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sugarcoatedstarkey · 1 year

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chase's ex getting with drew or rudy? lotssss of smut

Leftovers - Drew Starkey

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Summary- reader and Chase broke up 6 months ago but reader kept in touch with Drew.

Warnings- Sexual content, unprotected sex, foreplay, spanking, hair pulling. 18+ content

A/n- please leave feedback 💗 part 2

“I can’t believe you just stole this pen” you laughed, twirling the light green pen between your fingers. The wide eyes of the green frog staring up at you as though silently judging this behaviour.

“Hey now, you pretty much dared me” Drew joked, he slung his arm around your shoulder. The heaviness of his body weight pulling you closer into him. For a moment you both forgot about your ex-relationship with Chase, you forgot about the fact he was famous.

But that lasted only a few moments when you noticed his body tense up and he dropped his arm from your shoulders, instead he gripped your bicep with his hand and began dragging you towards the car that was waiting for you. Falling over your feet as you tried to keep up with him, you looked back only to see a group of teens staring at you.

Phones in hand and pointed directly at you. “Okay Drew, I got it, you can stop” You stated, pulling on your arm that he had hold of so tightly. You were sure you’d have a nice bruise by tomorrow.

“Drew! Stop!” You shouted this time, giving your arm one final tug.

His hand dropped to his side as he finally turned to look at you, briefly looking over your shoulder at the girls who were hot on your tail. “I said I got it” you said, stepping around his frame and making your way over to the white car. You grip the handle and pull it open, stepping inside.

You leave the door open for him; he follows behind moments later. The car is silent as the driver takes you both back to his house, well you assumed it was his house as you’ve never given your address to the man before.

A few minutes pass, your body turned towards the door of the car. Your hand caressing the area his hand had so tightly gripped onto moments before. You don’t look over when you hear him wrestle with his jacket, throwing it between you.

You don’t even look when he pulls your hand of your arm and his fingers grip the collar of your denim jacket, tugging it from your body. You let him take it off you and place it on his lap, you still don’t look when his thumb rubs circle on what you assume was the red mark of his hand. “I’m so sorry Y/N” he whispers, this time you look because his lips are pressed against your bicep.

Your throat is dry, and lump begins to form, your heart hammers in your chest cavity. “It’s okay” you whisper, your fingers have a mind of their own as they run through the spikes on his scalp.

Your eyes lock as he pulls away from your arm, your hand still pressed against the side of his head. His hand trailing from your arm up to your neck, your only inches away from one another. You can feel his breath on the corner of our mouth, the heat running to the apples of your cheeks. “I really want to kiss you” he states, you watch his Adam apple bob as he swallows the lump in his own throat.

You don’t want to bring up Chase, you don’t want to bring up that this could cause tension. You wanted him; you’ve wanted him since the moment you met him. So instead, you lean your body weight into him and let your lips touch his.

The kiss is soft and sweet, but your fingers move from his scalp down to his neck, squeezing him as though to make sure he was real. He grips your neck tighter, his tongue slipping out to demand its way into your mouth, you grant him access and before you know it, it’s a full blown make out session in the backseat of the car.

The sound of Carl coughing from the front seat has you jumping away from Drew. Your fingers coming up to press to your lips in embarrassment, Carl keeps his eyes ahead and respectfully doesn’t turn towards you both. “Sorry, we are here” he states, he doesn’t hop out of the car.

Drew hated being waited on, instead he pulled the door open himself. Clapping Carl on the back and whispering something in his ear. You gripped your purse to your chest following closely behind as you tried to rid the dirt thoughts from your mind, squeezing your legs together as you took tiny steps.

You wait patiently while Drew unlocks the door, he waves you inside first and you step over the threshold. Hanging your bag and jacket on the hook as you’ve done countless times before.

“Want something to drink?” He questions, pulling you from the million thoughts that were drowning your brain. You nod quietly, following behind his tall frame again. You lick your lips savouring the taste of him, worried you may never get to taste his tongue again.

“Don’t do that” his voice echoes throughout the kitchen, your head snaps, eyes darting from the small crack in the floor you had been zoning out onto. He’s standing in between the fridge and the door; he’s holding onto a can of Dr Pepper. The veins in his arms are protruding as he squeezes the cold can between is palm.

“Do what?” You question, biting the corner of your bottom lip in confusion. You knew what he was talking about the moment your teeth met your lip once again. The familiar metallic taste filling your senses.

“That” he points, he places the can back in the fridge and strides over to you. His thumb and pointer finger pull at the lip that’s caught between your teeth, the silence in the room starts to make your ears buzz. Your breath is heavier as you stand still, your chests so close to one another. “I need to kiss you again”.

You’re nodding your head even though you’re not entirely sure if what he said was a question or just a statement. “Can I kiss you again?” He asks, his eyes search yours for answers. “Yes” you breath out, pushing yourself up onto your tippy toes.

Your noses bump and his fingers dance up the side of your jaw, pressing his palm against it, fingers cradling the side of your face. His thumb rubs your jaw as he searches your face for something, maybe a hint of hesitation or doubt.

You can feel his breath on your parted lips, the kiss seems to take forever. But the moment your lips touch again it’s feverish, you’re both trying to get as close to one another as possible. His hips bump into yours as he ushers you backwards, your bum hitting the bench.

He grips the back of your thighs and throws you against the marble, pushing himself between your thighs. You wrap your legs around him and pull him as close as possible, his groin pressed tightly against your thin linen shorts.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so long” he moans, he’s kissing away from your lips. Trailing his own swollen ones down your neck, sucking and biting. You arch your neck to give him more space. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, your skin is buzzing and hot. Your tongue dry and aching for his taste.

“Same” is all you manage to respond with. He’s kissing down your collarbone until he meets the open skin between your neck and chest, you want him to unbutton your shirt, you want him to take your breast into his mouth. “Drew” you urge him, he’s caught between not breaking bro code and getting what he wants.

Your glad he takes latter; his fingers loop the buttons through until your bra is exposed. He grips your chin, peering down over you in lust. Your breathing is rushed, and your throat is dry, you swallow even though there is nothing. “I want to taste you” he admits, but he doesn’t kiss you like you were expecting.

“I want to sit us Infront of the mirror and watch your pretty little face as I touch you in places you never knew could bring you so much pleasure” he finished, still his lips don’t touch yours. You use the palms of your hands to push yourself off the marble bench and up against him, practically begging for him to put his tongue inside of you.

“Please” you whisper, you don’t wait for him to kiss you like before. Instead, you take control and hungrily press your lips to his, he allows you to take control for a moment. Letting your hands wander over the material of his shirt, he helps your shaky hands to unbutton the shirt.

Your eyes practically bulge out of there sockets when he lets the material fall off his shoulders and onto the floor, you don’t waste another second and press your lips to his pecks. Letting your hands touch his warm skin, feeling the way he tenses under your touch.

He grabs your wrists and pulls you away from him. “Jump” He demands, you let him carry you towards the dark grey couch. Dropping you onto the plush cushions, he follows closely behind and situates himself between your thighs again. Staring down at you once more. “Are you okay with this?” He questions, your eyes follow his hands as they come to the zip of your shorts.

“Please” Is all you say, he lets out a soft chuckle and unzips your pants. You help him get you undressed, all your left in is your unbuttoned blouse and nude bra. You thought you’d be embarrassed that you were in your most basic underwear set, but somehow, he doesn’t even make you question your decision. “Gorgeous” He groans, his lips kiss at your stomach and up to your breast.

“You smell so good” he mumbles, he pulls the cup away from your breasts and kisses them lazily. “Fucking perfect”. His tongue swirls around your buds, your legs instinctively coming together around him as your pussy begins to throb. You can feel your arousal soaking the material under you. “Y/N, your perfect” he states, you can feel his hand on your thigh, inching closer and closer until it hovers over your pussy.

“Drew, you need to put those fingers inside of me now or I will actually explode” You state, the desperation but firmness of your voice has him chuckling once again. Instead of doing as you told him, he stands and pulls his at his belt. You watch in admiration as he begins to pull his pants down, his erection standing tall and proud.

Before you can even ask to touch him, he’s leaning over you again. Cupping your pussy with his hand. You moan out in delight; he uses his middle finger to spread you. Using your arousal to lube you up as he pushes his finger inside of you, using his palm to rub slow circles on your aching clit. “Fucking hell” you breath out, he adds another finger and moves in and out you slowly.

You can feel the tips of his fingers nudging at the soft velvet wall that would tip your over the edge, you’re clenching around him already. “Hold on baby girl” He instructs, pulling his fingers out. He moved himself down until his nose brushed your mound. You just about choked on the saliva that was building up in your mouth, he pulls your legs open wide, pressing his tongue to your centre.

“Drew, oh sweet Jesus” You shout, grinding your hips down into his tongue. You can feel him smiling against you, his fingertips caress the backside of your thighs. Keeping them apart enough so you wouldn’t squeeze around him. “Drew- I’m gonna” you start.

You didn’t have enough time to warn him, your orgasm hit you harder than you expected. Your back arched off the couch and you shook hard, squeezing your eyes shut as you chomped down your bottom lip.

You’re unsure if you screamed or if it was just a lot of moaning but you couldn’t hear anything, your whole body buzzed. It was like an out of body experience, you watched on as his tongue continued to massage your pussy, pushing your orgasm over and over until you physically collapsed.

It felt like hours had passed when you finally opened your eyes, he was leaning over you. Watching closely as he took in the state of your face, proud of the work he had just completed. “You okay baby girl?” He questioned, he brushed pieces of hair out of your eyes. Kissing the top of your nose.

“I think I entered a whole other universe” you joked, your chest was beating hard and fast. You could feel his cock pressed against the inside of your thigh, reaching between the two of you.

“My turn?”

He nodded his head and moved backwards, taking a seat against the back rest of the couch. He spread his legs wide, leaving ample room for you to crouch between. Shifting your body you say between his legs, keeping your eyes on his.

“You don’t have to” he begins, but you shake your head. Leaning up to press your lips to his, you pull away and trail down his neck, chest and stomach.

Coming face to face with his rock hard cock, his tip red and aching to be touched. Your fingers wrap around his length, emitting a sigh from his lips. You can feel him twitch in your palm, you clench your legs together at the idea of him inside of you.

Keeping your eyes locked on his, you take the tip of his cock in your mouth. You watch as his head tilts backwards and his eyes roll, you move your tongue against the skin of his cock, pushing him further down your throat.

“Fuck” he curses, he uses his two hands to gather all your hair into a pony tail. He grabs the elastic on your wrist and ties your hair up for you. Your heart feels as though it’s going to come out of your ass from that small gesture.

You bring yourself back to his cock, moving your head up and down as you let your tongue glide up his shaft. His fingers grip tightly around the hair on your head, you can tell he’s forcing himself not to thrust up into you.

You bring him out of your mouth. “Do whatever you want Drew, I can take it” you command, giving him no time to react when you push him further into your throat. Your nose brushing the small patch of hair above his cock.

He groans and moans, thrusting himself in and out of your mouth. You can feel him twitching and his legs tighten under the palms of your hands. “I’m finishing inside of you”. He states, pulling you away from his cock.

He doesn’t give you time to register, he pulls you up onto his lap. Your legs wrapped around him; cock pressed against your wet pussy. “Can I fuck you?” He questions, he already knows the answer but he’s a gentleman and he will always ask.

“Please” you say, rubbing yourself against his cock. He grips your waist, helping you move against him. “You don’t need a condom”

“Thank fuck”

He positions himself at your entrance, your eyes locked on each other as he pushes himself into you. “Shit. oh, fuck Drew” you moan, you dig your nails into his shoulder. Moving yourself onto of his cock, he so deep inside of you.

“Ruin me Drew” you moan, pressing your forehead against his. “Show me what I’ve been missing, fuck me so hard”.

He meets your hips, pushing himself further into you until you can feel him nudging at your g spot. You’re clenching around him for dear life. “Fuck, who knew you’d have such a dirty mouth y/n”.

“Such a dirty little mouth for such a sweet angel”

You’re a moaning mess, His fingers leaving dark purple marks on your hips as you both grind into one another. You scream out in pleasure; a stinging sensation runs through you. Goosebumps covering your body as his hand meets your ass again.

“Fuck, oh fuck”

He can feel your walls closing in on your cock, pulsating around him. He doesn’t want you to finish yet, he wants to feel you around him for a little while longer.

So, he pulls out of you and flips you over, your back meeting the couch once more. He re enters you, pushing into you slowly but deeply. He watches as your mouth drops open and your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Fuck, you’re the most beautiful creature”.

Your cheeks redden, opening your eyes to look up at him. He leans down to kiss you, your tongue moves together as you start to slow down your pace. The steady rhythm causing your pussy to throb, your clit knocking into his stomach each time he comes down.

“I am so close Drew” You breath, you can feel it coming. Your legs are shaking around his waist and your walls are pulsating around his cock, sucking him in deeper and deeper. He too is close, this new intimacy causing all different feeling for him.

“me too baby” he whispers, his mouth gapes open as he thrusts into you.

“fuck” you both simultaneously breath, your orgasm hits you.

It’s a completely different feeling to before, your heart feels heavy and your body all tingly. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into you closer as you kiss his lips. You like this feeling, it’s warm but overwhelming, you squeeze your eyes shut as you cum around him. Breathing curse words into his mouth.

“Oh shit, yeah, pretty girl… Squeeze me like that” Drew breaths, you can feel him let go. His warm seed shooting inside you, cock twitching against your swollen walls. His body shudders above you, lips pressing firmer against yours. His eyes are squeezed shut but his hands grip your body tightly, as though to make sure you didn’t slip away.

When both your bodies come back to reality and the shakes die down, he pulls out of you slowly. Kissing your cheek when you wince slightly, the two of you lay next to each other as you regain your breath. He slips his arm under your head and nudged you to roll into his side.

You think you could get used to this, the feeling of his skin on yours.

“I want to tell Chase; I don’t want to not have you in my life. I need to have you in my life” He begins, he squeezes you tightly. Looking down at you as you move your head to look up at him, you nod your head agreeing.

“I can’t go another day without you Drew” You admit, leaving a small kiss to his chest. He pulls you against him tighter, kissing the hair on top of your head. “I am so glad you feel the same way”

Part two

“Let’s talk to him tomorrow, for now. Your mine”

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juicywritinghoard · 1 year

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object + emotion combo prompts list

Select an option from each list and send to the rebblogger of this list (with a character/ship/etc)!

OBJECTS

Sword-shaped dangly earrings

Fake red delicious apple with bite marks

Box too good to throw away just yet

Elegantly made brioche loaf

Blue Scooby Doo fruit snack

Hair dye stain

Holographic vampire sticker

Tiny pizza-shaped eraser

Probably haunted object, too big for the trash compactor to eat

Hello Kitty tarot card (the Tower)

Pile of bills, internet offers, and ads for burger

Very small crocheted frog

Teapot shaped like a strawberry

Single popcorn kernel where it doesn’t belong

Denim jacket with bleach-painted bone motif

8 ball that is always wrong no matter what

Wet cellphone, with an unsent text

Arcade carpet

Key to a storage unit

Flickering neon motel sign

Button that just says BEEF

Lava lamp that sort of works

Ceramic octopus

Costume for a lizard or perhaps small rodent

Bowling ball with a gargoyle in it

Build-a-Bear receipt

emotions

Unrequited love, probably

Stomach Ache at the worst possible moment

Anxiety that would better suit an active bank robbery than laying in bed in the sunny afternoon

Totally Chill, Nothing Can Prove Otherwise

Clawing at the furniture

WITH TEARS IN MY EYES I BEGGED YOU TO STAY

[smooth saxophone begins to play]

Mortified, perhaps to literal death

Gee Doc How Do You SUGGEST I Lower My Stress Levels

Gotta make gotta make gotta make something new

If they don’t smile at me today I’m going to eat an entire drum set

Safe with you. Despite

Can’t stop humming love songs

Do you want to hear half an hour straight of facts I know about this just kidding here we go [deep breath] THE

Hollow

Sanguine

I will start a fight and I do not care if I win that fight, even though I will win that fight. I want to draw blood

Cowabummer dude

Proud, so proud it hurts

OH BUT I GOTTA KNOW??? I GOTTA

Quick question what if we didn’t, actually

[deeply affectionate] they are so stupid

Hangry.

SMOOCH

I am looking Respectfully??

The Fear ™

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butchfairyzine · 4 months

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Butch Fairy Zine: Answering Questions p2!

Do you need to be Butch to apply? Are you including non-binary people? What about femme fairies?

The Frog answers these questions just for you. If you have any further questions you can leave them on our interest form or throw em at our inbox. Maybe some bugs too, for the frog.

Do you want to stay up to date and get email notifications when the forms open or when pre-orders start? You can fill our interest form here and we will keep you in the loop.

Artist and writer applications open on the 12th of January.

text version under the cut

Will this be focused just on lesbians, or can this include other sapphics? Also, does the focus have to be on women/femmes or can it be broader across non-binary folks?

The term “butch” can mean more than identifying as lesbian or masculine, it overlaps and intersects with so many other factions of queer identity and we want to celebrate that! We don’t want to exclude anyone and how the term “Butch” resonates with them.

There are so many talented artists in our community, and we want to show them off in our art zine! And we look forward to having artists explore the theme in their own interesting and different ways.

So yes, all gender identities are welcome here, and artists are welcome to explore those in their art for this zine.

Why just butch faeries? Will there be a femme faeries? Interested in both.

This zine focuses on butch depictions of fairies, as it’s something we don’t get to see very often and want to celebrate in particular at this time.

That being said, artists will be able to draw multiple fairies in their illustrations if they wish, including femme fairies. We will simply ask that the butch fairies be the main centerpoint of the artworks.

If accepted as a contributor, you may also ask a mod for further clarification when settling on an idea for your illustration.

Is this zine for “butch” creators only? Can people who don't identify as butch apply?

Anyone can apply for an artist position or writer position for our zine, you need not identify as butch or queer. That being said, we will be prioritizing queer creators, and specifically butch creators for positions on this project.

We will also have sensitivity consultants on this project, to oversee the work and ensure that butch people are being represented authentically and respectfully.

#fairy zine #butch fairy zine #art zine #ask #faq #answering questions with the frog

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wizardfrog69 · 1 year

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may i request the doa with a fem s/o who has pmdd pleasessss

Ofc you may, thank you for the request!

'•.¸♡ s/o with pmdd ♡¸.•'

Gn!reader (afab)

Fluff

Masterlist

Tw!!! Self harm, depressive thoughts (not specified)

If this subject is triggering in anyway please do not read, your mental wellbeing is more important.

Enjoy!

Feat. Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma

Fyodor

He will be around more often to make sure you're okay and safe.

If you want sleep all day next to him he'll bring a laptop or something to do his silly work stuff.

He already has any of your food cravings ready for you whenever you want to eat something.

If you have any thoughts of a more heavy nature he will encourage you to talk to him and he'll listen to every word you say and he'll be there for you whenever you need him, day or night.

Nikolai

If you'd like to sleep all day and stay awake at night while crying and eating small pretzels he's there with you listening to every little thought which haunts your every waking moment.

He's very clingy but if you want to be left alone he'll sadly leave and buy you some cake to cheer you up.

It's movie night every night with him during the time to take your mind off of things. He's great at distractions and he uses those weird skills to use from time to time.

Sigma

He gets really worried about you and always asks if you're okay or if you need anything.

He'll take as much time off as he can for you and will advise you to stay home if you'd like.

Respectfully hides all sharp and dangerous objects so you won't harm yourself intentionally or unintentionally.

If you want him to leave he'll leave the house but will stay close.

If you get into an argument he'll feel sad but he understands your mind decides to do a somersault into a pool of acid (wtf is that description).

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

I feel sorry for everyone who has to go through pmdd every month just remember that it will go away. And if you need help of any kind do please look for it even if it seems like a waste of time and energy.

Have a wonderful day/night and do something you like today!

-love, Az the wizard frog:)

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is-nini · 8 months

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Once Upon a night

(Alhaitham x Reader)

I hope you enjoy this little fanfic I made! I am sorry for suddenly disappear but I'm back! And uhm... Yeahhh me hope you enjoy! I apologize if it's bad tho.. uhm.. yes!

You are known to be the sun around the Akademia. A bright girl who radiates warmth and kindness everywhere you go. Bright eyes that seem to glimmer endlessly below the sunlight of the sun. It is as if you are a part of the light itself, warm to everyone who gets close to you.

Although you never really got into a high position at the Akademia, your presence around the Akademia is quite helpful especially when it comes to communicating with strangers or with any other tourist which helped the economy quite a lot.

Knowing all of this it is no wonder when the Scribe, Alhaitam refused to be the Acting grand sage, you were the one who is called to try and pry him to get him into at least consider the offer. So here you are, looking around for this man called Alhaitam.

You sigh as you ponder about the task that you have been given it is such a tiring task... Isn't it obvious that he doesn't want to be the Acting Grand Sage? Why even bother to ask you for help? Although you very very hesitantly accept you never promise a successful communication between you and Alhaitham.

You stopped at your track as you look up to the sky, seeing the sun slowly set. You started to make your way to your usual place to unwind for the day which is the calming place that you found near one of the lakes around the outskirts of Sumeru City.

The night has always been your favorite time of the day, it's calming to know when everyone is asleep and you're alone with your thoughts. You skipped a bit with happiness, with freedom, letting the wind caress your hair, letting the scent of the water waft around you until you finally take a rest on the green grass beside the water. You enjoyed every time you spend around the lake, too much actually that you didn't see a white hair man walking in your direction.

Alhaitam enjoy his time in peace but the same scene can get boring, he is also not in the mood to meet any Akademia students right now so he decided to take a walk around the outskirts since no one would spend their time there.

He walks with a destination in mind, he knows where he wanted to go but once he got there, it seems like the place is taken by someone. The irony, he wanted to avoid the Akademia students but ended up meeting one of the students... The one that was asked to look for him nonetheless.. though that was the case, Alhaitam just kept walking, not caring about you, why would he? He'll just reject your offer like the rest and then you'll leave him alone.. or that's what he thought.

Once you realize the man who you should be looking for made his way to you, you immediately stand up and nodded respectfully towards him in a calm manner. "Hello Alhaitam" you called out softly, very softly in fact that it took Alhaitam by surprise because of the contrast between what he's seeing now and what he heard about you is different.

Alhaitham nodded at you and proceed to put his attention back to the scenery in front of him, the twinkle of the firefly and the distant sound of the frog, the cricket is like.. as ironic as it sounds, it is like a piece of calm music.

The both of you just stay there in silence. Alhaitham doing his own thing while you are doing your thing. Alhaitham took a small glance at you, he expects you to bring up the topic of him being an Acting Grand Sage but no, you just stay there, quiet. Oh well, he doesn't mind after all, it's all the better for him.

You stare into the water, calm water, just you and your thoughts, of course, there is Alhaitham beside you but since it's not working time, you don't feel the need to talk about it regarding his status. You took a glance towards him, seeing him just standing while reading a book. You clear your throat a little, gaining his attention. "You can sit here if you want," you said as you pat the place beside you, he looks at you before walking and sitting beside you, not too close you notice but still, it's a good thing he didn't find you vile or annoying.

The two of you just sat there in silence, Alhaitam for some reason feels calm.. your presence is not suffocating, he can just do his stuff in peace... it's actually nice having a companion. Although you and Alhaitham are not close ,it's not bad having you around. It is quite out of character and rare for him to enjoy a companion but for once it is a good sensation. His thoughts were cut short as he heard shuffling beside him. He looked beside and saw you are not in your sitting position anymore.

You slowly stand up and stretch abit, feeling a stare from the person beside you, you also look back at him. You smile towards Alhaitham "it's pretty relaxing around here right? Hehe, I enjoy this place too" you let's out a smile at Alhaitham. He put away his book, also stand up and nodded. "Goodnight then, see you around!" You said while walking away, leaving Alhaitham looking at you slowly disappearing into the night.

Alhaitham is intrigued by you, your demeanor is nothing special but he enjoyed the night. He actually enjoy spending time with someone from Akademia- if you exclude Kaveh. That night Alhaitham went home with a calm mind and a weird thought.. for some reason he keep looking forward to meet you.

The day went by normally for you, once the night time come, you immediately went to your favorite place only to find it occupied by the silver hair man. The only difference is rather than sitting right beside the water, he sat below the shade of the tree. You walked towards him without a word, your steps make his head turn towards you, and you immediately smile and wave toward him. "Enjoying yourself?" You asked while taking a seat beside him under the tree. "Quite. It's nice around here" he said in his baritone voice.

Whenever he talks, you always shiver. His voice is very soothing. So thus the night went, the night after that, and the night after. Not a lot of words, just pure silence but in a comforting aura surrounding the two of you. You let yourself lost in the scene that the topic of Acting Grand Sage left your mind for a while.

A tap fell onto your arm while you were looking at a book on The House of Daena, you turned around to see one of the few Akademia students who sent you to talk to Alhaitham in the first place "So, how was the progress?" You looked at them in a confusing manner, they looked at your expression and then sigh "The Acting Grand Sage thingy? Y/n, tell me you remember" You forgot but you know the consequences if you tell the truth so you say "Yeah, I tried and nope, he didn't accept" It is very bold of you to assume AND to lie but you knew the answer. Although you are not close to Alhaitham, you know he is the type of person who is not interested in power or fame. Just like any other, he wanted a comfortable life but without a high status.

The person looked at you disappointed by your answer. “try again” the person said with a stricter tone this time. You sigh and look down at the ground, you know that this is an important matter but in the end, you don’t understand why you have to be the one to force him to do it. Little did you know, as you seep into your thoughts the man who you just discussed is right beside one of the darker corners of the library, listening to the whole interaction. He doesn't understand the weird crunch at his heart seeing you look so… dejected. His feet started to guide him towards you before he stopped himself, why does he care? What benefit will it give him? none of this was answered and thus he, once again looked at you slowly walking out of the library after picking yourself up.

once the night came, you walk towards the usual spot. As per usual, Alhaitham is already there but something is off.. he is in front of the lake, hands folded in front of his chest, this time rather than reading he looks like as if he’s wondering something. Hearing your footsteps, he immediately looks in your direction. “hello Alhaitham..” you greeted while trailing off, he stares at you for a while and with a straight look on his face he said, “If you have any questions, say it now”. You look at him confused, you don’t recall having any question for him specifically so you ask him the first question that came to your mind “Are you ok Alhaitham?” you asked, he stare at you and closes his eyes for a while. you, looked at him with full confusion, did you say something weird or wrong? “I am fine, thank you for asking”.

Alhaitham looks at your face filled with confusion, he can’t stand it, the way your face turns according to your emotion, the way you tilt your head a little.. he doesn’t want to admit it but it is.. cute.

“I have no intention of being the Acting Grand Sage and I will not consider it” You immediately look up at him, and after connecting his answer is when you finally realize the fact that he knows what one of the students ask you to do. Before you say anything, he added “And you are not responsible for my answer. No one can change my mind. Tell the student who asks you that whatever answer I give doesn’t correlate to your action” You smile up at him, very brightly and say, “Yes sir!”. Alhaitham has seen you smile multiple times but this one for some reason makes his heart thump. He turns his head back to the lake, hiding his slightly red face.

“How did you know?” you asked, tone filled with questions, looking at him expecting an answer. "It would be embarrassing for me to not know what's going on in the Akademia" He said with a low grumble. Hearing him grumble you immediately look down, scared to look up at him, thinking that you have offended him.

Alhaitham notices your behaviour and turns his body fully towards you "you don't have to look scared. I am not offended by you. The students around Akademia have always wanted things to go they're way" you nodded a little while slowly looked up at him "th-then thankyou Alhaitham… for answering the question.." you said as you locked eyes with him.

The both of you stayed like that for a while. The wind is blowing softly around the two of you as you both still look at each other deeply.

Alhaitham took a step, getting close to you as you stood still, looking up at him in awe. He touches your cheek softly caressing it. He closes the distance between the two of you. "May I?" He whispered softly. You didn't answer anything, instead you erased the distance between his lips and yours.

Below the moonlight, the two of you share a soft, loving kiss for a couple of seconds before you pull away, looking up at him with a smile. "Very daring Mr. Alhaitham" you tease him.

He gave you one of the rare smiles he has. "I'm not the only one who is daring, love" he said before he kissed you again on your nose this time. You giggle as you pull yourself up to a tiptoe and hug his neck "does this mean we are dating now?" You asked. He stares at you for a while before shaking his head 'no'. He then hugs your knee and pulls you up as now you are sitting on his hand. "Y/n, Would you like to be my girlfriend?" You laugh with a red face as you nod your head. "Of course!" You confirm before he gives you a peck on your lips. "Ok, now we are dating" he said as he stroked your face lovingly before putting you back on the ground.

After that night the student never pesters you again about asking Alhaitham to be the Grand Acting Sage. Alhaitham makes sure they won't disturb you or make you sad but you don't have to know that.

#alhaitham #genshin fanfiction #genshin x reader #genshin alhaitham #al haitam x reader #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x y/n #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff

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half-doomed-lover · 6 months

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Opinions about the ending under the cut

I hated it

It was rushed, it was messy, it was nonsensical, it was terrible, it was all over the place and I will not pretend it wasn't, I love this show I really do but I have to be critical and that ending fucking sucked.

The good thing about this show was how realistic the romance was getting with Ed and stede learning to take it slow, only to throw that away for "yeah Ed finds Stede's letters and everything is alright" nothing that is in the letters was anything Ed hadn't known yet, he knew stede loved him deeply, he said many times, Ed needed time, needed to take it slow and let's just fuck that idea off with a sincerely cliche grand romantic gesture to fix everything up (not that I disliked the scene of them running to one another fighting, it was a great scene just in the fucking wrong place)

The plot hoped around like a frog with Adhd, treating the narrative more like a to do list than natural responses to situations like"alright now we need a cool Ed montage, now Jim being badass,now izzy being poetic,now the cartoonish bad guys,now a joke,now a throwback to a earlier episode,now Zheng..."

Like the last 15 minutes of the show jump from izzy dying a dramatic death, his funeral and out of nowhere lucius and Pete's weeding like respectfully what in the fuck

Stede's plan was just a excuse for more badass images that will look good in gif sets but manly was stupid and pointless, I know they could've get a better plan specially with a litteral pirate genius zheng and someone like Jackie on their sides

Ed response to izzy's death was so nothing, like his "only family" his longest time friend his right hand man, Ed doesn't shed a single tear and is just "oh well this is life let's bury the guy" like what ?

What ?

Do I hope they can fix this mess in another season yes but they made it so "series finalle" with the whole sailing to the sunset+cozy home together like that there's not much to do to fix that is better if we start season three with an it was all a dream of a seagull this is how things actually went

I'm fucking frustrated

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd spoilers #ofmd season 2 spoilers #season 2 spoilers #edward teach #stede bonnet #izzy hands

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ceilingfan5 · 2 years

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I feel like you specifically wrote #11 for Taakitz

“C’mere.” Taako grabs Kravitz by the wrist and tugs him over, and Kravitz hopes his heart isn’t visibly pounding through his ribs, muscle tissue, skin, and four layers of dark clothing. It’s entirely possible. Fucker’s a frog in a bongo up in there. Taako’s hands are so warm and so very touching Kravitz’s skin and not to be a regency freak about unglov’ed contact, but Jesus Christ, is all.

“What can I do for you, Taako?” Kravitz says, like he’s a retail employee in his own home and not Taako’s roommate, who has been in this exact position many a time. He knows. Why ask? He likes the rhythm of it.

“Taste this, obviously,” Taako says, snorting, for the hundredth time. He pulls a tasting spoon out of his apron and swipes a tasting taste for Kravitz’s useless opinion, and Kravitz tastes that tasting taste and feels heaven between his cells. That must be what holds his body together in a recognizable and debatably sentient shape.

“Holy shit, Taako, this is amazing.” Kravitz wants more than a taste. Is this dinner? Sharing dinner? Taako didn’t say he had a date tonight, did he? Kravitz gets more, right? Any more? Even a little?

“Every time you taste my cooking you just say it’s amazing, Krav,” Taako snaps, putting his hands on his hips. With the cinched apron, it’s a good look, and Kravitz is looking respectfully, he promises. “You’re a poet, you bitch, e-la-bor-ate! Does it need more salt or not, I swan to John!”

Kravitz grins, feeling a little called out and a lot pleased that Taako wants his actual for real opinion. And also remembered the poet thing. He doesn’t exactly brag about it. It’s a hard thing to advertise without looking like a total douchebag. Add in the acoustic guitar and his, well, everything else, and Kravitz has got to be pretty delicate with any self-advertisement whatsoever. A lot of “not in a dick way I promise” and so on. “Believe me I’m not a poser, I really do like this shit.” It’s exhausting.

Kravitz wonders if Taako remembers the poem. Kravitz’s brain gears catch something and start making a terrible machine noise in his brain that promises to chew any fine clockwork that dare think too hard about such a thing.

“Kravvy,” Taako sighs. “Think out loud.”

“Couldn’t possibly,” Kravitz says, instead of choking and dying on the nickname and the soft hint of annoyed affection stored in that particular spaghetti-stained tupperware container. “If you want a poem about it, I’ll need five to seven business days. But how about, uh,’hot damn’? No? ‘Dewishis?’ How about that one? How about that thing I said?”

Taako elbows Kravitz in the stomach, but only half out of irritation, the other half being him doubling over laughing so hard he almost forgets how to breathe.

“Fucking excuse me?”

“I said dewishis, I don’t know what more you want from me.”

“I- I don’t know!” Taako wheezes, gripping the counter. “You dumb stupid asshole, I’m trying to romance your brains out with my spices and simmering and you’re telling me my shit is dewishis? Dewishis, with your whole ass?”

“You what?” Kravitz says, remembering fondly when the room had oxygen in it. Oxygen used to be his favorite. Talk about something he could wax poetical about. Remember breathing? He could do it so easily!

“I-” Taako stands up straight, looking a lot like a deer facing an on-coming flying saucer. One with a sharp blade on top, like a Roomba with a knife taped to it. Run away, little deer. Not down the road! Go perpendicular! Perpendicular! “I, uh, I. Didn’t, say anything.” He holds the ladle like a baseball bat. “Hold still, I’ll fix this.”

“Do not fucking give me blunt force head amnesia when you just confessed your love for me!” Kravitz bolts, and Taako gives chase. It is not a large apartment for these Looney Tooney shenanigans.

“HOLD STILL I SAID! LOVE I DID NOT SAY. DID NOT, CANNOT BE PROVEN.”

“YOU FUCKING LIKE ME AND YOU’RE TRYING TO WOO ME WITH SAUCES!”

“ACCUSE ME IN A COURT OF LAW, MCCALLISTER!”

“STOP FUCKING CHASING ME, I LIKE YOU TOO!”

“YOU JUST WANT TO KEEP YOUR SKULL UNDENTED!” Taako skids to a stop, sliding on the laminate in his socks. He leans on the wall, huffing and puffing, and glares at Kravitz, who has mounted the couch in his defense.

“Maybe so,” Kravitz says, gravely as possible. “Or maybe I was thinking about kissing you when I tasted it so I couldn’t do any words good at you, did you think of that?”

“Fuck you! Bullshit! I call bullshit!”

“I can prove it. Easy. C’mere.” Kravitz hops off the couch. Taako squints, still gripping the ladle with force. Kravitz wonders if his gambit is gonzo, but then he’s grappled by the lapels and kissed quite intensely. It is not how Kravitz imagined this would go.

It is fucking amazing, though. Kravitz even considers passing out about it. Very regency.

Taako pulls back, grip still unrelenting. He eyes Kravitz, and Kravitz returns the look, and they catch their breath. And they laugh.

“Don’t tell me you did that to get out of describing my cooking, asshole.”

“Nah,” Kravitz says, pulling him into another kiss. “I’ve been pining for ages like a dumb idiot, I promise.”

“Good,” Taako says, definitively. And then, “Fuck! My sauce!!!” and bolts back to the burner, leaving poor dumbstruck Kravitz with hand-drawn hearts chirping around his head.

#taakitz #taakitz fic #taz #tazb #taz balance #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #fan5fics #thank you!!#sorry this is insane

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ooops-i-arted · 1 year

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Season 3 Episode 2 child development thoughts?????

Hey so you know how I've been beating the drum FOREVER of "won't it be so cool when Grogu feels more confident in himself and can be more proactive in the story?" WELL NOW WE DID IT!!!

Maybe not quite that level yet but HE SAVED DAD!! He did it!! Even when he felt afraid, probably overwhelmed, likely fighting the instinct to stay with Dad and use the Force, he did it! He conquered his own fears and kept his clarity of mind (like a Jedi) and used his Force powers and what he'd been taught by Din to quickly and readily get Din help. I AM SO PROUD OF MY BABY!!! Look at how far he's come from a little scared baby hiding in a pod!!

Scooting back to the beginning, I loved how he proudly showed Peli he could jump (and she praised him like the good aunt she is). And.... was that Grogu's first word? It did sound a bit like "Peli." This is one of a few instances we get over this episode and the next of Grogu "talking." Not stock baby sounds, but clearly trying to emulate the speech of adults in his life. We know the species can speak Basic (Yoda, Yaddle, Oteg, Vandar) so either Grogu has been strongly discouraged from trying to speak before he was taken in by Din (my personal theory) or he has a physical issue in his mouth structure that makes it difficult to speak (also a possibility but I'm not very knowledgeable, just what I've picked up from the wonderful speech pathologists at my job). I still think the real reason is a mute child is more marketable because most people don't actually like kids unless they're being cute props and not acting like actual kids. (Exhibit A: The reaction to young Anakin and Leia and being called brats for.....acting like normal kids. But let's move on from a personal pet peeve of mine.)

We've seen Din talk more and more to Grogu throughout the season as he grows more comfortable in a caretaker role, and he continues this by teaching Grogu about "their" culture. (Grogu is officially a Mandalorian now!) It's plot-relevant but it's also wonderful to see Din take an active role in Grogu's education. Din has seen the dangers of the galaxy and wants Grogu prepared, and I think he enjoys having someone to share his knowledge with and teach and parent. Grogu is clearly into it, facing Din, listening closely to him (and we KNOW when he chooses not to listen, he shows it).

Grogu showing empathy for R5 and being worried about it shows that he is developing social-emotional skills. Kids are pretty egocentric by design; they can't always meet their own needs and have to make sure they can direct an adult to get their physical, emotional, and mental needs met. Preschool is when we start teaching respect and compassion for others more purposefully (it should be modeled at all times - kids emulate what they see) because they're typically in a classroom setting and interacting with people more. While Din does do a lot of violence and killing for money, Grogu has also seen him speak politely to others, take care of people like Frog Lady when they need help, respect others' space by ducking in Kuiil and the Anzellans' dwellings, talk respectfully to others even when they disagree, so on. Din is actually a pretty good model, you know, minus the violence and the killing. I do my best to model at all times what I want my kids to act like, big moments (guiding them in using words when upset) and small (saying excuse me when I bump them, please and thank you when I ask them to do something, etc). It pays off because now my class sees and learns the expectations and by this time of the year, they aren't typically yelling across the room "Miss L he took my toy!" they're saying "I was using that, please give it back" and then coming over if needed to say "Miss L, can you help me? I was playing with that and [Friend] took it." Grogu has absorbed what Din is showing him. In turn, we see this again when Din takes Grogu's concerns seriously and reacts accordingly. To Din it's just a droid, but Grogu is worried, and Grogu can trust that Din will respond to that worry and reassure him either verbally, letting him watch on the scanner, or by fetching their poor droid friend. Grogu learns from Din because he trusts him and believes in him - just like my students learn from me and value what I say because I have demonstrated that I care about them, will treat them with respect, and can be a reliable person when they need me, and we have built a relationship off that.

We also once again see Grogu demonstrate a secure, healthy relationship with Din and the worth of Din's parenting by immediately going into his pod and sealing it when asked. A child who does not have consistent expectations or boundaries will test them to try and figure them out. Grogu knows that Dad means what he says and trusts that Din is telling him to get in the pod for a good reason, and will come get him when pod time is done. So he listens.

I loved seeing Grogu try to save Din. He's acting independently, but it's clear he's learned some skills from Din and Luke. He's able to successfully sneak right up to Din and would've probably gotten him out if the machinery hadn't clanged. He listens to Din when told to go, which had to be hard - it's scary to leave Dad even when Dad isn't in trouble! But he really shows off his cognitive skills. He's able to think through sneaking up to Dad. He's able to focus and use the Force well enough to leap several times. He shows memory skills by being able to track their path back to the N-1 and then show Bo the way back. He reacts quickly and adapts to any obstacles, even though he was scared. We see later when he's with Bo, he's much more scared and hesitant. He was definitely afraid of those dangers, but was able to push through it and not be ruled by emotion alone. That's a great show of maturity and I'm so proud of him!! His display of memory skills continues as he "communicates" to R5 to take him to Kalevala, remembering what Din has taught him. I also wonder if this will keep motivating him to keep trying to speak. Grogu wants to communicate so much! He knows it would be easier and I bet he's bursting with things to tell Din!

I was also wondering if he was able to control his pod, and yes, he finally can! This shows that not only he has matured enough to be more independent, he is trustworthy enough that Din knows he won't wander off and will be safe. The last three pods have all had controls via Din's gauntlet. Grogu could open and close the red-and-white one but we saw no ability to control it. But now he gets a big boy pod! This will really help him be more independent and proactive and safe and I think it will be good for him, so that he can keep developing his self-confidence in his own independence while still being safe. Din probably feels better knowing Grogu can escape dangers and isn't as totally reliant on him as he was in previous seasons.

Overall this was a really solid episode for Grogu. We've really seen how he's learned and matured. I hope this season gives him even more character development, and while I maintain my opinion that Disney would prefer a mute, cute-baby-noises character to better sell merch.... I hope I'm wrong and we're building up towards Grogu speaking!!

#baby yoda meta #baby yoda #grogu #the mandalorian #mandalorian spoilers

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Sorry but I really don't like Simon's look in the "hope you have a nice christmas" scene... I feel like it makes him older, and I'm really not a fan of that kind of air style.

On the other hand, the locker scene... I could eat him alive (respectfully), he is so beautiful (and hot).

The scene in witch I find him absolutly unreal is the bedroom scene in 2x05... I can't find the exact picture, but when he is thoughful just after coming inside Wille's room... And when he is looking the glass frog, and when he say "I don't know" and "I'm afraid too"... 😭

OK, I'm gone a calm down now, you see my point I guess ! 😁

#fave simon looks #couldn't find a gif for the life of me

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not-a-coral-snake · 2 years

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for the @lamenweek Day 5 prompt: What if?

This is a very silly premise, but: What if Laurent really was Charls the famous Veretian cloth merchant's cousin Charls, named after their grandfather, Charls?

Damen allows himself a brief moment of distraction to wonder to himself how the situation got so bad.

He’s been getting to know (flirting with, talking with, sleeping with, becoming perhaps a bit too obsessed with) a young cloth merchant he’d met in Delpha trying unsuccessfully to sell Nikandros Veretian-made linen and wool. They’d met again by chance in Ios a few months later, and since then their paths have crossed improbably often at the estates of various kyroi and Akielon nobles Damen has had cause to visit in the past year or so.

Most recently, Damen had discovered that they were both in Arles at the same time, and he’d tried to do Charls a favor in introducing him to a royal steward. Charls had been grateful, excited: his family has made a name for itself selling textiles to the nobility, but had never yet succeeded in getting a contract with the Veretian royal family.

But shortly after, Damen had been called back to the room, where he was faced with a confused Charls and an extremely anxious steward. The steward won’t tell Damen what the matter is—will only tell him that he has sent a servant for Prince Auguste, and it is for Prince Auguste to determine how they will handle the matter, or if there even is a matter to handle at all.

When Damen looks at Charls, Charls just shrugs: the steward hasn’t explained anything to him either.

Whatever the servant tells Prince Auguste, it’s only a short while before he arrives. Prince Auguste nods respectfully at Damen, then looks over at Charls.

And immediately blanches. Charls, too, goes white.

It’s only then that Damen realizes how alike they look. If Damen had not known better, he would have taken them for brothers, and even knowing better it is hard to believe that they are not close kin.

But that’s not possible.

He recalls to himself everything Charls has ever told him about himself, his family, his past. He had told Damen the second or third time that they had spoken, when Damen had thought to ask him why he had chosen to become a cloth merchant, that his whole family was merchants going back several generations. Most of them in the textile business. Damen has asked then if he had ever wanted to be anything else, and Charls had looked bemused. “Perhaps,” he’d said, and from the glint in his eye Damen had guessed that he was thinking of some specific dream. “But in truth,” Charls had continued, “this job is, in very many ways, what one makes of it. I have little cause to complain.”

Charls had told him, the first time that they met, that he was, like his older and better-established cousin, named after his grandfather. There had been some confusion about the matter on Nikandros’s steward’s part, Damen gathered. Charls had told him, many months later, that he was his parents’ only child, but he had lots of cousins. Many of the cousins had been similar to him in age, and he’d enjoyed growing up with them, complaining about tutors together, chasing each other around the manor, playing pranks. He and Damen had traded stories: the time Kastor had helped Damen hide a frog in his tutor’s desk drawer, the time Charls and his cousins had let several goats loose in a banquet hall.

Damen knew that Charls was bookish and intelligent. His family had sent him to university so that he would better be able to make his way amidst the world of the nobility. And Damen knew Charls mostly handled foreign trade. He had a natural gift for languages, further honed by university study, and his family hoped that with his wit and charm and extensive knowledge of poetry in five languages he’d be particularly well-poised to bring in foreign noble clients.

Charls had never told Damen if he’d been a foundling. But then, a Veretian wouldn’t. Not with Vere’s obsession with pure bloodlines to contend with.

If Damen is right, if Charls is really related to Prince Auguste. If he is illegitimate, and an illegitimate child of the royal family.

His life is probably in danger.

The entire time Damen has been thinking, Prince Auguste has been staring at Charls. Now, he walks around him slowly, staring at his face from one side and then the other. “Bacheret, you’re dismissed,” he says abruptly. The steward bows his way out of the room.

Damen is a prince himself, and he is about to demand Prince Auguste explain what is going on when the prince collapses into a chair with a sigh. “We owe you an explanation,” he says, pinching his brow. He takes a deep breath.

“It’s common knowledge in Vere, though not, perhaps, abroad”—here Prince Auguste looks at Damen—“that following my birth my mother the Queen suffered many miscarriages. The physicians suspected that it was some sort of incompatibility between her blood and my father’s. If I recall, it’s a pattern that midwives have noticed—that sometimes a first pregnancy will go well and all subsequent ones go badly.”

And so, Prince Auguste explains, when at last the queen made it through half a year of pregnancy without issue, everyone had been excited and happy. That is, until the king’s brother had begun speaking to him about it in private. If all the other pregnancies had failed because of an incompatibility between the queen and King Aleron, he said, if this pregnancy is carried to term it must mean that the king wasn’t the child’s father.

The king had been skeptical at first. “But my late uncle was”—and here Prince Auguste makes a face as though biting into a rotten fruit—“persuasive. And, as we learned later, skilled at deceit. And totally unscrupulous, and totally untrustworthy.” And by the time the queen had given birth to a healthy son he had succeeded in convincing the king that his foreign wife, raised without Veretian scruples about extramarital interactions between men and women, had betrayed him.

The done thing in Vere would have been to kill the baby at birth, rather than risk a civil war later. But King Aleron had still loved his wife, and the queen had been distraught, and they had instead quietly sent the baby to a hospital in Arles that was known to find homes for foundlings. They’d told everyone the baby was stillborn. Prince Auguste had, for his part, found out the real story partly by spying on his parents and partly because his mother had eventually confessed the truth to him.

They sit in silence for a moment at the end of Prince Auguste’s story. Prince Auguste’s face looks far away, caught in long ago hurts never fully healed. Damen is hoping the horror he is feeling isn’t as visible on his own face as he suspects it is. Charls, for his part, has no visible expression whatsoever, and has not since before Auguste began talking.

Finally, Prince Auguste seems to gather himself. “Follow me,” he says, and strides out of the room.

In the hall, Charls seems to come to some sort of decision. “Your highness,” he says, words tripping over each other, “if I might just say—”

There is desperation, just barely repressed, in Charls’s voice, and so Damen interrupts him. “This man is under my personal protection, and that of the Akielon throne,” he says. “Harm him and you will contend with the full retribution and wrath of Akielos.”

That brings Prince Auguste up short. He stops walking, turns to face them. “Oh, I didn’t mean to—I should’ve said—” the prince says. He meets Charls’s gaze. “You’ve got my father’s eyes.”

Damen hears Charls’s sharp inhale.

“My eyes, and my mother’s, are green, but you’ve got the same blue as my father and grandfather. The same eyebrows, the structure of your brow. . .” he trails off, then for the first time cracks a smile. “It seems pretty straightforward.”

Charls has gone pale again, so Damen takes his hand and squeezes it. Charls squeezes Damen's hand back. Prince Auguste is already turning to the hall ahead of them again, so Damen thinks he doesn’t notice.

“So now where are you bringing us?” Damen says. “To speak with the king,” Prince Auguste says. “Mother is away in the east, but we’ll send word as quickly as we can.”

“There must be a lot to talk about,” Charls says slowly.

“Oh, doubtless,” Prince Auguste says. “Though at some point we’ll have to make room to discuss the diplomatic complications spawned by the fact that you’re apparently courting the crown prince of Akielos.”

And Charls blushes at Prince Auguste’s words, but he doesn’t deny them.

Courting. Damen likes the sound of that.

#captive prince #my post #Lamen Week 2022 #Lamen Week

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