#happi bday green prince

[bucknastysbabe]

✾ Happy Bday To A Sweet Lil Kit Named Liv ✾

Therefore I present to you:

♕ The Brother F**king Incest Spectacular ♕

For u bb @fairysluna

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW: incest, non/con|||dub/con, degrading language, bastard hating, DAERON IS AGED UP!!!!Greens won AU, Jace’s sister reader, gang bang, so much Incest, cunnilingus, sloppy seconds, double penetration, oral sex, pnv!sex, erotic crying, humiliation, Daeron is actually scared but likes her so they run off and be happy duh, Aemond and Aegon are Insane, multiple orgasms, rough sex, m/m/m/f, Jace is broken, why is there kinda angst? Idk

A/N: I don’t tend to lean toward non-con but the brother fucking incest spectacular had been brewed so read the warnings!

“Little Lord Strong,” Aemond sneered from the lofty bed, looking down with a haughty look on his sharp features. Jace squirmed and hissed at the one-eyed prick. His dear sister was pinned between Aemond’s lean legs, face red and teary.

Daeron was quiet, a terrified look on his face as he watched the scene.

Aegon, ever the deviant, palmed himself through his breeches, other hand petting Jace’s poor sister’s hair. He was grinning wildly, violet eyes fervent with glee. He giggled as his younger brother prattled on. Aemond cocked his head towards his siblings and said, “Well. You know what they say about bastards. Lustful, devious sort. I bet she’ll open up like a Lyseni pillow girl.”

Jace barked, “Fuck you! All of you are the deviants! Defiling my maiden sister for what?”

Aegon snorted, “She’s a lovely vixen, we won and you didn’t. Therefore we get our war prizes. Wanted to see what your cunt of a mother was so infatuated by a house as shite as the Strongs.” Jace grimaced and squirmed under his bindings, chest aching at the mention of his true father. The one who had taught him to be a man. He didn’t feel much like one.

Aegon yanked back her hair and got a good look at doe brown eyes, watery with tears, lips swollen more-so than usual. She pled, “Please, please, I cannot help being o-of this nature. Have mercy my king, have mercy!” The giddiness of Aegon’s face morphed into anger.

He hissed in her face, spittle flying, “Did your lovely mother and the rogue cunt give my children mercy?”

She wailed in sorrow, apologizing for something she had nothing to do with. Aemond was wielding the Valyrian ceremonial knife, pointing it towards Jacaerys. He sniffed, “Yes, Lord Strong, was there mercy when your dead brother took my eye, slaughtered my kin, set the kingdom aflame for a seat that belonged to us trueborn?”

Jacaerys remained silent, fidgeting in his bonds, trying to find a way out. There was murder and kinslaying on both sides. The bastard thought he was justified for little Luke. Jace was angry and humiliated. Tears fell down his darkened cheeks. Daeron spoke up, a soft lilt to the youngest brother’s tone.

“You won’t get out of those. Learned the best knots down on the docks of Oldtown. Best if you just sat back and let it get on with. Customary,” he nervously looked to the elder blondes, “Customary right?”

Aegon popped up from his spewing of vitriol, laughing as he reached for more Arbor Red, “Yes, darling Daeron, customary to make sure any dragon blood gets more seed. We have to repopulate. Sorry you must get the leftover bitch as wife.”

Aemond shrugged, “She’s pretty. Had a Strong bitch in Harrenhal, witchy sort, but couldn’t trust a wench that played with magicks.” He began to take off his loose blouse, exposing pale scarred skin, lean and toned. Daeron was stockier, like Aegon but if the eldest didn’t overindulge. The king was a juxtaposition of tight burns and soft overfed flesh. Never a warrior, Jace knew that much.

Jace watched in agony as the boys divested their clothing. He sister wept and shook on the mattress, begging Daeron now. The youngest looked guilty, mouthing, “I’m sorry.” Aegon smacked the Prince from behind the head and chided, “This is your whore for tonight. Quit being the pansy.”

Daeron grumbled back, staring with flushed cheeks. Aemond pulled her ass up roughly, spreading tanned thighs, shapely from dragon riding. Jacaerys howled, “You accursed demon!” The one-eye hummed, “I’ve heard worse, Strong. Enjoy the show.”

Aegon was at full mast, eagerly stroking his thick cock, “As the king I get to fuck those pretty lips,” he smirked, “Aemond you can get her cunt. Daeron it’s either her ass or wait your turn. Feel her up a little, I don’t know.” Daeron’s lilac eyes bounced around the scene, pupils blowing at her gorgeous body, full breasts hanging below, obscene lips covered in drool.

“Go on Daeron, she’s drier than the Boneway,” Aemond frowned. Jace could hand the bastard that, he couldn’t bear to watch her be torn to shreds. Daeron’s body came closer to hers, a calloused hand tentatively rubbing her soft skin, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. She relaxed a smidgeon, nervous eyes peeking around. The brunette had pretty lashes.

The daring himself murmured, “I shan’t treat you like this my lady, we’ll go back to Old Town. J-just feel me and the sensations. Please. Please.”

She whimpered quietly at Daeron engaged her in a gentle kiss, his hand finally coming to knead and tweak her pretty tits. “This isn’t amateur hour, back off, acting like Florian and Jonquil.” Aeg snatched her jaw and ordered, “Open, bastard whore.” She did so, shaking as Aegon dropped his spit into her mouth, easing his thick cockhead into the warm opening.

“That’s better, fuck,” Aegon moaned, eyes lolled. Aemond waited patiently, while he grinned at Jace. He mused, “So easy, so pliable. That’s why your mother liked it. Wanted to control everything, the bitch.” Jace gritted back, “Your mother was a stone cold bitch and we all knew it!”

The Velaryon fumed with anger, eyes flickering to where Aegon was moaning with delight, Daeron caressing and kissing on her smooth skin. His cheeks reddened at where his thoughts were going. Merely a Targaryen instinct— inclination for the blood.

Daeron’s insistent kissing and licking had the princess biting off whines around Aegon’s cock. The king laughed, “Ah, there she is, little slut loves it after all.” Aemond played with her other entrance, feeling wetness begin to gather and dribble delightfully. He backed up and motioned towards the youngest.

“Actually, I want her wetter. Use your tongue Daeron.” Aegon giggled with glee at the idea, Jace groaned, and Daeron swallowed heavily.

He shuffled to her slit, pale eyes boggled at her most private part. His thumb slid through the moistened entrance, cock jumping in surprise. Daeron held up his thumb and suckled the essence off, eyelashes fluttering as he moaned.

“She taste s-sweet, hm?,” Aegon panted. He wouldn’t last long. Never did by all rumors and accounts. The slick noises of her mouth and Aegon’s lurid chattering was making Daeron grow impossibly hot under his skin. He grabbed handfuls of her pert ass and licked at her pretty petals, grinding into the bed.

“Seven hells— the mouth on this one!,” he giggled, “Lick at that bud Daeron, raa-right at the top, make her squeal and slick up.” The youngest did so, suckling on the hooded bud above her opening, inhaling her perfect natural scent. She squirmed and shook, crying out around Aegon. Daeron didn’t stop, intoxicated by his beautiful niece’s noises. She arched her back helplessly, whining.

Aegon gasped and pulled at her thick brown locks, shoving his cock deep into her throat— met with no resistance. He threw his short curls back, belly bouncing, lips agape. The king cried out, “Fuuuuck yess!” Jace saw his uncle’s balls draw tight and he emptied down her once pristine throat. He closed his eyes and whimpered, willing away the indecent thoughts. He could hear her coughing in the background.

Aegon, fuck dumb and lazy, pillowed himself back. He halfassedly gestured for Aemond to have her mouth. The lean man smirked as having her from this angle meant he could torture Jacaerys more. Daeron was busy exploring her, sticking fingers in and lapping excitedly.

“Slow down, you’ll blow before you get your cock in her cunny,” Aegon snorted.

Aemond easily got access, the Princess obediently opening her mouth, eyes far away and hazy. Cum was still wetting her chin, mixed with drool. Aemond wiped it away with the nearest cloth, finding a distaste to be so close to Aegon’s glob of spend. He tilted her head up so the taller Targaryen could ease his long cock down her throat.

“Stick your dick in already, she’s wetter than the Greenblood,” Aegon snapped, greedily gulping wine. He shouted, “Isn’t this just wonderful Jace! Maybe we’ll cut your cock off and make you a handmaiden to this lovely girl.” Jace whimpered, utterly broken and confused. He was so hard it hurt, yet everything disgusted him.

Daeron held his cock, lilac eyes focused on her hole, dipping the tip in, before getting shoved further by one of her frantic hands. Aemond laughed, “Mm! She likes you. We’ll all have to take a test filling her cunt up. Make sure the seed takes.”

The youngest brother’s vision grew blurry as he registered the delicious feeling surrounding his cock. It was better than anything he had tried on himself. She was warm, tight, and pulsing around Daeron’s member. He gripped her hips and fucked wildly, groaning and panting her name.

“Should have taken his virgin ass to the brothels in Old Town when we visited.”

“All the more fun, two little virgins, isn’t that right Lord Strong?,” Aemond jabbed in glee. Jace let out an agonized moan, his balls aching and full. His sister’s gorgeous cries and debauched frame was making him feel insane. Aegon’s nonsensical laugh broke through the haze, making Jace more ashamed…more aroused.

Daeron panted and laid kisses up her back, breathlessly praising, “Oh you feel so good, tell me what to do, please?” Aemond, snapping his hips into the Velaryon’s mouth jeered, “Listen to what the wretch had to say, touch her button.”

Aegon slurred, already stroking his cock again, “When she comes, s’like heaven, milking ya’ cock.”

Daeron reached around to settle between them, circling around her swollen nub, feeling her cunt pulse and hearing excited keening. He pinched and pulled harder, the cries turning into little whimpers as she drew tighter and tighter around him. Daeron felt his eyes crossing at the pressure, fucking harder in a last effort.

Aemond pinched a bouncing teat of hers and ordered, “Come now, Strong slut. Serve your superiors.” He pulled out and watched the scene, on his haunches. The brunette was wailing and crying Daeron’s name. “Oh Gods please, don’t stop, f-fa-feels s’good! What’s- oh my- happening?”

Jace never wished he could be freed more than now, eyes glued to her twitching body, plump lips shining in the dull light. His cock was leaking profusely, needing an outlet for his swollen sac. Daeron gasped as she gushed all over his cock, sniveling and sucking in breath. Tears leaked down her gorgeous face.

The youngest Targaryen just sat in a daze, her throbbing pussy hitting him with wave of wave of ecstasy, his cock unloading all he could have carried into her womb. He selfishly hoped his seed would take, so that his wife’s child was truly his. He kissed and rubbed on her until Aegon cast him aside, laughing, “My turn, lover boy.”

Daeron’s eyes flickered to Jace, whining softly with a red face. His cock had soaked the front of his small clothes, huge member swollen and needy. Gods, the depravity. He absently wondered if the girl was supposed to be Jace’s if it weren’t for the twins.

Aegon was a lazy fuck, making the girl get on top of him and ride and ride until her shaky legs gave out. The king smacked her ass roughly, barking, “You can do better than that with all that dragon riding. Lazy whore.” She whimpered and bounced harder, squeezing Aegon’s soft midsection tight. He moaned, “Soooo much better. Good little bitch.”

He filled her up next with a sloppy finish, leaving some on her belly and legs, proposing, “Since Jace is so needy, we should make him clean her up.” Aemond seemed to love that idea, eagerly fucking her into the soft bed, her legs thrown high up his long body.

He bit and sucked a collar of markings around her neck, snarling, “You belong to us now, no black, no-ngh, fucking greens, just the Targaryens.” She whimpered, “Yes, yes, I belong to you, the rightful family.” Aemond smacked her around some more, around the ass and thighs. He pumped with long strokes, powerful and measured.

Daeron was taking notes. Because she was heaving and clawing his shoulders, mewling when he’d plunge into her ruined cunt. Blood had already dried on the bed. Aegon crawled over and pointed her wet eyes to Jace.

“You want brother dearest to clean you up after? Lick your sore cunny up, coddle you? Or Daeron?”

She scrunched her face up, obviously distressed. Jace whined pathetically, “Sister, sister please, let me, let me?” He was humping the air now, utterly broken and debauched. Aemond smacked her cheek none-to-hard and smarted, “Your king asked you a question!”

She wailed out, “Both! Need both! Gods please! Mmmm!” Aemond’s one eye rolled up at her releasing yet again. She still had some in her, coating his long cock with the gorgeous essence. The long haired prince pumped her for the final time full of his cum, slapping her ass another time for good measure. She shivered and cried, Daeron already to the rescue.

Who knew such a powerful fighter had such a weak heart. Aegon laid back like a cat who got the cream, watching Jacaerys sob and shiver. He’d cum. The evidence was sticky and soaking his small clothes. The princess took one look and begged, “C-can he join? Lick me up like you said my liege?”

Aegon shrugged, “Aemond and I will watch for safety. Can’t believe Lord Strong came in his small clothes watching his sister get fucked by the enemies. I thought we were fucked up.”

“Like you’ll do shite you oaf,” Aemond muttered as he slit the ropes binding Jace. The brunette stumbled to his sister, squatting between her soaked cunt. It was still a bit stretched, puffy and oozing copious amounts of ‘dragonseed’. He began to cry in shame as he cleaned her up.

Daeron softly murmured, “I’ll take good care of her, you’ve been good. So good.” Jace blushed and kept licking, eating up his sister’s sighs of pleasure, Daeron’s long fingers in his dark hair. What a fucking mess this was.

Aegon and Aemond merely laughed like devilish imps. Sadists. “Oh she’ll take the seed alright, she better or we do this again,” he tapped his chin, “We can’t taint her bastardized blood further, so just licking cunny for you dear nephew.”

#hotd fanfic #hotd smut #READ TAGS PLS #velaryon reader #jacaerys x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #Daeron targaryen x reader

[little-peril-stories]

🌈 ROYGBIV Tag Game

Rules: Search your your writing for the colours of the rainbow and post the excerpt.

I wasn't tagged in this. But I wanted to do it. :) so I’m posting it for my bday. Happy birthday to me 🎉🍰🌈

open tag ✨

RED - The Court of Rogues

I’m standing now, drawing a blade down her perfect skin, watching redness well up where the knife slices into her flesh.

ORANGE - The Prince of Thieves

Gusting wind, stronger than before, kicks up a tornado of leaves, recently fallen and vibrant against the slowly dying grass. I watch them swirl, frantically at first and then lazily, like orange and yellow snowflakes, until they fall and coat the ground again.

YELLOW - The Queen of Lies

Of course it was worth it, the thief told the voice, even though there was nobody in the world who would believe him if he said those words out loud. But he had gifted Hatchett a bloody nose when he tried to run, and that was something. There was still an ugly bruise on the constable’s ugly face, yellow like rancid butter, and the thief seized a tiny piece of glee and satisfaction every time he saw it.

GREEN - The Queen of Lies

Hazel eyes, red-rimmed and heavy-lidded and watery and glazed, locked onto hers, and Breanna’s heart shuddered and stopped. What a peculiar colour were those eyes—a mix of green and gold, staring at her from a dirt-streaked face dusted with freckles. As his eyes closed again and his head fell forward, a shock of red-brown hair tumbled over his face, and she could see nothing but the sickening crimson canvas of his back.

BLUE - The Court of Rogues

It’s the sunset over the lake, painted in blues and purples and reds and pinks and oranges, forming a gentle gradient of looming night to the sun’s farewell glow. Deep greens for the trees along the shore, laden with leaves in the height of summer. The very rocks, it seems, upon which we now sit.

INDIGO DARK BLUE - The Prince of Thieves

A ragged breath catches in my chest. They’re dragging someone in. A girl—a girl? Good god, it’s her—that girl. They’re leading her down the corridor, the pale cotton of her dress blinding against the dark blue of their uniforms as she stumbles along.

VIOLET - The Prince of Thieves

I never had much chance to go walking around in the woods, but the more I imagine it, the more he seems to belong in the picture. He walks easily, unhurried and unhurt, reaching curious hands to brush the bark of an oak, the silk of a fern, the blush of a violet. Intact clothes, unspoiled by blood and grime, skin clean and free of a single bruise. I bet that hair practically glows red when the sun hits it just right. Especially in the light of sunset, when the sky turns to pink and orange flame.

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[autisticmao]

GENRE: fluff

FEATURED: subaru!! (again. because subamao is my otp tbh.)

WARNINGS: none.

PROMPT: (once again) subamao wear matching onesies.

WORD COUNT: 397

i haven't slept in over 30 hours, and this is all i could come up with... :( Happy bday to the sweet prince mao himself, though! spend the day with your boyf, you silly mango!

"You want me to wear... a onesie?"

"Yeah! It's for our sleepover, plus we could be matching again!"

"I don't know... isn't it too warm this season to wear such things?"

"Sally!" The orange haired teenager whined, "please? You're my last hope! Hokke and Ukke have already rejected in wearing them - or coming to the sleepover at this point!"

Isara shook his head side to side, "that's because they're busy with other jobs. You'd really expect Hokuto to wear a onesie whilst he's overseas planning things with his parents? Or Makoto whilst he's gone back to doing some photo shoots at these given hours?"

He watches as Akehoshi's facial features form from one expression and slowly halfway to another. He brings one hand up, "actually don't answer that! I know what you're going to say," Isara then pauses for a moment. His kelly green eyes blinked and then focused onto the piled up fabric in Akehoshi's hold. His mouth twitches in thought and then meets the others' eyes.

The field reaches for the sky.

A small sigh of defeat then leaves in between the thin gap of his lips, "I suppose... I could wear something like this just for the night."

Isara then feels himself stumble off his feet and almost falling to the floor with Akehoshi flinging his arms over Isara's shoulders, wrapping him in a hug of excitement. Akehoshi's grip was tight - extremely tight, breath-breaking. "Thank you, Sally! I knew I could count on you~!"

...

"Out of all you picked... it was a unicorn onesie, Subaru?"

"Yeah! Unicorns are awesome! They are so shiny and magnificent!"

"Didn't you think it was a bit weird to go into the shop just to buy a unicorn onesie, though?" Isara, once standing in the doorway of the room, walked further inside and towards the settee, seeing Akehoshi just about switch the television screen on from besides him, letting the television screen from in front of the duo to fade into liveliness.

"...No?"

Isara just shrugs the thought off, settling himself further into the settee besides Akehoshi, noticing that Akehoshi was also wearing the same onesie in him, but where his was a pastel pink, Akehoshi's was a pastel orange.

"Alright then - what are we watching, by the way?"

"There is this new show out! Ukke recommended it to me the other night. It's about a prince-like guy who..."

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars game #ensemble stars trickstar #enstars #oneshot #mao isara #fanfic #isara centric #cross posted on ao3 #cross posted on wattpad #subaru akehoshi #subamao

[xxsycamore]

𝐵𝐼𝑅𝒯𝐻𝒟𝒜𝒴 𝐹𝒪𝑅 𝒯𝒲𝒪

A/N: Happy Birthday, dear @queengiuliettafirstlady !! This is my gift for you, a person who not only happens to share a birthday with her ikepri best boy, but also is just as big of a sunshine as him. I've already sent all my wishes to you, but I want to tell you once again that you're one of the nicest, strongest, most loving, most creative people I know - I LOVE YOU JULIE!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! ❤❤❤🎉🎉🎉

luke randolph x reader (who shares the same bday as him)

rating: G

tags: Surprise Birthday Party, Birthday cakes, fluff, humor, featuring also Leon, Yves, Jin as well as the other princes!

wordcount: 1,482

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It's a new day in Rhodolite and you welcome it with a lazy yawn, stretching out the luxurious 9 hours of sleep from your well-rested muscles. You snuggle closer to your boyfriend Luke, caressing him gently in order to wake him up.

You've been told by Leon to go into the garden first thing in the morning today… Well, judging from the position of the sun which is seeping in warm rays through the window's curtains, it's a little before noon already. But, you're sure the ever-so-thoughtful Leon has already taken Luke's laziness into consideration. And, just because it is highly contagious, your own as well.

The mass of entangled sheets and amber hair locks produces a deep bear-like rumble. Instead of disturbing the slumber of a beast, you feel like you're merely teasing a cute napping bear cub, so you continue.

Luke opens his gentle green eyes at last, droopy and heavy with sleep, and eyes you with the cutest pout on his lips. You can't see how his expression changes when he shoves you close to his chest in a cuddle, but you're guessing that pout is fast to melt away to a content, lazy smile.

Only for the pout to return anew when you remind him that you two have to get out of bed and get ready.

After helping each other get dressed and nearly dozing off a couple of times in the meanwhile, you and Luke are entering the sunny garden at last. Leon has instructed you to head towards the resting area with the sofas, so that's exactly in which direction you tug Luke by the hand. Seeing the bright smile on your face as you walk by his side, he is hardly able to complain about being dragged into everything as long as it includes you.

The idle conversation you have with him soon gets forgotten because of the sight in front of you. You blink in confusion, and from the corner of your eye you catch Luke being equally as puzzled.

The resting area in the garden has been transformed into some kind of party venue - colorful garlands hanging from the surrounding tall rosebush-lined fences, tables with food and drinks placed around….and, a mini-crowd. A mini crowd of princes.

Leon is first to notice you approaching and claps his hands with a smirk on his face. Amidst the sudden chaos you failed to notice the two chairs-no, thrones?!- situated right in the middle. Until Leon drags you to them, and respectively, Luke gets dragged as well.

He prompts you to take a seat on the makeshift thrones and as he does, the mini-crowd starts singing the familiar lines of Happy Birthday to You, Happy Birthday to You!

You gasp in realization and turn your head to Luke, who is gasping as well. When it sinks that it is, indeed, your birthday today, which means it is Luke's birthday, too - you stand up from your throne to throw your arms around your boyfriend. Under the sounds of the cheerful tune, Luke's excitement gets the best of him and he gives you a quick kiss on the lips - which earns a round of applause to finish the song with, along with a whistle that you recognize as Jin's.

Yves barely waits for the song to finish until he adapts that painfully familiar but always funny expression of utter shock on his beautiful features.

"Both of them? THEY BOTH FORGOT?!"

Jin pats Yves' shoulder soothingly through laughter. "That's what we are for, isn't that right?"

Your gaze is shifting from one person to another, still fairly surprised.

"Would anyone explain what is happening here? Why are we sitting in this?"

While you're busy asking, Clavis has snuck behind you and you only catch a glimpse of what looks like a paper crown being lifted and then placed on your head, Luke receiving the same treatment in another second. Leon is quick to answer, rolling his shoulders at you like it's obvious.

"Just preparing you two for the life of Rhodolite's King and Queen. The celebrations are going to be much more lavish that that, you know."

Similar to your initial reaction before, this time you and Luke sigh in unison. Is this really necessary? With the coronation ceremony being just behind the corner, there are already enough reminders of the busy times that are ahead of you. Luke reads the good intentions behind Leon's humorous explanation, and smiles.

"Maybe we can get away with much less hassle… if I'm a King I should be able to change the rules-"

"Luke, no."

Everyone laughs at Licht's sudden concern expressed in a flat voice. Jin finishes off where Leon started while helping himself to a drink from the table.

"We figured you two would prefer a celebration held in a more narrow circle. A quick talk with Sariel and he let us prepare this for you." Seeing that you're just on the verge of exploding in gratitude, Jin raises his hand to tell you to hold on.

"If I were on you, I wouldn't hurry with the thank-you's before I've seen it all. Service, please!"

Despite Yves' obvious displeasure about being bossed around, upon Jin's signal he pushes a food cart into view. On top of it is one of the most beautiful pastries Yves has created so far - and you're definitely not exaggerating because of the sudden realization of what exactly it is. It's a two-tier cake - not just a cake, a honey cake, the best cake flavor known to humankind, at least according to you and the man sitting next to you. Somewhere between the fascination of the mouthwatering aroma and the cute little edible bumblebees on top, you don't know just when did you get up from your seat to give Yves a big hug, not letting him finish the verbal presentation of the cake. Soon, the weight of Luke is on Yves' shoulders as well, sending the poor fifth prince through a whirlwind of emotions, his ego being stroked but his cheeks turning pink with all the attention.

Behind your back, you can hear the bunch throwing a fit about Yves taking all the love and gratitude for himself… though, they should've seen it coming when honey is mentioned in front of the royal couple.

Feeding Luke cake is a delight to your heart. And Luke feeding you cake in return is equally as such, as it is a delight to your belly. Even if it's a little embarrassing in front of the guys, you feel comfortable in Luke's presence as it almost feels like it's only the two of you when he looks into your eyes like that - the rest of the world is quick to blur away. The party seems to be just beginning, because music comes to your ears and an invitation for dance is quick to come - from none other than Leon. You turn to your boyfriend to ask if it's alright, and he mutters something among the lines, "you're lucky that I'm still busy with the cake." But that's only for show, you figure, because he leans in close to your ear to whisper something.

"I want you only for myself later…"

Cheeks starting to burn on an instant, you stare at him for cues - is this about dancing? Or is he trying to say something else…?

Your boyfriend is only giving you his most adorable expression, fork in his mouth, as he prompts you to go.

Leon's gentlemanly lead clears off your mind just a little, and Jin whisking you away right out of his grasp for another dance is putting laughter in your mouth. Having fun from the bottom of your heart, the only reason that you'd ever want this party to have an end could possibly be in order to be alone with Luke again. To slow dance in some more private part of the garden, when the sun drops low and the soft candlelight is all around you, or even later on, when smiling faces bid you goodnight and Luke takes you by the hand, leaving the garden in the same fashion as you came there.

Or, even later than that, much later, when you're done fighting the nervousness and the excitement, and you present your gift to Luke, revealing that truly, you've remembered what day it is all along. And maybe the curious little you who had accidentally found his own gift for you a few weeks prior but kept quiet, would manage not to cry out of happiness a second time. The tightening of your belly on the thought of all those strong emotions that your boyfriend, soon-to-be-husband evokes in you, makes you question how such happiness is possible. For now, you decide to breathe in deeply, and let your heart be light as you enjoy yourself to your heart's content today.

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[nandysparadox]

I posted 227 times in 2022

89 posts created (39%)

138 posts reblogged (61%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@caruliaa

@/alexeizzo

@/aromanticpatton

@/haysgrove

@/allthebrazilianpolitics

I tagged 208 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#cherry chats🍒 - 50 posts

#tss - 47 posts

#flappy ! - 21 posts

#sanders sides - 12 posts

#royality - 8 posts

#rwr spoilers - 8 posts

#rswr spoilers - 8 posts

#roman sanders - 7 posts

#patton sanders - 5 posts

#tss daisy bell au - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#and most of the times it's in the tags like the time you have to take to screenshot it and reblog it onto ur post just to make fun of them

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

[ID:/ A digital drawing of Roman Sanders as a pony character from my little pony.

It's a side view fullbody drawing of Roman against a striped white and light blue background. He is a unicorn with a white coat and light pink underside and markings. He has a short wavy brown mane and a long curled tail of the same color. He has gold swirl markings in his horn, back and hind legs and heart-shaped markings in his front legs. His eyes are red and there's a small black heart drawn below them. He wears a red capelet.

His cutie mark — a half-white half-gold theater mask, divided by a sword into a happy and sad expression respectively, in front of red curtains — is shown in his flank as well as above him in a bigger size./End ID.]

>:3 i lied on the last post welcome to my surprise tumblr appearance for roman's bday!!! im making another drawing for it as we speak so if i finish you'll also have that but in the meantime have this redraw :]

♡reblogs are very appreciated ^_^♡

114 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

#4

[ID/ a digital drawing of Patton Sanders as a pony character from my little pony. 

It's a side view full-body drawing of Patton against a striped white and light pink background. He is a pegasus with a light blue coat and a white underside. He has a short curly brown mane and a medium-sized tail. His wings are splayed out, they are two shades of blue and white on the tips. He has blue hooves, white cloud-like markings on his snout and legs, and similar style blue markings on his flank. His eyes are a golden yellow and he wears glasses, along with a gray cardigan wrapped around his neck. He smiles and looks to the side.

His cutie mark — a heart-shaped cloud in front of a yellow sun with two smaller clouds around it— is shown in his flank as well as above him in a bigger size. The color palette used in his design is in the top right corner./ End ID]

happy birthday patton!!! :D

i wasn't going to post this on tumblr initially but i wanted to do something for his bday so. here! ^^

127 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

#3

we did it 🎉

247 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

#2

[ID: A digital bust drawing of Roman Sanders against a white background with pink brushtrokes. There's a rose in one of his hands and a love letter in the other. He smiles and winks. Along with his usual prince outfit, he wears a tiara-style golden crown with a heart-shaped jewel in the middle, and a cherry earring. There's a small black heart drawn under his eye. / End ID]

happy birthday to my beloved!!!! to the specialest!!! :D im glad i finished this on time, now i hav two roman bday posts ahahaha >:3

💕💕💌🌹!

♡reblogs are very appreciated ^_^♡

451 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

[ID: A full body drawing of Roman Sanders in a outdoors setting. He has one hand up - a blue bird is perched on his finger - and he holds the hem of his skirt with the other. He smiles widely, singing with a wink while he looks at the bird. Along with a vibrant red dress with gold details and a white jacket, he wears a small golden tiara. There are four musical notes drawn in white next to him. Another blue birds flies in front of a tree. He stands in front of various trees and a few bushes with flowers. There are two focal trees next to him and a large trunk in front of him. The scenery is mostly painted in different tones of green and yellow.

The second image is a close-up of the first. /End ID]

happy sanders sides anniversary :D!!! six years huh dgggjddgu wild

i know this piece isn't necessarily anniversary related but! it's actually part of a fanzine that was organized on twitter/instagram, @tssfanzine if you want to check it out! ^.^ (i definitely recommend it, everyone's contributions are amazing and i'm very happy i got to participate)

♡ reblogs are very appreciated ^_^ ♡

566 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

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[prince-simon]

happy 1st bday idflolibn 💚

you mean a lot to me and i'm forever grateful that i got to know you!! i wish you loads of love, fun and a bit drama for your upcoming year of life and i hope you'll become a real book in a real bookshop once you're all grown up. i also hope your writer @prince-simon gets all the love and fame they deserve!

green candle bc it's wille's and wyo's fav colour

resaaaa 💗 you're so sweet oh my god did you bake that cake yourself?? just for today?? 😭💗 i hope it was really yummy!

(also if it ever becomes a real book i think a whole book series is more accurate ahahah)

thank you for being a part of this ride. i love your analysis spams and other insights into the story so so much, and of course when we talk about other things too!! 💗

#prince simon au #young royals #one year anniversary #ask #omaremioo

[sunlit-mess]

22 🎉

#messyr #happi bday green prince #dreamwastaken #dream #dream team #dream fanart

[the-curious-lady-blog]

Happy birthday Meliodas! 😄 💕

#nanatsu no taizai #the seven deadly sins #happy birthday #happy bday #Meliodas #Meliodas dragon sin of wrath #dragon sin of wrath #sin of wrath #he looks like an angel #in reality he is a demon prince #prince #demon #cute boy #green eyes #blonde hair #tancho #captain #the sins are going to party all night long #party #cake #dragon

[at1nys-blog]

Masterlist

Halloween ✨

Peter Parker

-Secret Date And Helping A Friend

Tony Stark

-Secret Date And Helping A Friend

Thor Odinson

-It's me

Loki

Spiders, snakes, bugs and flies

Boku No Hero Accademia

Hawks(Keygo Takami)

-PicNic

Bakusquad(Mina, Sero, Denki, Kirishima, Bakugou)

-White Lie✨

Ao No Exorcist

Ryuji Suguro(Bon)

-Kyoto Tower

-Alrernative Lifes

Rin Okumura

-ばか！✨

One Piece

Roronoa Zoro

-Boredom

-Jealousy is green

-Nap Time

-Some story gets told: series pt.1: the start//pt.2: reversed roles

-San Valentine coming the 13rd February

Yamato

-Worst Timing

Akagami Shanks

-Prince at sea

Buggy the clown

-Prince at sea

Headcanons

-Perona, Mihawk and Zoro

Tokyo Revengers

Shuji Hanma

-The one that left

Ateez

-You Are Family

Kim Hongjoong

-Something About You pt1//pt2

-You Look Like Peter Pan

-Loud Silence

-Not That Much Of a VIP(smau completed)

-My Loki or my Aphrodite?

-Coffe Hour

-Button Up Shirts(suggestive)

-Is a gin tonic

-Favorite body part…

Park Seonghwa

-Signing Books In Seoul

-Dancer

Jeong Yunho

-Friends Again pt1//pt2

-3 a.m

Kang Yeosang

-Is not that I hate you pt1//pt2//Pt3

Choi San

-Feeling Exposed ✨

-Idol Life(smau completed)

Song Mingi

-I'm The Voice

Jung Woojoung

-Haunted House

Choi Jongho

-He Is Not A Bad Guy

-Sunsets

-Your dancer for the night

𝟿𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛: 𝙶𝚊𝙴𝚞𝚗

Stray Kids

Bang Chan

-Bubble Texts

Lee Minho

What Is Wrong With Me?

Seo Changbin

Hwan Hyunjin

-Happy BDay✨

Han Jisung

Lee Felix

-Music Video pt1//Australian Accent pt2

Kim Seungmin

Yang Jeongin

Twice

Im Nayeon

Yoo Jeongyeon

Hirai Momo

Minatozaki Sana

Park Jihyo

Dear leader I love you(smau discontinued sorry about it)

Myoi Mina

Kim Dahyun

Son Chaeyoung

Chou Tzuyu

Solo

Maddox(Kim Kyung Moon)

Single Mother!Reader SMAU

Masterlist

My Soulmate(Series ended)

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove

-Gone(spoiler season 3)

-Is The Two Of Us(spoiler s3e8)

Steve Harrinton

-The Ghostbuster Steve. The Gostbuster✨

Robin Buckley

-Is The Two Of Us(spoiler s3e8)

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

-Smiling Boss(platonic)

Alice in Borderland

Chishiya Shuntarō

-Old and new friends

Chicago Med

Ethan Choi

-Dinner

Shadow and Bone

Jesper

Milo?✨

Alina Starvok

-Back Together

The Crows

-Freedom 1 || 2

Grey’s Anatomy

Isobel Izzie Stevens

-Sister and Girlfriend

Denny Duquette

-Sister and Girlfriend

Actors

Marco Ilsø

-Keep laughing

Shadow and Bone cast

-Among us

-Kimchi and movie night

Some Weird Interactions

Alfie Solomon(Peacky Blinders)

-Jewish People✨

Dabi and Yukio Okumura

-I hate you but I like you… I guess

Incorrect Quotes

Percy Jackson

-Alice&Hellhounds

-The Stolls vs Micheal

#marvel fanficiton #marvel imagines #marvel x reader #kpop #kpop fanfiction #kpop imagines #kpop x reader #anime #anime fanfiction #anime imagines #anime x reader #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #imagines #x reader insert #x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds imagines #criminal minds x reader #MASTERLIST

[heyitsani]

I Keep My Eyes Wide Open Chapter 3

Word Count: 6024

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major character death (eventually), Mentions of past rape/non-con (eventually)

Pairing: Jason Todd/Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne/Jon Kent (hinted?)

Summary: Damian spends some time away from Gotham and learns a few things for himself and his future.

Notes: Just a heads up, I have decided to NOT post next week at all.  I have a lot left to do in regards to Christmas for my gremlins so I’m going to be focusing on that.  That MIGHT mean I’ll give you two chapters the week after, but it might not.  Who knows?  My oldest’s bday is New Year’s Day so it depends on that really.  You’ll get one that day, but you might get one before that too.

If you have not read When You Move I Move, this one won’t really make much sense.  So you can read that here: WYMIM

You can also read this chapter on AO3 here

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Leaning forward to look out the window of the carriage, Damian took in the large fields of what he assumed were crops, that paved the way up to the main city of Metropolis. He remembered Jon writing about how he and his father would go down and help with the harvest because his father believed that even a king should know how to reap a field.  

Damian also remembered being fascinated with the idea.  When he had inquired about it to his own father, the man had laughed and said that it sounded exactly like something King Clark would say.  He also said that if Damian ever wanted to experience that for himself, he was sure one of their local farmers would be more than happy to teach him.  He saved the idea for a later date because he was sure his mother would have many words to say about ‘lowering himself to peasant standards’ and the eleven-year-old was tired of the lectures.

“What do you think Little Prince?”  Damian glanced over at Ser Jason, who had accompanied him on his journey at his father’s request. “Their kingdom is different from our own, but I think you’ll find they are a people who love their king just as much as Gotham loves your father.”

Nodding his head, he looked back out the window.  “Father said the people are kinder, warmer.”  Ser Jason hummed and Damian didn’t bother looking back to him.  “I am looking forward to a different perspective when it comes to ruling a kingdom.  King Clark is so different from Father and Grandfather.”

“He is,” Ser Jason agreed. “Your father has learned much from his friendship with the King of Metropolis, but the same could be said the other way.  If you are not willing to learn from others, then you have no business ruling over anyone.”

“Why is that?”

He leaned back into his seat as he turned green eyes onto the Dragon Slayer, watching the other man’s relaxed posture across from him.  It had been a long journey, but Damian had noticed the other man relax the further they got away from Gotham despite who they were both leaving behind.

“A king should be strong, and he should be smart,” Ser Jason gave him a look, “but he should also be kind and malleable.  No one man is infallible.  No one man has all the answers.  And the man who thinks he knows all he needs to know is someone who will demand allegiance over earning it.”  And Damian didn’t need to know much about ruling to know that anyone who demanded their citizens follow them rarely was an adored ruler.

“How to you stop from becoming that person?”  He kept his eyes on Ser Jason while the other man considered him carefully.  Damian wondered what was going through his mind, but Ser Jason had always been good at protecting his thoughts from his eyes. Unlike a lot of people.

“I suppose you surround yourself with people who would be willing to tell you when you are making a mistake,” Ser Jason shrugged.  “And you always make sure you’re willing to admit when you’ve actually made one.”

Damian considered the words and nodded.  It made sense.  His grandfather had struggled with admitting when he was wrong.  It had been an issue with his council and even some of the citizens of Gotham.  His father didn’t seem to suffer from that same issue.  If anything, from what he had seen, the man accepted faults that were not his to accept.  But how did you find a balance that two of the greatest men he had ever known couldn’t seem to find?

“Little Prince, we have many years to be sure that you know how to be better than your grandfather and left self-sacrificing than your father.”  Damian wasn’t sure what to say to that, but was granted a pardon when Ser Jason leaned forward and looked out the window.  “Ah, we are here.”  

Allowing his gaze to look out the window, Damian saw as they passed the walls of the city and headed toward the center where the castle was nestled.  When he had studied the layout of the kingdom, Damian had been surprised that they had built the city around the castle.  But then his father had informed him that the castle used to be a religious center point.  But then the kingdom had discovered that the religious leaders had been sacrificing to their “gods” and the citizens had overthrown the establishment.  Once the religious leaders had been dealt with, the citizens voted to make the building the home of the king instead.  It brought new light to the mindset of those living in Metropolis.

Once they pulled up to the castle itself, Damian settled back into his seat and waited.  He could see King Clark’s imposing figure waiting for them, along with the other members of the royal family.  It made him a little nervous to be on their terms now, but at least he had Ser Jason with him.

Once everything had come to a stop, Ser Jason moved closer to the door so he could exit first when the footman came to open the door, allowing him to survey the conditions before Damian followed.  Once Damian’s feet were on the ground, he was immediately enclosed in a familiar pair of arms.

“Jon, my boy,” he could hear King Clark laughing.  “Let His Highness at least get both feet on the ground.”  Jon was suddenly being pulled away and Damian face to face with him and the king who had tugged his son away.  “Hello Ser Todd, Prince Damian.  Welcome to Metropolis.  Again, for you I suppose Ser Todd.”  

“Your Majesty,” Ser Jason gave a bow of respect.  “And Your Highness, good to see your exuberance again.”  Ser Jason chuckled at the fourteen-year-old’s enthusiastic greeting.

“Thank you for having us, Your Majesty,” Damian greeted the older man with a bow of his own before turning a smile onto Jon and allowing it to grow when Jon’s did as well.  “Your Highness, good to see you again.  And Your Majesty,” he nodded to the woman who came up behind Jon.  He could see Duke Kon and his uncle a few feet back, but he gave the royal couple his immediate attention because tradition called for it.

“Please, no need to be so formal here.  I know your father would not stand upon ceremony, so neither should you.”  Damian nodded at the king before looking around the trio to see his uncle.  “Ah yes, I am sure you have been looking forward to seeing your uncle.”

Without having to be told, Damian moved forward to reach his uncle who met him halfway.  “Nephew,” his uncle greeted him, hugging him tightly for a moment before releasing him so Damian could turn and hug his uncle by marriage.  “We’re so glad you’re here.  How was the ride?”

“Long, but comfortable,” Damian responded when he released the Duke and looked over at his uncle. “I have a few things from home for you that Father said you would appreciate.”  He watched his uncle’s gaze turn curious before he looked over at Ser Jason and smiled brightly.  

“Ser Todd,” he greeted formally, but laughed when the slayer picked him up in a tight hug before putting him back on his feet and shaking the hand of his husband.  “My brother was unable to break away, then?”

“Unfortunately not,” Ser Jason responded with a frown.  Damian knew that his mother had something to do with the fact that his father couldn’t join them, but he wasn’t aware as to what it was.  “But he sent me in his place.  Is that not just as good?  Am I not enough for you, Duke Timothy?”  His uncle chuckled and Ser Jason pressed a hand to his chest as though he were offended.

“Damian, I’ll show you where you’re staying,” Jon slipped in-between Damian and Ser Jason, reaching for the younger’s hand.  “You can talk to the grown-ups later.”

“No need to lie about it, Nephew,” the duke laughed.  “We all know you just want your friend to yourself.  It’s quite all right.”  The five adults all laughed as the Jon huffed and tugged Damian away from them toward the entrance of the castle.

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“Do you think you will make a good king?”  

The question was surprising mostly because it was coming from Jon and not King Clark, but also because rarely did people ask about his future role in the kingdom.  He didn’t like to think too much about taking over his father’s throne, not sure he would ever be ready for that.  His father was such a beloved man and his mother made it clear she expected him to be better than his father.  But how did you best that?

“I hope to make my father proud,” was all he could think of to say.  He looked up from the game sitting on the floor between him and Jon, considering the teen across from him.  “My mother has so many expectations, but Father just wants me to be who I am.  He does not tell me to be one way or another.”

He watched Jon hum before looking down at the game and making his move.  “My father is much the same.  He tells me what he would do, but then tells me that I must make decisions on what I think is best.  Sometimes I am not certain what that means.”

Damian could sympathize with that.  

His father was such a good man, a good king.  He was the ultimate standard to live up to and while Damian wanted nothing more than to do just that, he also knew his father didn’t want that of him.  He didn’t want Damian to be just like him.  

“When our fathers are such great men, it is hard to not want to be just like them,” Damian admitted as he watched Jon move his pieces.  “But if we are just like them, then who are we really?”  He glanced up at Jon and found the older boy nodded, looking at a spot somewhere behind Damian.  

“I likely have many years before I am seated on the throne,” Jon told him.  Damian knew Metropolis allowed their king to rule until he felt unfit or he passed, unlike Gotham where an heir took the throne when they reached the age of 25.  Damian would likely be king before Jon, should King Clark’s health hold out and peace remain.  “But I think about whether or not I want the crown frequently.  I know I am my father’s sole heir, but Uncle Kon could easily take the throne if I didn’t want it.”

“And what would your father say if you decided that being king was not what you wanted?”

“I do not know for certain. It is only a passing thought, nothing to question just yet.”  But Damian felt like perhaps it was something that should be questioned.  Why continue with all the lessons and training if ultimately you didn’t want to take the crown?  He had never considered what it would be like to abdicate.  Between his mother’s expectations and the desire to be just like his father, he’s not sure he ever could.

“What would you do?”

“Hmm?”

“If you decided to drop your claim to the throne, what would you do?”  Damian questioned, watching Jon closely.  The fourteen-year-old shrugged and looked at Damian but remained silent. “I was basically born to take the throne.  My parents do not love each other the way your parents do.  My father…he loves someone he can never marry, and my mother came to him knowing, but hoping for more.  Her only purpose was to provide him an heir, me.”  He wasn’t sure where was taking this, but it felt like it had to mean something.  

“Just because the circumstances were less than ideal, does not mean you were only wanted for that purpose,” Jon commented.  Damian supposed he was right, but if he didn’t become king, what was the point of all of it?  “Your father would love you no matter what you decided.  But I know you well enough to know you will be King of Gotham when you turn 25 and your father will be so proud.”

“And you?”

“We shall have to see, won’t we?”

Damian wanted to answer, but there was something in his tone that made him pause and just observe. The look on his face was thoughtful, considering.  It was unnerving and Damian wasn’t sure how to take it.  He had seen a look like that on his father’s face before when looking at Ser Todd, but he wasn’t sure that was really comparable when he thought about it.

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The air was crisp as he walked the fields with Ser Jason on one side and Jon on the other.  The pair spoke over his head about some adventure Ser Jason had been on since the last visit Jon had made to Gotham, but Damian had long stopped listening.  It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested, it was just that the surrounding areas interested him more.

“Do you hear that?” Ser Jason’s question broke through Damian’s musings and pulled the younger man to look at him.  Furrowing his brows, Damian tried to listen for whatever it was the older man had heard but all he could pick up was the rustling sound of the wheat in the breeze.

But then there was a whimpering sound.

“There,” Damian said, turning and hurrying toward the sound.  The other two called out to him, but he knew they were following just by the sound of the wheat stalks moving.  His green eyes scanned the direction the whimper had come from as he rushed toward it, looking for anything that might have been making the noise.  

“Little Prince!”  Ser Jason called out in warning just as Damian spotted the small black creature attempting to pull its leg out of a tangle of rope.  The animal howled at the sight of them and backed away, baring its teeth at the perceived threat.

Damian held his hands up and approached slowly, shaking off Ser Jason’s hand when it landed on his shoulder.

“Damian, please.”  He paused to look back at the older man, frowning at the concern he saw on his features.  It was rare for the older man to use his first name so casually.  “Let me try and get the pup free.”  Looking back to the dog, Damian dropped his hands and stopped moving so the other man could carefully approach the dog.

Jon stood shoulder to shoulder with him and the pair watched the slayer carefully kneel down once he was close enough and held out a hand for the dog to sniff.  The dog nosed at the offered hand before going back to trying to get its leg out.

“Let me help,” Ser Jason muttered, reaching slowly for the rope.  He paused for only a moment when the dog let out a growl before he realized the man was trying to help.  “How did this happen, hmm?  You must have been dragging this rope for quite some way.  It looks like it has caught on some roots here,” he called over his shoulder as he worked to loosen the knot.

The instant the dog’s leg was free, he backed away from the three of them but didn’t run off.  Damian found it curious.

Moving forward, he knelt next to Ser Jason and watched the dog, locking eyes with the animal.  “What kind of dog is he?”  Damian questioned, shifting forward so he could get closer to it.

“Looks like a breed of hunting dog the villagers raise.  I am not certain,” Jon called over to him.  Damian hummed and stopped when he was within arms reach of the dog and just waited.  “What are you doing, Damian?”

“He needs to be looked at. He could have hurt himself.  And he certainly looks as though he needs a good meal,” Damian commented, still watching the dog as it began to inch over to him.  “He could have run, but he didn’t.  He is not afraid of us, but he needs reason to trust us.”  He could hear movement behind him and assumed Ser Jason had stood and moved over to Jon’s side, but didn’t bother looking.  He kept his gaze solely on the dog.  Slowly, cautiously, Damian moved to hold his hand out for the dog to smell just as he had seen Ser Jason do and waited for the cold nose of the pup to connect with his palm.

“That’s a good pup,” he murmured as he allowed his hand to run over the head of the dog.  “I shall call you Titus for now.”

“Saved.”  Ser Jason’s voice sounded amused and Damian spared him a glance, finding a smirk on his face.  “Fitting, Little Prince.”  The words were said in jest, but Damian knew that look in his eyes.  Pride.  With a nod, Damian looked back to the pup and carefully moved to run his hand over the leg.

“Can he walk?  We can take him to the healer in the city.  They should be able to tell us how Titus will fair.” When he was certain the leg was not damaged to the point of internal injury, Damian slowly stood and looked down at Titus.

“Come, Titus,” he commanded, walking toward the city walls where they had come from.  He didn’t glance back to see if the dog would follow and waved for Jon and Ser Jason to join him.  It was a few paces before the sound of paws hitting packed dirt sounded and the dog was slipping between his and Ser Jason’s legs.

“I’m not sure who will want to murder me more when we come home with Titus; your mother or grandfather,” Ser Jason joked as they made their way back to the city.  

“Not the king?”

“Oh no, Your Highness,” Ser Jason said seriously.  “No, King Richard would murder me if I denied his son something he so clearly wants. Especially an innocent something.” Damian pursed his lips to keep from beaming at the idea of his father approving of his actions just now.  He ignored the concern that wanted to bubble up with the thought that his mother was going to have a few choice words about it. He wasn’t going to think about it now. Not when he knew he would have his father in his corner.

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“Honestly, Titus,” Damian sighed as the dog panted at the window of the carriage.  Just three weeks after having found him and the dog had gone from skin and bone to healthy and growing quite quickly.  King Clark had warned them that the breed was one that grew quite large, but Damian had waved it off and welcomed the thought.  

He wasn’t sure how Titus had come to be at that spot the day they found him, but Damian refused to believe it was anything other than fate.

Ser Jason reached over and scratched at the dog’s ears before settling back in his seat.  “He knows home when he sees it.  We are almost there.  Are you happy to be returning?”  Damian considered the question as he stared out the window Titus was still sticking his nose out of, watching the trees rush past them.

“I have missed most aspects of home,” he settled on.  Though he loved Ser Jason as a father and knew he could trust him, he struggled to admit that he was not looking forward to being under his mother’s thumb once again. Queen Lois had been such a breath of fresh air.  To see the way a mother could love her child, it had left Damian wanting something he knew would never be his.  And though his father and Ser Jason loved him as parents should, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was missing out on something without the love of a mother.

“It is okay to be sad to be returning home, Little Prince,” Ser Jason spoke softly and Damian’s gaze dropped to his lap before looking over at the older man.  His eyes were earnest and caring, but understanding as well. “I do not know what goes through the minds of others, but I do know your father understands much of what you’re dealing with.”

“But not completely.”

“No, perhaps not completely since Queen Talia was gone well before your father was your age, but from what I recall, she might have been more rigid than Catalina.”  Damian didn’t know if that was possible, in all honestly, but he nodded anyway.  He knew stories of the late queen and knew she was not who his grandfather had thought she was.  His second wife, Selina, had not been very motherly but she was kind and she was loving. His father said he had found a friend and confidante in the former queen and it had been exactly what he had needed.  

“We’re here,” Damian chose to say instead of acknowledging the conversation any more, looking out the window and seeing the approaching city walls.  They were finally home and he found himself getting nervous as to what would happen upon the revelation of Titus.  “You won’t let them take him?”

His green eyes looked into Ser Jason’s turquoise ones and the other man nodded.  “They will have to take me down before I allow you to be parted from Titus.  You have my word on that, My Prince.”  Damian saw the truth in his eyes and nodded.  “Besides, I already wrote to your father weeks ago and told him about the pup.  His reply came a few days before we left and spoke of his excitement to meet the newest Wayne.”  Damian felt a smile spread on his face as he jumped forward and gave Ser Jason a hug in thanks.

“The Prince has returned!”  Damian pulled away at the shouts from the crowd and leaned closer to the windows to see citizens starting to line the streets at their passing.  He could hear various shouts of his name and greetings and it made a warm feeling settle in his chest.  

“You should lean out and wave,” Ser Jason instructed.  Nodding, Damian did just that and was rewarded with more cheers and calls of his name.  “The people already love you.  You do not realize how much of your father you have in you.  His influence is an overwhelming presence.”  

That was the kind of praise that could be considered dangerous when spoken around the wrong people, but with just him and Ser Jason in the carriage, Damian let the pride swell in his chest.  To be compared to his father and come out favorably, what more could he ask for?  His father was the best man he knew, the best man any of them knew, and he could only be so lucky to be loved like he was.

Settling back into the carriage as they breached the gates of the castle, Damian smiled at Ser Jason before smoothing his cloaks.  “Thank you, Ser Jason,” he said carefully.  “Thank you for accompanying me on this trip.  I know that I wouldn’t have been allowed otherwise, so thank you.”  The older man just gazed at him with a warm expression and gave a small nod.  It said more than words could.

When the carriage came to a stop, there was no waiting for formalities and Ser Jason opened the door so he could step out.  Damian followed and turned to make sure Titus was able to get out without struggle.

“Dami!  Jason!”  His father called as he rushed forward and embraced both of them, Damian first for appearances sakes, and then Ser Jason.  “We have missed you both.  And this must be Titus!  Your letter did not exaggerate his size,” the man laughed, kneeling to get level with the dog who now sat next to Damian’s feet panting.  “He’s a fine-looking animal, Damian.  And obedient already?”

“Yes, Father,” he agreed. “King Clark showed me how to train him. We still have some things to learn, but he knows the basics and will behave himself.”  Damian snuck a glance toward where his mother stood at the top of the stairs with a scowl.

His father laughed when Titus leaned forward and licked at his face before standing and wiping away the dog drool.  “Yes, well behaved indeed,” he teased, causing Damian and Ser Jason to laugh with him. “I asked the staff to have the necessary items placed in your rooms, but you let them know if there is something they missed.  I do believe you are more than old enough for this responsibility.”

“Thank you, Father,” Damian smiled, pushing forward to hug the king around his middle before heading toward where his mother was still waiting.  “Come, Titus.”  He called the dog as he walked, prompting the animal to trot next to him as he walked up the steps and came to stand in front of his mother.  “Hello, Mother,” he greeted.  He noticed her eyes narrowed on Titus before glancing at Damian.

“What is this?”

“His name is Titus. We found him hurt and King Clark gave him to me to care for.”  The scowl on her face deepened and Damian felt his heart sink.  He had been hoping for a better reaction, even if he had known it wouldn’t actually happen.  He had still hoped.

“You do not need the distraction.  Give him to a staff member to find him a new home.”

“But- “

“You misstep, My Queen,” his father’s smooth voice sounded from behind Damian.  Turning to look at the man who had his hard gaze on his mother, Damian held back his relief at his appearance.  A glance at Ser Jason, who stood a few feet back, told him he had nothing to worry about.  “I have already told him he may keep Titus.  The arrangements have already been made.  He is apparently a well behaved animal and it is a good responsibility to learn.”

The silence from his mother said a lot and Damian wondered if this was going to be a problem down the road.

“Why don’t you take Titus out to the fields, Son?  I’m sure he would be happy to run around before dinner tonight.”  Nodding his head, he clicked his tongue and hurried away from the three adults as quickly as he could to avoid being more of a problem. He also didn’t want to hear yet another argument between his parents regarding him specifically.

Those happened frequently enough as it was.

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Glancing over to his left, Damian attempted to catch Ser Jason’s line of sight for a moment without much success.  He wasn’t sure what it was he thought he would figure out from the man, but anything would be better than the glaringly empty seats where his father and mother usually sat.

But none of the others at the table seemed to be interested in addressing the matter, given the conversation floating around from the other occupants of the table.

His grandfather had been in deep conversation with Ser Jason and his Aunt Cassandra since the moment their plates had been delivered.  He could hear words like weapons, forgers, and arsenal every once in a while, so he knew it was probably about the latest weapons that the soldiers had been training with.  He could hear his grandmother talking softly with his Aunt’s good friend, Stephanie, who had been his nurse when he had been a baby but was now basically a member of the family.  He couldn’t make out anything from their conversation, but it didn’t matter.

All he wanted to know was where his parents were and why they had started without the king.

He was about to ask whoever was willing to listen when a loud bang sounded from outside the room and had the entire table startling.  To the point that Ser Jason was on his feet, palming a dagger at his thigh and Titus had come to stand next to Damian’s chair, lips pulled back in a snarl.

Slipping his hand into the dog’s collar to keep him from running toward whatever had startled them all, Damian watched Ser Jason stalk toward the door and press an ear to the wood. Whatever he heard had his shoulders draining of tension and him putting the dagger away.

“Ser Todd,” his grandfather called out, pushing to his feet, but the Slayer waved a hand.  Quickly, he tugged both doors open and revealed the two missing family members.  The pair stood toe to toe and Damian wanted to shrink away from the look in his mother’s eyes.

He knew that look. This was about him.

But while his mother continued to look like she could spit fire, Damian watched his father slip back into the easy calm he always wore when people were around.  Even if it was just family, he would never allow them to glimpse into his personal difficulties.

“Your Majesties,” Ser Jason greeted, tone flat.  Damian saw his mother turn the gaze onto the other man and open her mouth, but she was unsurprisingly cut off by his father.

“Enough, Catalina!” It was the most forceful Damian had ever heard his father be.  It wasn’t like he was a stranger to his parents fighting and he knew it had been happening more and more since he had returned from his visit with Jon in Metropolis, but his father had always seemed so collected when he did see it. “If you have more to say then we will discuss it later.  You have already made your point quite clear and I have given you my answer.”

His mother jerked back as if she had been slapped and Damian wondered if that’s essentially what his father had just done with is words.  Just like he had, his mother had probably expected him to keep the venom out of his voice as he always did.  But he hadn’t.  The King’s voice had been dripping in it.

“This is not over.  I will not have my will ignored,” she growled out before turning on her heel and rushing away.  And though Damian wanted to know what exactly had been going on, he was more focused on his father rubbing at his forehead as Ser Jason whispered something to him.  There was a moment of tense silence between them before his father sighed and nodded.

The pair exchanged a few more hushed words before they entered the dining hall and took their seats. Damian kept his eyes on his father and tried to see if he could get any answers, but he had a feeling it would be the same as always.

And the smile he finally got from his father once he was fully settled and had his plate set before him told him he wasn’t wrong.  But his instincts told him he would personally pay for whatever it was that had happened between his parents.

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In hindsight, Damian knew he should have expected backlash from his mother on the subject, but he hadn’t really thought about it.  If he were completely honest, it hadn’t even crossed his mind when he had started the exchange of letters with Prince Jon of Kent.  After he had stayed in Gotham when his brother and Damian’s uncle had come on formal business, the pair had just formed an easy friendship.  And the time he had spent in Metropolis with the royal family under the guise of visiting his uncle had only served to strengthen the friendship.

Damian had been jealous at the easy view of the world the older prince had and had wanted to absorb that ideal.  The same ideal that his father tried to instill in him, but his mother fought hard to extinguish.

“What are these?”  A stack of papers fell in front of him as he worked on his lessons for the day and with barely a glance, Damian picked out Jon’s familiar script.  “Explain yourself.”

Looking up at his mother with a frown, Damian watched her closely.  “They are an exchange of letter with the Heir Apparent of Metropolis.” His father had been thrilled when he had learned that Damian and Jon had formed such a strong friendship.  He had encouraged it and even gone as far as to offer to write to King Clark and the two boys might spend a few weeks each summer living in the other’s kingdom.

“They stop now.”  And though he would regret it, Damian reacted.

“But Mother, he is my friend!”  He shot to his feet and looked at her desperately.  “Why should I not write to him?  He will be King of Metropolis one day and this fosters good political bonds.” He knew it was a good argument but the look on her face told him she didn’t appreciate it.

“You are friends with people who can help you further our kingdom.  We are already in good relations with the Kingdom of Metropolis and that makes this friendship frivolous and juvenile.”  His mother glared at him and though Damian wanted to stand his ground, he shrunk a little under the weight of her stare.  “You are friends with who I say you can be friends with.”

“May I write to him one last time to explain?”

“No,” her voice was cold, and Damian hated it.  “And if you know what is good for you, you will not let your Father hear of this. Honestly, Damian,” she sighed, grabbing the stack of letters and heading toward the lit fireplace.  His heart dropped to his stomach and it took everything within him to keep from rushing forward to grab the letters.  “I am doing this for you.  To make you better.  To make you stronger.  To make you more than your father will ever be.”  

He watched sadly as she tossed the letters into the fire with a flick of her wrist and brush her hands down her skirts.  The papers fed the fire immediately, burning bright for a matter of seconds before simmering back down to its original state.  As if they had never been there to begin with.  As if they had been nothing but a dream he had once had.

Dropping back down into his chair, he turned his eyes back to the texts in front of him and sighed.

“You will be the most brilliant king this kingdom has every had the pleasure of witnessing.  And in order to do that, you must be strong. You must rule with your head and not just your heart,” his mother spoke, her tone much more even now that she had accomplished her task.  A tone he heard on a daily basis and knew much more than any other.  “Your grandfather ruled only with his head.  Your father only with his heart.  You will be better.”

But Damian wasn’t sure he wanted to be better than either of them.  He wanted to be loved like his father was.  He wanted to walk the streets of Bristol and have citizens call out to him just to say hello and see how he is.  He wanted to welcome other kingdoms into his own and break bread with them by fireside with a mug of mulled wine.  

More than that though, he wanted love.  Not the love he got from his father or the distinctive love he got from his mother. No, he wanted the love he saw between his father and Ser Jason.  Or his uncle and Duke Kon.  Love that was built upon years of friendship.  And maybe Jon had not been that love, but he had at least been a friend.

“Do you understand, my son?”

“Yes, Mother,” he agreed softly.  Glancing back to the fire one last time, he picked up his quill and went back to his studies as his mother took her place in the chair by the window.

#jaydick #damian wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #jondami #damijon #jon kent #clark kent #tim drake #kon el #timkon #lois lane #catalina flores #past lives au #anikah writes

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another one of my all time favs... sorry for the person i'm about to become (aka listing like 50 of your sets babe ... sorry queen you're just uh... too good <3) i literally adore EVERYTHING you make..

SKZ Yearbook: i think this is one of my all time favourite gfx ever ever ever like i mean ever ma'am... you really slapped me in the face with this one... i say it every time you recolour smth or edit smth but.. your BLUES... you are fucking CRAZY... like everything you make looks so clean but this one fr... god... you really did break my heart using their trainee and babie pics :-( cannot stop looking babie... you did such a beautiful job

Jeongin Bday Set: speaking of blues !! this set is so pretty and clean but you already know i love literally every birthday set you make :-( (ahem shout out to this one).. like they're always so clean and idk man you just make them look so well compositioned and put together?? like i truly am always in awe of everything you make but your bday sets wow...

Princes x SKZ (but specifically Chan's.......): yes so the whole series was INSANE... and SO beautiful but okay......... flynn was my favourite prince when i was little like i watched tangled in the theatres and i was convinced ill marry this 3d modelled man like im sorry i have problems yeayyeah who cares hes FUNNY AND STUPID !!!!! and the fac t that you did CHAN as FLYNN........ god good........ central nervous system DOWN. the colours of this :-( ha... they make me so happy... like this set i always cheese SO hard whenever i see it dude TT TT

Headband!Hyunjin: wow.. the reds and greens... do you know how talented you are miss ma'am :-( <3 literally i remember this set all the time and it makes me so ^ u ^ .. its truly such a NICE set... i love headbands >:) and this set is just so beautiful coloured so lovely... i know i say it all the time but you probably have one of my all time favourite colourings baby.. like maybe im biased bc i've known you so long and seen your gifs since so long but :(( you really are such a talented person ;;

Be Original God's Menu Hyunjin: omg i remember when you first posted this i was so O___O i love how you did the set... normally i dont like narrower gifs but this just adds to the effect and the vibe?? like this is so sick really...

Honorable Mentions: this hyunjin set!! the blues and the reds look so good together.. from what i remember this stage was soooo ugly... faowneifaonw but you made it looks so pretty and consistent.. your tags are so wrong op it was beautiful! also this chan set! how can i not mention it :-( when i saw your tags i CRIED.... straight up real tears... not that im biased or anything but they are such nice gifs and fjoaiweowa youre so sweet to me always... and also this chan set!! ONCE AGAIN SORRY IM BIASED !!!! you included literally soooo many of my favourite looks :( the one from isac... fainting .. im FAINTING... thats my bf.. it really is... :( like you made this for me?? for ME??? so biased but who cares im a leo i can do what i want <3 fnaoiweonaw

#once again writing essays for my favs... biased biased biased ... #but im a leo i can do what i want <3 #haleigh #hyunjins #answered #i love u and everything u make babie seriously #i had WAY more sets open that i left out in the end #pls know i think you're one of the BEST ccs on here :-(

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Hey, I thought I'd return the favour and Happy Birthday by the way, sorry if it's late, y'know UK time zones and stuff :)

B: Top 5 albums

Q: Last concert you’ve been to

V: What vinyl do you own, if any

B: Hmm, I really just chose the 5 in which I never skip songs.

Nimrod by Green Day

The Downward Spiral & Pretty Hate Machine by Nine Inch Nails (couldn't decide between these two lol)

Nothing to Fear by Oingo Boingo

1999 by Prince

Q: If I'm remembering correctly, the last concert I went to (that wasn't within a classical music department) was an All-American Rejects concert. And I went with my fiance bc it was free to students at our university!

V: I have an odd collection (if it could be called that) of vinyl.

She's So Unusual by Cyndi Lauper

Young Americans by David Bowie

American Beauty/American Psycho by Fall Out Boy (gifted to me by @carlkitty)

Rock and Roll Over & Alive! by Kiss

Purple Rain by Prince (gifted to me by my dad who bought it right after he saw the movie in 84)

And last but certainly not least The Original Annie Soundtrack 😂 (What can I say? My mom had me obsessed with musicals as a kid and this was my fave!!)

Thanks for the bday wishes and I appreciate the ask Rob!! 🥰

#mutuals my beloved #aka skyler doesnt know when to stfu

[marvelousbirthdays]

Happy Birthday, party-in-the-blue-box!

December 28 - a follow up of my bday fic from last year, Tasertricks and Darcy Stark, for @party-in-the-blue-box

Written by @ozhawkauthor - sorry for the late posting!

“Do you really think I’m a terrible person?”

Darcy rolled her head to one side to look at Loki. They were lying on the huge couch in Tony’s living room, where they’d ended up snuggling and kissing for a while after she crooked her finger at him. 

“You’ve done some pretty appalling things, you have to concede,” she said.

“It depends on your point of view, I suppose. At the time I did them, I thought I was doing the right thing.”

She propped herself up on one elbow and stared at him. “The Battle of New York?”

“Your father has personal experience of the influence the Mindstone can have over one’s thoughts… and that was without someone else actually consciously wielding it against him.” Loki placed a hand against his chest, apparently unconsciously. “You might ask Barton if what he did when under the stone’s influence felt right and logical at the time.”

Darcy bit her lip. Everyone had long since made it clear to Clint that they didn’t blame him for what he’d done when under the control of the Mindstone, but they were all so wrapped up in remembering Loki was the one who’d given Clint the orders, they forgot Loki himself was under control and under orders at that time, although Thor had told them and Wanda had even delved Loki’s mind to confirm the truth of it.

“Were you under the stone’s influence when you brought the Frost Giants to Asgard?” she asked. “Or when you sent the Destroyer to New Mexico?”

“No. Only that of my own hubris, and a desperate need to impress my father.”

Darcy knew exactly how that felt. Even though she’d always known Tony Stark was her father, and he’d always acknowledged her, she’d never felt like she was enough for him. Interesting enough to distract him from living out his playboy lifestyle, smart enough for him to be proud of her. She’d done some dumb shit before Tony finally wised up to what she was trying to do and, in his inimitable way, pilled her aside and told her quite directly to stop it. That he loved her just as she was. Obviously Odin had been much more crap at letting Loki know he mattered.

Although if Darcy had an older sibling as perfect as Thor appeared, she supposed she might have a whole ‘nother stack of insecurities to deal with, too.

“I don’t think you’re a terrible person,” she said finally.

“That’s good.” He smiled at her, green eyes sparkling. “I’d hate to think your taste in men was that bad. I know I’m sexy, but I don’t think I’m hot enough to overcome your good judgement.”

She started to laugh. “So modest.”

“False modesty has never been one of my vices, of which I do admit to quite a number.”

“Oh yeah?” Leaning on his chest, Darcy raised an interrogative eyebrow. “Like what?”

“A certain amount of vanity, and - this one is a family failing - a firm belief in my own rectitude.” He smirked. “Plus one other, in which I have rarely had the opportunity to indulge.”

She couldn’t imagine what that might be. He’d been raised a prince of Asgard, indulged and rich beyond imagining for almost a thousand years. So naturally, she asked what.

“One of what you Midgardians consider one of the seven deadly sins.” His grin turned wicked, long arms snaking around her, inhuman strength shifting her atop his body. Her eyes widened as she discovered the evidence of his arousal.

“Lust?” she asked, suddenly breathless.

“That’s the one. You inspire lust in me, Darcy Lewis-Stark, lust such as I have not felt in a long, long time. Courtship customs here on Midgard are unfamiliar to me, so I must fall back on honesty and ask; do you share this vice?”

“Oh definitely,” Darcy said. “Definitely. But I don’t think on my dad’s couch is the right place to indulge it.”

“You could be correct in that, much as I am occasionally tempted to tweak your father’s nose just to annoy him,” Loki agreed. “Despoiling his daughter on his couch is a step too far. Even for me.”

“Despoiling?” She had to laugh. “Is that something that can be done mutually?”

“I have no doubt we can make the effort. In my quarters? I have a large and comfortable bed with fine silk sheets…”

“Lead the way, my prince!”

#Darcy Lewis #Loki #tasertricks #DARCY IS TONY'S DAUGHTER

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qzgs prequel movie pv3 thoughts

i swear this is the best pv yet like damn. the music? incredible. legitimately gave me chills

(more commentary from before)

as always, big fan of the scenery in this movie

cute!! also interesting that they’re using a different voice for him vs yx, though i suppose that makes sense

if anyone else watches the promised neverland, his face here gave me big ray vibes, esp when he was admitting to ------

“clup jia shi” up there in upper left corner. why couldn’t they have translated to Excellent Era like they did for Royal Style?? gah that’s gonna bother me so much

nice writing. nice highlighting that famous-ass quote

HAHAHA are the sponsors in this movie just the movie producers lol

wxf spokesperson!! i love it. also, knowing basically nothing about these characters, assuming nothing in the movie goes against it, i am ready to help push wxf/xm and qtr/yx2, let’s goooo

and the girl kinda looks like tr from the back haha

i know we’ll prob get very little of royal style aside from ll and gmy (which, by the way, i can’t wait to see what they’re doing with them as a duo, hahaha, they’re really taking bb’s mistake and running with it, very interested to see their characters. gmy seems to lowkey remind me of a prince of tennis character but idk who, he just seems like he’d fit in that universe)

my breath actually stopped at this. like, damn.

will accept novel inconsistencies if they look cool! like this!!

yx2... my boi... it’s really nice to hear these chars’ voices since we haven’t really gotten them talking yet (aside from that one thing they released for yx’s bday)

v curious who this is! though it’s almost certainly xmk so i guess im not that curious lol

angry boi. (diff scene from the last one though, even though the cut makes it seem like it’s the same scene)

i love this! natural interpersonal intrateam drama! we get very little of that in novel, happy comes together shockingly well, so im really excited to see ee overcoming differences and struggles and really coming together into a cohesive unit. (and knowing that this cohesive unit goes on to create a dynasty... :’) )

yx2 looks so much shorter than wxf in this shot, even though we know and have seen above the opposite is true, so i wonder if he’s just like 80% slouched under that table hahaha

so nice to see them in casual outfits tho! 

scythe fights are so. cool! big fan of the arcing slashes

yx: :3

yx: >:/

called it!! called it, folks. our friend swoksaar is online. 

indeed, shameless grizzled old wei chen controlled a pretty boy account back in the day. wonder if we’ll get to see 20 yr old wc?

wxf turning to look at yx! (i wonder why they didn’t put captain/vc next to each other tho)

gotta say, royal style’s black w/ gold is nice

intense stare!

i like this shot, w the ee ppl small and under the scythe. v well framed!

eyes look strangely dull hm

need me a pocket yx of confidence

(...why is he taking off the mask rn tho?)

i hope that’s my qi guard. we’re getting so little of wxf/qi breaker in these pvs even compared to the other og ee and it’s making me worried

what kinda thumbs up was that?

also the animation in that shot was super smooth, almost like cgi

super super cool shot!!

:’)

are those gauntlets she’s putting on or smth? so cool tho

im ready to love this girl cmon don’t let me down

i want to know about this universe’s gmy!!

yx’s torso looks weirdly long haha

fingers crossed for some solid char dev

:’) so pretty

looks like he has a beard in this shot

(took me a sec to realize he was pointing his staff and not like... holding his forearm to the air or smth lol)

qtr/yx2 coordination!!!!! it’s so pretty (kinda looks like transmutation circle lol)

(i think tumblr is killing the quality of these images argh)

CHILLS.

HIS EYEBROWS LOL

stole live action yx oal’s mask huh

thats like enough hair to clog a drain wtf

so beautiful?? what is. he asking yx2 milk dad for?? watch him be asking him not to heal him and then he dies

(quiet sobbing) show his full face let us. hear him you cowards...

evil annih is SO pretty in this shot!! smq would be happy :’)

it’s the same shot that was in the other pv, but no green this time. hm...

will not screenshot all of them but but oal silhouetted against the explosion is super pretty

they both look like “ugh here we go again”

...hm if they end this match on yx vs ll+gmy i will be kind of sad ngl “win together” my butt (wheres wxf...)

this is an extraordinarily memeable image, i need to save it

SO cool

super saiyan oal! seventh rank battle spirit! wheres the fanart

beautiful dragon!!

and that’s a wrap folks. we are just under 2 weeks away, let’s gooooo

(wonder if we’ll get one final pv? :0) 

#quan zhi gao shou #qzgs #qzgs movie #for the glory #the king's avatar #qzgs commentary #mine

[ili-akkaman]

Happy birthday, Adri!!

For our dear daughter on her bday. We wish you a happy day, and hopefully, we will meet in a close future to celebrate all this together. From mama and papa with love to you @eien-no-tsuki

@mrsstampede and I created this for your bday. :peepo_love:

A day not to forget

Pairing: Eruri (with a hint of Eremika)

“Ok, I'm on my way. Thanks, Pieck.”

Levi hung up the phone. His daughter's teacher had called him to tell about the fight his 4-year-old little girl had gotten into, and that was something he wasn't willing to allow. Not again.

“Hey, Moblit, could you take charge while I'm gone? I'm going to Mikasa's school,” he said quickly, walking out of the kitchen of his tea shop while taking off his apron. His blond-haired partner nodded, cleaning a coffee pot.

“Is your little lady in trouble again?” Moblit said, giggling. Levi frowned. “Hey, I didn’t say anything. It's ok. I'll take charge.”

“Thanks,” Levi wasn't slow to get out of there and get into his car. This wasn't the first time Mikasa's teacher called him for this, but it seemed that this time it had been worse. Miss Pieck talked about blood and bruises and scratches, letting him know it was urgent. He drove, as fast as the traffic allowed, because he knew his daughter's fists could be quite dangerous.

Well, after all, he had taught her how to fight himself. So it wasn't entirely her fault.

.

“Papa!” Mikasa's little and high-pitched voice made him look at the spot where she was, her dress ripped, hair a mess and fists stained with some bloody marks. Next to her, four little boys also stood; the first and littlest one: a blond, skinny little boy with his round face all beaten. The second one, a green-eyed, messy brown-haired boy with his face swollen and a look of anger. The other two were much worse: their noses bleeding and their skin all scratched and beaten, much, much worse than the blond one's. Levi couldn't help but gasp at the sight. He wasn't the only adult in the room: Miss Pieck, Principal Zoe and the other boys' parents were there too.

“May I know what happened, Miss?”

The tale was told. The two other boys had bullied Armin, the little blond boy, Eren wishing to defend his friend jumped in, ending up all beaten, until Mikasa came to their rescue and punched the bullies, taking them out of game. Her teacher was as astonished as she was indignant to see all this little girl's strength, while the other parents were trying to ask what was up to her...

Levi just picked her up, trying to clean her face.

“You should teach your daughter some manners, sir. And how to be a lady!” yelled the mom of one of the bullies, making Levi get mad.

“At least I can teach my daughter something. I honestly doubt your thuggish son can even learn how to write his name down.”

The outraged mother was about to reply back, but Principal Zoe intervened before a hell could break loose.

“Well, we aren't here to fight but to solve this. So if any of you have some -” The Principal's voice was interrupted when someone opened the door. A tall, blond and blue-eyed man approached them, taking off his coat and hat, as if he had just run a marathon. Armin's little voice rose over the place when he screamed to his papa to pick him up.

“Oh, good Lord, Armin! What happened to you?” Erwin said, all worried. And the story was told to him too, but an argument broke out, finishing as soon as Miss Zoe put an end to it by punishing all the five children. The bullies' parents quickly took their kids, yelling in disagreement as they made their way out. Carla Jaeger, Eren's mom, couldn't be more ashamed and annoyed, but Erwin tried to calm her down the best he could.

“Mrs, this isn't your son's fault. I guess my son needs to learn how to stand up for himself.”

“I’ve told him several times, not to solve things this way, but he never listens,” Carla said with a harsh voice, ironing her son's clothes with her hand. “Anyway, at least I could finally meet Eren's friends. He talks a lot about them. See you soon, gentlemen. My son and I have to go home.” she stated, grabbing Eren's arm. But his other hand was tightly enclosed in Mikasa's.

“I don't want him to go, Papa,” the little girl said, not letting go of her friend's hand. She looked at her dad with puppy eyes, while Eren did the same with his mom. But their looks had no effect on their parents.

“You'll see him tomorrow, Mikasa. Now let go. Eren needs to go home.”

With sadness and tears staining her dark gray eyes, Mikasa set Eren free, as he did to her. Eren waved her and Armin goodbye, trying not to cry until his friends were out of sight.

“Bye, Armin. Bye, Mika,” the little boy said. And he didn't stop looking at her until she disappeared behind the wall when his mom turned right to leave the building and take him home.

Erwin sighed, staring at his little boy's harmed face, worried.

“Honestly, I don't know how a child can do this to another. Makes no sense to me.”

Levi walked out, followed by the blond man and his son.

“I guess some people were just born stupid. I won't scold my daughter for doing what should be done,” Levi said scornfully, a deadpan expression marking his eyebrows. Erwin laughed to himself at how tough this little man seemed to be, despite his height. “And you're right, you need to teach your son how to defend himself.”

“Well, he's just four. I didn't think it was necessary.”

“For Mikasa, it is. You never know when our little shits can find some assholes who thinks they can mess with them. She knows she always has to be one step ahead.”

Armin covered his mouth, amazed at all the bad words he just heard from the black-haired man's speech. Erwin winked at his son, not making a big fuss about it.

“Now I see why my Armin talks a lot about your daughter. She's like a hero to him. And I'm glad for it. My son is not good at making friends.”

“Yeah, Armin is my best friend and Eren too. Right, Armin?” Mikasa said, her little chubby and pale hand trying to catch his friend's. But Levi made her stay in her place in his arms. Armin nodded, his face too hurt to smile.

“I think your son needs medical attention, and these pair of shitheads a good slap. Tch. What kind of parents do they have? Good-for-nothing assholes?”

Armin covered his mouth again. Erwin tried not to laugh. His son wasn't used to hear all these curses in a row.

“Can you, please, curse less? For the children's sake...”

“I think children need to learn the rawness of the real world as soon as they're born.” Levi replied. He was never a kind man, and he never gave a damn about other's opinion. But Erwin never seemed annoyed. On the contrary, he thought that the short man's roughness was quite respectable and amussing.

“I wonder what your wife says when she hears that, Mr...”

“Ackerman. But you can call me Levi. And no, I have no wife. It's just my daughter and I.”

“Oh, I see. Single dad. I'm sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about.”

“Mama died,” Mikasa said, giving zero damns  if her father scolded her or not. Armin said his part too.

“Mama left us. She never came back,” the boy commented as they all made her way to the highway.

“Better this way: just the two of us. Right, my little prince?” Erwin kissed his son's forehead, making him wince slightly. It started raining. Levi walked with Mikasa to his car, while Erwin decided to wait for a taxi in the edge of the sidewalk.

“Hey, you two, get in,” the steel-eyed man said, waving at them. Erwin hesitated, but he walked to the vehicle too, getting Armin in the backseat before going to the passenger's. Levi could be a rough man, but he wasn't a bad one. “I own a tea shop and we're going there. You can treat your son's wounds when we get there and I'll give you two something warm to drink. The little man will get better soon.”

“Thank you for this,” Erwin said, staring at his profile. Meanwhile, Mikasa and Armin seemed happy to be next to each other, inside her dad's car. “It seems you don't need a wife at all. You have a strong young lady back there.”

“You don't need a wife either. Your brat seems to be a nice one.”

Erwin smiled, the blue of his eyes shining when he looked back to watch over his son. Levi turned right and the corner of his eye couldn't help get caught in that smile.

Damn smile. In a way, Erwin's thick eyebrows made him look less kind than he really was.

But pretty handsome. Levi Ackerman cursed himself for thinking like that about a man he had just met.

Erwin thought that he didn't need a wife, but maybe, maybe, a husband wouldn’t be bad. Possibly one like the man who drove them. He shook his head at his thought, laughing on the inside for being so hasty.

Honestly, none of them could imagine that this was just the beginning of a peculiar journey, where Mikasa and Armin could end up being siblings.

This little was the world, and these crazy circumstances could turn out to be.

They made their way to the tea shop with subtle smiles drawn on their lips, their children soon forgetting the skirmish they had gotten into before.

A day not to forget.

#eruri #Erwin Smith #Levi Ackerman #Adriana's bday #hope you have a great day #with love from mama and papa

[rueitae]

For the prompt, 27 July (since my bday is a dum one) Let's so a Lotor/Allura

Only for you, Ritsu, would I attempt this. Wedding with misunderstanding (both of which I ended up being exceptionally vague about and Shiro is Not Helpful and forced me to make this the most chill love triangle you will ever read.) Thanks @sp4c3-0ddity for looking it over for me. (It’s not my fault Lotor is Rapunzel, it wrote itself.)

With this, my birthday prompts are all complete - just in time for the new season!

~~~~

The first time it happened, Lotor had been a child. He didn’t understand what was happening at the time, but the lady in the dark robes and raspy voice had seemed nice enough. He had no concept of what a mother should be like, so he did not question moving in with her to a remote tower far from the castle.

The older he got, the wiser he became. Haggar cared for him about as much as his father, which wasn’t much at all. He was a prisoner in all but name, as was his father’s intent. When one was an immortal emperor, having an heir was a threat to the throne.

Lotor had little interest in ruling, so he left (escaped) the tower and met some friends while exploring freedom for the first time.

They were good friends. Lotor felt at ease with them. For the first time he felt like he could care about others.

His father hadn’t been happy about the escape. Assassins actively sought him and his friends.

Lotor didn’t blame his companions when they tried to turn him over after one of them ended up dead. (His doing admittedly, otherwise Haggar’s dark magic would have endangered the rest of them beyond hope of escape, a fact he unfortunately hadn’t been able to explain to them. He didn’t feel good about it.)

He spent months running on his own, crossing the lands with the only goal of getting as far away from his father as possible.

This was now the third time in his life he’d been kidnapped, and honestly he was amazed the number was that low.

The brigands were all dead now, by his own hand. He had no idea where he was, limping through the forest with a broken arm and large gashes in his side and leg. If he did not receive medical attention soon he would bleed out, though it was still a better option to keep his father guessing whether he was alive or dead verses a more visible and certain execution.

Breathing heavily he pushed through an unusually trim hedge. Someone must live on the other side, someone wealthy enough and hopefully charitable enough they might be able to afford a doctor for a stranger.

The last thing he saw before collapsing was a beautiful woman holding a staff in combat position.

He was almost thankful to her for hitting him with it. It was nice to not feel pain for at least a little while.

~~~~~~

Allura found herself in a predicament.

She had been only weeks old the day she was presented to the court as Princess of Altea, and heir to the throne of the prosperous and happy country, so the situation had been understandably out of her control.

She had been blessed that day with countless gifts from her parents’ many friends and citizens alike. Among them had been an exchange between the King of Altea and the Emperor of Daibaazal. If Zarkon were to have a son, surely he and Allura should be betrothed.

Then she’d received a last minute gift, as her parents had recounted to her time and time again. A humble fortune teller arrived, knelt before her parents, and gave this prediction

Princess Allura will save the life of the man she weds.

The fortune teller vanished. That was it. No further explanation was given.

The single sentence caused an uneasy rift between Alfor and Zarkon. With the birth of Prince Lotor, Zarkon had again proposed to arrange the future marriage of their children.

Alfor had sided with the words of the fortune teller. There was more of a chance for true love, he reasoned

Zarkon hadn’t taken it well, withdrawing back to his kingdom, never seen in Altea again.

Allura had spent much of her formative years in preparation for whatever form ‘saving a life’ would take. Military training, diplomacy, and an especially wide berth of medical knowledge were handed down to her. Here now, as she looked upon the man in the hospital bed, it seemed she had fulfilled her part of the prophecy.

This was the predicament:  this was the second man she had saved from certain death.

“Everything alright, Princess?” asked the first man.

Allura snapped to attention at the question. Formerly half asleep and upright in the chair, she turned to face Shiro, who still held the door open slightly and awaited permission to enter.

She nodded. “I am fine. Coran says our guest should make a full recovery,” she said with a forced smile.

“In that case, you should get some rest,” Shiro said. His tone held only concern as he gently placed an encouraging hand on her shoulder. “You’ve been here for hours. There’s nothing more you can do for him.”

Allura frowned, her focus once again on the face of the young man. He was clearly Galra, a fascinating twist as Zarkon cut off ties to Altea decades ago. The few reports of Daibazaal that reached Altea were not encouraging. Zarkon had turned to madness, and it was rumored that he neglected his country in his obsessive search for immortality. No one knew what had become of his son.

“I do not want to assume anything, but I worry his presence here is only the beginning of something dreadful,” she confided.

“Or something good,” Shiro commented with a wry grin. “You saved his life. Maybe he can tell us what has been happening behind Daibazaal’s magic barrier.”

His words didn’t surprise her; he was leader of her Paladins, after all.

Allura turned back to him, feeling increasingly troubled. “I’m not sure hitting him with my staff was saving his life.”

“Except that rendering him unconscious allowed the doctors to find the shrapnel quicker. He would have died, Allura. You did save his life.”

“Shiro,” Allura said sternly, locking eyes with him before dissolving into uncertainty. “I rescued you already.”

Shiro nodded, a warm smile on his face. “You did. One prophecy doesn’t own you, Allura. No more than my past controls me. If the fortune teller was right, then it will happen how you want it to. Give him a chance.”

She pressed her lips together, suppressing a smile. “You’ve been spending too much time with Coran, and Father for that matter,” she lightly scolded. “Thank you, Shiro, for the reminder. I needed that.”

“My pleasure, Princess.”

A low moan alerted the two that they were no longer alone in their conversation. The Galra man’s eyes opened slowly and groggily. His irises were a brilliant blue, a shock to see among the typically black feature, but still ringed by yellow.

His confused gaze landed on Allura and Shiro, his mouth opening with a question, but she did not give him the chance to speak first.

“Good morning. Are you feeling better?”

“Where am I?” he asked instead. His eyes scanned the room with increasing frenzy, like a cornered animal.

“You are in Altea, within the Castle, specifically the hospital wing,” Allura explained evenly. She kept an amicable smile firmly in place. “You suffered severe blood loss from multiple wounds, in addition to a concussion from blunt force to the head,” she finished, flushed and embarrassed. “That was my fault, and I apologize for injuring you further.”

“The healers say you’ll be fine after a couple days of rest,” Shiro added from his standing position behind Allura. “I should thank you. That blow was meant for me. Bad luck coming in on our training session.” He spoke with sympathy, but there was definite humor in his tone.

The man did not seem to find it amusing, remaining understandably jittery, but at the information, he relaxed slightly. “I see,” he said. “You have my thanks. I would not have survived without your hospitality.”

Allura maintained her diplomatic smile in an attempt not to give away her flinch. He did not know who she was. He was not invoking the fortune teller’s words on purpose, so she could not hold that against him. But not introducing herself could no longer wait.

“Aid all in need is the code of the Paladins of Voltron, and you certainly needed aid. I am Princess Allura. This is Shiro; he leads the Paladins under my direction.”

The young man stared at the two of them for a pregnant pause. Allura supposed it was normal. Despite her attempts at being a common sight around town, citizens would often have a starstruck reaction to her. She and Shiro would give him the time he needed to collect himself.

“This makes things a tad easier,” he eventually said. “I am Lotor, former prince of the Galra Empire. The pleasure is mine.” He smiled, simultaneously sad and amused. “You were the one who saved me after all, Princess.”

~~~~

Waking up in the care of the Altean princess was more of a boon than Lotor could have hoped for. Not only was he alive, but this was the last place his father would seek him out.

It was nice to have the company of someone who did not want him dead for the first time in months.

It also tested his traditional monarchal knowledge. Princesses, especially those next in line to the throne, did not typically take time out of their day to bring meals to hospital patients.

She sat at his bedside once giving him a bowl of green mush. Not the tastiest meal, but easy to swallow and full of nutrition.

Lotor lay his reading material on his lap, a warm blanket between the tablet and his legs. “Princess, you are too kind bringing me meals like this. Surely there are others not as inundated with duties. I’m sure I could walk to the kitchen now if needed.”

“I’m afraid I have ulterior motives,” Allura admitted. Her expression flashed between sadness and confusion. “You are the first Galra we’ve seen in deca-pheobs. I was hoping you would be able to tell us what Zarkon is planning. Our people fear war.”

He could not help but sigh. “Shiro has already questioned me at length. I’m not sure if I can provide you with anything useful.”

“I know, I’ve already spoken with him,” she said. ”I realize he was distant, but perhaps you might have seen something in the Witch’s tower?”

“Nothing comes to mind,” he said quickly. His thoughts were still in recovery, and he could not recall anything that might help his rescuers. “If something does, I will be sure to tell you. I’m afraid I have nowhere else to go.”

“We are… glad to have you here,” Allura said diplomatically.

Lotor could tell it was forced, and he could not help becoming suspicious. He supposed he should not be surprised. Exiled he may be, but he was still a prince, a title synonymous with bargaining chip.

“Princess, please, I would prefer not to dawdle, “ he implored of her. “Do you plan on ransoming me to my Father?”

Lotor was surprised, and heartened, by the gasp of surprise from the Princess. “No! Nothing of the sort! Would that not mean death for you?”

“Most certainly,” he confirmed, concerned that he said the wrong thing to his host, one who seemed to wish to keep him alive. “I apologize for bringing it up. You seemed conflicted, and I feared the worst.”

“No, oh no,” she assured him. “It isn’t even being considered. You are welcome to stay here for as long as you like, even after you recover.”

“I think I would like to stay, if it doesn’t trouble you,” he said, allowing himself a soft smile. To have royal protection was beyond what he could have hoped for. “You have been overly kind to the son of your enemy.”

Allura faltered in her expression slightly, the hint of conflict returning to her features. “That was not always the case. I’ve been told our fathers used to be friends. So much so that you and I may have been betrothed if fate had not other plans.”

This was news, and Lotor could not hide his surprise. His brows furrowed, trying to make sense between the man who sired him and the father Allura spoke of. “I suppose it was his first attempt to be rid of me,” he guessed. He closed his eyes, resigned to that explanation. “King Alfor had none of it?”

“That’s… a bit more complicated,” Allura admitted. “The only reason we are not is because a fortune teller told my parents I would save my future husband’s life.”

“…but you saved my life,” Lotor stated slowly and carefully, making sure he understood the meaning behind Allura’s words.

“Yes,” Allura said. “I’m afraid this whole situation is a bit messy. You see, I also saved Shiro from one of Zarkon’s laboratories.”

“That does leave things rather… vague,” he offered, his own brow wrinkling at the puzzle.

Allura perked up and clasped her hands together excitedly. “So you understand then? Excellent. We will begin tomorrow!”

Lotor blinked. The metaphorical gears in his brain ground to a halt as he strained to connect their conversation to her gleeful attitude. “Begin… what?”

“The courting, of course,” she said as if it was obvious. “We know practically nothing about one another, and I’d prefer not to leave any stone unturned.”

Lotor’s mouth went dry, an unfortunate consequence of leaving his jaw hanging open. He berated himself. Exiled he might have been, but he had been raised with manners.

“Isn’t this a bit much?” he asked.

“Well, it isn’t as if we’re serious. We did just meet,” she told him matter of factly, “and there is no timetable. If we don’t feel like a relationship would work, then that’s all there is to it.”

“I’m still not sure this is entirely a good idea.”

“You don’t exactly have anywhere to go, and you did say you’d like to stay,” she countered.

As he looked into her bright eyes and wide, eagar smile, Lotor could not help but consent that she was right. Like it or not, he was at Altea’s mercy. She had not been the worst of company during his bedrest.

This just hadn’t been at all what he had expected, but he would take humoring the Princess over bleeding out alone in the woods.

~~~~

“Are you sure you’re alright? Do you need the walking stick?”

“I’m fine. We haven’t been walking for very long.”

Silence.

“I do not want your leg to give out just because I bullied you to go out to lunch with me.”

Lotor stopped in his tracks and nearly fell backwards to avoid running into Allura, who had inserted herself without preamble in his path. She caught his hands in her own to pull him upright and exclaimed, “Sorry!”

He did not want her to feel badly, as he owed her his life. He held her hands for a moment longer than necessary and reinforced the gesture with a calculated but genuine smile. “You only needed to ask. I am grateful to be out of a bed and thankful for your company regardless.”

Allura blushed and turned away. “Yes, well, a hospital really isn’t the best of places to get to know someone.” She brightened. “The place we are going is perfect.”

Lotor was grateful the place was not one of the more upscale establishments around the city. He wasn’t sure he would have been able to fit in with his lack of social etiquette. As he sat down at the communal table, he did become increasingly hyper aware that he and Allura were the only patrons.

“I would have expected this place to be busier at this time,” he commented. His eyes wandered across to the bar area, and up to the multitude of weapons and armor that decorated the walls. A bulletin of bounties stretched on the far wall. Stairs led to a loft overlooking the dining room, additional seating available there. His instincts told him he shouldn’t be here, that he was too much in the open.

“I asked the Paladins to close today so we could have space to talk. Should we end up discussing Zarkon, I’d rather it not be overheard by public ears just yet,” Allura explained. “The citizens are quite used to us closing for mission-related business.”

“The Paladins? Aren’t they your bodyguards?”

“Not exactly,” Allura said. “They act as such when needed, but they mainly act as an elite unit of the Altean Guard. Their work is generally more proactive rather than defensive. We work together to run this tavern. A wealth of information comes through from travelers and we act on it when possible.”

Lotor relaxed slightly, but only just. The Paladins of Voltron were a fighting force to be reckoned with. He had heard tales of their exploits while traveling, and while he had initially only raised his eyebrow that he had met their captain and benefactor, it now completely unnerved him to know he was in their domain - their base.

Allura gave him a reassuring smile. “I promise no harm will come to you. You have my word as their leader.”

Not a moment later, an arrow struck dead center of the table.

Before either royal could rise from their seats in shock, a man in red clothing jumped onto the table and deflected yet another oncoming arrow with his knife. Without acknowledging either of them he sprung forward, grabbing a low hanging light fixture with one arm and using it to propel himself across the room.

“Dangit, Keith, stop showing off!” yelled a male voice from above. A man wearing predominantly blue stood in the loft, bow and arrow at the ready for another shot as the man in red climbed towards him.

“You talk too much, Lance,” Keith said with a grin. He shoved his blade into the floor next to Lance, who lowered his bow and threw Keith an exasperated look.

“I’m trying to give them a show,” he said dramatically. He flung an arm out to gesture to Lotor and Allura. “You know, show off the marksman skills of Voltron. You weren’t supposed to show up until later,” he accused.

A single eye of Allura’s twitched. “Lance, Keith, I appreciate the thought, but Lotor is not that comfortable here yet.” She turned to him, an apologetic smile. “Lotor, this is Lance and Keith, both are Paladins - whom I thought were out with Shiro,” she finished with a pointed glare.

Lance opened his mouth, but Keith interrupted, “Pidge went instead.”

Lance glared, although it wasn’t entirely in animosity. “We thought that since we had the afternoon free, we’d help you figure this guy out,” Lance said confidently. Lotor couldn’t help but catch the hint of smugness that underlined it. He braced himself for the snide comment to follow, far too used to other persons of Lance’s character.

Instead, Lance deflated comically. “This guy was traveling and was laid up for a few days? How in the Four Realms is he prettier than me?”

Lotor looked to the other occupants of the room. Allura and Keith were unphased and wholly unimpressed.

“Seriously, Lance?” Keith droned.

“What? It’s not fair if I spend hours of my day to look perfect, but he’s able to do it with no effort.”

Allura closed her eyes, twitching slightly, then inhaled and exhaled slowly. “As long as the two of you are here, would you do me a favor and bring out the food from the back? I did tell you we were here for lunch.”

“The leftovers from yesterday?” Keith said. “I think there’s still some sti - “

“No. Nonononono,” a new voice interrupted. “We are not serving a guest leftovers.”

A man in yellow stood behind the bar and opened the side door that led out to the rest of the room. Lotor made a mental note not to make this one angry. His size and growing scowl made him wary, and. he could not help stiffening as the man approached him.

“Hunk, your cooking is delicious. I was looking forward to it,” Allura said, sounding disappointed.

“I’ll make something fresh, he deserves that much after eating food goo for three days,” Hunk said to Allura before scrutinizing Lotor. “How does mashed potatoes sound?”

“Whatever you’d like,” Lotor said cautiously. “I would be happy to try it.”

The silence was deafening.

“You’ve never had mashed potatoes,” Lance stated, voice filled with awe and disbelief. Keith mirrored the look, though his expression softened to concern.

“No,” Lotor answered with a frown. “Cooking was not on the Witch’s list of priorities. The trail rations provided all the necessary nourishment, so there was never a need to eat anything else.”

Hunk’s mouth hung open in astonishment. “This can’t stand.” He turned to Allura. “Can you hold off eating for another ten minutes? I can get something whipped up by then.”

Lotor flushed, unused to the positive attention. ”You needn’t concern yourself with me. As long as the food is filling, it is appreciated.”

“Allura,” Hunk said with a hint of desperation. He pointed to Lotor. “This man has probably never had a decent and tasteful meal in his life. Ten minutes.”

Allura sighed, but smiled. “Hunk, it would be a pleasure if you could cook something for us.”

Hunk brightened and wrapped Keith and Lance in each of his arms. “I’ll need your help, guys.”

The boys protested weakly, but it did not take long before all three disappeared into the kitchen.

“Now you’ve met four of the Paladins,” Allura said, turning to Lotor with not quite an embarrassed smile. “I’m glad you have the opportunity to meet them here instead of on a mission. I could not ask for a better group to work with.”

“They are enthusiastic,” Lotor conceded. The two of them sat back down at the table. “I suppose we have more time than anticipated.”

“All for the better,” Allura assured him. She frowned. “You aren’t uncomfortable, are you? I am the first to admit this is a bit insane. All of this because of some silly fortune from before I could even crawl.”

Lotor considered his next words carefully. He didn’t want to anger her in any way. “I do not like the idea of pursuing something Zarkon sought,” he said thoughtfully, managing a warm smile. “Although I have enjoyed your company quite a bit these last few days.”

“Then let’s spend this time as friends. Nothing more,” she said with a smile of her own. “I can at least pretend this prophecy does not exist for today.” Holding a fist up to her mouth, she cleared her throat. “Shiro told me the tower you lived in is not that far from the border of Altea and Daibazaal.”

“Visitors were few and far between,” Lotor confirmed. He laced his fingers together, resting his arms on the table. “I would be most concerned about the Witch’s magic. Her methods of extracting quintessence will be devastating once it can be harnessed en masse.”

“As you’ve said,” Allura acknowledged. “Father told me this morning that he sent out scouts to the area. We are hopeful they will come back with information pertinent to what you’ve already told us.”

Lotor paled. “For their sakes I hope they made their peace. She will not let them live. We can only pray their deaths will be swift. I would not recommend sending anyone to retrieve the bodies.”

Allura’s eyes went wide. “Perhaps if we leave now, we can save them.”

Lotor shook his head. “I’ve studied the maps my whole life. You will not make it. I do not want to lose you.” A fool, he realized. Altea could not afford to lose her. He had made it unintentionally personal.

They delved into an awkward silence as Allura blushed, her mouth fluttering between agape and a toothy smile.

Loud voices and the clinking of dishes from the kitchen was a thankful reprieve. Lance appeared first carrying a dish towel and a candle, and Keith followed holding a tray with two bowls on it.

“Don’t drop it, Keith.”

“I’m not going to drop it. Just keep walking so I don’t run into you.”

Lance smiled brightly as he strode up to the table. With a snap, he straightened the towel and laid it across the table, placing a candle on top of it. At the same time, Keith set the bowls in front of both Lotor and Allura. Rigid, Lance closed his eyes and snapped his fingers. “The soup, Keith.”

“They already have it,” Keith replied dryly.

Lance’s eyes flew open and he squawked at the sight. He glared at Keith. “We agreed you were going to wait until I set the mood.”

“Yeah, and I did. The soup on top of the towel.”

“It’s a tablecloth! Do you not have any romantic sense?”

Keith slouched, not impressed. “Better they have it warm. You heard Hunk.”

“Fine,” Lance groaned, crossing his arms in annoyance. “At least light the candle, please.”

Keith snapped his fingers over the candle and it lit with a noticeably more reddish flame. “I’m going back to the kitchen.”

Lance glared at him as he left. He cleared his throat as he turned. “My apologies. The soup is onion, with the chef’s special broth.” He bowed. “Please enjoy.”

Once he left, Lotor looked from his own soup to Allura, who was already eating. “Had Keith not created the flame, I would have wondered if they truly are the fabled Paladins of Voltron.”

“I wouldn’t have them any other way,” Allura said, then frowned thoughtfully “Although when I first met them, I was a bit concerned. Rest assured when you see them in action you will understand.”

“Do you go to battle with them often?”

“When I’m able,” Allura confirmed. “We are better as a group rather than individually. It helps keep Pidge’s mission board relatively clean when we can split into groups of two or three.” She gestured to the far wall, where Lotor had noticed various bounty posters and help wanted signs. “I can show you later if you’d like. Try the soup; it’s best warm.”

Lotor did, bringing a spoonful of soup into his mouth and testing it with his tongue. He had known objectively that there was more to food than the gooey rations he’d had in the castle hospital and what he’d lived on in the tower. This was his first experience. He’d not had the luxury of stopping in taverns for a meal while traveling with his old friends.

Despite the warmth of the soup, his hands and heart felt very cold at their memory. It was difficult to enjoy. He smiled anyway. “It is very good. Worth the wait.”

Allura’s bemused look quickly turned into concern. Lotor berated himself for whatever part of his expression had given his sour reminiscence away. He was grateful she did not press the issue.

“What kinds of things do you like to do for fun?” she asked instead.

He considered the question for a few moments. “I’m not sure if it was purely ‘fun’, but I greatly enjoyed reading historical texts. I like knowing about my ancestors.”

Allura perked up. “Like Oriande and the origin of Altea?” Nearly as soon as she spoke she flushed. “I’m sorry, I mean, if there was a Galra equivalent of that story.”

Lotor could not hold back a genuine smile. “Exactly the type, Princess. I am part Altean myself. I read all the books I was able on both cultures.”

He had anticipated her astonished face, and did his very best to hold back laughter as the Princess of Altea nearly spit out her soup. “You are? Then that would mean - that means your mother is Honerva.”

“I never knew her personally,” Lotor said sadly. “I am told she was a great lady. The volumes of her research kept me occupied as I grew.” He smirked as he reminisced about his younger self, fashioning himself a brilliant scientist in his own right.

Allura smiled, leaning her head up in memory. “Even in Altea she was at the forefront of scientific advancement.”

Lotor frowned and held eyes only for his soup, stirring his spoon in the bowl aimlessly. “I would have very much liked to have known her.”

“There is much about Honerva in the Castle library,” Allura said, a sympathetic smile on her face. “We can go there after lunch and I can show you some of Coran’s favorite biographies.”

His heart melted at the gesture, and he was very pleased at the amount of news he had good reason to smile over. He returned the soft smile easily. “I would very much like that. Thank you, Princess.”

The door to the outside of the building swung open without warning, slamming against the wall before teetering back and forth. A young woman in green bent over breathless in the threshold.

“Allura,” she wheezed. “We have a problem.”

The princess stood up and rushed to her side quickly. “Pidge, are you alright? Breathe first, please.”

Lotor followed, a sinking feeling in his stomach as Pidge inhaled and exhaled.

Once she had caught her breath, her eyes landed on Lotor. His breath hitched at the sympathy he saw in them.

“A Galra courier just arrived at the Castle,” she explained worriedly. “Zarkon knows Lotor is here and is demanding his return to Daibazaal.”

~~~~

The courier left the throne room. They could now deliberate without a scrutinizing eye. Beside the king, his good friend and trusted advisor Coran had already been a careful ear. Shiro also joined them, remaining quiet as Alfor and his daughter traded words.

“This is ridiculous. Father we cannot,” she stressed. “Zarkon will kill him. There is nothing to debate.”

“We have little choice, Allura. There is not time to assemble the army away from the borders,” Alfor said with a regretful frown. “I’m so sorry, son. We can fake your escape from the Castle, at the very least.”

Lotor closed his eyes, a pained sigh as he resigned himself to his fate at his father’s hands. “I understand, Your Majesty,” he said sincerely. “I thank you for the time you have been able to afford me.”

It seemed third time was not the charm. He would be carried off in chains for the fourth time in his life.

Beside him, Allura stiffened. Her back straightened while bright blue eyes shone with determination. “We do have reason for Lotor to stay - a diplomatic one,” she said clearly. Lotor blinked in surprise as she took his hand in hers, gaze never leaving her father. “He is my fiancé.”

“What?” Alfor asked neutrally, more in a state of shock than surprise.

“What?!” Coran was perfectly content to showcase his surprise in the most overt manner possible.

Shiro blinked, then shrugged, as if he’d expected this. An unmistakably proud grin formed across his face.

“Princess, what are you doing?” Lotor demanded. His mind and heart whirled with emotions. The signing of his death warrant to apparent engagement - it was almost too much to process.

Allura merely smiled,a mischievous glint sparking in her eyes. Her face looked more at peace than at any other time she had discussed her martial destiny. “I’m saving your life,” she said simply. “You said you wanted to stay, didn’t you?”

His eyes widened. “I did not intend it as a proposal,” he said, still in a state of shock.

“It would give us grounds to give you permanent sanctuary,” Alfor added slowly. “Ironic we end up with the very circumstance that tore us apart. Certainly not how I imagined the fortune teller’s prophecy to come true.”

“I’ve known you for four days.” It wasn’t a protest, just a statement, but his face held an incredulous frown.

“You should hear how she adopted all of her Paladins,” Shiro interjected, an ornery grin on his face. “We talked for five minutes while I lay in a hospital bed, and she appointed me head of them.”

Before Lotor could say a thing, Allura rested her hand on his arm, turning him to face her instead of Shiro. “This will give us time,” she advised softly. “We could remain engaged for the rest of our lives if we wanted, and stay friends. If love eventually becomes a part of it, then so be it.” She grinned. “Also you saw how angry Hunk was that we couldn’t finish lunch. I can’t let you go without trying all of his recipes.”

Lotor paused heavily before he sighed and took her other hand with his own. For the first time since the messenger arrived, he genuinely smiled. “It would be my pleasure to court you, Princess. If you’ll have me.”

Allura smiled brightly. “It would,” she confirmed.

“Well,” Shiro said with a tired sigh, “looks like I’ll have to add another chair to the upstairs table.”

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