Massarati was a courting gift to andrew from abram after he realized they were courting one another
My face reading this omggggggg
(Gonna put this up top instead of at the end; find the royal au writing masterpost here 💕)
So this is the 4800 words of fluff; @jtl-fics was bouncing a LOT of ideas with me about it and everything was so sweet 😭🥰 you can read it here! :D or continue on this post for the sparknotes version from Abram's pov (minus the picnic date tho 👀), and let’s showcase my inexperience with horses ✨
THIS IS GREAT I done got myself a little by making Maserati a rescue case… like Abram’s probably right about what happened to her though I didn’t fully decide on it (I’m also making up everything about horse breeds in this universe thank youuu). He’s out one day for whatever reason and comes across this horse in no pasture that’s tall, clearly made for working, but it’s far too skinny. A little skiddish, but not enough that Abram can’t approach after a while of trying. It’s a familiar breed under the dirt and malnutrition.
He doesn’t even bother seeing where it might have come from. He fashions a makeshift lasso/bridle thing from rope and takes a few hours calming the horse enough to bring it back with him to the castle, leaving it in one of the smaller/less used stables with plenty of food and water before going to find Day or someone else that might be able to help. She doesn’t look impressive at first, obviously. But with lots of help and lots of time from Abram taken in secret to the stables, she slowly starts to get better. She gains weight, she gets readjusted to people, she lets him take care of her coat and hair.
At some point, Andrew insists once again on keeping Abram nearby when Abram is having a worse night than usual. Panicking easily, generally unwell. (Andrew is also wondering why Abram is suddenly spending so much time away, why he won’t tell Andrew where he’s been or what he’s doing. It’s completely in his right to do it, so Andrew never forces the issue, but it’s such an obvious switch from his normal behavior. Right when Andrew thought he could start leaning into the courting, it feels like Abram is pulling away and it hurts a little. He gets worried.) Abram can’t sleep, and Andrew won’t sleep until Abram does, so they lay on his bed with Andrew resting against Abram’s lap, relaxing or reading or tracing scars with his fingertips. It’s a long while before Abram asks, unprompted, “Did you ever have an ideal horse?”
Andrew gives him a look.
“I mean… a dream horse. Maybe when you were little, something you always wanted.”
Andrew makes a small noise. “I think most kids do.”
“Right. So did you?”
It takes more convincing than that, lots of Abram assuring Andrew that it’s not stupid, he’s just curious. He’ll tell Andrew his next. And finally Andrew tells Abram of when he was young, living with the Spears, and would fantasize about being anywhere else. He’d take a horse as black as night so no one would see him when he ran away, a horse that was strong and fast enough to take him wherever he wanted to go. He used to imagine it would carry two, so he could take his governess with him, but that was before she left. It was all child’s play, anyway. It didn’t matter now. (Abram’s horse wasn’t so detailed, but he said if he had to pick a coat color, he was very happy with the blue roan he was given.)
So the next time Abram goes to the stable he looks at her, sees how well she’s bulking up, sees again how much larger she is than the Friesians he’s used to from Evermore. She looks even stronger than those already capable horses. When she’s healthy she can certainly carry two riders and more besides, and her endurance is like the horse equivalent of his own. Her coat is getting shiny again, sleek like black oil.
When she’s healthy and ready, Abram trains her. He again has help, of course - there are people who’s jobs it is to take care of and train the castle’s horses and it isn’t him - but she has an undeniable soft spot for Abram. They get her used to being fully decked out in nice tack and equipment and whatever else. Abram holds her steady to get shoed. The veterinarians/au equivalent make sure she stays healthy and the stable master grows more impressed with her every day. She’s not your average horse, he tells Abram. She’s smart. There’s real intelligence in those eyes.
Abram could not be happier.
By the time the twins’ birthday comes around she is ready to go. Abram spends the morning before his work begins making sure she is as sparkling as he can get her, all ready for her favorite stable hand to take her to the main stables later while Abram attends the prince at the festivities. The stable hand is going to put her in her new tack, too, the beautiful white set Abram spent a good chunk of coin to have commissioned. The horse is perfectly well mannered around people now, though only Abram and a handful others can ride her. Abram only plans his evening because he knows she lets anyone ride alongside him - if Abram deems them worthy, the horse won’t protest. It isn’t trust he ever takes lightly. He’s pretty certain she’ll end up allowing Andrew every privilege she allows Abram. He is so excited and so, so nervous for that night. She’s as perfect as she could possibly be, but Andrew has gotten Abram so many wonderful gifts. This is the first time Abram has returned the favor with such intention. Hopefully it’s good enough. (She is.)
Oh also in case you’re wondering. Andrew only needs a new horse because his beloved GS was finally retired, GS is old and now gets to spend the rest of his days in nice pastures where Andrew feeds him lots of treats 💕 every like is one sugar cube gods bless
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*𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 !
I caved & figured it wouldn’t hurt to do one of these. It basically means I will be focusing on prioritizing interactions with those who express interest in becoming mains — on solidifying bonds between muses & maybe muns if spoons allow it. You’d get your own tag to track future interactions ( If you haven’t gotten one already ) & I’ll add you to a bonds list & write a small summary of our muses current or planned bond / relationship.
*PLEASE NOTE. They do not have to be romantic in nature & can also be platonic, familial or antagonistically aligned as well. I adore all types of dynamics between muses & feel Jayce is a character that can play off other muses in a variety of ways.
*WHAT BEING ‘MAINS’ MEANS.
Becoming mains is easy. We have to have a few things going, I have known you for a while, or our muses just vibe well. It simply means you will get replies more quickly along with other things such as random starters, memes, etc unprompted. It also means you have an interest in writing with me & potentially plotting out more of a deep dynamic ( though there is NO PRESSURE! & it will not always be guaranteed to be romantic. I am open to platonic, familial & romantic bonds with Jayce. ) & that you feel the same! There will be no limit to these & this post will not have an expiration date / deadline.
Please let me know in private or through interacting with this post if you’d like to be mains. All I ask that we’ve already written together at least once or that there is genuine interest in developing things out between our characters in some way.
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your art is so fucking awesome dude im jumping all around im running up and down the stairs 5 times
THANK YOU
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I don't mean to brag (I'm definitely bragging), but we have five World cups for a reason 😏
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JesterLily stuff cuz yes -w-
CW: Surprise Pregnancy
The day White Lily found out she was pregnant, she of course was a bag of mixed emotions which wasn't the hormones
1st, She didn't have much hope about it ever being possible. Considering she is only "half of herself"
2nd, Extremely happy they she was going to be a mother
3rd, What would Shadow Milk think since he was the father
Mustering up the courage, White Lily confronted and hesitantly told Shadow Milk. He was of course in disbelief aswell and chalking it up to a bad joke. But when White Lily stayed quiet, nervously fidgeting with her hands...did it actually sink in for him...
Still in disbelief, he ask if she was actually expecting and that this wasn't her way of joking around. Even rephrazing the question multiple times. But when White Lilys answer remained positive did Shadow Milk break down in sobs, hugging her from pure joy!
White Lily in turn does the same. And they both just sitting on the floor happy crying in each other's embrace
They just really love each other <3
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