#papa wolf is always welcomed here

[lulublack90]

Prompt 20 - Emotional

@jegulus-microfic March 20 Word count 901

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The second he entered the house, he knew.

“Salazar’s balls!” He muttered under his breath. Remus turned his face to glance at him while still watching the hallway ahead for whatever had upset Regulus. “Be wary of what you say, Lupin. In fact, stay silent.” Remus looked at him questionably but kept his mouth shut. “My parents are here.”

“Regulus!” Orion Black appeared from the kitchen. “We wondered where you had gotten to.” Orion had a huge smile plastered on his face as he strode across the hall and embraced a horrified Regulus. 

“Good—Good evening, Father. I thought Mother was going to send word when you decided to return home.” Orion pulled away but left his large hands on Regulus’s shoulders, a smile still adorning his face. 

“Your mother had some business to take care of in London, so I thought I’d accompany her and see my loving son.” Regulus had to work extremely hard to keep the perplexed look off his face. His father had never been this friendly to him before. His father had always been cold and distant with him, only interacting with his sons if he was forced to by his wife. 

Remus hadn’t moved a muscle since the Black patriarch had appeared, but he still caught Orion’s attention. “And who is this? I don’t think I’ve met your little friend. Introduce us Regulus.” Remus tensed. Regulus looked at him. He would have laughed at the way Orion had called Remus little when the young man towered over the elder Lord Black if the situation hadn’t been so odd. 

“An acquaintance from Hogwarts, Father. Remus Lupin.” Orion narrowed his eyes once Regulus had spoken his name.

“Hmmm,” Orion hummed as he took in Remus’s appearance. “You’re the young werewolf who is in a relationship with my eldest son.” Remus swallowed nervously as Regulus tried to get his father’s attention away from Remus. “Not now, Regulus.” Orion waved him away. “Now, tell me, Remus, how is Sirius? I hope you are treating him well, or else you’ll have me to answer to.” He chuckled as he slapped a hand to Remus’s back. 

Remus turned his head wide-eyed, staring at Regulus. 

“Papa, are you feeling alright?” Regulus asked, looking warily at his father. 

“Of course, why do you ask?” Orion said pleasantly, Turning away from Remus.

“You’re being friendly.” Orion’s face fell. Regulus suddenly felt very guilty. “Sorry, Papa. I didn’t mean it to come out like that.”

“No, no, it’s understandable. Why don’t you and Remus run along, and I’ll call you when dinner is ready.” The smile was back on his face. Regulus looked worriedly at his father before he decided he needed to ensure he didn’t mention what had just been said to Walburga. 

“Papa, you’re not going to tell Maman about what you just said about Remus?” He prayed he hadn’t just made a mistake. 

“So he is a spy then?” Both boys paled. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. Your secrets are safe with me.” He cleared his throat. “Maybe don’t mention how you know each other. You know how she reacts when you’re brother is mentioned.” 

The front door burst open as the last words left Orion’s mouth, and Walburga Black stood framed in the doorway. 

“Ah, a welcoming party, how kind.” Her sharp voice was free of any emotional tones. “Regulus, you are well, I presume?” Regulus shook the shock from himself, letting his mask fall back over his features.

“Yes, Maman. May I take your bag?” She thrust her dragon hide travel bag into his hands as she unclasped her cloak and threw it towards the wall, where a narrow cupboard opened and caught it before blending back into the wall again. 

“You appear to have a house guest, Regulus.” She sneered in Remus’s direction.

“Yes, I apologise, Maman. The Dark Lord paired us together for an assignment, and it was easier to keep him and less pungent than having to keep retrieving him from the wolf pack.” Her face turned up even more in disgust. 

“You brought a werewolf into our ancestral home?” She asked, her nostrils flaring. 

“I assure you, Maman, he is housebroken.” Her sneer turned to a smirk. 

“Well, as the Dark Lord has seen fit to pair you, I suppose I can allow it for a time.” Her eyes narrowed again. “Keep a close eye on the wolf. Do not let him wander where he pleases.” She left them in the hallway as she disappeared upstairs to her office. 

Orion smiled at them and patted them both on the shoulder before returning to the kitchen. 

“Well, that was pleasant,” Remus smirked down at Regulus. 

“Oh, shut up, wolf! Come on, let’s go warn the others.” 

They didn’t have long to let James know what had happened before they were called down to dinner. 

“I see you’re ‘friend’ hasn’t dressed for dinner,” Walburga noted as they sat, the three Blacks in their formal wear. Remus, to Regulus’s amusement, had rejected the lending of the dress robes Regulus had offered and didn’t blink at Walburga’s comments. 

The dinner went well. Orion was back to his silent self and barely spared a glance at Regulus. It wasn’t until she excused herself at the end of the meal that Orion opened up again. He cast a silencing charm on the dining room door. 

“So, you’re trying to kill the Dark Lord?”      

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#march 20 #jegulus #jegulus microfic #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus fic #regulus black #james potter #dead gay wizards #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #remus lupin #sirius black #orion black #walburga black #james x regulus #regulus x james #regulus and james #james potter x regulus black #james and regulus #guess whos back #emotional

[sleepyhead-poll]

SUBMISSIONS FOR THE LOSER'S BRACKET ARE OPEN!

Welcome to the Loser's Bracket submissions! If you don't know how it works, here's a rundown:

For about a week, I will have nominations open for the Loser's Bracket. Nominate as many characters as you want who were in the tournament but have lost, but do not nominate someone more than once or someone who wasn't in the main tournament. (All contestants who lost prior to the semifinals have a shot to be nominated.)

After the Loser's Bracket nominations have been recorded, I will take the top 16 most nominated characters and begin the Loser's Bracket, which will last 4 rounds. Each round will last only a day, unlike the main tournament, where each round lasted a week.

The winner of the Loser's Bracket will have an honorary place on the podium and be mentioned in the finals winners post.

All propaganda for the Loser's Bracket will be unique, so feel free to write more propaganda on why you think they deserve this second chance.

I will stop taking nominations the day that the semifinals poll is over, as I want to start the Loser's Bracket the day the finals go up.

I will take nominations through the ask box! Send the name of your character & any propaganda on why you think they should have won.

Under the cut is a list of ALL THE LOSERS thus far and WHICH ROUND THEY LOST IN. Feel free to scroll through it to refresh yourself on anyone you want to nominate. (I hope I spelled everyone's name right because that was a lot to type and I'm not doing that again lmao)

Lost During Round 1

Tanaka (Tanaka-kun is Always Listless)

Sanada Ryu (Kimi ni Todoke)

Yokune Ruko (UTAUloid)

Ritsu Sakuma (Ensemble Stars)

Tsukasa Hiiragi (Lucky Stars)

Chayanne (QSMP)

Koshiba Kiri (Beauty Pop)

Towa Motosu (World Dai Star)

Takenaka Hanbei (Samurai Warriors)

Budwin (Papa Louie)

Meguru Bachira (Blue Lock)

Judai Yuki (Yu-Gi-Oh! GX)

Sleepy Gary (Rick and Morty)

Viva Twilight (Master Detective Archives: Rain Code)

Garfield (Garfield)

Shari (Wayside School)

Takane Enomoto (Kagerou Project)

Howard Philips Lovecraft (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Belphegor (Obey Me! Shall we Date?)

En Yufuin (Cute High Earth Defense Club Love!)

Hyp (Touhou: Fantastic Danmaku Festival 2)

Meitenkun (King of the Fighters)

Mint (My Time at Portia)

Priscilla (Rune Factory 5)

Dreamer / Protagonist (Melatonin)

Clovis (Percy Jackson)

Towtow (Super Smash Bros.)

Link (Legend of Zelda)

Shota Aizawa / Eraser Head (My Hero Academia)

Shikamaru Nara (Naruto)

Vooshvazool's Bat (The Neverending Story)

Enrico Pollini (Rat Race)

Denjiro Kyoshiro (One Piece)

Sans (Undertale)

Midnight (Fairytale)

Ahito (Galactik Football)

Laffey (Azur Lane)

Noelle (NieR Reincarnation)

Nemu (Haibane Renmei)

Snoozing Carpenter (Sky: Children of the Light)

Aurora Sya Lis Goodreste (Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle)

Eve (Eaternal Nocturnal)

Elle (Crush Crush)

Hastings (One Upon a Time in Space)

Briar Beauty (Ever After)

Silver (Twisted Wonderland)

Ganyu (Genshin Impact)

Layla (Genshin Impact)

Totoro (My Neighbor Totor)

Slakoth & Slaking (Pokemon)

Musharna (Pokemon)

Dreaming Nemleria (Yu-Gi-Oh! TCG)

Noddy (Kirby)

Nemukko Nyago (Sanrio)

Citrus (Otherworldly Ravenous Beast)

Espinas (Monster Hunter)

Lazy Smurf (The Smurfs)

Paddi (Pleasant Goat and Big Bad Wolf)

Dozer (Cookie Run)

Forde (Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones)

Trec (Fire Emblem: The Binding Blade)

Mirabilis (Fire Emblem: Heroes)

Sothis (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Ladybird (King of the Hill)

Lost During Round 2

Ritsuka Uenoyama (Given)

Kanata Konoe (love Live! Nijigasaki High School Idol Club)

Yoshihito Usaida (Gakuen Babysitters)

Yuuya Amane (Nukoduke!)

PJ Berri (Parappa the Rapper)

Nagi Seishiro (Blue Lock)

Sleepy Ernst (Destroy All Humans)

Peppermint Patty (Peanuts)

Saiko Yonebayashi (Tokyo Ghoul:re)

Kyoutarou Shuzenji (Cute Earth Defense Club HAPPY KISS!)

Hisoka Mikage (A3!)

Ryker (Rune Factory 5)

Madotsuki (Yume Nikki)

Talon (The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time)

Agares Picero (Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun)

Mister Zzz (Batman)

Roronoa Zoro (One Piece)

Dino (That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime)

Nemurin (Magical Girl Raising Project)

Siffrin (In Stars and Time)

Sakuma Fueko (The Feelings We All Must Endure)

Sleepy (Disney's Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs)

Sleeping Beauty (Shrek)

Sayu (Genshin Impact)

Slowpoke Evolution Line (Pokemon)

Caitlin (Pokemon)

Gudetama (Pokemon)

Number 6 Floof (Monster Hunter Stories)

Flower (Bambi)

Vampire Cookie (Cookie Run)

Mitama (Fire Emblem: Fates)

Durin (Arknights)

Lost During Round 3

Yumemi Nemu (Vocaloid)

Panda (Polar Bear Cafe)

Sonic the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Chiaki Nanami (Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair)

Kuro / Sleepy Ash / Sloth (Servamp)

Clorica (Rune Factory 4)

Hypnos (Hades)

Unconscious Argentinean (Moulin Rouge)

Sloth (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)

Sunny (Omori)

Sleepytime Tea Bear (Celestial Sleepytime Tea)

Jing Beiyuan (Lord Seventh)

Komala (Pokemon)

Rainforest Dragon / RainWings (Wings of Fire)

Judd (Splatoon)

Haar (Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance)

Lost During Round 4

Ayumu "Osaka" Kasuga (Azumanga Daioh)

Jeff Wiggle (The Wiggles)

Nanaki Kazuaki (Hatoful Boyfriend)

Olruggio (Witch Hat Atelier)

Bedman (Guilty Gear)

Wonderland Sekai Megurine Luka (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage)

Snorlax (Pokemon)

Lindhardt von Hevring (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Lost During Round 5 (Quarterfinals)

Snoozer (Hamtaro)

Hotaru Yura (Magia Record)

Jade Harley (Homestuck)

Bedtime Bear (Care Bears)

#loser's bracket #loser's bracket submissions #loser's bracket nominations #poll submission #poll nominations #poll bracket #poll tournament #polls #character polls #sleepyhead poll

[burr-ell]

7. peppered kisses

"Freddy, careful with Trinket's ear, now."

"Mrooooaah."

"You're quite welcome, son. Wolfe, Lee, oatmeal's for eating, not throwing."

"We didn't do anything!"

"Not yet. Vesper, now I think about it, don't forget your Celestial lessons this afternoon."

"Okay, Dad."

"Your enthusiasm is noted. Your mother should be here about—"

"Now?"

Percy looked up from his observation of little Freddy—who had backed away from Trinket's ears but was still eyeing them with fascination—as his wife strode into the room. Two months pregnant and requisitely refusing to slow down, Vex was already distinctly windswept after an early morning hunt, though she seemed to have thankfully cleaned the gore off this time. (Leona and Wolfe had thought she looked so cool, and she did, but Freddy had been nearly inconsolable.)

"Magnificent timing as always, darling," said Percy.

"Why, thank you." Vex tossed her braid over her shoulder—a little out of habit, but mostly to show off. "What's on the menu this morning?" she asked breezily.

"Oatmeal, toast and jam, orange juice, and Laina brewed some lovely bergamot tea," said Percy. "Whoops—!"

He lunged forward just in time to catch Leona's glass, which sloshed dangerously as it teetered. He pushed it gently back onto its coaster and met Leona's downcast eyes. "Sorry, papa," she mumbled.

"It's alright, dear," Percy said soothingly. "Accidents happen. Just try to be a bit more careful, that's all." His daughter was a fierce little spitfire and certainly a troublemaker, but she was terribly sensitive about making mistakes. He'd have to get her talking more with Keyleth when he could.

"Our home would fall apart without you, darling," said Vex as she served herself a bowl of oatmeal.

"Thank you, dear, but I'm not the one who woke up at gods-know-when. How was the hunt? Freddy, careful!"

Freddy stopped with a jerk, barely avoiding trodding on Trinket's tail, but the momentum still carried. He fell forward onto the dining room floor with a yelp.

"Freddy!" Vex cried, putting down her dishes and immediately crouching down next to him. "Are you alright?"

But Freddy just looked up and blinked owlishly, as though merely surprised by the turn of events. "Okay, mama," he said.

Vex sighed. "Alright, love. Try to be more mindful, okay?"

Freddy nodded. "Okay." He always paid a bit more attention when Vex was teaching—less, Percy suspected, to do with his namesake and more to do with those watchful eyes he always got whenever he could see the Parchwood from a window.

Vex stood and picked up her plate and glass, expertly winding her way around Freddy and Trinket to take a seat next to Percy at the dining table. "Hunt was alright," she said. "All just game this time, no magical creatures."

"Good," Percy said. "We've had a spate of them lately, from what you've said."

Vex nodded, swallowing a spoonful of oatmeal. "It's a bit unusual, but it could have just been an active breeding season for them. I'll need to keep an eye on the old grey render caves, and of course the owlbear dens."

Percy smiled. "Our home would fall apart without you, darling," he said, leaning over to kiss her cheek.

"Eeeewww!" cried Leona.

"Gross!" Wolfe yelled.

Percy looked over at the table, brows raised, to see the tail end of an eyeroll from Vesper. His lips quirked. "What's that, children?" he asked, scooting his chair right next to Vex's. "You think I don't kiss your mother enough? I quite agree."

As though reading his mind, Vex leaned away from her breakfast in time for Percy to take her cheeks in his hands. He grinned at the expectant way she looked at his lips and winked. "In a minute, love," he teased, before pressing quick kisses all over her face. Her cheeks, forehead, and nose were still a bit salty with sweat, but Percy cared little—both because his wife was giggling delightedly in spite of herself and because his children were having conniptions.

"Dad, stop being gross!" whined Vesper.

Percy looked up and smirked over at Leona and Wolfe, who were simultaneously pretending to retch onto the floor. "Terribly sorry," he said. "What were you—"

"Oh, no, you don't," said Vex, guiding him by the jaw back to her. "Pay up, Percival."

Vesper buried her head in her hands, Wolfe and Leona dove out of their chairs, Freddy toddled over to see what all the fuss was about, and Trinket lowed in what could only be described as exasperation. Percy wouldn't know—he was rather preoccupied at the moment.

2d20 kiss prompts

#perc'ahlia #percahlia #percy de rolo #vex'ahlia #critical role #de rolo family #quarter elves #otp: it's yours (my heart and my judgment) #biting (burr writing)

[tears0fsatan]

greetings tumblr user adonismusings! it is i, 🔶 anon, here again to humbly request another comfort fic. so may i rq zhongli with a trans male reader who likes wearing dresses and is quite confident of it but one day reader suddenly feels gloomy about it bc he "doesn't feel like a real man"? a bit specific but i am guilty of this sometimes HAHA anyways have a great day <3

𖥻 characters... zhongli x trans m!reader

𖥻 genre... angst / comfort + fluff <3

𖥻 warnings... trans m!reader, modern setting!, relationship between zhongli n reader isn't specified, zhongli calls reader terms of endearment, um i guess mentions gender stereotypes?? not sure how to describe it really, translation of the audio is in the playlist description! the one i have linked is sfw but i haven't checked the other audios in that cd!! his voice is a higher than zhongli's but shh u can still imagine it's papa geo

𖥻 a.n... 🔶 anon!!! welcome back!!! i missed you :DD aaa i love comin back to see you in my inbox (⸝⸝˃ ᵕ ˂⸝⸝ ) i'm a little saddened to hear that you've been made to believe that wearing dresses make you feel invalid but i assure you!! regardless of the clothing you wear, you will always be a guy! i think of all people, zhongli would agree to this too!!! fuck gender stereotypes! zhongli says only real men wear fuckin dresses (ꐦ ◣‸◢)

you huffed, pinching around your outfit in hopes that it would somehow change how you felt towards it. no matter how many times you adjusted the dress, you couldn't shake the growing feeling of invalidity.

"darling, are you ready?" you could hear zhongli call out from behind the door. you opted to stay quiet, mind divided by the thought of changing to something considered more appropriate for men and the thought of fucking up society's gender norms.

without noticing, the geo archon had entered the room, choosing to quietly lean against the doorframe and observing you. he could practically hear your thoughts from where he stood.

he looked chic, dressed in a tight fitting, long-sleeved black turtleneck that was tucked into a pair of black dress pants. on top of that, he had thrown on a long, brown coat and a dark grey scarf looped around his neck. he was the epitome of elegance, his mannerisms paired with his eloquence made for a very charming archon.

"oh my," zhongli paused, taking a moment to eye you up and down multiple times, "you look absolutely stunning, my dear." the archon wolf whistled (reminding you to teach that god damned snezhnayan a lesson), before making his way to you.

"i must say, this dress compliments your skin tone very well. this style really suits you."

you glanced at him from the mirror, still silent. your arms had instinctively went to cover yourself before he could wrap his arma around you.

the archon stopped himself seeing that, he knew things had been brewing but he didn't realise it was to this extent.

he couldn't help but lightly shake his head, soft smile playing on his lips. he redirected his path to the bed, sitting on the edge with his arms on his knees.

"mora for your thoughts?" he asked, but you could tell he knew. he had that dumb look on your face that you loved yet hated at the same time. a look that screamed he was utterly entranced by you.

you sighed, placing your hands and turning towards the archon. you gave him a deadpanned look and gestured to your outfit.

"it doesn't look good on me." you waved off dismissively, dancing around the real problem, "i'm about to change so... out!" you raised an eyebrow and pointed towards the door before walking to the closet to grab a more suitable outfit.

"hey, hey." zhongli got up from the bed and gently took a hold of your elbow, stopping you in your place. "you look amazing darling, what's the matter?" with one hand placed on the lower of your back, he gently urged you to take a seat on the bed.

"it's nothing, i'll just change real quick and then we can be off." you offered him a smile. you wanted to get up, you didn't want him to see you like this. you really wanted to but... the way zhongli looked at you made it impossible.

you sighed, unable to resist the puppy eyes of the archon. "i just don't feel very masculine wearing this dress. it.... i don't know— i don't really feel like a man." you closed your eyes, finding it difficult to look at him.

the man beside you hummed, taking a moment to let everything settle in. he had picked up on how concious you were about your masculinity early on.

zhongli was always supportive of what you wore, regardless of whether you were dressing masculine or feminine. his compliments were always genuine, there was never a sign that he was lying or exaggerating.

when you first wore a skirt in front of him, he couldn't tear his eyes off you, even after hu tao whacked him on the back of his head for not paying attention at work. your confidence skyrocketed since then, it encouraged you to begin wearing dresses. and zhongli adored it.

he helped pick out some dresses for you, insisting on getting it for you because you deserved them (though in the end you had to put away half of the mountain he chose because one, he had no mora and two, because he damn near milked that store dry).

"i have lived long enough to have seen it all, my love. i have seen many men adorn dresses as i have seen many women grace suits, regardless of whether they were born as men or women. i don't know when you humans decided that a specific article of clothing was meant for a certain type of person, but as an archon i find it rather odd."

the archon took his hand in yours, "darling, there is nothing i find more... manly than my partner confidently striding down the streets of liyue in a dress that i picked out. it is a sight to see, truly." zhongli kissed the back of your hand and you could feel the smile growing on your lips.

you rolled your eyes playfully, "who taught you to be such a flirt? last i remembered, you were inviting me to bingo like we're old retired farts."

zhongli chuckled at your response, squeezing your hand that was clasped in his. "how about.. next time i match with you?" you gave him a questioning look, wondering where this was going.

"you mean.. you wanna wear a dress?" you looked at him, grin playing on your lips and giggles falling out of your mouth.

"yeah, why not? it looks comfortable..." he trailed off, sounding more unsure the longer he went on. you shook your head and stood up, pulling zhongli along with you.

"let's get going, my o mighty archon. any later and i think tartaglia will hunt us down and bust down our door."

zhongli let out faux shiver at the thought before hooking his left arm around your waist and guiding you out the door.

© 2022 TEARS0FSATAN. please don’t repost, modify or translate my works anywhere!

#៹ ࣪˖. 🎧 light mode﹒☆ #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin comfort #genshin zhongli #zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli x male reader #zhongli x transmasc reader #zhongli comfort #male reader #trans reader #transmasc reader

[thedreamaet]

    over the course of the last five years, given how close dove and birdy were, ares was now very much birdy’s favorite too. which then leads to ares’ impromptu visit when he returns from his olympus duties. it was only two weeks  ⸺ but for the five year old it felt like two years. not that the brunette has any concept of time but, it just felt like a long time. after he caught up with dove of course, he’s quick to find himself in allison and ellis’ living room with hands behind his back. concealing the newest gift. “birdy! mama’s got a surprise for you!” allison shouted as the god of war moves forward to pull allison into a short embrace. “how’s the mini ellis?” ares asked, head jutting into the direction of allison’s growing belly. “no, no, no, don’t do that.” a warning finger is pointed in the war god’s direction. “that’s a boy in there, i know it.” ares teases as birdy stops at the top of the stairs. “uncle ares!?” the five year old screeches, nearly sprinting down the stairs as ares pulls at his pant legs, squatting to welcome the child who was running at him at full speed. “there’s my little wolf!” welcoming the shorter brunette into his arms as he lifts her from the ground, holding out a fist for her to bump. “is papa coming home today too?” the child asked as ares looks towards allison. “yeah, he’s with your aunt sienna, they’ll be home soon, papa knows he can’t come home without your mint chocolate chip ice cream, so he’s stopping to get some.”

“birdy, why don’t you show uncle ares your new painting, yeah?” allison suggested as birdy quickly nods, pointing to the backyard as ares obliges. “a new painting huh?” ares asked as he walked down the porch’s steps. “mhm ⸺ mama says she’s going to frame it.” birdy informs her uncle matter-of-factly, moving to show him the dried painting once he set her down. “⸺this is the dragon.” birdy began, pointing to the black figure that took most of the canvas  ⸺ breathing fire and the likes. “and this is aunt sienna,” she continues as ares cants his head, seeing his sister with her hands extended upward, balls of light emitting from her palms - which wasn’t to far off. “is this me?” ares asked, pointing to the male with a sword in hand. “yeah, that’s you, see your shield right there?” she continued as ares nods slowly, brows knitting together as his eyes trail the canvas. “⸺how come your papa gets to ride the dragon?” was ares offended over a five year old’s painting? absolutely. 

“what do you mean!” the five year old nearly shouts in disbelief, “papa kicks all the monsters’ butts ⸺ all of them.” she informs as ares narrows his eyes. “how many monsters has your papa beat up? huh? uncle ares has beat double the amount.“ chest puffed out as it’s birdy’s turn to narrow her eyes  ⸺ clear to anyone that she spends to much time with dove. “you know why there’s no dragons here uncle ares? because papa beat all of them up.” the nerve. “you’re lucky i like you.” the god of war grumbled, nearly rolling his eyes as birdy sticks out her tongue. “your dad’s pretty cool isn’t he?” not as cool as ares  ⸺  but ares wasn’t going to let his niece blow a hole in his pride. “one day, i’m going to ride a dragon. and i’m going to run wild and free like papa always tells me,” he laughs, a faint smile curving across stubbling features.

he’s happy ⸺ that ellis is able to experience this form of happiness. even if birdy knew how to get under ares’ skin (which he’s sure is her picking up on ellis’ personality) but, he deserved it. they all did. “before i forget, i got you somethin’ from olympus ⸺ well, sort of.” ares begins to explain, holding the bracelet in his hand for birdy to get a better look. “i made it myself - see, these beads come from this tree that is very special to me and these blue beads⸺” birdy cuts him off, “are there because blue is my favorite color! uncle ares this is so pretty!” the five year old squealed as ares smiled. “and there’s a little wolf here, see?” he knew the girl could only hold out for so long, so, he motions for her to hand her wrist over so he could place the bracelet on. 

“i’m never, ever, ever taking it off. ever.“ 

/   @intheirabsence​   !

#* drabbles . #* drabbles : uncle ares . #( yes this was needed. #i'm ⸺ #ares and birdy are very much. #uncle jessie and michelle vibes ok. #and i needed it. #birdy is ares' favorite. #ok. #no ifs ands or buts. i make no rules. #just enforce them )

[bluemoonfantasiesiii]

Lily happily nodded to the redhead male and leaned to pick the flower so carefully in her hand "now~, we go out to a safer place~" she told them all and walked ahead of them towards the gate with big smile keeping the flowers closer to her small chest since she loves the flowers a lot, seeing even whopperower from the start as a kind of flower she would want to be friends with.

"I hope papa will be here soon~" she whispered to the wind with hopeful eyes and small smile.

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Vincent nodded to the older but blushed deeply at their small exchange that he really didn't need to hear.

He walked ahead of them to some area not far yet not close to their spot where he found a small riftwolf, the same one he patted its head not long ago.

The seemingly a bit tired wolf on a rock watched the adventurer for a bit before recognising the man and his Hydro element, it moved slowly closer to him, the younger researcher held his hand up with small and soft smile welcoming the wolf with some gentle pats on its head "remembering me, I see" he murmured quietly and as usual he rewarded the small hound with his healing energy receiving a calm sounds from it as if telling how satisfied it is now.

The wolf then noticed the twin looking brothers behind Vincent coming over towards them, it moved slowly away from the man's caring hand as if wanted to leave "fine then. Take care~" he said with calm voice as the wolf made a small rift in the air and disappeared inside it.

'Is he a new one that he couldn't recognise his own brother Nigredo? I wonder' he kept that thought to himself for now before turning around to face the two with small smile and slightly sleepy eyes.

Just as Heizou had said, Gorou was at the entrance, training some new guards on their duties.

“Oh, General~!” the detective called out. Gorou’s ears perked up as he waved at the other.

“I’m a little busy right now,” he said. “What do you need?”

“Am I not allowed to observe?” Heizou asked, mocking offense. “I’ve never seen one of your training sessions before~”

“Oh, um, o-okay!”

“Let’s go, quickly,” Kazuha whispered, nudging the two children through the gate and down the bits of the reef connected by bridges until they were a good distance from the shrine and village. “It should be safe here,” he said to the flower in Lily’s hand.

The whopperflower popped back into its true form, squealing in thanks at the other three.

———

“Was that Vali?!” Nigredo said after the rifthound disappeared into the void. “He’s here, too?”

“He seemed almost frightened when he saw you,” Albedo observed. “Did you have a particularly bad relationship with that one?”

“Not really,” Nigredo said with a shrug. “But I do remember him always being pretty skittish, especially after Narfi was struck down by the Raiden Shogun during the raid on Inazuma. Most of the hounds preferred to pair up. Narfi was Vali’s partner…”

“You okay, Vincent?” the Erdeprinz asked. “You look a little tired.”

#moon answers shit #vincent anon #rhinesons au

[feodor-dostoevsky]

MARVEL’S WOLVERINE developed by Insomniac Games

#gamingedit #marveledit #wolverineedit #marvel's wolverine #wolverine #james howlett #logan #mikaeled #userwolfkissed #dailyvideogames #dailygaming #gamingnetwork #bbelcher #cinemapix #myedit #okay I'm excited #papa wolf is always welcomed here

[thewolvesandtheirbard]

Could you please write a snuggling head cannons for the wolves and maybe jaskier if you have time? I love your work

Certainly!

So first we have Eskel & Geralt giving a grumpy Lamb some snuggles because they do that. That’s their job as big brothers. Annoy & Love the baby wolf in equal measure ❤️ But they do have to be careful cause he bites!

Next we have the wolf bros after a bit too much white gull when they’re feeling all lovey dovey and often pass out with eachother in a pile in front of the fireplace in the great hall. Uncoordinated smooches and snuggles galore.

Now one of my favorites. Wolf pups all ganging up on Papa Ves for “We’re sorry” snuggles after they got into a wrestling match or a race and broke something important.

Now of course Papa isn’t always that grouchy with his boys, so here’s Vesemir with Eskel & Geralt, his well behaved puppies who welcome cuddles from Dad without question.

And then Lambert who throws fits at Papa Ves in public…

But when in the privacy of their keep, on those bad nights when terrible dreams haunt him, Lambert always goes to Papa Ves first for cuddles. And as always, Vesemir loves his littlest puppy more than he could ever say. Much more than Lambert would ever believe.

Okay, now the angst is done. Let’s have some silliness from the Kaer Morons! I give you, Geralt‘s attempts to be a comforting big brother and Lambert is a little troll.

And of course the two drops of water, so much alike and so close together, always finding some reason to be close and snuggle ❤️

Then we have Eskel when he tries to show affection to Lambert, who always is a bit slow to trust in any form of affection, but welcomes it with open arms eventually, even if he’s blushing and pretending not to care. Unlike with Geralt, Eskel is not harassed when he tries to cuddle the baby wolf XD

And finally, we have Geraskier. A wolf and his little songbird. Jaskier is always quick to close the space between them and Geralt still can’t believe how wonderful he is, how he is so unafraid and unbothered by him and all of his witcherness.

I hope you enjoyed this little take on the wolf family :) Thank you for the request! This was fun to do!

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #witcher lambert #witcher eskel #vesemir #jaskier #geraskier #eskralt #lambskel #kaer morhen #kaer morons #school of the wolf #Wolf school headcanons: Snuggles #witcher asks

[greyeyedmonster-18]

Idk if your still taking prompts but if you are, wolf star as the cool uncles that Harry idolizes and goes to when he fights with his parents. I really loved your Drabble from a couple days ago about Sirius trying to steal Harry lol. Maybe with more Remus too

Anyways, love you and good luck with your mountain of schoolwork 😌💕

hi anon,

i always love prompts! it might take me a bit to get to them/dribble with them, but they're always welcome.

i love cool uncles wolfstar. so much. have some live theater from a jegulus universe (may do something more well...thought out with this later):

"And then Papa told me I was being belligerent--" Harry started

"No!"

"He didn't!" Sirius and Remus said simultaneously.

"--and I told him I didn't know what that meant, but then bloody wanker made me go look it up in a dictionary."

"Tough break, Harry," Sirius nodded sympathetically.

"What's the word mean?" Remus asked

"Hostile. I'm his kid! He can't call me hostile!" Harry exclaimed flopping back in the chair, kicking his foot against the stepstool roughly. "Anyway, that's why I have no broom and can't do anything fun here today."

"I dunno, love, I'm sure we can think of something--"

Harry shook his head, "No, Dad told me that absolutely no fun was allowed and that I was lucky I was still allowed to come over here."

Remus paused, "Harry...what aren't you telling us?" Harry looked down from his slumped position in the chair, mumbling under his breath, "What's that love?"

"I said I might have put six dung bombs into their loo and when Dad went to flush it...just kind of backed up and poo water got into their carpet and on Papa's fancy robes that were hanging up. And i just said that someone should have more fiber if they're shits are that fat and--"

"Poo...poo water?" Sirius whispered, biting the inside of his lip to keep from laughing.

"Did...your Dad get blamed?" asked Remus.

"Yeah. For...a few days, actually. Papa made him take one of those nasty potions that--" Sirius let out the first snort before Harry had finished his sentence, Remus's pale skin tinting red from suppressed laughter. "--you know, make everything... so, uh. No fun."

"Hostile," Sirius nodded, "I get it now."

"Very funny though."

#asks #ask me anything

[bokutosworld]

no place like home | hq boys with their kids! 

characters: schweiden adlers boys with their kids - kageyama, ushijima, hoshiumi! 

wc: 1.2k words, pure fluff!

summary: part two of home sweet home where we now take a look at how the three men from schweiden adlers spend time with their little ones.  

a/n: a second part that no one asked but i wanted to do cos i’ve been feeling soft and having baby fever again lmfao hehe oh and i hope everyone’s enjoying a happy holidays! 

KAGEYAMA TOBIO Unlike most parents, Kageyama's job as a professional volleyball player didn't allow him the luxury of doing what most moms and dads do with their kids. It's not as if he's neglected his parental responsibilities, he's the type to spoil his four-year-old Kaito with gifts and toys, he was just unfortunate to not have enough time to spend with him.

But on a particular day off, the stars seemed to have aligned when you asked him to pick up Kaito from daycare. Kageyama looked forward to this opportunity and he had planned an afternoon for a long overdue father-and-son bonding. However, due to his celebrity athlete status, Kageyama was mindful of being swarmed by fans so he took it to mind to wear his best disguise (see: black cap, black shades, white shirt and jeans, finished with a denim jacket).

As soon as he's parked across the daycare center, Kageyama immediately earned the attention of the moms who were also waiting for their children. It didn't help that when he stepped out of the car, they all swooned over him and recognized that he was the star setter from Schweiden Adlers. And when the bell rang and footsteps came running from the building, all the kids also stood in awe as they noticed the familiar tall person who they looked up to and only watched in the TVs. But to Kageyama, the one attention that only mattered was that of his son's.

"Kaito, over here!" He waved over the little boy, and seeing his father's presence in the crowd, Kaito sped off to where Kageyama was. He welcomed the young boy with open arms, peppering his cute face with kisses and lifting him up from the ground. The audience that have gathered were starstruck to see the usual stoic player break his facade and become a doting father to his adorable mini-me.

"You made it, Papa! I thought Mama was joking when she said you will fetch me after school," the child said through his fits of giggles.

Kageyama pressed his forehead to his son's and whispered, "I never break my promises." He put Kaito down and held his hand as they began walking to their car, saying goodbye to his classmates. "Now, let's go get some ice cream!"

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI   It was the first summer festival that you wouldn't be attending  with your family, and your five-year-old daughter, Isuzu, was extremely heartbroken. What she didn't know was that you've made Ushijima promise that he would still bring her to the festival and catch the fireworks show.

So there they were standing at the entrance to the festival, your husband and daughter are clad in matching yukatas that you prepared. Ushijima was wearing a midnight blue yukata that was adorned with white stripes and strapped to his waist with a white sash. Meanwhile, your little girl was donning a pink yukata with blooming flower patterns. For her finishing touch, Ushijima tied her hair up in a bun and used a beautiful kanzashi that he gifted to you to tie it up. Before they left home, he sent you a photo and bragged about his hair tying skills.

The father-and-daughter duo leisurely strolled around the venue, checking out booths and trying different food stalls. The people around them gushed over how Ushijima was wrapped around his daughter's fingers, complying to her requests and winning her stuffed toys from games. And when the announcement about the fireworks show blared through the speakers, they joined the crowd to the viewing area.

Ushijma noticed how Isuzu was jittery from the spectators that have gathered in the viewing deck. He bent down and wiped the tears that were forming on her eyes, "Princess, don't cry. I'm here." Isuzu only clung tighter to her father, and it was then that he decided to offer his back to her.

"Come, wrap your arms around me and hop on. I'll lift you closer to the skies." The young girl stopped her crying and smiled a little, moving to his back and encircling her arms around her father's strong shoulders. Ushijima helped her adjust and secured her on his shoulders, making Isuzu gasp as she was now safe and towering over the crowd.

Her eyes flitted above as she heard the sounds of fireworks and enjoyed the colorful sparks that were painting the evening skies. Ushijima reveled in how his daughter was looking at the clouds in awe, clapping and laughing along with each bright explosion. But what he would treasure the most was how his precious Isuzu was glowing under the fireworks light.

HOSHIUMI KORAI The Hoshiumi household was a lively and loud one. Chaos often ensued with the twins, Mako and Kohei, and the youngest girl Nanami, as they were currently at that age where they always seemed to be full of energy and liked to run around the house. And Korai was the type of dad who would join in on the fun and play with his beloved children.

Moments of peace and quiet would be found at night when the kids are tucked in bed and getting ready to drift off to dreamland. However, they wouldn't be able to have a proper good night sleep without their father reading them a bedtime story.

It was another night when you returned home late and opened the door to dark, silent house. A sliver of light can be seen coming from the kids' door upstairs and you assume that it was bedtime for them. You tiptoed carefully and was nearing their room when you heard the gentle voice of Hoshiumi reading a passage from The Little Red Riding Hood. You leaned on the door and watched your boys and little girl enjoying a classic tale.

When Hoshiumi finished reading, he turned to the kids and saw the twins passed out and snoring. But his princess seemed to be wide awake, and terrified at the thought of the wolf eating Little Red Riding Hood. "Papa, will a wolf come and eat you and Mama?" She asked with her trembling voice.

You and Hoshiumi chuckled at her question, but your husband put the book down and scooted closer to Nanami. He hugged her, patting her head so slowly as he assured, "If you become a good girl and listen to Mama and Papa's warnings, then no wolf will come to eat us." He kissed the top of her head, "Now, go sleep. I'll be here, I'll never leave your side."

The little girl seemed to relax in his hold and Hoshiumi turned towards you at the door. He sent you a sweet smile, "I'm sorry, love. You'll have to sleep alone in bed tonight." You shaked your head but sent him a flying kiss as you closed the door to the kids' room, smiling at the thought that Hoshiumi always seemed to be the perfect father to your kids.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #haikyuucreations #kageyama x reader #ushijima x reader #hoshiumi x reader #kageyama fluff #ushijima fluff #hoshiumi fluff #hq x reader #hq x you #haikyuu!!

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

👴 PAPA 👴

Prompt: I’ve found this prompt online: “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m NAME, Y/N’s boyfriend” and decided to used it to come up with this little story

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: + 18, Jealousy, mentions of smut and violence, cursing and a very chaotic Papa

Tag: @ziasaph , @jibbles26 , @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @lustyromantic , @nicolewoo

Notes: I miss my man people! So I needed to write something with him in it 😍 and this is what I came up with. It is completely written on Roman’s POV. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories on my Masterlist and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

I engage a very serious conversation about beer with Paul, my brother in law, when I see someone approaching Y/N. He engulfed her in a hug that was too tight for my liking, hands roaming her hips, smirking while whispering something in her ear making her laugh.

“Ugh, that asshole” Paul bitterly said

“Who’s that?”

“Nathan, Y/N’s fling from back in the days” He sips his beer

“Fling?”

“Yeah, they were never an official thing, let’s thank grandpa for that! But she did sneaked out to meet him sometimes”

Y/N was very close to her grandpa, her dad could may not like a potential boyfriend and she didn’t give a damn. But grandpa Emir had to approve him, if not, you’re out son!

Thank God he had a soft spot for me.

“So they weren’t anything serious?” I ask

“Nope! But I must say, the guy is pretty insistent. I honestly don’t know how she has never succumbed to his not so subtle advances”

As I watched them, I understood why Papa Emir never liked the guy, he’s a fucking jerk! So pretentious, acting like he owns the place and owns Y/N. Not letting anyone get close or talk to her, he doesn’t even thank the waiter for his drink! He just behaves like everyone else in this backyard is below him.

“The wolf has tracked down the little pig, I see” Grandpa Emir says in his thick accent as he grabbed a plate with some appetizers from the table “Hello son” He pat my shoulder and I lean down to give him a hug and two kisses on the cheek

“Hey Papa, how are you?” I smiled

“I was good, until I saw that prick” His accent getting thicker with rage

“Papa, be careful with your heart” Paul said

“Ah shut up boy! Are you gonna teach me how to live now? Worry about your own damn heart! The audacity that this boy has, trying to mind my business. I’m 89 years old kid not 15 and you’re not my father so don’t tell me what to do” He opens a beer bottle, show it to Paul and give it a big gulp as Paul and I just chuckled

“What is he doing here anyways” Paul asked Papa

“He came here in the name of his family’s company” He huffed “Of course he has! We all believe that the bastard has no second intentions AT ALL, it’s all for business sake” Grandpa showed his middle finger towards Nathan’s direction

“If you’ll excuse me” I said to Papa and Paul

“Go on son” Papa hushed me with his hand

I approach Y/N and Nathan, hearing him asking her if she was seeing someone.

I walked up to her, grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to me and pecked her lips a little too long.

“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Roman, Y/N’s boyfriend” I offered my hand

“Nathan” He took my hand for a handshake and I may or may not have squeezed his hand a little too harshly.

“Boyfriend?” Nathan asks Y/N

“Yeah, boyfriend. Soon to be fiancé, then husband, followed by baby daddy” I smiled at him answering the question myself

“I see...I thought you were single” He says to her

“Meh, try again” I answer again

“Sorry, Roman right? No offense but I’m in the middle of something here with Y/N and-“

“Not taken” I interrupt him “But you see Nate” I spitefully said “You’re in the middle of ‘something’ with MY girlfriend for quite a while now and you see...I’m starting to wonder, what is so important that you can’t seem to get it solved?”

“Look man, we’re just talking-“

“Oh, I’m a man too Nate, so believe me when I say this: I KNOW the type of talking that you wanna do and I also know that it’s not gonna happen! So why don’t you roam around, have some laughs and stop trying to get inside MY woman’s pants. How about that?” I gave him a cold smile

“I’m not trying to-“

“You listen to me and listen very closely ‘Nate’, I would like to prevent us from causing a scene by my wrist connecting to your jaw, but trust me, I’ll have no problem to do so if you keep up with this little punk ass charm you’re trying to throw at MY woman. She’s taken! And if you have a problem understanding that I have no objections to make it clearer for you” I close the distance between us

“Roman, please” Y/N whispered “You’re gonna give Papa a heart attack!”

“Nathan, I think you should go now” She said

“Yeah” He mumbled and left to the front door

“What was that?” She said

“What?” I look at her expecting a furious look but found a turned on one

“Someone needs to show him his place Y/N”

“I would be lying if I said that you didn’t looked hot as fuck with this new ‘don’t piss in my yard’ attitude” She licked her lips

I smirked “Oh, I see you like it then?” I pull her closer to me

“Like it? That’s an understatement, I fucking love it” She giggles softly and kisses me

“You’ll gonna love it even more when we get home” I whispered in her ear

“Son, what the hell did you just do?” Papa Emir angrily said as he approached us followed by Paul

“Papa” Y/N warned

“What’s wrong Papa?” I ask

“Did you just let that prick leave?”

I shrugged

“Now that I had found the laxative to put it on his drink? Damn it son! I thought you were supposed to be on my team”

I laugh “Papa, if you had told me your plan I would had definitely distracted him for you”

“Did you at least punched him?” Papa eagerly asks

“Papa! You shouldn’t incite violence” Y/N reprehend him

“Violence my ass! If I punch you freely is violence, that jerk? He deserves it! Hell, I would punch him myself if my jab was as strong as it used to be”

Papa was a boxe champion, he gained a lot of medals (and trouble) in his younger boy years. The first thing he did when he met me was to threaten me with his jab if I ever hurt Y/N.

“I know you would Papa” I laugh

Two hours and three cans of beer later. Y/N leans on my shoulder and asks

“Are you ready to go home, big dog?”

“Yeah, Papa is already out” I laughed as I looked at him sitting in one of the chairs near the pool, snoring.

“He’s absurd!” She giggles “Thank you, for understanding him” She kissed my cheek

“Y/N, you don’t have to thank me baby girl. Your family is my family and Papa is quite a character. There’s no way I could not love him” I chuckled

“That’s why I love you, so much” She says leaning in for a kiss

“Eww, get a room you two” Paul states as he passed through us

“Shut up!” Y/N yelled “Although it’s not a bad idea, you know” She whispered

“No it isn’t” I get up from the chair and offer my hand to her “C’mon baby, let’s go home so I can fuck your brains out and show you who you belong to” I smirked

She chuckled lightly, eagerly intertwining our fingers as we make our way to the car

Please leave me some feedback? If you’re comfortable with it ❤️🥰😘

#roman reigns one shot #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns smut #roman reigns imagine #wwe x reader #wwe smut #wwe imagine #wwe one shot #wwe fanfiction #masochist writes

[joneryskingdom]

He is stil sleeping when she awakens, sunlight shining through the white curtains of their canopy. Buried in the pillows, his curls a dark mess emerging from that immaculate sea of linen. He’s snoring, her sweet Jon, making sounds similar to the ones of a wolf in his den.

Dany stirs, washing away all the sleepiness. Near her, Ghost welcome the new day and his mistress, waving happily his long white tail.

«Good morning Ghost.» she says, petting him, caressing him between his fluffy albino ears. «Have you sleep well? Should we verified how is Jon today? Mmh?»

He’s still burning, from what she can tell by a kiss on his forehead. Pale, dark half moons of sleeplessness and exhaustion marking his eyes, drooling on the pillow. Luckily, the fever is not dangerously high, but she has to be careful. He particularly has to be careful with his body, not stressing himself too much.

Resting all the morning will heal him a bit, Dany thinks, kissing his warm forehead another time. He definitely needs it.

She will call Sam later for a visit, her husband’s health is important.

And the one of our little new entry too, she reminds herself, laying an hand on the cloister of flesh in which her, their, new baby dragon is growing.

A boy or a girl? Prince or princess? Only time will tell...

Around the breakfast table, the baby dragon’s siblings are chatting, an increasingly storm of discussions, clawing Daenerys’ ears. Any nausea hasn’t touching her yet, instead she’s hungry.

For her children kisses, for Jon’s healing, for this new babe. She cannot wait to hold him or her in her arms. And Jon! Jon’s reaction! She’s not sure he had listened last night, he was asleep after all. Well, today, if the Gods are kind, she would tell him. “You have to commission another cradle” or “I have a gift for you, close your eyes and touch me”.

An effect phrase, she wants him to be surprised.

Babe number eight, she counts, looking Aelionor eating her bacon in her exquisite regal manners - her septa is all praises for her - and the twins arguing over the last lemon cake remained on the silver tray a servant is holding. Daeron and Alysanne are identical, except for their sex.

Delivered on Dragonstone, just like her taciturn Daenys. She suspects there is a tribute in her name, Jon’s work behind it, not only an homage to the Dreamer and Dragonstone itself, the castle of their love, before and after their reunion beyond the Wall. Daenys and Daenerys, so phonetically similar after all.

The toddler is splashing her mush, seated in her high chair. Quiet, as always, Daenys, at two, doesn’t speak much, sometimes she doesn’t speak at all, tossing some High Valyrian words here and there. Instead, the septas who manage the nursery said she stare intensely at the flames roaring in the braziers and at the candles, that she listens fervently at the nighttime prayers of her brothers and sisters.

They were worried, her and Jon, after her first birthday and the last year has been a carousel of maesters and experts visiting their lovely girl, trying to obtain something more than the rare “Pa-pa” and “Mamma” or “Kepa” and “Muña”. She isn’t mute, they all have reassured the monarchs, telling them what their already know.

«Mama.» Rhaella draws her from her thoughts.

«Yes my dear?»

«It is true that beyond the Wall there mammoths? Dada says they are legends, he claims of having read it in a book.»

Daeron, bookworm since babyhood.

«Because it’s true!» Daeron replied in a lunatic rage. «It was in the library.»

«Mama’s and Papa’s library.» Jaehaerys, basically a clone of Jon, a skinny rascal, black curls and grey eyes and all. «I saw you...»

«He wasn’t stealing from it Mama I swear!» Daeron says. «I’m saying the truth. Of course, you have so many books...»

Aemon laughs. «You will marry a book at this point, mister know-it-all!»

«I didn’t saw any mammoth when I was with Papa beyond the wall my sweethearts.» Dany says. «But I have to tell you something.»

Silence. All pairs of eyes are on her.

«It’s a segret remember! Only I can I tell Papa about this.» She takes a deep breath. «Soon you will have a new baby brother or sister!»

Sam had examined her, but by this time she knows all the symptoms.

«You are preg-prenan-» Jae stumbles on the right word. «What was that?»

«Pregnant.» Daeron corrects him. «It means Mama has a baby inside her belly, but now the baby is small, like a peanut, right Mama?»

«Yes my dear sweetie, like a seed.»

Daenys suddenly exclaims: «Mammú!»

«A mammoth?» Rhaella jumps from her chair. «Have you seen a mammoth little sis?»

«Mammú» One finger is in her mouth, the other indicates at the entrance.

«Daenys saw a mammoth Mama!» Aemon joins his sister and partner in crime.

She already knows what mammoth and with a funny grin she says: «Well, I think you should chase him then.»

«Haunting party!» Rhaella announced.

And suddenly all the children are on Jon, laughing and climbing on him, on his marvelous and furry night robe, shouting, all excited. Pearls of laughter flourish from their mouth, all are playing with their papa, pretending he’s a giant mammoth.

And, judging by the noises he makes, he is playing along.

«You have caught me!» He surrenders, kneeling, faking his end. «Aaargh! All these children have caught me! Help!»

«Pups.» Dany calls them. «Out for a minute please, me and Papa have to talk alone.»

The door close, Jon comes to her.

«I’m hungry, what there is here, with which I could break my fast?»

«You should be in bed.» Dany hide her disappointment. «Resting.»

«I’m not tired, I told you.» He sits beside her. «And I have work to do.»

«Not today or tomorrow. Resting is all you will have to do. Sam will come soon, to visit you.»

«I’m not sick Dany.» he grumbles.

«You have a fever.»

«And with it? Being a little feverish means I am overworked?»

«Yes, my northerner fool.» They exchange a tender kiss. «Your health is well regarded by me. But, anyway...» she looks at time. «I have something to share with you.»

He is suddenly serious. «It is something-»

«Nothing bad my Dragonwolf, just that... do we have any baby clothes left?»

He doesn’t say anything and she is scares for his reaction. Didn’t he like the news?

«D-Do you m-mean you are...»

«Aye.» she teases him, using his pronunciation. «I am with child.»

Jon embraces her, it’s a possessive, protective and secluded embrace. Her nest, her house with the red door.

«It’s beautiful Dany, really beautiful... I-I’m... gods... another babe on they way... we’re fast at making them.» he jokes, caressing her belly. «Aren’t we?»

«I want many more Jon, many, many more.»

«A Red Keep full of squealing babes.»

«Yes.» she sniffles. «Isn’t a beautiful dream?»

«It will became real Dany.» His other hand is on her cheek. «I promise.»

He then talk to her belly, yes, he talks.

«Hey buddy, you don’t know me yet but I’m your Papa and I love you so much, both me and you Mama. So treat her well, understood?»

#daenerys targaryen #jon snow #jonerys #my king and queen #asoiaf #jonerys babies #jonerys fanfic #targlings #fanfic #game of thrones #asoiaf fanfiction

[britishsass]

Can you write Augustus seeing Maligula in middle of destruction

Seeing her with purple skin, protruding vessels, bright yellow eyes and a sinister smile, as well as a low voice devoid of any familiar roughness

he knows it was his aunt, but she doesn't look like his aunt, doesn't act like his aunt, doesn't sound like his aunt...

Well, I'm gonna, but here's a little thing for you-- I wrote something a lot like this before. It's right here. It's a mix between that scene and the second time it happened, a horrible time.

Also, we've talked about this one-- It's one of those scenes I think of way, WAY too much, haha.

I posted it on AO3 too! I'll share that link tomorrow morning to go with it as well.

He had begged again and again to go with them. Over and over, they had told him no, promising that they'd take him with them next time, always next time.

The next time never came. Each time had another excuse for the young boy, always putting it off. He knew the truth-- They didn't want him to be seen with the protests, not when it could jeopardize his education and his future in Grulovia. It was already terse just to be in the same circus troupe as his parents when their allegiances were clearly not with the royal family.

This time, as he waited at home, he could hear the pouring rain pummeling the windows, seeping in through the cracks of the caravan walls, leaking into every seam of wood and fabric. The water was welcoming, and yet he knew what it meant. They had told him dozens of times how the protests were rained out.

"Be careful with the water, Gussy-- If it is used against you, you won't have the strength to fight."

He still hurried outside, gathering the droplets in the air to form his favorite friends, the animals of the circus and the storybooks. A lion, a wolf, a ferret, an elephant. Out of the usual forms the water could take, he stuck with the wolves this time. They always felt more like family than the rest, and they would defend him from the storms. He danced with the water, spinning in circles as the forms created themselves, wolves barking at his heels in no time. He laughed, whooping with glee, but the rain only grew stronger. A crack rang out, and then screaming.

He could see the water rushing towards him and his wolves. He knew what his family had told him to do when the world was screaming.

He ran to the caravan, the wolves protecting his little home, and he held the door shut as tight as his eyelids, counting the seconds as the rushing water flooded past. He could hear the torrents passing by, rocking the caravan, but he was safe inside, safe where the world was still dry enough to let him survive another day. As soon as the sound was gone, he stepped away, and the door drifted open.

The caravan was no longer where it was before, but it still stood, the wheels upright and dripping. The waves had carried it away, and now, he stumbled out, searching for a sign of where the home had been set down.

The statue before the door told him the answer-- Maligula's statue, commemorating her efforts in the war. It was in the center of the city, not by the circus encampment. Water still sat in the streets, draining through inadequate systems, and his leather boots didn't offer him much comfort from the freezing layer that soaked his body to his waist.

The signs still sat in the streets, ink and paint running down the wood and cardboard. The water flowed past, giving him barely enough grip on the ground to find a foothold, yet he stumbled through, sloshing through waterlogged streets to find where the protest had been just an hour ago.

There, he found the thing he feared he would. People, face-down, lying in the water. They weren't breathing. Still, he checked them for pulses, for any sign of life. Nothing.

Again and again he checked their faces, breathing for an instant when they weren't his mama or papa. At last, he found the last one, and he slogged to its side.

"I found you! You can't hide for long, Gristol! I'm the best at hide and seek!"

He wished he wasn't so good at finding people.

"Mama?" he managed, falling to his knees. His shoulders were still above water as he shook her, those glasses falling off into the water. Her eyes were still open, glassy with shock and horror, and he hugged his mom tight, sobbing. "MAMA!"

A figure descended from above, looking at him, and he stared up at it. A familiar fur coat let four thin braids escape it, and those yellow eyes stared back at him, filled with the same shock he saw in his mother's eyes.

"Aunt Lucy-- Aunt Lucy, please, Mama-- Mama's hurt, please--!"

"Aunt Lucy, look! I made this for you!"

Aunt Lucy's gaze grew cold, and she raised her hand to the sky. "...So the storms will come, boy."

"Aunt Lucy, please!" he begged, but she only glared at him sternly.

"Maligula. My name is Maligula, boy."

He yelped with fear as the water constricted around him, but he broke free after a moment, his wolves biting at the watery snakes she summoned. He tried to point them to fight her, but instead, one grabbed him by his shirt, throwing him onto its back as it fled, taking him with it. He struggled the whole way, but the words failed him, his voice cracking into shards of ice lodged in his throat. He didn't even have tears to shed.

All he had was gone in an instant, and he couldn't even begin to understand why.

#queue #portalcartoon #potralcartoon2 #lucrecia mux #augustus aquato #death tw. #drowning tw.

[heynikkiyousofine]

The Fairy Princess and The Hanyou Prince

First things firsts, this story is my first muti-chapter fic, but as always, an inukag story. I’m still really knew at writing, so bear with me, haha. Inspired by so many people in the fandom, let me know what you think! I’m still writing this story, but I’ll be updating it pretty quickly. 

@keichanz @neutronstarchild

Chapter 1

Once upon a time, in a far away land, there resided four kingdoms, whom all lived in harmony with each other. The northern kingdom, King Toga, an incredibly powerful dog demon, and Queen Izayoi, an equally incredibly beautiful human, ruled with grace and fairness, along with their hanyou prince, Prince Inuyasha. The west, King Sesshomaru, King Toga’s first born, and his queen, Kagura, a powerful wind demon, ruled at a distance, but peaceful. To the south, King Koga an arrogant wolf demon, and Queen Ayame, a sassy, but strong wolf demon, ruled with laughter, promises and joy. The final kingdom, to the east, ruled King Suikotsu, a kind, strong fairy, and Queen Kikyo, a fairy as well, ruled with grace, beauty and love for all things, for they themselves were beings of the earth. In these kingdoms lived a variety of people, demons, humans, hanyous, even mythical creatures, such as gnomes, elves, fairies, unicorns, mermaids, even ghouls and trolls. Everyone lived in harmony and tranquility for hundred of years.

One spring evening, the kingdoms united together to celebrate the birth of the new princess, Princess Kagome. A huge celebration was in order, with treats, gifts, music and dancing and everyone throughout the land traveled to the eastern lands to rejoice in the new birth. They knew with happiness in their hearts, the peace would continue throughout the lands with the birth of this new child. 

“Mama, there’s a baby.” Inuyasha pointed, looking up at his mother.

“Yes dear, that’s the new princess.” A woman with long, silky black hair told him.

“Why does she have wings?” He asked, tilting his head, his ears perking up straight, like the cute puppy he was.

Laughing softly, Queen Izayoi picked him up and spoke softly to him. “She is a fairy, baby. Fairies are wonderful, extravagant, beautiful creatures, who spread love, joy and happiness wherever they go. Fairies have wings when they are born and grown into them as they become big and strong, like a certain hanyou I know.” She spoke, nuzzling his cheek.

“Mamaaaaaa, stop.” Inuyasha laughed, pushing gently on her chest, trying to get away from the kisses. He wanted to go take closer look at the new princess. “Can I go say hi, please?”

“Let’s go together.” A baritone voice came from behind.

“Okay papa!” Izayoi let her son down to his feet and gracefully turned to her handsome husband, smiling softly, and took his outstretched arm. Together, the three of them approached the dais, where the new parents sat.

“King Toga, Queen Izayoi, we are overjoyed you could make it. My my, Prince Inuyasha, you have grown since we’ve last seen you.” King Suikotsu exclaimed, laughing loudly, standing to welcome the northern royalty.

“I’m two now!” Inuyasha said excitedly, holding up two small clawed fingers, jumping from foot to foot, in anticipation of the new princess.

“Well, you are growing strong everyday kind sir, did you want to say hi to the new princess?” He gestured to his left.

Suddenly shy, he nodded and turned to face his parents, unsure of what to do. Softly pushing him forward, Toga smiled softly for his pup. Inuyasha took a deep breath, stepping up towards the queen, whose large, blue wings glittered like the ocean in the sunshine. The queen knelt down, holding a soft bundle to her chest and smiled warmly, beckoning him forward with her manicured fingers. Inuyasha took another small step forward and looked down.

What he saw made him gasp in awe. There in her arms, was a smiling little baby girl with the bluest of eyes he had ever seen, gazing at him. They seem to match her mother’s wings in color and shimmered so brightly. Taking a sniff, he smiled softly. She smelled like wildflowers in a meadow and sunshine. Her small wings, gold and silver twirling throughout, shifted to open upon seeing him. The little girl laughed, reaching her small hands out, as if she were trying to reach his ears. Blushing a little, Inuyasha reached his hand out and Kagome grabbed onto his fingers and laughed a little more, her laugh like a tinkering of bells in the wintertime. “She smells pretty.” He whispered to himself, unaware of his father’s hearing, who just smiled upon hearing this.

“Her name is Kagome.” The fairy queen in red spoke to the young prince.

“Hi, Kagome, I’m Inuyasha.” Kagome squealed at his words and smiled at him once more, before yawning, bringing her fists towards her mouth. Laughing quietly, Queen Kikyo stood again, “She’s getting sleepy. Dear, let me put her down for a little bit, while you get the celebration going. The Southern Kingdom can’t be quite loud during celebrations.”

Agreeing with a chuckle, Suikotsu kissed his wife’s forehead and steered towards the door. Suikotsu then turned and announced the feast was about to begin, while Inuyasha skipped towards his parents with a grin on his face. As Kikyo walked Kagome to other room to lay her down, Inuyasha gripped on his mother’s pale blue skirt and couldn’t help but watch her leave and smile excitedly, knowing he had a new friend. 

The kingdoms rejoiced for days for the new brith and all was well in the kingdom for a few months. Four fortnights had passed since the celebration and Kagome was beginning to grow into the beautiful child, with the most loving parents. Little did they know, an evil hanyou with a wicked plan would destroy everything. One warm summer evening, as Queen Kikyo put the child down to sleep in her bassinet, she heard some cries come from the meadow outside the castle. Rushing into the room, King Suikotsu shut the door quickly, turning towards his family with fear in his deep blue eyes.

“Naraku is here.” “No!” Kikyo gasped. She knew he would come, had heard of the man who hunted creatures, but not this soon, not with Kagome so young. “What do we do?!” She cried, tears beginning to form along her lids.

“Pack a bag, we’ve got to run, the other kingdoms know what is happening. I sent a carrier to each kingdom a day ago to let them know Naraku was coming. I’ve told everyone to help evacuate the castle, get to the villages safely, try and travel to any of our neighboring kingdoms for safety. They will welcome them with open arms.” He explained, his voice wavering, reaching for a bag near the door.

Before Kikyo could reply, there was pounding and slamming against the large wooden door, followed by loud screaming. Kikyo picked up Kagome, who still sound asleep, curled into her mother’s arms. Knowing exactly what to do, she ran to her jewelry chest, a small black opaque box, and picked up three necklaces. Each with the symbol of the fairy kingdom. She infused her power to the first one and lifted it over her head, changing her appearance, removing her wings completely. She said a soft chant, the second pendant, a blue similar to the sky, began to glow and she wrapped it around her bundled up child. Kagome’s wings disappeared instantly, her aura changing to that of a human. Infusing the last, Kikyo turned towards her husband, just as the door burst open.

Naraku strolled through the doorway, sword in hand, with blood coating his chestnut coat, and before Suikotsu could take a step forward to defend his family, Naraku plunged the steel blade into his chest with a sinister grin on his face. Crimson eyes watched as the  fairy king fell to the floor with shattered breaths, blood pooling around his wings and turned towards the queen with the small child in her arms blood coating the weapon. Dropping the third necklace quickly, Kikyo covered her daughter with both hands, closed her eyes and softly chanted a spell. Naraku took a step forward, raised his sword and slashed, catching Kikyo’s shoulder, slicing a wing in the process, just as she disappeared into twinkling dust. Enraged, Naraku, knelt down and grabbed  at Suikotsu’s chin, snarling, “Where did she take her?”

“You’ll never find her.” “You’ll die before seeing either of them again and your kingdom will be mine.” “Go to hell.” Suikotsu sputtered, blood begin to spill from his mouth. Chuckling softly, Naraku used his sword to slice the king’s neck. The sword began to glow brightly, absorbing the fairy king’s power. Standing and calling to his men, he instructed them to dispose of the body. However, before his henchman took a step, the king’s body disappeared into gold dust, leaving only the large pool of deep red blood on the floor. Snarling softly, Naraku sheathed his sword turning to head out of the room. Catching his attention, he noticed the remaining necklace, glowing softly with Kikyo’s concealment charm, Naraku smiled and picked up, clutching it in his hands, knowing he would one day find the princess and make her his.

Kikyo stumbled through the trees, gasping for breath, blood covering her right arm. She tried to stop and use the leaves from the trees to stop her bleeding, to heal her, but she was fading fast. Taking another step forward, she looked up to the full moon and prayed for help, for her and her child. Breathing deeply, she pushed through the underbrush, trying to go north to King Toga’s kingdom, knowing he could protect her child. Tears streaming down her face, whether from the pain or the situation or her daughter’s future, she wasn’t quite sure, Kikyo sobbed, holing the still sleeping Kagome to her breast. Stop to catch her breath, Kikyo looked down to Kagome, looking like a normal human, no sparkle to her skin in the moonlight and kissed her on the forehead. “My little girl, one day you will be strongest and most beautiful fairy. You will be the answer. I love you.” Sighing and squaring her shoulders, Kikyo used the last of her energy to walk into a small meadow, near a stream, where she spotted a cottage along the water. Pushing herself even more, she stepped towards the doorway, when the reed mat swung open to reveal a woman around her age, wearing an eye patch, with a startled look across her features.

“Child, are you alright?” The women asked, taking a step towards the wounded mother.

“Please, help me. Take my child.”

“Child?�� It was then, the woman in red hakama and a white kosode, looked down towards the bundle in her arms, noticing the blood dripping along the ground beside the queen. “Come inside. Let me help you.” She urgently requested.

“Please protect her. She is special, she will save our kingdom. This necklace will keep her hidden from harm. Her name is Kagome.” With that, Kikyo sank to her knees, Kaede catching her, to keep her from dropping Kagome and falling in the dirt herself. As Kaede took the sleeping child, she locked eyes with the queen, unbeknownst to her, that the queen was dying. As Kaede began to reach out towards Kikyo to help her stand, KIkyo gasped, holding her right shoulder, and fell, disappearing into twinkling dust as she passed. 

Not knowing exactly what just happened, Kaede looked down to the sleeping babe, who had began to fuss, knowing she would protect this child at all costs and sensing a great power beneath the concealment charm. Standing and turning towards her little, but warm cottage, she looked up at the full moon and prayed for all the help in the world with this child.

Not too far away, in the northern kingdom, King Toga held his wife a little closer at his side, watching the eastern kingdom fall, with the rise of an evil ruler, knowing the time of peace had ended.

20 years have passed since that eventful night, but Kaede kept her promise to Kikyo in keeping the princess safe. Naraku began to become even more powerful, catching any creature he could, and absorbing their power with his sword. He became unforgiving, creating a ruthless reputation for beheading his servants. The southern wolf kingdom locked down their borders, not allowing anyone in or out without protection. Sesshomaru merely didn’t change anything, as if he didn’t care. Toga welcomed anyone who needed help with open arms, aiding his villages in support and creating a strong army in defense. Demons, mythical creatures, and humans feared Naraku, many fleeing the eastern kingdom and seeking protection among each of the kingdoms. Families were separated, lost to each other and the King and Queen of the eastern kingdom lost to its people. Many mythical creatures almost became extinct, many of the remaining hiding from the evil.

However, in a small cottage, at the border of the northern and eastern kingdoms, Kagome grew into a lovely young woman, with her powers growing exponentially everyday. She loved gardening, growing different kinds of flowers, herbs and vegetables. She loved the feeling of the soil in her fingers, learning new remedies and recipes from her mother, Mother Kaede as well as her neighbor, a friendly half-demon, Jineji helped her with her garden and always accompanied her on her walks to the neighboring villages. Her hair, a long, almost black, ran to her waist, curling slightly at the bottom and her eyes the bluest of blues, like the ocean. Her small waist almost always had a basket of flowers perched against it, and her smile never seem to left her face. The nearby villages praised her kindness and beauty, while fearing her temper on some occasions.

A bright spring morning, Kaede and Kagome were beginning their day with breakfast. “Child, I think today would be a good day to gather some flowers, while taking these herbs and remedies to the fox family down the road. Shippo’s mother just gave birth and needs a few things.”

“Okay Mother Kaede! I would love to see Shippo too, he loves my snack cakes that I make, almost as much as you do. There are a few left, may I take them with me?” Kagome asked brightly, giggling softly.

“Of course my dear. Please be careful, if you should need help, call for Jineji if you are near his home. DO you have your dagger?”

“Always! I can’t wait to see all the flowers in the fields, I wonder if the tulips have sprung yet….” Kagome began to talk to herself, as she packed her knapsack. 

Laughing quietly, knowing just how much Kagome loved the wildflower field on a warm day, Kaede helped her with her cream cloak, buttoning it along her right shoulder. “Do you have your pendant? As well my child?”

“Yes Mother!” Kagome huffed, grabbing her basket with the herbs and began to step through the door. Breathing deeply, she smiled, knowing today would be a wonderful day.

Following the green path, she spent a good hour walking towards the fox hut Letting go of the pendant she was fingering around her neck, she stopped to hear voices inside, along with a laughing squeal. Jumping out front doorway, Shippo waved at Kagome and hurried towards her, with the biggest shit eating grin on his face “Kagome! Kagome! Can we go play in the wild flower fields today?”

Smiling even brighter than she was, eyes glimmering in the sunshine, Kagome laughed along.”Of course! I brought these for your mother from Mother Kaede. It’s for your brother and sisters too.” Sniffling at the package, Shippo jumped onto her shoulder as they headed inside the hut. “Now, what did you do? I know that smile.” Kagome asked, ticking Shippo’s rounding belly.

Not too far away, Prince Inuyasha, followed by his closest friends, began their hunt. It was near the end of the deer season and he wanted to catch one more for the dinner table tonight. He wanted to show his father how good he was at catching game and as they travel toward the thick forest, Inuyasha began to daydream as he rode his horse. Something about gold and silver wings and the smell of wildflowers. Hearing a slap against skin, he sighed, shaking his thoughts from his head, and turned, looking at his friends. “Serves you right Monk, you should know by now Sango will hit you every time.” He snickered at the couple.

“It’s the hand! I swear this thing is cursed.” Miroku responded, his left cheek sporting a bright pink hand print, raising his own hands in the air.

“No, you’re just a pervert!” The brunette beside him cried loudly, pulling the reins, slowing them to stop.

“Okay you two, hush, while we hunt for game. I smelt a steed not too far from here. Sango, close are we to the border?” Inuyasha turned toward the demon slayer, his companion being in charge of the maps.

“Not too far. There is a village a little ways that way, the one where the hanyou horse resides, who helps with herbs in this area. After that, you’ve reached the border.” Sango pointed, stating.

Nodding his head, Inuyasha began the dismount from his horse, grabbing his crossbow and arrows, his sword bouncing along his leather clad thigh. Stopping suddenly, his ear twitched and turned toward the wildflower meadow he knew was near here. He could hear soft giggling and a small child talking. Miroku and Sango climbed down from their horse, squabbling at each other again. Taking a step towards the sounds, he left his friends behind at the horses and followed the sounds. When he approached the edge of the meadow, he stopped in his tracks.

#inukag #inuyahsa #kagome #eventual smut #au #fairytale #aufairytale #mirsan #kogayame #sesskagu #inuyasha x kagome #inuyasha #firststory #inukag fluff #fluff #love #romance #kaede #new wip #my wip #inuyasha fanfiction

[sarya-lavellan]

Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: Solavellan

Rating: E

Chapter Word Count: 3807

Status: WIP (Chapter 13)

Read on AO3

It was late when she arrived two days after the memorial back in Wycome. The air had grown chillier though still quite comfortable for the time of year. The leaves had just started taking on the hues of red and orange, unlike in Ferelden where they had all just tumbled to the ground, buried instantly in a foot of snow. She picked her way around the docks, replaying memories of Thom until she reached her brother's house. She paused then rapped lightly, waiting to see her son again. The door flung open and Han greeted her with a welcoming grin.

“Back already?” He waved her inside.

“Yeah. I didn’t want to leave you with Ameridan for too long.”

Han sat down in his rocking chair, using his magic to crochet a baby blanket while he whittled away at a tiny bow. His house was cozy and tastefully messy. Filled with all sorts of plants and handmade items tossed about but clean.

“What is all this? Working on some gifts for El?”

“You really are daft sometimes you know that?” Han smirked. “Ameridan is sleeping soundly by the way. He is quite the eater.”

“You know you don’t need to make anything for me. I could just buy it.”

“Or you can accept fine craftsmanship from family as a gift. I want da’fen to always have a piece of his family with him.”

“Already given him nicknames?” She undid her foot wraps and went to him, resting her elbow on the top of the chair.

“What else would you expect from me? He’s the son of the fiercest wolf I know. And I’m not speaking of The Dread Dog.”

She smirked. “I’m not sure about that. Wolves are clever and marvelous beasts.”

She felt like none of those things.

“Need I remind you of your accomplishments?”

“What? How I stumbled, quite literally, into a leadership role. Then was guided by one amazing Josephine Montilyet who should have really been credited for all the Inquisition's best moves and allies?”

“Well I was going to say how you made The Dread Wolf take his place behind you. You achieved that through words. I’d say that’s pretty clever.”

Clever. She laughed inwardly. It wasn’t clever. It was stupid and desperate and a maybe even a little possessive if she wanted to be honest. She took a deep breath and let the thoughts go, they would lead her somewhere she didn’t want to go.

Her brother was too kind. She would allow his compliments to sit with her without disagreement.

“Thank you,” she said.

She wanted to cry. Whether it was the fact that her family had integrated Ameridan into their fold or the fact that her beloved friend had passed or maybe even because one moment she and Solas were attempting to be friends and the next he had rejected her son and recently said that he missed her. She didn’t know. Probably a combination of all of the above. But she threw her arms around Han’s neck and let herself feel. He set the mini bow down in his lap and hugged her back, real tight.

“You didn’t think you were going to do this alone did you?”

She let out a laugh and wiped her eyes. “I was prepared to.”

Han tisked. “Not on the watch of Clan Lavellan. You should know better by now.”

She hugged him tighter.

“I can’t thank you enough.” She snuggled and pulled away.

“Did you see Solas?” Han asked.

She swallowed. Sat down in the chair across from him. She was hoping nobody would ask. Especially Han. “I did. I feel—I don’t know–“ She thought about lying. Wanted to lock all her truths away and lock them up tight. Instead she said, “I feel ashamed.”

“Ashamed?”

“Yes. Not for reasons you would think. I’m not ashamed of choosing Ameridan. But ashamed I had forced Solas’ hand. I am ashamed for not talking to him sooner. For not asking him what he needed or wanted. Before everything that has happened. I am also ashamed that I miss him dearly.”

It was a great weight off her just to say that. Enough to admit it aloud.

He hummed, nodding. He stroked his chin in thought then said, “Why would you be ashamed to miss someone you love?”

“Because I want him back. I want him here.”

“Is that so bad?”

Sarya rocked back and forth watching the blanket come together and then said, “do you remember when we were little and we spent all evening catching fireflies in a jar?”

Han chuckled. “And we brought them inside so we could see them light up our dark room. But you felt bad for them being in a jar so you set them free. I remember Ellana lecturing you until she was blue in the face.”

“Yeah. I remember being so scared mamae would be mad. Especially when some of them had died. But she wasn’t. She explained why nature, no matter how much we love and admire it, is better left alone and admired from afar. Why we should only take what we need and allow it to flourish without our intervention. Better to let what is already free remain that way.”

“Mamae is wise like that,” Han said.

“For some reason that keeps sticking with me.”

“Because you think wanting Solas means you’re keeping him from being free.”

Sarya crossed her arms over her chest. “That’s not–well–I–how did you…”

He threw her a withering look. “You do love to obsess over everything. I happen to know which subject is your current and most frequent.”

She sighed. “I’m tired of it too.”

“I’m not tired of hearing about it or him for that matter. You love him but you’re not sure how it’s supposed to look. I’m more tired for you. Must be exhausting to live in your head.”

“I just feel like it’s better to set him completely free. There’s just too much of our muddied past that gets in the way.”

“When I carve my weapons, in each of them you could find error. Do you think that they are unusable then?”

“Well yeah if the error is something major.”

“Very well. And if that weapon is needed to help the clan would I give them the faulty weapon or would I start anew?”

“Start over of course. But you can’t do that with people!” Sarya cried. “What you carve from your wood has no memory of your mistake.”

Han continued, “But the people receiving the weapon do. Do you think I have never made a weapon that hasn’t been faulty in the hands of a hunter? Papae’s scar on his left forearm is from his staff blade that wasn’t secured properly and fell off while he was casting. It was my fault. He even has the scar to remember that it was me. He could’ve removed me from studying under Master Tawen and I’d never be where I am today unless I had learned from that heart wrenching mistake.”

“And if you’d kept making the mistake, leaving Papae with multiple scars?”

“I would forge a new path for myself, one in which I’m not hurting him. I wouldn’t remove myself from his life.”

“But what if he asked you to leave?”

Han leaned forward in his chair. “Has Solas asked you to stay away from him?”

“Well, no. But maybe he’s afraid to say that.”

This made Han laugh. Sarya was offended that he found it funny. “Not afraid. Just incapable. That stupid man loves you and probably always will.”

“Incapable,” Sarya said. “That’s it. So maybe I should stay away for his own good.”

“Yes, we all saw how good it was for you to stay away,” he said, rolling his eyes. “How was the rotunda by the way?”

Sarya remembered the empty walls. The empty room. The empty air. The emptiness.

She didn’t answer Han.

The magic surrounding the blanket that he was knitting dispersed as it finished and it fell neatly into the basket below. “Look, Sarya, I won’t tell you that you’re soulmates destined to be. Personally I don’t believe in soulmates and people change and even grow apart. You may be bondmates but you’re not bound for eternity. If your heart is truly telling you to let him go then so be it. Your family will be here to support you either way. You want to pursue him? I’ll be happy to support you. You want to let go and grieve? I’ll be here. I will always be here for you. But I will not tell you how to live your life. You must make that decision for yourself.”

Sarya sucked in a breath between her teeth. She never believed in soulmates before and she wasn’t sure if she believed in the concept now. She wanted to. The idea was romantic and sounded somewhat magical. Two people facing the world together, beating everything that tried to break them. Stronger together and all that. That’s what it was supposed to be when two people didn’t keep misfiring at each other.

She had missed Solas while she was at Skyhold and she missed him even now. Every time she looked at her son, she often thought of Solas and how he would parent. How he would look at her, a smile on his face, happy with the name she chose. How he would soothe her anxious mind and rub her tired feet. She thought of how he would constantly feed and carry Ameridan everywhere with him and at the end of the day she’d rub the tension away from his shoulders. She thought of how happy it would make her to hear him call Ameridan theirs. She thought of all the ways they were better together and yet, she knew that her thoughts often didn’t align with her reality. What they could be and what they were seemed entirely too different.

“Do you think he’ll come back?” she asked.

Han bit his lower lip in thought. “Unfortunately, I can’t even pretend to know the answer to that dear sister.”

Sarya sighed.

“Do you want him back?”

“I always do. But it’s unfair. I don’t know how to be with him. Accept him I mean. At least not who he is now. I’m so caught up in our history that I have a hard time seeing our present, let alone what our future could be.”

“Why?” Han asked.

“Why what?”

“Why do you feel you must protect yourself by holding onto the past. What is your worst fear, Sarya?”

Sarya went quiet. “I don’t know,” she finally said. “I’ll think on it. I’m exhausted Han. I’m going to head to bed.” She stopped at the doorway to the room and turned back. “And thank you for this.” She gestured around the room. “For everything.”

He gave her a nod. Picked up the mini bow again. “Goodnight dear sister. Dream well.”

She wandered back to the bedroom where Ameridan’s crib sat in the corner. She peeked over the railing and stroked his little chubby cheek before heading to bed.

Sleep overcame her. And she dreamt of great pain. Multitudes of voices echoing around her. Mouths opened to scream with no words but she felt them–their pain–pooling from a well inside of her and rippling through her. They reached out to her, clawed at her clothes, scratched at her arms. Their faces were melting away and she couldn’t make out who they were. Just knew they were elves by the point of their ears. Desperation was in their eyes.

“What do you need?” she asked. She was turning in circles, searching their faces. But they spoke those ancient words she’d never taken the time to learn. Their hands were on her, pulling her down under water. Plunging her into darkness. Washing her away with sorrows upon sorrows. Solas’ face was there amongst the others and tried to reach out to him. But there was too much chaos.

The scent of death burned in her nostrils and still stung her eyes when she woke in a cold sweat.

“Solas!” she cried. But he wasn’t there and she wrapped her arms around her knees and bowed her head.

Ameridan woke with her, working himself into a great fuss and she threw off the covers and went to him, soothing him with a song as she held him and rocked him.

“It’s okay, sweet one. You’re safe. I’m here. Mamae is here.” As she spoke the words, it brought relief to her own mind too. She stayed up with him for a few hours. Fed him, rocked him, sang to him and eventually fell asleep with him next to her in the bed.

—

Next morning, Sarya was at the beach, toes curled in the cool sand, basking in the rays of sun while enjoying the slight breeze that had come in. Baby Ameridan was fast asleep in her arms and for the first time in such a long while she felt content.

“Too bad you’re sleeping,” she said to Ameridan. “You’re missing out on a beautiful view.” She kissed his forehead.

“I’m not sure he’d even be able to enjoy it if he was awake. He is a baby after all.” Han sat down beside her in the sand. “What are you doing out here?”

“Sometimes you just need to sit in the sun,” she said. “I always remember that the world is bigger than me when I’m here.” She sighed as she stared out across the waves of the sea. A plethora of blues and greens stretched out before and above.

“Hmm yes,” Han said. The waves gurgled against the shore. “I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”

Sarya blinked, coming to from her reveries and admiration. “Whatever you need.”

“I was officially elected for a council seat while you were away.”

Sarya smiled huge. “Really?” If she still had her other arm, she would’ve punched him. “That’s so great! I’m so proud of you! Though slightly pissed I wasn’t there to see it happen.”

He smirked. “Yes well, that just means you should be really proud to help me while I rebuild homes for the elves in the alienage. They deserve to have a community as nice as ours.”

“I agree with you of course. And I’d be happy to help.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear it.” He stood, dusting himself off and smiled down at her. So proud. So loving. And she couldn’t understand it.

Later she was hammering nails into boards with the baby on her back. The consistent whacking soothing her mind in some kind of way. She hummed and the autumn sun warmed the hair on her head. Forgot to eat lunch and didn’t realize time was even passing until Ameridan started fussing on her back.

“Oh.” She set the hammer down and reached for her son, pulling him out to have a look at him. Nearby, her pack sat, a bottle full of halla milk in the side pouch. Another special gift given by her family.

She began to feed Ameridan when Han showed up again, this time with Zevran in tow.

“Zevran! It’s so good to see you! I assumed you’d changed plans and weren’t coming.”

“Yes, well, I was momentarily delayed by some fellow assassins.”

Sarya raised a brow. “I hope you took care of those assassins…”

“It seems one has escaped. But no worries, I will find them soon enough.” Zevran bowed, taking her hand and kissing it in the process. It was as suave and graceful as ever. She never could quite master the finesse and charm that Zev had. “Ah, my dear Inquisitor. I am honored to be in your presence.”

Sarya tucked her hand into her pocket and flushed without meaning to. “Please, just call me Sarya.”

“As you wish. What did I miss?”

“Nothing actually. Just another day of work.”

“Then it seems I lucked out,” said Zevran.

Han laughed. “You really did.”

He and Zevran exchanged smiles and Sarya shook her head. “Han, have you shown him around the market yet?”

Han just smirked. “Nope but I’m planning to now. Care to join us?”

“No, thank you. I need to get Ameridan out of the sun and I promised El I’d help her prep for dinner this evening.”

“I’m a little bummed,” Han said.

“I'm not. I’ve never enjoyed being a third wheel,” Sarya said.

“Your loss.” Han took Zevran’s hand in his own. “See you around.”

“It was a pleasure to see you again.” Zevran threw her a wink.

“Trust me. The pleasure’s all mine,” she replied with a smile then waved them off.

She stayed out for a little while longer, sitting under the shade of the alienage tree, eating some stale sourdough crackers and berries she had packed before self awareness and overthinking kicked into gear. Then she tucked Ameridan back in the carrier, picked up her things and wandered home.

-

In the evening, Sarya helped her sister arrange a tray of fresh bread, cheeses, and fruit while Ellana cooed at Ameridan.

“He’s so precious,” she told her.

Sarya smiled, placing the finishing touches on the tray. “I think so.”

El’s voice lowered. “How are you doing?”

Sarya was surprised. Her sister didn't usually ask those sorts of questions. They’d always been best at bickering.

“Okay, I guess,” Sarya said.

El squeezed her shoulder. “It’s okay even if you aren’t. Becoming a mother is difficult—it can be a heavy transition, especially when you’re grieving a loss. Just–I’m here if you need me, okay?”

Sarya placed a hand over hers. “Thank you, El. That means more to me than you could possibly know.”

Ellana smiled softly.

[continued on ao3]

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King and Queen in the North

TITLE: King and Queen in the North PAIRING: Robb/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: Alia and her family take a trip to Winterfell to pledge their allegiance to the new King in the North. While there, Alia catches the eye of the young King.

[A/N - Sequel to “Daddy’s Little Princess.” For the purposes of this one-shot, Robb never married Talisa. I also have no idea if this situation would actually happen in canon.]

“Prince Oberyn Martell, Ellaria Sand, and Princess Alia Martell of Dorne!”

The three of them entered the room and strode up to the auburn haired man sitting at the head of the room.

Oberyn and Ellaria kneeled before him, whereas Alia continued to stand.

“You will kneel before the King in the North!” one of his men barked.

“I kneel before no man save for my father and uncle,” she snapped.

The man stepped forward to force her, but the King in the North held a hand up effectively stopping him.

Robb had heard stories of the Pale Sand Snake. The most beautiful of Oberyn’s daughters, but she was also deadly like her father under that pretty face. He found that he rather liked her bite.

Robb stood, his eyes solely on Alia rather than her father. “Welcome to Winterfell, your highness. I hope your stay here is a pleasant one.”

“It is colder here than Dorne, but I suppose it will be fine,” Alia said.

The three of them were led to their chambers and Robb looked over at his mother. She had a look on her face.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing. You seem rather taken with the princess.”

“I appreciate her strong will is all. It’s…refreshing.”

Since becoming King in the North, many houses had come to him with their daughter’s hand in marriage and Robb had rejected every one of them. He didn’t want a docile housewife that followed him around and did everything he said. He wanted one with fire. Someone he could debate with.

Someone like the princess.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Robb found Alia in the courtyard the next day. “Princess,” he said, bowing his head to her in respect.

“Your highness.”

“I was wondering if you would like to walk around the grounds. Perhaps we can venture into the village.”

Alia narrowed her eyes at him.

“We would only be gone an hour or so. On my honor.”

Alia finally nodded and allowed Robb to lead her.

“How are you liking Winterfell so far, Princess?” he asked.

“It seems for fitting for a wolf like yourself, your highness, rather than a snake.”

By the tone of her voice, he could tell she was homesick already. “Please stop me if I’m being intrusive, but was your mother from the North?”

“I fail to see how that is any of your business, your highness.”

“You simply have the coloring is all.”

Alia was aware growing up that she looked nothing like her father and sisters. In Dorne, it made her more exotic and her father had been turning down everyone who asked for her hand in marriage. He would not force her to do anything she didn’t want.

“Yes, my mother was from the North. But I do not know her ancestral house, if she had one.” As far as Alia was concerned, she’d always be a Martell no matter what.

“You know, you and I are not so different,” Alia told him.

“How so?”

“You are not really a King as am I not really a Princess. Yes, you belong to a noble house, but you were not made King by divine right. I am yet another bastard daughter of my father’s.”

“I fail to see how that matters.”

Alia turned to face Robb. “You are a good man, Robb Stark. Like my father. I think with you here, my stay in Winterfell shall be a pleasant one.”

Robb offered her a small smile.

“I should be getting back before my father…”

“Of course. Of course. Have a good day, Princess. I shall see you at dinner.” Robb took her hand and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles, before letting her go.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Robb and Alia took to walking around the grounds every day and every day he would ask her questions. One day he asked her what her favorite flower was and the next day her chambers were full of them.

It was clear to everyone that the two were developing into something.

“Lady Stark?” Oberyn asked at dinner one night.

“Yes, your highness.”

“I think it may be time to discuss an alliance between our two houses.”

“Perhaps it is.”

The two adults looked to the dance floor, where Alia and Robb were laughing and dancing.

“I have never seen my daughter so happy. And I think it is because of your son.” As much as Oberyn would hate to leave his sunshine daughter in this cold wasteland, Robb made her happy.

“Robb has been more cheerful these days. Your daughter seems to have the same effect on him.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

And so Alia and Robb were married a fortnight later.

Her wedding dress was bright yellow. The only color against a drab backdrop.

“All hail the King and Queen in the North!”

It soon came time for Oberyn and Ellaria to return to Dorne and leave Alia in Winterfell with her new husband.

“You are a wolf now,” Oberyn told her.

Alia shook her head. “I am a Snake and shall always be a Snake.”

Oberyn felt his heart bursting with pride. Out of all his daughters, Alia was the one most like him. There was kindness, but a subtle darkness lived in her heart. “Remember your words.”

“Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken.”

Oberyn nodded and kissed her forehead, before wrapping his arms around her. It broke his heart to leave her here. The last of his daughters married off. His beautiful, gentle, sweet, kind, fair daughter.

“I will come see you, papa.”

“Of course you will, princess.”

Alia stepped back with tears in her eyes and hugged Ellaria.

“You will be happy here, little one. I know it.” Ellaria kissed her cheeks and the two of them mounted their horses.

Robb wrapped an arm around her waist as she watched them ride away. She would miss her father and Ellaria, but she loved Robb with all her heart.

And Oberyn couldn’t ask for anything more for his favorite daughter.

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