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heartpiratedrabbles · 3 months

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Marital Problems

Prompt: "Open your mouth for me baby..."

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Katakuri X Fem Reader

You were sitting looking out the window at the upcoming tea party that Big Mom was going to host. It was nerve-wracking being around your mother-in-law but as time went on, you had learned how to avoid her gaze and orders. You had been sold off for marriage in exchange for protection of your kingdom. You’re rather certain the deal had went haywire when you’re father kept making demands but thankfully at that point you had been long since married to your husband and Big Mom didn’t seem to care as long as you didn’t cause any problems.

All things being said you really didn’t mind, being the wife of the Minister of Flour had its perks and everyone in town knew you. It was only times when Big Mom called her children for a tea party and thus their spouses that your nerves became a wreck. You’re wedding had been about a year ago, it was the most you had seen of your husband since he had a whole week off afterwards. Ever since though he had barely spent a day with you, sometimes coming in at night to check on you before disappearing to God knows where.

It’s not that you were on bad terms with Katakuri, he did often make some time to spend an hour or two with you every now and then but you had never seen him relax. And despite being married for over a year now, you had yet to consummate the marriage. Not that it had truly mattered to you, but it was rather embarrassing when the person who’s supposed to be your husband walks in on you taking care of yourself. His mysterious personality and towering figure certainly gave you enough to fantasize about, but as luck would have it, your husband must’ve had a steel resolve, often just muttering a sorry for interrupting before leaving you frustrated.

It also didn’t help that Daifuku and Oven’s wives had gotten pregnant recently, both of whom had gotten married within the same month as you and Katakuri. The mixture of sexual frustration, baby fever, and wife talks had slowly made you more forward in your wants.

Katakuri. Your husband. Your husband. Had yet to even touch you. Even at the wedding, he had leaned in close, but he had kept that damned scarf on, something you had thought was strangely cute for your shy yet powerful husband, but now had been a daunting reminder of how closed off he still was. “Are you ready Y/N?” Katakuri’s voice rang in your ears snapping you out of your daze. You turn around to where he was standing at the door, hand outreached for you to follow him.

“Of course, dear.” You smiled walking next to him, he gently placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed lightly, “Guard duty again?” He hums in response before escorting you to your seat.

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You slightly jab at the cake in front of you, this was meant to be a social event but you couldn’t help to stare at how doting Oven was to his wife. Even Daifuku had come along with a small gift before leaving and now you were in the mindless conversations again of the girls first nights with their husbands. Talks of how thair own husbands made it worth their while. You often talked of how you adored Katakuri yourself but always fell short when it came to intimate details, most of the time they just thought you shy on the matter. As their talks became more detailed you couldn’t help but fantasize about your ever-absent husband.

The thought of him finally losing control, picking you up and throwing you on the bed. Ripping your clothes off with his hands before finally removing his scarf to ravish your body. Leaving marks all the way up and down your body as you breathlessly moan for more.

You imagine how it would feel to be pushed to your knees as he sat in front of you, his cock right in front of you to enjoy. You wondered how he’d react when you lick the tip, before slowly leaving a trail of saliva on the underside before making your way back up to purse your lips around his throbbing member. How he'd demand you to finally take him in your mouth.

“Open your mouth for me baby…” You jump at your husband’s voice right in your ear, your face becoming the deepest shade of red it had ever been and a slight gasp that sounded closer to a moan escapes your lips. You look over to see where your husband had been holding a fork full of cake for you, not realizing what the words he said had done to you. You could hear the other wives chuckling at your reaction but pushed the thoughts aside as you slowly opened your mouth to be fed. “I noticed you hadn’t eaten anything this entire time, are you feeling sick?”

Oh. You’re poor, oblivious husband. He doesn’t realize just how much of a pervert he married to be fanaticizing about such things in front of most of his family, “I’m alright babe… just. Tired.” He looks down at you quizzically before glancing over at the giggling wives for context.

“Oh I’m sure she’s tired.”

“Probably just imagine your guy’s first night together. It must’ve been a doozy with how she refuses to tell us anything,”

“She’s always daydreaming about you but never gives us the details!” Their giggling continued and you shot up from your chair as your embarrassment rises.

“I uh. Gotta go, I’ll meet you back home” You say quickly, escaping the social interaction as you head back to a ship that would take to Flour Town. You could hear them continue to talk about how much you adore him but are too shy for your own good and quicken your pace.

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You rush back to your room the second you had gotten home. The ride back had been awkward and let your mind stew over everything and it had all only wrapped around back to you wanting more from your husband. You pace back and forth, knowing Katakuri he’d probably just think you had a small fever, but what had they said to him after you left?

You groan before flopping onto the bed, you had chosen this one specifically because it was large enough for Katakuri to starfish on and still have room for you, but since the purchase it had only ever been used by you. Your mind thinks back to the words he said. “Open your mouth for me baby,” his deep voice penetrated your mind as you let your imagination go back to your previous fantasy.

You close your eyes fully immersing yourself as you slip one hand under your shirt while the other wraps around your jaw, thumb on your lip. You imagine it as Katakuri’s hand, despite the obvious size distant and slowly open your mouth. You imagine the look on Katakuri’s face as you let his thumb push down on your tongue as you glance up, opening your jaw further. You’d imagine he swear under his breath before pushing more fingers in your mouth, you happily wrapping your lips around them.

The thought of his breath hitching as you suck, all the while he slowly pumps his finger in and out, feeling your tongue wrap around them. You moan into the feeling as he shoves his fingers deeper, scissoring them apart before pulling them out completely. The imagine of a string of saliva still connected from your lips to his fingers before he flips you onto your stomach and propping your ass up slightly. Slowly circling the wet finger between your folds, ignoring how wet you already are.

The moan that escapes your lips as you try to grind back, hoping for his digits to intrude. Begging slightly for anything before feeling them slowly enter you, working their way deeper. You rock your hips as the fingers pump in and out, widening you, as his thumb played with your clit. You cry out his name wanting more.

And that’s when you hear it. Stopping your own ministrations and bringing your fantasy to a fast halt. Your eyes snapping open but not seeing much as your face was pressed into the bed. You quickly remove your hands from under your clothes, quickly flipping over to sit on the bed while grabbing the blanket to hide your shame as you look at the man in front of you. Your own husband, whom was leaning against a bed post was staring at you with something in his eyes, and while you had adjusted yourself to sit facing him, you were avoiding eye contact. His arms were crossed and you could see his fingers digging into his arms and his eyes bore into you waiting for a response.

“Y/N,” His voice cooed out and it sent your nerves flying as he leaned over you, “Is this why you left the tea party early?” He slowly reaches a hand out to wrap around your wrist, pulling it the blanket would stop covering you. Your thighs were pressed together, slightly rubbing against each other.

You stayed silent, he has never reacted this way to walking in on you, he’d always leave as quickly as he had entered. But this time, it seemed as though he was watching you when you finally opened your eyes. His voice was slower and more stern and it was making you crazy. “Is it true what they said?” You give him a quizzical look before realizing just how close he was to you, the fur on his scarf practically brushing against you, “That you absolutely adore me? And can’t wait to have ‘mini’ me’s running around?”

Your eyes widen as you try to stammer something out but are too tongue tied to let even a single comprehensible word escape your lips and he leans back amused at your reaction. You finally take a deep breathe before coming to a resolve and looking at him dead on, “You’re my husband Katakuri, of course I adore you. I vowed to stay with you for the rest of my life and I meant it. I may have been brought here as an arranged marriage but there wasn’t a second that I would change how things ended up.” You can hear him take a deep breath himself but remain silent, “Well… I would change one thing…” You break your eye contact, slowly tracing your eyes down toward his pants before snapping them back up.

“Bloody hell Y/N.” He finally breathes out before sitting down next to you. Your eyes widen a bit, seeing him sitting is new, different. He’s still towering over you but it’s the first time you’ve seen your husband actually sit he grabs both your shoulders and moves you to face him. “I’ve never touched you because I thought you wouldn’t want it-“

“That’s ridiculous! I want all of you. You can’t imagine how much I want you Katakuri,” You reply and you ball up your fists in frustration. “I know you have this ‘must be perfect’ thought process but I love you regardless. I don’t care about any of you so called imperfections. You’re perfect in your own right and I wish you’d relax around me. In fact, I hope I’m the only person you can let your guard down around because that means I can just monopolize who you are to myself.” You huff out your haphazard confession, crossing your arms and looking away.

One of Katakuri’s hand leaves your shoulder and you see him placing it over his already covered face, obscuring the slight tint that had risen on his upper cheeks, his own eyes averting their gaze away from you. With a couple of seconds, he sighs and looks at you again. “Before we go farther, I have to show you something,” He puts his hand up to his scarf, “If you change your mind. It’s okay.” He whispers the last part in a voice so vulnerable you didn’t think it was from your husband for a second.

You scoff at the idea of changing your mind but just nod in response to him as he pulls his scarf down. He refuses to look at you as you see the lower half of his face for the first time. The scars that had peaked out from the scarf stretching down to either side of his wide mouth with 4 sharp fangs poking out from his lips. You reach a hand up to touch his cheek and you feel him shudder slightly underneath the touch, you run your thumb over his bottom lip, before running into one of his teeth, pulling down on the lip to reveal a sharp row of teeth underneath.

Katakuri clearly was not expecting this type of reaction from you as he froze under your touch, only his eyes moving to studying your face before you look up at him with a smile. “You can finally kiss the bride!” you teasingly say waiting for him to process your words.

You decide to take the lead and sit up to lean in closer, stopping just inches away from his lips. “You’d only be a year late to it~” both your hands on either side of his face as you look in his eyes. He seems to finally come to terms with your choice and hesitantly leans in to kiss you.

It’s soft and weak, and for the first time since being married you felt a desire that you couldn’t stop yourself to control. You snake one of your hands around his shoulder while the other travels behind his head to tug at his hair, deepening the kiss.

You lick his lips and he parts his, the sloppy first kiss of your husband. You stop at the realization, leaning back for a second to catch your breath as the further implications of your sheltered shy husband opening up to you entails. Your thoughts turn into hungry desire as you go back in for another slopping kiss, adjusting your legs to be wrapped around his waist, sitting on top of him.

Katakuri is finally able to push you back for a second, you catching your breath as his eyes meet yours, “Is there anything else I missed in the first year?” His implications were clear enough for you and made you groan in desire.

You immediately grind your hips down, feeling the growing bulge underneath you as you go to push off his vest. Only leaning away from your husband as you rip the dreaded scarf off his head entirely before peppering his cheeks and lips with kisses, “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you~” you moan out.

You can feel your husband chuckle as he pushes your shirt up and over your head, “Oh I think I saw it often enough to have some sort of idea” He rubs your thighs with his hands, “I was standing there for quite some time Y/N” He leaned down to whisper right into your ear. He pushes you back onto the bed, ripping his gloves off before gently grabbing your jaw, his thumb pressing against your lips, “I believe it was something like this?” He questions rather confidently as you open your mouth, realizing just how big his hands really are. You flick your tongue at his thumb before wrapping your lips around it, sucking on the appendage.

He watches you closely as you reach down to remove yourself of your shorts, slightly bobbing your head. You struggle to get your shorts off an ankle and Katakuri helps by ripping the clothing off the rest of the way, leaving you fully bare. He hovers his hand above you for a second, hesitation, “Tell me if I hurt you alright love?” You moan around his thumb nodding before he gingerly circles around your entrance, pushing his digit in slightly.

His singular finger is so much thicker than what you would have imagined and moan at the intrusion. Katakuri takes his thumb away from your warm mouth and caressed your body, moving from your waist to your stomach, ghosting over your breasts. Lightly squeezing whenever he pleases.

A second finger presses in to you and you roll your hips wanting more, the stretching feeling better than nothing but your lust-filled mind needing more. You groan out your husband’s name as he curls his finger, hitting a bundle of nerves. At the sudden shudder of your body Katakuri removes his hands sitting back with concern in his eyes.

“Katakuri~ Please. I need you” You moan, grabbing his wrist, bringing his wet fingers to your lips, “I want you inside me, I felt good” You give him puppy dog eyes as you lick your own slick off him and you see him blink, taking his time to process the scene in front of him.

You quickly move to sit back up, placing a hand on Katakuri’s shoulder gently shoving him, knowing full well he wouldn’t budge if he didn’t want to. He blinks for a second before slowly laying back to watch what you’ll do next. You take a deep breath and undo his buckle, glancing up to see him intently staring.

A blush rises on your cheek as you look back at what’s in front of you, quickly unzipping his pants. You can see the rather large bulge peaking through his boxers and you take a second before slowly reaching to release his length. It’s larger than you could have expected and you’re filled with a sudden desire and dread.

Determination fills your mind and you give his tip a small kiss before slowly taking him in your mouth. Your jaw having to widen much more than you’d wish but the groan above you fills you with more pleasure. You rub your thighs as you slowly bob your head, feeling how wet you are.

You realize just how empty you feel and with a pop you remove your mouth, moving up so his dick caresses your entrance. Your rock back and the forth, his cock twitching at the warmth and Katakuri curses a bit before gently grabbing your hips. You look down to see him panting beneath you, his eyes lidded over. You raise your hips, leaning down to aim his top right at your entrance, the gentle prod encouraging you.

You slowly sink down, the tip stretching to make you moan, you move your hands to his chest to help prop you up as you feel the slight burn of stretch. Rocking up and down slowly, getting use to more and more until it becomes too much. Your breath hitches at how full you feel. This is what you’ve wanted for so long but you can’t imagine taking any more.

A groan of pain escapes your lips as you try to take more of his lips and you immediately feel Katakuri’s grip tighten, lifting you slightly and pulling you to his chest, “You don’t have to force yourself Y/N.” One hand moves to your hair, the other wrapping around your back, “This is more than enough for now.” His voice purrs in your ears but you just pout in his chest.

“I want all of you though,” You moan into his chest, rocking on what length is already in you, only being stopped by the firm arm wrapped around you.

“We can work on that later, no need to hurt yourself in the meantime,” He pumps his hip slowly, not going too deep and your mind flutters at the thought of doing this more often. He kisses the top of your head and you moan at this being tenderly loved feeling. Soon enough you can feel the pressure build and you moan for Katakuri. You lean up to kiss him, to which he gladly obliges and without thinking you cum yourself, rotating your hips to carve into your mind just how full you feel in the moment.

You catch your breath for a second as he pulls out of you and you hear him sigh with content in his voice, although you notice he himself hadn’t climaxed yet. “Katakuri…” You look up at him, grinding down unto his still hard member.

“I’m more than happy with how things are for now Y/N. No need to do anything else,” He kisses you gingerly but you groan dissatisfied.

“Don’t say that… I want to make you feel good too,” You wiggle out of his embrace, “Let me do this at least,” You grab his member, giving it a few good few pumps before readjusting, crossing your legs with his members between your thighs. “It’s not the same, but I hope it will make you feel good” You mutter while glancing back up at him whose blush is more evident. He gives you a tentative nod before thrusting his hips again.

Soon enough his own orgasm comes, his arms pulling you closer as streams of white shoot out onto your thighs. The feeling of having your thighs fucked making you feel impossibly empty the entire time but also still feeling pride in hearing your husbands breathy groans alongside feeling the squeezes to you breasts and hips.

“How do you feel?” You lean your head back into Katakuri, glancing up at his face with a smile. He’s still catching his breath before looking down with you.

“Amazing,” He shifts to hold you bridle style as he stands up, “Why don’t we get cleaned up now?” He asks while heading to the bathroom, a glint in his eye that implies he’s not finished for the day.

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misguidedasgardian · 5 months

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The Hour of the Wolf (5)

V. Fire & Ice

MASTERLIST

Summary: You are settling in your throne

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Targaryen!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, war, death, mentions of killings, genocide and war, threats, arranged marriage, SPOILERS for ASOIAF, and Fire & Blood, also, might spoil House of the Dragon, smut! finally, I’m calling dub-con, because its their first time and we are nervous, loss of virginity, a bit of blood, and all that comes with it… nothing too extreme

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 4.3 k

Notes: uffff things are getting heated

“I want my hair loose”, you said faintly, as the maids nodded with shy smiles, as they brushes your silver strands

Your dress was magnificent

A black background with red and golden intricate designs, open sleeves from your shoulders that had a beautiful drop, a low neckline.

The jewelry was exquisite, your neck was decorated with a golden dragon that curled around you, your wrists and fingers with gold as well, in your heart finger, you had a ring that belonged to your mother.

“Your grace”, called in Ser Erryk, “the Lord hand and Lord Celtigar, both want to see you”, you barely nodded.

Both men entered the room and you watched them through the mirror, as they saw you they stopped in their tracks, their mouths open, but they regained their composure quickly

“In this day your grace, we have something for you”, said Lord Celtigar, who had brought a beautifully decorated box with him. You turned around in your chair, to be presented with said gift.

Cregan stood behind him, giving him space, as Celtigar theatrically bowed, and opened the box and showed you the insides

You gasped when you saw it, tears threatening to fall as you covered your mouth

“How? Where did you find it?”, you asked, your throat in a knot

“A low-life was trying to sell it in the docks of Claw Island”, he said softly

Your mother’s… and well… Jahaerys’ crown

When your mother rebels and traitors swarmed the capital and threatened the life of your mother, she had to flee and hide all over the Crownlands… and to be able to return to Dragonstone, she had to sell the crown

A sad tale… but in the end…

They had brought it back to you

“You will be crowned with the crown of the conciliator”, said Cregan, “with your mother’s crown, and King Viserys and King Jahaerys before her”

“Thank you”, you murmured, a single tear scaping you

“You look gorgeous, your grace”, said Reysen

“Thank you”

“I’ll give the crown to the master of ceremonies”, muttered Cregan, and you only nodded

They left once more, and the maids kept brushing your hair

“More reason to have my hair loose”, you said softly and they nodded with wide smile on their faces

You were nervous, to say the least, it had been a long, nerve-wrecking week, in which you had met so many people you barely remember their faces, they had asked much things from you

And now you were getting crowned

Once you were ready, you asked the maids to leave, and they did

You watched yourself in the mirror, as tears started pouring down your cheeks

“Gods!”, you cried, falling to your arms folded over the dresser

You would give all of this in a heartbeat to have them back… at least one of them… only one… luke…. or Jace… or your mama

The door opened but you didn’t want to see who it was, you waiting for whoever it was to leave, but that didn’t happen

You felt two strong hands grab you and turn you, and in a second your face was against a soft velvet vest, a hand in your hair

“Shhh, everything is alright”, you whined when you heard it was cregan, hugging you tightly, “it’s all alright, I’m right here, with you…”

“I wish they were here”, you whined like a little girl

“I know, I know”, he whispered against the top of your hair

“I would give everything”, you insisted, like he was the god of death capable of doing such exchange

“I know”, he repeated softly, “they are ready for you, my sweet queen, it’s time… to make everyone proud up there, to shout to all corners of the seven kingdoms, that you, the last dragon, are still here, in honor of your mother, and your older brother”, you barely nodded, finally raising your head to look at him

“To tell all those sons of bitches that the blacks won. and you are alive and well, and they lost…”, you smiled as you wiped your tears. “I’m going to be there, by your side, or behind you, wherever you need me, i’m here…”

You needed him, Cregan realized, and not only to help you rule the kingdom, no, you needed him in a more intimate way… you were only a young woman, who lost everything, he had agreed to marry you, appealing to the power both of you held, but he could tell, that was not enough, in the intimacy you were both going to have, you were going to need more

So he leaned in, and kissed you

Just a peck, on the lips, as he held you softly by the face, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, you leaned in gently, softly, and when you parted, he could see it in your eyes

In your still innocent eyes

You needed more from him…

You needed a husband, and a protector, a defender, a champion, a knight in shining armor…

And he was going to pick up that mantel

When Cregan stood up and give his back to you to open the door and start the procession, you touched your lips that were still warm, and smiled gently

Your first kiss… your first real kiss…

Cregan turned back to you and offered you his hand, you took it without thinking.

He had proved once again you could lean on him with ease, he was not going to turn on you, or judge you, or tell anyone… from this day forwards, he was in this with you, by your side… as your partner, as your King consort and Hand, as your husband in a few weeks, as your everything

The very thought frightened and excited you at the same time

He released you as soon as you came into the hallway, but you walked side by side, in complete silence, towards the throne room

The great doors were closed, and he looked at you intently

“I will take place by the throne, you will enter alone”, you barely nodded, “are you alright?”

“Yes”, you said shortly, he only nodded in turn, and he left you to enter the ceremony through one of the side passageways.

You just looked at the detail of the large wooden doors, playing with your fingers ahead of you

You were getting crowned, you were getting married soon, you were ruling a country because you were already of age… It was so many things… and you were alone at the top, with no senior to guide you, nobody you completely trusted… no… father or mother figure

Only Cregan

You took a long breath

You weren’t even nervous… you were longing to get this over with, your hands were sweaty and your feet already hurt for the shoes even though beautiful

Soon the music started, and the doors opened slowly, to reveal you to the room, people gasped and cheered for you, as you started walking slowly towards the end… towards…

The Iron throne

It was there, surrounded by spikes, melted swords of the enemies oft he house of the dragon

The cause of such bloodshed

The cause of the annihilation of your family.

All those plots… from the greens, all that coin and gold, armies, and at the end

You smiled widely

The blacks had won, you had won, your mother’s blood will sit on the iron Throne

Screw them

If you could, you would dance over his graves… if only there were enough remains of them to bury…

You climbed both steps of stone before the throne, as discussed, and you turned to the people, a golden cape moving behind you

“Our new Queen!”, chanted Erryk

Your small council was there, the Grand maester brought, in a red velvet cushion, the golden crown of Jaehaerys The Old King

“With the crown of the conciliator, we crown you”, chanted the master of ceremonies, he took the crown, raised it for everyone to see, and then he turned to you and he placed it gently atop your head. It felt… good… the weight rather than bother you, it felt like it grounded you

“Queen (Y/N) of house Targaryen, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and protector of the realm, the last dragon, the unkillable, and like your ancestor before you… the conciliator”, he said firmly

People applauded, cheered for you, as Cregan Stark moved forwards and took your hand softly, helping you up the treacherous steps until you sat on the Iron throne

The throne was cold and uncomfortable under you, but you sat straight, holding onto the arm rests softly

“Long live the Queen!”, he demanded of everyone, and again, they cheered and chanted your name for long minutes you thought were never going to end

After that was done, they paraded you to greet the people of Kinglanding that were gathered at the gates, with chants of your name, and everyone wanted to reach out to you…

There were so many people there, in the throne room, lords from houses you haven’t even heard of before, and the streets were packed, so packed, so many people screaming, reaching for you.

It came out of nowhere, you lost your footing, but before you could collapse, Creganw as there to grab you from your waist.

“The Queen, and future King consort of the Seven Kingdoms, Lord Cregan Stark!”, presented Eryk and then the people really lost it, screaming in delight, as the lords gasped behind you inside the walls of the Red Keep

Soon the doors to the exterior closed, and you were again inside the safety of the castle, With Cregan by your side, grabbing you by the waist.

“The marriage will take place in a week”, said Cregan to the new founded court, and everyone clapped once again, some of themes haring looks of concern amongst one another

Then he looked at you

You haven't discussed this, not at all

He had made that decision for you

You didn’t know what to think or feel

“So soon?”, you asked when you had him by your side, in the banquet for the celebration of your coronation

“Yes, everyone is here”, he said gently, “there had been rumors… of me… of us, gathering at late hours, I think is better to do it as soon as possible”, he said gently, you barely nodded

You had barely turn ten and eight a few moons ago, alone, trapped in your room

You took a shaky breath

Yes, you needed to get married, but you never thought it was going to be this soon! You talked about it, you understand the need, and that night when you summoned Cregan to your rooms, you knew it was happening

But one week?

You only stole looks at Cregan and you nodded, you then turn to your left, to your baby brother, who smiled softly at you, but the smile, just like yours, didn’t quite reach his eyes

He had seen so much

You too

Aegon didn’t even let you cover his eyes when he had his dragon eat your mother alive before your very eyes, and his eyes

Your brother was traumatized for life and there was nothing you could do to help him

One time, a few days ago, you tried to take him flying with you…

You had to hide the claw marks he left in your arms. He had scratch you to release him, in the midst of screeches and cries as soon as he saw your dragon in the distance

He was terrified of them now

“What’s on your mind?”, you heard Cregan ask beside you, you barely looked at him

“My baby brother”, you confessed, there was no point in lying

You looked around the room and you found all of the great houses dining and feasting, all of them but two

The Hightowers and the Velaryons

You took a long breath

Corlys as Baela had requested audiences with you, and you had denied them

You didn’t hate Baela, nor Rhaena, she had a dragon egg now… but…

It was bitter

You had lived with them since you were about ten, when your mother married Daemon, they were, for some time, your step-sisters, and even that, they were… your aunts? you didn’t even know…

But seeing them got you a bittersweet sentiment, perhaps because they were the survivors of all this madness, alongside with you… but the truth you would admit to yourself late at night… is that you would have traded them for your brothers anyday

You were resentful, that they were the ones to survive and not your siblings…

They had a life ahead of them, a grandfather that literally killed a King for them, to guide them and protect them

A man that betrayed your mother

She had grown resentful and paranoid, yes, but he turned his back on her when she needed him the most

You didn’t believe you could forgive him.

You were not a Velaryon, not by blood, and now, that you become Queen, not by name either… he never treated you as one, so that was it

You wanted to keep him at arm’s length

But you didn’t even realized… that there was another house absent front he festivities

You were glad to see the capital boasting with life, like the days of old, like when you wee young and you were living in the good days of your grandfather King Viserys

A tourney had been organized, as competitions and festivities, and even though you found it dreadful, there you were… granting so many favoors you had your ladies and even servants braiding new ones each hour….

Perhaps all the knights in there, at least, most of them, asked for your crown of red roses and dark green leaves and golden feathers.

At the end, you were crowned the Lady of Love and Beauty by the winner, a Knight from the Vale. You watched your small council closely, and they all seemed pleased

Telling constantly how much the people were taking to you, how much they loved you even

Their new, young, beautiful Queen

The bards were singing songs about your beauty and your strength, no doubt they had been paid handsomely to do so

You felt… powerful

You sat in the most dangerous yet important seat of the realm, you had the last grown dragon on earth.

You felt good, in control… until…

Until the day of your wedding.

Cregan had not accepted a marriage in the Sept, he did not follow the faith of the seven, and neither did you, so you accepted to be married in the godswood, by the heartree

It was going to create controversy, the small council said

But fuck the faith, the seven pointed star, and the heraldry that replaced all the dragons in the capital thanks to Alicent fucking HIghtower, and that you had already commanded to replace back to the likeness of your own dragon, and the three headed dragon of your house

You were waiting for one word, one revolt, one bad new from the citadel to burn it to a crisp… luckily, it had been none

You thought they knew it as well, that you were looking for an excuse to do the same thing Maegor the cruel did

So the day of your wedding came quickly.

And as the maids braided your hair in a Northerner style, then, you felt nervous. Truly, nerve wrecking nervousness makes your hands shake.

You were about to be married… to Cregan Stark

A rough, authoritative man,a handsome and strong man, a man who was going to go back and forth and leave you for months at a time, perhaps years, but…

“Everything is going to be alright”, murmured the sweet maid, one that had served you since you were a child, manage to survive the Greens, she smiled at you through the mirror

“Thank you”, you whispered

“He is a kind man, and I have no doubt he will care for you”, she said with a complacent smile, and you only smiled widely

“I know he will”

“If you’d allow me, your grace… your mother would have been proud”, she said then, and that brought tears to your eyes

“Thank you”, you cried with a smile on your face

You had married an entire continent last week, promising to give your life in service to the crown and the countries that were under your reign, and now… you were going to give your body… to another

To a man

Septas had taught you what you needed to know -according to them- about marriage, of how a woman must serve her husband, about you had to lay on your shared bed and let him do what he needed to do, bed you, breed you, how it was a woman’s job to have his husband’s children and heirs…

Of course you were nine at the time, your mother when she found out dismissed the Septa, fought hard with Alicent, saying that over her dead body she was going to allow the Old Queen to take charge of your education ever again

That was fun to watch, scary, but fun, to see your mother so protective and angry

And then you discovered “how babies were made”, by not by your mother in a nice chat or anything really, you discovered it the funny way, with your brothers and stepsisters, sneaking off the Castle in Dragonstone and going to the town, following soldiers to pleasure houses, then you were thirteen

And then stealing racy books from the library

But this was no time to think about that

You stood up, already dressed, your hair done, no much jewelry, only a nice beautiful white dress, yes it was the wedding of the Queen, but you had been celebrating your coronation for a week now, the Kingdoms had just been through a gruesome war, it was not fair, for them, for you to spend so much

Your wedding, a banquet afterwards, and baskets filled with food that were to be distributed through the streets of King’s Landing

And Cregan… well

He was nervous as well, more like, getting it over with already…

The sooner you settled in, with the throne and in your marriage, the better

He fixed the silver velvet vest on him, and the large gold chain they had made him wear, it was a warm day, and his pants, he felt them too tight, as he was waiting for you in the Godswood. Was he doing the right thing?

He was going to be in the depths of one of the things he hated the most…

Politics

When he gathered his army and marched south in search of “justice”, this was not what he expected, to the the second most powerful person in all the realms

It was a constant thought, he never, in a million years, would hope he was going to end up here, waiting for…

He raised his head when they announced you

There you were

All his doubts disappeared

You looked… breathtakingly beautiful, positively godly

Not intimidating, like an empress of an old dynasty on the day of your coronation, now… you looked like the embodiment of a god of the waters or snow itself, made flesh… Dressed in a beautiful white dress, no much finery but only you, your hair arranged in a

Northerner way that made him smile. Now his pants were truly tight

Tyland Lannister was escorting you

As soon as he had you within grasp, he grabbed your hands and accommodated you by his side, facing his commander of his army, an old man from house Mormont.

“Who comes before the old Gods on this day?”, asked the tall man

“(Y/N), of House Targaryen”, presented Tyland, with his deep voice, summoning complete silence from everyone present. “She comes here to be wed. A woman grown, trueborn, and noble. She comes to beg for the blessing of the Gods, who is here to claim her?”, he asked almost defiantly, looking at Cregan, who took a step forward

“I Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, I come here this day before the gods, to claim this lady, who gives her away?”, he asked

“I, Tyland Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, and Warden of the West”, he said firmly, releasing you right next to Cregan, you both looked at him and smiled, and then turned to the man presiding the ceremony

“My lady, (Y/N) of House Targaryen, do you take this man?”, he asked

“Yes”, you answered, it came more gently than you expected, “I take this man”, you said loudly and almost enthusiastically, and you felt people chuckling, and bit your lip, embarrassed. But the man presiding the ceremony smiled at you, and your now husband, grabbed your hand in his big one

“So Cregan Stark, take your wife, Lady (Y/N) now, of House Stark”, he said, and Cregan was on you in a second, he cradled your face in one of his hands, you looked up at him and your eyes met his, just for a second before you closed them since he leaned in and trapped your lips into his. You tried to relax into the kiss, your second kiss ever, with now your husband

Those closest, members of courts and Lords and Ladies from the noblest houses applauded, the gardens filled with all of them, you separated from Cregan and greeted them

“My beautiful lady wife”, he whispered in your ear, making you smile at him

Gods he was handsome, especially with hat devilish smile

And you were married to him

Despite your secret wishes, the day went incredibly fast, and before you knew it, you were being led to your chambers… not the King’s… meaning yours, but others… Cregan’s… tonight, you were not a Queen, but a lady wife, the way it was supposed to be

The small council, and others Lords and Ladies followed you closely, but as soon as you were inside the room, Cregan stood up, shielding you from them

“Out”, he demanded, surprising you

“But my lord… the bedding ceremony…”, stammered Tyland

“I don’t care”, he said, and you then stepped out…

“No bedding ceremony”, you said firmly, and that was enough for them to leave you alone

Alone with your husband…

You looked at him nervously, he turned softly, to look at you.

You looked around in turn, recognizing these rooms immediately, these were the rooms Cregan was using now, but before they belonged to…

He moved slowly, his eyes on you, you looked back at him

“If this marriage is going to work, I need to make something very clear”, he said seriously, he came at you quickly, and grabbed you, his hand was so big against you that with only one he placed it at the side of your neck and face, he grabbed you softly but decisively, and make you look at him, “out there, you are the Queen, but here? inside this room? as soon as you step inside, you are mine”, he growled, and he smirked when he saw your pupils enlarged, “you are my dutiful lady wife, mine to command, mine to guide, mine to bed, mine to breed, am I clear?”, he asked with an authoritative voice that made your legs shake, you nodded, your eyes not leaving his, but they betrayed you. You were a bit scared of his words. He caressed your cheek, “mine”, he said, this time more softly, “mine to cherish, mine to care for, mine to love, mine to make love to…”, your eyes shined with excitement then and you smiled brightly at him

“Love?”, you asked as you were a little girl

“Would you like all those things?” He asked, his playfulness and rough eyes returning to him as he made you tilt your head back slightly. You managed to nod

“Your words, my love”

“Yes Cregan”, you whispered

“Inside this room, I’m your Lord husband”, he commanded severely

“Yes my lord husband”, you corrected quickly

“Good girl”, he leaned on and trapped your lips on his on a fervent kiss, you were barely able to catch up, the third time you had kissed Cregan… this time was different, this time, there was nothing to prevent you from… escalating the kiss

“Do you want to consummate the marriage now?”, he asked, and you barely nodded, “your words wife”

“yes husband”, you barely said, looking into his eyes, he only smile, but didn’t kiss you again, his lips instead, traveled south

You moaned softly, feeling his lips suck on a very tender spot in your neck

“In this room, we are husband and wife only, only us, two people, joined for life”

“Only us”, you whispered, with expert hands, he undoed your dress, letting it fall to the floor, he even undressed himself, as you didn’t even know where to start. He didn’t push you, he did all the work, as you were so nervous, terribly nervous.

He laid you on the bed covering you with his large body.

He kissed everywhere he could reach, he caressed your skin, making you shiver, moan, and spread your legs even further for him… You didn’t even know someone else could make you feel like this…

You tried to caress him in turn, his upper arms, his shoulders, his side, his mouth returned to yours, as his fingers worked you open for him…

The voice of the septa wouldn’t stop resounding in your head… you laid there, let him do his things, you wouldn’t know what to do anyways… and in turn… he made you feel the most exquisite pleasure… that you had never felt before…

When he entered you, you dropped a few tears from the sudden and sharp pain, but then, after he soothed you and gave you time to adjust to his size… he fucked you slowly, delicately, gently, holding you in his arms, and kissing all over your face and neck

You could tell he was holding up… from doing more things to you… but if only that night, he was exactly what you needed.

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REQUESTING G7! YUU WHERE WHEN THE OVERBLOT GANG MEETS THE G7 MEMBER THEY MATCH WITH AND THE G7 MEMBER SUBTLY IMPLIES (or straight up announces) THAT THEY SHOULD WED GET TOGETHER UL give grand kids?

Not all G7 members fit this but for the ones who do

Bringing The Overblots Home to the Seven

Great 7 AU

Uuuh Urusla and Jafar is more based on Starkid/Unfortunate Yuu is gn

To say your boyfriend was nervous was an understatement. He was an anxious wreck since learning that your parents were the seven themselves, even if he tried to play it off. How could he possibly explain when he tried to hurt you during his overblot to them. Would all seven even approve of him? To relax his nerves about meeting your family you decided to introduce them to each other one at a time, starting with the one their dorm was based on.

Riddle + The Queen of Hearts

“Rule 298, one must dress in appropriate attire when meeting with the Queen. According to the Heart’s Kingdom Fashion Guidebook of old, this is exactly the distinguished guest wear that they wore then…” Riddle takes a deep breath in as he smooths the multicolored and rather zany suit across his body. It was covered in all sorts of patches of color and card patterns, but he seemed to pull it off well.

“You don’t need to worry, Riddle, she likes you! She really does!” You soothe as Riddle gives himself a quick once over in the mirror. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you both made your way over to Ramshackle where your mother waited excitedly.

Riddle sat at the tea table, directly across from the Queen of Hearts as you sat between them. Swallowing a lump in his throat he sat with perfect posture. “It is an honor to meet you, your highness,” Riddle speaks nervously.

The Red Queen sits, for a moment, glancing over at you. “Mother… This is my boyfriend, Riddle as I’m sure you know!” Knowing what was to come you close your eyes, ever since you first arrived in NRC, your mother has adored Riddle and his affinity for her rules. She was beyond happy when you started developing feelings for him.

“Oh, my little Rose has a lover now! I’m so happy!” She says, holding her hand to her heart. “And with such a perfect gentleman too!” Riddle smiles proudly as the Queen hands him his tea. “You know…” She starts in a tone of voice you are all too familiar with.

“My little Rose here had a crush on you for a looong time!” “Mother…” “I think it was love at first sight!,” “Mother!” “And honestly I think it was so cute the way my little Yuu would speak of you!” “Mom!” You want to hide your face in embarrassment as Riddle shoots you a smirk. “Is that so, your highness?”

“Oh, it has been so long since I heard the words your highness. Rose, you must hang on tight to this one!” As the conversation continues, Riddle starts to loosen up, and is able to bond with your mother over all sorts of things, and even impress her with reciting each of the Queen's rules by heart. That combined with his academic excellence, it's no shock that the Queen approves of him. What was shocking, however, was the conversation topic that came directly after.

“So have you discussed much about marriage?” “MOM!” You sputter as Riddle goes pink in the face. “Oh, I’m just saying you two are perfect for each other! You see—“ You hid your face in your hands, you just knew this would happen.

Leona + Scar

“My father he’s…” “Strict?” Leona finishes, “I figured.” He sighs as he stretches up from his napping spot. “He does like you though if that's worth anything?” “Hmph.” Leona didn’t allow his aloof persona to fall, but you both knew that he was nervous. His idol the King of Beasts wants to meet him? And he’s dating his child…

It was a lot for Leona to take in… Still, he held a lot of respect for the King of Beasts. Washing up and dressing his best, you both made your way to Ramshackle where the lion lazily lay in the common room on the couch, messing with a chessboard.

“Oh? The little cub and their betrothed are here?” Scar glances over to where you and Leona stood, before getting up himself and approaching. Circling Leona, his sharp tongue dances again. “You’re certainly dressed to impress…” A small roar escapes his throat, before he circles back to the chessboard. “Do you play?”

“Yes, sir” Taking the king's cue, Leona sat down at the seat across from Scar. The two stare at each other for a moment before the lion lets out a yawn. “White goes first.” He huffs and Leona carefully moves a pawn to the center, a classic opener. You go and sit next to your father, giving your boyfriend a reassuring look.

“So tell me…” Scar moves his pawn to the center as well. “What are your intentions with my cub?” Despite how boredly he said it, you could tell how serious he was. Leona remained calm as ever, tail flicking. “To be their loyal mate and give them the best I can provide. They mean a lot to me.”

“Hmph. A daring answer…” Scar snarks (Though you could tell he was surprised by how mature Leona was), and watches Leona make his move on the board. “You’re usually a confident one, show me.” Just then Scar moves one of his rooks in a seemingly random maneuver. “You won’t be able to beat me nor impress me if you play it safe, cub.” He roars. “Bare your teeth…”

The most intense chess match breaks out spanning across an hour, the whole time you watch nervously as sparks fly and gears turn. Maunvers both bold and brazen are played across the board, and in the end, Leona…. Loses. With only the queens on both sides left, it was only a matter of time before one of them lost.

Scar suddenly leans into Leona’s face, snarling. Before you could intervene Leona gets up, snarling back, body ready to fight if needed. Your father then smirks before turning away, feigning boredom once again despite the small smile on his face and the fact that he had a good opponent for once, “Hmph, I suppose you have proven yourself to be worthy of my cub today…” He stretches before letting out a yawn.

“But if you ever want their hand, you would have to fight me for it, got it?” “I look forward to it.”

Azul + Urusla and the Eels.

You and Azul sat across from the table from your mother and your eel siblings as you glared at them. “You two better not say anything…” you warn. “Why I would never!” Jetsam snickers as he eyes a very nervous Azul, sitting with perfect manners and posture.

“Be nice to each other you two…” Ursula lightly scolds. You sigh and sit back, ready for the endless amount of teasing you both would endure, judging by Azul's carefully calculated expression, you could tell Azul was holding back his urge to fanboy at the sight of his idol.

“Now…” Ursula turns around to face you both, mirror in hand and touching up her lipstick. “Let's get started,” she smirks along with the eels who eye you and give a few sinister chuckles. “Hey, Azuuul!” Flotsam chuckles. “The little guppy had the most embarrassing crush on you~” “Do not go there.” You warn. “What did you say about him again? That he was super pretty and you couldn’t—“ “Jetsam!” You cut off the other eel as they both snicker, making Azul glance over at you, holding back a smirk.

“Ignore them.” You silently pray that you will survive this. “So Azul…” “It is an honor to meet you, I greatly admire your work.” “I can tell Angelfish, and I have to say I adore the way you run things!” She waves her hands showing her nails. “You and your boys run a tight ship, and I always appreciate a good old-fashioned gentleman to take care of my little guppy here.”

“I'm glad you chose well, child. You know I will always support you no matter who you choose so long as they make you happy. Besides, I know no one would have the audacity to hurt my baby!” Ursula gives a genuine smile at the two of you as you lean into Azul. “Aw, you two are adorable!” Leaning in closer with the eels, Ursula’s grin grows again.

“Come here Azul, I’m sure we have much to talk about,” your mother says as she slides over, makeup brush in hand. “In this family, we always do our makeup together, I hope you don’t mind~” “Not at all, ma’am!” Azul boasts as Ursula starts applying some light foundation to Azul’s features. Your eel siblings slither their way over to you with makeup brushes in their mouths and an evil glint in their eyes and you know you're gonna look like a clown by the end of the night.

The rest of the night was spent well, doing makeup and talking about all sorts of things as if Azul was already a deeper part of your family. He even sasses back Jetsam on a few occasions (probably due to experiences with his own eels) and you knew he would fit in just right.

Jamil + Jafar

To say that your father wasn’t all that pleased that you got with Jamil was an understatement. He was an intelligent and strong artisan, yes, but that doesn't erase what he did during book four! At least that is his excuse, you have a faint idea however that your baba doesn't want to see you grow up however, given the fact that he seems fond of Jamil compared to most others…

You and a sharply dressed Jamil are escorted by a very talkative Iago, who is attempting his best shovel talk as he flaps his wings. “Oh hush Iago,” you roll your eyes out of embarrassment. “He’s always like this…” “I am not!” Iago squawks, landing on your shoulder. “I just can't believe you're coming home with some guy!” “He’s not just a guy, Iago. He’s my boyfriend!” “That’s even worse!”

Sighing, you hold Jamil’s hand, squeezing it as you brave the mirror into the Ramshackle dorm where your father waits. Into the dorm, you immediately see him standing there, and Iago goes to take his place on his shoulder. Tapping his staff on the ground twice, he greets you both. “Child… Jamil…” “Greetings, sir.”

Jamil was in his servant mode, years of being at Kalim’s beck and call paying off. Jafar and Iago stared down at the young man where he stood “Drop the act. I see through it.” Jamil relaxes slightly but still holds his posture as Jafar approaches him. “Hmph. So my diamond brought back the boy who tried to kill them… How do I know you won’t try to hurt them again?” Jafar leans in and glares as Iago gives a smug look.

“I regret what I have done in the past, sir. If I could go back and right my wrongs I would. I do not want to hurt Yuu.” “Hmph…” Jafar held his head high as he sifted through his pockets. “We shall see about that. Follow me.”

Guiding Jamil out of Ramshackle you followed Jafar as he held a device out; two halves of a golden scarab. You could feel Jamil tense slightly at the sight. “ Love is built on the foundation of trust. This device,” Jafar holds them up between his thumb and index finger. “Can only be conjoined when two lovers truly trust each other. When there is no trust, there cannot be love. Only if the beetles connect, will I allow this relationship” He states, face stoic.

“Baba, isn't this a bit much?” You interrupt making Iago squawk again. “You heard what Jafar said!” Jafar merely held up his hands, a signal for silence. “Habibi, you should have nothing to fear if you both truly love each other.” A small grin threatens to rise to his face before he closes his hand into a fist and opens his palm revealing the halves. “Take one.”

Jamil reaches over and grabs one half of the mechanical beetle as do you. “Hold them next to each other. You grab onto Jamil's empty hand, intertwining your fingers with his as you feel his heartbeat speed up. He was nervous, and so were you. Swallowing you both look at each other, ignoring how Iago snickers as you hold both halves of the beetle to each other.

For a brief moment, nothing happens and your heart sinks, before Jamil’s half twitches and connects with yours, activating your side. The beetle suddenly glows, shooting a beam of golden light into the air briefly before its wings flap. Jafar reaches his hand out and allows it to fly back onto his palm.

“It seems you have passed. It will be wonderful to have another talented mage in the family.” The sorcerer remains stoic as Iago’s jaw hangs on the floor. “Now, come in. I will prepare a pot of tea.”

You didn't tell Jamil that when he left Jafar asked if you see yourself getting married to him.

Vil + Queen Grimhilde

Queen Grimhilde was always… stiff. She seldom expressed her emotions, and she rarely was physically affectionate, but you knew she loved you in her own way. You remember her awkward hugs to your child self and how she always pushed you to be your best.

So when it came time to introduce her to your boyfriend Vil, you were nervous. You didn't know if she would show her more brutal side or if her strictness may come off the wrong way when she expresses her opinions on your relationship. It did bring you both comfort to know that the Queen admired his own strictness and ideals.

In his best dress, Vil entered the Pommefiore commons which was bare due to the presence of the Queen who admired herself in the hand mirror she carried, her Raven sitting on the table next to her. You remember her saying she couldn’t bear to be in the Ramshackle dorm any longer. Come sit.” She commands, gesturing to the chairs next to her at the fancy table she sat at, not taking her eyes off the mirror.

You stiffly sat down, making the Queen glance at you as Vil curtsied before sitting down gracefully. De-materializing the mirror in thin air she placed her perfectly manicured hands on top of each other, resting them on the table, Raven started to flap her wings and went to perch on your mother's shoulder. “So, you are the one dating my child, I must admit, I’m more impressed than I thought I would be.” She states giving him a once-over.

Grimhilde raises a brow, then looks at you, pouring a strange sparkly tea into a cup and bestowing it to Vil, before pouring one for you as well. “Drink up.” She commands again and you and Vil pick up your saucers your teacups sat on and took a sip with your best manners,

“Tell me, why should I entrust my child to you?” A flash of light seemed to flicker in Vil’s eyes as he spoke. “I will cherish them every day of our lives together, they mean the world to me.” “And you will not hurt them?” “I wouldn’t dream of it, your highness.”

Lifting her head up and crossing her arms she asks another question, one Raven crows at. “What do you love about them, about my Yuu?” Grimhilde ran her fingers through Raven's feathers as her gaze seemed to burn through you and Vil. “Everything. I am completely infatuated with Yuu.” Vil’s eyes widen slightly at the blunt response he gave, at which Grimhilde wears an evil glint in her eye as she continues.

“And you child. Do you love, no, do you trust this man?” A sudden force came over you, and it was like you couldn't formulate your own words. “With all my heart.” “With all your heart…” She repeats, almost impressed. “Well, that's a start... Now tell me. What do you love about Vil? What do you see in him that you want?”

As you try to formulate a sentence you sputter slightly making realize what that sweet liquid you drank was: Truth Serum Tea. “I see someone who always gives his best. A young man who always looks out for others in his own way. Someone that will love me as much as I do him.” There was so much more you wanted to say, so much more than the truth serum beckoned out of you, yet you didn’t know how.

“And you, Vil?” “I see someone I can be my true self with. Someone I can let my guard down with. Someone I can truly trust.”

'Hmm… That concludes this test, for now.” Raven crows in response as you let out a sigh of relief. “I shall brew you the antidote, now Vil.” She adds some powder to into the teapot and mixes it with a golden spoon. “We have much to talk about,”

Idia + Hades

“Nice to see you're doing charity work by dating him.” “Be nice! I love him!” You sighed, knowing well that your father would make getting a lover exceptionally difficult. “I just can’t believe you’re falling head over heels for some guy!” “He’s very kind to me!” “Oh please, he's a guy!” Hades spat. You knew introducing Idia to him would be… interesting.

Idia was practically shaking as you both walked hand in hand to Ramshackle, he was already an anxious person in general, and now he has to meet his partner’s (Who was already way out of his league beforehand) father who happens to be LORD HADES?! It was a wonder he hasn’t fainted.

“Oh hey, you're finally here.” Hades spoke standing in the doorway of Ramshackle, smirking when he sees Idia. “Please, do come in…”

Idia sat at the table, Pain and Panic sat between you and Idia per Hades orders and he “doesn’t want to see any canoodling between to two of you.” Floating over to his seat Hades stretches before leaning in. “Soooo…” Hades looks between the two of you. “Tell me again, kiddo why did you choose this one again?”

“Dad! I told you he treats me well and is very nice to me! He’s a really sweet guy!” Idia’s hair flickers with pink highlights for a second before he looks away “Right, I don't see it. I see a very cowardly Panic wannabe here, personally.” Man, he never expected Lord Hades, Thee Lord Hades, to tear into him this is so embarrassing.

“Okay so listen here kid, what do you want from my kiddo, huh? What's your deal?” “Well, um, I” Hades looks unimpressed at you. “I really love them, you know…” Idia practically whispers without realizing. Hades nearly drags his hand over his face.

“Alright then, kid. Let's try this again, what do you want with my ember?” “I um” “Come on, say it with your chest!” “I can't say it with my chest if you keep interrupting me!” Idia snapped before covering his mouth with a horrified expression. You stare at your dad and then at Pain and Panic who looked at each other in horror. A moment of silence passes before Hades smiles.

“There we go!” Hades laughs. “There's a bit of punch, a bit of bite, you lacked. I knew there was more to you. Keep it up and you just may be in my good graces yet,” Hades laughed, making Idia relax.

The two seemed to hit off very well, as they occasionally sassed each other in their conversations, even conversing with Pain and Panic as well. “Aaah srry for my awkwardness you were always a big inspiration for my growing up…” ”Oh is that so? Well don’t stop there, praise me more!” (There are lots of times where Idia talked about Tech Hades didn't understand)

It is safe to say Hades sees Idia as a good kid and is welcomed to the family.

Malleus + Maleficent

To say that Malleus was surprised that his distant ancestor watched over you was an understatement, even more so when she invited him out for a walk to get to know him, promising Lilia they will catch up later. Is the Thorn Fairy inviting him? This was a huge honor, especially since she wants to congratulate you on your relationship together.

Deep in the forest of Ramshackle stood Maleficent in all of her glory as she admires the world around her, finally free to roam. The fae looked back to you and Malleus, face carefully neutral as Dival flocked from your shoulder to hers. “You’ve arrived. We have much to talk about, it appears you are a great-grandson of mine?”

“Indeed I am, Mistress Maleficent.” “There is no need for formalities. Now tell me all about you and my Dragon-Child.” Malleus gave a smile and you leaned into him, before Diaval let out a crow, as if telling you to stop.

The four of you took your time walking the forest trail that Malleus adored, you listened as Malleus updated the Thorn Fairy on all the history that has taken place since her reign, the well-being of Briar Valley, and Lilia, her old friend. “Still can't cook after all these years?” “I am afraid not.”

“It seems you and my child have grown close. Usually, I would be against anyone dating my child, but you aren’t just anyone, are you? Tell me, what made you love them?” Malleus's eyes widened slightly as he thought for a moment. “Well, everything.” He finally answered after a while.

Maleficent smiles down at Malleus as Diaval looks between him and you. “And you will take care of them?” Diaval asks in his crow voice. “I would do anything for them,” Malleus answers strongly.

“Congratulations you two on finding each other, I am happy to see how your relationship will flourish. And finally... Yuu?” the fae asked gently “Yes?” Maleficent approaches you and bends down to hug you. “I can now truly welcome you into my family as well my child… Just do not tell the other six…” You let out a chuckle before returning the hug tenfold.

“Now tell me, when do you both plan on getting married?” You speak for Malleus, trying to get your mother to drop the subject. “Oh! Well, we haven't gotten that far yet—“ Maleficent will understand but will also now give you all sorts of courting advice on dragon fae. Diaval and you see right through her though.

The rest of the seven are secretly salty

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phyrestartr · 3 months

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The Starved King [Miguel x M!Reader]

(King!Miguel x Knight!Reader)

Note: Just a drabble that I want to throw out into the universe while I consider how to continue it lol I like the idea, I just don't want to dwell on it too much and get stuck in analysis paralysis 🫠 lmk if you'd like to see me continue this!!

Miguel found you. Amidst the plethora of flashy royals, he somehow managed to pick you out of the crowd–that handsome face, a fox-like smile, dragon-fire eyes all rang true in his memories of dying and bleeding on the battlefield until a young knight from a cursed kingdom chose to spare him instead of spear.

Memories curled around him in the same way your fingers once did, buzzing with something rich and sinful that'd mend his wounds over the coming weeks left in that war-wrecked cottage. Miguel, the enemy king, was so close to death, yet you, injured and exhausted yourself, kept him breathing.

“Why do this?” Miguel asked one night while you busied with the fire, working whatever magics you had to make the flame dance.

“Why do what?” You wondered, not looking away from the glow.

“Keep me alive.” Miguel coughed and winced. Still, he forced himself to sit, and earned the sharp snap of your gaze on him.

“You shouldn't–”

“I'll keep what dignity I have left,” Miguel scoffed. Then, sitting back against the wall, he got a good look at you; it seemed you’d run into some trouble with a knife, so suggested the long streaks of red tearing across your young face. A sword would have taken your head clean off. You wore typical armour of a knight from your kingdom, yet the flash of a muddied brooch caught his attention a moment before you looked away from him and back at the fire.

“Where are you from?” The tired king asked.

“Does it matter where I hail from? Right now, we’re two men simply trying to survive, yes?” You jabbed at the fire with a half-burnt stick. “I’m not interested in being a king-killer, so you needn’t worry; in fact, be glad it was I who found you and not one of my beastly brothers. They’d have had your head strapped to their horse in a second.” Your accent was foreign, not one that he could say was even a bit familiar. It struck his nerves as much as it piqued his interest further.

“Then you come from a damned kingdom.”

“A rightfully damned one, yes. Small. Unremarkable. Yet still hated, or perhaps just feared.”

“Most wouldn’t say that about their home.” Miguel adjusted his posture and took a moment to take a look at his wounds: bandaged torso, splinted leg, a splinted arm. Fantastic. “Unless you despise your people.”

“Oh please, I don’t despise my people,” you spat, eyes growing fierce and venomous. “They’re just people. Peasants. Workers. The poor, the hungry, the needy–the people are subjected to the idiocy of greedy elders and mislead ways. The queen wants to change things, and yet–” You took a deep breath and rubbed your face. “And yet things cannot change as they are. More time is needed. Until then, we participate in useless battles with your ilk. To, what, prove something? To show our might?”

“Killing a king would turn the tide,” Miguel said. He really shouldn’t have. That one statement might have changed your mind, might have ended his life and shirked the responsibility of a kingdom to his daughter.

“Do you want me to kill you?”

“No, I–”

“Then shut up. Your blabbering isn’t useful.”

“I just–if your kingdom is in such a state, then why–”

“I don’t want to.”

Ah.

“Kill-shy?” Miguel asked with a slight smirk. “Doesn’t seem very righteous of you.”

“Excuse me?” Your face, suddenly animated and brimming with heat, turned to him again. You moved closer, half-crawling, half-scooting on the dusty stone floor to his bedside. “Look at you. You should be glad I’m more interested in healing than I am killing, you prick.” You sat up on your knees and leaned into his space. Miguel’s mind swirled in a way it used to when a pretty woman leaned into him during his courting days.

“I still don’t see a point in mercy,” Miguel whispered, his voice caught between his mouth and his heart.

“Because I’m gifted. An asset. A good pick for an ally.” You tilted your head and gazed up at the older man through your lashes. Your hand, bare, pressed against Miguel’s skin, smoothing over the gauze wrapping around his chest. “Perhaps once I’ve secured my place as king myself, you’ll remember me, and what I can do for you.”

What I can do for you. Ah. That sent blood rushing south and ideas flooding north.

Miguel’s hand grasped one of your wrists, and he too leaned in the slightest bit. “And what is it you can do for me, exactly?”

“Everything,” you whispered. “Anything.”

A wave of warmth pulsed through his chest, radiating from your palm. It came in one wave, but so suddenly like an explosion easing into the steady comfort of his chamber hearth, glowing quietly throughout the night. The stiff warnings in his chest melted and eased, and suddenly, he could move freely again. His arm and leg still ached terribly, but his chest seemed to have been…healed?

“Magic,” he breathed.

“Magic,” you whispered.

He closed the gap and kissed you. You whimpered something soft and sweet into his mouth as he took the lead, his one good hand digging into the space connecting your neck to your shoulder, not allowing you to run away. But he learned quickly you’d no desire to leave with how you clambered onto the bed and shed just enough of your clothes to take him.

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christall77 · 3 months

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~❦A Dragon's Treasure❦~

M! Dragon x GN! Reader

I was gone for a long while but I hope it's still not too late to say Happy New Year! (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^)

So I had this idea after I made an AI chat bot of this character so yeah, hope you guys enjoy and if you should find any mistakes feel free to tell me!

TW: Mentions of minor character deaths

Finally after days of traveling on the back of your horses, both you and your friend Adrian reach the destination of your quest. Or more so, Adrian's quest. The huge mountain is in sight, where the castle and home of the infamous dark dragon Ryunir should reside in. Including the princess the beast has stolen away from the kingdom. Every person around the land knows about the legendary maneating dragon, who hoards unfathomable amounts of gold and riches inside his castle and his hate for humanity. All stolen from kings and royals alike, but it seemed like he had a special grudge against the royals in the kingdom Adrian and you call home. The king was rightfully scared about the danger that could strike any day, so he sent an army of knights to get rid of the fire breathing lizard. Only to never hear from them again and have his precious daughter, princess Amelia get taken by the massive beast.

Many other knights have tried to save her, especially now after the king has promised his daughter's hand in marriage. Your friend being one of them. Him and the princess always acted all lovey dovey around each other even while you were there watching the whole thing unfold. So it was only a matter of time until he asked, no begged you to come with him on this quest to save her. Despite your own hesitation and second thoughts. You two have been through thick and thin, he's been there for you when you needed him and vise versa, which is the reason why you're now standing on the edge of the mountain. Having already dismounted your horse as Adrian follows.

“Are you really sure we should do this?”, your voice comes out after you gulp down the lump in your throat at the sight. Right at the edge a small wobbly bridge is the only thing that connects the ground of the mountain and castle, the dark abyss below surrounding it. Adrian gives you a comforting pat on the shoulder, the determination evident on his face. “Don't worry (y/n), we have been successful with all our quests so far. Besides, I can't sit around and have princess Amelia locked up forever!”, “That's what the other knights must've thought as well before they most likely busted into flames...”

Not wasting any more time he approaches the creaky bridge and gives the robes an experimental tug. Waving you over after deeming it save enough. The darkness below doesn't make the way any less nerve wrecking, but Adrian makes sure to have a good hold on you while carefully moving alongside with you. A sigh of relief you were holding in leaves you once making it safely to the other side, now entering the darkened castle as quietly as possible through the creaky doors. The sounds echoing through the long and high hallways in front. It definitely would take a lot of time until any of you would find the right tower or room where the princess is hidden away.

Each step has to be chosen carefully, as any sound might alert the massive dragon residing somewhere deep within the castle. The floors and walls littered with cracks and damages, evidence that this place is much older and hasn't been taken care of in ages. Adrian clutches his sword tightly in his hands beside you, looking left and right towards each different corridor. With a nod to himself he turns to you and whispers, “Maybe we should split up...”, taking a few steps forward he chooses to go straight ahead. “You guard the entrance and distract the dragon, if he finds you first and I'll search for Amelia.”

“Are you crazy?!" You whisper shout towards him as your head almost snaps back towards him, keeping your tone down, ”I get that we might cover some more space this way, but mind you there's no way it would improve our chances with the dragon! Wait- Adrian!“ Before you could protest any further he speed walks away. Leaving you alone in the middle of the halls. ”I swear if I die I'll kill him if the dragon doesn't.“ You grumble to yourself, stepping through one of the hallways closest to the left. One hand hovering over the weapon in your belt just in case as you reassure yourself internally.

It almost feels like hours wandering around but finding nothing but even more halls and even the occasional bones of previous living humans who've entered the castle, which causes shivers to run down your spine. You've probably walked around in circles now but kept yourself close to the entrance like Adrian asked you to. Eventually the soles of your feet start to bother you and you decide to take a small seat on a small staircase. Checking your equipment and hoping that Adrian has found the princess in the while you were walking around aimlessly.

”This is so stupid... Should've known he would run off by himself again. Probably to also show off and be 'the knight in shining armor' for her.“ Consumed in your own little quiet rant and thoughts, you fail to notice the dark silhouette that starts to stirr behind you from your words. A large single golden eye opening and gazing down at the small human sitting below. Only once the massive beast rises and its hot breath blows against your back do you freeze, before slowly and anxiously turning around to face the dragon. It certainly was a sight you can't deny, after all you always had a respect and fascination with dragons, but at this moment survival is more important. A deep gutteral growl rumbles in the back of its throat, followed by a fierce ear piercing roar.

Stumbling up from your seat you make a run for it, barely managing to avoid its jaws, screaming in terror as the rumbling of footsteps follow close behind. In hopes of loosing the creature you run through every hall and corridor possible, making sure to take sharp turns, but no matter what you do the dragon keeps up without trouble. Shooting fireballs at you from time to time which you barely manage to avoid thankfully. It's only once you come to a dead end do you start panicking fully, looking around for any possible way out but finding none you press yourself against the wall. Hoping that the hard surface behind somehow swallows you up and takes you away from this place as your body trembles in fear. Wings unfurled from his back in an intimidating display the dragon approaches slowly, as if savoring the fact that you're trapped and about to face your demise.

Unable to think straight your brain decides to do the unthinkable as your widened eyes take in the size of him almost filling the entire hallway you're in. Instead of drawing your weapon or getting out of there you hurriedly blurt out, ”P-Please spare me big beautiful dragon.!“ Closing both eyes tightly, you await a fireball to roast you, or sharp teeth clamping down and kill you. Yet nothing happens. Opening one of your eyes you see the dragon has stopped in front of you, he seemed caught of guard by that compliment and tilts his head as puffs of smoke leave through his nostrils.

Never in his life was the red scaled beast complimented by a human, either having faced insults, fear and anger thrown at him. So this surprises him greatly, in a pleasant way. ”You think I'm beautiful human?“ He rumbles, his voice echoing through the halls as it bounces off the walls. Seeing that it somehow stopped the dragon from attacking you quickly nod. It might've been something you said in a panic, but after taking a good look at the creature you can't deny his majestic and powerful presence.

”Y-yes. I mean it's not every day one is face to face with an amazing creature of legends like a dragon.“, Your genuine interest in his kind stirrs a strange warmth within his large scaly chest, but not the usual heat he emits, it's foreign yet pleasant. A feeling he now wants to continue experiencing out of newfound curiosity. Moving his long neck down so his head is a little closer the creature gives you an expectant look as if asking what made you say all of this. ”Tell me, what about me is so beautiful little human?“

In response you let your gaze wander over the different parts of him, pointing out everything that intrigues you. ”Well for starters I've never seen wings so huge and cool like this. It always sounded interesting to experience flying, though I could only read about it in books.“, a small nervous chuckle leaves you before you continue while the huge dragon listens intently how you compliment him more. Things like how shiny his wine red scales look, those horns that give him an even more intimidating yet regal appearance and so on and so forth.

”But I think your eyes are the most beautiful thing of you, they shine like gold..“ At this point you seem to be rambling on as if forgetting about the danger you've been in. Though the dragon doesn't mind, in fact he likes it. Your last compliment struck a chord inside, feeling the beating of his heart quicken as his pupils dilate and the subtle sound of purring reverberates through his entire being. A pleased purr leaves the dragon as his head tilts so his large eye is peering down at your smaller frame better. ”What is your name little one?", he inquires curiously. Once you introduce yourself, a small smile makes its way onto his face when he tastes your name upon his tongue.

“It suits you little one. I'm Ryunir, it's very much a pleasure meeting you.” There's a strange haze that crosses his gaze which makes you fidget underneath its intensity. Another puff of warm air blows against your frame as he inhales and exhales deeply, taking in your scent. “Thank you, I'd like to chat a little longer but uhm...”, you pause trying to find the right words to say next. “I need to find my friend again so we can leave in peace.”

The dragon frowns upon hearing the word 'leave'. Since Ryunir has set his eyes upon you, he had a feeling you didn't come here all the way alone and were either here to steal the gold or rescue the princess he took. No matter which one it was he doesn't care anymore. Stealing the princess was only to spite the king who has made Ryunir's life more miserable by sending countless knights for centuries, before (y/n) and their friend to kill him for not only his riches, but also for his scales and head. Which is why he has started to reign terror over the people of this kingdom ever since. Yes he did keep the girl away from being saved, but Ryunir never liked having her here either. But now that you're here? Your friend could rescue the royal away for all he cares, what he wants is to have you by his side for the rest of his life.

In the dragon's eyes you've become his most priced treasure, his mate. Ryunir can't believe it himself entirely as well, yet there's something inside him that tells him that you are meant to be his. Wether it's instincts or the fact that he's been lonely without any positive interactions for as long as the beast can remember for the recent few 100 of years, one thing is for sure. You've made your way into his heart and there's nothing that's going to take you away from him.

“Leave? No... Stay with me little one.”, before you could protest or say anything further the dragon leans down with a soft whine. Snatching you up by the back of your gear, like a mother cat carrying her kittens and taking you deeper into the castle. “W-Wait! No I can't stay.! Adrien!” Paying your calls for help no mind, the dragon continues with a small pep in his step. The sound of his footsteps echoing through the silent empty hallways until entering a large chamber filled with riches. Mountains upon mountains of gold, jewels and many more things that has some type of value as far as your eyes can see. Reaching his desired spot surrounded by a few pillars, Ryunir gently drops you down before coiling his tail around you in a warm and protective embrace. Lighting up the torches and chandeliers hanging upon the walls, ceiling and columns with a light breath of fire, surrounding the both of you in a more cozy atmosphere.

Holding you close to his red scaly body as he gets comfortable, curling up and nuzzling his snout against your smaller head. His entire being vibrating as he purrs affectionately. “Comfy my dear treasure?”, Ryunir rumbles softly in question. “Yes?” Your answer comes out more like a question than intended but the beast takes it nonetheless with a pleased growl. “Don't worry, I won't do anything you're not comfortable with. You're mine now and I intend to have my mate protected and satisfied no matter what."

His words are filled with honesty and utter devotion. A promise to keep you safe and under his care for as long as he lives. Tenderly brushing a few strands of hair out of your face with his claw, making sure to not hurt or scratch you with it. Despite your initial reluctance you end up enjoying his company more than anticipated. Keeping light conversations all the while showing nothing but tenderness and longing towards you. His heat emitting from his body also helps calming down your thoughts, practically melting into his coils until the both of you take a rest together and doze off.

It's only after what felt a few moments later that someone is trying to shake you awake. With a small groan your eyes meet Adrian who has a panicked look on his face, the princess hiding at the doorway of the gigantic chamber. ”(Y/n) wake up!“ He whisper shouts, making sure to not wake the beast sleeping beside you. Blinking both eyes open, startled you meet your friend's gaze. ”Oh now you're showing up? Where were you almost an hour ago?!“, flailing your hands in expiration you then let out a deep sigh after hearing your friend's apology.

”I'm sorry (y/n), but this beast has trapped me earlier but luckily I made it out. And look! I found Amelia!“ Gesturing towards the girl she gives you a quiet wave of her hand, yet she's visibly tense by the fact that the dragon is here. Adrian freezes swiftly when the dragon in question shifts but doesn't wake up just yet, instead pulling you closer towards his head despite still being asleep. ”Lets get you out of here...“, he whispers climbing up the pile of gold, as sneakily as those allow him to be until he reaches you and holds out his leather gloves hand. Grasping yours and trying to pull you out of the tight coils around your frame.

”Adrian, please stop. Just leave!“ Ushering him away in a hurry as the tail tightens around you. ”Take Amelia and go.“, Adrian pauses then shakes his head, ”I'm not leaving you here with this monster (y/n)!“ He gives you a look that tells you that he won't back down no matter what. With a final pull with both of his hands he manages to get his friend out, almost falling down the gold pile in the process, managing to catch the both of you steady just barely.

Though the quiet celebration was short lived once the eye of the beast opens, as if sensing that his mate is not within his hold anymore. His pupils turn into slits upon seeing the both of you, in particular your friend holding you close. With a furious roar he rises, the riches around you flying and getting thrown everywhere as he moves. ”Come hurry! This way!“ Princess Amelia yells out, holding the door open as Adrian pulls you along as fast as possible. Just narrowly escaping Ryunir's jaws and rushing towards the entrance with you and the princess in tow who points out the direction towards the exit she has found at a time in her own attempts to escape.

Behind you the enraged dragon roars out and wastes no time chasing after the group of three, through every hallway possible. Luckily with Amelia on their side there won't be a chance to run into any dead ends. Soon the exit is in sight and Adrian pushes the both of you forward, stopping in his tracks to face Ryunir with a determined face. Before the dragon could let out his breath of fire, your friend cuts the rope beside him which was holding the massive metal gate of the entrance up, only to have it slam down upon the dragon's scaly back. A furious and pained shriek getting forced from his being. Successfully trapping him underneath as he trashes wildly on hopes of getting out. Not wasting any more time Adrian pushes you and the princess forward onto the wobbly bridge until you finally reach the mountain once more.

Relief rushes through the other two once the group got onto their horse and gallop away, yet as you leave in tow the cries of Ryunir still can be heard in the distance. As if calling out for you to return at the loss of your presence. With a heavy heart and head held low you stay quiet for the rest of the trip back until reaching the kingdom at last heart still beating wildly from the escape.

When Adrian brought back the king's daughter he was allowed to, as promised, to be wed to Amelia, which of course he couldn't turn down. Days have gone by until the wedding finally comes around, you couldn't be happier for your friend but the events from the castle still linger in your mind. As absurd as one might think it is, you actually ended up enjoying your time with Ryunir even if it was a rough start and he tried to kill you initially. But somehow he wove himself into your heart and leaving him made you feel bad.

As you sit by the lake by yourself lost in thought Adrian approached you from behind and gives you a concerned look. ”What's wrong (y/n)? This is my wedding party, have some fun... I don't want to see my best friend down on such a beautiful day.“, squeezing your shoulder gently he tries to lighten up the mood but ends up sitting down beside you on the grass not caring if his white suit gets dirty. ”Something is bothering you...“ he points out, already knowing that it must be something that happened regarding the quest. Finally nodding your head you turn to him, ”Remember the dragon?“

Scrunching his eyebrows he nods giving you a concerned look. ”Has he hurt you?“, he questions, ”No it's not that, he seemed to like me... We actually talked and it felt nice.“ Adrian listens to your ramblings, showing his surprise and disbelief at the story you're telling him. After all, how could the dark dragon which the kingdom has feared for so long be the same you described?

All of a sudden a shadow casts overhead making the two of you blink in confusion. The roar and beating of large wings in the distance unmistakable. And speak of the devil, Ryunir has arrived. He must've freed himself somehow and now is circling the castle before diving down. Hearing screams and distressed yells from the people the both of you rush towards the chaos. Men and women running frantically to get safe as the king shouts orders towards his knights to take down the monster. Adrian joins them as you stand there for a moment to let the situation process in your head.

Ryunir lands harshly in the middle of the town, growling fiercely as his gaze fleets over the crowd of humans. Hoping to find his mate somewhere in those masses. Not caring if he steps over buildings or other structures, knocking them down in his frantic search. Picking up people with his claws that might resemble your appearance before tossing them away carelessly after seeing it's not the human he's looking for. The knights rush into the scene and start firing arrows upon arrows at the beast, only angering him further even though they barely even pierce his skin. Becoming annoyed by their attempts to kill him he lifts his head high in the air before surrounding the army with hot flames. Some manage to get out of the attack just barely yet badly wounded. Leaping into the air to move more inward of the kingdom he continues looking until a lone knight catches his attention. Recognizing Adrian immediately his nostrils flare up with smoke, seeing the one that has in his eyes, taken away his mate from him fills himnwith unbridled rage.

Seeing the anger flash across the dragon's visage your friend turns around a corner to avoid the incoming fire blast. The flames almost burning his suit. He has to find you quickly, if what you told him was true then Ryunir must be here for a special reason. Avoiding one fire ball after another, Adrian rushes towards the castle grounds towards the woods where he last saw you. With a loud roar the dark dragon climbs up one of the towers and leaps down, the force shaking the ground, sending dust all over and making Adrian stumble the powerful force of the wind throwing him against a nearby tree.

Forcing your friend against the wooden bark, Ryunir's throat starts heating up as he prepares to end the human in front of him, mouth wide open to rip him into pieces. ”Stop!“, Ryunir's jaws clamp shut just inches away, immediately turning his head towards the sound of your voice. The panic and worry on your face very much evident, you hurry over just to stand a safe distance away to keep his attention away from your friend. When he finally sees you standing there in the flesh, his wings lower and his eyes soften. His pupils dilating as he slowly steps closer, ”(y/n)...“, with an almost inaudible murmur Ryunir utters your name. Standing before you his head lowers towards you, sniffing and taking in your scent as if to make sure you're really there in front of him. Finally placing both of your hands upon his scaly snout he rumbles contently and closes his eyes, calming down against the soft caresses.

Adrian's gaze fleets between his friend and the massive dragon as he catches his breath. ”What's happening..?“, slowly he tries to force himself onto his feet with a groan, leaning against the trunk of the tree for support. The dragon immediately starts growling again turning his heated gaze back, but before any of you could say or do anything Ryunir gently lifts you off the ground just like the first time he did, sending Adrian another glare with a loud huff before spreading those massive wings and flying away.

Instead of landing at the castle like you assumed he stops at a far distance away in a clearing amidst the woods, landing safely by a lake and making sure to set you down on your two feet. ”There, you're safe now my mate.“, he announces proudly puffing out his chest, ”That bad human won't steal you away from me again.“ Ryunir wraps his tail around you and pulls you close, a pleasant warmth running through his entire body when you return the gesture.

”He's actually my friend Ryunir, he wasn't trying to steal me away. Adrian thought you would've eaten me back then in the castle.“, you clarify. For a moment his purring comes to a halt as he stares down into those eyes of yours, when he sees that you're actually being serious he averts his gaze almost like a pet that has been caught in an act. Yet he doesn't seem to be bothered by the chaos he's caused and quickly focuses back on the human before him. ”Oh well that doesn't matter. What matters is having my beloved treasure by my side again.“, without thinking he leans down and gives you a loving lick on the cheek. Seeing how stunned you are from his action he lets out an amused chuckle, curling up around your smaller frame, his head resting against yours. ”And there's nothing that will seperate us. That's a promise“

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Say sorry - Rafe Cameron

About: You and Rafe argue over your friendship with the Pogues, inevitably ending in you saying you’re done and not talking to him for two weeks. So what happens when Kelce and Topper force you both into a room to ‘talk it out’. Let’s just say, not much talking happens ;)

(inspired by the scene where Kiara and Sarah are forced to make up)

MINORS DNI, 18+

Two weeks ago

I bought the joint to my mouth, closing my mouth around the heart shaped filter as I sucked the substance in, allowing the buzz to travel through not only my lungs but my nerves and limbs. I exhaled, my feet kicked up on the table as I slumped back into the couch, alone at the Chateau.

Kiara had a shift at the wreck, John B was working over on the boat at the Cameron's and JJ and Pope had gone to make some deliveries to the Kook kingdom. As I exhaled, two figures emerged behind the smoke, one of them stumbling through the door with a hand on his ribs. I waved my hand in front of me, causing the smoke to disperse as I took in Pope and JJ both with a look of rage on their faces.

Pope's face was not only plastered with rage but blood and bruises too. "What the fuck happened?" I shot to my feet as I ran to Pope, holding his arm and trying to take him to the couch as blood trickled from his nose. "I'm fine" he said as he yanked his arm away from me, walking over by himself and sitting on the couch. "I'm going to fucking kill him" JJ seethed as he yanked his hat off and ran his fingers through his sweaty blonde locks.

"Great, who are we killing and why?" I said, exasperated as no one was telling me what the hell had happened. "He won't get away with this, Pope" JJ ignored me as he began to pace. "Guys! What the fuck happened?" I repeated again as I walked over to the kitchen and grabbed some tissue and frozen peas from the freezer. "Your kook king boyfriend that's who. Rafe fucking Cameron" JJ scoffed, "beat Pope with a god damn golf club".

I froze, my hand stilling as I was about to bring a tissue up to Pope's dripping nose. "He did this?" I asked as my hand dropped to my lap as I sat on the table in front of Pope, he plucked the tissue from my hand and bought it to his nose himself. "Yeah, and I don't know why you're acting so surprised, your boyfriend is a psycho" JJ spat as he threw his hat down on the arm chair with force and crossed his arms, a look of disgust on his face.

Annoyance coursed through me as I stood and made my way over to JJ. "First of all, stop calling him my boyfriend, we're just friends" I spat, which earned me an eye roll from him. "Second of all, stop acting like this is my god damn fault, just because the Kooks and Pogues have this ridiculous beef that I refuse to indulge in, doesn't make me any less one of you guys" my voice started to raise as I pointed my finger at JJ, trying my hardest to get my point across.

JJ stepped towards me, looking down at me as he spoke. "I don't care who he is to you or give a damn about any beef for that, but like I said," he began as he took a step closer to me with each word that was going to leave his mouth. "I'm. Going. To. Kill. Him" he seethed. "No, I am" Pope piped up from the couch. "Neither of you are" I said, causing a look of disbelief to cast over both boy's faces. "Because I am" I spat as I grabbed my car keys before picking up the frozen peas and shoving it into JJ's chest. "Clean him up" I ordered before making my way to the door.

I stopped before I reached outside, my hand on the door frame as I looked back. "Pope" I said, causing the boy's head to perk up as he looked over to me. "Yeah?" he asked, grabbing another piece of tissue and brining it to his eyebrow. "I'm so sorry he did this" I said softly, my friendship with Rafe causing guilt to seep through my veins for some reason. "Not your fault" Pope smiled before wincing and clutching his cheek. "The ice pack, use it" I said sternly. "I'll be back in a bit".

The whole ride to Rafe's house, anger bubbled beneath my skin, my fists perpetually white the whole time from clenching the steering wheel. I was ready to explode when I finally hopped out of my car, slamming the door behind me. I heard laughing off to the side of the house, where Rafe's personal gym is. I stormed over, abruptly stopping in the doorway as I layed eyes on Rafe sat on the edge of the weight bench, shirtless with sweat beading on his golden skin.

The room quietened as Topper and Kelce looked over at me from their spots on the floor, leaning on their hands behind them with their legs outstretched. "Come to join the workout?" Rafe stood, a smile on his face as he grabbed a towel that was hanging over the handle of the treadmill and began to wipe his glistening chest. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I snapped. His smile fell and his hand froze.

He shrugged. "I'm guessing this is about my little run in with your boyfriend earlier, huh?" he asked as he threw the towel back onto the treadmill, getting into a hostile stance as he crossed his arms. "What is with the male species today? Is the only thing they know how to call each other my god damn boyfriend?" I seethed. I heard a laugh slip from Kelce but he soon became quiet when I shot him a look that could kill.

"And little run in? Really Rafe? That's what you wanna call it?" I laughed sarcastically. "You beat him with a god damn golf club!" I shouted. "Okay, okay, it wasn't that bad" Topper said, holding out his hands as if I was going to strike any moment. The room went silent as I looked over at Rafe, not an ounce of remorse in his ocean blue eyes. "You've really got nothing to say for yourself?" I said quietly, a feeling of defeat coursing through me.

Rafe just shrugged, uncrossing his arms as he bent down to grab his water bottle, uncapping the lid. "I did what I did, nothing I say would change that anyway" he said nonchalantly before taking a sip. I nodded, feeling dejected. "Fine. Then I'm done" I scoffed as I made a move to leave but Topper spoke up. "Woah, woah, it was a mistake okay? Everyone makes mistakes" he said, defending someone who didn't even care to be defended. "Yeah, this is so not worth losing a friendship over" Kelce spoke up.

"He decided this was worth losing me over when he decided to do it" I steeled my spine, casting one last look at Rafe who just looked at me with his jaw clenched before I shook my head, a quiet huff falling from my lips before I turned my back and walked out.

Present

"What do you want Topper?" I groaned as he dragged me to his house. "I need help choosing some birthday presents for Sarah, you've got to help me" he said, exasperated as he pulled my arm towards his front door. "Birthday present? Her birthday isn't for months" I pointed out, puzzled. "You know he likes to be organised" Kelce said as he pulled my other arm.

I looked to both boys on my arms, a wave of sadness washing over me as I thought to Rafe, who would usually be on my arm as the other two trailed behind us. I hadn't spoken to him in two weeks, not since he beat up Pope who's bruises and cuts were only now starting to fully heal. Not for lack of trying on his behalf, he had called me about a hundred times and the string of messages he had sent me was ridiculously long. But only the last one had caught my eye, warranting the reason for my lack of response; I'm not going to apologise but if you want to talk you know where to find me.

He was such a stubborn jerk and no matter how much I missed him, I wouldn't talk to him until he apologised. Which I knew he would never do. We reached the front door, Topper and Kelce finally letting go of their grips on my arms as they slinked back while I walked inside. I opened my mouth to speak when I looked to the couch in Topper's lounge, finding the one and only Rafe Cameron sat on it. Not for long though as when he saw me, he shot to his feet, a look of surprise on his face.

I stayed silent, shock rooting me to my spot as we held each other's gaze before he spoke. "What the hell is she doing here?" he spat, his look of surprise now morphing to one of anger. "Have fun!" My eyebrows furrowed as I heard the door slam shut behind me and the lock click. I swung around, seeing Topper and Kelce on the other side of the glass door, smug grins on their stupid faces. "We're not letting you out until you make up so I suggest you get to it quickly" Kelce laughed.

"Let me out" I seethed as I tried my hardest to budge the door, earning a scoff from Rafe behind me. "Snacks are on the coffee table, see ya!" Topper grinned before they walked away, hopping in to Kelce's car and finally driving off, not before waving at me exaggeratedly from the open window. I flipped them off, anger coursing through me before I backed away from the door, running my fingers through my hair in frustration.

Rafe blew out a huff of air before slumping back down onto the couch. This was a big house, I could avoid Rafe until they came back. With my plan in mind, I stalked over to the only other door in the room that lead to the kitchen that in turn led to the rest of the house. I wiggled the door handle, annoyed when the door wouldn't budge. "You've got to be kidding me" I seethed as I pushed my shoulder at the door.

"Unless you wanna break your shoulder, I suggest you just give up" Rafe scoffed. I took a deep breath, centring myself before I did something I would regret like punch him in his damn face. I turned around and leant against the door, defeated. I looked over to the only other inhabitant in the room, blanching when he plucked something from the pocket of his trousers, a baggy with white powder coming into view. "Seriously?" I shook my head, rolling my eyes as I crossed my arms. "If I'm going to be stuck in here with you, might as well make it bearable" he said without looking at me, pouring some of the powder out and plucking his credit card out, lining it up in two neat lines.

"Yeah, because I'm the problem here" I laughed sarcastically. Rafe plucked a hundred dollar bill out of his wallet before expertly rolling it up, the lamp light glinting off the ring on his index finger. He bent down, snorting up both of the lines before throwing his head back and sniffing while rubbing his finger under his nose and then finally he looked at me, for the first time since he watched me walk in. "Maybe you are" he shrugged, before looking away again and dusting off the table, placing the note back in the wallet and the card back in his pocket.

"And how'd you figure that?" I asked, anger coursing through me as my fists clenched the bottom of my shorts. "You think you're so damn perfect. Little pogue princess can make no mistakes" he seethed as he stood up, making his way towards me as I tried to back up but couldn't, the door handle digging into my back. "So damn self righteous" he chuckled, inching closer and closer. "I'd rather be self righteous than a psycho who goes around beating people up" I seethe. "At least I'm not killing people" he smirks.

"God, what is wrong with you? You're going to end up with no one if you keep pushing people away Rafe" his eyes darken and I see his jaw twitch as he steps toe to toe, our faces inches apart. "I'll end up with everything" he seethes. "I'm going to have an empire one day and people will bow down at my feet. What will you have? You'll end up as nothing you fucking pog-" I don't let him finish, my body acting on autopilot as my hand reaches up and smacks him straight across the face.

His head swings to the side, redness already starting to appear before slowly, a sadistic smirk crosses his mouth, his tongue darting into the side of the cheek as he turns his head slowly towards me. "You're going to pay for that" he whispers.

My heart begins to race and the idea of fight or flight flashes across my mind before I choose flight, pushing him back and with the element of surprise, he stumbles and I manage to rush past him. Then the fact that I have nowhere to go stuns me, causing me to halt as I look at the front door. The locked front door. A yelp rips from my throat as I feel his arm wrap around my waist, he lifts me up and I try my hardest to kick and fight. "Let me go!" I yell, but he ignores me, instead wrapping his arm around me tighter and bringing his head close to mine. "What should I do with you, huh?" he asks as I slowly stop struggling, realising it'll do me no good.

I pop my head back and I hear him groan when it crashes into his cheekbone, causing him to let me go. I make a run for it again but he grabs my wrist, his hand engulfing it as he yanks me back. I gasp when my foot catches on the coffee table and I fall back, Rafe following me due to the suddenness and his grip on me. I land on my back and wince when my head crashes against the carpet, Rafe crashing on top of me but stopping himself from crushing me completely by catching himself on his hands on either side of my head.

"Fuck" I groan, my eyes opening again after having been squeezed shut from the pain. Once, they're fully open, my gaze lands on Rafe laying above me, his hair falling down by his eyes and his cheek red. But his eyes, his eyes are a darker shade of blue, like the ocean under the light of the moonlit sky and they're looking down at me, unblinking. We're both panting, tired from our struggle and in the midst of the silence, I become aware of his body on top of mine, his jeans feeling rough against my bare legs as his grey jumper tickles against my stomach.

I gulp, and Rafe's eyes finally leave mine before trailing down my face and finally landing on my lips. I'm still angry, furious at the way he spoke to me, the way he grabbed me. My expression that was glazed, now hardened and a smirk began to play across his pink lips as he watched the transformation happen, almost as if he wanted me to be angry. My teeth clenched and my fists balled as I reach up, ready to knock him off me, but suddenly his lips, the ones that I was looking at mere moments ago were now on mine. I froze, as did he, our lips locked and hearts pumping.

After a few moments, we pulled away, our lips slowly unlocking as I looked up at him, his eyes wild as he looked down at me. I gulped and then he groaned, he groaned before grasping the back of my neck and pulling me to him, kissing me once more. But this time was oh so different, he was wild and careless, making me release a sigh into his mouth as I grasped his jumper, pulling me to him as our teeth clashed and mouths explored.

We were frantic, touching any parts of each other that we could as he ran his fingers through the side of my hair and I clutched onto his at the back of his head. My brain was empty apart from one thought, this was a long time coming. Rafe Cameron had been my fried for a while now, but God did I want him to be more when I would watch him glisten in sweat after a work out or when I would see him emerge from the water at the beach. Hell, I wanted him to be more when he was sleeping and peaceful, when he was reading a book which he told me he would kill me if I told anyone he did.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when his hands dug into my hips before lifting me up, standing before placing me on the couch, hovering over me. Our lips not leaving each other's the whole time. A whine left me and Rafe chuckled when he finally pulled away, ripping his jumper over his head, wasting no time and allowing me none to take him in before leaning back down and burying his face in my neck. He was a mess of teeth and tongue, licking and biting nerves that I felt down in my core, gasping when I bucked my hips and Rafe rolled against me.

I lifted up, yanking my top over my head and I grinned when Rafe stilled, his eyes frozen on my bare breasts, my nipples hard from the sudden cold air and from the touch of his gaze. "Fuck" he groaned before pushing me back down with a hand wrapped around my neck before attacking my breast with his mouth. His lips sucked on it, his teeth enclosing it every now and then as he pulled back, stretching it with the pull. He switched between the two as I threw my head back, running my hands through his soft hair. I cursed myself as I pulled his head off, pushing him back to sit down as I crawled onto the ground, kneeling between his open legs.

"Really?" he smirked as I popped open his button and dragged his zipper down. "Really" I said, my plan circulating my head as I took in his beautiful smug face. I reached my hands inside of his jeans as he lifted my hair into a makeshift ponytail, I took him out and felt my mouth salivate as I took in his pretty pink tip and the pre cum leaking from it, a small portion of what was begging to be released from him. I gulped, a lump forming in my throat and my core pulsing, making me feel almost dizzy from how turned on I was as I took in the angry veins circulating his cock, beckoning me to taste them.

I looked up into his eyes, seeing him watch me with his plump bottom lip between his teeth, his cheeks pink and a bead of sweat forming near his hair. "Please baby, I need you" he groaned as he bucked his hips into the air. One of his hands left my hair and moved towards it as if he was so desperate for me he was going to start stroking it himself. I grabbed his hand, placing it back in my hair before I moved my head forward, keeping eye contact with the mess of a boy before me before I darted my tongue out, leaking the bead of precum that had begun to roll down his long length.

A gasp left his throat and his eyes fluttered closed for a moment before they opened again, taking purchase on me. I peppered a few kisses on his wet, pulsing tip before I put him out of his torture and took him into my mouth, feeling satisfied when a groan left Rafe's gaping lips. I moaned, his salty sweetness coating my tongue as I bobbed my head up and down rapidly, my hands stroking the parts I couldn't take into my mouth, "That feels so good baby, shit" he moaned as he threw his head back, his eyes finally leaving mine as they squeezed shut.

One of his hands left my hair, his arm moving to lay on the back of the couch as he squeezed it while his other hand stayed in my hair, gripping the strands for dear life. His hips began to pump up, matching my strokes as I watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. His lips parted and his chest heaving, he looked like a piece of art. My core clenched and I had half a mind to reach into my shorts and relieve the pressure that I felt but my sole focus was to focus on Rafe, to make him feel good and prove I wasn't nothing.

"Shit I- I think I- I'm gonna come baby" he groaned and at the sound of the nickname, I moaned, causing him to hiss and his head to lift back up, his gaze back on me as the thrust of his hips became stronger. I looked into his eyes, mine hardening as I pulled away with a pop, a string of spit still connecting us. "W- What are you doing?" He whined, his eyebrows furrowing. When I didn't answer, his hand reached down, ready to touch himself but I grabbed it, holding it down. "Say sorry."

"You've gotta be kidding me" he groaned, his head falling back on the couch as he tried to tug his hand away from my grip but the satisfaction made me strong, strong enough to keep his hand down. His cock twitched in front of me, it had become red and angry from the lack of attention and the sight made me want to give up and just take him back in my mouth but he had to know he couldn't just treat me like shit and get what he wanted.

"All you've got to do is say sorry and I'll make you come" when he didn't speak, I leant forward and blew air through my lips onto the tip, making more precum roll out. "Okay, shit. Fuck I- I'm sorry. Please, I'm sorry. God I need you" he groaned as his hips pumped into nothing, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes glistening. A look of satisfaction crossed over me as I let his hand go which instantly went to the back of my head pushing it down,

I felt him reach the back of my throat, I hollowed my cheeks and hummed around him and then finally, hot spurts of cum filled my mouth, the feeling causing my eyes to roll back as he groaned loudly and without shame, his hips thrusting up and burying himself fully into my mouth, causing him to bulge in my throat and push his own cum down into it. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" he hissed as I swallowed around him. His heaving chest slowed down as he lowered his hips and I raised my lips, my cheeks hollowed along the way so I could wipe every ounce of cum from him.

Rafe looked at me in awe as I swallowed again, not letting any of him go to waste as I savoured his taste. "Get the fuck over here" he smirked, not allowing me to move an inch before he grabbed my arms and yanked me up, laying me back down onto the couch. His fingers rushed, undoing the button of my shorts and pulling down the zipper hurriedly before yanking them off, along with my underwear. His gaze lowered and landed on my core, a smug look crossing his face as he took in the sight of my glistening wetness. "Look at you, so fucking wet" he said, mostly to himself as he stared down, his cock getting harder and harder.

"I did this, didn't I baby?" he smirked as he leant down over me, running his thumb across my cheek. Words evaded my frazzled brain, causing me to only nod. His smirk fell as his slow stroke of my cheek became a grip on the back of my neck, causing me to gasp and my core to clench. "Use your fucking words or you can get yourself off" he seethed. My heart began to thump harder and my cheeks heated as I looked up into his eyes. "Yes Rafe, it's you" I looked up at him.

His eyes so beautiful, a shade darker than I'd ever seen them at the pleasure he was feeling, framed by long lashes. His smooth, golden skin and his plump pink lips that tasted just as good as they looked. "It's always been you" I whispered as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He leant down, touching his forehead to mine as his eyes fluttered closed, our chests touching and hearts beating in sync. The moment was gone when he pulled back and spoke, "I'll show you it's always been you, baby. I'm gonna fuck you till you forget we're not the only people in this damn world" he groaned and I gasped as he slammed into me.

My back arched as I tried to accommodate his size in me, feeling him stretching me wider and wider than I'd ever felt. He reached a depth inside of me as he bottomed out that I didn't know I even had within me. "And you're going to take every inch and fucking. Love. It" he punctuated each word with a harsh thrust, causing moans to fall from my parted lips. The euphoria travelling through my body made me want to squeeze my eyes shut as it suffocated me, but I didn't want to look away from Rafe's face. To the furrow of his eyebrows and the tint of his cheeks as he looked down at me. "Harder" I groaned as I gripped his waist, certain there would be a bruise when this was over.

"That's my girl" he smirked before pulling out of me, confusion washed over me before he flipped me over, placing a pillow under my hips, thrusting back in harder than before. "This what you want? Wanna be fucked like my little slut, huh?" He ground out into my ear, wrapping my hair around his fist and pulling my head back with his other hand wrapped around my throat, his ring digging into me with his harsh grip. "Huh?" he said louder, as he yanked my hair so hard my scalp started to burn.

"Yes, God yes. Please" I moaned out and tears started to roll out of my eyes as they squeezed shut. "Fuck, yeah baby" Rafe groaned, his hot breath hitting my ear as he panted, his thrusts harsh and punishing. Tingles shot down from my core to my toes, causing them to curl as my stomach tingled. It felt a little easier to breathe when Rafe's hand retreated from my throat, I wondered where he was going to place it as his hands hadn't left me once since I head butted him.

I cried out when his hand came down on my cheek, and shock washed over me when my pussy spasmed and heat filled every inch of my body at the feeling of the sting on my cheek. Rafe then gripped my face harshly, my cheeks pushing into my teeth and lips puckering as he squeezed. "I told you you'd pay, didn't I baby?" he whispered into my ear as he pulled my hips higher, his grip on my hip tight as his fingers dug into my flesh. "And I'm a man of my fucking word" he ground out as he bought his hand down on my ass.

I moaned out and he chuckled in my ear as my back arched and my panting grew heavier. His hand reached around my front and I twitched when he pinched my clit before rubbing my clit with his long, warm fingers. Heat spread through me and I knew I was there. So was Rafe if his ragged thrusts and staggered breathing in my ear was any indication. "I- I'm going to come" I ground out as I met his thrusts, pushing back into him. "Me too, come on baby" he groaned as he thrust harshly into me. He twisted his head to the side and crashed his lips down to mine, his tongue clashing with mine, his lips biting down onto the flesh of my bottom lip every now and then.

With the mixture of a particularly hard thrust, his calloused finger pressing my swollen clit and his warm lips hugging my own, electricity washed over me and thunder bolts flashed behind my eye lids as they squeezed shut. "Shit baby" Rafe groaned and I felt him spill inside of me. I cried out, clenching around him as I came, milking him and me as his hips stuttered and his hands held me warmly.

"Fuck" I groaned as the heat washed away and all that was left was Rafe laying on my back, his forehead against mine and his breath coasting against my lips. "You're mine now, you know that right?" he whispered. For some reason, despite the violence, the stubbornness and the god damn psychotics of Rafe Cameron... I was his and he was mine.

#rafe obx #rafe smut #smut #rafe cameron #imagine

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istadris · 7 months

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You know, this idea about Bowuigi in the context of Luigi's Mansion ?

It's the spooky season so let's make it more angsty !

Luigi and Bowser have been dating in secret for a while, hiding and both happy with each other and sad they couldn't be more open about their relationship. Bowser wants to take the risk and reveal it all for the world to see, Luigi is too anxious to take the leap.

Most of all, there's how Bowser is still officially an enemy of the Mushroom Kingdom and occasionally commiting trouble, because that's what's expected from him, that's all he knows.

At some point Luigi finally builds up the courage of deciding to tell Mario...but he doesn't dare to hell it himself. And Bowser claims there's no way Mario would ever listen to him, since they only meet in battle.

"I mean, how I am supposed to prove I'm turning over a new leaf when we're fighting??"

"...Don't."

"What?"

"Don't fight. Next time you fight, stand down. Don't strike back. Mario wouldn't fight someone who doesn't defend themselves, and that's the last thing he'd expect from you, this is sure to get his attention !"

Bowser laughs and ruffles Luigi's hair, claiming this is a crazy idea, but you know what, worth a try.

The last time they see each other, Bowser is somber. He warns Luigi of his plans to draw Mario out to his castle so they can... (Bowser swallows and chews as if the word isn't used to the word) talk.

He'll break down the news to Mario. At least the "changing his way" part. Maybe he'll confess the romance as well, if it goes well, he jokes while Luigi is hugging him, thanking him for doing it.

The plan takes places, Mario chases after Bowser and Luigi stays at home, wrecked with nerves, torn between sticking to the plan and rushing to his brother's side. He should be here, this concerns him too, but the idea of Mario taking the news badly twists his guts and freezes him in place. For hours he paces, watching every ten seconds the road Mario has taken when leaving.

Hours pass. Shadows lengthen. The sun starts setting. The air grows colder.

And finally, Mario appears on the horizon.

Luigi rushes to meet him...and slows down as he comes closer.

Something has gone wrong.

He can see it in Mario's slow, heavy gait. In his darkened, scorched clothes. In the way he desperately rubs his deeply scarred hand, as if trying to remove his own skin.

When Luigi finally reaches him, Mario looks at him. Never had Luigi seen such haunted eyes on his brother's face.

"I didn't...I didn't mean to...to..."

Despite the anguish crushing Luigi's heart, despite knowing deep down already what has happened, Luigi asks, and forces himself to hear as Mario recount the events.

How out of nowhere, Bowser had suddenly stood down instead of fighting.

How Mario had already been in the middle of this attack, caught off guard by the unexpected.

How his attack had hit its target : not Bowser, but a batch of explosives, setting off a huge blast.

How Bowser, thrown off balance, had fallen.

How Mario had tried -he has tried, Luigi, he swears he has tried!- to catch him, how the claws had sunk into his flesh for a moment, before the Koopa had fallen into the lava below.

How he had tried, hoping desperately for a twist, a revelation, Kamek showing up out of nowhere, anything...

How instead, the throne room's door had been opened by Junior, confused by his dad's absence and asking what Mario was doing here alone....

That's when Mario's voice breaks, and he buries his head in his hands, sobbing, held by Luigi, who clings to his brother to not collapse as his heart feels ripped out off his chest.

And yet he doesn't tell anything.

Not this day, nor the day after, nor ever.

A part of Luigi wants to hate his brother; to throw in his face the true weight of what he has done; he wants to scream his pain and rage, the sheer injustice of the situation choking him until he can't breathe anymore.

But he knows Mario never meant for this to happen. Even if he had known the truth. Mario feels horrible enough for actually causing Bowser's death and Luigi can't bring himself to pile more on his guilt.

Mario is still his brother. He can't hate him, he doesn't think he ever would (he now knows he never can, if he still can't hate Mario after causing so much pain).

But he's grieving, alone, miserable, and for a while he can't even look at Mario without feeling like he'll cry all the tears in his body. Mario worries, he has noticed the distance Luigi seems to put between the two of them, but since Luigi keeps his secret, Mario doesn't know how to fix things.

For several months, they remain distant, and it hurts every single day.

Mario goes on a couple of adventures alone. Whenever he tries to invite Luigi to come along, Luigi uses excuses and stays at home. A home that feels too small and oppressive nowadays, with all the memories and complex feelings and secrets swirling inside.

Luigi needs a new start. Or at least some time on his own.

So when he's told he has won a mansion, he doesn't question how he's never participated in the context. On the other hand, Mario is suspicious but doesn't want to give Luigi the impression that he doesn't trust him, or that he won't respect his need for space.

But he just wants to make sure nothing is afoul. A quick little check before Luigi arrives...

As the mansion exploration goes on, when Luigi is told about "Bowser" returning, he doesn't care about any warnings: Bowser might be alive ! Maybe Mario didn't understand the situation and jumped to conclusions too soon, maybe Kamek found a way to bring his king back! And if he's here, it's probably because he's looking for Luigi !

Hope buoys him as he looks for his brother with a newfound determination. He will find them both! He knows it !

It's a long, long night. Dark and full of terrors, fleeting hopes crushed by horrors, relief and anguish mixed all together at the end.

Luigi wins, and Luigi fails, and despite the sheer, unaltered joy he feels once Mario is finally free from the painting...

It feels like losing Bowser again.

#super mario bros #luigi's mansion #bowuigi #miscellaneous mario madness #a sad one for once

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call-sign-shark · 10 months

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In the Heat of the Night || Modern!Arthur Shelby x Reader

Summary: As if blazing summer nights weren’t already annoying enough, you’re here to make Arthur’s insomnia even worse…

He's a former soldier and a drug addict trying to get better. You are an unhinged punk girl living in the streets. You weren't supposed to meet... And now Arthur's fate and yours are forever entangled. Check the Masterlist here if you wanna read more about AU Loose Cannon, Or how a blue-haired rebel wrecked a soldier’s life and stole his heart.

Words: 2.8K

TW: Quick allusions to sexual abuse

Notes: Each part is individual and can be read as one-shots in no particular order.

A growl reached your lips as you rolled on your side, for the sensation of the sofa’s leather sticking to your sweat-covered skin was deeply irritating. Prior to coming to this country, you had been told that summers in the United Kingdom were usually not that warm. Somehow, you believed in the ever-lasting cliché of the UK always being under clouds and rain. Yet, here you were, soaked up despite wearing nothing but your underwear. No matter how the windows were open and how many times you gulped cold water like some kind of thirsty girl lost in the Sahara desert, the hot air still felt thick and suffocating.

You’ve been trying to fall asleep for hours now, but the temperature was preventing you from doing so and nothing seemed to work to overcome it. Besides, the huge malinois that was literally sleeping on you did not help in cooling down. When Arthur offered to take you home he had warned you about sharing the sofa with his dog, Hannibal, so you were more or less expecting him to sleep somewhere at the end of the couch, What you did not expect though was that the dog would use you like some kind of pillow. Bringing your hands to your face, fingers clenched on your own skin, you kept yourself from screaming in frustration. Moreover, the maddening sound of the living room clock was seriously rattling your nerves. No — it was definitely too much to handle. Gently dragging yourself from under the malinois without waking him up, you decided to walk to the bathroom to sprinkle cold water all over your neck and arms in the hope it would cool you down. You discreetly made your way through the corridor, your bare feet ghosting the floor as you moved in darkness like a swift shadow. Suddenly, an odd sound caught your attention and made you stop. It was coming from Arthur’s bedroom, whose door had been left ajar. Even if curiosity killed the cat, you could not help but slipped your blue-haired head into his bedroom to check what was the cause of this mysterious background noise. Suddenly your eyes widened, for you witnessed something you hope you’d have never witnessed.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”

Your voice roared so loudly in the room that Arthur sat up straight on the mattress in one movement, panic visible on his face and right hand ready to reach for his gun. The soldier’s piercing blue eyes had to scan you for a little while before his traumatized mind understood you were not an enemy coming to kill him, “Here we go…” Arthur’s shoulders relaxed. “What’s the matter now?! Can’t even sleep at night!”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You screamed right away, storming into the bedroom. You were so infuriated that your skin heated up even more but you could not care less: what you had just seen deserved some immediate explanations, “You had a fan the whole time and you did not even tell me,” You said with the most outraged tone you could do, “Worst, you kept it for yourself and left me to die in the living room! You’re one fucking selfish motherfucker!”

“Oi! Do I look like fookin’ Mother Theresa?! I gave you a roof over your head and food on your plate! Can’t you survive without a fan? Now get yer ass out of my room, you damn crazy bitch!” He surprisingly yelled louder than you, his husky voice making the whole house shake. Still, you did not follow his order. When he saw that you weren’t moving, Arthur grabbed a pillow and threw it at your face with a perfect sniper aim, “And don’t you enter the room without knocking! Could have been jerking off and seeing your stupid face at that moment would have been a real turn-off!” The soldier grunted, just wanting to go back to sleep.

“The fuck did you just do? Are you crazy? You wanna die?” Your voice had become suddenly quieter when you emphasized each word of your sentence, right after that awful affront. In truth, you did not let him have the time to answer your question nor to insult you for you jumped on the bed as quickly as a jungle cat and immediately start to mercilessly beat him with another pillow, “THE FUCK DID YOU DO??” You repeated, giving in to your destructive rage — well, not that really destructive considering that your weapon was a soft and squishy pillow but still you did try to look convincing.

“FOOK!” Arthur’s hoarse voice exclaimed, more irritated than anything, “Stop it! Stop hitting me or you’ll regret it!” He tried to warn you but it had no effect — you were still trying to murder him through a great deal of pillow smacks. Little you know, handling your small and little body was something he could do with closed eyes. After all, he had beaten the shit out of a trained elite soldier, so a little psychotic Smurfette won’t impress him. But you were blinded by your rage, hence you did not take into account the fact he was part of the elite forces of Special Air Service. Nor did you notice the smooth way he positioned himself to, all of sudden, turn you around and overpower you without the slightest effort. A little scream escaped from your lips as he dominated you. When you realized what had just happened it was already too late: you were firmly pinned to the bed, Arthur’s hands holding your wrists above your head and his body weight keeping you still, “What are ye gonna do now eh, little one?” He snarled, teeth bared and fury blazing in his sharp blue eyes. Now you were fucked. Your enraged pout suddenly turned into a shocked expression.

“Let me go!! Let me go!!” You screeched, wriggling like a snake under him to set yourself free but you knew it was vein.

Arthur’s lips stretched in a sadistic smile as he saw you struggling under his grip, “Did not expect you to be that weak eh?” He taunted, enjoying the moment and having fun now that the table had turned. Maybe it was time to teach you a little lesson? He brought his face closer to yours, his cold eyes diving into your irises and his scorching breath fanning over your face, “You know I could do everything I want with you now that you’re trapped in me bed? I could snatch your throat with my bare teeth… What do ye think, me cute little prey?”

“Arthur, let me go!” The beating of your heart was now chaotic. It pounded so hard in your chest that you felt it was about to burst your ribcage. You started to quiver, feeling trapped. After all, you were so tiny compared to him…

“Want me to eat you alive?” He purred in your ear, grinning like a hungry wolf. His husky voice sent tremors down your spine.

And suddenly, it was not anger that was burning in your eyes anymore… It was terror. Genuine terror that coursed through your veins and petrified your whole body, just like a doe in front of a car’s headlights. You felt his bruising grip painfully tightening around your wrists.

“Please… Stop…” You managed to beg, despite the almost choking lump in your throat. It was all it took for Arthur to grasp the desperate tone of your voice and stop teasing you the moment he understood he had taken it too far.

“Shit!” He cursed, freeing your wrists and moving from the top of you to sit on the bed, “I’m fookin’ sorry, stinky rat. I was just playin’ ye know?” Slightly panicked at the sight of tears in your eyes, Arthur gently pressed his hand on your shoulder and helped you sit next to him. Still, you remained silent, requiring a little while to calm the creeping anxiety that had started to draw you into a pit filled with venomous bad memories. “I was just playing, really. I would never hurt ye…” Arthur’s gravel voice broke the silence, coated with the softest tone you had ever heard. Now he was starting to get really worried — he would have preferred you to curse at him, scream or even kick him rather than face your freezing silence, “Please, don’t be scared of me.” Something broke in his voice. Arthur wanted so hard to hug you but he didn’t want to scare you more, “I would never …”

“I know.” You cut him. Gently coming back to your senses, you looked at him and soon notice the gleam of fear that was glowing in his steel irises. A little sigh escaped from your still quivering lips, “Tsss calm down, I wasn’t scared. I was just messing with you, fucker.” You mumbled, hoping he would believe it because, on the one hand, you did not want him to feel bad, and on the other hand you hated to display any sign of witness in front of someone. Especially a man. But unfortunately for you, Arthur was more than attentive to little details. And the way you had looked at him had betrayed your true emotions. Nevertheless, he did not want to hurt you more so he did not make any comment about it and just kept observing you to ensure you were feeling better, “Maybe you can do something to apologize like… I don’t know, giving me the fan?”

“Get fucked.” He straight off replied. As well as he wanted to make amend for the little fright he had just given you, giving up on the fan was out of question. Moreover, Arthur always tended to have a high body temperature, which rendered summer nights even more insufferable.

“OH COME ON! Gimme the fan now!” You insisted.

“My ass yeah, you ain’t taking the fan out of me bedroom or I swear to God I’ll handcuff you to the radiator.” He threatened you, definitely breaking the brief moment of softness between the two of you. The fan was the house’s treasure and he wasn’t willing to let it go for the life of his.

“Fine, you’ve left me no choice.” You concluded. To be true you did not want to use this solution but you really had no other options left. Hereby, you lay down on the bed and closed your eyes under Arthur’s confused gaze. Perplexed by such a weird move, he scratched his chin wondering what the hell you were doing.

“Eh?” He asked.

“I’ll sleep here then.”

“What?!” Arthur almost choked at such unexpected news, “No yer not. Absolutely fookin no.”

Confronted by the refusal, you raised your gaze toward him and bit your lower lip, crocodile tears suddenly filling your beautiful eyes like you had learned when cops sometimes caught you in the midst of a little mischief, “First you keep the fan. Then you hurt me. What did I do to deserve all of this? Do you really hate me that much, Arthur Shelby?” You lamented with the most heartbreaking pout he had ever seen in his entire life… And that was how guilt started to kick in. It was true he had scared you so, maybe, maybe, he could accept your request? Besides, he could not resist your puppy eyes.

“Fine! Just for tonight.” He said, defeated.

“YES!” You joyfully exclaimed in an almost frightening mood swing. You rolled on your other side to turn your back to him and closed your eyelids. All you heard was Arthur’s long sigh. At least you were shutting your mouth and he could go back to sleep without giving up on the fan.

Silence had fallen in the bedroom for a while when Arthur woke up soaked up in his sweat and almost suffocating from the heat. He sat on the mattress, slicking his hair back, and understood the reason why the room was suddenly so hot: you had moved the fan during his sleep in a way that all the fresh air blew in your direction. Rolling his eyes, he fixed the situation by moving it to his side, “Better,” He grunted. He lay back on the bed. The thing was that the soldier had barely closed his eyes when he heard you moving the fan again.

“Are you bloody serious?” The gravel in Arthur voice made you jump, for you did not expect him to be awake, “If you move that bloody fan one more time...” He left his sentence hanging for more dramatic effect.

“But you’ve got all the fresh air!” You exclaimed, your tone adorably hoarser with sleep.

“Sounds like your problem.”

“Arthur, the fan’s small. I can’t feel the fucking air because you take everything.”

Another loud sigh. At first, he wanted to retort something but he was definitely not in the mood to argue with you anymore. Plus, he knew you would not have it. If he wanted to have some peace, Arthur needed a find a good idea right now — And he did find one, “You’ll be the death of me... ” He simply said. You were about to ask him what he meant by that when, all of sudden, Arthur’s long arms wrapped around your body and pulled you against him in a way you could both enjoy the fan’s fresh air.

Your beings snapped together and your blood immediately boiled in your veins as his hips crashed against your bum, perfectly hugging your shape. An uncontrollable and feverish exhale escaped from your mouth at the sudden sensations as if someone had just lit a fire in your core. Your thoughts started to bump into each other in your skull — should you punch him or should you sink deeper in this sweet, oh-so-sweet, and comfortable embrace? You stopped breathing, focusing on every little sensation.

His chest against your naked back.

His breath caressing your neck.

His legs entangled with yours…

In less than five seconds, your whole body relaxed as if you had always meant to be there. Maybe that was why you instinctively snuggled a bit more against the soldier, whose musky scents and powerful grip made you feel safe. For the first time in your life, you allowed yourself to believe you were shielded from everything… Because contrary to everyone else on this damn planet, you trust Arthur with all your soul. You finally closed your eyelids, soothed by the fresh air and by Arthur’s presence all around you. Admittedly his skin was warm and you were both covered with a thin layer of sweat, but it was far from unpleasant. Quite the contrary, you low-key wished to stay in his arms forever and surprised yourself by thinking you wouldn’t be angry if he touched you a little more… But you’d rather die than confess it.

“And I don’t hate ye.” He whispered.

“Yeah. I guess I don’t either… But I prolly will if you tell anyone I’m the little spoon.”

He could not help but chuckle, “Alright, love.” The way he called you “love” made you feel fuzzy, “But yer definitely a cute little spoon.”

“Oh shut up, Arthur.”

No words were spoken after that because words weren’t needed anymore. Arthur buried his nose in your wild blue hair and enjoyed the peculiar fragrances of your sweet perfume, fragrances that were almost getting him high… It struck him all of a sudden: he did not feel the need to snort coke anymore tonight.

It did not take long for you to fall asleep, all comfy and safe in the soldier's arms. In truth, you had not been scared of Arthur but rather of the man you had seen instead of him when he had been pinning you to the bed: Jack Nelson.

But if you slept well, it had not been Arthur’s case despite the fresh air of the fan and the comforting silence of his bedroom. And for once, it was not his PTSD nor the thought of Linda or his drug cravings that kept him awake: it was you. Only you. The sensations brought by your two bodies perfectly interlocking together drove him to the edge of madness, for far too many sensations stimulated him. The frictions caused by your slightest movement stirred surges of electricity through his core and made his blood boil in his veins. Also, what about that lovely face you had when you were sleeping? Arthur sighed in your neck, causing you to shiver in your sleep. He was well aware that tomorrow morning you’ll both start to fight again, insulting each other and fighting over trivial things, but in the meantime he just wanted you to wake up and, by an unexplained miracle, kiss him with passion, then pull him under the bedsheet for a more intimate way of knowing each other. He swallowed the knot in his throat, trying to get the image of his hands exploring your gorgeous body out of his mind. Yeah, he just wanted you to love each other until the sun rose. But you didn’t wake up and that was fine with him, for he was already glad to have you in his arms, all quiet and peaceful, despite the torture it was.

Just one night, he told himself. He had to keep it together just for one night and then, you’ll be back on the sofa.

Won't you?

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AITA for trying to destroy two planets simultaneously to destroy one stupid little vermin that was too stubborn to lose?

I (???, NB) once attempted to settle on a planet that I found, but I was then captured and trapped in captivity by the civilization, who then had the audacity to split my two halves apart. The smaller half escaped as it was free to do whatever it wanted.

I wanted to get my two halves back together, though.

Eventually, one of the kingdom's leaders found me. I took advantage of the situation by seizing control of that leader.

I made that leader form a group that kidnaps everyone, including my smaller half, so I could eventually go back to my original self.

Unfortunately, some stupid little nuisance had the nerve to ruin my plans and wreck the entire group I had control over.

When that little whackjob defeated the leader I controlled and freed my smaller half again, I then took the matters into my own hands by breaking free and consuming all of my minions to go all out on this insufferable little cretin. How dare he interfere with me.

I was able to snatch my smaller half again, even when the terrible little pain in the neck defeated me the first time.

I became back into my original self. I then fought the cretin a second time, and I was sure that I was going to win at that point.

But somehow, I was losing yet again.

No. I didn't allow. I wasn't going to put up with it.

I refused to lose again. I wanted to WIN.

So I was willing to do whatever it took to win.

When that infuriatingly stubborn little freak had the gall to snatch my smaller half from me and cause me to split up AGAIN, it made me so angry that I decided to go to an extreme length.

I decided that, out of spite, I would take that cretin's planet and collide it with the planet I fought him in.

I was just freaking DONE at that point. If I couldn't win fair and square, then I would destroy everything. Screw that freak, I'm taking his planet with him. Curse him so, SO much.

..But somehow, even that wasn't enough. That idiot has such huge audacity, it took control of a truck and kicked my rear with it. He saved my smaller half and destroyed me.

...Curses. CURSES. Even when I went extreme lengths, I still lost. If I was still able to fight, I would've summoned hundreds of more planets to collide together if that's what it took to stop him.

AITA, or am I right to do everything I could to win? That little cretin has such disgusting audacity, it's actually unreal.

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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what-if-queen-camilla · 9 months

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Brighter Days

... a glimpse into the future with a little spin-off as someone wished for last night ❤️

I hope you'll like this piece and it doesn't spoil too much - don't worry, the main story will soon continue as well!

6th May 2023, morning

Buckingham Palace

"Wonderful, Mummy, you look absolutely beautiful!", 35-year-old Theodora sighed and wiped a few tears away as she stood in front of her mother - the Queen of the United Kingdom, who was going to be crowned, alongside her father, King Charles III, at Westminster Abbey in less than 3 hours. Although they'd had about 8 months to prepare themselves, sometimes it still felt surreal to her, not to speak of her poor mother who'd been nothing but a nerve-wreck for at least 72 hours. And now she stood there, dressed in the most beautiful, cream white gown with all of it's amazing, personal, little details, the stunning golden embroidery, for jewellery only wearing a delicate little golden cross bracelet and fine golden earrings and, most impressively, Queen Victoria's coronation necklace, which simply looked exquisite on her. She really looked like an angel, so elegant and graceful and pure…

"Thea is right, Mummy, you look marvellous and everything's going to be fine!", Laura agreed and also wiped a few tears away. Camilla turned around and looked at them all full of gratitude, love and uncertainty. They had all lined up in front of her, almost like military regiment: Annabel and Fiona, (who'd be her most senior Mistresses of the robes during the ceremony, followed by Princess Charlotte and her own little, six-year-old daughter Isabella, followed by Lola and Eliza, Camilla's two older granddaughters who had both turned 15 last October and January respectively), Laura, Lola and Eliza, and herself, who had all been with her all morning, helped her get dressed and at least tried to help her relax. "Milla, we're all so very proud of you!", Annabel declared solemnly and with a tearful voice, emotionally looking at her sister, full of love and admiration, quietly adding: "If only Mum and Dad could see you like this..." "Yes, if only…", Camilla said, but thankfully, before the two of them could have got any more melancholic, the door was opened and the other ladies came in: Catherine with Charlotte and Isabella, all three of them looking stunning, Catherine regally dressed in the same robe of the Royal Victorian Order as Theodora, and the girls twinning in the cutest little white cape dress ever, looking so happy and so proud to be part of all of this, it was just heartwarming. Camilla's face lit up the moment she had seen her youngest granddaughters and both Isabella and Charlotte rushed over to her to give her a hug, but Annabel and Fiona were rather concerned about the dress, consciously preventing them from being too wild - not only the girls but also an overjoyed grandmother. "These two here…", Catherine said, smilingly pointing at the girls. "Wanted to give you a little something." "Oh?", Camilla asked, looking at them in excitement, and Charlotte sweetly helped Isabella pull out the little box which they had jointly designed and painted in Camilla’s favourite colour, duck egg blue. Isabella shyly handed it over to her grandmother, who looked at it very interested and admiringly. "Such a pretty little box, look at the beautiful paintings!", she gushed, carefully drawing over the delicately painted flowers and hearts with her finger. "Have you two made it?", she asked and Charlotte and Isabella nodded. "You're so talented, it's absolutely beautiful, thank you, my little darlings!", she said, visibly moved, and bent down to give them sort of a half-hug, much to Annabel and Fiona's concern but, thank goodness, nothing happened to the dress.

"Gaga, you have to open it…", Lola said, shaking her head and rolling her eyes in amusement. "Oh…", Camilla chuckled, facepalming herself, before finally opening the pretty little box. "Ohhh!", she exclaimed, as she discovered a beautiful, golden bracelet with eight heart-shaped, golden charms on it. Carefully, she placed it in her hand to have a closer look and realised that every charm featured one of her ladies' names, engraved in their own handwriting: Annabel, Laura, Theodora, Lola, Eliza, Catherine, Charlotte and Isabella. Camilla looked up at them and, once more, had to wipe a few tears away. "This is so very beautiful, I… I don't know what to say.", she stuttered, touched and overwhelmed. "We're happy you like it!", Eliza said, tenderly stroking her grandmother's arm. "I… I'm sorry I'm being so emotional today, it's just…" "... the nerves, we know, and understand that.", Catherine assured her with a comforting smile. "Are you going to wear it today?", Charlotte asked, expectantly looking at Camilla, who shook her head in disappointment. "I'm afraid not, sweetie. But I'll wear it for the concert tomorrow and probably never take it off again! It's so beautiful and I'll always have all of you with me, wherever I go. I shall treasure it forever.", she said solemnly, carefully putting the bracelet back into the box, placing it on the sideboard next to her other personal belongings which would be taken back to Clarence House by their staff once they'd have left for the service."Gaga, we have to take a selfie of all of us before we leave!", Lola suggested almost in panic, as if this was the most important part of the day - perhaps it was, at least to her. "Alright, alright, let's take a selfie.", Camilla laughed, motioning for the other ladies to gather together around her so that Lola, who stood in front of her, had them all on camera. "Cheese!", she said and everyone smiled their most beautiful smile - just in time, as one second later the doors swung open and the other non-royal family members came in to pick up Laura as she was not going to leave together with the others. She kissed Camilla goodbye, one last time "uncrowned", waved at the others and disappeared.

"I think we might go and search for husbands soon as well.", Catherine said and Theodora nodded. "Yes, we'd better." They'd be driven to the Abbey by car but would take part in the procession at the beginning of the service, so they'd all had to be absolutely on time. "Alright, Mummy… we take our leave as well.", she announced, taking both her mother's hands, looking at her full of love. "You will be amazing. I love you so much and I'm so proud of you. We all are.", she said, pressing Camilla’s hands tightly, affectionately kissing both her cheeks, before she bent down to her little daughter, pulling her into her arm. "And you, my little darling, will be amazing, too.", she told her. "You take care of Gaga and protect her, will you?", she asked with a twinkle in her eye, and Isabella nodded seriously. "I will, Mummy.", she promised. "And Lola and Eliza take care of you. You will listen and do what they say, won't you?" "Yes, Mummy." "Good girl!", Thea praised her and kissed her cheeks as well. It hadn't initially been planned for her and Charlotte to be involved in the ceremony the way they were now, it had just happened during the rehearsals, they had been obsessed with Camilla’s robes and desperately wanted to do what Annabel and Fiona were doing so at some point, they had given in and let them try and everyone's surprise, they had taken it all very seriously and done amazingly. Eventually, the girls had been asking and begging and crying so long that their parents and grandparents, especially Camilla, whose robes were concerned in the first place, had allowed them to do the job on the big day, with the one condition that the two older girls, Lola and Eliza, would be behind them and assist, should the need arise, and after a bit of loving persuasion, they, too, had agreed to do this for their grandmother and Camilla had been overjoyed.

Catherine and Theodora rushed down the grand staircase which, much to their amusement, was quite a noisy affair in the heavy robes. It was the first time for both of them to wear the full "regalia" of the Royal Victorian Order which they had both been bestowed with by Her late Majesty in 2017 and 2019 respectively, each of them wearing it with pride. Down in the Entrance Hall, their husbands were already waiting for them with their two little sons; William, looking all dashing in his Order of the Garter robes, with Louis and Thea's husband Alexander, dressed in an elegant Morning Suite, with their four-year-old son Albert. "You two look lovely!", William said charmingly to his wife and sister, greeting both of them with a kiss. "So do you!", Thea said, asking: "Have you been with dad? How is he doing?" "Um… alright.", William replied, but Louis revealed: "Grandpa is nervous!!!", which caused both little boys to chuckle. The four adult shared a smile as well, before each couple with their respective son, entered their car…

#king charles #queen camilla #royal family #royal baby #fanfic #fanfiction #prince william #princess of wales #princess charlotte #coronation

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panda-writes-kpop · 1 year

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Princess! Handong x Suitor! Reader - Queen of Aces

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! I hope everything is well for everyone! ❤️

TW: Reader and their family is struggling financially, crowds, reader is kind of mean and a nervous wreck under pressure, Handong's parents are kinda shady (obviously not irl, this is just part of the storyline, please just go along and ✨️suspend your disbelief✨️)

Summary: Desperate to single-handedly save their family from ruin, Reader takes a wager and tries to woo the princess. What happens when their last resort actually works, and, to complicate matters further, they fall in love with said princess?

♡ Masterlist ♡

Why are the fanciest clothes so insufferable? Is it really such a crime to look good?

You pull at the collar of your top for what must be the millionth time as the sun beats down on you. You grab a lace handkerchief from your pocket as you attempt to wipe sweat from your face.

I’m meeting royalty, right? I have to look as best as I can!

The royal gardens in this castle make the one at your mansion look like child’s play. Flowers from many different countries and empires line every walkway, and the walkways themselves twist and turn around every possible space that encloses the garden. The fence of the garden is a eight-foot tall hedge that surrounds the palace on three sides, and it naturally combines with the castle to create a privacy wall that keeps prying eyes away.

You’re not the only suitor that’s waiting under the scorching sun for a chance to meet the famed princess herself - Handong. Her beauty is said to be unmatched by any other in the land, but no one has ever seen more than a black and white sketch of some of her basic features. Even then, it was rumored that it was commissioned by none other than the princess herself to settle the rumors that she was some sort of horrid monster because she stayed hidden from sight.

The others in line ahead of you are experiencing varying degrees of nervousness. Some look like they’re ready to bolt when given the chance to go, and others look like this is something that they do every day. All of them, however, share one difference to you - they all have an expensive gift in their hands. Some are holding jewelry boxes, others have roses and chocolates, and some even have items that are famous in their home countries or kingdoms.

You, on the other hand, had gone for a more understated approach. One of you dearest friends, Lisa, had taken up tailoring and sewing as a way of “curing her endless boredom”, or so she said. It didn’t take much convincing for you to get her to make a small stuffed cat, one that was big enough to be cradled between your arms. Although Lisa made you promise to tell her where her work was going after it was delivered, it was a worthy sacrifice to make in order to have the cute yet odd creature in your hands right now, at this moment.

I wonder if any of these people are in the same situation that I am?

The truth was, your family was struggling for money. They had enough money to scrape by, but the maids and servants that you dearly loved as a child were now jobless and looking for other forms of employment. From what you had heard from late-night discussions that you weren’t supposed to hear, the family would only have enough money for another month or so before they had to start selling off farmland and the other properties, like the lake that you and your friends had gone swimming in as teens.

So, a potential marriage with royalty would more than solve your family’s money issues. You weren’t looking for love nor a happy marriage; instead, you wanted a way to save your family from becoming one that lived on the rugged roads. Was this surefire? No, but it was better than leaving everything up to fate.

What is fate, if not a cruel mistress to everyone that happens to meet it?

You feel your nerves start to rise as the line starts to diminish in front of you. You weren’t the last person to go because whenever you looked back, the line that gathered behind you seemed to grow longer and longer as time dragged on. You dared to glance back one last time before a royal guard approached you.

It’s now or never, I guess.

“Are you ready to meet the princess?” They ask, and you gently nod your head.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You mutter at a barely audible volume as the guard leads you along another path.

The flowers seem to increase in intensity, number, and color as you continue to travel along this path.

This place is stunning… no wonder why the princess wanted to meet her future partner here.

You remember the day that the announcement was made - an announcement about the future Queen needing to find a partner urgently before her spot on the throne was given to someone else.

Lisa dragged you down the main crossroads in the middle of the kingdom as you protested against her.

“Lisa, for the thousandth time, I do not give a shit about what the royals have to say!” You loudly exclaimed as Lisa scoffs.

“Well, I do happen to give a shit about what the royals have to say, so I’m here. Since no one else will let me drag them along, I had to bring you. If I knew how much complaining you were going to do, I would have left your ass at home.”

“Thanks, Lisa, I appreciate the invitation.” You rolled your eyes before intentionally trying to keep up with Lisa’s long strides. “Do you always walk this fast, or are you just excited because the castle is releasing correspondence with the kingdom after ten years of unbearable silence?”

“So you do admit that you’re curious too!” Lisa teased as a large crowd began to gather around the town square, which was where the announcement was to take place.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Lisa, but I do have to admit that I am a little intrigued. What would be so urgent that the royals feel the need to hold such an old-school method of communication?”

“You really are a mood-killer, Y/N!” Lisa whined as you finally stopped moving.

You two managed to find a good spot in the crowd where you could see the stage, yet you still had the anonymity of being in a crowd.

“Considering the fact that neither of us are supposed to be out, don’t you think that my behavior is warranted?” You folded your arms in disapproval as Lisa offered you one of her infamous shit-eating grins.

“You are criticizing the royals for an ‘old-school method of communication’, yet you talk like my grandmother half of the time!”

You smacked Lisa square on her right shoulder, which caused her to howl out in pain.

“You deserved that, Lisa. Don’t say you didn’t.”

“I hate you, Y/N.” She huffed.

“I strongly dislike you too.”

“You see what I mean Y/N-” She stops talking before pointing to the stage, “-there! Right there! The town crier is here to deliver the news!”

The crowd went into an uproar as the town crier held a piece of parchment in their hands. They clear their throat, and the crowd’s noise dissolved into hushed murmurs as they began to speak.

“It is my absolute pleasure and joy to be giving such an announcement on behalf of the royal family.” They pause to clear their throat again before beginning to read from the parchment.

“Dearest, kindest folks of our gracious and noble kingdom - we appreciate your continuous support throughout the past ten years. It has been a rough journey for our family, and although this is a story we are not yet ready to share, we still have exciting and invigorating news to deliver to you all. As you may or may not know, we, the King and Queen, are starting to age in a less-than-graceful way. We are more than excited to say that our eldest daughter, Handong, has verbally expressed her interest in the throne, and we are more than willing to step down to allow her to lead as well as we know she can. The issue arises with the constitution that states that only men can lead the throne without a partner to rule by their side. Since Handong does not have a partner, she cannot take the throne unless we either make a constitutional change, or if she marries within the next year; otherwise, the ability to rule the kingdom will pass down through the line of succession until we find an heir that can take the throne. Our daughter has decided to willingly accept these terms - to find a partner - but she wishes to do so on her own terms. As her parents, we fully support these terms as we find them to be fair and reasonable in every possible way. Therefore, we are more than happy to announce that any unmarried land-owning or descendant of a land-owning person can come to the castle next week for a chance to marry the princess, and we will welcome them with open arms. Handong believes that anyone is fit to rule next to her, no matter how much or little wealth they may have. We look forward to seeing who all may come to us next week. Prepare as much or as little as you wish, but come with a desire for nothing but the best for our kingdom and our daughter.”

The crowd broke into another uproar as the town crier slinks off of the stage. Every person is talking with their minds going much faster than their mouths can articulate. You don’t blame any of them at all - it isn’t every day that a silent empire says that they’ll welcome any person into their castle with the intention to marry their daughter.

“Well, I’ll be damned. I guess I owe Jisoo those coins.” Lisa shrugged as you just sighed.

“You really bet about what the announcement was about?”

“What can I say: I like to play the game!” She laughed before shaking her head. “I said that it would be about the state of the kingdom, and Jisoo bet me that it was about Handong. I thought she was totally bullshitting me, so I bet against her. I swear she’s a witch, I mean, how could she know that?”

“Handong’s our age, right?” You mutter softly as the gears in your head start to churn.

“Yeah, somewhere around us. She might be a year or two older.” Lisa snapped her head in your direction. “You’re not thinking about actually doing that, right?”

“No, I wouldn’t do that. I’d never have a chance!” You lied straight through your teeth to Lisa, but it wasn’t like she would know the difference.

She didn’t know about your money troubles, and if you had everything your way, she would never have the chance to.

You take another deep breath to calm your fast-beating heart as the guard awaits for you to cross under the white-painted wooden arch. Once you passed through there, all bets were off on what would happen.

And I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t say that was a terrifying possibility.

You give the cat in your arms a reassuring squeeze before you nod at the guard. They move from their position, and you get a soft and quick ‘good luck’ before they’re off to gather the next suitor in line.

It’s just a one-time thing, and it’s not like this crazy plan of mine will work anyways. What’s the chance that she will actually like me based on my first impression? I should just hurry up and get this over with.

You sigh while setting yourself up for preemptive disappointment. You loosen your grip on the stuffed cat as you pass through the wooden arch.

You look around and you see a mostly-blank grassy area that’s closed off from the rest of the garden by more tall hedges. A small wooden shed sits in the way back of the private garden, and you assume that’s where the gardeners keep their equipment.

It’s just like our property… except for the fact that it’s much smaller and we no longer have any gardeners to take care of our property.

The only other thing in this private garden is a small picnic table, and sitting at that table is none other than the princess herself.

My goodness, she’s prettier than I could’ve ever imagined!

Wearing nothing more than a simple black, knee-length dress and matching black flats is Handong herself. Her blonde hair is neatly combed back to show off her beautiful facial features. She gently sits at the table, as if any motion would cause the picnic table to break into a million pieces. Her brown eyes express nothing but pure boredom as she waves you forward.

“Another suitor?” Handong huffs as you immediately make your way over to her. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I’m sorry about the disturbance, Princess.” You quickly apologize before offering her a short bow.

Maybe that will get me in her good graces?

After bowing, you look at her face, and you notice that her eyebrows are scrunched, and an amused smile is on Handong’s face.

“You aren’t royalty, right?” She asks before softly giggling to herself. “If you are, then it’ll be the first time that a royal has ever bowed to me.”

“Oh no, my family owns a few farms just outside of the kingdom.” You explain as you glance over to the open spot on the picnic table. “May I sit?”

Handong laughs again, which causes you to frown.

Have I done something incorrectly? I thought those courtesy lessons from my private tutor were supposed to help me in situations like this…

“Go right ahead. I could use some…” She trails off as she looks at the sky. “How should I word this… competent company, perhaps?”

“I’d be more than delighted to, Princ-”

“Please call me Handong. I hate when people use such formalities with me. It feels like I’m talking to my grandparents.” She chuckles as you take a seat opposite from her. “May I ask what you’ve brought with you? It doesn’t look like you’ve brought a crown jewel or something else of extreme value.”

She gestures towards the stuffed cat in your arms, and you immediately hand her the cat.

“My best friend made it.” You explain as she admires every feature of the cat, as if it’s the most interesting thing that she’s ever seen. “I wanted to bring you something that would bring you comfort after a rough day. I used to have many stuffed animals like that one, and they would comfort me after I had a tough lesson with my teacher or I got scolded by one of our maids for sneaking out some baked goods.”

“I love cats. My parents never let me have one since I was too busy, you know, training to be the future leader of a country. I appreciate the gift.” Handong gently holds the stuffed cat in her arms, and a smile settles on your face as you feel yourself start to relax.

You can do this, Y/N. She’s just like any other person. There’s nothing to be scared about!

“Are you scared about being the future Queen?” You ask out of curiosity, and you notice Handong tense up, so you immediately backpedal. “I mean, you don’t have to answer the question. It’s totally personal and I’m such an as-”

Handong reaches out and squeezes your hand, which silences you from the moment her skin touches yours.

“It’s okay. You didn’t grow up in this environment, so it makes sense that you would be curious. I’m just so used to having to lie around everyone by saying that I have no fears about ruling an entire kingdom.”

You, in an effort to comfort her, move your hand so the two of you are holding hands. Handong notices, and a light blush appears on her face.

“You don’t have to lie around me, I promise. There’s no judgment here.” You honestly say as you place your free hand over your heart. “I swear on it.”

“That’s a serious promise. Do you seriously mean it?” Handong softly asks, and you nod. “Of course you do, you’re a part of the reason why I want to rule this kingdom. The good people out there, the kind-hearted people like you, they need someone who’s looking out for their best interests. I want to be that person, the one to advocate for them when no one else will.”

“That’s a noble and bold mission to have, Handong, but I’d love to see the day where you are crowned Queen. The kingdom will be in good hands - I just know it.”

Handong blushes again before smiling at you.

“You’re too kind, but I appreciate the sentiment.” Her eyes widen before she laughs. “Where are my manners? I never asked for your name.”

“Oh, yeah!” You say before laughing along with her. “My name’s Y/N.”

“Y/N, huh? I’ll have to remember that name.” Handong has a serious look on her face for a moment before she relaxes again.

“Handong, I wanted to say that I-”

The voice of a guard interrupts your statement.

“Your Highness? The next suitor is ready.”

You both visibly deflate as Handong lets go of your hand.

“Of course, let me finish up here.” She turns to you again with a warm smile on her face. “I think you’re the first person I’ve met that I could actually talk to for hours on end. Thank you for being you.”

“I think I should be the one thanking you for not dismissing me right away.” You chuckle before standing up. “Have a nice day, Handong. I can only hope that our paths cross once again.”

You get up and head towards the exit, but you hear Handong say something that piques your interest.

“Me too, Y/N, me too.”

“Y/N!!!!”

“Yes, Lisa?” You ask as Lisa excitedly wraps her arms around you.

You shake your head in disapproval at your best friend’s child-like behavior.

She’ll never grow up, but I don’t want her to change anyways.

“Where have you been all day?” She squeezes you again before letting go of you. “Have you been out doing business for your family? Did you meet somebody and fall in love?”

Lisa gives you a once over before her infamous teasing smile spreads across her lips.

“So you did fall in love with someone… Who are they? Do I know them? Are they cute, beautiful, or somewhere in-between?”

“Okay, Sherlock, you need to back off.” You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Nothing’s for certain now… but I can only hope that I’ve charmed them as much as they’ve charmed me.”

“Oh, you lovesick fool!” She giggles for a moment as you give her a confused look. “That’s who the stuffed cat was for, right?”

“Yeah… it was.” You scoff as you try to shake off any sort of visible embarrassment. “Don’t look at me as if I’ve grown a third arm, Lisa!”

“I just never thought I would see the day that my dearest Y/N actually fell for somebody!"

“Oh, you’re never going to let this go, are you?”

Lisa laughs loudly with a grin on her face.

“You know me so well, Y/N!”

“Lisa, believe it or not, I can walk just like any other normal person!” You holler as she drags you down the main road that leads to the town square.

“Yeah, but you walk slowly! It’s probably ‘cause you have a stick up your as-”

“You can’t go a day without being vulgar, can you?” You mutter with an accompanying sigh as Lisa finally stops.

“It’s one of my charming points!” She loudly announces as you have to stop yourself from ramming into her.

“Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that.” You say as a crowd starts to gather around you. “Are you sure this is where the announcement is supposed to happen?”

“Positive!” Lisa doesn’t hesitate to shoot you a confused glance. “I thought you weren’t interested in the royals, Y/N.”

“I never said that…” You whisper as the town crier walks up to an already set-up podium.

They pull a paper from their coat pockets which causes the crowd to gasp, and then everyone falls into complete silence.

That’s got to be the official document about Handong’s choice. I wonder if I even should’ve bothered coming here… I felt a spark, but how do I know that she felt the same? Handong could’ve been polite because that’s who she is as a person. Not every person that’s nice to you is in love with you, Y/N!

You cringe at the scolding you’re giving yourself as the town crier clears their throat.

It’s time to know, whether or not it’s good news or bad news. Either way, you’ll be able to make a plan about what to do in order to get your family out of financial trouble.

“To our dearest citizens… our prized daughter, Handong, has come to a decision about her future marriage partner. The problem, however, is that marriage cannot be easily decided in such an informal and minimal setting. What we are trying to say is that we, as Handong’s mother and father as well as the King and Queen of this Kingdom, wish for our daughter to get to know the best of the best of who came to see our daughter; therefore, the following marriage suitors are invited to reside at our castle until Handong believes that she, in good faith, has discovered the best marriage partner to rule beside her for as long as she may reign. Any person who is mentioned in this list is expected to be at the kingdom in twenty-four hours, and if they are not to be found, then their spot shall be forfeited. With no further disturbances, we are happy to announce that our daughter has chosen the following candidates:...”

Your head is buzzing at the thought of spending a long period of time in that castle.

You do realize that if you marry Handong, you’ll spend every waking moment in that castle, right?

You glance over at Lisa, who is enthralled at every word that the town crier is saying.

I really should be paying attention to what they are saying. What if they are calling my name and I don’t hear?

You softly chuckle before turning your attention back to the town crier.

She’d strangle me for not telling her, so I’m sure that I’d know one way or another.

“...and our final candidate who has the honors of competing for Handong’s heart is Y/N L/N!”

I beg your pardon… ME?!?

“What?” You exclaim softly as Lisa screams at the top of her lungs.

Oh God, I’m really never going to live this one down.

“Okay, so when exactly in this grand scheme of yours were you going to tell me that you were planning on trying to court the PRINCESS herself?!?” Lisa whines as you sit next to her on her bed.

“I wasn’t… I didn’t think they would make this such public news!” You complain as Lisa smacks your arm for the fifteenth time today.

“You idiot… What do you think was going to happen? That she’d show up in a carriage and whisk you away to her castle?”

“Now look at who's not being nice and polite.” You grumble as she scoffs.

“You lied to my face!”

“One time, Lisa, it was one time!” You rub your temples with your fingers before deeply sighing. “If you want me to be honest with you, then I will.”

“Of course I do, Y/N, you’re my best friend! I’m just upset that I couldn’t be there to support you.”

You reach over and squeeze her arm in reassurance.

“My family… We've been struggling for money as of late. I’m doing this to keep us off of the streets.”

Lisa looks over at you with a sad smile before grabbing your extended hand.

“Does Handong know?”

“Not yet.”

“Are you going to tell her? She deserves honesty from you.”

You chuckle to yourself.

“You’re still lecturing me about love, even after all of these years. Yes, Lisa, I’m going to tell her eventually. I fell hard when I saw her, Lisa. You don’t get it.”

“I won’t, Y/N, because I’m not you. Be kind and true, okay? I don’t think that’ll be an issue for you, since you don’t mind being brutally honest with me from time to time.”

“I will, Lisa. I can promise you that, but I need to go.” You squeeze her hand and attempt to let go, but Lisa keeps a firm grip on you.

“Does your family know?”

You shake your head.

“I don’t want them to know until they have to.”

“I’ll keep quiet, but you owe me big time, okay? I expect a full castle tour from you once you sign those prenups!”

You feel yourself relax more as you playfully shove Lisa aside before exiting her room.

“As if, Lisa!”

With as little luggage as you could manage to bring, you approach the castle with a heavy heart, nervous body, and troubled mind.

Is this really the right thing to do?

“Are you Y/N?” One of the guards asks as you nod your head.

I was told to preserve and never quit, but what if this is the exception?

“Good luck, Y/N.” The other guard says before opening the castle doors for you.

I guess I’ll never know what it’s like to give up. Lisa’s right - I am one hell of a stubborn ass.

Exploring and living in a castle was about as amazing as anybody would imagine it to be, but you had to tame your excitement around the other suitors. They were pure royalty, which meant that the grand allure of the castle, in all of its glory, did not affect them in the slightest.

Handong, on the other hand, was more than pleased to see your excitement at your living arrangements. You were able to speak to her during dinnertime, as each suitor was given a designated meal or tea time, which was when they could have some alone time with the princess. You ended up getting very lucky as dinner was often the longest meal of the day, but you weren’t sure if that was because there was so much food served, or if it was because you and Handong spent most of the time talking.

Tonight, Handong sat across from you, as she did most evenings, but she didn’t usually reach out and grab your hand as she was doing right now.

“Y/N, I want you to be honest with me… Are you enjoying yourself here?”

You ponder Handong’s question for a moment before answering.

“But of course, Handong! Everyone here is so lovely and welcoming - it’s hard to not feel comfortable here, if I’m being honest.” You shyly admit before digging into the meal presented before you.

“That’s good, but I think I worded my question incorrectly.” Handong clears her throat before letting the pleasant smile on her face become a distant memory in your mind. “Do you have ulterior motives with me?”

“I-” You pause as Lisa’s words ring in your head.

She deserves honesty from you, Y/N. Lisa was right, and I can’t believe I’m admitting that in my head. I’ll never admit that out loud to her, otherwise, I’ll never live it down.

“I never told you anything about my family, Handong, and there was a reason why. We weren’t living in the lap of pure luxury, but we were well enough off to own multiple properties, along with maids and tutors. The problem is… the fields haven’t been supplying like they did when I was a wide-eyed child. We had to release our maids and other servants from their jobs, and the next step we might have to take in order to try to stay financially stable is to sell our property. I don’t want my family to suffer anymore, and I didn’t want to watch as my family fell into financial despair. So, I took action into my own hands, and I-”

“-came to the castle, and then you try to woo me in order to help your family, correct?” Handong lets go of your hand, and she sighs deeply.

“I know how it sounds, Handong, but I’ve really fallen for you. I understand if you need time to digest this information. I would be upset if I were in your position.”

You look away in shame before setting your fork down.

“Y/N, I knew about your family, and I wanted to ask you about it because my family had me look over tax records this afternoon.”

Your heart sinks because you have a feeling that you know what she’s going to say.

“How much, Handong?”

“I’ll be frank with you since you were honest with me, Y/N. We’re talking thousands upon thousands of dollars on each property. It’s way more than the worth of all of your properties combined.”

“I-” You bite your lip in an attempt to hide the sadness on your face. “I’m so sorry I dragged you into my mess, Handong. It’s not your issue to fix.”

“Don’t say that, Y/N. You’re a citizen of this kingdom, just as any other person is. I’m just so… sad that you felt like you had to go to such extreme lengths in order to help your family. It’s not fair that kind-hearted, good people like you have to suffer because my family wants more money and chips to cash in.”

Handong looks guilty, and you can tell that there’s more she’s not telling you.

You, however, have to ask the question that lingers between the two of you.

“Handong, have your parents been raising taxes and not telling anyone?”

As a tear runs down her face, she nods and you gasp.

“The years of silence with so many people going hungry in the streets and losing what is most valuable to them… was because your parents don’t understand how to manage money?!?!?”

“I can’t judge you on secrets that you keep because I have so many of my own.” Handong admits, and you immediately grab her hand.

“You’re not your parents, okay? You are your own person, just like I am nothing like my family. The people we are, in this moment, should not be defined by who we were raised by.”

“It’s not like they were bad parents, Y/N. They just kept so many secrets, and I got sick of them lying to good, honest, and hard working people. I decided to start gathering proof for blackmail, and when I had more than enough, I confronted them.” She wipes a few tears from her eyes as you piece together what she’s trying to say.

“Your parents didn’t like this, correct?”

Handong nods, and you continue to talk.

“In an attempt to salvage the situation and to prevent an uproar, they offered you the throne with the stipulation that you should marry someone else. Your parents, however, wanted you to marry another royal so you would be forced to keep their customs so as to not upset your in-laws. Another royal marriage wouldn’t fly with the state of the kingdom and its economy, so they proposed a rigged ‘competition’ in order to keep everything fair. Am I correct so far?”

“Yeah, you are.”

“Fuck, politics suck!”

Handong laughs at your sudden outburst as she wipes away the last few tears.

“You can’t imagine their hidden disappointment when I told them that I wanted to marry someone who wasn’t a royal.” Handong offers you a sly, teasing smile, and you do your best to remain unflustered as she continues on. “My parents told me that I needed more time to decide, since there was no way that I was in my right mind at the time, so they invited a few of their favorite suitors, along with you, to the kingdom to not raise suspicion.”

“Let me guess… these suitors aren’t exactly crowd-favorites, right?”

“Y/N, I don’t think you understand how many people are depending on you. They have only the hope that another commoner, or at least a non-noble, will be able to change how my family has been ruling for years. When you hit rock bottom, tax collectors can take everything from you but the hope that someday, someone’s going to change how the world works.”

“What are you going to do now?”

“That’s why I need you, Y/N. You can speak for the people you represent because you are one of them. I just need you to trust me.”

“I already do, Handong.” You gently squeeze her hand. “You should know that I trust you with all of my heart, and that’s not a promise I make lightly. Name whatever you shall need, and I will do it with no complaints.”

“Marry me.”

You dryly cough before clearing your throat.

“Are you sure that’s what you want, Handong?”

“I told you, Y/N, I need you to trust me.”

“I- I’ll marry you, Handong, and I promise you won’t regret it for the rest of your life.”

You wink at her before bringing her hand up to your lips. You press a soft, lingering kiss to her hand, and she blushes in response.

“We have much to do, Y/N.”

“I know, Dongie, I know.”

“Dongie?” She gives you a confused look.

“What? You don’t like the nickname?”

“I’ve never had a nickname before,” Handong confesses, “but you can keep calling me that if you would like."

“I would like nothing more, Dongie.”

You sweetly smile at her before raising the wine glass in front of you in the air.

“To the future Queen of this kingdom, and to my future wife: May your reign be long, and your legacy everlasting. I adore you, Handong, and I wish for you to, someday, look at me with the same fondness that I have for you. Cheers!”

Handong raises her glass and offers a toast of her own.

“To my Y/N: You are a bright star in a dimly-lit sky. I can’t promise a future of safety and reassurance, but I can tell you that a future with me will be nothing less than an adventure for the ages. Cheers, my dearest.”

You shyly laugh with Handong before you gently tap your wine glass against hers.

Tonight is a different night - tonight, two souls intertwined in a way that no one else shall understand. The future is uncertain, but my love and adoration for you will never be in question.

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Elders and Betters (2/?)

Part 1

An Unexpected Party

Bilbo hadn’t exactly been expecting a wizard when he woke up that morning, but then, who would? He hadn’t seen one since the War of Wrath, and even then at a frightful distance.

And this was the Shire, where nothing exciting ever happened, and nobody got into any adventures at all; or so dear Belladonna had assured him.

“Peace, quiet,” she’d said, “good food. A hole to call your own. It’s not quite a barrow, but I don’t think you’d mind that, would you?”

And Bilbo had found he hadn’t, after a while. He’d been very comfortable, in fact, before a wizard showed up to ruin it, and dragging some ridiculous number of dwarves with matching and easily confusable names along into the bargain.

Bilbo was rather out of the habit of feeling covetous; there wasn’t anything worth hoarding in the Shire, not by Second Age standards, and food, plentiful and of which all hobbits were proud, was for eating and not wasting, spoiling away in the ground - come to think of it, that was the way dwarves were supposed to feel about gold, wasn’t it? - but there was something about uninvited guests every which way he turned, underfoot and in one’s face, with their needs and appetites and disregard of doilies - Belladonna’s lace! - and lack of basic manners, and there were such a lot of them - oh, Bilbo was going to have words with the wizard! And then they were all in, and then there was Thorin, who looked Bilbo up and down as though he were a substandard copper ingot, or some such, which Bilbo might normally have found rather funny, but with his nerves shredded to pieces it was very nearly the last straw.

Oh yes, he and the wizard were going to have words. Whatever did he mean by it, turning up here in such a way?

And then there was all that about a quest, and a mountain, and something about a treasure, at which Bilbo’s ears pricked up despite himself, and then apparently Gandalf had represented him as some sort of burglar, which was such a staggeringly insulting perspective on Bilbo’s achievements in the Second Age that he was briefly struck speechless - and then there was something about a dragon.

“A dragon, you say?” Bilbo asked, interested.

“Smaug,” Thorin confirmed, “the great calamity.”

“Gracious,” said Bilbo. Well, that put a different complexion on things, didn’t it. Certainly it would explain why Gandalf had come here, instead of finding something Tookish young thing to go haring off into the wilderness. He squinted, suspiciously, at the wizard, who merely puffed his pipe with an enigmatic smile, and said nothing.

“Oh, aye,” said one of the interchangeable dwarves. “The great dragon. Melt your flesh from your bones in a single breath. Rend you limb from limb without breaking a sweat. Took down a whole kingdom in an afternoon. Think you can handle that, Mr Boggins?”

Bilbo very nearly eats him. The nerve! The brass nerve! They come in here! They eat his food! They wreck his house! Abuse the laws of hospitality past sense and meaning! They bring a wizard! (Bilbo conveniently forgets for a moment that it was the wizard who brought the dwarves). And they have the nerve, the unmitigated gall, the insupportable impudence -

“Alright, alright, give him some air,” says one of the friendlier, more fatherly-feeling dwarves. “I can see this has all been a bit of a shock to you, Mr Baggins -”

Indeed it has! Bilbo ought to eat them all! Bilbo ought to go and fire their silly little mountain all over again, just for good measure. Why he ought to -

Bilbo takes a deep breath. He takes several more deep breaths. He rearranges his face into something more suitable. Several dwarves flinch, and then wonder embarrassedly why.

“Not at all, my dear fellow,” he says, and Gandalf spits out his pipe. “This adventure thing of yours sounds just the ticket. It’s been a long couple of decades, and I could do with a holiday.”

This causes a lot of spluttering and handwringing, and entreaties of a “are you quite, quite sure,” “don’t think you’ve entirely understood,” “a holiday? What on earth can this fool be thinking” sort of tenor, which Bilbo ignores in order to more effectively seethe behind a blank, amiable face. It’s the face Belladonna always used when dealing with Sackville-Bagginses, and a more useful skill he’s never learned.

“Oh no, gentlemen,” he says, when they’ve finally worn themselves out. “I’ve quite made up my mind. You are, as the fauntlings say, stuck with me.” He sticks out his hand with a flourish. “Contract?” It is provided. “Pen?” several pockets are patted, until Bilbo loses patience and summons one of his own. “There,” he says, when his full name has been scorched, illegibly, into the parchment. “You are quite welcome.”

This causes more uproar.

Bilbo smiles. It’s all teeth.

#goingspare writes #the hobbit #elders and betters #dragon!bilbo #have some more of this au it will not let me sleep

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priarity · 8 months

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not to be straight but i LOVE regency AUs and arranged marriage AUs when they’re done like. bisexually.

like imagine these two people who are marrying for their bloodline or their kingdom or whatever. and neither of them are interested in marriage because they’re being forced into the shitty cycle of making royal babies and hating their spouse and being even more miserable than they already are so. when they both find a partner who is equally unenthusiastic about this whole shebang, they’re beyond relieved.

they’re just gonna be friends who have to fuck once in a while and kinda hang out a little during public appearances.

maybe one of them already has a lover (though admittedly, that relationship isn’t going too well seeing as they’re married to a prince/princess)

but then they start falling in love, so those kisses they have to show the public? lots of romantic tension. those times they have to sleep in the same room and pretend to have sex? UM. and that one time when the more traumatised of the two suffers a mental breakdown from the burden of running the state and their shitty family? oh my god the passion and the ANGST.

and then. one day, after a ball or a gala, the both of them are losing their minds over how nice the other look and they both are nervous wrecks because “oh my god im breaking the rules i’m not supposed to let my eyes linger on their lips or stare longingly into their eyes or clutch onto their arm to calm my nerves i can’t do this anymore i can’t-“

and suddenly they’re kissing and making out and oh my god my hands are on their body and it feels too good

bonus if they both think this is supposed to be a one time thing and go to bed in different rooms, feeling heartbroken and carrying that heartbreak until the next plot point makes them face their feelings lollllll

bonus x2: if their royal wingmen are up to here *points to neck* with their highness’s complete buffoonery and incessant pining and my lord/lady, for you i have the utmost respect and adoration but for heaven’s sake you dumb bitch, they LOVE YOU.

#I am thinking of todomomo rn ahah #but also twiyor #and giyushino omfg #fanfiction mind palace #ahah #the wingmen would be: iida anya and oyakata sama probably l

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godandmonsters1996 · 10 months

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SwanQueen fanfic

"She will declare war, Regina," Emma's voice dripped with danger and seriousness, compelling Regina to finally turn and face her. The warmth of Regina's breath brushed against Emma's skin, momentarily evoking memories of their loving marriage—waking up to passionate kisses, finding solace in each other's arms. Home. But the fleeting visions quickly dissipated.

"The only reason she hasn't done it yet is because I pleaded with her to let me talk to you," Emma explained, closing the distance between them with purposeful steps. "I asked for this opportunity because of Liam.”

Liam. the last thing that still connects them. The last innocent soul caught in our spiteful game.

Liam, their beautiful son—the thought ignited a flame of anger within Regina. How dare Emma manipulate their pure child for her own ends?

"Don't you dare use Liam against me," Regina snapped, her voice almost a bark. "It's despicable, even for you."

"Why don't you just give him to them? Our kingdom is in shambles," Emma suggested, her words laced with resignation. "Our people are starving, and our economy is in ruins."

Regina exploded, unleashing her pent-up frustration. "Your kingdom is a mess! Your people are suffering, while mine thiriving,” she retorted. "Your subjects label me as evil, yet they yearn to cross our borders."

Emma sighed, realizing the truth in Regina's words. The Helin kingdom was indeed a chaotic wreck, and the last thing they needed was a war. She struggled to recall a time when their realm flourished, vaguely remembering documents from her grandfather's era when prosperity existed. However, for years now, the economy had crumbled, hunger plagued the populace, and orphaned children roamed the streets.

"I won't allow Eveylin to wield such power when she can't even provide for her own people," Regina asserted, her determination unwavering.

"And we're supposed to trust you with this kind of power?" Emma asked, Emmaoyance lacing her words. She despised the intricacies of politics, but she had to make this one gesture—for her mother, for what remained of their kingdom. She was the only one Regina would talk to.

"Yes," Regina shrugged, offering a nonchalant response that grated on Emma's nerves. She clenched her teeth, resisting the urge to snap back. "Speaking of Liam's upcoming birthday next month," Regina continued, smoothly shifting the conversation. That was their way—moving on to the next topic when things became too complicated, too painful to address. Sometimes Emma wondered if that was the true reason behind their breakup, burying too many shadows beneath the carpet.

"Eveylin wants the celebration in her palace. She wants Liam to be publicly recognized as a Helin," Emma stated, knowing it would ignite yet another argument. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the ensuing clash.

"He is my only heir, Emma! Eveylin has you as an heir, but I only have Liam," Regina retorted. Emma attempted to reason, desperation tainting her voice, "He is my son too. I want him to succeed me. Is that too much to ask?"

"First, you need to rule," Regina smirked. "Your mother doesn't fancy dying, dear. Trust me, I've tried multiple times."

"I hate you!" Emma's words were laced with venom, tears welling in her eyes and her hands trembling with anger she couldn't contain.

"Oh, please," Regina snarled. "Don't act like you don't know the history between your mother and me." Leaning closer, she whispered into Emma's ear, her warm breath teasing the blonde's earlobe. "You knew it when you kissed me for the first time. You knew it when you lay beneath me, craving more. You knew it when you screamed my name over and over again. And you knew it when you married me."

Emma forcefully pushed Regina away. "You're playing a dangerously twisted game," her voice emerged raw and low, leaving them both uncertain of which game she was referring to.

"I'm not backing down," Regina stated firmly, retrieving drinks for both of them. She handed Emma a glass of apple cider, their fingers brushing briefly—an electrifying sensation they both tried to ignore. "You can inform Eveylin that if she wishes to wage war against me, she better be well-prepared. I won't let her intimidate me with hollow threats. If she wants a war, she'll get one."

"Fine," Emma sighed, sinking onto a large cushion. "But we still need to discuss Liam."

"There's nothing to discuss," Regina replied, taking a sip of her drink as she settled across from Emma. Her composed demeanor and soothing tone only served to irritate the blonde, who rolled her eyes in response.

"Well, I suppose we'll have that conversation another time," Emma conceded.

"I guess we will," Regina smirked and waved her hand. A portal opened on the side of the room, and Emma smiled gratefully. "I wouldn't let you endure a two-day journey," Regina added, rolling her eyes.

"Don't act like you've never done it!"

#swan queen #swanqueen #godandmonsters1996 #sqfanfic #swen #emma x regina

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daybreak-tkler · 2 years

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❝Reputations And Pleasantries❞

Lee(s): royal knight! Jeongin

Ler(s): royal knight! Hyunjin

Small Synopsis: Yang Jeongin is one of the strongest yet youngest knights in the royal court, but it's hard to maintain such a fearsome reputation when his higher-ups keep poking fun of his one weakness. Hyunjin makes sure that today, the day they bow before the new king, is a day that Jeongin will surely remember.

cw// brief mentions of swords and cutting through people (not graphically depicted) because they're soldiers.

A chilling breeze sets over the early evening in the royal court. It's cool, but not bitter. Standing in rows in the courtyard was the royal guard. The knights who fought for the peace of the Kingdom. Yang Jeongin stands within these rows. Second row, five along. That's his place. Beside him on his left is Hwang Hyunjin, whilst Han Jisung stands on his right. They wait in silence, all standing in the same position to look smart and kept together in their armor. It was nerve wracking to say the least. Despite Jeongin's position as one of the strongest soldiers among the army, he still can't help but be beside himself with nerves at the proposition of bowing before their new ruler.

From during training to when they retire for the evening and even when they set out to battle, Hyunjin just can't let it go. It's probably therapeutic for him, Jeongin thinks, since Seo Changbin - who had once been in his place - used to tease Hyunjin about how ticklish he was. That was before Jeongin was even moved into the guard and before Changbin became head of it. So that left Hyunjin with Jeongin. Now, one might argue that Jisung would be a better target, or perhaps Seungmin, who stands a few rows behind them, but apparently Hyunjin is convinced that Jeongin's fearsome reputation is the reason he should receive the teasing. Which didn't make any sense in the young swordsman's opinion.

They've been in silence for a while at this point, but that didn't stop Hyunjin's attempts to defame him. There's a slight exposure of Jeongin's undershirt that can be seen from the cut of his chest piece. And Hyunjin won't. stop. poking it. When nobody else glances in their direction, the young knight feels a swift prod to his side which in turn causes him to twitch. Jisung has caught them a few times but he says nothing, opting for sending Jeongin a certain smile. "don't make a sound," a familiar voice rings in his head. "he gives up eventually," and Jeongin knows that this voice, which sounds similar akin to Changbin's, is right. Sometimes Hyunjin does give up if he gets no reaction. But that "sometimes" isn't, of course, always. On fine days like today where reputations and pleasantries were of the utmost importance, Hyunjin doesn't back down.

Which might explain why Jeongin jolts as Hyunjin pinches both of his sides, his cover-up being he was helping the younger "stand up straight" but Jeongin knew better. The pokes, the whispers the smug glances at every shudder. Hyunjin was being an absolute menace this evening. On purpose, of course. They all bow before their new ruler just in time, but Hyunjin's teasing doesn't stop there - oh no. His mischievous little fingers manage to worm their way up his undershirt and softly scritch against his side. Jeongin's tiny squeak, fortunately, only attracts the attention of those standing closest to him - Jisung (of course), Minho who stands just in front of him and Felix who stands behind him about two people along. He was luckily able to breathe after being dismissed because Hyunjin had given him a break apart from the teasing "squeaky today, innie?" he had muttered.

Jeongin knows that if he's fast enough he can return to his room in one of the knight's keep and hide from Hyunjin, who would undoubtedly want to wreck him. The older would say that Jeongin was teasing him by being too cute and squirmy but the young knight disagrees. Before he can even think about dashing off to hide in his room, however, he's wrapped up tight in a backhug. "Going somewhere, Jeonginnie?" it's Hyunjin, asking with the smuggest smirk he can muster. He knows the other isn't hugging him to be cute or for comfort, they're wearing armor so it's actually quite uncomfortable. That's it, he's screwed.

"I was just going... back to my room..." Jeongin murmurs, hoping some sort of saving grace would swoop in and lend him a helping hand. But, of course, no such saving grace appears. "Ah~ well may I accompany you? I wanted to ask you for some pointers.." Hyunjin lies and Jeongin knows it's a lie. It's a shallow one, one that doesn't really take much thought to see through. That wasn't the older knight's goal, clearly. Jeongin knows that well, knows that Hyunjin would never try to hide his motives from anybody. So they both shuffle their way back to the knight's keep. The younger tries to keep his pace slow in the hopes that someone would catch Hyunjin's attention and he'd have to "unfortunately" bid his hyung farewell for the night. The odds were not in his favor today, it appears. Hyunjin can see what he's up to, and with a not-at-all subtle scribble to his exposed side - the older grins. "I know what you're up to, walk quicker and I won't be as mean~" Hyunjin claims.

And walk quicker he did. They made it back to his room in no time at all, actually. Jeongin knows now that he can't escape the inevitable and finds himself removing the armor adorning his body much to Hyunjin's satisfaction. He's clearly smug about not having to even ask him to do so. Jeongin wants to say it makes him angry, but it doesn't. Just shy. "Someone's clearly more excited than he wants to admit~" Hyunjin teases as he also rids himself of his armor just to make the process easier. Nobody wants someone's full weight plus heavy metal armor on top of them. Jeongin doesn't say a word even though he'd like to,, he'd like to tell Hyunjin to stop with the teasing and get it over with already. But he knew where that would land him.

Defeatedly, Jeongin collapses onto his single bed with a huff as his back hits the mattress. "Oh, now you sound so sad~ which one is it, hm?" Hyunjin never misses the opportunity to tease Jeongin and it showed. The older knight hoists himself up onto the bed and hums as he settles down on the younger's thighs. There's no time wasted at all as Hyunjin yanks the younger's shirt up with a wicked grin. The younger knight squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable ticklish feeling.

but it doesn't come.

Confused, Jeongin sends a curious glance up. And that's when he feels it. Ten fingers squeezing and scribbling at his tummy. "Nohohohohohohooo! Why wohohohohould you dooohohohohoohoo thahahat?!" the lee squeaks out his question and Hyunjin chuckles. "Because it's cute to catch you off guard like that, you're usually so attentive and fast but here, whenever we're like this... I always get to see you as you are and exploit your weakness," he explains mischievously. The words barely absorb into the younger knight's brain, too distracted by the sensation to even bark out a proper response. "Mnnnhahahahahhehee!! Pffeheheheheheaha! Ohohoh, gohohohds! Plehehheeease!" The young swordsman pleads.

"Please what?~" Hyunjin asks with a smirk. "What do you want hyung to do?~" he continues to taunt. "Plehehheeease stohohohop!" Jeongin responds ans Hyunjin tilts his head to the side, his hair falling across his face slightly as he does so. He hums before ruthlessly spidering his fingers over Jeongin's ribcage. "No... not quite yet," he chirps in response, grinning evilly as the younger squawks in hysterics below him. Now, plenty of people have traded Jeongin about his ticklishness. However, none have the same power that Hyunjin holds over him. Hyunjin knows all of the worst spots, the spots that make him snort and the ones that drive him absolutely mad.

So, naturally, Hyunjin was quite eager to use these all to his advantage. The spaces between Jeongin's ribcage? Pinched and scritched ever-so lightly. The spot just beneath his underarms? The pads of his fingertips glide so easily over the expanse of skin and its worth it to hear that ticklish shriek. "Hyuhuhuhuhuhung nOHOHO nohohot my nEeeeeeheeeck!" The male squeals out, squirming beneath Hyunjin as he traces a single finger down his neck. So mean. So,, so mean. And yet, in a way Jeongin adored it. His reputation told him he had to keep a straight face, maintain an aggressive persona. But that was far too stressy.

So, yes, in a way Jeongin was very thankful for these times that Hyunjin would wreck him and leave him breathless from the ticklish torment. It made the pressure on his shoulders a bit looser. Still,, it did kind of suck that Hyunjin knew all the ways to make him tick. "OHOohOhohoh, gOHOHODS!! PLehehehehease!! Nohohohohot thehehere!" The young knight cackles as Hyunjin's fingers find themselves kneading his hips in a ticklish manner that Jeongin just can't ignore. "Awh... but innie... You have such cute laughter... why would I ever stop?" Hyunjin coos with a chuckle. "Besides,, you've been teasing me all day with those squeaks and twitches, y'know?" there it was. Jeongin knew Hyunjin would pull that card.

He's left alone to breathe for a few moments. A few moments that feel like forever in all honesty but,, still a few good moments. He goes to push himself up off of his bed but his hyung stops him. "Ah, ah! We're not done yet, I haven't gotten all the spots I know you love,, the back... feet... knees... lay back down," the older orders. "Unless you're sleepy?" it's less of a question and more of an urge for Jeongin to meekly ask him to continue. Because Hyunjin was just so mean to him like that. He always got his way whenever the younger knight was concerned and he barely even had to do a thing. He's never even made Jeongin admit that he likes to be tickled. "Mm... no.. hyung.. continue, please," Jeongin hushedly requests. So with a pleased smile and a few items he'd gathered from around the room, Hyunjin definitely made sure the young fearsome knight's laughter graced their new ruler's ears.

#cute tickles #kpop tickling #tickle community #ticklefics #tickle #kpop tickle #tickling #stray kids tickle #tickle fantasy #lee! jeongin #ler! hyunjin #they're knights y'all idk what else to say #jeongin is a strong boy #with ONE weakness

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