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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 2 years

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Forgot - but then Steve Remembers

Steve FLUFF a tiny bit of angst but thats from steve part 1 here

Rebloogs and comments welcome do not repost or publish anywhere just a bunch of fluff tiny bit of angst sahing18+ just incase

I included number 89 from @time-for-a-lullaby repost of @youngdumbbrokehijabi-deactivate

In the quinn jet

"Nat please tell me that's the wrong date."

"Ok thats the wrong date."

"Why?"

"Shit."

"Language."

"That's still not going away,"he sighed. "But really is that the wrong date?"

"No. Why had a date?"

"Actually yea."

The entire quinnjet had come to a standstill.

"It was her birthday the day after we left. I thought- I can't believe I mixed up the days. What do I do?"

"Grovel." Nat went back to piloting.

"Say you sent her flowers and there a mix up."Tony shrugged

Steve looked Tony dead in the eyes with ire. "Tony I'm not going to lie to her. Plus she basically always knows when I'm lying."

"Did you tell her you were leaving? It was last minute." Nat tries to counter act Tony

"Yea but I didnt say it was a last minute mission just that id be on radio silence until I get back in like a week.

"You coud at least tell her you're comming back now." Nat offered.

"On the QJ be home soon. Can I come see you?"

Almost as quick as he sent the text he got a reply.

"You never have to ask. Are you ok? Any injuries?"

"No not even a paper cut."

Steve sat back in his seat "I really like this girl Tony. She's the best thing to ever happen to me in a long time. I don't want to lose her."

"Like Nat said. Grovel"

It was late when they got back but Steve didn't want to wait any longer. He had disapointed you enough.

But you were awake and waiting when he used the key you had given him to come in. You threw your hands around his neck and gave him a kiss.

"You promise you're not hurt." You looked to see if there was any blood coming through on his shirt.

"I promise. How are you?"

"Good" you gave a small smile.he studied your face but you had already cried the tears and this far off there was nothing left and the continual dissapointment was just stored away there until next year when you'd hope a little less. You tried to lead him to the couch but he wasn't budging.

"Im sorry I missee your birthday."

"It's ok" you shrugged. Ok all the tears weren't gone. Don't cry! So you changed the subject.

"Tell me about the mission. What'd you on the mission."

"What'd you do on your birthday?"

"Nothing just another Friday. So-"

"You friends didn't do anything."

"No they usually forget or are busy. I'm used to it."

Steve's heart sank and then he also felt bad at the parties Tony threw for him. He hated them but you hadn't even had a small fracture of that. At his party there were so many people he brought you as no one would notice another girl as he didn't want to thrust you into the spotlight but when he told you he hated when Tony went all out like this he didn't realize how much pain was behind your words of "Hey it could be worse they could forget your birthday entirely."

And how much it had to sting when he said the words "I wish." He wish he could've seen the pain behind your eyes that you are doing a very good job of hiding right now. But he still see a glimmer of a tear an extra drop of wetness that will refuse your eyes to get dry.

"Tell me about the mission" you asked again with some forced enthusiasm

"I really am sorry I-I should've made sure you got flowers or. I messed up I know I thought. I had the days wrong but not your birthday I know what day that is I just didn't realize what day it was when I left and-"

"Hey Steve its ok. I get it your job travels. Besides you saved the world what twice now? Three times. It's only a day. And you're here now."

You were so sincere his heart dropped. It was like like he forgot to pick up crackers at the store…ridiculously understanding. How had you gotten to that where it was nothing to you?

You were sleeping while he was wide awake. Not only did he forget your birthday but so did everyone. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. You were always one to send the first text or call to always be there always asking him do you think so and so would like this maybe I should get it for so and so , but they weren't there for you. What was even worse was that you seemed to expect it. Maybe that’s why, you didn’t want them to feel the same? Or even worse you thought they’d forget you if you didn't do things. He felt helpless, he was helpless because it was something he didn't prevent from happening that he could've; Sure he wasn't saving THE world. But he would've saved yours. And to him that was the same thing.

He swore to make it up to you let you know you were loved by at least him not thrown aside or forgotten - somehow.

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Steve's text to tony:

Tony promise me this'll work.

Tony:It will she'll love it.

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"And we'll a- Shit I gotta grab something from the tower then well go get dinner. Sound good?"

"Yea babe."

"You wanna come in-the others are gone on a mission they wont bother us.”

"Ok”

Steve took the private avenger entrence and elevator.

"You know I was thinking about introducing you." Steve hope that covered any nervousness that was showing.

"Really?" You were confused.

"Calm down if you're that excited I won't wouldn't want you to fangirl."

"Sorry I just you said you didnt want to before to keep me safe so."

"Well I was thinking maybe its time we can work on your safety Nat can teach you some self defense."

"You taught me."

"I know."

They reached the floor. He saw the odd taken back look when you saw the darkness."

"I always have my floor's lights off when I gone." He walked out of the elevator.

"You have your own floor? Steven you never told me that!"

He smirked at your use of his full first name.

"Steve come back here! A whole floor! “You followed him into the complete darkness until Steve said:

"Hey Friday" Steve said with a smirk.

"Surpise Happy birthday" everyone yelled with smiles and the lights tured on all at once. You had jumpd back so much and so hard that you almost fell no scratch that you fell Steve ran back in time to stop you from hitting your head.

"Www" was the only thing you could get out. With your mouth dropping. You looked around

"I think we broke her." Tony snarkrd

"Its all for you sweetheart." Steve wispered sweetly.

"Once we know you were the reason Steve has been so happy the last few months and that he missed your birthday well we couldn't just not do anything." Nat smiled.

"Plus you do charity I mean you're way out of Cap's league." Tony shrugged

"Tony" Pepper hissed.

"What you're out of my league too honey." Tony said to Pepper.

"Steve I- thank you all so much you this really did you really didnt have to do this."

"You should have seen him on the way home when he realized the date and how he screwed up. He wanted to do omething nice for you and so did we. Besides we are going to be good friends now. I'm going to teach you how to take down the brute if he gets to handsy. Or doesn't get handsy enough.” Nat winked and the room laughed.

There was a banner and a whole stack of presents food and a cake.

He introduced you to everyone and Friday put music on.

You were having a conversation with one of the lab techs the team is close with when Steve came up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Mind if I borrow my little spark plug here."

You giggled at the pet name that Tony had actually came up with once you could talk again as you were just plain giddy, a mile a minute . Steve had a the giant smile on his face as he brought you onto the balcony.

"You enjoying yourself?" He moved a peice of hair away from your face and tcxked it behin your ear. Wheich was mere mm away from your giant smile.

"Yea I've never had a surprise party or a party in years. Thank you Steve I mean it." You felt a kiss would be so disingenuous because it wasn't that he was doing this because he had to as your boyfriend it's because he wanted to. You know if he didn't want to he wouldn't have gone to all that trouble, this trouble and a kiss just didn't add upp- it didnt mean enough.

"I love you so much you didn't have to do this-"

"But I wanted to. Your smile makes it worth it "

"I know and that's why I love you you didnt just move on and forget"

"I love you. I didnt know your friends were that horrible. You just you deserve better. And loving you I just I figured you need new friends," Steve leaned in-

"Plus Tony gives the best presents."

"Steve, this party is enough of a present."

"You forgive me for missing your birthday?"

"Steve I told you."

"I know. And I know you were disappointed, you had to, how could you not be."

"Steve I cant blame you for having to work on my birthday. Although I can blame you for not even remembering the day beofre that the next day was my birthday."

"Am I forgiven."

"Of course but just this time."

He pulled you close

"Thank God because love you so much I don't know what I'd do without you."

Then he pulled you in for a kiss.

Later that night....

You had stayed at the tower you were too tired, too full and just wanted to never leave the warm and inviting place.

"I have another present for you"

"Steve"

"Go on open"

"You didn't have to"

"Just open it please."

You gasped in awe, it was drawing and sketches and water colors and one really pad canvas painting.

"Ignore my Picasso i can't paint" he forgot

To take that one out and he did now throwing it on the ground, you made a mental note to get that one to keep. Then you saw subject of the drawings.

"Steve babe this is amazing. This is so beautiful. Is this entire thing-"

"Yep all you my beautiful precious love. He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips

"You bring me more light than anyone could imagine"

Lost in his eyes his sincerity was not one that could be faked by meryl streep or cloony or anyone it was a look of pure adoration, pure love. You went to hand him back the sketch book.

He shook his head "No, this is for you. For you of you-"

"But you" you finished his sentance.

"Theres a drawing class free to the public this weekend with -"

"Moma?" Your eyes lit up. Youve been trying to get him to go for that for a while. You had wanted to go as well but were too nervous about being alone plus you wanted him to give you tips.

"What do you yu say we go this weekend?"

You nodded excitedly and pulled him in for a hug. He eyed you up and down taking in your happiness, at a simple free thing and that, that made you rival or beat Venus' statue herself.

"If I know youd be this happy would've said yes when you first asked."

"I love you Steve. I love you so much."

I love you."

He pulled you in for a breathtaking kiss

I originally wasnt going to say anything. But i did this so people understand its not them its thier idiot friends.

but I'm a fall baby and my friends dont always rembember my birthday so the first one was kinda cathartic typing it out but I know theres others who related and thats why I published it cause ur not alone when that happens I kinda wanted to make them see that its not u that needs ro change its ur friends and idiot superhero boyfriend but i mean how many concussions has he had at this point so...

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impastah-disastah · 1 month

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drawingfromthevoid · 5 years

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Just reblooging from the ripappreciationweek blog and saw your post on day 7 of the countdown: "Omg omg omg, should I… put out some Rip content next week?" Yes, yes, yes you should, even if it's just on tumblr!

Ahhhhhh okay ig I will then! I’m writing a very canon-divergent fic with a friend of mine that’s very Rip-centric and oc-centric on ao3 rn under the acct NotJustLoT, so if/when I make more rip content I’ll likely post it there !

#rip hunter #rip hunter appreciation week

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thepilgrimofwar · 5 years

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Fall

There was a chill in the air, a chill that bit harder tonight than all the nights before. It reminded Sederis about an old half-remembered proverb, one about frogs being brought to a boil. Slowly, the temperature of Quel’thalas had been dropping, and just like the frogs, no one had seemed to notice. Not until night had fallen that day, and their breath had begun to fog. Sederis wondered how long before the snows came.

He thought of cursed shores of black sand,

How long?

of frostbitten corpses lining muddy cobblestone streets,

Not long now.

Of the men he had to kill, and of the people he could not save.

Not long before it turns into Northrend all over again.

“Sederis.” A voice pulled him back from the brink of oblivion. He had been standing upon the crest of a hill that had given him a good view of battlefield. Now, all that remained was darkness. Darkness and the tiny glints of moonlight that reflected off shattered dwarven armor.

“What do you want Silversun?” he replied, pulling together the collars of his shirt beneath his lamellar armor.

Arrenir stepped out from the shadows behind him. “I was just curious. How you dealt with the faces in the dark. I’ve…” The paladin’s words trailed off into a mumble. “I’m having trouble sleeping.”

“You tell yourself that they died good deaths. That their sacrifices were made to save others-”

“I mean, the faces of the of the people you killed.”

Sederis ran his fingers through his hair. “I think you’re asking the wrong person. In my darkest moments, I don’t ever see the faces of the men I kill- Only the ones I send to their deaths.”

“No guilt, no regrets?” Arrenir asked, pacing restlessly behind the battalion commander.

“Because we’re such good friends, I’ll let you in on a secret. There is a sickness inside me Arrenir. I enjoy it.”

The paladin tilted his head in morbid curiosity. “You enjoy it?”

“All of it. The Killing. The Dying. I’m thrilled, to be leading my men tomorrow, ready to do horrifying things to people that love and laugh like we do. I’m excited, to find new ways to feed my men the beautiful old lie: that we do this in the names of the ones we love. Perhaps it’s because this is catharsis- since finally able to act on the inevitable. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t happy. Genuinely happy. More than I ever was while at peace.”

Arrenir frowned. “I’ve seen this before, on the Broken Shore. You’re a Warmonger. It doesn’t make you sick.”

“Doesn’t it? I think it does.” The Deathseeker insisted. “I think it’s sick that I have an appetite for killing. From the moment I first plunged my sword into the flesh of another living being, feeling their last spasms as life drained slowly from their eyes. I learned that there’s something intoxicating about holding the fates of others in the palm of your hand and at the tip of your blade, or throwing myself into the arms of Lady Death and feeling alive- Truly alive. Meanwhile, others like you need to have the act rationalized: that you kill, to protect your homes and families. That the soldiers who came here had signed up, and invaded, knowing full well that dying was among one of their many duties to their liege.”

“And as much as I rationalize it, I can’t help feel like I’ve stolen something,” Arrenir said. “Something unique. Something precious. You may get a power trip from taking the lives of others. But I don’t.”

Sederis turned to face him at last, giving him a smile of knives. “That’s good then. Because unlike me, it means you’ve got a fully functioning conscience. Don’t lose it. Hard to replace.”

“Why do I bother?” The paladin sighed and turned to leave but Sederis stopped him, looking his friend in the eyes.

“The faces will never go away. As with everything you’ll be experiencing over the next few months, they’ll be seared into your memory till the day you die. You’ll have to carry it all, wherever you go. To dinners, to parties, and to nice days in the sun. So it’s best to make your peace with it now, while it’s fresh. Before your guilt poisons everything… Before those faces turn into ghosts.”

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#The Sunguard #Sederis #Phoenix Wars

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pheita · 6 years

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It’s alive! (Imagine Mushu’s voice now)

I have created a side blog for my WIP! You will find all excerpts, short stories, AU Tuesday parts and Information about characters and the world of my WIP @mystical-world-story . It is all neat and categorized just for you my dear followers. So head over and follow it so you will never miss a new part again. I will also rebloog everything here, of course and keep on tagging those who wanted to be tagged.

Gosh, that took me hours of coding and trouble shooting and figuring out how I want to sort it. I never would have been able to do this without @cog-writes awesome posts how to do it and the little parts of coding I learned through this weird Andriod App. Thank you cog for doing this post. And yes I will shamelesly reblogg this for the next days.

#side blog #mystical world #I can't believe I did it #hooray for pheita

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the1rei · 7 years

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Bloomin’ Ross pt1

One of the people I follow reblooged this post: http://briannathestrange.tumblr.com/post/164189391169/so-remember-how-i-said-id-make-cassandra-a

I really liked it and jotted down a short little scene based on it. I might write more, but I don’t really watch the show so I’m worried about getting detailed wrong. Anyway, I hope people enjoy, especially the artist.

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Rose glanced up and down as she approached the castle wall pushing back the hood of her cloak and allowing her messy orange hair spill out, only half held back by a blue hair band. There was no hint of the light from the lanterns of the night guards' anywhere. Grinning Rose gave a shiver of excitement and looked up at the wall in front of her, the only major obstacle in her way, and no grappling hook or rope hung from her tan pouch belt, only a sheathed sword. She didn't need such aids; running her fingers up the wall, she searched she searched the lips of the bricks. She blushed a little as he thoughts went to a quite different set of ruby lips and the smile that would spread across them when Rose would present the sword to her and finally exchange their first words. Rose would say something witty, and Cassandra would laugh, and it would be the greatest day of her life!

Rose blushed again and shook her head bashing the thoughts glancing up and down the wall again imagining the guards catching her standing against the castle wall her hand reaching up and a dopey grin on her face. Thankfully there was still no sign of them, and Rose's thin fingers found a perch on the lip of one of the irregular stones. With a gentle pull, the well-developed muscles of her arm lifted her up off the ground her opposite hand searching the wall of another hold. Rose had worked a long day at the forge, and late into the evening after the guard, stopping by just before Xavier closed the smithy, dropped off a sword in need of repair. Rose recognized the weapon immediately as one of Cassandra's weapons and with a lot of begging convinced Xavier to let her stay and repair it by herself. Despite the long day's work, Rose arms weren't tired; love gave them the strength to push forward. Rose paused her climbing to bang her head against the stone wall, "Shut up and climb you, daft girl."

Rose continued to the top her thin finger finding perch on lips of stone so thing they would have done little more than scrap the skin from most people's fingertips, but Rose's fingers were tougher than most, harden by years working at Xavier forge. Rose whole body was tough as if it had been remade by the fires of the forge just as she had remade Cassandra's sword. Xavier said she had done a perfect job on it, but Rose wouldn't be satisfied until she was sure it was perfect, and there was only one way to make sure of that. Reaching the top of the wall Rose rushed along it silent and unseen, like a shadow. It took her only a few moments to reorientate herself to the unusual location her late night entry had put her in, but once she had, she could have found her way blindfolded. A minute later she found herself standing for the first time out in the open on Cassandra's training ground.

Pausing to catch her breath Rose looked around the practice course, blushing as memories so vivid it was like she was watching it happen before her eyes flooded her mind. Rose watched as a teenage Cassandra rushed around the course attacking training dummies and dodging obstacles. Cassandra moved with less grace than she had now, her swings a little too fierce and a little less forceful, and she dodged with a little less grace only narrowly escaping blows a few times. Turning Rose saw her younger self, her fingers tightly gripping her cover as she watched the other girl practice, her eyes wide and her cheeks burning hot. Rose's younger self gasped fearfully, and Rose turned back to see Cassandra being knocked down, not quite quickly enough to dodge an attack this time. She hit the dirt with an 'oof,' and Rose felt her younger self's urge to run to see if Cassandra was ok. Rose pained as her younger self's courage failed and instead she stood frozen as Cassandra's father hurried to his daughter's side and picked her up despite Cassandra's protests that she was fine.

Rose sighed as the memory, that was the first time she had failed to talk to Cassandra, but it was far from the last. Shaking her head, Rose unclasped her cloak and laid it across a nearby bench. She drew Cassandra's sword and fixed her eyes on the first dummy like it was her greatest enemy. She charged the mock foe and felled it with a single blow, the sword cut through it perfectly banishing her fear just as she hoped it would. With a giggle of delight, she rushed a cutout running it through with remarkably good form. Rose leap easily to her next opponent using a bit of light foot work to dodge an unseen attack, many smiths' legs grew stiff and slow from so many hours of standing at the forge, but Rose kept herself quick and agile by running every morning. Had he been there to watch rush around the practice course fending off its still foes Xavier might have been surprised at Rose skill, but rose had spent years secretly watching Cassandra train, she could picture the would-be guard's movements in her mind and follow them perfectly.

Rose couldn't help but let out a delighted 'squee' as she rushed around the practice course fending off unseen foes. She would never give up life at the forge, but she could definitely see what Cassandra liked about the life of a guard.

"Hey, you!" Rose's breath caught in her throat, and she nearly tripped over herself as she came to a sudden stop. She would know that voice anywhere, but for the first time, that voice spoke to her. With effort, Rose managed to look up and have her eyes confirm what her ears already knew. Cassandra was marching up towards her, a stern, commanding look across her face that nearly made Rose melt on the spot. "What do you think you're doing here!"

#tangled the series #tangled #give cassandra a girlfriend #cassandrose #rose #ross

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siren-dragon · 7 years

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Long Live the King - (Ardyn Izunia x Reader) Ch.8

At last, I’ve finished it! Now, I’m going to take this time to thank everyone who read/liked/reblooged this story, as this is pretty much the end. Also a big thank you again to @maty-yami, she has been a huge help writing this and I am so glad you gave me this prompt request. Now then, let’s proceed with the story

You quickly bolted through the desolate corridors of the Citadel, taking a moment to glance backward for any sight of your pursuer before swiftly changing direction. He was fast, but you could elude him; you had to. Taking another left you sprinted toward the Royal Garden for a place to hide but it was too late. A heavy weight fell against your back, causing you to trip until a strong hand grabbed hold of your arm, preventing you from face-planting into the grass beneath your feet.

“We got her Papa! We caught Mama!” came the delighted squeal of your son.

“We most certainly did, Ausel.” Ardyn replied, the laughter evident in his voice.

You huffed in mock anger despite the smile you were fighting to show. “Wrapping is cheating.”

“All is fair in love and war, my dear.”

“Yeah Mama, we used our rez-sore-ceses.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Is that so? Then I suppose I am able to use my secret weapon: the tickle monster!”

Ausel screamed for joy as your hands began to dance across his stomach, making both you laugh. Though you soon shouted in alarm as Ardyn’s arms wrapped around you both as he spun the two of you in circles. He laughed as the two of you tried to attack him, successfully toppling him onto the grass.

It often surprised you how time seemed to slow to a crawl in times of peril, yet race by in an instant in moments of joy. The past 10 years flew by faster than an enraged Zu, causing your beloved son to grow into a handsome young boy, with him inheriting Ardyn’s wild magenta hair and your (e.c) eyes. He looked so much like his deceased brother that you often wondered if he had lived, would your sweet Sitael have been so care-free? Ausel had once asked you about his older brother; wondering where he had gone.

“Your brother had died when he was very young,” you had answered, brushing his thick red hair.

Ausel cocked his head to the side curiously. “Do you and Papa still miss him?”

“Yes, we do.” You replied before smiling, “but even though he is no longer here, we still love him very much. Just as we do you, Ausel.”

“Do you think he would have liked playing Glaives and MT’s with me?” Ausel grinned. “Most definitely,” you laughed.

The days you spent with Ardyn and Ausel were the happiest of your life, regardless of the daemon-infested world that lay beyond the walls of the Citadel. You didn’t think it safe to travel to Insomnia after the events of the Treaty-Signing and the increase of daemons, but Ardyn swore no harm would befall you or Ausel so long as there was breath in his body. And so, the three of you remained within the Citadel, locked within your own little wonderland while the outside world fell apart.

Though thoughts of your friends did cross your mind; making you wonder if Prompto, Gladio, Ignis, and Cor were doing. Or if they were even still alive. You did regret not telling them the truth of your identity, but it was a regret you had to live with.

“Come on Mama! We’re playing hide-and-seek and Papa is it!”

But sitting here with your family was more than enough for you.

“The light waxes full…Return to thy kingdom where the Usurper awaits….”

Blue eyes opened once more within the darkened stone prison as the King of Light stood tall, returning at last. “The time has come.”

You sat upon the stone bench amongst the flowers of the Royal Garden, playing your ocarina as you had so many years ago. The artificial light did little to help the plant life grow, but it was enough to sustain sustenance for your family and a few of your favorite flowers. Ardyn sat beside you with Ausel within his arms, the younger male’s head laying limply against his father’s shoulder as he slept. You watched as Ardyn stroked your child’s hair gently, a proud smile splayed across his lips.

“He has grown so quickly,” Ardyn whispered.

You smiled, “yes, he has. Time flew by fast…”

“To fast for my tas-“Ardyn froze, his head turning as if trying to listen to a faint whisper.

“Ardyn? Are you alright?”

Ardyn’s expression instantly turned from one of joy to one of sorrow and anger. His grip upon Ausel tightened slightly as he lowered his head, masking his face behind his messy wine-colored hair. You frowned, placing a gentle hand upon his elbow; concerned with his sudden change of mood. “What is it my love?”

“….He is coming.” Ardyn answered.

There was no need for any explanations, as you already knew who the individual in question was. You bit your lip as dread began to fill your body and sorrow fell upon you like a dark cloud. Then…it was over. The last grain of sand had finally fallen from the hourglass, showing your time was done. Tears began to fall from your eyes as Ardyn gently cupped your cheek, wiping away the tracks that stained your face. “Do not waste your tears on me, (f/n); I have caused you enough pain already.”

“You will always be worth my tears, Ardyn,” you smiled. “When will he arrive?”

“Soon…very soon.”

You nodded, turning your gaze to the sylleblossoms that sat a few feet away. “Ardyn I- “

“Will you play for me?” Ardyn spoke, causing you to face him once more. “Just…just for a moment.”

“….Of course, my love.” You replied before raising the ocarina to your lips once more, allowing the sweet music to soothe your turbulent emotions. Perhaps it was best to leave somethings unspoken…

“Well fellas, we’re homeward bound at last. Time to suit up.”

“Finally get to rock these threads,” Prompto grinned.

“Wear them with pride.”

“Yeah, just hope they still fit,” Noctis spoke. “Though…there’s something I wanted to tell you all.”

“Hmm? What’s up Noct?”

“….It’s about (f/n).”

“Papa, will you tell me a story?” Ausel asked, hugging his black chocobo plush to his chest.

“Is there a specific one you wish to hear? You’ve quite a collection of books to choose from.”

Ausel shook his head, “no Papa; I’ve already heard those ones. Something new please!”

Ardyn raised an eyebrow at the request while you laughed under your breath.

“You are certainly your mother’s child. Very well then, I believe I have a story in mind. An old tale, long forgotten by the people of the world, but one that is as true as the air we breathe….”

“Now what is that phrase, ah yes;” Ardyn continued, a sly smirk on his face. “Once upon a time in a faraway land there lived a young King. This King was very kind and loved by all his people, always protecting them from daemons and ruling with a firm yet gentle hand.”

“But the King was lonely, for he had no one to stand alongside him to rule the kingdom. Then one day, while walking through his garden he heard the soft sound of music. Following the music he came upon a beautiful nymph that lived within the garden-“

“Was she really pretty?” Ausel interrupted.

Ardyn glanced toward you and smiled, “oh yes, very beautiful” He replied, causing a slight blush to color your cheeks.

“The King approached the nymph and said, ‘you play so wonderfully, my dear. Will you please play for me once more?’ The nymph was surprised by the King’s presence, but agreed to his request. So, every evening when the moon was at its highest, the King would return to his garden and listen to the nymph’s sweet melodies. And as the days passed by, the two soon fell in love.”

“However, the King’s brother was jealous of his sibling’s good fortune and wished to have the throne for himself. So, he asked the gods to bestow their blessing upon him and soon his prayers were answered. The gods turned upon the King and cursed him to wander alone in darkness for all eternity before imprisoning the nymph; never to be reunited with her beloved.”

“That’s horrible!” Ausel exclaimed.

“It certainly is,” Ardyn nodded in agreement. “For years the King was lost in the shadows, now spiteful and cruel from the experience.…And becoming the very monsters, he fought to protect his people from. But one of the gods felt sympathy for the disgraced King and believed even he deserved happiness. And so, the god released the nymph from her imprisonment and let her return to the King. But time had not been kind to the King and was not the man he once was and hurt his beloved nymph.”

Ausel gasped, “why would he do that? Was it because of the daemons?”

“No Ausel, there was no excuse for his actions. He was cruel and hurtful to her, deserving none of her affection; yet the nymph remained. She took hold of his hands and simply smiled, promising to stand beside him once more, now and forever.”

“And they lived happily ever after….right?” Ausel yawned, leaning against the soft pillows of the bed.

Ardyn smiled sadly, running a hand across his son’s hair. “Yes…they did.”

You slowly stood and wrapped your arms around Ardyn, burying your face against his coat and inhaling the scent of sandalwood. “We will both stay, until the end.”

“Home sweet home,” Gladio spoke, summoning his large claymore.

“At long last.”

“Next stop, the Citadel.”

“Yeah,” Noctis spoke. “Get ready everyone.”

You stood silently within the throne room alongside your son, waiting for Noctis’ return; your nerves fraying as Noctis and his friends journeyed closer to the Citadel. You knew what was to occur, what Ardyn had to do, yet you still felt a great sadness. How could you simply stand by and watch your love one march to his death?

The doors to the throne room soon opened and you took view of your friends. Ten years had changed them all, for no longer were they young, carefree adventurers; but hardened warriors. “I’m afraid you’re out of luck,” Ardyn spoke mockingly. “The throne brings you here? It seats only one.”

“Off my chair jester, the king sits there.”

Ardyn slammed his foot against the marble throne, fists clenched in anger. “Oh Noct…How I have waited for this. Longer than you could ever know….Tonight, the dreams of the blood royal, come to an end!”

“Spite’s all that kept him going,” Gladio huffed.

Prompto sighed, “talk about a grudge.

“Ardyn sit’s the throne?”

“Not for long…this is my Acension.”

You couldn’t help the proud smile that drifted onto your face at Noctis’ words, knowing that the young prince that had saved you in that lake, had grown into a fine King. Ardyn snapped his fingers, allowing his magic to incapacitate the Gladio, Ignis, and Prompto without killing them. There was no need for more casulties, he owed Noctis that much.

“What did you do?!”

“They have no place in this: the battle of kings! Come Noctis.” Ardyn grinned before warping away.

As Noctis walked toward the throne you stepped forward, pulling along your son into the light. “It’s been a long time Noctis.”

He paused, turning to face you and glancing at the child that stood beside you. “So Bahamut spoke the truth….”

“Noctis…I am sorry. I am sorry that I lied to all of you.”

“There is nothing to be sorry for (f/n), I...I know what happened. And…I am glad you were able to stand beside him.” Noctis smiled. “I am afraid I must go now….”

“Do not worry, I will look after them,” you said, nodding to Noctis’ fallen comrades.

“…Thank you (f/n).” And without another word, he warped away to battle.

You walked toward the unconscious men and slowly began to rouse them from their sleep. After several minutes, all three of them groaned in pain before turning their eyes to you. “(f/n)!” Prompto exclaimed happily. “Hello Prompto, it is good to see you all once more. But I’m afraid we have more pressing matters to attend to. Follow me.”

When you all arrived at the battle, only Noctis remained. You felt tears fall from your eyes and blend with the rain that fell. Ausel clung tightly to your hand and you knelt down to embrace your son, both of you mourning the loss of your Fallen King. Noctis came to crouch beside you, a look of sympathy on his face,

“I am sorry, (f/n).”

“No, it is alright Noctis. It was not your fault,” you sniffed.

“But…I do have a request.” Noctis spoke, “Ignis, Gladio, Prompto…will you please protect these two. After all, a kingdom needs it’s king.”

“With all our strength,” Gladio nodded.

Noctis turned to Ausel, bowing respectfully. “Take care, your Majesty.”

Ausel smiled before returning the bow. “You as well, your Majesty.”

The five of you watched Noctis climb the steps of the Citadel for the final time before the groaning of Iron Giants appeared behind you. Immediately you placed your son behind you, summoning your bow while the other’s conjured their weapons. Though soon a light appeared above you all as a loud explosion echoed across the city, before you knew no more….

Opening your eyes, you gazed upon the sunlit sky, the wind blowing the grass you laid upon. Sitting up you looked to see yourself within a flower covered meadow, the peaceful scenery a shocking difference from the darkness covered Insomnia you had lived in.

“….(f/n),” a deep voice spoke from behind.

Spinning around you smiled, rushing toward Ardyn and wrapping your arms around him. But slowly you let your arms fall, “this is goodbye, isn’t it?”

He nodded, “yes…it is.”

“I will miss you…”

Ardyn smiled, placing his fedora upon your head, “I will be waiting for you....now, and forever.”

You felt the meadow slowly fade away as you kissed your beloved one final time, “I love you.”

“And I you, my brave, little nymph….take care of our son….”

You watched Ardyn disappear and felt yourself pulled back to the land of the living, knowing that you will see him once more….

15 years later:

You watched as the palace servants rushed about the Citadel, some occasionally stopping to ask for your preference on flowers or what tableware should be used. It was rather humorous to see them in such a panicked frenzied and you couldn’t help but laugh. After all, a coronation only came so often.

“Hey (f/n), good morning!” Prompto grinned at you.

“Good morning to you as well, Ambassador Argentum.”

Prompto groaned, “aw come on (f/n), don’t start that again. I hear enough of it when I’m in Niflheim.”

You laughed, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. How are things over in Gralea?”

“Great, thanks to Aranea. She’s been a big help with the MT Rehabilitation, though it’s nice to be somewhere with no snow.” Prompto spoke, “though Aranea said she’ll be arriving later, eager to give the little rascal one last hair-ruffle. Speaking of which, where is the soon-to-be king?”

“Likely dodging Ignis to avoid his fitting.” You answered with a laugh.

“Ah, there you are (f/n), I was wondering if you’ve seen your son of late.” Ignis spoke, appearing behind the two of you.

“Is he avoiding you again Iggy?” Prompto asked.

“Well we can’t very well have a coronation without a prince,” Ignis chuckled.

You lay a supportive hand upon Ignis elbow, “I believe I know where he is and I will send him your way Ignis.”

“Thank you (f/n), and good luck.”

You walked down the corridors toward the Royal Garden, the sunlight making it look almost ethereal. Walking beside the lake you smiled at the sight of a familiar head of magenta hair that was tied into a messy ponytail. Slowly you approached the figure and leaned to his ear before yelling, “CAW Kids! It’s Kenny Crow!”

“Dear Ifrit!” your son exclaimed, frowning at your laughter. “Very funny, Mom.”

“I am sorry, I couldn’t resist.” You smiled, taking a seat beside him, “I thought I’d find you here. Hiding from Ignis again?”

“No…maybe,” Ausel sighed. “I just wanted to have a moment alone is all.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, “something on your mind?”

“I just…I wonder what he would say, seeing me here….Do you think he would be proud?”

You watched your now fully-grown son, almost a carbon-copy of his father and smiled. Gently you removed the fedora that sat upon your head, the black material old and faded, though still you wore it like a crown. “You are his son, he will always be proud of you Ausel; as am I,” you answered, placing the fedora atop his head. “I think it would look best on you now, don’t you think?”

Ausel stared at you in surprise before pulling you into an embrace. “Thank you, Mom, and…I love you.”

“I love you too, my dear. Now, time to get you ready before Ignis sends the Crownsguard after you.”

And as you later stood amongst the VIP guests as your son knelt a top the Citadel’s front steps to be crowned king in front of all Insomnia, you felt your heart burst with joy. Cor nodded to the young king before gesturing to your son and exclaiming; “All hail King Ausel Lucis Caelum, 115th King of Lucis! Long live the King!”

“LONG LIVE THE KING!”

And for a moment, you could have sworn you heard Ardyn’s voice whisper in your ear, “Well done, my love.”

Tada! That is the end of this chapter. There is only one more left, so stay tuned for the ending! ^_^

#ffxv #ardyn izunia #ardyn izunia x reader #fanfiction #Long Live the King - ch.8

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The first slash across Dimitri’s chest slipped past his armor, digging into his skin, blood welling fast and hard. It burned sharp and stung, but pain was an old friend that made it’s home in him. There were more important things on the line; somewhere deep in the caverns his son laid and he was getting him back. No ifs, ands, or buts about it; even if he died trying, he was getting Daniel back.

He parried the next blow from the sword with his own sword, a blast of lighting discharging to knock across the Templar’s helm. The metallic clang and screeching of metal on metal joined in flurry of combat. It rattled the Templar, lighting skittering off his helm, but he held fast, raising his sword for another blow. Dimitri slid past the attack, sliding up along the side of the templar, sword slashing against the exposed leathers. The blade bit into blood and he came around, magic crackling in his hands. But the Templar easily rounded, swinging his blade wildly, sending Dimitri to the defensive. He parried a hard and fast blow, arm straining with metal grinding against metal. He gritted his teeth, the Templar looming over him. Dimitri’s arm was failing and that was all it took for the Templar to twist, knocking the blade from his hand.

His breath left his lungs in a sharp gasp, a sharp, painful punch to the gut hitting him with a wet warmth. His body ran instantly cold, trembling as the pain screamed in his skull. He instinctively reached down, grasping at the blood soaked hilt of a knife buried deep in his gut. A shudder rocked his body, eyes threatening to roll back and for the darkness to wash him away. Blood welled from his lips and he sputtered. The templar grinned down at him, eyes bright with triumph.

His second mistake.

Dimitri’s lips split into their own bloodied grinned, teeth stained with rust, trembling and bloodied hand grasping at the top of the Templar’s breast plate. A gurgling wet laugh spilled from Dimitri’s lips, a red crackling light rising from the bloodied floor to the hand reaching for the Templar’s face. Horror spread in him and Dimitri could feel it thrumming in his own blood. He couldn’t move away, the magic already seeping into the bloodied wound at his side, holding him close as Dimitri turned his body against him. He yanked the knife from his gut, lighting crackling as the wound sealed back up, the soldier’s life for his own. An unequal trade, but a trade nonetheless. He tore and yanked and sundered at the pieces that held the templar together, magic powered by life stealing his away.

“Don’t you know,” Dimitri growled, eyes bright red as the Templar’s body twisted and mangled itself, breaking and tearing as the magic ripped him asunder. Blood oozed down his face and from his eyes, thick and wet rivers down his face. The Templar couldn’t even scream, paralyzed in abject horror as his life slipped from him, used against him. Dimitri watched the heap on the ground, watching the last of the light inside of his poor wretched life slip from his bones. His next words came in a low hiss from behind rust coated teeth.

“Never bloody a mage.”

#dragon age #da: inquisition #dragon age fanfiction #oc tag #dimitri: campaign #okay to rebloog #owen writes #guess what happens when you take 30+ damage in one hit? You get a very bloody and very powerful dimitri #he done fucked shit up #tw blood ///#just for you all in case it gets queasy #I've been hoarding mostly finished works so expect some stuff in the next few days

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