards the pub. Once you were out of grabbing range you ran as fast as you could the short distance.

You stumbled through the door, the band still playing loudly, Wind’s laugh echoing through the room. You beelined to the table in the corner. Time was still there, tapping his hand to the music. He looked up to you, his smile falling instantly when he saw your terror-struck face. He rose, coming to you.

His hand fell to your cheek, wiping away a tear. “What happened?” His eye searched your face.

“He- Lege- Rul-“ You couldn’t get the words out, tears coming faster.

“Take me to them.” He grabbed your hand, interlacing the fingers together before following you back the way you came. Once the two of you reached a gap in people, he scoped the pub, looking for another member of the chain. His gaze met Sky’s first. He tilted his head to the door, motioning for him to get everyone and come on. He followed you out the door and onto the street where the yelling was now louder.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Aldric argued.

Time glanced down at you, “Is that-“ Your muffled sob told him all he needed to know. The two of you came back around the group, avoiding letting you too close to Aldric. You stood behind Time as he stood between Legend and Hyrule.

“How many guard dogs do you have, Y/N?” He snapped out.

“My name is Time. I understand there’s some trouble.” Time crossed his arms. Even without his armor on he was quite the imposing character.

“There wasn’t trouble. I was just trying to catch up with my friend here.” You whimpered a bit at the use of the word before Aldric continued. “And then pink hair here started trying to bite.”

Legend narrowed his eyes as Time spoke again. “I understand. But you have to realize that Y/N here didn’t want to speak with you. I figure that’s fairly obvious from their reaction.”

“Yeah, because you lot aren’t letting them.”

Time tried not to scoff. “Right, that’s why.” He noticed out of the corner of his eye a few of the others making their way over. “I hate to cut this short, but we are going to be going.”

“We aren’t done here. I need to speak with Y/N.” Aldric’s words were short.

“Anything you have to say to them you can say to us instead.” Time countered. Wind and Sky reached them first, coming to stand near Legend.

“What’s going on here?” Sky asked, looking the new man up and down.

“I’ll explain later. For now, can you and Wind take Y/N home?” Time says.

Sky nods, coming to you and wrapping an arm around you, leading you around the group, Wind follows, watching the man.

Aldric watches as you walk close to him, you keep your head down, avoiding him.

“I said we aren’t done.” Aldric reached out, grabbing one of your wrists from your side. The gripping pain shot through your hand before you could pull away and back into Sky.

C H O K E

Hyrule’s arm burned as the second mark glowed red against his skin. Though he didn’t feel a thing. His eyes reflected the fire burning in his hands as he grabbed the back of Aldric’s shirt, throwing him to the ground.

“Hey, what the fu-“ He stopped once he met Hyrule’s face. Red, glowing veins inching their way up his cheeks towards his eyes as he walked towards him.

Hyrule could faintly hear his name being called from around him, but he couldn’t respond, he didn’t want to respond. Every fiber in his body burned with rage, fire and heat. The magic from the broken spell urging him on.

“Sky, Wind, get them out of here!” Time called out, hurrying to reach Hyrule. “Legend, come on help me with him!”

Legend stood in place, watching the scene unfold. “I say we let the fool die.”

Time hissed, reaching Rulie and grabbing his arm. He threw his hand back, a burn etched into it. “By the gods-“

“What the hell is goin’ on?!” Twilight shouted as he rushed over, the missing Link’s following after him.

“Hyrule broke some kind of spell and is trying to kill this guy. Help me.” Time explained.

“Who is this guy?” Four asked, running over to the scene.

“And why aren’t you doing shit, Vet?!” Warriors shouted back at him.

Hyrule grabbed Aldric’s leg, causing him to scream out in pain, a bubbling burn scared into him.

“Because that’s Aldric.” Legend stated.

Four froze, looking to Hyrule. His sleeve was up high enough that he could see that one of the marks was glowing bright red. “Kill him.” Shadow whispered in the back of his mind. His hands shook as he watched Hyrule grab the man by the neck and raise him from the ground.

Twilight went to grab Hyrule but much to the same problem Time had. “Gods be damned get me some rope!” He shouted to the group.

Four stood next to Legend, his eyes wide as Blue explained exactly how they should do it.

Wild found a rope and tossed it to Twilight. He tied it into a make shift lasso as fast as possible before throwing it over Hyrule. He pulled him with it, which caused him to drop Aldric’s throat. Aldric fell to the ground, coughing and struggling for air. Hyrule fell back, hitting the ground. Twilight kicked him onto his stomach before he could move and tied his arms and legs together, careful not to touch his skin.

The group looked to each other, then to the choking man on the ground.

“We really should kill you.” Warriors says, walking over to him and squatting down next to him. He grabbed a handful of his hair, forcing him to look up at him. “But we are under exclusive orders not to. But just know, if it was up to any of us, you would be pig food by now.” He spat in his face, pushing him over.

“What are we supposed to do about Rulie?” Wild asks the group.

“We can probably borrow a cart from someone for the night and put him in there. We can’t carry him. Anyone know anything about this weird spell?” Time spoke.

“I don’t know much.” Four’s voice was quiet. “But it shouldn’t last much longer. Maybe an hour I would assume.”

Time nodded, “Alright. Well then, I’m headed to the house to check on Y/N. You all handle this, I trust I can leave you to that.” He patted Warriors on the shoulder as he walked the opposite direction in the street.

(NEXT)

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imaginesofeverykind · 1 year

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Sun and Stars |A.T|

Aemond reflects on his memories of you as they lay you to rest.

WARNINGS: Death and Illness :CC

Words: 3k

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For as long as he remembered, you were always there. Many lived inside the walls of the castle, so many faces and names that could easily blur together but you… You had stood out to him. Daughter to a nobleman who had the gracious opportunity to sit on the Kings Small Council as the grandsire's Master of Coin. Your brother had been successfully indoctrinated into the kings guard with his quick reflexes, strength and swordsmanship.

He recalled the day you two had met, barely of age to not trip over ones own feet. You were in the Royal Gardens absolutely terrorizing the insects and native fauna that grew as you plucked the petals from the prettiest flowers and ground them up clumsily with a rock you found.

“For potion making!” You had exclaimed innocently to Aemond when he curiously asked what you were doing. He had been sulking, as he so often did at the hands of his cruel older brother when he saw you, unsullied by hate and badness unlike his own family. You were pure of heart, and it was a breath of fresh air for the young Prince to see someone with little to no bias toward him, toward life. It was heartwarming, through and through.

The two of you were quick friends from that moment, as you were excited to share your pointless ‘potion’ making with someone who wasn’t a handmaiden. You hadn’t even been aware that the boy you befriended hours before was one of the Crown Princes of all of Westeros, not until Ser Criston Cole had found the two of you covered in soil all the way up to your elbows and dirt smeared on eachothers face did you finally come to realize, Aemond was Prince to the Throne.

If he remembered correctly, you had quite a stern talking to that evening, following your garden shenanigans. But the smile on your face and the absolute delight behind your eyes never wavered, not once. He grew up hearing that his older half sister Rhaenyra was the ‘Realms Delight’, but to him, you were the realms delight.

The sun had never been so bright over Kings Landing, than when you were around to amplify it.

He recalls one of many fond memories, ones where the two of you sat under the garden arch, the many flowers that weaved and wound themselves around the trellis on each side. You had been reading one of many books from the Castles library, it astounded him.

Your Intelligence was remarkable for someone so young, he was sure that the book you had been reading out to him was far too complicated for even Aegon to read. But then again, his older brother was as dim as they came, even as they all got older. Intellect aside, his brother was as cruel as he was when the boys were younger, only now it was worse as his own nephews joined in.

You comforted him, plenty, when the boys were relentless with Aemond. It felt as though every opportunity they had, it was spent on tormenting the young Prince, what was he supposed to do? Take it? Especially when they would throw the low blows out, bringing you into their wicked afflictions toward him. A jest, he could take. A tease here and there even. But when it had been incessant belligerent claims involving you, it was where he wanted nothing more than to bite back.

“You’re upset, my Prince. What is it this time?” Your voice had always been sweet and calming, and never once had your tone shifted with him, no matter how dire things had gotten. Because that was the type of person you were, and not just to him. To everyone.

“I wish for my Brother to rot in all seven Hells.”

You had put a comforting hand on his shoulder before pulling him into a gentle hug. Affection was not common for the Prince, neither Queen Mother nor King ever comforted the young boy when the unsavory insults were thrown his way. But you, you had always offered him a shoulder to cry on, a gentle hug and would hold his hand.

“I know you don’t mean that, Aemond… Wishing death on someone is not nice, even if they are cruel and unkind.” You were the very opposite of his family, you were caring, sweet, kind and innocent. A light, a pure light of life that drew people to you like a warm and cozy fire.

“He deserves it.”

“Maybe so, but the gods will cast their judgment on him when the time comes.”

In the time you two grew up together, you had never been one for overtly pushing religion, but you always did say similar things like that. Talking about how one's actions may yield consequences later down the line. “A good man who does good things will receive good fortune. A bad man who does bad things will receive bad fortune,” he recalls you saying on many occasions.

And with those types of words, no matter how angry he might have been, he was always inclined to listen and despite his own shortcomings, would never stray from being a good person. If not for himself, then for you.

He gifted you many small trinkets and seemingly meaningless items, but the one that was special to you both were the lone stemmed Liliums he would place in front of your door every night before he retired to sleep, which you kept of course. You had an old journal with pressed liliums stuck to each page, representing each one he placed on his nights before slumber.

Liliums were your favourite after all. And you were his Lilium.

The day you fell sick was a day that he never forgot. You were sitting in the Godswood reading a book when he approached you, a sly grin on his lips and his eyes full of mischief. It was a rare day where his tormentors hadn’t uttered a word to him and he was feeling cheeky.

He snatched the book away from you, not in malice or disdain, but in benevolence while you looked at him with feign offense. Normally you were happy to fall to the whims of his little games, but the book had only just gotten good and you needed to know what was to happen next.

So you chased him.

Around the Godswood, through the Royal Gardens where you nearly tripped flat on your face thanks to the invasive Ivy that had begun to grow in the bushes of carnations.

You raced him up to the courtyard and you were quick, but he was quicker. Laughter tumbled from both of your lips when you circled back to the Godswood, detouring through the kitchen and disrupting the cooks unintentionally.

He didn’t know what was wrong, just that your laughter had ceased. When he had turned, your face was pale and your expression had dropped. Your eyes had met his, and you were scared, you knew something wasn’t right and it frightened you.

Your legs had given out beneath you, your chest was heaving as Aemond fell to your side in horror, not knowing what was happening and screamed for help.

The shrill cries of the Prince garnered the presence of most inhabitants of the castle, first to his aid was Ser Criston, and shortly followed by The Queen.

Both say that the Prince was so beside himself, he wouldn’t let you go, even as the trusted family's guard attempted to take you to the infirmary, his grip unwavered. You had long since passed out by this point but you were breathing, that in itself was a blessing.

Aemond shed many tears, begging for someone, anyone to help. He even called upon the gods for your wellness and recovery, he bargained with them, ‘she is a good person who does good things. She does not deserve this,’ he looked up to the ceiling as if his words could reach the Gods. But no one was there to hear his prayer.

Your eyesight had been the first thing to go. Even then, the warm smile you had and sweet demure had never faltered, not once. Still as sweet and as kind as you were before that day, Aemond never understood how you still had any delight left inside you all things considered.

No longer did you wear your expensive silks, you wore loose fitting comfy robes so that the Maesters could tend to your illness more efficiently. No longer did your hair represent the wealth of your family with intricate hairstyles and braids, it was unstyled and undone. And you were forbidden from going to the Royal Gardens, as the Masters feared the allergens could irritate your illness further.

This still never stopped you from sitting under the Godswood, enjoying the sun as it warmed your skin. A smile was always planted on your lips. Everyone looked on you with pity for your loss of sight, but not Aemond.

He read to you when he could, joining you under the Godswood with a different book every time he finished reading the last. And he still delivered a Lilium to you everyday, but this time he would tuck it behind your ear just to hear your small laugh as he did so.

Despite the distant and vacant look you now had, he still looked at your eyes, finding them as beautiful now as they were when he first befriended you.

“You used to walk so quietly… but you walk heavier now.” Your comment, innocent at best but had caught the young Prince off guard.

“How do you mean, my Lady?” Aemond feigned ignorance, the timbre in his voice gave it away. He was always lightfooted, but he never wanted to risk startling you so his footsteps became purposeful as he approached you always.

The same kind smile always present on your face had widened, “you must mistake me as a fool, my Prince… You needn’t step so steadfast because of my ailment…”

Your hand politely tapped the ground beside you at the base of the Godswood, inviting him to join you which he did without question. A book in his hand as he prepared to read to you a new story like he always had since things changed.

It was every day, you sat in the same spot under the tree for hours, simply basking quietly in your own company and enjoying the sun on your face as you focused on the sounds of the castle. It was also here where Aemond found you, freshly scarred in exchange for the Dragon he claimed.

He was ashamed to tell you of his mutilation, but excitement riddled him as he recalled to you the harrowing events of claiming Vhagar and nearly falling to his death as she tested his strength and grit.

“I can only imagine how reluctant your brother and nephews will be now that you have Vhagar on your side.” You had giggled, elated for your companion. It was far too overdue for Aemond to have his good deeds gifted, and you made sure to remind him of that often. He was a good person, and he would always be reminded by you.

Even when he didn’t feel like he was a good person, you had been there to remind him. For someone who could not see, you saw him for what he truly was.

When Aemond was with you, it was judgment free, peaceful and happy. You were radiant like the sun, and he vowed to do good by you because it would be an injustice if he didn’t. You uplifted him in ways that his own family failed at, and because of this, all he wanted was to protect you and shield you from the atrocities of life.

“How did we end up with one eye between the two of us,” you had laughed softly, a hand was brought up to his face as you felt the two month old wound on his face. He had been terrified to tell you of his maiming, but the minute you spoke he no longer feared you would treat him differently. No, you weren’t like the rest of them.

“I’m sorry… You truly did not deserve this.” You kissed his cheek, words as soft as your lips were on his skin. It was a night he would never forget.

“No… It is you who does not deserve this life… You are kind and sweet… It’s not fair.” His bottom lip trembled, and what he would give for you to see him one more time.

“If I dwell on my own despair, I fear I may cease to live at all. I still have the suns warmth to experience, the flowers to smell, life to hear and you to feel… This is not a life worth trading, my Prince. I still have plenty left to explore.”

You were good at being profound, he had no clue where it came from if it came from anywhere. But he at least understood that you were not stuck fretting for what could be or what was, but you were living peacefully despite your misfortune and that alone was priceless.

Since that moment you had continued to live peaceful, ignorant to the swells of war that surrounded Westeros and the castle, ignorant to every political discussion that edged the nation closer to displacement. But each passing day had you deteriorating more and more. It wasn’t long until simple walks outside became tiring as your body became weaker and weaker. You longed to feel the sun on your face as the days you spent bedridden only extended, and yet you still smiled. Every day.

It was your name day when Aemond escorted you with confidence outside the walls of the castle, he did have special permission from your father to do so. So long as he lied well enough to the Maesters.

The Prince had everyone believe that you two were to stroll the coastline together, so that your feet may feel the cold waters of the ocean and hear the waves crash. It was to the horror of your father and the Maesters when you returned to the castle with your hair askew and clothes smelling charred.

You had rode Vhagar with Aemond, and it was something that you would never forget. The wind in your hair, how quiet it was that high in the sky and how magical it was to hear the wondrous beast grumble and whine. There wasn’t a single shroud of doubt in Aemond to look after you, he had grown much taller and stronger over the years.

“Father with all due respect, Prince Aemond would never put me in danger — It's preposterous to believe he would start now…” Your voice was stern, yet still so light and sweet. There was no more scolding after you said what you needed to, who was your father to rob his sick daughter of fun on her name day, and so he let the Prince off with a stern look, which was returned by his sly smirk.

That night the two of you spent dinner out by the Godswood, as he read to you and fed you an assortment of sweets and fruit. You had played with his waist length hair and felt his face like you always did, enjoying how the curves of his face and contours felt under your hands. You could only imagine what he looked like, but for now he was a feeling, how he made you feel warm and safe, opposed to what he looked like. And that was special to you, as it was special to him.

Aemond recalls the last time the skies grayed with thick overcast, shielding the sun's warm touch from beaming down. It was when you first fell ill, all those years ago.

One look out the window soured the Prince's mood entirely, he became enraged. The first thing to hit the tiles with a bang was his dresser, the next things were the table and wine pitcher and glasses as they bounced and clattered, spilling all their contents on the floor. He didn’t need to leave his room, one look out the window alone was enough confirmation for him.

You died.

You were his delight, his Lilium, his Sun and Stars, and then you were gone. Dead. The world seemed to shift at this loss, the castle lost its vibrance, and the sun had shieded away behind the clouds more. You were everything that made him good and kind and pure, and now that you were gone he wasn’t sure he could be good and kind any longer.

It wasn’t fair. You were sweet, caring, loving… You never did a bad thing, only bent the rules, never broke them. You were pure of heart and embodied everything that was good in the world.

How was he supposed to go on, without you?

Your body was peaceful, and despite no more life inside you, your smile still prevailed. A content and happy smile. You lay still in the sept as those closest to you stood around to mourn, flowers had been woven into your hair, blending with the floral arrangements that bordered your body. Clasped into your hands loosely was a single Lilium Aemond placed so that even in death you may have a peace of him with you.

He hoped that in the afterlife you might find it in your heart, with all the kindness it holds, that you would forgive him. For he could not see that good deeds reward good fortune after he mourned the loss of a good person who didn’t deserve this end, and he no longer found the strength in him to be good or kind. His only reason for doing so was gone.

And he, along with you.

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Surprise Party !

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!! AUTHORS NOTES !!

Hehe >:) A littlebullet point fic of how the yugioh characters would react to their s/o throwing them a surprise party !! Gender neutral reader as always :)

P.2 will have , Ishizu Ishtar, Téa Gardner, Joey Wheeler, and Mai Valentine !!!

Characters ; Seto Kaiba, Yugi Mutou, Atemi / Yami Yugi, Ryou + Yami Bakura, Marik Ishtar

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Seto Kaiba

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Birthdays.. he didn’t really enjoy them. Not his own , anyways. When it came to yours and Mokuba’s, he found some enjoyment in them. You and his brother’s smile of glee healed his heart just a bit, knowing you two could have the things he never could in his childhood- and now- made him.. happy.

Though, he may not admit it. Not right away, anyways.

His birthday was like any other day, loaded with work. What could he expect? A break on his birthday when he was the head of a giant company? Not a chance. It hardly even crossed his mind that it was his birthday to begin with.

On his way home he may pick up a coffee as a little treat for himself, but other than that, the festivities are pretty much over before they even began.

“I’m ho-,”

“Surprise!” “Happy birthday big bro!”

Little did Kaiba know you and Mokuba had been planning a huge surprise party since his last birthday. His lips parted in as he stared at his now decorated living room and kitchen. Blue and silver ribons all over..

“Hm,” He hummed, a grin settling over his previous look of shock, “Not bad, for the world champion himself.”

He would never admit it, but this is the happiest moment of his life. He didnt have to though, as you could read him like a book. And he was acutely aware of this fact.

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Yugi Muto

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Yugi has always celebrated his birthday by bringing cupcakes to his class to share the joy. “It’s not as good if you’re celebrating by yourself!” was like his motto, or something.

Afterwards he may invite a few friends over to play Duel Monsters on this special occasion, just for fun of course. Though he didn’t expect you and Grandpa to pop out of the door with a “Happy Birthdayyy Yugiii!!” the moment he got home..! But, it was a pleasant surprise.

“You guys..,” He may tear up a little, “Woah..”

He’s more or less speechless at first, but he makes sure to show his gratitude through physical affection such and holding your hand and hugging you tight.

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Atem / Yami Yugi

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The pharaoh is rather used to celebrations of days such as his birth, or the anniversary of his crowning- it’s hard to ignore the public’s gratitude. But, he was used to it by now. Their weren’t a lot of surprises on days like these anymore.

He spends most of the day in his study writing down the past few major events on papyrus sheets. His ability to write out perfect hieroglyphic symbols still impressed you to this day, honestly.

When he had finally decided to put his quill down for the night he noticed the sounds of excited squealing from the pharaohs sleeping chambers. His dear Queen/King, what could you be up to now, he wondered? You were always warm and happy like the sun, he wondered if you ever could truly harbor hatred for another human.

As he stepped into the temples sleeping chambers he was immediately met with the sight of red and white lights illuminating the walls, and petals covering the ground. He wasnt very good at expressing it, but it made his heart flutter. Making his way to your shared qaurters .. wow.. before him was a heartwarming sight.

You, his lovely queen/king sitting in a pure satin laced night gown, holding out a cake to him. ‘I ♡ you Atem!’ was written across it with icing.

His lip trembled, it brought him such .. happiness that you found him this precious to you with no strings attached. He took the cake and nodded his head;

“Thank you, my- my dear..”

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Ryou Bakura

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Ryou had lived alone for quite a while, so.. on his birthdays, there was never anything to look forward to to begin with. Plus, what if he shared a birthday with someone else? He.. didn’t want to be a bother by bringing it up.

This is why none of his classmates ever batted an eye on his birthday; he never told them about it. But you..

Oh, he couldn’t hide a thing from you. In the end you had forced his birthday out of him- it turned out you were right. You shared your birthday.

On his way home from a tournament, he’s fully intent on buying you the best gift he can find! Stepping into your favorite little shop he immediately spots what he’s gonna get; a huge Hello Kitty plush that’s way bigger than either of you. Thank god the clerk running the check out was able to smush it down into one of their bags.

That would make it a much bigger surprise!

Opening the door to your apartment he’s greeted with the sweet smell of strawberry shortcake. Oh wow.. he was so lucky. If one thing was clear, you knew the way to his heart ; good, homemade food.

He made his way to the kitchen, the sight of presents piled on the table making him stop in his tracks. His cheeks flooded with a dark hue of red, brown eyes softening like a puppy begging for food. Could it be? Had .. you really done this all for him? On your birthday too? Oh.. oh wow.

He had never felt so loved.

The whole night was just like a dream come true- what he had always imagined real birthdays to be like! You’d both gotten presents from your friends, and you had gotten him a deck of all the rarest cards you could find.

“My fairy.. you shouldnt have..!”

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Yami Bakura / Thief King Bakura

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The entire day you were by his side, on such a special day that should have been celebrated for milenia.. he didnt want his pretty prince/princess wandering from him. Though the days prior you had set up a small ‘party’ in your home.

After cheering him on in a duel against some chump- who was it? Oh, right. Kaiba, who he obviously won against; you brought him back home, making sure to stop at little shops you both liked to buy him treats.

“C’mon Bakura!” You called, “I have a surprise!”

“Tsk, so eager. I never quite understood birthdays, anyways..”

He grumbled but followed en-suite. He had no such good memories of birthdays. His was hardly ever celebrated, instead that Pharaohs was what everyone gushed over. But no matter, back then he could have always just stolen himself any trinket he desired - it didn’t even need to be his stupid birthday.

As the two of you returned you took the pale hand of his host’s body and lead him inside. His eyes widened at the view.. so many sets of cards.. so many random trinkets, and a table set full of food, drinks, cake- everything.

“I knew there was a reason we were destined to be together, my Prince/Princess..”

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Marik Ishtar

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From his earliest memory of it, his birthday has always been a dreaded time in his life. One year closer to having to accept the ritual. And when that time finally arrived, his birthday had officially been deamed the worst day of the year. Somedays, he wished he had never been born at all.

It was no wonder it took him a good while to open up to you about his past, and even what day his birthday was. He wished he could just purge the day from the year. It would make everything much.. easier.

On the “special” day he had locked himself away in his room, hugging his pillow just- just waiting for it to be over. The memories he had to relive- the stinging from his tattoos.

But.. hearing your voice from outside he almost immediately shot up.

“My Prince, may I come in?..”

You were acutely aware of how hard this day was for him. But that’s why you wanted to give him some new, good memories of it. When he opened the door you brought him into your warm embrace, seeing the tears in his eyes broke your heart. He was.. comfortable being vulnerable around you. And that meant something- it meant a great deal to you. You hushed him softly, humming a sweet tune.

“I dont want to be seen like this.. come in.” He grumbled, “Not even Odion can see me cry anymore.”

The tan boy pulled you in, locking the door behind you two. He sat you down by his side on the edge of his bed. You watched with a small frown as he wiped the tears from his eyes and his sniffling nose.

“Marik.. I have a gift for you, my pharaoh.”

“What?..!.. Please dont- nno- dont do it to me again-..!”

Marik immediately pulled back, pulling his rod out as quick as he could. That look of fear in his eyes- you’d never seen it before. You shook your head, pulling out a small box.

“Please trust me, it’s something good.”

With your reassurance he lowered his gaurd just a bit.. but he was still weary. That was until you pulled- could it be? The Millenium.. the Millenium Eye from your little box. You held it out to him. He silently took it , rolling it around in his palms.

“Happy Birthday, my Prince.”

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