#oh and if you wonder it's king's maker

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no because why was I listening to futures song called rich sex and thought maybe I could request you to make a sex scene for the influencer wife x rapper Eren cause it just…goes so well with the song , cause like…imagine Eren was on tour right? And y/n is with him too , don’t you think it’ll be a GOOD ASS SMUT if they fuck WHILEEEE on tour? And then Eren is dressed up all in his expensive jewelry such as y/n and then he decides to fuck y/n for a lil adrenaline rush to hype him up before he gets on stage. So don’t you think that would be A GOOD ASS SMUT cause I think so too.

Oh. My. Goddddd!! This is perfect likeee, your mind. I’m biting my fist so hard thinking about this. 😩 say less, I got you bby!

(btw, I hope y’all ain’t sick of this storyline yet cause it’s fr my fucking fave and the only thing I’ll be talking about for the next week!)

“Baby, let's go have rich sex”

themes: riding, 69, choking, mentions of drinking and smoking, exhibitionism (if you squint), mirror sex, collapsed back shots, they just be fucking nasty fr so anything goes

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another day, another dollar as the saying goes but it was another night, another city down in the instance of the international recording artist…going from state to state, pouring his heart out on the stage in the form of his wonderful music. Although it had been some time, he still had it like he never left and the proof was in the form of not only his massive ticket sales but all of the tweets and tagged pictures, praising the rapper for his performance and love of his fans.

now, he was on his tour bus..headed to the next location on the docket of his North American leg. Surrounded by his crew, band and of course, the love of his life, (y/n) (l/n); having not too long ago celebrated the joyous occasion with those he cherished most as they all raised champagne glasses for a toast to Eren.

now the musician could be found in the luxurious master bedroom of the bus..lying atop the California King, shrouded in blue silk Versace bed linen, which was discreetly embroidered with the designer logo and his initials on the other side. A black robe from the same maker swaddling his freshly showered body..

mindless background noise could be heard playing from a fifty inch flatscreen mounted on the wall. Currently, he was blowing clouds of smoke into the air from the spliff placed between his lips..using it to ironically come down from the high of the evening. It was always his ritual of sorts to decompress after being on stage. A time of quiet reflection except now…

“You mind if I join you?..”

he had much to look forward to afterwards. That sweet, sexy voice he’d never grow tired of hearing, perking him straight up from his position. He’d be greeted by the pleasant surprise of his beloved bride-to-be, taking off your robe and standing at the foot of the bed in all white lace lingerie..contrasting that almost ethereal umber complexion. Like the smoothest Godiva and his biggest weakness, among other things..

those pretty ass titties sitting up perfectly in that bralette and cascading down your back were the forty inches of Brazilian bundles; black with honey blonde highlights at the very front. Those baby hairs styled and laid to perfection.

you truly were a goddess in the flesh.

“..and I was just wondering where your pretty ass was..c’mere, baby.”

the sentence followed by a wave of his finger, signaling you to climb on top of him. And with that deep, drowsy..sexy voice, you wouldn’t waste another second doing so. Immediately gliding a hand up his chiseled, tattooed chest and targeting his neck with gentle kisses;

flicking around his ear and hitting those giant studs in them. Your soft lips slightly brushing the diamonds of the customized ‘EJ’ chain, courtesy of famed jeweler Johnny Dang. A piece he acquired after the success of his very first album..a good luck charm of sorts, worth over ten bands..

but the collection didn’t stop there. A Patek scattered with VVS’ that could pay someone’s car note, grazed your bare ass as he gripped it with both hands amidst your make-out session.

(Y/N) slowly grounded on his lap to drum up the impending hard on that quickly formed at the sight of you. How could it not when his baby was adorned in matching pieces that glowed like fluorescents under the ceiling’s lavender lighting? The Cuban Link encrusted with pink diamonds and your name plate, a Rollie with the same color scheme and a glistening choker and anklet with his name on it.

all reminders of his rampant success and the fact that you were all his..taking pride in the fact that he could afford to not only splurge on himself but ice his girl out as well. One look around that bus and anyone could see how much he loved the lavish life..even if he didn’t flaunt it for the world to see.

“Y’know, I’m so proud of you, baby..I swear I’ll never get tired of hearing you perform.” the muffled words uttered in a sultry tone and one that made him feel better than any comment could. You really were his number one supporter and now, you wanted to give him a reward that no one else had to offer. Staring at his beloved with those gleaming green eyes that you loved so much, he’d crack a faint smile. “Yeah? I did a good job, huh mama?” that nickname always sending chills and tingles to unseen places…

honestly, being the perfectionist he was, he’d had doubts. There was no way he’d be able top his last performance or draw out another crowd like that. But you were going to remind him every time that he still was every bit of the star they said he was. And that was all the validation he needed.

you’d continue touching and licking all over him, trying to render that pretty physique of his completely nude. “…mmmm, yes and you looked sooo fucking good on that stage tonight..couldn’t wait to come fuck on you..”

admitting bluntly with your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, suckling on his skin and surely leaving a hickey or two. Meanwhile, you’d rub the thin seat of those panties against his erection, that was growing larger. The tiny wet spot forming as a result of the friction…which made him claw at the sheets. There was no way he’d ever survive this tour without you here! Months on the road without his girl?

FaceTime would’ve never sufficed but truthfully, you were turned on the second you saw him up on that stage..so confidently spitting his lyrics, commanding the crowd and talking his shit. What really done you in was the final song when he became shirtless;

black cargos hugging his waist and faintly exposing the waistband of his boxers..chains shining and sweat glistening from his ripped muscles as he was performing one of his more risqué joints. Looking direct at you when he rapped about fucking like he wanted to give you his child. Of course, his horny fangirls would probably disagree and say the message was meant for them..hence why they all began grabbing at his crotch.

“Yeah? ‘Cause I been needing some of that pussy too..”

..but rest assured, you were the only thing on his mind. That much confirmed by the way he was sucking his teeth and moaning. Pawing at your g-string to peel it back and expose your dripping center. Once that cool air hit your warmth, his cock was next; allowing you to tease yourself against his shaft as he opened up that bathrobe. So helplessly grinding and whimpering with his tip grazing your clit..leaning up momentarily only to align with your entrance..gliding down on it until you both heard the slight pop of it being inside. Almost immediately, Eren tossed his head back and moaned at the sensation of your tight grip.

“Oh fuck..” meanwhile, you were getting into position; planting both feet on the bed and a hand across his chest. Something about staring down to see him with that chain on as you bounced on that dick just made you wetter. And he knew you loved fucking him with that jewelry on so he wouldn’t dare remove it..neither of you could sit idle though so once you gathered your bearings, (y/n) began moving, slowly propelling yourself up and down on it just to get a feel.

the visible tightness of your insides gripping him with each one..it was because of that, this man would buy you the whole world if you asked. That pussy was worth billions as far as he was concerned! So once you started to add a little rhythm and speed to your riding, he’d glare up at you in amazement. Smacking noises erupting as you had already slathered him down in your slick from that previous teasing.. “..yeah, just like that, baby…’fucking me so good.”

it’d be a miracle if you didn’t wake the rest of the passengers on board with his loud moaning but you weren’t too far behind as that tip reached your spot. It never took much from this angle. “Just lay back, daddy..and let me do the work. You deserve it…” nothing made him feel better. Having this bad bitch fuck his brains out..a little buzzed from the alcohol and weed he consumer earlier, it was bliss.

“Mmm..thank you, baby. Oh my God..you feel so good right now..”

but you were struggling a bit, trying to gain your pace because no matter how many times the two of you made love, his massive size was still your weakness. But you took that shit every time like you owned it! Eventually, (y/n) was full blown fucking him..balancing perfectly on those tip toes and bouncing.

even deciding to throw a few tricks into the mix with that big voluptuous ass, twerking and dancing on that dick whilst you grabbed at his chain as a leash of sorts. That’s when you felt him pulsate inside of you and felt the sudden clutch of his heavy hand on your backside, followed by encouraging slaps to your cheeks. “yeah..let me know how good that pussy feels..how much you love when I ride this dick..” without a doubt, he was your bitch at the moment! Eyes stretched wide and mouth agape with loud moans as you clamped around that shaft once again.

a sheet of slimy, sticky arousal being the only barrier between your clashing flesh. It made no goddamn sense how messy you got.

“I fucking love that shit, mama…about to make me come in that pussy..she so wet f’r me too…fuuuck!” sounding so hot and helpless with those high pitched cries. You loved when he became submissive like this.

he was exhausted after moving around on stage for two hours and not too long ago, he was drained but right now, it was taking everything in him not to fuck up into you..but he knew you could handle it and soon, it would pay off. Continuing to ride until you felt your legs begin to weaken, you’d eventually lie flat against his torso and slam that round ass entirely on him; burying that cock until it hit your core. From there, you two met in a sloppy, passionate kiss..exchanging strings of saliva and sexy whimpers.

your mouth eventually meeting his ear, only to fill it with sweet cries. “I’m ‘bout to come, daddy! Fuck..I c-ca—“ your sentence coming to an abrupt halt as you felt a ping in your tummy and suddenly, couldn’t go another second. Your wobbly legs shot straight up as you reached your climax first. Which he wasn’t too mad at, considering the fact that he always wanted you to get that nut first and also, you were flooding him and his sheets with squirt.

not to mention, it gave him just the opening he needed to take control for this next position. “Nah, don’t run. Sit on this fucking face.” With a grin on his features, Eren reached over and clutched behind your thighs, bringing you down to his face to let some remnants fall into his open mouth. He loved your taste..drinking it in like it was the finest FiJi. His freakiness knew no bounds and you loved it.

“Mmmm, baby! Fuck!” (y/n) crying out as he slurped your juices and that swollen clit. You’d look back to see his manhood still standing at attention and twitching on its lonesome as he tongue fucked your pussy. But you didn’t have to miss out on the fun either as he instructed you to flip around so that you were locked into a sixty nine position. He hadn’t come yet so he wanted make sure to fill your pretty little throat with all that nut instead..

he was already enjoying his feast, flicking his tongue between your folds and even your asscrack when you managed to get acclimated with you began suctioning those plump lips around his shaft. Sucking him off and tasting yourself in the process..soon, your bodies were like a well oiled machine; working in tandem to give each other oral pleasure..the only thing heard from either end were soft whimpers and loud slurping.

putting his dick seven inches down your throat until you coaxed out spit bubbles to further lube him up with before jerking him off for a minute. The cold steel of your chain gently brushing past his balls which caused him to thrust up into your throat. He had a knack of not playing fair when it came to you sucking his dick. He always wanted to test your limits and see how far that cock could fit, even sometimes touching your uvula when he done so. He couldn’t help himself when you were so skilled at giving head..even jokingly saving you in his phone as throat goat.

the way you didn’t care how messy it got, if you fucked up your makeup or even choked, you’d eventually end up swallowing his nut in some form or fashion. And right now, you were well on your way to doing so. Softly massaging his sack, you’d continue working his member, pumping it to inevitably make him climax. But the more you suckled at his tip, the further he shoved his tongue into your entrance and made you yelp. He’d be getting a second orgasm out of you if he wasn’t careful.

and he wasn’t letting up until that happen. However, he wasn’t too far behind and in one swift move, (y/n) spat those strings of precum and saliva back down on to his length and cleaned it all up with one big suction motion that nearly took him off the bed.

“F-fuck!” drumming those cries out of his mouth as you did the same to his cock..milking that warm, white fluid from his balls to the back of your throat. Almost like clockwork, you too released yet again, all over his tongue. He’d lap it all up with no hesitation also..

“You’re so fucking nasty…God, I love you..”

Eren choked out from the back of his throat, head tossed against the silk lined pillow case. You’d look down to see his toes curling and legs trembling..a job well done if you could say so yourself. But the two of you weren’t finished by a long shot. He needed to be inside of you..and this time, he wanted you both to watch! Finally coming to, he’d smack your ass a couple times to get your attention and move you once more.

placing you at the edge of the bed, he’d command you on all fours and to face the giant mirror in front of it. Your nude, sweat slicked bodies on full display in the reflection…it was something so sexy about it. Planted firmly in the mattress on your hands and knees, you’d stare straight ahead, winding those hips in a fluid motion and slowly making that round ass jiggle. The curve could be seen as you folded your arms and pressed your perky titties further into the mattress; making that back arch as far as it could go.

it was that type of thickness men made full songs about. That had the whole industry hating on this man for no reason..other than the fact he was the one lucky enough to beat your back in every night. But you doubted there was anyone else who could ever put that dick on you the way he did! And he was about to prove why.

“Look back at me when you do that shit, mama..” twisting your head around, you’d give him a doe eyes expression with those big brown orbs, subtly tossing it against his pelvis as he bucked up against your ass; smacking on it for encouragement. “..so goddamn fine, I swear..”

flicking your tongue over your lips, you’d continue throwing it on him until you felt him clutch your waist, resting that wristwatch on the cute dimples in the small of your back. Around your hips hung a bejeweled belly chain, and he was about to use it to his advantage. Now, he had tugged your face forward again, making you watch as prepared to give you that pipe for the second time..it was his turn to be in control so you knew he was about to go crazy…

gently tapping that head against your sticky center, he’d make you draw a few light huffs, mainly out of frustration. That little hole was spasming on air and asking to be filled so you couldn’t take anymore of the teasing. “Mmphmm…quit playinggg. Give me that dick.” It was so adorable how antsy you got that quickly. Because you looked so precious when begging, he wouldn’t hold out any longer.

“Alright, alright…I won’t. You know what to do, open that shit up then.”

immediately, you’d place your palms to your round cheeks and spread them apart. Your diamond tennis bracelet and long acrylics laying on your smooth skin..like a work of art. Suddenly, you’d see a long trail of saliva trickle from his lips onto his cock head, where he’d massage it in before stuffing it back in your needy cunt. Damn near sucked in by those folds. You obviously needed him pretty bad..

so he’d never keep his princess waiting. His manicured fingers clutched that little accessory to keep you reigned in as he began feeding you deep strokes to the center of your core. Not exactly rough yet but damn sure not slow..enough to have you creaming with only a couple in. Meanwhile, you could see him fixated on the motion of your ass, moving with each one. Back shots with you always went fucking dumb..the sound, the collision of skin..it was perfect.

“Feels good, huh baby?” Taunting in a soft moan as you’d look up and see him chewing at his lip, trying to concentrate on his rhythm. You didn’t have to worry about him because he’d be handling it soon enough. Chuckling, he’d just smack your bottom again and speed up. “You just bouncing that shit on me…don’t stop, baby.”

and you’d gladly obey, letting him tug you back as he impaled you on his shaft..fitting it past the hilt, shoving it in and then all the way back out. Soon, he was rocking you back and forth with complete dominion over your body. You’d fuck him back, meeting those thrusts for as long as you could until you found yourself trembling and he took control again. No need to stress though because he was more than capable of fucking you just fine on his own.

“..tapping out on me already, princess? I’m not even close yet.” Now it was his turn to tease you and with one hand still on your ass; thumb pressed into your puckering asshole, the other reaching for that long hair; not giving a fuck if he messed it up because he’d pay to get it redone, he’d pound your little pussy like he was trying to make good on his promise during the concert. That platinum chain slamming his chest and the few untamed brunette locks scattering around that handsome face, he’d tap into another speed and keep going for you.

the glistening diamonds of all your collective jewelry practically glowing underneath the now dimmer fluorescent lighting…such a pleasing aesthetic and fuel to keep going. At this point, he had you clawing at the bed sheets, trying to keep your head up but drool was seeping from between those pretty lips and your eyes were rolling to the back of your head..he was beating your shit up so bad, you could feel it touching the inner corner of your cervix. It was unfathomable how big that shit was and how well he wielded it. That’s why you’d gladly display his name on you.

“Hhngh! Daddy, fuck! Yes—oh my gosh! I can feel it…’s so deep..” Tears beginning to swell and fall from your eyes at this point because you couldn’t take it. His palm slowly circulated your throat, applying slight pressure to asphyxiate your breathing and give you even more stimulation. Undeniably, he was the best dick you had ever had and to think, you’d be getting it in every city and for the rest of your life. But that was perfect because he’d train that pretty little cunt to only conform to his shape. So much so, you’d never want to leave…

“I know, baby…but you taking that dick so good for me. I don’t wanna stop.” And that much was apparent when he slowed only for a second because you were frozen before clamping down and releasing a stream of squirting juices. It happened so fast, that you couldn’t even time your orgasm.. “ahhh, shittt! Mmmphm!” full blown fucked to tears as you rubbed it out onto his jumping member, which made him so proud; even slapping it against your slit to drum more out. Until you finished and collapsed on your stomach.

“You look so pretty when you come…I love it.”

but the fun wasn’t over quite yet! Keeping his palm planted to the center of your back, Eren held you down and continued drilling into you..rutting his hips into your cheeks and shoving his cock as far as he could go. “It’s alright, mama. You did so good..but let me handle the rest. I got it..lemme take care of you.” his voice completely soothing and comforting as he massaged your back. To be so delicate after making you nut for a third time was nothing less than to be expected of your man.

however, he’d be joining you shortly and you’d both be on that climatic cloud together. His voice began to crack and you’d hear his breathing become faster..he was definitely reaching his peak and before long, those thrusts slowed drastically and only came in shape jolts, signaling how close he was. That grip was a little too much now and with his shaft swollen inside of you, he’d have no choice but to stay in it. “Ha!-f-fuck!..I’m ‘bout to come, baby..”

and with those final words from his beloved (y/n)..

“Come in me..nut in this pussy, daddy. I want it..”

he’d fulfill your request by dumping every drop and inkling of his warm seed into your womb. Pinning you to the mattress before collapsing over onto your entire frame. Whining so helplessly, that it was so attractive. Being the one to witness his most vulnerable moments was so amazing, especially when you were responsible.

lying there in complete shock, you were pretty sure everyone on that bus had probably heard the two of you creating a chorus of chaotic love making. But none of it matter. In that room, it was like an entirely different planet where only you both existed and you didn’t want to come back down anytime soon..

brushing your hair off the nape of your neck, he’d place a couple soft kisses on it and your spine before bringing your face back around to let your lips crash together again. The slow kisses after fucking like animals was always the best.

“I love you..” “I love you more..” the words exchanged through pressed lips but you both meant it clear as day. For a minute, he’d just gently caress your back to soothe you. Watching you cry, even if from pleasure didn’t sit right with him! “How you feel? Are you okay?” Whispering against your ear as he gently pecked it. All you could do was giggle because after that, you had no complaints. “Much better now..you?”

and of course, it was no question: “Let’s just say I feel like I can go do a hundred shows now.” Making both of you break into laughter. It seems that your motivation was doing wonders for him.

but first, a little bit of actual sleep wouldn’t hurt! One thing was for sure though..cars, jewelry and bags aside, what you done to and for him and the love you gave was completely priceless. Something not even money could buy.

#eren jaeger smut #eren fanfiction #eren x black fem!reader #eren x black reader fluff #eren x black yn #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x black reader #aot eren #attack on titan #black reader smut #black fem reader #black fanfic writer #black fanfiction #smut fanfiction #black reader #aot x black reader #fanfic #anime #attack on titan smut #aot smut #aot au #musician au #aot x reader #eren x you #influencer #eren brainrot

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☆ how the boxers were as children ☆

Hey besties, sorry for dissapearing i was busy decaying, enjoy my cringe ass writing

Glass Joe

- Really sleepy & an edgelord, he was the kid that had hair covering the side of his face in middle school

- his parents always said that he wouldnt really be able to take up boxing due to him being a natural coward, jokes on them Joe isnt scared to get hurt (physically)

- loved reading old writing, especially gothic literature, he has a soft spot for dark writing

- wrote cringy edgy poems about every crush he had, his parents sometimes pull them out to torment him

- tried to start his own band, failed miserably

- still attached to his edgelord phase very much

- if he was a teen during the 2000-2010's he def would have a edgy wolf oc and a Deviantart account

Von Kaiser

- sickly victorian child + little german boy hybrid

- his parents always spoke with permission so he also started copying them, leading to him always interrupting people by saying "can i ask something?"

- had that one little german boy outfit, along with the huge ass lollipop and dumb hat, anytime someone pulls out his childhood pictures he prays they dont whip out those photos or he will get bullied recklessly

- NEVER EVER cursed until the wonderful age of 15 when he yelled out the word "fuck" after dropping a wrench on his foot, his dad wasnt even upset he was more concerned because holy fuck his child dropped a wrench on their foot

- got sick really often, he was out here being asked to be taken out into the garden one last time before you all posers

Disco Kid

- that one kid who had a really cool dad that let him do anything as long as he didnt blow up the house

- Really creative, writing up stories with pictures, his grammar wasnt really the best (along with his writing) so his parents had to read "the addventours off the brince" and hold in their laugh

- He was the kid who performed an entire ass dance choreography to get your parents to accept the sleepover invite

- got introduced to Disco music by his dad, got obsessed with it instantly and started dancing everywhere

King Hippo

- ate glue

- never spoke with anyone, Just beat up anyone picking on him and no one messed with him ever since

- people just gave him paper to eat, fresh with colored pencils

- liked to play make believe with his plushies

Piston Hondo

- He let you copy off his homework, i think that tells you enough

- everyone only recognized him for being a smart ass, not being creative and that really upset him

- played chess a whole lot, joined tournaments and won some medals

- academic burnout hit him like a train

- for a while, art and writing was his only escape from stress & pressure, he journaled about his feelings and drew his soul out, due to this he struggled to express his feelings without words

Bear Hugger

- chased everyone around with a spider then ate it, he was so evil for what

- never actually went to school, his parents lived out in the woods and homeschooled him since no one likes walking 2-3 hours straight just to suffer in a seat

- He always had a interest in animals, him and mrs bear go are childhood friends, mrs bear met him when she was a cub, due to this he got spared by mrs bears mom and suddenly had a 2nd mom, once his family realized that their son got adopted by a bear, they kindly let the bears in and treated it like it was normal

- loved fishing with mrs bear, he taught her how to use a rod and she taught him how to catch fish with his bare hands

Great Tiger

- so called "self sufficient" When he was just used to being alone and kinda accepted the fact he'll never have proper friends

- created the most batshit insane scenarios with his clones that would make the average hollywood movie maker shed tears, these gems include: divorce, murder, crime, assault and tea parties

- talked to himself a whole lot to the point where his parents took him to a therapist

- never really made friends, Just made himself his own friend

Don Flamenco

- oh no.

- his dad basically hated him, insulted him a whole lot, made fun of him, literally just made him insecure, when he got the opportunity to escape his dad by boxing, he took it without hesitation and got out of there

- was never really home, he was always out with friends to avoid his dad back at the house

- emotional stability? Who needs that when you can ignore your problems?

- people pleaser no matter what he says

Aran Ryan

- greasy ass bitch

- his parents didnt teach him shit, you think tigers parents didnt care about him? They'll look like helicopter parents next to them when they see what aran has going on

- had bad hygiene, only learned to shower and take care of himself in the 5th grade, thanks to that and his name, my boy got bullied and developed his behavior to defend himself from people

- Always ran from school & home, he had a hide out from away from home and a bit close to school to escape whenever he had the chance, he always dissapeared for a few weeks (sometimes months) and nobody really went looking for him, either from knowing he'll return sometime or they just dont care enough

Soda Popinski

- lonely, him and tiger are the difference between feeling lonely vs being alone, he doesnt handle loneliness well

- grew up with his grandpa & his stories, always loved listening to them and copied him whenever he wanted to tell a story

- never had a proper social life due to having to take care of his grandpa + him getting concerned about soda whenever he was out for too long

- spent most of his time crying from loneliness, away from him

Bald Bull

- precious!!! Was really shy and had a rounder face that everyone in his family pinched like crazy

- extremely sensitive & emotional (he still is hes just bottling it up shh)

- stuttered a lot, think about that one "have you ever had a dream you could you can't you would you you could be anything" kid

- was really short and just shot up one day

- scaredy cat, could be scared from anything, including: bugs, darkness, thunder, needles, sharp stuff, blood, death and alcohol (he also still gets scared easily but shh shut up)

- Always snored in his sleep, inherited it from his dad

Super Macho Man

- obsessed with sharks, dinosaurs, trucks and cars, basically got obsessed with anything he found cool

- his parents spoiled the living fuck out of him, no dime left unspent on him, no quarter spared

- Always lied about having something at the playground, sure Macho i trust the fact that you have "every dinosaurs teeth" 100% never doubted you for a second

- his parents love language was money so it got passed down to him, they were just throwing money at him and fucking off

Mr Sandman

- oldest child in his family, has 4 siblings and loves them all very much, had to help his mom & dad take care of them since they were a handful

- started boxing early so he was never in school that often unless it was 99% neccessary

- slept a lot thanks to him being tired constantly from rushing around

- knows how to do hair & make up from his younger sister

#punch out #headcanon #punch out wii #punch out headcanons #don flamenco #glass joe #piston hondo #aran ryan #bald bull #great tiger #this was so fun to make yay yay yippee #sorry for dissapearing i was mentally going downhill #i am drained eughshhs

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Midnight Rain

Daemon Targaryen x Reyna Targaryen (OC)

You were my midnight rain

- Angst - Slowburn - Fluff

Pt 1 / Pt 2

The ball was in full swing and I could hear music blaring loudly as I walked down the castle halls alone. It was an exhausting discussion, but I forced my father not to assign me a guard. I was weary of who to trust in this dragon’s den and I can protect myself.

My thoughts drifted to my son, wondering if he was having a good time. Viserys requested to go to this event with his cousins Jacerys and Lucerys tonight and I welcomed the bonding even if I felt highly uncomfortable around my sister.

I stopped by the open archway, peering up at the night sky. My growing nerves preventing me from entering the lively ballroom. Last time I was at a ball like this, Daemon had just returned from another victory in battle.

“I have watched you sulk your night away. Why are you not dancing?” Daemon asked as he leant back against the very wall I currently rested upon.

“My father thinks I am old enough find a suitor.” I answered glumly.

“And you are not happy of this news?” His tone was mocking as he took a drink of his wine already knowing the answer to his own question.

“You know very well why I am not, uncle.” I half heartedly glared in his direction.

Daemon nodded, “I was like you once.”

“Once?” I teased turning my body fully towards him now, “Do you forget that you are still are not married?”

“Hush,” He smiled matching my movements, “This is your suitors ball not mine.”

My smile faded at the teasing reminder, “I want to be more than just a wife and child maker.” I sighed.

“Then let me lighten your sorrows with a dance.” He set his glass down and held his hand out towards me patiently.

I smiled softly, the butterflies in my stomach always managing to appear when he is around. I placed my hand in his.

That was the first time he showed any interest in me. An interest that wasn’t the fleeting glances and cordial hello’s as he passed me by to greet his blood. Though no one would dare question my adoption out loud, the feeling of being an outcasted sheep was felt sourly.

But I remember… I remember his warm hands pressed against my waist. I remember our smiles that mirrored one another. I remember that night as if it were yesterday. He stayed with me, refusing to leave my side as he shooed off any suitors with his hard gaze. His hair was shorter then too. I mused.

“Alright.” I spoke to myself as I pushed aside my thoughts, “The past can’t help now and neither can he. I can do this on my own.”

I can entire the dragon’s den as force of my own for I am not a dragon… I am a wolf.

I entered the ballroom with stride, my dress made of ice blue silk and diamonds this time as it glittered from the lights.

“My king! The Queen Of Nox has arrived!” The page announced.

Those nearest to the door greeted me with a bow and a good evening. I smiled in kind before walking towards my father and greeting him with a bow.

“Thank you for joining us my daughter.” The king welcomed me and the party commenced.

“Thank you for inviting me and my son.” I smiled, “Speaking of, I must seek him out.”

“Last I saw he was by the food.” Alicent said and I smiled to her gratefully and went on my way.

I was thankful for the parting crowd as I walked throughout the ballroom and soon found Viserys by a table filled with a variety of food brought out by the butlers and maids. It warmed my heart to see him talking with his cousins, a wide smile on each of their faces.

“Mother!” Viserys waved me over as soon as his gaze landed on me, “Jacerys was just telling me about his time learning our mother tongue.”

“Oh that is quite lovely! I’m happy to know that the language is still taught within these walls.” I smiled towards my nephew, “And how are you finding the language?”

“Difficult.” He chuckled, “I’m not sure the difference between what is attack and what is a potato.”

“Tricky indeed.” I mused with a nod.

“I offered to help him learn while we are here.” Viserys said.

I nodded at the proclamation, “That is a wonderful idea! I am happy to hear the three of you getting along.”

“As am I.” I heard my sister say behind me.

I turned and the smile on my face settled to a plangency as I greeted her and our uncle, “Good evening sister… Uncle.” I greeted them both in kind.

“How are you my sister?” She asked.

I glanced towards her attire, fitted in black and gold, “I am alright, thank you. How are you?”

“Sore.” She humored, “I’ve been on my feet all day.”

I nodded in understanding, “That is understandable.”

“Are you sure you are alright?” She continued, “I haven’t seen you since the night you arrived.”

“Quite.” I stated pressing my lips together in a thin line, “I’ve just been busy. I have been with father, discussing some business between our kingdoms.”

“What kind of business?” Daemon spoke without so much as a hello.

I rolled my eyes refusing to look at him and instead directed my attention to a certain pastry I would like to have later, “Wouldn’t you like to know, prince.” I said pronouncing that word with mockery.

If I were looking at him I would have laughed at the glare he sent me, “I have every right to know, I am your uncle, niece.”

“I am a Queen to you, address me as such or get out of my presence.” I waved my hand towards him and moved to leave.

I could hear my son and nephews chuckling. They were in awe at the guts I had towards the rogue prince, but I don’t fear him. I never had.

“I was hoping we could talk.” Rhaenyra pressed as Daemon scoffed. She wanted to diffuse the tension to keep me longer, “I haven’t seen you in years, let alone heard any word from you.”

“A reason you surely know.” I tried to take a step back to turn once again, but she quickly stepped in my way.

“Please.” She pleaded.

“Viserys.” I looked at him silently telling him to leave.

“Why don’t you tell me how to say sky in old Valeryan.” Viserys guided his cousin away.

I turned to look at my sister sharply, “What is it that you truly want from me sister?”

“A truce.” She said lowly.

“A truce?” I raised an eyebrow at her praying to the gods that I wouldn’t punch the man with the stupid smirk now standing in my peripheral.

He was wearing black attire tonight with silver trims. If he wasn’t such a deceitful, lying, pompous prick I would find it quite handsome on him… if only. If only he wasn’t such an ass.

“Yes. I was hoping we could clear up this pathetic fight about the marriage between Daemon and I.” She stated appearing as regal as ever where as I was on the verge of drowning.

Pathetic? She thinks this is pathetic? Does my heart mean nothing to them?

“Then it is cleared.” I said without a care, “Now if you would excuse me.” I nodded and tried my escape again, but Rhaenyra had different plans.

“Just let me explain, please. I want you to understand that I never wanted to hurt you. You see, we have been on and off for a while.” She began and I couldn’t help but stare blankly at the array of roses just past her head.

The sooner she finishes the better. I don’t want to hear about how I was deceived, hurt, and betrayed. I have already found peace, I can—

“And while it may seem new to most, this attraction started when you began your courting season and so—“

My eyes snapped to her amethyst ones in disbelief, “What?” I could barely get the choked words out, “When did this start?”

“Never mind that—“ Daemon spoke up, but with the fire in my eyes directed toward him, he quickly shut up.

“Your courting season.” She stated again before her rant continued.

I couldn’t understand what she was saying as my world caved in once again. My confused gaze fell onto Daemon wanting him to explain himself, to just say something, anything, but he didn’t far speak a word.

That year was one of the only happy memory of us. I held onto it with my life, every time I tried to imagine what our future could have been. Even if he fell out of love with me when my sister came of age, at least during that season he saw me instead of her… That he chose me… Not her.

My confused look turned to sorrow as I watched his gaze fall from mine. In intimidation or guilt, I do not know, but I looked at him trying to understand his reason behind all of it.

I still remember when he confessed to me. The love he held for me could revel the strongest of seas or so I thought. For the first time since I came to the palace and met Daemon, he seemed so happy. I was so sure that it was going to be him, that he was going to be my forever. I refused any other suitors because of the way he looked at me.

“You are the first woman I have felt this way towards.” He said taking strides towards where I stood.

“Felt what way?” I asked turning to face him.

My room began to feel warm as he pressed his forehead against mine.

“Love, my little flame.” He answered.

His honey words had me reeling. My heart growing ten times bigger as he brought his lips to mine.

I was his first love. That is what he said, but I wasn’t was I?

“You…” Was the only word I could say in the moment, my throat constricting to get anymore words out. He looked back to me, waiting for me to continue, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to say the truth that was clearly in front of me.

My gaze fell defeated in a twisted understanding that he never loved me, he only used me.

“But, what we have is love.” Rhaenyra stated bringing me back to this moment.

I nodded desperately wanting to get away from here, “You can keep your love. I do not want it nor do I wish to ruin it. Now please excuse-”

She grabbed my arm, “I don’t want to have you as my enemy. This jealousy and resentment will get us nowhere. You know that we are stronger together so please for all of our sakes, can you put this behind you?”

It was that flicker, that spark that ignited the anger inside me as I ripped my arm from her grasp. My shoulders squared back as I used my height to tower over her, even if it was just a few centimeters, my crown made up for the rest.

“Do not.” I started, my voice stronger than before as it took on the role I was meant to be, a queen, “Ever assume that I would stoop so low as to resent either of you for a simple marriage, let alone be jealous of it.” The bile rising in my throat proves my emotions towards this, but I refused to be the sad and pitied Princess who was cast aside all those years ago, “I have a kingdom of my own to rule, a son whom I love deeply, and a life that keeps me content. In no way have I ever been jealous of you, little sister.” No one is going to know how I feel and I refuse to be the newest gossip of the kingdom.

“I did not mean any harm by my words.” She pleaded.

“Oh I know exactly what you mean. Do not worry, I will put this so called petty fight behind me as I fly back to my kingdom in a few days.” I glared at the both of them and turned away, this time I did not try to excuse myself as I left saying, “I’d like to enjoy the rest of my evening with the only friend I have in this godforsaken castle.”

I found Alicent, the only other person who knew of my failed engagement with Daemon though she didn’t not know of Viserys’s birthright. My rage burned hotter than dragon’s fire though I hid it, Alicent seemed to see right through my facade as she looked at me worried from her throne.

“Are you alright?” She asked.

“I don’t understand why these white haired, purple eyed jerks think they are so righteous with whatever they do.” I stated angrily and was happy that my father was not around in this moment.

Her eyes widened at the proclamation, but in she nodded in understanding.

“She implied that I was jealous.” I continued sitting beside her, “Of her marriage to that tantrum throwing teenager. That this feud between us, no. That my feelings towards that humiliating rejection he gave me is petty.”

“I’m sorry.” Alicent reached over to place her hand on mine.

I looked down, “They didn’t even apologize.”

“They are Targaryen. They never apologize.” Alicent stated.

She was able to draw my attention away from the horrid topic for a while with gossip of her own but my gaze always seemed to find them in the crowd. It was getting late when I decided to part from the celebrations.

“Are you sure you want to stay up?” I asked Viserys.

He nodded almost immediately, “Yeah, Aemond has some cool things he wants to show me.”

“Alright.” I nodded before looking at Aemond, “Please keep my son safe brother.” I said the word lightly in case he would be offended.

He seemed caught of guard, but nodded, “Of course.”

“Have a fun night you two and stay safe.” I wished them both farewell before taking my leave.

I took my time getting back to my room, trying to stir off all the unpleasant feelings before I fall asleep. I almost made it… Almost. I could feel his presence behind me like a looming shadow.

“You can stop following me. Ive had enough excitement for today.” I spoke.

“Reyna.” His voice was gentle and my body straightened up a bit. It’s been a while since I heard that tone of his, but in the end I knew deep down I couldn’t fall for anymore of his tricks.

I rolled my eyes wishing that I could be away from his dramatics, “What is it uncle?”

“Do you refuse to say my name?” He asked tensely.

“Why should I? Do you not like uncle? Shall I call you rogue prince instead?” I challenged as I turned around, he was further than I expected, treating me as if I were some wild animal.

It was quiet for some time and I couldn’t help but turn around to see if he disappeared, but no. There he stood with a look on his face that reminded me of a small boy who knew he was in the wrong.

“I…” His voice trailed off and my ears perked up.

Was there a chance he was going to apologize? Say those simple words that held so much meaning? I waited now a bit more relaxed and as patiently as I could.

He cleared his throat and stood up straighter, “How are you doing?”

I sighed knowing that it was too good to be true, “How am I doing?” I stared into the sparkle his eyes possessed, “Our entire love was all just a cruel joke.” I watched his gaze fall as he looked at the wall beside me, “It is clear to me now that you never actually loved me, didn’t really care for me at all really.” I couldn’t help but scoff, catching his attention, “All an act to get closer to the one you truly cared about… Rhaenyra. Well you two can live happily forever without me.”

With that I left the rogue prince to stand there alone as I went back to my room.

I need some sleep.

Stay tuned!

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Nikolai Lantsov x f!reader: Not Your Lover - Chapter 1

This will be a new series I'm writing! I'm going to aim to post a chapter once a week (there may be other things in between) because I have no idea how much time I'll have to be writing now that I'm back in the real world (🥲), but hopefully I can stick to that.

Taya isn't a real place, I made it up and I suck at naming things (that goes for the title of this as well, but I may end up sticking with it like with Arranged Marriages who knows).

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: swearing, sexual harassment, barely proof-read

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Nikolai hadn't slept last night, and now he was regretting getting up and going into town.

Everything was too loud for his aching head, and by the time he'd made it to the mechanic, he was ready to keel over and fall asleep right there.

"Can I help you, mate?"

Nikolai looked up, seeing a man in greasy overalls step through the back door.

"Oh, uh, I'm Dominik, here about the job?"

"Right, right, come in. Sorry about this," he gestured to himself.

"Don't worry about it, I'm used to getting my hands dirty, this is nothing," he flashed a smile, and the mechanic responded with his own.

"Good. Thought you'd just be another pretty boy wanting to get the girls in."

Nikolai laughed. "That's the last thing on my mind right now."

It was true, given what had happened last week. He'd had to end yet another short-term relationship because she'd cheated. Nikolai wanted something real, something more than just physical attraction, and apparently all the partners he was picking just wanted to jump his bones.

After a successful meeting with the owner of the mechanic (Fabrikator, but he didn't use his powers unless he had to) resulting in a job, Nikolai made his way into a mostly empty coffee shop, hoping for some quiet and a very large cup of tea.

He'd used his best friend's name as a cover while he was here in the small port of Taya, not wanting to be swarmed by people hoping for the ex-King of Ravka to be their friend, or heighten his chances at being assassinated. While he might not be royalty anymore, he was still a valuable body with a large sum of money on his head. He hoped that Dominik didn't mind the use, but he figured that he could just go by 'Nik' anyway. He'd used a version of his father's last name as well, deciding that 'Lantsov' would be too much of a giveaway.

"Here you go, sir, enjoy," the waitress said, delivering his tea to his table.

"Thanks." He took a sip, relishing the warmth, and the bell on the door tinkled lightly as two women walked in. Nikolai felt the air leave his body as he took in the younger of the two, not quite understanding how one woman could be as stunning as the one in front of him was.

"I'm just saying! It could be good for you!"

"Ugh, it's not going to be good for me, mum! When has having a boyfriend ever helped me?!"

Interesting.

"I just think that instead of running around trying to get this grant, you should be focusing on your future, settling down, having kids!"

"Well maybe this grant is my future, mum!"

The whole conversation (argument?) had progressed into loud whispers, glances being cast around the small space to check that they weren't disturbing anyone. Nikolai was confused, wondering what the grant was and why the woman's mother couldn't see how much it meant to her daughter. Surely a compromise could be made?

The pair left a few minutes later, taking their drinks with them and having moved on to other topics of conversation.

Outside, Nikolai could see the town getting set up for the summer faire, gazebos and bunting being put up and lights being strung for when it got dark. Everything would kick off tomorrow afternoon, and Nikolai was looking forward to celebrating with everybody.

~~~

That night, after spending most of the day in the mechanic's shop working, Nikolai stumbled back home, exhausted from the sheer number of people that had come in needing things fixing. He understood now why Gregor had wanted Nikolai to start working so quickly, but looking around at how many people were actually living in Taya, there weren't many. Tourism wasn't big here either, which was understandable given how tiny this place was, and there was only one hotel (which Nikolai was staying in for the time being) that felt more run-down than the abandoned mansion overlooking the town square, and that was covered in ivy and half falling to pieces. Apparently somebody was trying to fix it up, but given how many people had been hit on the head by a falling beam (four, he'd been told, which was apparently too many for the small population), everybody was reluctant to help work on it.

Finally reaching his room, Nikolai fished out his key and, once inside, slumped onto his bed. It was lumpy, and the sheets were too thin, but it was better than being on the streets. He could have allowed Zoya to pay for a place for him, but he'd wanted to live life as he would have done were he raised by his real father, and given how much he'd enjoyed being Sturmhond, being unknown for who he truly was, Nikolai was happy to go off with a small sum of money to pay for his first few nights, get a job, and go by the name Dominik Opus.

It took him a while to get to sleep, despite how tiring his day had been, and while he tried to drift off his mind kept wandering back to the young woman in the coffee shop that morning, trying to remember what she'd looked like.

~~~

"Hello? Hello? Gregor? You here?" a female voice asked, and Nikolai looked out from under the carriage he was fixing. He recognised it, although were from he couldn't remember, and pushed himself out and up, wiping his hands on a cloth (that wasn't much cleaner than his hands) and turning around.

"Gregor's gone out, just me," he said, then stared in surprise at the woman in front of him. It was the one from the coffee shop, looking somehow more beautiful than she had the day before.

"Oh." Her face filled with mild disgust, and Nikolai wondered how bad he looked. "Well, I'll come back later then."

"I could take a message for you? Or you could hang around? He said he'd be ten minutes basically ten minutes ago, so he should be back any second now."

"I'm good, thanks. Bye."

Well that was rude.

Nikolai frowned, wondering how such a gorgeous woman could be so horrible, when he heard laughter from outside the mechanic.

"You been waiting long?"

"No, no! Seriously, don't worry about it! Here, the box you wanted."

Oh, so she could be nice to Gregor, but not him?

"Thanks, remember, if you ever need anything-"

"Be sure to ask. Yeah, I know. Oh by the way, who's the new guy?"

"Dominik. Goes by Nik most of the time. Why'd you ask?"

"He looks like he won't take it seriously, and I didn't want you to have to take the fallout for accidentally employing another fuckboy."

Ah. That's why she didn't like the look of me.

"It's not gonna happen again, alright? And he is actually good at what he does, for somebody who's not Grisha."

"Ugh, fine. But when this inevitably comes back to bite you in the ass because he's left you to fend for yourself while he goes around every woman in the village, don't come crying to me, Greg."

"Very specific situation, but sure. I'll see you later? I assume you'll be at your stall?"

"Yeah, I'll be there. Hopefully mum doesn't force any more men on me while I'm there."

"You know she just means well."

"Doesn't feel that way, but sure. Bye," she said, and Nikolai saw Gregor waving as he came back into the shop, box in hand.

"Who was she?"

"Y/n L/n. I'm friends with her mother, who's on the town council. Didn't seem to like the look of you much, did she?" He laughed, putting the box to one side. "She's not a big fan of people that look like you, so try not to take it personally. And she's a little frosty towards any newcomer in our town, since we barely get any tourists. I'm sure she'll be happier tonight at the faire, so don't worry too much about it."

"What's she do?"

"Owns the bakery next to the coffee shop." Nikolai knew the one (literally The One, since there weren't any others in town). "Really good baker, too. Shame there's not enough money in this place to keep all the businesses going. But," he shrugged. "People always need things fixing and can't be bothered to do it themselves. How's the carriage coming along?"

~~~

The afternoon was swelteringly hot, with it coming up on the height of summer, and working in the shop was horrible. Far too many people came in with things needing fixing, and while Nikolai and Gregor were glad for the extra footfall, most of the customers were women, having obviously broken something deliberately and wanting to see Nikolai.

One woman was particularly interested, and when she got to the front of the queue that led all the way out of the shop and down the road, Nikolai recognised her as the older woman from the coffee shop this morning, and Y/n's mother.

"Are you single?" she immediately asked. "Not for me, I'm married, not that some of the women here care. It's for my daughter, you see. She says she doesn't want a boyfriend, but personally I think the two of you would look brilliant together, hmm?"

"All fixed, have a nice day!" Nikolai passed back the clock that he had fixed within about two seconds (a loose cog in the mechanism), shooting her a wide smile that he hoped didn't show how badly he wanted to go home. Her smile faltered slightly, then came back twice as strong than before, leaving Nikolai a little blinded.

"I hope I'll see you at the faire tonight, my daughter will be helping me with my stall!"

"I'll be there," he responded tiredly, eyeing up the rest of the line and estimating how much longer he'd have to be here.

"Excellent!"

She walked off, a spring in her step, and Nikolai wondered how such a chipper lady had such a miserable daughter.

I suppose they don't get on too well, he thought, remembering the conversation they'd had in the coffee shop the morning before.

"I hope I'll see you at my stall," the next woman in line purred, pushing her chest forward into Nikolai's face, and he immediately wished he were anywhere but here.

~~~

Y/n was exactly where she wanted to be.

She had been trying for months to get a grant from the town council to do up the abandoned mansion in the square, hoping to turn it into both a bakery and a library with rooms at the top for people to stay, but with her mother in the top position and refusing to budge until Y/n had a boyfriend (she shuddered), there was no hope in sight.

After yet another talk from her mother about how finding a boyfriend might just be what she needed, Y/n had come to the mansion, and felt immediately calmed by the building. The creaking of the timbers wasn't exactly reassuring, but she'd had this dream for as long as she could remember, and being so close to actually achieving it meant that she was happy here. She'd be much happier with a grant, of course, but that wouldn't happen unless she got a boyfriend. She was absolutely certain her mother would already be eyeing up the blond fuckboy from the mechanic, thinking up wild ideas on how to get the two of them together, but he looked so perfectly like he was bad news that Y/n didn't even want to go there.

She sighed, sitting down on the crumbling wall that was definitely a safety hazard and pulling out her notebook. If she couldn't bring her ideas to life, she could at least draw them out (or write them down, her diagrams were atrocious sometimes). All around, people were getting their wares out for the summer faire, the one time of the year that Taya had any kind of tourism, and the narrow streets were already bustling with excited customers. Colourful bunting had been strung across the walkways, held up by lampposts and people's balconies, and lights were mingled in with the strands. Things would properly kick off at five bells, only half an hour away, and Y/n was dreading having to spend four hours next to her mother, no escape as she pointed out every single man within a fifty mile radius.

For now, she sat on the wall, coming up with new ideas or elaborating on old ones for when she finally got the grant (no boyfriend included), occasionally people watching.

~~~

Three hours later, Y/n wanted to go home.

Her mother had done exactly as predicted, and had, in an incredibly non subtle way, convinced every man that came to their stall that Y/n was the best they would ever do, and they should give her a chance.

While Y/n agreed that she was most certainly the best that they could do, she didn't want any of them to be giving her a chance, she just wanted them to buy the pastries that she'd spent the morning preparing. Being the only bakery in town, their produce was in high demand, so they had set up just outside their actual shop to keep a steady stream of baked goods coming to the stall. She was just creating an escape plan when she heard a squeal from her left, and immediately knew that she wasn't going anywhere since her mother had found 'the perfect man' as she put it. Turning, Y/n groaned at the dark haired man in front of their table, and immediately turned back to her right. That wasn't any good either, since the blond fuckboy was stood there.

"Oh, hi!"

He was too smiley, and so obviously one of those guys that would ruin her life, trying the nice guy act in an attempt to win a girl over. He'd probably had everything handed to him because of his looks.

"Hi. How can I help?" His smiled dulled a little at her lack of enthusiasm, but credit where credit's due, he was not backing down.

"One of these, please," he replied, pointing at a loaf of bread. She nodded, bagging it up, and should have realised what was going to happen when his eyes flicked over her shoulder in surprise.

"Is that your mother?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"She's uh... she's really going for him, huh?"

Y/n turned around again (she'd get dizzy if this kept happening), then almost dropped the bag at the sight of her mother chatting up the dark haired man from before, pointing at Y/n.

"I thought she was married? At least, that's what she said this morning."

"Why did you see my mother this morning?"

"She came to the mechanic with a very obviously not broken clock."

"She is married. She's trying to get somebody to date me. I think that's why she's so focused on my love life, because she has this perfect love story and thinks she can replicate it with me. Five vlachka, please."

He handed over the money, taking the bread from her in return.

"Is that why she won't give you the grant? Wait," his eyes widened. "That sounded creepy, I'm sorry. I just heard you in the coffee shop the other morning, and then Gregor said that she was on the council, and I just put that together and if I assumed wrongly then I'm sorry." He seemed apologetic, hands waving frantically.

"My personal life is none of your business. Thank you, goodbye." She was annoyed at how close he was to the truth.

~~~

Nikolai had spent the last half an hour eating his loaf of bread along with a selection of hams and cheeses that he'd bought, combined with glaring at Y/n from where he sat on a bench. He knew that he'd overstepped a boundary in asking the question, but he'd been curious and nothing more, and she had been so brusque in turning him away that it irked him. He understood that she might not want some random guy she'd never met before snooping into her private life, but she could have said it a bit more nicely than that. Nikolai had always believed in being nice to people, no matter how much you wanted their head on a chopping block, because you might be burning bridges before they were even built, but then again he'd grown up in a life of politics, and Y/n had grown up in the quiet port town of Taya.

Watching her interact with other customers was making Nikolai's irritation grow; she seemed to have very little problem with being nice to them, so why couldn't she do it around him? Gregor had mentioned that she didn't like people that "looked like Nikolai", but what did that mean? And why was she judging a book by its cover? Maybe once she got to know him, she'd find that he was actually a pretty great guy to be around. That might be his ego talking, sure, but Nikolai had spent his life learning how to be what people wanted, and it was annoying him that he couldn't figure out what Y/n wanted to see. One thing she definitely did not want to see was single men, coming up with excuses out of nowhere to fend off every one that was sent her way by her mother. Nikolai was sure that he was right, and that Y/n's mother didn't want her starting this venture unless she had a partner, and that was why she hadn't gained the grant. He'd also seen the state of the building, and knew that it was likely that her mother was concerned about how much of herself Y/n would put into this project, thinking by the time she was done there would be no time for grandchildren. He didn't know if Y/n had siblings, but assumedly her mother had expected little ones sooner than this, and time was running out.

Frowning as yet another man was sent Y/n's way (and told to leave by Y/n), Nikolai didn't notice the young woman coming his way until she was practically sat on him she was so close to him on the bench.

"Hi, handsome, not seen you around here before." He recoiled at her tone of voice and at the fingers she was trailing up his arm, doing his best to not look too disgusted.

"Moved a couple of days ago," he replied, taking another bite of his sandwich.

"Where you staying? Because I've got room in my bed, if you like?"

"I'm alright, thank you. You'll get tired of having me there. Terrible nightmares that lead to me waking up screaming bloody murder. You'd never get any sleep." He smiled apologetically, hoping she'd get the hint.

"I wasn't planning on doing much sleeping, to be honest. But I'd be happy to comfort you if that's what you need?" Her fingers were still dancing on his shirtsleeve, and Nikolai was becoming increasingly more uncomfortable.

"Really, I'm fine."

"Aw," she pouted, and Nikolai didn't think he'd seen anything less attractive. "You are single, aren't you?" Sensing an out, Nikolai shook his head.

"Sorry, taken man. I think that dark haired guy is free though," he pointed at the man that had been at the bakery stall earlier, then packed up his things to leave.

"Who are you with? If you've only been here a couple of days then it can't be too serious, right?"

Nikolai didn't bother giving an answer, hoping she'd leave him alone. When she stood up to follow him, he internally groaned. His eyes darted around, searching for anybody that could help, and when he met Y/n's she grimaced.

"Need help?" she mouthed, pointing at the woman clamping down on his arm. He was surprised at her actions, and nodded. When she only shrugged and turned away, evil smile on her face, Nikolai huffed, then made a decision.

"Hi, darling. I'm gonna head back, alright?" Y/n whipped her head around to look at him when he tapped her shoulder, and immediately he felt the woman's grip loosen on his arm.

"What?"

"I second that, what?!"

Her mother was involved now, coming over excitedly as she let herself indulge the possibilities.

"I said I was gonna head back, darling," he repeated, a wicked glint coming into his eyes that thankfully her mother didn't notice. Y/n was glaring at him, and if looks could kill he'd be twelve feet under in a ditch, but she'd left him for the wolves (well, wolf), so now he was throwing her to the lions. Served her right, really, for not being nicer. At least this way she might get her grant, and he could get rid of this woman (who was still hanging off of him).

"You're together?" her mother asked, clapping her hands with joy. Nikolai nodded, frowning slightly.

"She didn't tell you? Darling, why didn't you tell her?"

He was enjoying this a little too much, but if it meant that she got a taste of her own medicine and he was left alone by all the other women, it was worth it.

"I didn't realise this was a thing, sweetheart," she ground out, not that her mother noticed. "Hello, Evelina. Pleasure to see you, as always. Get off my boyfriend before I dropkick you into next fucking month." She smiled sweetly, but malice was in her eyes, and Evelina left within seconds. "You sure you want to go back? There's so much to do!" Now her voice was cloyingly sweet, dripping with fake emotion.

"I've had a long day, and I'll have to be up early tomorrow. The faire's on for the rest of the week, so I'll have plenty of time to do the things I've missed."

"I have so many questions!" her mother chipped in. "When did this start? How did you get her to go out with you? Are you in a serious relationship? Have you had sex?"

"Mother! Saints!"

"Really only yesterday, it was incredibly difficult and I essentially bribed her, I'd like this to be serious, and no we have not. I like to get to know my girlfriend before I go there." At Y/n's snort, he glared at her, pinching her in the ribs. Her mother didn't seem to notice (yet again), too happy that her daughter was finally in a relationship.

"Well," she started, sighing happily. "Y/n, come on down to the town hall tomorrow morning for the meeting, and you just might get that grant!" Y/n's eyes widened, and she didn't say anything until her mother had walked away to serve a customer. Then she appeared to snap out of her daze, grabbing Nikolai by the arm (why did women keep doing that?) and dragging him into a back room in the bakery.

"What, the actual fuck, are you doing?!"

"Helping you and helping me," he shrugged in response, rubbing his upper arm where she'd grabbed him.

"How is this," she gestured furiously between the two of them, "helping either of us?!"

"Helping you, because you do need your mother to give you the grant, and the only way that would happen is if you got some great love story. Helping me, because I'd rather we didn't get quite so many people coming in to the shop with time-wasting repairs. It drives away the bigger customers. Also I think she wanted to eat me alive."

"Evelina? Yeah, she would have done. And you know what? I was content to let that happen."

"Oh I know you were, given you asked if I needed help and then shrugged and left me to fend for myself!"

"Ugh, you are a pain!"

"That's the best you can do?"

"I can think of many other words for what you are, all of them worse."

"Let me know when your brain thinks them up, yeah?"

"Fuck you."

"What, right here? Little bit risky, isn't it?"

"Saints! Do you even hear yourself? You are insufferable! Which is exactly why you need to go out there and tell my mother that you lied, and we are not together, and she needs to stop interfering with my life!"

"If I do that, you don't get your grant. I'll help you work on the building if that makes you feel any better, since nobody around here will, but if I go out there and tell your mother the truth, you can say goodbye to ever getting that mansion."

She paused then, blank expression on her face. Nikolai made to move towards the exit, and his hand was about to push the door open when she sighed and said "Wait." Pinching the bridge of her nose, she sighed again, looking everywhere but at him. "Fine. But we only go along with this for as long as I want to. When I think I have enough from the council that I don't need their support anymore, then this stops. If we cut things off within the week, mum will suspect something, and she'll call back the money. We need to be careful, we need to be smart, and you need to not make me want to kill you, because I'd much rather explain this whole situation than why I need a bag and a shovel and a plot of land."

"Understood."

"I still don't quite get what you're gaining from this, but I won't complain. Also I want the free labour you offered."

"It wasn't free labour that I offered, I'm expecting a little compensation for my time. And I said, it stops the unnecessary repairs and means that Gregor and I can work on the bigger stuff, like carriages for fancy people."

"I'm not paying you. I've gotta use all that money on repairs and shit, so you can take your compensation and stick it up your arse."

"I was thinking more 'make sure you feed me', but fine."

"Oh," she blinked, clearly taken aback. "I can do that. I'm not cooking for you, though. You can do that on your own, dickwad."

"Dominik."

"What?"

"Dominik. Nik for short. It's my name. If we're going to pretend that we're dating, it might help for you to not call me 'dickwad'."

"Oh," she said again. "Makes sense. Y/n is fine. Anything else, I get the shovel."

"Got it. I think I might actually go back," he started, feeling the unease creep up his spine.

"You can't leave me here! Not on my own! Do you have any idea how many questions she's gonna ask me?!"

"Well where do you live then? I'll walk you back, then she can't get upset, right?"

Y/n considered for a moment, head tilted to the side.

"Fine, but don't get any ideas," she pointed at him. "I know how to make sure you never have children."

"That's... okay. Let's uh... let's go?" He hadn't meant for it to be a question, but he was taken aback by her previous statement. She nodded, grimacing slightly as she took the arm he had offered up. "You don't have to look quite so disgusted at the thought of having me as your partner, you know."

"Yes I do. You're not my type in any way, and I can't believe this is happening oh Saints." They'd stepped out, and immediately her mother had come over, asking a million questions.

"Mum! We're gonna go home, okay?"

"I'll walk her back, Mrs L/n," he smiled, and she immediately flapped her hands.

"Please, call me Y/m/n, since we're family now! I want to hear all about this," she waved her hands at the two of them now, "tomorrow after the council meeting, alright?"

"Of course, Y/m/n," he said, and he could practically feel Y/n rolling her eyes. He led her away, heading off in the direction she pointed him in, and tried to push the dread that was working its way through his body. "Where do you live again?"

"Not far. Next street, halfway down. I'm not too far away from the hotel."

"Okay."

She frowned, looking up at him. "You look kinda ill, are you okay? Asking purely because I don't want you throwing up on me."

"I'm fine," he swallowed. "I'll be fine." They fell silent after that, and not long after they came to a stop in front of a gate.

"This is me. Don't come back here or I'll stab you with my kitchen knives. Bye."

Saints, she was weird. And not particularly welcoming either. Nikolai watched her up until she was inside and he heard the door lock, then started walking towards the hotel.

The demon had other ideas.

He'd been trying to force it back down since the bakery about ten minutes ago, but now it wanted out. Nikolai couldn't be sure that it wouldn't go and terrorise people, and while he and the creature sharing his body had some sort of understanding now, he didn't know if he'd be able to control it if it went crazy. Finding a dark alleyway (probably not the best idea, but he had both the demon and his guns if anyone tried anything), he let it out, panting at the effort. It growled at him, clearly unhappy at having been suppressed, and Nikolai gave it the middle finger.

"You couldn't have waited a little longer, huh?" It tilted its head, studying him, then rummaged around in the rubbish in the alley. "Disgusting. You're disgusting, eating that." He huffed, then folded his arms and stood at the entrance, keeping an eye out for anyone that might be walking past and see the demon. He'd be screwed if that happened; everybody had heard about the king that released a demon upon the Fjerdan ranks a few months ago, and there was no chance that he wouldn't be recognised then. He wasn't sure how long the pair of them lingered in the alleyway, but by the time the demon was done, allowing Nikolai to take it back in, he was exhausted, and very grateful for his bed. It didn't take him long to fall asleep, and when he did, he dreamed of her.

Chapter 2

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my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder.

dragon age origins — king!alistair x mistress f!cousland (elspeth cousland) | minors DNI | rated E for smut | 3206 words | reunion sex, riding, fluff, minor hurt/comfort, marriage proposals | ao3 link

Impatient as he is, he greets his uncle first. He’s the king, after all, and his advisors deserve at least the pretense of an attentive ruler.

Pleasantries are exchanged between them while his squire helps him out of his gaudy golden excuse for armor. Not unexpectedly, the elephant in the room goes undiscussed, as do the half dozen marriage proposals he's certain have piled up during his absence. After six years, Eamon knows better than to press him on that issue. Likely he'll try his luck in the morning, but tonight the wells of Alistair’s patience have been run thoroughly dry. It must read plainly on his face, given how bad he is at cards. 

As the arl's debrief draws to a close, Alistair's eyes, for the tenth time in half as many minutes, dart towards the exit. Eamon sighs. 

“Well, Your Grace,” he says, tactfully clearing his throat. “The hour is late indeed. I imagine you're weary from your travels?”

Alistair nods. “Oh, very weary. The weariest.”

It's not entirely a lie, but his uncle frowns nonetheless. “Then I won't keep you. Good night, Alistair.”

“You as well, Uncle.”

“I will see you in the morning for your small council meeting. Do try not to be . . . waylaid.”

Well. Hint received. Awkward. He lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when he finally presses the door closed behind him.

Next up: a bath. It's sorely needed, after five weeks back and forth across the Waking Sea. His arrivals home are typically received without much ceremony, per his request, and so the palace is pleasantly quiet. A few saluting guards here, a scurrying servant or two there. It's for their benefit that he keeps his footfalls slow and measured, instead of breaking into the wild sprint down the hallway that he's aching for.

One of those servants must have drawn his bath for him already, he guesses, stepping into his chambers to find it warm and awaiting. He wonders if Teagan roused them from their beds for this, or if they've simply clued into his routine after so many years of it.

He forces himself to bathe slowly. For his own sake, but mostly for hers. The heat soaks into his bones, the grime and dust from the road melting off of him as if little more than a bad memory. He tries to enjoy it, despite his restlessness. And the excitement, Maker, like he's still twenty years old and the anticipation alone might just undo him. Or do him in.

He only hurries as he dries off, reaching for the fresh (and mercifully plain) clothes laid diligently aside for him. A part of him considers forgoing clothes entirely – palace denizens be damned. He wills himself to dress anyway, reluctantly. Quickly. It hasn't been that long since he last saw her, anyway, and they've gone far longer stretches before than this. Nonetheless, between Kirkwall's tyrannical templars and the lingering Qunari threat, he feels as if he hasn't held her in an age.

Clean and fully dressed, he frowns at his reflection. Older, harder, more weary. But happy, still, despite it all. Because of her. Her, waiting for him, just a few rooms away. 

Naked, ideally.

He does away with all pretense and hightails down the hall, paying no mind to his kingsguard and their poorly suppressed grins. Smile away, Alistair thinks. I'll be smiling too, in a minute.

Her door is up ahead. And then before him. The handle is inches away from his outstretched hand. He hesitates.

How’s his breath? His hair? He should have shaved, should have put in a little more effort. Can she hear his creepy breathing behind the door? He fixes his clothes. Squares his shoulders. Knocks. 

“Elles?”

A pause. Then, “Alistair?”

His heart tightens painfully in his chest. How he's missed that voice. If Ferelden could speak, it would do so through Elspeth Cousland. The strength of the Frostbacks in that voice of hers. The grim beauty of the Kocari Wilds. Rough like the Highever seas. 

He can tell she’s been brooding before he’s so much as closed the door behind him. Not that he’s surprised — Maker, does the woman know how to brood. She shoots up quickly to her feet, straight and rigid like a soldier standing at attention. Not, mind you, like a Warden-Commander; at this moment Elspeth more closely resembles a clammy-handed recruit, next in line for her Joining. She’s nervous, that much is obvious, with her hands white knuckled and clasped together with uncertainty.  From past experience, he’d wager anything she’s spent the last several days convincing herself he’s somehow fallen out of love with her in the time they’ve been apart.  

And they say he’s the idiot.

Life’s too short to waste on “hello”’s, or “I’ve missed you”’s, or "I brought you a souvenir, but silly me, I accidentally dropped it overboard on the voyage back”. They’ve got less time together than most, after all. Crossing the distance between them is a blur; one moment he's at the door, the next he's hoisting her legs up around his waist, arms enveloping every part of her he can get his hands on, lips working relentlessly against her opened mouth. Whatever insecurities she'd tried to voice in the time it took him to wrap her up in his arms, he doesn't care to hear. He'd much rather focus on ridding her of those doubts entirely.

She gets the message — they've always been in sync like that. Her lips catch up with his, matching the hunger and resolve of his kiss. Her hands, calloused and smelling perpetually of iron, snake around his shoulders. The rest of her smells like roses; she must have come just recently from the garden he’d had built for her, the one place he specifically forbid her from moping in. He takes a moment to refamiliarize himself with her scent, lost in the feeling of her fingers tangled up in his hair, pulling him closer, ever closer, close enough to lose track of whose body belongs to who. And still it's not enough.

He needs her. Badly. She can probably feel as much, too. He carries her to the bed, laying her down amidst the pillows and furs. He finds within himself just enough self restraint to stand back for a long, brazen ogle. Maker, everything about her turns him on. Her freckles, her fingers, her breasts. Her long ashen hair in that ever-familiar braid. Storm gray eyes, pale pink lips. Her nose, one of his many favorite parts of her, set crooked after one too many fists to the face.

That perfect, powerful body of hers, hidden away under just a few thin, tearable layers of clothing . . .

She's way ahead of him, of course, because at this point they've got reunion sex down to an art. She casts off her Warden-blue tunic with only a button or two lost in the process, then grabs him by the front of his own shirt (red, naturally, with a tiny embroidered ‘I love you’ she'd stitched so sneakily behind the hem of his collar) and pulls him down on top of her once it's properly discarded. Their pants and various stubborn affects follow suit, until they’re both left blissfully bare and pawing feverishly at one another, limbs tangled and lips locked. 

His fingers venture down the valley of her breasts, past her stomach to settle in between her legs. He smiles at what he finds, reassured by the proof that he’s not the only one so blatantly aroused. Her thighs part wider for him, hips lifting from the sheets to sooner meet his digits. She moans, perhaps less so from pleasure than the sheer relief of being touched — loved — for the first time in over a month. And he's right there with her. He sighs (or whines, if he's being honest) into the crook of her neck when her own hands find what they've been looking for, working him all too quickly into a frenzy. 

She stops just as suddenly as she'd started, pushing at his chest until he relents and rolls over. She straddles his lap, grinding once, hard and agonizingly slow, for good measure. He moves to drape an arm over his face in some futile attempt to cool his burning cheeks, but she cruelly intercedes, pinning his wrists by either side of his head. He struggles playfully for a bit, laughing breathlessly. His hips buck autonomously at the sight of those strong, muscular arms holding him firmly in place.

They used to spar together, innocently, when they first met. How time flies.

He needs so, so desperately to fuck her. He has all night — all week, all year, all of the rest of their lives— to savor her body the way it's meant to be savored. To make sweet, tender, Chantry sanctioned love to her. But what he needs right now  — what they both need, he recognises — is something desperate and ragged and mindless to the point of being no better than animals. The type of fucking that comes from a shared loneliness he's not certain anybody else has ever experienced before.

He's glad she doesn't give him too much time to dwell on that. Her hips rise just enough for the right angle, before guiding him slowly inside. They both sigh. Elspeth frees his trapped hands to splay her own out against his chest, steadying herself. Her nails dig into his skin as she sinks down onto him, inch by inch, although she's bitten them too short to do any real damage. Alistair fights to keep himself still inside her, waiting for her body to adjust, to give him the go ahead. An uphill battle, really. When he's fully sheathed inside of her she settles, save for the frantic contraction of her muscles around him, driving him to the brink of insanity. 

“I dreamt about this every night I was gone,” he manages. “Maker, I love you, Elles. I love you so much.”

Her eyes go glassy and her bottom lip quivers. It's that old, familiar grief, the one he's never been able to fully free her from after those long, bleak months in the Deep Roads. But as he moves his hips carefully against hers and feels Elspeth moving back, he's confident he can coax it down again, at least for as little as tonight.

“I love you,” she eventually whispers back, and then begins to ride him in earnest.

Ten minutes blurs into one long wave of curling, cresting euphoria. Alistair groans brokenly. He feels absolutely deranged, delirious, gazing up at her while she takes him so completely. Sweat beads at her forehead, and a deep flush creeps from her chest up to her cheeks. His own face must be beet-red, too. 

He's not going to last long, not with the angle she’s hitting and sounds coming out of her mouth. Though, taking those sounds into consideration, he suspects that she won't last much longer, either. They're both too keyed up to pace themselves and too jittery to try, so better to play it out in a wild crescendo. He grabs at her hips, lifting her up and back down onto him, coaxing out one hoarse plea after another. One hand releases its grip to run unfettered across her breasts, and she groans again, falling forwards onto his chest and wrapping herself around him as if she might never get a chance to again. 

Once, a hundred lifetimes ago, his friend Zevran gave him some unsolicited advice about arching. He really hadn’t appreciated it at the time, but he does now, right in this moment, with the friction of this exact position to aid him in such an endeavor. She’s done in half a minute if he can keep her held firmly above him. He’s done, too. He doubles his efforts, recapturing her swollen lips and soon reaching with his tongue to greet the muffled cry when her pleasure finally peaks. Normally he would let her ride it out, but he’s rapidly approaching his own climax and his brain can focus on nothing but her gray, glazed over eyes, her hair in the candlelight, the frantic rise and fall of her chest as she writhes and bucks and bounces against him. Her muscles pulse and he feels himself twitching inside of her in response. 

He’s so close, at the precipice, suspended in mid air, floating . . . And then she tightens around him once more and he finishes inside of her with one long, obscene moan that vibrates through the room and every part of his utterly spent body.

They’re going to get so many looks from the guards come morning.

His every muscle sings with bliss. Their bodies grow slack and boneless together and their movements slow to lazy, drawn out rolls of the hips. He holds her, one hand rubbing her naked back and the other cradling her head as they find their breaths again, together, in the most comfortable of silences. He counts her exhales, and in the afterglow of their efforts he finds himself blinking back tears. Returning to Ferelden, to Denerim, to the palace itself . . . none of it had felt like coming home until this very moment, enveloped in one another, reacquainted at last with the sound of each other’s breathlessness.

He hates it when she rolls up and off of him, but he’s a grown up, apparently, so instead of whining about it he begrudgingly rises from the bed long enough to grab the nearest clean cloth. Then he’s right back in bed with her, his hand returning between her legs to wipe her down, followed by a cursory clean up of himself. She lets out her now thoroughly dishevelled braid while she watches him, not smiling as he’d hoped, but warm and tender nonetheless. Her fingers trace slow and deliberately along the curve of his bicep, frowning at the jagged scar she knows still gives him trouble in the colder months. He makes a mental note to get at least a half dozen laughs out of her before the night is through, just to keep that damned frown of hers at bay.

He offers her a worldless arm when he’s done tidying them both up, and he’s rewarded with a smile, sweet and sheepish, as she moves to snuggle into it. He pulls her close to pepper the top of her head with kisses, humming contentedly in the quiet.

“Marry me,” he says eventually.

Elspeth tenses, and then sighs. “You’re never going to give this up, are you?”

“Ha! Of course I will. The second you say ‘Yes! Yes! Oh, Alistair! One thousand times yes!’”

“I don’t sound like that. Also, do I have to say it a thousand times, or just the once?”

“Well . . . a couple times couldn’t hurt, right?”

And there it is: her first, exasperated chuckle of the night. Winning that laughter means more to him than every battle he’s ever come out of victorious.

“You know I can’t, Ali.” Her laughter fades back into her usual grimness as she runs her palm across his chest, charting routes in the space between his freckles. She places a kiss above his heart, likely in the hopes of avoiding his eye. “We’ve broken too many rules as it is, and I won’t be the cause for yet more unrest in Thedas. I bear responsibility for enough of that already. Besides, I can’t just abandon my men. The Wardens need me.”  

“I need you.” He scoffs as an afterthought. “And the Gray Wardens have Nathaniel, as much as it just kills me to credit that man with anything. But hey! Who said anything about giving them up? A king can be a general. I’m living proof he can be a court jester, too. Why can’t a queen be Warden-Commander?”

She ignores his quip, despite it being a really good one. “Because I don’t know how to be a queen.” She shakes her head hopelessly. “I barely know how to be a person most days. Maybe . . .  maybe I could have done it, once, but now, after everything —”

Better to stop this now before it turns into another one of her signature doom spirals. “Every Arl and Bann in the Coastlands calls you queen already, did you know that?” He grins, having anticipated the eyeroll. Of course she knows that, given how much her fellow Gray Wardens love to gossip. And tease. “The nobles have long been made aware that I won't accept anybody else by my side. And, Maker, it’s not like they would accept anybody else! ‘None but the Cousland Queen’ —  that’s what they say about you. I know that because half of the bannorn have told me. To my face.”  

Some small, dignified part of her — the part that still relishes being a highborn noble — stirs. Her eyes glint with cautious intrigue. “Bann Ceorlic?” she asks.

Alistair clears his throat. “Well, not him.”

 “Hmph.”

“Marry me,” he says again. “Don’t you want to?”

“You know I want to,” she says, “but —”

“— Any excuse you give me will just go in one ear and out the other. Isn’t that just so classically me? Hey, here’s a crazy idea. Let’s get maaaa-rried!”

“You’re just getting funnier and funnier in your old age, aren’t you?”

“And you’re getting grumpier.” 

He takes her face in both hands before she can deny it, kissing her slow and soft and with all of the comfort he knows she secretly needs right now, and likely always will. Now that he’s home - truly home - he can give her as much of that as she can stand, and then some. Tomorrow’s small council meeting be damned. “Marry me, Elles.”

She blinks up at him, searching his eyes for any sign he might one day get tired of waiting. She can find a lot in his eyes (he is really, really terrible at cards) but she’ll never find that. 

“Can I at least ask you how your trip went, first?” she asks finally, softened by the crack of a tiny, rueful smile.

“Ugh.” How could he forget? “Right. That little thing. It -” 

Alistair blinks, Kirkwall forgotten again just as soon as he’d remembered it. “That’s . . . not a ‘no’, by the way,” he says, dumbfounded.

Elspeth settles in closer against him, her leg wrapped around his, her ear pressed in snug at his shoulder. He knows she’s listening for his heartbeat, the thump-thump-thump she’d do anything - everything - for. He knows she put him on the throne to keep that heartbeat going for a few years more, and he knows that’s why it’s so hard for her to give up the endless fight for it now. 

He knows. It doesn’t mean he thinks she’s right.

She looks up at him only after she’s satisfied that his heart isn’t about to cease functioning in his chest. Her hand reaches out to smooth down the errant hairs around his ears, and she opens her mouth several times to reply before pursuing them together in frustration. Then - finally, bashfully - she nods.     

“No,” she admits softly. “I mean, it’s not. It’s . . . it’s not a no.”

‘It’s not a no’. Well, he’s certainly done more with less.

#dragon age origins #dao #alistair theirin #alistair x warden #oc: elspeth #mine: writing #we are so fucking back babey #considering i havent posted my writing in like. over an entire year at best. i did somewhat pop off with this one <3 #elle is so miserable all the time except when alistair pranks her into experiencing joy and i hope that shines through if nothing else <3 #ALSO TY MAIA FOR THE PEP TALK BEFORE POSTING THIS I LOVE U .

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Team Misc. Princes - Serious(?) thoughts on living true to himself

3rd King of the Beast team story

Emma walks down the hall leading toward the library with several books in her arms. There's so many rare books in the castle that it's hard to decide what to read. Maybe next time she'll try a genre she normally doesn't read. With the thought of some new discoveries, she heads toward the library with a spring in her step.

In the library, Keith asks Emma if anything's troubling her. Though he's nothing but a useless weed, if he can lift her spirits up even a little bit, he'd be happy to lend an ear. Yves on the other hand tells her to hurry up and let it out. If she does, he'll maker her all the sweets she wants. Leon says she can just confide in him if it's too much. He won't tell the others and will absolutely solve whatever problem it is.

Emma has no idea what's going on. She was engrossed in the book she had chosen when suddenly Leon, Yves, and Keith appeared, all worrying about her. Leon apologizes for fretting without an explanation. He points at the book she's reading and she finally understands. On the cover is "Why Not Live and Enjoy Life? A Guide to Those Who Have Lost Their Way. Editing supervised by a Tanzanite fortune teller - we've received positive comments from our readers!" Definitely a cover that'd cause concern. Especially with how it says "for those who have lost their way". Emma assures the princes that she's fine. She just wanted to read a book that she normally wouldn't. The three let out a sigh of relief.

Leon thought she was in the library reading a rare book. Yves can't believe her. She's the only one that'd worry that can make him worry like this. Keith's glad that she's not having any troubles. Still, Yves thinks it's strange to see such a book in the library. He wonders if it's new. Emma tells him that it is so her hand naturally reached toward it. Keith's curious about the writing on the cover.

Keith: The title's a bit sus, no, unique...like it's talking to you...doesn't it? Leon: Calm down. Your thoughts are so incomplete that I can't tell what you're agreeing with. Yves: The title sounds like it's trying to draw readers in by sympathizing with them. Leon: You said that so bluntly like Licht. Keith: I also thought Yves was possessed by Licht. Yves: That just shows how much time I spend with him Leon: Why are you so smug about that?

Moving on, Leon asks Emma if she discovered anything new. Emma's still in the middle of reading, but the positivity makes her feel very motivated. Keith's considering reading it too then. And quietly adds that maybe then the gloominess will go away. Keith brushes it off when Yves asks if he said something. It's just like Tanzanite to put out a book like this though. Emma mentions that there were anecdotes from people who had found their way in life after learning from fortune tellers. It made her think of what it meant to live life on your own terms since she doesn't understand.

Leon says that's a difficult question because there's no true answer to it. Yves' never thought about it. In that moment, they hear someone enter the library. The four look and see Chevalier who must've come to read.

Leon: Oh. Here comes the guy who definitely lives by his own way.

To Keith, Leon also seems like someone who lives life his own way. Yves assure Keith that he feels that every day. Emma too.

Emma can't help but think that Chevalier's looking right at her. Wait, why is he getting closer? For some reason, he sits near her and to everyone's surprise, starts to read the book Emma was reading. Leon asks if Chevalier's feeling troubled. Chevalier responds that Leon's the one that needs the book if that's what he sees. He asks Emma if he picked up the book because it's new. There's nothing else to it, is there. Emma lets him continue reading.

Leon: So Yves, have you thought of how to live your life? Yves: We're still taking about that?! Leon: Of course.

Yves needs to gather his thoughts so he redirects the question back to Leon. Leon has an idea. It's a cheap answer, but he thinks of it like being honest with yourself. Live your life by not overthinking every situation and follow your heart. He simplifies the explanation with a metaphor. It's like eating eating the loin first when grilling meat. Emma, Keith, and Yves are confused.

Leon: Why. The way you eat grilled meat is first you start with the tongue. Next you eat the loin, shorts ribs, and skirt steak. And then you finish off with the tongue again. So it's like wanting to eat the tender, fatty loin on your first plate.

Yves knows how people eat but reminds him that they're talking about how people live. He didn't expect a meat eating analogy here.

Leon: Really? Yves: Really! Emma, Keith, you're surprised too, aren't you? Keith: Ah, well, it was interesting getting to see this unexpected side from Prince Leon...Um, grilled meat's good, isn't it?

Keith sounds confused. Emma didn't expect Leon to be so obsessed with meat. But it's just as important as living life his own way. Right?

Leon asks Yves if he's finally thought of something. Somehow, no thanks to Leon. Yves' way of living life is by understanding himself. Only when you understand yourself do you know how you want to live your life, right? Since Yves has some bad luck, he prepares himself accordingly.

Leon: But you'd still fall into Clavis' trap, wouldn't you? Keith: That means Clavis knows Yves well and can read him. Yves: You're right...

In a panic, Keith apologizes for bringing Yves down. He really is an inconsiderate weed. Yves says it's his fault for not seeing through Clavis' schemes. He won't fall into a hole next time. Absolutely won't... Leon laughs and tells Yves not to get too ahead of himself. It's happened before.

After Yves, it's Keith's turn. Keith can't think of anything as brilliant as Leon's but...his way would be finding and cherishing what he loves. The things that matter enrich the heart and give support so that people don't lose sight of themselves. He then apologizes. He's not good at explaining. Leon likes the way he thinks though. Emma thinks it's wonderful. Hearing that makes Keith feel a bit more confident.

Keith: I couldn't come up with a metaphor as funny as Prince Leon's though Leon: Funny? Keith: Nothing, you must've misheard me

Everyone stares at Chevalier who doesn't look up from the book. Seeing him turn to the last page, Emma takes this chance to ask. But he has Emma give her thoughts first. She thinks her way would be taking care of others since she feels the happiest when everyone around her is smiling. She'll do whatever it takes to make it happen. Chevalier tells her that she doesn't need the book then if she's already got that much figured out. The contents of the book's pure drivel. With that, he leaves the library.

Yves tells Emma that what she said just then is how she goes about her life normally. Like Chevalier said, she doesn't need the book. She's already living her life true to herself. Keith agrees. She's so kind and gentle with everyone. Leon adds that that's why everyone cares about her. And ruffles her hair. Emma whines and Leon laughs at how cute she looks. Yves grumbles about Leon but assures Emma that he'll fix her hair. Keith will also help, even though he's clumsy.

Emma's heart is warmed by all the support and her perspective's been broadened by the others. She wants to keep her positive attitude and focus on what she cherishes.

Leon suddenly realizes that Chevalier got away without answering the question.

Though they never got an answer out of him, Emma thinks she's learned about how Chevalier lives his life.

So what, the leftover princes after sorting the others into teams?

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri summary #ikepri jp

[askthecosmicprince]

(@ask-dawnanddusk) Maskviah leaned forward, taking care not to accidentally knock over the little snowman the mew had made. "Greetings, little light. I am a maker of stars and galaxies similar to yourself, and I was most curious about your culture and traditions. I have not heard of many others like I within mine own realm, and therefore I wonder how it is you all differ from I. What is your culture like? Does all of your family reside on one planet, or roam the stars, constantly travelling?"

“Father is the King of the Cosmos. He’s in charge of this universe and all the stuff in it. Mommas the Queen but she doesn’t do much ‘ruling’ but I think that’s cause she’d rather do other stuff while father handles it. They both live in the palace offworld.

Father is the one who actually makes the stars I just help by collecting the stuff for it. But when I’m older I’ll get to do it all by myself! Sometimes my cousins help collect stuff too but it’s usually my job.”

”Home planets are really small compared to normal ones, usually just big enough for a couple of houses and they orbit within adult territory. Once you’re an adult your free to choose a new home! It can be somewhere on Earth or a whole new planet.

“Earth is more fun to play on though so we all come here often,” the small mew continues to flip through the pages showing off cousin after cousin as he rambled. He soon slows down, his smile slipping a little as he mumbles, “oh uh sorry for rambling. I probably could have shortened that.”

“What about you?” The mew suddenly asked in return, “I haven’t met a star maker that wasn’t a cosmic from this universe.”

#pokeask #ask #princemew #He’s very exited to show off his pictures even if they’re really small in comparison #6 inch mew and 12 meter reshiram #Have a bit of world building thank you for the ask!

[seiya-starsniper]

Oh those flower prompts are great! I may need to reblog it and play as well. Anyway:

Violet for Corintheus. :)

You thought I wouldn’t notice, but I did, every time.

YESSS CORINTHEUS. I uh…well shit if I thought yesterday’s prompt got away from me, this one REALLY GOT AWAY FROM ME at 2k words aiojdoiajdoia. Gonna need to put it up on AO3 too but that’s a tomorrow problem lmao.

Flower Prompt Game!

cw: blood mention, also Dark Dream kinda near the end

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When the Corinthian blinks back into existence, he does not gasp for breath, does not clutch at his newly reformed body, so foreign and yet so familiar, and he certainly does not dare meet his maker and unmaker’s heavy gaze. 

At least, not at first. But Dream is a burning fire, and the Corinthian is nothing but a moth, forever drawn in by the Endless’s overpowering presence. When he can avoid it no longer, the Corinthian turns his eyes (and oh, they’re the same as ever with their little teeth) towards the King of Dreams.

“Hello, little dream,” Dream’s voice booms through the Shores of Creation. The Corinthian can feel the ground tremble beneath his still unsteady feet. “I welcome you back to the Dreaming.”

“Hi,” the blonde greets. He thinks his voice should be scratchy, his throat dry, and yet…there is nothing to suggest he’s been away, no hints that his body has been in disuse. But he still knows quite some time has passed, and his first question is—

“Why now? Why am I here, Dream?”

Dream’s lips quirk the slightest bit. It is a strange look on his lord, whom the Corinthian can only remember frowning for as far back as he can remember. 

“It was time,” Dream replies eventually. He does not offer any further explanations, nor does he move to shuffle the nightmare off to his old duties. He merely stands there, taking in all that the Corinthian is, was, whatever the hell he is now, and just. Stares.

Well that answers shit all about why he’s here. 

But what did he expect, really? Dream has never given him a straight answer, not as far as he can remember and— 

Well. That’s another interesting thing. His memories aren’t fully back yet. His brain feels a bit like what Swiss cheese must feel like, with gaps in time and bits of partially formed memories, senses, tastes. The Corinthian wonders if these things will come back eventually, or if Dream has stolen away what he did not find useful for him to remember for his own purposes.

“Why can’t I remember everything?” the Corinthian blurts out. He has never been known for holding his tongue, this much he does know, the strange gaps in his memories be damned. “I know I’m missing some memories, don’t pretend like I’m not,” he adds, trying and failing to tamp the bitterness down. 

Dream purses his lips, clearly displeased. The Corinthian wonders why his lord didn’t remake him with less insolence. Not that he wouldn’t have found a way to be. He thinks he was always meant to question authority. He braces himself for the lecture he knows is coming.  

But then Dream’s response surprises him.

“It is a side effect of having been unmade for so long, little one,” Dream says, his tone oddly gentle. “Your memories should fully return with time. You have my apologies Corinthian. It was never my intent to leave you for so long.”

The Corinthian stares and stares and stares, unable to process what has just happened. Did Dream just…apologize? To him? 

“Who the hell are you and what have you done with Dream of the Endless?” the Corinthian demands. 

A low rumble begins to shake throughout the realm. The Corinthian braces himself, preparing to be unmade once more, preparing for perhaps an attack on the Dreaming, but what he isn’t prepared for is the unnatural way that Dream’s body trembles and shakes along with the rest of the shores. It’s then that the Corinthian realizes exactly what it is that’s happening.

Dream is laughing. The sound is a horrid, grating, discordant and awful thing. It seeps into the very fibers of his being. The Corinthian thinks he would give anything to make it stop, and yet. And yet.

When the laughter subsides, they regard one another once more, Dream with more curiosity and the Corinthian with wariness.  Finally, when the silence has stretched too long, Dream sighs and turns to walk along the shore. The motion is one the Corinthian immediately recognizes, and he immediately follows, falling in line next to his master. 

“Much has changed since our last confrontation, Corinthian,” Dream says after they have been walking for some time. 

“You’re not gonna tell me more than that, are you?” the Corinthian asks. 

Dream’s silence is enough of an answer for the both of them. The Corinthian wonders, not for the first time, why he’s here. He had been Dream’s favorite once. Surely that was no longer the case. Surely his creator had crafted another nightmare to fulfill what was once his purpose. Surely— 

“What do you remember of your previous life, Corinthian?” Dream asks, interrupting the Corinthian from his maudlin thoughts.

The Corinthian pauses his steps and considers. Dream also pauses and turns to face him, waiting for an answer.

The Corinthian remembers his original purpose. He remembers the dreamers, the nightmares he crafted for their fragile minds. Remembers relishing in the taste of fear so clear in their minds.

He also remembers the Waking. Remembers how bold and bright and beautiful it once felt to him. He remembers that the taste of human flesh, so different from what he experienced in the Dreaming. He remembers the feel of a human life as he held it in his hands. He remembers ice cream and whiskey. And sex. He loved sex. 

“I was a nightmare,” he answers eventually, holding his gaze with Dream’s. “Still feel like one too. But I was human too. At least, I tried to be for a bit.”

Dream hums. “That is true. You figured out a way to leave the Dreaming without my assistance, so you could wander the Waking on your own.” The way he says it, as if reluctantly proud and aggrieved at the same time, sends a thrill down the Corinthian’s spine. 

“I left. A lot. Didn’t I?” the nightmares asks, though he already knows the answer.

“You did,” Dream answers. “You thought I wouldn’t notice, but I did, every time. I felt your loss from the Dreaming, every—single—time,” he emphasizes, as if the Corinthian’s actions had somehow wounded him. But if that were truly the case— 

“Why didn’t you chase after me?” the nightmare asks.

“I did,” Dream replies immediately. “After I realized that you were—”

“No, not then,” the Corinthian clarifies. “Before I truly disobeyed you. Why not before my first victim?”

Dream is silent. The Corinthian wants to press, to demand and answer, but he knows such tactics never work. Dream may be different than what he remembers, but some things he knows will always fundamentally be the same. 

“An oversight,” Dream finally admits with a sigh. “I had thought you would grow bored of the Waking and its too bright, too loud world. I had thought—hoped, perhaps, that this was nothing more than a passing fancy.”

“It wasn’t,” The Corinthian answers. Dream nods.

“I know,” he agrees. “You were desperate to live amongst humanity. So much so that you left me to rot in a glass prison for a century.”

The Corinthian barely keeps himself from crumpling to the ground underneath the accusation. So Dream knew about that too. And he still chose to bring him back. But why?

“You got out,” he offers. “It’s not like I thought they could hold you forever.” He knew his time was limited in the Waking. But he still wasn’t ready to let go, even after more than a century of being free. And so it was inevitable he was unmade.

“I did,” Dream agrees. “And I have had time to reflect since.”

Dream then turns away from him and resumes their walk. The Corinthian follows him, obedient as ever. He will always be obedient in some manner, he thinks. 

They walk in silence once more, no sound passing between them except for the gentle waves that wash upon the shore. The Corinthian wonders once more what’s changed in his time away. What had Dream reflected on? What made him change his mind? 

“Dream? Why am I really back? Why did you recreate me?” the Corinthian asks once more. He tugs at his master’s sleeve, like a child would an adult, which is absurd, considering they are of a height. But Dream has always been so much more than the Corinthian, simply by being Endless. The Corinthian remembers he used to resent that. He tries not to dwell on why he no longer does.

Dream hums as he turns to face the nightmare once more and this time, finally, finally, he answers. 

“You were my most perfect creation,” Dream says, his tone soft, nostalgic even. “The Dreaming was—incomplete—without your presence.” He says this last part as if mourning a lost lover, and the Corinthian feels as though an immeasurable weight has both been lifted and placed upon his body all at once.

“You missed me,” he says, and as the words make their way through his lungs, he knows them to be true. It tilts his entire world sideways, the axis of all his truths moved slightly to the left as he considers everything about the conversation that’s passed between them. Dream missed him. Dream wanted him to come home. Dream wants him, even now, because the Corinthian still is, after all this time, his favorite.

Dream’s lips quirk, as if parsing the nightmare’s thoughts. “Perhaps, little nightmare. Perhaps,” he says, and it sounds like an admission. It’s as good as the nightmare knows he’s going to get. 

The Corinthian then does something he realizes he’s been wanting to do since the first time he was brought into being. 

He kisses Dream of the Endless.

Dream sighs into the kiss, allows the Corinthian to tangle his fingers in his wild, ink black hair, and then he bites down on the Corinthian’s lip, splitting it open and spilling blood, human blood, coppery and bitter, between their mouths. The Corinthian moans at the taste, and deepens the kiss, presses his tongue insistently inside Dream’s cold mouth. The Dream King’s own tongue rises to meet his, and the Corinthian feels a twinge of pain as Dream’s fingers sharpen into claws that rake deep scratches down his back. The act only spurs the Corinthian on more.

Too soon the moment is over as Dream pulls back from him. They are both breathing heavily, though neither being has need for human breath. But all the same, there is now a shared arousal between them, a shared heat, a shared desire. The Corinthian wants more. 

“More,” he demands, chasing after Dream’s mouth. The Dream King holds up a hand, and shakes his head. 

“Not until you agree to stay,” Dream says, his tone brokering no room for argument. “No more unsolicited trips to the Waking. Promise me, Corinthian.”

The Corinthian does not need to verbally hear the words “stay with me”, to know this is what Dream actually means. Dream will always speak in riddles and never plainly. It’s fine. The Corinthian had long ago learned to read between the lines.

“I will,” he promises, and finds that he means it. “I’m yours forever, Dream. I’m not going anywhere ever again.” 

Dream pulls the Corinthian into another kiss, and as they continue to explore one another’s bodies, the Corinthian feels his memories of the Waking grow more hazy instead of more clear, like Dream had promised. But he cannot find himself to care, not when he finally, finally has the King of Dreams just the way he wants him. 

The Corinthian does not notice the small smirk that crosses Dream’s face as they embrace. Nor does he notice the small tendrils of dreamstuff that make their way down the line of his back. He does not know he has bound himself, willingly, to the Dream King for all eternity. But perhaps, even if he did, he would not care, too drunk on an eons long affection finally returned. 

“I’m very glad to hear that Corinthian,” Dream says. “Welcome home, beloved.”  

#corintheus #dream x corinthian #corinthian x morpheus #the corinthian #dream of the endless #sandman fanfic #I am apparently incapable of writing corintheus fluff #but one day!!!! #seiya answers #seiya writes #seiya writes corintheus

[ocean-in-my-rebel-soul]

Something self-indulgent and fun for @heart809!

Pre-Handers

Tags: trans Hawke, pro-trans Anders, drug use

==

Hawke exhales a long plume of smoke, the elfroot perfuming the air.

"How familiar are you with transgender people, Anders?" he asks.

It's cool. He's cool. He's not anxious about his potential response, oh no.

They're smoking on the big second-floor balcony of the Amell estate. It's a beautiful spot overlooking the vast garden his mother takes pride in, from where they're able to see the far-off sea. They lounge on chaises pulled from inside the sunroom behind them and take in the brilliant sun above, dressed down to base undershirts.

Anders hums thoughtfully and takes the pipe from Hawke, lighting it with a little ball of flame off his finger. "There were some at the Circle who would come to the clinic when I was working. I knew a couple as a Warden. Amell is a trans man, after all."

Hawke knows this, one of the few things he knows about his Warden cousin. His life had become subject to scrutiny the minute he killed the Archdemon, after all; his gender was just another fact hotly discussed in the Fereldan media once he took up the title of Warden Commander and unofficial male-mistress (is there a word for that? Hawke wonders) to the King. Man, he needs to actually get in touch with him, get to know him. Hawke puts that on his mental to-do list.

"How, uh. How familiar?"

"Hm? Hawke, I'm not--I'm not giving you details about his life, that'd be rude."

"I'm not asking for details, you git." Hawke takes the pipe back and puffs heavily. He's not sure how to ask him what he wants. The elfroot is making it easier, though, making him a little more brave, a little less self-conscious. "How...how would you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Surgery. Or something."

"Hawke." He gets into their field of vision. He's beautiful, a fact of life. Hawke wants to shrink away from those inquisitive eyes, but he holds his ground. "What are you telling me?"

When he doesn't answer, Anders reaches for his hand and gently pulls the pipe away. "You can tell me," he says. "I won't judge."

"I..." In for a copper, in for a sovereign. Hawke points to himself, waving his hand down his body. "I'm, well, trans," he says, voice a little wobbly with the admission. "Surprise."

Anders just looks at him. "Oh. Okay," he says simply. "So you weren't talking about an eating disorder or something when you said you hated your body the other day?"

"An--really, that's what you got from that?" Hawke frowns, then shakes his head. Don't get distracted. "No. But..."

When he doesn't go on, Anders shifts to get into his line of sight. "But what? Thankfully, I'm just grateful it's not something worse you were about to tell me. Those fuckers are hard to treat, believe me. I'd been up all night about it, worried."

Hawke grunts. It's both too easy and too hard to talk to Anders on occasion. Something about their fledgling....something they've got developing gets in the way, sometimes. Sometimes the words just don't want to come out right. Like now, for instance.

"It doesn't bother you?" he asks instead, trying to get his thoughts in order.

Anders sits back and takes a drag off the pipe, blowing a lopsided smoke ring that drifts weightlessly into the clouds above them. "Of course not. Now I just feel like an ass for misgendering you for so long."

"Eh, don't worry about it. Not everyone knows."

"That's a shame. Thank you for telling me." He hands the pipe back to Hawke. "Can I ask how many of us do know?"

Hawke smiles. "Carver, of course. He was the first person I told. Took it really well, actually. Mom. Merrill. You."

"It's an honor."

"Don't go getting weird about it," Hawke says with a laugh. Maker, he doesn't know why he was so nervous. Now that Anders knows, it's like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. Of course Anders would take it well.

"I'm just saying! It's important to me that you feel comfortable enough with me to share that. I just appreciate it, that's all." He pauses. "I just want to be a part of your life, and this--this feels like I am. So thank you for telling me."

"Yeah, well," Hawke says, getting a little wibbly. "Yeah. So...there's that." He takes another puff.

The elfroot has him delightfully high, blurry around the edges. When he passes the pipe back their hands brush, and he gets a little giddy at the touch. It's a gradual warmth that's grown in his chest, and by Andraste's shroud it's been too long since they've been able to do this, to have down-time enough to chill and relax and smoke the day away. Justice must let Anders enjoy it, because when Hawke looks Anders is leaning back against his chaise, eyes closed and face to the sky, catching the afternoon sun.

Anders always looks good in the sun.

But he digresses.

"Have you ever, uh..."

"...Worked with trans people?" Anders asks when he trails off, cracking open whisky-warm eyes and peeking at him sidelong.

"Yeah."

Anders hums. "Some," he says. "There were a handful of mages who came to the Circle clinic over the years I worked there. Some like you and Amell, some trans women. It was hard, getting them affirming care." He snorts and shakes his head. "Irving was able to convince Greagoir to let us help them, but it took some doing, apparently."

"This Greagoir fellow sounds like a right dick."

"Oh, he was," Anders agrees immediately. His eyes close again for a moment, and he sighs. "A huge prick. The worst. Except Meredith, of course. I can't imagine anyone worse than her."

Hawke tentatively reaches over for his hand. Anders is warm beneath his fingers. It's wonderful. "I'm glad you got out," he says seriously.

"Mm. Only took me seven tries."

"Well, I'm glad it stuck eventually."

Anders smiles. "Me too. But enough about me. You're trans, and you're asking about my experience." He considers the conversation; Hawke can see the dots connecting in his mind. "And I'm a surgeon."

"You're a surgeon. Have you ever...?"

"A couple times. Mostly watching on some others. I'll admit--" He pauses. "Yes, thank you, Justice." To Hawke, he says, "He wants you to know he has faith in my abilities. Apparently I'm 'great at what I do.'"

Hawke has to laugh. "So modest, too. Hi, Justice."

A flash of blue lights Anders' eyes. "Hello, Hawke," the spirit says. Anders shakes their head. "Anyway," he says pointedly, rolling his eyes before looking at Hawke again, "I'll admit, I'm not the most well-versed in that kind of care, but I'm sure I can research."

"Maybe you and Merrill could confer...?"

Anders grimaces minutely at the implication. "Well. Maybe she has a...unique perspective on the subject. At any rate, perhaps she and her clan have experience in this kind of healing. Surely she would know, being First and all."

Hawke nods. "Thank you, Anders," he murmurs.

"It's literally the least I can do, Hawke." Anders takes a puff and coughs it out, face mottling red. "Maker, that was harsh. I think we need to reload."

Hawke grins as Anders reaches for the leather pouch between them. He doesn't know why he was so nervous. If anyone would understand, it would surely be Anders. He watches as Anders tips the ash out of the pipe before packing it anew with dried herbs. Anders passes it back to him, and he takes it gladly, their fingers brushing again. This time, Hawke looks up to find Anders looking back, blushing.

Anders clears his throat. "This, ah. This should be good now."

Hawke takes the pipe and grabs for Anders' hand once more, braver now. He squeezes. "Thanks, Anders," he says again.

Anders blushes harder, if it's possible, and looks down to their hands. He flips his over so they can interlace their fingers. They fit together so easily it makes Hawke's heart race. "Can I ask you a personal question?" he asks softly.

"Anything. You now know one of the most intimate parts of me, so..."

He opens his mouth, pauses, closes it, opens it again, before finally asking, "Do you have a new name picked out yet?"

Hawke gulps down the sudden lump in his throat. "It's... It's Garrett."

"Then, you're welcome, Garrett," Anders says, and it's the most beautiful thing to come out of Anders' mouth.

#Anders #hawke #handers #da2 #thanks for the inspo Heart! #ocean writes #I just need pro-trans anders in my life right meow

[moon-blanket]

I Finished the Imperium-- here are my findings.

Welcome to the Imperium / Your Place Amongst Magic

Not much to note, Echo wasn't as scary as I thought. I was more so "oooooh"ing and "aaaah"ing about the cool set up. I love me a good tragedy.

Hunted Down by an Obsessive Water Elemental

Kody why do you sing for so long. Please stop.

Blake's "But I'm not-" when being referred to as a Dreamwalker. That's clever, I see what happened here.

VINDEMIATOR !!!! WOOO !!!! I was So afraid that he was gonna be Mean the Whole Time. But I get putting up appearances. He slayed though.

A Desperate Incubus Asks For Your Help

The immediate tone change from Vindemiator oouugu guh YEAH.

Him apologizing if he scared us i'm going to Weep and Sob. The comeback of "living and being alive are two different things" had me shaking the bars of my enclosure. Oh yeah, that's my baby.

I will do Anything for you sir. I will die for this cause.

Hell YEAH getting Kody's ass. Get the fuck outta here baby !

"What are you gonna do, fuck me to death?" return also !!! we love callbacks.

At an Enforcer's Mercy

Vin's little thing about Not wanting to talk about what just happened, how it's just another means of survival :(((

HUXLEY NOOOOO. Huxley baby this isn't like you. Where are your mothers.

Freelancer standing up for Vindemiator when Huxley starts to punch him !!!!! Soulmates in every universe I'm tellin' ya.

Alone with the Fanatical Academy President

Would you hate me if i said I was kinda into it. I was a little Scared, but I get it a little bit.

His whole story about how he got where he is, golly ! that's a little frightening !! And his condescension when Freelancer keeps asking about Vin !!! ouu u ugh that was Something.

Uncomfortable Truths with a Hopeless Demon

Avior !!! Hi Avior. I didn't know that the Haven was a sort of ploy ! It does make sense in the long-term. The Imperium can take any power it gets huh.

And it's Starlight !! can these two not get trapped in a hell for like 5 seconds.

Oh there's the kicker !! an apocalypse !!! I knew this was happening, but hearing the characters acknowledge it !! uhoh !!

His little speech about how No One listens to him and how he goes to the roof to scream at stars :(( What if i Cry.

Consort to the Tyrant King-Imperial

I knew Damian was King-Imperial. I knew Angel was his Consort. Still in awe.

Angel has Very Valid concerns and Damian just brushes them off with "I'm the King" !!

Him freezing/tracing them so they couldn't move during their argument >:(( What the fuck sir. This is not love !!

Turned by a Devious Vampire

Do you think this is what Sam is going to do now that he's kinda left the Solaire Clan. The dentist part, not the mass-maker part. Could you imagine.

Regardless, he seemed nicer than I thought. A little nerve-wracking for sure, but there was Some kindness there. Poor Baby though, and Poor Ivan afterward.

The fucked up cycle of mass-making is crazy. No wonder the Meridian is Dying.

Caught By a Cruel Werewolf Pack

This one i was Most excited for. Imperium Pack Fics are some of my Favorites. I did kick my feet a little when Milo showed up. Sweetheart still being his mate :') once again soulmates in every universe.

ASHER !!! EJ, I understood before but now. I see the whole picture now. I immediately folded.

Him mentioning David and Darlin' OUCH !!! He misses his mate so much. I didn't know it was bc Christian and Amanda were off fucking !! what !!!

Babe asking if he's okay after chewing Christian out, and actually holding a conversation with them-- even if it's an interrogation a little bit. And once he finds out their agenda he takes them to the Den oh my god it's happening guys.

I ate this audio up. I think it's my favorite so far.

Claimed by Two Sadistic Vampires

What the actual fuck is happening right now !!! I mean good riddance Adam, but what !!!

Welcome Back

yeah yeah Echo thank you so much. I do now understand why everyone is afraid that it's constantly raining in the Prime Universe now though !! I get it !!! I'm afraid too !!!

The little bit at the end with Asher and David, and how David just wants to spend time with his best friend before the E&E Games :') that was a really nice touch and also. hurts a lot after the Inversion and Imperium !

It's time for the Cataclysm. I'm sure all of my thoughts will Drastically Change lmfao.

I gotta re-read some Fics first though ;)

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted imperium #moon's thoughts #This is actually Amazing i'm eating this up with a fork and knife.

[iliektehhaxs]

whilst cid is a confirmed girl dad what type of dad do we think the other lads are, i have some ideas and i’m curious to how others think:

-clive: born to also be a girl dad but he has one son then 2 daughters with said son somehow inheriting even more protective big brother genes. his daughters probably think he’s super cool as a shield and try to become some of rosaria’s first female shields. the son probably ends up being more the scholar type by chance, the “i told you so” older brother.

-joshua: truly versatile but i think the universe would end up giving him a single boy that has all of his Bratty Younger Brother genes but More. it’s payback tenfold for the years jote and clive had to endure of him refusing to stay in bed whilst sick and having to attempt to father an even more stubborn version of himself. i also think he should have a kid that LOVES carrots like they eat it by the shovel-full

-dion: boy dad through and through. raises like 3 completely chivalrous fairy tail prince sons and has one 4th son who is such a rogue and trouble maker than he balances out his 3 brother’s personalities by himself. they’re also his biggest supporters, think he’s the coolest dragon to ever exist. probably would end up with one of them succeeding harpocrates and another being very artistic.

-barnabas: either no kids or a single child but he doesn’t act different based on the kids sex/gender. possibly adopted? most likely to adopt, i think he values an innate sense of discipline for the kid’s self benefit. but he seems like the type of king that raises a queen so well that waloed is also historically called a queendom during her reign. as long as he can teach them swordsmanship he’s chill

-hugo: bald and childless <3 he would only have kids with benne but she’s not fucking doing that, she knows medieval childbirth statistics.

gav: like 9 kids. like so many. he probably also adopts half the hideaway’s kids. they all develop his accent even if they’re adopted and it’s like hearing a warbling nest of birds. probably the most chill dad ever like they all say their secrets with such security he’s like in on all the gossip of their generation. he just comes back to the hideaway with a new kid calling him dad

Oh my god anon you’re so right for most of these, you basically did my job so lemme just add a couple ideas to compliment yours

Clive- absolutely a girl dad, and his one son becomes extremely protective of them just like he was to Joshua. He’s also the voice of reason between the three because his girls also inherited his sense of bravery, and they tend to get into antics a lot. Very active and energetic while big bro is more calm and collected (except when his sisters are in trouble, and it’s there we see that famous rosfield anger)

Joshua- a singular boy that makes his father’s life much more difficult than it needs to be (I wonder where he inherited that from.) He’s also very energetic, and is more than likely the mastermind of whatever scheme he and his two cousins get into. Too curious for his own good, just like his father, and absorbs knowledge like a sponge even if the methods used to obtain that knowledge are a bit orthodox. Keep an eye on him at all times, and if you hear silence from him, he’s definitely doing something.

Dion- literal Disney princes, the pinnacle of chivalry and honor, it’s as if you plucked them from a fairytale. He saw the man his father grew up to be and wanted them to be better, and have a better childhood than he did. Even when his fourth turns out to be a bit of a rebel you can still see that Lesage honor shining through and through, albeit in his own special way. While his first three sons might stop a bully by talking him down the fourth would sooner shut him up by breaking his jaw, for example. (He was harassing a poor student, he couldn’t just stand by!)

Surprisingly enough his fourth son is incredibly smart, top marks in all his classes effortlessly, if only he could get a rein on that temper.

Barnabas- he’s most likely to adopt, but he would love that child no less than his own flesh and blood. Firm but fair, he’d raise them to be strong, and to never take anything from anyone, ever. At the same time he enjoys that his child does not have that same bloodlust in their eyes that he did when he was their age. He doesn’t say his emotions outwardly, but rather expresses them with quality time, such as training or bringing them to royal meetings.

Hugo- childless lmao, even if he wasn’t obsessed with benedikta his ego wouldn’t allow him to take just one woman as his bride, and I highly doubt he’d be a good father. If he did have a child they’d be more likely to run away once they’re a teenager

Gav- oh sweet Gav, his nickname is the daycare with how many children he raises on a daily basis. Half of them aren’t even his, and does it really matter? He loves having a big family, it’s more entertaining that way.

#robo speaks #ask

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1158: New Donk Morning Parade (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

9:24 a.m. at the Sidewalks of New Donk City.........

It was a bright, lively day in New Donk City as everyone gathered around to watch over this year's Christmas Parade. And what better way to start the celebration of then with.......

'Soft Piano Playing'

Guy Dressed in a Bowser Costume: (Singing While Playing on the Piano on a Float) Peach, you're so cool~ And with my star, we're gonna rule~ Peeeach!~

Chorus: Peach~

Guy Dressed in a Bowser Costume: Please understand!~ I'M GONNA LOVE YOU TO THE VERY END!~

Bowser: (Scoffs Before Turning at His Villains Peers) You guys are hearing this? (Turns Back at the Performance) I can sing that piece MILES better than those posters up there can!

Hades: Really? (Forms an Evil Smirk on his Face) Your last singing performance seems to prove otherwise.

Bowser: It was three years and I was completely wasted that night, so that obviously doesn't count, Hades!

Sephiroth: Drunk or not, your pianist skill is hardly much to be desired in retrospect.

Pichu: (Nodded in Agreement) Pi.

Bowser: (Turns to the Father-Son Duo) That's only cuz I've been rusty for what? A near decade now? (Crosses his Arms While Putting on a Cocky Smirk.on his Face) I was a pretty one hell of a prodigy back then. Check it!

Bowser shows the trio a video of himself playing the piano at a very young age on his phone.

Baby Bowser: (Playing thePhone. Piano Off Key) DA DA DA DA DADADAAAA! DA DA DA DA DAAAADAAA!

Kamek: (Shed a Tear From his Eyes as He Watches the Young King Koopa's Performance) ('Sniff') My darling little king is a prodigy of the making......I'm so proud!~

Pichu: (Looks in Disgust at the Video in Front of Him) Pi....chu....

Hades: (Already Has a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Yeah, you were a really prodigy alright. Of pure delusional.

Sephiroth: (Simply Shrugs) I've heard worse.

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"Santa": (Sitting on his Red Sledge with Mrs Claus, Waving at Everyone Around) HO HO HO! MERRRRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYBODY!~

Sage: (Standing next to Bowser Jr While Watching the Parade in her Hologram Form) So this is what Santa Claus look like, Junior?

Jr: Yep. The big, jolly, fatman himself. A legend among all the boys and girls from across the globe. (Turns to Sage) He's gonna be at mall all month, so we'll probably go he see at some point.

Sage: (Smiles Softly) That sounds fun. (Sighs While Letting Out a Sigh) It's a shame I couldn't physically join you all on this wonderful experience this year.

Jr: Hey, your family comes first, right? There's no need to feel bad about that. Besides, don'tcha guys still have that huge project you still have to finish?

Sage: (Simply Nodded) For the most part. The Homemade Ice Cream Maker is approximately 52,6% in completion, so there's much more work to be thoroughly done. (Smiles Softly) Regardless, that it in of itself, won't ever stop me from missing you dearly, Junior.

Junior: (Immediately Starts Blushing) O-Oh! Well, I'm uh......already missing you already, Sage.....So does everyone else in the Smash Family......

Sage: (Giggles Softly) I can tell~ Your attempts at holding my holographic hands is evidence of that.

Jr: (Looks Down at his Hand Before Quickly Moving it Away From the Hologram) What handing hold? I just feel the need to grab something is all.....

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Roy: (Watching Sage Giggling at an Already Flustered Junior in the Distance) ('Tch') Look at 'em. Tryin' to be all cutesy with one another....(Cross his Arms) Gonna be a matter of time before those two start becoming certified lovebirds.

Ludwig: (Too Busy Reading the New Donk City's Guide Book) And yet here you are with little to no one to romanticize.

Kumatora: (Shrugs) Not too surprising really.

Roy: (Glares at the Couple Beside Him) Can it, nimberons! I can get any chick anytime I want whenever I feel like it!

Kumatora: Uh-huh.

Ludwig: (Casually Turns the Page) Highly doubt it, but good for you I suppose.

Roy: Oh screw the both you!

Maria: (Smiles Brightly) I don't think I could ever comprehend how breathtaking these parades are.

Alucard: I've seen more entertaining attractions in my younger years really. But I suppose this.....parade you all speak isn't too bad.

Roy: (Turns to Alucard with his Signature Cocky Smirk of his Face) What's the matter, old man? Afraid of getting out of your comfort zone?

Alucard: (Rolls his Eyes) Far from it. I'm only experiencing the moderation of what this generation has to offer. Which is more than I say about you sulking over having no romantic partner.

Roy: (Starts Letting Out a Offened Chuckle) I'm sorry, was that a remark you made towards me just now?

Alucard: I wouldn't say it was a remark per say. I just happen to noticed a blatant insecurity and felt the need to call it out as it is.

Roy: (Starta Chuckling) Blatant insecurity, huh? Alright. We'll see who's insecure.....(Glares at the Vampire) After I beat your ass in a game of Arm Wrestling!

Ludwig: (Abruptly Closes his Book Before Turning Towards his Brother) What?

Kumatora: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Huh?

Maria: (Places her Hand on her Lips in Genuine Surprise) Oh!

Alucard: Pardon?

Roy: You heard me! I challenge you to one on one arm wrestle! Winner gets bragging on all accounts!

Ludwig: Roy, have you ACTUALLY lost your mind right now!? This is Master Alucard you are challenging!

Roy: (Turns to Ludwig) AND!? I ain't scare of an old timer like him!

Kumatora: I dunno, ypu should he. 'Heard he's a real tough cookie to crack.

Maria: The toughest cookie I've ever known and love.

Roy: A cookie I'mma bout to crack! (Pounds his Fist to the Palm of his Hands)

Ludwig: (Turns to his Girlfriend and Master) Kuma, grandmother, I'm imporing you to stop encouraging him even further!

Kuma: Luddy, it's fin-Wait. Grandmother?

Ludwig: (Eyes Widened at the Realization of What he Just Said) N-No! I-It's Ms! Ms. Maria I meant to say! N-Nothing else besides that.

Roy: ('Scoffs') Liar.

Maria: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness as She Pulls Ludwig into a Loving Hug) Oh my dear, Luddy, I'd be honored to play the role of your Grandmommy~

Ludwig: I-I mean......(Starts Blushing) You don't have to....

Kuma: (Giggles Softly) Awww~ Congrats, babe!~ You just got yourself a grandma to look after!~

Alucard: Is that right? I suppose that makes me a grandfather then?

Ludwig: Master please.....

Roy: (Start Rolling his Eyes) ANYWAYS....(Turns Back To Alucard) Does my request still stands, geezer?

Alucard: ('Sigh') Very well. I accept your challenge. But can we at least do this on a later date? I'm currently enjoying my vacation with mi'lady and our faithful grandson.

Ludwig: (Glares at his Gran- Master) Okay, now you're just doing that on purpose!

Roy: ('Sigh') Aight, fine. We'll do once it's all over and we're back home. Good? Good. (Pulls his Habd Out) Now let's shake on it.

Alucard sighs once more as he reluctantly shakes on Roy's hand, awaiting for his so called challenge. In the near future.

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Diddy: ('Sigh') This is getting ridiculous, big guy. You can't keep wearing that every time you're out in public! You have better clothes to wear back the room.

DK: (Sighs While Wearing a Trench Coat, Hat, and Shades) Yeah, but I don't wanna be given death glares all day! They're reminding me way too much of Wrinkly's glare......

Diddy: (Starts Shivering at the Thought in Particular) Don't remind me.....Those eyes of her could even make Cranky curl up in fear......(Eyes Begins to Widened at Something that Catches his Attention) Hey, DK! This a look at this! (Points at a Float Rolling by of the Original DK Beating on his Chest in Pixelated Form)

DK: (Lowers his Shades Down to see the Float In Question) Hm. That's a pretty good looking float.

Diddy: Right? It's pretty and detailed....It's still crazy for me believe that Cranky used to look like this all those years ago.

DK: (Slowly Shakes his Head) Poor old man must've REALLY let himself go after those glory days ended.......

Diddy: (Shrugs) I can believe that. It would probably explains why he's so bitter and cranky all the time. (Turns Back to DK) Say, you think he'll like some souvenirs?

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'Horns Playing'

Pauline: (Singing While Riding On her Christmas Float Along with Bandmates) It's time to Jump Up in the air!~ Jump Up, don't be scared!~ Jump up and cares will spar awayyyyy!~

Peach: (Watches the Performance Driving by While Letting Out a Heavy Sigh)

?????: Peach?

Peach: (Immediately Comes Back to Reality) Ah! Um....(Clears her Throat Before Looking Down at Mario) Y-Yes, Mario?

Mario: Sorry for startling you for there. You looked like you were out if it minute there. Is everything okay?

Peach: (Giggles a Bit as She Hugs Onto Mario From Behind) You worry too much, dear~ I'm okay, honest! I was too busy listening to the song Pauline was performing is all.

Mario: (Smiles Brightly) You like it? She wrote for me as thanks for helping her and city out in the past, even went as far as to throw me a huge concert afterwards

Peach: Oooh~ That must've really exciting for you.

Mario: (Smiles Sheepishly) It was more surprising if anything. But I had a great time regardless.

Peach: I'm so glad you did. It seems like a more remarkable reward than some cake.

Mario: (Starts Shaking his hand a Bit) Ehhh.....I think concerts are fine and all, but I prefer receiving cakes more if anything.

Peach: (Eyes Starts Sparkling in Happiness) Even mines?~

Mario: (Chuckles Lightly) Yes, dear~ Especially yours~ You're a wonderful cook. (Kiss the Top of Peach's Hand)

Peach: (Happily Rocks Mario From Side to Side a Bit) Ohh you sweetheart of a plumber, I'm flattered!~ Thank you!~ (Forms a Proud Smile on her Face) (HA! Score one for the princess back home, Mayor!)

Zelda: (Staring at The Couple in the Mid Distance While Standing Next to Mewtwo) Wow. You were not kidding when you said she's jealous fueled

Mewtwo: (Simply Shrugs While his Arms is Crossed) Not surprising really. Her expressions alone were too easy to read.

Zelda: Yeah. Kinda like a certain Legendary Pokémon I know. (Turns to Mewtwo with a Raised an Eyebrow)

Mewtwo: (Turns Away) You're going still on about that?

Zelda: Kinda hard for me not to when you tried to find out what I'm getting you this year with your mind reading shenanigans.

Mewtwo: (Starts Blushing).......Teaching you psychic manipulation was a mistake.

Zelda: Uh-huh sure. Just wait until Christmas morning like everyone else, okay Mewwy? I promise it'll be worth the wait.

Mewtwo: (Pulls Out his Pinky) You solemnly swear?

Zelda: (Giggles Softly While Playfully Rolls her Eyes) Yes, I pinky swear. (Wraps her Pinky Around Mewtwo's) You cute goof~

Mewtwo: Not cute. But also thank you.

@cyber-wildcat

@ma-lemons

@albion-93

@theweebmaster31

#super smash ultimate #bowser #hades #sephiroth #pichu #bowser jr #sage #roy koopa #ludwig von koopa #kumatora #alucard #maria renard #mario #peach #mewtwo #zelda (ultimate) #pauline #christmas parade #humor #fluff #new donk city adventures #christmas month #mario x peach

[tsuki-chibi]

Ladynoir July 2023 Day 4: Cards

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“This might just be the greatest thing I’ve ever seen,” Chat said.

Ladybug smiled to herself. “You say that with every new piece of merchandise that comes out, Chaton.”

“I know! But like, this is weirdly fascinating. I can’t stop looking through them,” Chat replied. “Oh hey! They even included Rena Rouge and Carapace. I wonder if they added Ryuko, Viperion, or Queen Bee…” His voice grew more distracted as the sound of rapidly shuffled cards became louder.

Ladybug finally twisted around to look at him. When Alya had given her the deck of Miraculous-themed playing cards earlier in the day, Ladybug had immediately known she needed to show them to Chat. She should’ve expected that he would be completely fascinated with them, she thought. Chat took a lot of pride in every piece of Miraculous merchandise that crossed their paths.

Right now, Chat was sitting on the rooftop, the deck of playing cards spread out around him so that he could see every card at once. Despite herself, Ladybug crouched down next to him to take a closer look herself.

It seemed like the Hearts and Spades were devoted to heroes, whereas the Clubs and Diamonds were akumas.

She was gratified and pleased to see that Chat was the King of Hearts, while Ladybug was the King of Spades.

“Here’s Ryuko,” she said, lightly touching the six of Hearts.

“Ah, sweet!” Chat snatched up the card to examine it better. “Wow, they did a really nice job on the detailing of her costume.”

Ladybug snorted. “Oh man, they made Hawkmoth the joker,” she said, giggling.

Chat snickered. “That’s perfect for him. And there’s the second joker. Look, it’s Mayura!” He held the card up to show her. Ladybug laughed again.

“There’s Carapace,” she said, spotting the two of Spades. Right beside it was the queen of Hearts, which was Queen Bee. Just to the left was the queen of Spades, which was Rena Rouge. Ladybug picked up all three cards and passed them to Chat so that he could have a better look.

In the meantime, she turned her attention to the akumas. She spotted Stormy Weather, Dark Cupid, Style Queen, Mr. Pigeon, and Prime Queen amongst several others. She wondered briefly how the makers of the playing cards had decided which akumas to include. There were way more than could possibly fit into one deck of cards even if they hadn’t included the heroes.

“Holy shit!” Chat yelled, right in Ladybug’s ear, and she jumped.

“Ow! What?” she said, rubbing her ear.

“Look!” Chat sounded absolutely gleeful as he shoved two cards in her face. Ladybug blinked, pulling back a bit to better focus, before smiling.

Mister Bug and Ladynoire were the ace of Spades and the Ace of Hearts respectively.

“This is the greatest day of my life,” Chat said, practically vibrating with excitement. “Come on! There’s instructions for a game on the box. Can we play?”

“We should patrol,” Ladybug said, gently taking the Mister Bug card from him. Her heart turned over at seeing Chat’s usual smirk staring up at her, only with red and black polka dots covering his eyes.

“One game,” Chat insisted. “Then we patrol.”

“… Alright, one game,” Ladybug agreed, sitting down properly.

They didn’t end up patrolling that night.

#miraculous ladybug #chat noir #ladybug #ladynoirjuly2023 #miraculous ficlet #my fics

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

as i did last year, this year i've been recording basically everything i did during the year so i didn't forget. anyways, here is my true 2023 experience, it is divided by categories (travels, books, music, movies, etc) and i will bold my favourites of each category. also, if you want more details especially with travelling and music, here's the twitter thread i've been using to record everything down <3

also!! just in case, dates are in dd/mm format !

TRAVELS:

02/01. calp (alacant, spain) 05/04. mojácar (almería, spain) 17-18/04. glasgow (scotland) 18/04. balloch and loch lomond (west dunbartonshire, scotland) 20/06. albacete (spain) 18-19/08. barcelona (spain) 19-23/08. milano (italy) 20/08. lake como (lombardia, italy) 22/08. verona (italy) 08-10/09. valència (spain) 15/10. bari (italy) 15-28/10. metaponto (matera, italy) 22/10. taranto (italy) 13-16/12. vera (almería, spain) 15/12. mojácar (almería, spain) 16-17/12. valència / la pobla de vallbona (valència, spain)

CONCERTS:

14/01. amaia (la riviera) 17/04. paramore (OVO hydro, glasgow) 15/05. cariño (el matadero) 16/06. valeria castro (noches del botánico) 23/09. amaia (wizink center) 12/10. ginebras (wizink center)

MOVIES:

17/01. knives out 22/01. glass onion 19/02. ¡ay, carmela! 25/03. volver 26/03. jojo rabbit 26/04. super mario bros. the movie - IN THE CINEMA 30/04. knives out (rewatch) 27/05. glass onion (rewatch) 10/06. matilda (2022) 21/06. spiderman: across the spiderverse - IN THE CINEMA 28/07. barbie - IN THE CINEMA 01/09. indiana jones and the dial of destiny 22/09. the little mermaid (2023) 24/09. bottoms 11/10. barbie (rewatch) 18/11. mean girls 02/12. marie antoinette (2006) 09/10. the hunger games: the ballad of songbirds & snakes - IN THE CINEMA

VIDEOGAMES:

03/02. simmiland (PC) 03/02. stacklands (PC) 10/02. fire emblem engage (switch) 03/03. crusader kings iii (PC) 09/03. rpg maker xp (PC) 04/05. dice kingdoms (PC) 25/06. harvestella (switch) 27/06. indoorlands (PC) 08/07. humankind (PC) 28/07. the legend of zelda: tears of the kingdom (switch) 28/07. lakeburg legacies (PC) 28/08. the yawhg (PC) 08/09. frostpunk (PC) 31/10. lakeside (PC) 24/11. hades (PC) 23/12. cities skylines ii (PC)

TV SHOWS:

18/02. el ministerio del tiempo s1 06/03. druck s5 (rewatch) 08/03. druck s6 (rewatch) 13/03. el ministerio del tiempo s2 20/03. shadow and bone s2 16/05. abbott elementary s2 23/06. el ministerio del tiempo s3 21/07. derry girls s1 (rewatch) 12/11. bany compartit

TOP SONGS BY MONTH:

january: 5. la maza - priscila félix 4. la canción más hermosa del mundo - manuel carrasco 3. inteligencia emocional - belén aguilera 2. odio que te quiero - paula koops, noan 1. joker (REPUTA) - zahara, carolina durante february: 5. liar - paramore 4. you first - paramore 3. running out of time - paramore 2. big man, little dignity - paramore 1. figure 8 - paramore march: 5. si quieres - cariño 4. inteligencia emocional - belén aguilera 3. música ligera - ana mena 2. me he pillao x ti - ana mena, natalia lacunza (album version) 1. me he pillao x ti - ana mena, natalia lacunza (single version) april: 5. california friends - the regrettes 4. galgo - belén aguilera 3. costura - valeria castro 2. un clásico - ana mena 1. no me querías tanto - natalia lacunza may: 5. oh boi - shego 4. c'est comme ça - paramore 3. évidemment - la zarra 2. this is why - paramore 1. zenzenzense - RADWIMPS june: 5. yo quisiera - alice wonder 4. you first - paramore 3. antagonista - belén aguilera 2. father and son - yusuf / cat stevens 1. tonta - nathy peluso july: 5. guerrera - valeria castro 4. la vida moderna - veintiuno, love of lesbian 3. vampire - olivia rodrigo 2. i have a dream - amanda seyfried 1. fiebre - bad gyal august: 5. galgo - belén aguilera 4. nunca llega 05 - natalia lacunza 3. roméo&juliette - olympe chabert 2. discoteka - lola índigo, maría becerra 1. es albacete - rozalén september: 5. narciso - pipiolas 4. get him back! - olivia rodrigo 3. love is embarrassing - olivia rodrigo 2. vampire - olivia rodrigo 1. ballad of a homeschooled girl - olivia rodrigo october: 5. vampire - olivia rodrigo 4. hot to go! - chapell roan 3. más colao que el colacao - la la love you 2. vii. cassandra (fillas de cassandra) - fillas de cassandra 1. ateo - c. tangana, nathy peluso november: 5. novix - maría josé llergo 4. si quieres - cariño 3. maledetta primavera - loretta goggi 2. salvaje - nathy peluso 1. all too well (10 minutes version) - taylor swift december: 5. san peter - pipiolas 4. ballad of a homeschooled girl - olivia rodrigo 3. deja vu - olivia rodrigo 2. drivers license - olivia rodrigo 1. can't catch me now - olivia rodrigo

THEATRE PLAYS & MUSICAL SHOWS:

05/03. la saga (teatro lara) 07/04. tick tick... boom! (teatro la estación caixabank príncipe pío) 08/10. school of rock (teatro ibercaja delicias) 18/11. mean girls (grupo de teatro amorevo) 29/12. phantom of the opera (teatro albéniz)

BOOKS:

29/01. assembly - natasha brown (2021) 08/04. tartesso y los fenicios de occidente - sebastián celestino pérez & carolina lópez - ruiz (2020) 12/04. daddy - emma cline (2021) 23/04. a thousand splendid suns - khaled hosseini (2007) 29/05. los renglones torcidos de dios - torcuato luca de tena (1979) 03/06. the bands of mourning - brandon sanderson (2017) 24/06. kokoro - natsume soseki (1914) 10/07. miss benson's beetle - rachel joyce (2020) 08/08. the no-show - beth o'leary (2023) 18/08. tales of the alhambra - washington irving (1832) 22/09. the attack - yasmina khadra (2005) 25/09. the lightning thief - rick riordan (2005) RE-READ 30/09. the sea of monsters - rick riordan (2006) RE-READ 02/10. the titan's curse - rick riordan (2007) RE-READ 04/10. the battle of the labrynth - rick riordan (2008) RE-READ 07/10. the last olympian - rick riordan (2009) RE-READ 23/11. the kamogawa food detectives - hishashi kashiwai (2023) 21/12. a christmas carol - charles dickens (1843)

#2023 #2023 review #if i was a cooler people i'd do charts with the data and a timeline and stuff. but alas #you just get the most boring format of them all: bulletpoints #but if anyone knows how i could do a timeline in a way that would be easy and fun please let me know <3

[ewanmitchelll]

Imagine you are the good girl Aemond Targaryen needs.(III)

Warnings: sexual tension/drama/fluff

***

You are found in the gardens, hair tied according to the fashion of the court. Today, you are dressing in another shade of pink with details in red, white and always green. As Queen Helaena is playing with her twins and one of her favourite ladies, you stay in a careful distance, watching the scene with a smile in your lips.

But the rare moment you are not spending it thinking why would a prince of the blood offend your honor and dignity by asking if you are a witch--a question that got you restless for two nights, since your mind has also been troubled by the desires of your heart; perhaps he is misunderstood, there might be good in him, I can feel within...-- goes to waste when he shows up.

You gasp discreetly. You assumed--or rather lied to yourself--that you would not see the prince again since not only you were offended, but he came to see you are not like his former paramours and therefore unworthy of his time.

How foolish of me for thinking so. He is the king and the queen's brother. Goodness me, Y/N. Where did you get your head into?

Yet, after the prince played with the children and greeted his sister warmly, his eyes turn at you. Oh, if only you knew! Aemond knows he underestimated you, a mistake he does not intend to make again. But not only that, his mind has been plagued with guilt for letting you go this easily, for allowing you to leave the room offended.

Nay. The prince should know better how to be dignified of you. If you could read his thoughts, you'd find them to be a whirlwind of words in a tormented mind and a vicious heart.

But because you cannot read his masked face or his composed manners, you don't know how pained his soul is.

"Lady Y/N", Aemond finally comes at you. Slowly and in no rush, despite the impatient boiling in his blood and the desperation in his heart. "May I have a word with you?"

"I must not stay in private with a man unaccompanied", you tell him gently, though you don't like how cold these words may sound.

"I do not intend to steal you away from my sister's retinue", Aemond snaps back with a side smirk that makes you mirror it in your lips, however unwilligly.

He offers you his arm and as you take it, the two of you start a stroll around the green walls of white roses and yellow flowers that are located nearby trees and pomerades.

"My behavior last time we met was not very appropriated to a lady of your station", so he whispers. Aemond refuses to meet your gaze, aware there is surprise in your y/c eyes. "I am thus forced to acknowledge that I was not the best of the men you deserve."

You place your hand over his wrist and caress it, making him look at you. How strange to receive gentleness from you. The perplexity in his eyes tells you that Aemond is not accostumed to such gestures. Or to apologize at all.

"Did you think I would not forgive you, prince? Is that why you are looking at me like that?"

Aemond chuckles.

"By the maker, little wonder why you and my sister get along well. I thought purity and kindness only existed in one spirit and that would be Helaena's." His eyes linger in the way they beseech yours. "I am cruel, Lady Y/N. I had mistresses. I killed my own nephew. I started a fucking war. And yet, here I am. On my knees, praying that you take me as I am or send me away to suffer endlessly in the torments of the seven hells."

You chuckle at his words, though parting the gaze away in the moment where Aemond hopes to read either hope or damnation in you.

"I admit I have little experience in the world", you tell him. "Or any at all to judge the doings of anyone at all. But I know you are hurt because no one listens to you, my prince. Who am I to judge you for what you've done? Maybe you were reckless, maybe you did not take in consideration where your actions would lead you. Nonetheless, you are not your past. I am not your mistresses either. I am merely me."

Aemond is astonished by the softness in your words, the serenity with which you speak them. But when you look back into his eyes, you know you are lost. For good. Because you find yourself in them. In him.

***

There is another feast again. This time for the court only. You are attending it as a maid to Queen Helaena. The king seems to have noticed you--as well as other men present--much to the annoyance of Aemond. It is when he stands abruptly and moves right to where you are.

"My fair lady Y/N Y/LN", he says in a tone louder than he usually uses. His mother, the dowager queen, holds her breath: last time Aemond decided to be this imprudent, it ended very, very bad.

It seems most of the presents--except you and Helaena--are sharing this thought. Aegon's eyebrows are epically raised. In his eyes, lies the unposed question: what do you want now, Aemond?

"I would like to courtship you."

Aegon, naturally, would not waste the opportunity to tease his brother.

"What about Mistress Rivers, Aemond? Is she aware of the change of your...uh...affections?"

You blush and part the gaze you have been sharing with Aemond upon the mention of...her. It is no surprising to hear of his former paramour's name, but this time it makes your gentle and sweet heart experience a different insecurity that you detest to feel: jealousy.

"She is where she ought to be", Aemond snaps rather rispidly. "I am not here for her. I am here for Lady Y/N."

Every eye turns at you and at him. You pretend to busy yourself with your fingers. Must the prince be so…indiscreet? Your chest seems heavier, your face is bright as pink.

In the meantime, the dowager queen watches the events roll right under her nose quite shocked. It is partly a relief that Aemond is not with that woman anymore, but on the other hand, not to be told of his intentions makes the situation more embarrassing.

“I had no idea you were up to make some fuss over a mistress, but if you want my permission…” The king sighs dramatically. “Well, I shall give it.”

“Husband”, Helaena whispers. “Lady Y/N is a decent woman. She must not be turned into a mistress.”

Although you are very thankful for Helaena standing for you, which makes your eyes go slightly teary for this demonstration of loyalty, you fear that Aegon might not take this well.

But you are rather surprised by Aegon’s sly smirk.

Oh, no. What does His Grace have in mind?

“I have a better plan, brother”, Aegon beams.

The dowager queen sighs heavily, your father pales and Aemond furrows his eyebrows.

“Speak your terms, Your Grace.”

“Since you are so willingly to court Lady Y/N Y/LN, why don’t you marry her instead? It’s more than time for you to settle down.”

“Aegon…”

“It’s either that or I will make her my mistress. What’s going to be?”

Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Aemond knows he would rather suffer a thousand deaths before letting you be ruined by the king. For your surprise, however, the prince does not take long before saying firmly:

“I will make Lady Y/N my wife. And I demand you give us Dragonstone… Your Grace”, he side smirks.

Aegon pretends to roll his eyes before smiling widely.

“So it shall be done.”

Before you know, breathing becomes too difficult and you pass out.

(To be continue)

#ewan mitchell #Aemond Targaryen #Aemond #house targaryen #fire and blood #house of the dragon #Aemond x female reader #aemond targaryen x female reader #aemond x fem!reader #aemond fic

[hwestalas]

GUYS GUYS GUYS I'M SO EXCITED!!!! [Explanation relegated to the Appendices because I've had a witty (silly) note prepared for longer than I've been on Tumblr]

I had planned to finish this in time to post on Epiphany. That… did not happen. But what, you may ask, does this drawing have to do with Epiphany? Well, it features an unusually wise man being elated because he found a wonderful, humble king. Also the character with the cutest eyes in the Tolkien legendarium. More relevantly, he is worth his weight in gold, frankly has a lot of sense, and is myrrh loyal than most. Interestingly, they are all displaying humility.

Appendix A

I started this infuriating darling in December, hoping to finish by Christmas. That did not happen. Then I hoped to finish it by Epiphany, but my joke-maker was quicker than my art-maker. Then I had major trouble getting Faramir even remotely into shape, freaked out, and left it alone for, I kid you not, 2-3 months. (This is normal.)

Anyway, I picked it up two days ago and regained some hope for my almost-favorite character in Lord of the Rings and this evening I finally, finally finished!!

Appendix B

It also happens to be one of my first major digital art pieces.

Appendix C

Oh, and I like these guys. Exceedingly. That's how they got so high in my favorite list. The competition in LOTR is exceeding fierce.

Appendix D

I was seriously tempted at this point to write three more appendices just to emulate Tolkien. But no, that would be too much. Unless...

Appendix E

This has nothing to do with my excitement, but I got the idea for placing them on pedestals from a tiny dollhouse I had as a child, which had a pet salon in it. One of the furnishings was a stand upon which to place the pets who won a contest.

Appendix F

(This does have to do with my excitement.)

Beware! I have thus far posted very little fan art, but I was merely waiting until I'd posted this, as a sort of intro... now the floodgates shall open! Beware!

Or, at least... now they could if I had the margin. I'll probably be too busy for the next couple of weeks. Alas.

But just you wait till school lets out!

*rubs hands together happily like a chef let loose in the kitchen*

#lord of the rings #fanart #my art #digital art #MS Paint #faramir #samwise gamgee #aragorn #favorites #humility #Epiphany #(this is when the Wise Men/Magi come to worship Jesus) #P.S. Tumblr tells me this is my 50th post #which is awesome and totally not planned #Thanks Jesus ^_^