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miryum · 10 months

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Foundling Villa- Chapter 15

Royal!Charles Leclerc x Reader. Princess Y/n is arranged to marry Prince Charles. There will be many ups and downs that the author hasn’t planned out yet, but read along to find out more! (Yes, I know that sounds super cheesy) Warnings per chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!

Tag list: @notleclerc @sunsumonner @saturnsrinqs @livster @chonkybonky @eau-rougee @champomiel @justyouraverageeverydaysimp @multifandom-loser

Warnings: smut 18+ minors dni (p in v, nudity, f receiving oral and fingering, masturbation, unprotected sex) and swearing

This chapter can be skipped if you’re uncomfortable- no major plot points other than the smut will take place. (That’s why it’s literally just the smut)

Okay, I know I just posted a couple hours ago, but I had ideas for this chapter and I just had to write it and here we are... Hope you guys like it! 😁 😅

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Charles raised a brow. “Would you like to continue the wedding night?”

Your heart started beating a little quicker. “Lead the way.”

Charles scooped you up and carried you over the threshold of your room. You laughed loudly, hitting him lightly in the chest. “What?” he winked. ”I have to make up for what we missed.” You rolled your eyes, a fluttering erupting in your stomach.

Charles set you gently on the bed, pressing kisses down your collarbone. You pulled his face back towards yours, needing to feel his lips. Charles discarded his shirt, hissing at the cut along his arm. You stilled. “Are you sure we should be doing this? You’re hurt, Charles.”

He shook his head. “I wouldn’t stop this for all the riches in the land. It’s just a small graze. Nothing I can’t handle.”

Your hesitations were cut off with another kiss. Shrugging your robe off, you were desperate to get rid of the layers separating you and Charles. Already, you could feel heat spread along your body, circulating at the bottom of your stomach.

Your husband helped you take off your sleepwear and soon you lay to him bear, save your underwear. “Beautiful, cherié. Simply gorgeous,” Charles uttered, taking you in.

You ran your hands down his chest, feeling the muscles and curves that you had the sole pleasure of exploring. “I could say the same to you.”

“May I take care of you?” Charles whispered. You nodded in reply, not trusting your voice.

Charles’ mouth trailed down your body, mumbling worships and reverence. He paused at one of your breasts, glancing up at you before taking it in his mouth and swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud. You gasped as he pulled at it softly, the feeling of his teeth unexpected. He repeated the action with your other breast, putting as much care and love as he had the first.

More open-mouthed kisses trailed down your stomach stopping right above your underwear. “Y/n, are you sure? I need you to be positive you want this.”

“I want this, Charlie,” you insisted. “Honestly, your need for consent is making you more attractive.”

Charles chuckled, eyes darkening. “Call me that again.”

“What?” Your lips curved into a smile. “Charlie?” Charles groaned, hips jerking forward, desperate for friction. A spark ignited in your chest, now knowing the power you held over him. “Or… would you like me to call you… My Prince?”

“Cherié,” Charles warned, lifting an eyebrow. “Be careful. You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Show me.”

A moan filled the room, Charles’ head falling back. You admired the curve in his neck. “As you wish, my wife.”

His fingers curled around your underwear, tugging it off. You felt the cold air hit your bare skin and Charles murmured in appreciation, hands gracing over your hips.

“Please, Charles.”

“Anything you want, cherié.” Charles slowly swept a finger up between your folds. You whined, wanting more. “So wet for me, hm?” Charles muttered, “so ready for me.”

His finger smoothed a faint circle over your clit and you begged, “Please, Charles, please!”

“No, princess, that’s not my name.” Charles shook his head, growing hard at the sight underneath him.

“Fine,” you conceded. “Charlie, please touch me.”

“There we go.” Charles went and licked a stripe around your bundle of nerves, moving down to tease your hole. You gasped at the sudden contact, hips bucking because you needed more.

Charles continued to suck along your clit and you grabbed at his hair, tugging slightly. Charles let out a moan that vibrated along your folds and your breaths became shallower as you felt your heart rate pick up. Your walls clenched around nothing and you said, “Ch- Charlie, I think I’m almost there!”

You started to complain as Charles moved away from you, wanting the feeling of his mouth back. “Not yet,” he said. “I want you to come around me.” You realised what he meant when he started undoing his pants.

During your wedding night, you had been too embarrassed and shy to look Charles in the eye when he was handling his cock. But now, Charles lifted your chin up to meet his gaze. “Do you want me to continue?”

“Yes,” you licked your lips and Charles’ gaze was drawn to it. “But shouldn’t I return the pleasure?”

Charles’ chuckled. “Y/n, you don’t have to ‘return the favour’. Today is about you. And besides, if you truly want to, you can take charge next time.”

Next time. A promise. It made you smile.

You let out a desperate sound as Charles’ tip brushed your entrance. It didn’t hurt as much as last time, but adjusting to his size still stung a bit. He waited until your hips started rocking against his to match your pace. He could barely hold back a groan as he increased the speed. Using one hand to grip the headboard, Charles thrusted deeply into you, making you moan. You inhaled sharply when you felt his other hand glide down to your clit and start rubbing small circles onto the bundle of nerves. You cried out and your walls clenched around him.

“Shit, Y/n, I don’t know how much longer I can go if you keep doing that,” Charles sucked in a breath.

“Charlie, I think I’m about to come!” You felt the tight coil of pleasure in you build up, finally snapping, and you came around Charles. His breathing became irregular and his hips jerked back and forth. You could tell he was on the verge of joining you in ecstasy. You reached up and placed a kiss right under his ear, gently sucking on the tender spot. Charles shivered and let out a loud moan and with one last thrust, he filled you up.

Slowly, he pulled back from you, panting. Your chest rose and fell and you tried to calm your heart. Charles didn’t pull back immediately, instead, he rested his head upon your shoulder.

“I- I liked that a lot better than before,” you commented.

He let out a chuckle, dragging a finger along your jaw. “You’ll get to experience it whenever you want, cherié.”

Instead of agreeing, you simply said, “I love you.”

“And I love hearing you say that,” Charles kissed your cheek. “I love you too, my princess.”

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didiflowers · 3 months

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Natsu-go-round!!

#my art #fairy tail #natsu dragneel #gajeel redfox #sting eucliffe #rogue cheney #levy mcgarden #fairy tail oc #mizumi navarre #children playing are one of my favorite things to draw #they're so dynamic!!!!#this is for a oc story that I have #Foundlings AU #I'm gonna be calling it that for now

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puppetmaster13u · 3 months

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I am so tempted to draw/write a cryptid batfam. But also star wars crossover.

Cryptid mandalorian batfam. With wings. Idk I think they deserve to go Creachur.

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fwtcanimelover · 1 year

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Order 66 au

Where most of the Jedi survive order 66 because the Mandalorians get a heads up about order 66 and decides to adopt the Jedi. It starts off with just wanting to adopt the younglings. Then it escalates to adopting the padawans and the younglings, then the knights, then they wanted to adopt the masters for some reason, and you can't forget to adopt the temple guards, so before they know it they've adopted the entire Jedi order. The Mandalorians' adoption senses just keep on increasing and become stronger during order 66. It ends up becoming a competition to see who can adopt the most amount of Jedi. So the temple still looks the same with it being on fire, but there is a huge swam of Mandalorians coming in to surprise adopt a jedi, then coming out with as many jedi as they can carry. Yes they really did adopt Master Yoda.

The Kaminioans had a feeling that Palpatine was going to betray them, so instead of the inhibitor chips making the clones kill the jedi, it gives a strong boost to their Mandalorian instinct to adopt, so basically they adopt the jedi instead of killing them. So when order 66 is issued they adopt the first jedi they see. Obi wan was confused when his men started to shout "adopt the jedi", then even more confused when he is called a foundling.

Or if both scenarios are happening at once, it could be a competition between the clones and the Mandalorians to see who can adopt the most amount of jedi. The bad batch also joins in, they are confused as to why Crosshair wants to adopt the padawan so bad, but they decide to adopt the padawan too, Caleb Dume is now their son, Omega gets a space wizard brother and is happy that they too got a jedi. Depa got adopted by her squad.

Palpatine is confused and is fuming. He has even more trouble in the senate because the senators want to adopt the jedi too, where's their space wizard? They want one too! Then it gets even more problematic because republic citizens also want to adopt jedi. Instead of order 66 being called the purge, it was called the great adoption. Also Padme doesn't die.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #padme amidala #jedi #jedi order #Mandalorians #clone troopers #star wars: the clone wars #revenge of the sith #order 66 #star wars crack #au #adoption #master yoda #caleb dume #jedi younglings #foundlings #bad batch

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bonefall · 7 months

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Sorry if I've missed something, but how is Hollylark a nature spirit?

It started as a joke and then I thought it was too interesting to not chase. Fallenleaf, having very little control over her powers, sneezed and Cinderheart got pregnant.

There was one kitten born, looking like a clone of xeir mother. Cinderheart excitedly named the child Hollykit; Bramblestar eventually tried to invoke the image of a lark protected by fierce holly leaves.

Hollylark is the weakest example of a nature spirit in all of BB so far, because xey were made of wholecloth essentially.

Star Flower = Formed from an ancient, localized indicator species totally unique to the Lake, driven extinct by the destruction of Hollyleaf's Century

Brokenstar = Formed from the love and meaning SkyClan invested in the 5th tree of what is now Fourtrees, driven to manifest by their exile

Hollylark = Oops-a-baby

#Spirituality overhauls #An earlier draft made Snap and Fly part of this litter too but I moved away from it #I like them more as foundlings Toad and Lion adopted #I think it's cool they just exist out there.#Better bones au #Hollylark #Dovewing seeing them getting the hell away from her dad and givinf them a thumbs up lmao

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radioactivepeasant · 6 months

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Halloween Fic: Prologue

(This angsty little bit actually happens month before the story itself, but it's very important worldbuilding for the story. When the whole thing is done, it'll be published on AO3 as a two-chapter whole)

"This one's temperature is too high."

Damas frowned down at the pallet beside the vast Precursor statue that loomed over the dais. The survivor he'd tracked the beacon to that morning in the desert lay there, unresponsive to the whispered chanting and cooling packs of the monks. He'd been shocked to discover that what he'd taken for a young soldier was barely more than a child under the sweat and grime embedded in his pores. By the size of the bones standing out just a little too visibly against the Unclaimed's skin, and the teeth they could count, Brother Rhys reckoned the boy could be no more than three and a half lustrums: seventeen at the oldest.

Seventeen was just barely old enough for the Trials, and that was just the high estimate of the stranger's age. That complicated the usual procedures of dealing with newcomers to Spargus. If he survived -- and at the moment it wasn't looking terribly likely -- and it turned out he was younger than seventeen, some kind of arrangement would have to be made for a child-Unclaimed.

"Do you not have cooling packs?" Damas asked, gesturing to the boy and the two animals that had been found with him.

"They are inadequate, my lord," Rhys answered. "Our supplies were greatly depleted after a failed expedition of several acolytes to the Great Volcano."

Was that all? The king of the Wastelanders turned away with a dismissive gesture.

"Then keep his body submerged until his core temperature stabilizes. I have questions for this one."

Silence followed the command. When Damas turned, the monks were watching him with conflicted expressions. He frowned and paced to the edge of the dais.

"Well?" he demanded.

Another monk, lower in rank than Brother Rhys, made a pacifying gesture and said apologetically, "We cannot, my lord. It is improper."

The king curled his lip at them. "Oh? Tell me, when did it become improper to render aid to a child?"

Rhys raised a hand, silently forbidding his companion from speaking further. He bowed his head.

"He is an Unclaimed, sire. Only those who brought the Unclaimed into your city may give them the rites of Water and First Breath, by law."

His meaning was clear: if Damas wanted to this one to live, he had to deal with it himself.

But there was a problem.

The monks would not treat submersion as an emergency medical treatment. They were rigid and uncompromising in the arena of new citizens. No matter what Damas said, if the Unclaimed was submerged, even to lower his temperature, they would record it as the rite of First Breath. But the rite of First Breath was reserved for those who had earned their first amulet in the Arena; those who understood the laws of Spargus and chose to stay, sponsored by their Finders, would use the ritual to move from Unclaimed to Foundling in the city census, gaining the same legal status as any child born within the walls.

This Unclaimed would die long before he had the chance to test his mettle in the ring if his temperature was not brought down, and soon. But without that amulet, if he were to step out of line later, he would not be the only one held accountable.

Damas took one last look at the limp form, and -- with a fairly imprecatory prayer under his breath to the Six Patrons of eco -- he made up his mind.

The king tossed aside his staff with an echoing clash of metal against stone. The monks twitched, and the guards at the lift jumped. Damas ignored them. He stormed down the steps of the dais and grabbed the skinny boy's arm. For a moment, he was thrown off by the texture of scars swirling across the skin like silvery fractals. More questions without answers. He shook away his curiosity and dragged the Unclaimed from the pallet and down to the edge of the pools. The orange creature raised its head and let out a choked cry -- it likely thought he was going to harm its human.

This wasn't going to help its opinion.

Damas stepped down into the water and hauled the Unclaimed bodily in after him. Frustration boiled under his skin, making his movements rough and brusque as he pushed the boy down under the surface and held him there.

The Six were mocking him.

You couldn't handle a toddler. Try again, maybe you can keep track of one big enough to protect himself? Try try again, Damas. Try and fail again.

The frustration bubbled up into his throat and tasted of bitterness.

He hadn’t asked for this.

He didn't want another child. He wanted his son. He wanted Mar.

But he knew in his heart that he was far too stubborn to let this one die.

One of the newer guards watched, and realized soon enough that the boy was awake, yet he did not struggle.

"This one is too weak, sire," he sneered, looking down with contempt, "Let the waters claim him."

And perhaps it would have been the merciful thing to do.

But Damas hated being told what to do.

And Damas had always been the kind of man who refused to admit defeat.

The boy's body would realize it needed air soon enough, surely. Any moment now.

Usually candidates are fully lucid during this rite for a reason....

Two seconds passed. Then five. Nine. At eleven seconds, the boy's eyelids twitched like he was going to open them. Good.

"Push," Damas whispered, stubbornly willing him to fight, "Push, whelp."

The Unclaimed's body tensed as if in response and one hand slowly, ever so slowly, rose to break the surface as if he'd just realized he was underwater. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open -- horribly, familiarly blue -- and his fingers snatched at whatever he could reach, clawing weakly at Damas’s arm.

It was enough.

Damas yanked him up out of the water by the collar of his mutilated tunic and the boy coughed out a mouthful of water. There would be no going back after this. The second they'd entered the water, the Unclaimed -- the Foundling's -- fate was bound irrevocably to Damas’s.

Grimly, and as quickly as was socially acceptable, Damas recited the words that would make the ritual binding -- and would add one more duty to his endless litany of tasks.

"Take your first breath, child of the wastes. By this birth and the hands that bore you, you belong to the people of Spargus."

"To the king of Spargus," the second monk softly corrected him, cutting off the rest of the words traditionally spoken as the young man sucked in a desperate gasp of air. "It is you who has chosen to forego the First Trial to give him his birth-by-water early. His fate is solely in your hands, my lord."

Damas snarled softly. "There was no need for it to be so," he reproached.

Emotionlessly, he hauled the Foundling from the pools and dropped him back onto the pallet.

"Heal him."

"Of course, my lord," the monk murmured. "As he is now part of your household, do you consent to the use of city eco to treat your Foundling?"

"Don't call him that." Damas turned away to retrieve his staff.

"It is what he is," Rhys observed placidly. "As you are his Finder-"

"I didn't ask to find the whelp," Damas hissed, "None of you were going to give him his rites!"

He marched past his throne, towards the exit of the chamber, stonefaced.

"Put him back in the water until one of you returns with the eco. Inform me if he recovers."

Between the monks, Jak lay on the pallet and stared at the ceiling with wide, glassy eyes.

If anyone had been paying attention, they would have seen his pupils dilate unnaturally wide.

#fic prompts #writing prompts #jak and daxter #jus sanguinis fic #dadmas #king damas #jak and daxter au #worldbuilding #i needed to post this one first so the vocab in Jus Sanguinis with foundlings and finders will make sense #but also this scene actually ends up being very important later #reluctant dad Damas #he warms up to Jak when Jak disregards age restrictions and enters the Arena anyway #the guard guy and some like-minded Wastelanders comment sometimes that Jak is too weak to be a Wastelander. that he's better off a servant #Damas and Jak bond out of spite for those people tbh #until the Arena Incident. Then things get a little tense. And then the main story happens.#halloween fic

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starboundanon · 7 months

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The recent ask about Foundling Luke and your answer gave me a visceral need for a De-Aged Luke being fiercely protected by Artoo 😭 I'm just saying but in your WIP where both Luke and Vader are De-Aged i can see Artoo being ambivalent about Vader because it's Friend Ani but it's also Enemy Vader so he settles with Must Protect Little Angel (Luke) as a compromise and goes from helping Vader to mend things and all to purposefully fucking him over at the drop of a hat😭 i just need my favorite disaster husbands (namely Artoo and Threepio) to be given some love too

- 7 AM Anon, just as excited about all your other WIPs as I am with SotF

Rest assured, my friend, if protective Artoo is where your heart is, both the Mando Foundling au and the deaged!Luke & Vader au will be right up your alley. ☺️

#more so in the deaged!Luke & Vader au ‘cause. yk. Anakin’s all Sithy #but we’ll certainly get moments of it in mando foundling au too #although lbr #Din tolerates it much worse than Anakin/Vader lmao #grumpy droid hating dad meets fiesty sunshine droid loving son #that’s it that’s the fic summary #herbie asks

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ravenxbones · 1 year

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alright alright alright normally i wouldn’t post this but i actually think the sketch looks pretty okay & i’m excited about this concept! my gf @todreamsweetofme pitched the idea of a mandalorians au and it was just too intriguing for me NOT to try my hand at it…keep an eye out for the inked and colored versions coming soon 👀

#danger days #ttlotfk #killjoys california #party poison #fun ghoul #kobra kid #jet star #mandalorian au #ummm so they’re all a clan! together!! and the girl is their foundling :)#their signet is a loth cat with mousekat markings on its cheeks :3 #my prof is making us post three times a week for class participation on our art socials so you’re probably going to be seeing a lot more of #me than you want to in the next ten weeks 🤪

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xxlittle0birdxx · 8 months

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WIP: Obi-Wan raising Luke

The ambient noise of the palace didn't penetrate this deeply underground. Obi-wan had a hazy memory of Satine making a rough sketch of traditional Mandalorian homes, and the center chamber that would have been the site of a clan's last stand. New Mandalorian architecture had eschewed this sort of feature. Instead, they designed buildings that were the complete opposite of this round and windowless room. Luke had fallen asleep almost as soon as their dinner plates had been cleared away, his head pillowed on Obi-wan's thigh. Obi-wan didn't blame him. He had struggled a little with acclimating to the press of so many people around them. It seemed to overwhelm the boy at times. But here, in the karyai, the thick walls muffled the presence of others. The tension knotting Luke's shoulders eased almost from the moment Korkie closed the door behind them.

Bo-Katan watched him stroke Luke's hair for a moment, then murmured, 'You could stay here, you know.' She sipped her shig, without taking her eyes off him.

Obi-wan picked up his own shig, inhaling the citrus-infused steam. Dozens of past memories assaulted him, but he managed to sip it without betraying his inner turmoil by so much as a trembling hand. 'To what purpose?' he asked. 'Sell the boy and me to the Empire in order to take their attention away from you and your attempts to undermine and overthrow Gar Saxon?'

Bo-Katan snorted. 'Cynical, much?' She shook her head. 'No. You would become a member of clan Kryze.' She looked down at her interlaced hands. 'It’s what she would want.'

Obi-wan blinked the sudden sting from his eyes. 'I thank you,' he replied in a hoarse voice, 'but I wouldn't want to bring the Empire down on your heads by hiding here.' The corner of his mouth quirked up. 'I'm still wanted, you know.'

'Obi-wan Kenobi, maybe, but not Ben Kryze,' Korkie said.

Obi-wan's wry grin turned into a rueful smile. 'Yes, but I still have Obi-wan Kenobi's face.'

Korkie shared a pleading look with his aunt. She sat back with a sigh and gave him a single reluctant nod. 'You can wear my great-great-grandfather's armor. It belonged to my mother’s maternal grandfather. You can reforge it. Make it yours. You would never have to remove your helmet outside the palace, should you choose.'

His naked longing was almost too much to bear. Obi-wan allowed himself a brief moment to consider it. He could come to know his son, a joyous reminder of Satine. Proof that she had once walked on this earth. He could give Luke a family. He would grow surrounded by love and affection. He knew beyond all certainty that, should the occasion arise, Korkie would protect Luke. It was part of the Mandalorian Creed. But Obi-wan had witnessed the lengths the Empire would go to in order to find him. And if they found him, they would find Luke. He couldn’t in good conscience subject Mandalore to the Empire’s tender mercies. They had suffered enough as it was. 'This is an extraordinarily generous offer. If I only had to think of myself, I would accept it immediately. As it is…' He tilted his head toward Luke.

'You think we wouldn't care for your son as well?' Bo-Katan scoffed. 'He's a foundling. No foundling ever goes neglected on Mandalore.' A smirk twisted her mouth. 'This is the way.'

'It isn't that.' Obi-wan tucked the edge of the blanket around Luke's shoulders. 'He may not be my biological son, but we do share a similar trait.'

'Jetii?' Korkie asked.

Obi-wan nodded 'Yes. He will be.'

Bo-Katan snorted louder. 'You should let it die. What has it done but brought anyone a lifetime of pain?'

'Auntie!' Korkie hissed.

'Satine and I…' Obi-wan pinched the bridge of his nose. 'We…' He inhaled, and found a spot on the ceiling on which to focus until his emotions were once more under his control. 'We understood the consequences of our choices.' He met Bo-Katan's disconcertingly direct gaze. 'Even until the very end.' He brushed a lock of Luke’s hair away from his forehead. ‘Just as I’m fully aware of the consequences of this life. I won’t put anyone else in danger.’

#obi wan kenobi #luke skywalker #bo katan kryze #korkie kryze #au star wars #obi wan raising luke #korkie is a kenobi #visiting mandalore #paying respects to satine #kalevala #kryze family home #can you call a castle a home?#foundlings #star wars au fic #star wars fan fiction #post star wars revenge of the sith #work in progress #meant to post this yesterday

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blackat-t7t · 1 year

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I'm glad people are vibing with daddy kink Dogma

That was an idea that came to me when I was rotating my young-mandalor-Jango-gets-time-traveled-to-the-clone-wars AU in my head. Every time I poke at it, I end up shipping him with someone else. There are at least 4 versions now.

Anyway, in this version Jango is on Kamino planning how he's going to help end the war so he can take his whole clan of clones back to Mandalore, and he visits the clones that are in prison and hears Dogma's story about Umbara and Krell

And Jango's like "when this is over I'm going to get you some therapy"

While Dogma is like "please pet my hair and call me a good boy while I warm your cock, buir, sir"

#other versions include: jango/fox jango/mace and jango/original clone characters in a squad he leads #i'm sure i could also do a jangobi version but tbh i'm not as invested in that ship for this au #if anyone's curious #the basic plot always involves young jango appearing on geonosis with no clue what's happening #then grabbing boba off the battlefield and fucking off #he adopts boba as a foundling #he wants to learn more about the clones so he pretends to be a clone that got left behind as missing-presumed-dead #and insinuates himself into mace's battalion to learn more about both the clones and the man who killed older-him #it splits into different spin-offs from there #clone trooper dogma #clonecest #jango/clones #daddy kink cw #questionable trauma coping mechanisms #young jango timetravels to the clone wars au #a blackat-t7t original #blackat-t7t's rambles and ficlets

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miryum · 10 months

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Foundling Villa- Chapter 14

Tag list: @notleclerc @sunsumonner @saturnsrinqs @livster @chonkybonky @eau-rougee @champomiel @justyouraverageeverydaysimp @multifandom-loser

Warnings: Swearing, uhhhh talk of war and..... FLUFF (aka kissing and YAY we’re finally getting somewhere!!!!)

ao3 link next chapter>>

A loud banging awoke you suddenly. You bolted upright, breaths coming irregularly. “What’s happening?!” Your covers tangled around your feet and you kicked them away.

“My lady!” Sara burst into the room. “Lord Jules is requesting your presence right away!”

The clanging continued and you wanted to cover your ears. “What is that?”

“Warning bells.” Sara helped you pull on your robe. “They’re sounding from every village.”

“Why?”

“Princess, I’m not at liberty to disclose that. Lord Jules will explain everything. Please, you need to go downstairs!” Sara practically pushed you down the hall and towards the steps.

It had been three weeks since you first arrived at Schumacher Estate. You had spent your time writing letters to Charles and Prince Verstappen and conversing with Jules and Pierre. As it turns out, Jules had hilarious stories about Charles as a child and all the antics he had gotten up to. Jules also had insights into the tensions between Redull and Enza and you spent many a meal grilling him on all he knew. Jules laughed at your concerns and assured you everything would be alright. He had turned into a much needed calming presence in your life.

When you weren’t arguing with Pierre, sharing tea with Jules, or writing to your husband, you were put riding with Lando. It helped take your mind off anxieties that plagued your mind and Lando commented on your quick learning.

“Steward Jules,” you bent at the waist, quickly righting yourself. “I was told- Charles?!” Across the room, there stood your husband. His clothes were in tatters and his hair was ruffled, dirt smeared on his face. Blood speckled his clothing and a gash tore through his bicep.

A look of shock crossed his face as you barrelled into him, clutching him tightly. After a moment, he carefully wrapped his arms around you. Charles felt you nestle into him. He paused for a moment, waiting for you to break away. But you didn’t. He took the opportunity to hug you back, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He didn’t know when he'd have the chance to hug you like this again. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes. I was worried about you. And I missed you.” You stepped back, becoming aware of the other people in the room. Jules hid his smile. “What are you doing here? And why do you look so… dishevelled?” You wiped some of the dirt from his forehead. Charles made a face and jokingly pushed your hand away.

Pierre laughed. “That’s a nice way of saying you look like a piece of shit.”

“Pierre,” Jules reprimanded him. It was then that the men remembered what they gathered for. The tension grew insurmountably and tense looks were thrown around. “Now is not the time. Charles, please continue.” It was then you realised that Charles had demanded you to be in the room before his announcement.

“Enza is at war.”

It seemed as if all faded away as Charles explained how Redull troops had stormed the Enza palace and taken Lorenzo prisoner. He explained how he had barely escaped, having to fight off half a dozen men just to get to the stables and find a horse. He explained how he saw his friends and subjects fall in a haze of blood.

He explained how Williams forces fought alongside Redull.

“Y/n? Cherié?” Charles stepped towards you, cupping a hand along your cheek. “What’s wrong?”

“I- I can fix this, I promise! If I can just talk to my parents they’ll have to see- I mean they can’t just- but what of our alliance?” You shook your head and extracted yourself from Charles’ embrace.

Jules gripped Pierre’s forearm and whispered something to him. Pierre nodded, stoic for once, and followed Jules out of the room. You barely registered their exchange.

“Y/n,” Charles sighed and hung his head. “We- Enza doesn’t have an alliance with Williams anymore. I’m sorry to tell you.”

“What?” You felt your world slipping out from under you. Charles led you to a couch where your legs folded under you and you collapsed. “But how could they…? They promised. They signed a treaty, Charles!”

“I know,” Charles sat down next to you. He had his hands clutched in his lap and you desperately wanted them to be holding you- comforting you.

“Don’t they know the consequences?”

“They don’t care, Y/n. They have Redull to back them up. I… I don’t know if we have the resources to fight them.”

“But Enza is one of the most powerful kingdoms.” You felt your love for your home kingdom slipping away. Instead, it was replaced by love for your husband’s home. Enza, and its people, had welcomed you with open arms and only wanted to see you happy and comfortable. Williams had done none of those things.

“But how can we be powerful without the people?” Charles’ voice started to grow. He stood up and started pacing. Mindlessly, he ripped off his sleeve and wound it around his hurt arm. “Y/n, if you’d seen what I’d seen, you wouldn’t think a simple conversation with your parents could solve anything. I- I don’t know if my mother is alive or where they’re taking my brothers.” His voice cracked. “Helpless and innocent servants were slaughtered just trying to protect me. This cannot be settled over a cup of tea. Enza must fight back, but with what?” It was like he was having a conversation with himself. “They rampaged the villages before the castle. If they haven’t killed the knights by now, they will soon. It’ll take days before reinforcements and allies can come to our aid, and by then, Enza will be split between Redull and Williams. How they managed to get through Wolff and Haas without conflict is beyond me. I’ll have Jules send word to our allies and demand they meet here. It’s the only safe house we have left. Laren and Tauri are on our side, and hopefully Wolff and Haas. But without Williams…” he trailed off, glancing at you.

You were curled into yourself, still in your nightclothes. Your breathing was erratic and shallow. Your gaze was fixed on the opposite wall. And betrayal was written on your face. While Charles studied you, you slowly looked up to meet his eye. “Charles, what does this mean for us?”

It was not the question he was expecting.

“What do you mean, cherié?”

“We were the ones holding the treaty together. But now, with it null and void, what does that mean for us? For our marriage?” Charles hated the uncertainty in your voice, but he hated the sadness even more. The desperation.

“Y/n, I didn’t want to tell you, but because the alliance is broken, so could our marriage be. If you wish, you could return to Williams and be free of my name.” Charles couldn’t look you in the eye.

“You knew about this?” Your lips parted in shock as you stood to meet his stance.

“Yes,” he admitted. “I’ve known for three weeks.” His breath hitched, yet his voice continued to rise. “But I couldn’t bring myself to tell you-”

“Why?” You demanded, “Charles, this decides our future and I would think I should be a part of that! Why couldn’t you tell me?!”

“Because I love you!” Charles cried. “Because I love you and I couldn’t lose you.”

Oh.

“Charlie…” At the same time, it was as if your heart broke, yet filled with love. The hopelessness that rang out through Charles’ words was quickly masked by their meaning. “You love me?”

“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” Charles chuckled awkwardly. He looked up to find you in front of him, hand hovering over his cheek. He wanted nothing more for you to close the distance and touch him. If you did, Charles was content staying in your touch as the rest of the world burned around him. He just needed you.

“I think it was when you showed up at the Foundling Villa for the first time?” You shrugged, looking embarrassed. “Or maybe during our carriage rides? I’m not sure.”

“What are you talking about?” Charles frowned, a loose smile on his lips. You decided that you liked the soft curve of his lips and the brown flecks in his green eyes.

“I’m trying to figure out when I fell in love with you.” You shrugged, finally letting your hand settle into his face. Your thumb brushed along his cheekbone.

Charles’ eyes fluttered shut and his breath was shaky, but his smile grew. “I like that. Wait, you… you love me too?” You nodded. “I- I never thought you would love me.”

“Neither did I,” you confessed.

Charles chuckled. “You called me Charlie. I like that.”

A deep aching filled your chest and you finally had a name for it: love that was so strong you could feel it in your bones. Little did you know, Charles was feeling the same way. “Can I kiss you?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“You don’t have to ask, cherié.” Charles smirked and you didn’t realise he could get even more attractive.

The kiss was chaste at first, but when Charles placed a hand on your waist, pulling you against him, it deepened. You wrapped your arms around Charles’ neck, desperate to feel more of him. With a laugh, he pulled away, pressing kisses along your neck. You joined him in quiet laughter as he started gently nibbling along your collarbone. You tried to hold back a moan when he ran his tongue over a mark that was sure to show in the morning. “Don’t hold back on me, cherié,” Charles’ chuckles rumbled through his chest. Heat flushed through your body.

“Wha- what of the war?” you asked. Your eyes closed as Charles started sucking on a new spot.

“Jules will- hmm, send out the letters. There is little we can do until then.”

“I guess you’re right,” you conceded.

Charles raised a brow. “Would you like to continue the wedding night?”

Your heart started beating a little quicker. “Lead the way.”

😁 😘 You’ll have to wait until the next chapter!

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Can you do an application for Skelebar?

Sure, here is Skelebar's Application even though she would have been born around the time the barrier was taken down.

Name: Skelebar Raven Foundling.

Known Aliases: One of Hannah's shadows, One of Hannah's Juniors, Skelapirate, the Shadow pirate, the key keeper, the monster, the freak, the Shadow freak, the Shadow monster, Skelebar Hook, and the jumping Shadow.

Those are all terrible Aliases.

Shut up, Levine. No one asked you.

I'll shut up when you pick better aliases.

Those are the only aliases I have! I can't just make one up!

Why not?

Because Hannie said to be honest!

Honest is boring.

At least I'm writing my own application, unlike SOME people!

I was TWO! I couldn't write yet!

That's no excuse!

You are nuts...

Nicknames or Other: Skelly, sis, Skel, Skeleybar, jumping skelly, 'ebar, and Ske.

Reeeeeeaaaal creative there, sis.

Oh you're one to talk LEVI.

Hey I didn't pick my nickname!

Niether did I but you actually go by yours!

Don't call me out!

Date of Birth or Best Guess: 7 years ago. My adoption day is September 2nd.

You could have just wrote September 2nd.

Will you shut up?

Guys, the captain said to stop arguing on your application.

Shut up, Ike!

Yeah, mind your own beeswax!

Place of Birth: Idk.

What's idk mean?

I don't know. Why are you still here?

Find, you didn't have to be rude. I'll go ask Hannah!

She just told you want it meant, dummy.

I'm telling Hannah you're being mean!

No wait--

Finally, they're gone!

Favorite Color: Pink, Blue, and purple.

Favorite Activity: Drawing, jump roping, tea parties, playing with my dollies, being read to, doing stunts on my bike, and riding my bike.

Favorite School Subject: Artist and thieves.

Father's Name (or alias): I don't know. Can I just say Haul Bjorgman?

Mother's Name (or alias): I don't know. Can I just say Hannah Hook?

Oooo you put Hannah and Haul as your parents! I'm telling!

Oh not you again. And I don't know why you're telling when you see them as parents too! Even Fiona does to an extent and she's only 4 years younger than them!

... good point.. wait you still do stunts on your bike? Didn't Hannah tell you not to do that?

....No?...

Ooo you so do! I'm telling!

Do it and I'll tell her how you misplaced Atlas that one time!

You wouldn't!

I would and you know it!

Fine...

Father's Profession: Prince. Circus performer. Musican.

Mother's Profession: Pirate. Circus performer. Writer.

Who is your favorite of the first wave of VKs? There is no wrong answer.

Look at who I put down as my mother and take a guess...

Oooo sassy.

What did I ever do to get stuck with you as a brother?

In your own words, tell us why you want to come to Auradon. There is no wrong answer.

Because Hannah and Haul want me to go to school there, and not in Arendelle or on the isle cause it will do me some good apparently.

Signature:

Skelebar Foundling.

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