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#like seriously read the tags first guys pk is not having a fun time
ruthlesslistener · 4 years
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Bad Things Happen Bingo Part 5: Cradling Someone In Their Arms
He was not a father.
He was a King. A God. A perfect being, as he must be, so that his kingdom may thrive under his meticulous watch. Sometimes, the concepts tangled together, as he knew they did for his subjects, but they were divorced enough that he could not claim the title of parent. Certainly, they could not coexist within the path he had wrought for himself, placing the safety of his kingdom above all else. It was not in his name, in what made his new form, in what differed him from the ancient corpse buried on the outskirts of the savage wastelands. It was not in his past, in the Abyss far below, where millions and millions of broken shells lay lifeless.
He was the Pale King. He was not a father. He never could be.
And yet.
The sleeping bundle in the corner of the room claimed otherwise.
(Technically a companion piece to A Lesson on Fatherhood, but reading that is not required to enjoy this fic.)
[aka who wants to read 13k words of the pale king having a mental breakdown over his itty bitty daughter? also hollow is there and having a Time]
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