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amberlide · 21 days

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Series: I will love you in all your forms (A series of AU where Garreth and Penelope will meet each other under different circumstances)

Salt and Seaweed

Summary: Pirate Captain Rookwood arrives to celebrate the Queen's birthday, bearing a special gift for her aquarium: a merman who can transform into a man. Garreth's fate seems to be sealed, destined to swim endlessly in a tank for the entire court to see.

Unless someone helps him escape…

Part 2 of 2 Part 1

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Paring: Garreth Weasley x Penelope Griffith Merman AU Rating: T Word count: 3.4K Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, Rookwood is a Pirate (so what?), Garreth Weasley as merman.

A/N: as promised, the second part. I won't be active for a while because I had been given the amazing opportunity to write a story for HL new mod, and I will dedicate all my time to that ^^ Special thanks to my lovely beta reader Shivvy and my dear friend @tessari-the-dreamer who made this day special from the very morning! Thank you Tess, you're awesome!!! <3

Knock knock knock

The gentle knock resonated in the small room, causing Penelope to flinch and stop dead in her tracks, her nervous pacing abruptly halted as she bit her fingernails.

"Miss Griffith, it's me, open up!"

With a sigh of relief, she moved toward the door and slightly parted it ajar.

"Sir Prewett?" she murmured, her voice laced with caution. She stole a glance behind her toward the bundle of sheets where Sacharissa lay, still deep in her dreams.

"Yes, miss, it's me. If you're still up for it, we should go. They are all asleep!" The young man beckoned her to follow, taking a step back.

A faint ray of moonlight penetrated from the window in the corridor, playing with the shiny handle of his sword. He wasn't wearing his armor anymore, just plain, comfortable clothes. Without the helm, his features were clouded with worries, his brows low on his forehead. Underneath, Penelope could picture deep brown eyes and a freckled, stern face.

As she checked the corridor outside her room, the guard sensed her hesitation.

"Miss Griffith, are you sure? I'm in for it, but if we get caught, we will face a long time in jail, maybe even a death sentence. And there's no way they won't find out. The Queen won't forgive you this time."

Penelope tied her hair in a tight bun, then grasped the cloak from the hanger next to the door.

"I am, sir. Don't worry!" Her eyes filled with an unwavering resolution she hadn't known she possessed until that fearful evening.

She was well aware of her situation, nobody needed to remind her of her past mistakes. But if someone deserved freedom, it was surely that merman.

Gripping the vial in the pocket of her cloak, she quickly slipped out of the room and closed the door behind her.

With a look of understanding, Penelope started following the guard as they silently ran through the empty hallways. Her light footsteps echoed softly in her slippers as her small figure moved gracefully through the darkness, hidden from view by the tall frame of Leander in front of her.

"Where is he?"

"Still in the throne room. The Queen is making arrangements to move him to the aquarium as soon as possible, but she thought he could stay there for one night." Leander's response was tinged with a half-hidden disgust that Penelope recognized was the same as her own.

After all, they both saw how small the tank was and how uncomfortable it would be for the merman to stay another night in that suffocating enclosure.

They quickly reached the throne chamber, finding the two guards outside it laying on the floor in a deep slumber. They exchanged a complicit look and a brief silent nod before Leander opened the door.

The tank was indeed there, sealed and replenished with freshwater, covered with the black cloth.

Despite the open windows, the air was heavy with the lingering dinner scents and the sweet perfumes of the courtiers. The breeze from the ocean was unable to sweep away the awful blend of aromas.

As they cautiously advanced, realizing they were alone, Leander moved to the far end of the room to gather one of the low wooden benches. Meanwhile, Penelope reached the tank with bated breath, the scent of salt and seaweed stronger than ever, and she almost slipped on the still half-wet floor.

Taking a deep breath, she lifted the curtain, and peered inside.

The creature seemed to be sleeping, curled up on itself, small bubbles escaping from its gaping gills and erupting on the surface.

Hesitant, as she didn't want to scare him, Penelope gently knocked on the glass, the soft sound barely reverberating on the smooth surface. Immediately, the creature woke up and flinched violently, twisting around to meet her gaze with a shocked, wide-eyed look.

He wasn't just scared—he was panicking. He blinked several times and tried to distance himself from her, his jaw tensing and his fins flicking rapidly, but there was nowhere to escape. He only managed to press himself on the other side, bumping his head on the lid of the vessel, squashing his tail as his hands helplessly scratched the glass.

Despite her aching heart, Penelope tried to smile softly and caring hoping to ease his fear, though she knew the darkness likely obscured her features in the dim light. But since he was a creature of the abyss, maybe that wasn’t a problem.

She leaned toward the tank. "I hope I can save you," she murmured, grazing the glass with her bare hand. She didn't know if he could understand her, but what she did know was that they were both trapped in lives they didn’t want, craving to escape their own transparent prisons.

Soon, Leander swiftly moved the bench next to the pedestal.

"Miss, we need to hurry, it's already dawning. Servants will be here any minute."

Taken aback, Penelope promptly nodded and, lifting her gown, climbed on the bench to reach the top of the container. Leander joined her.

Then, with all their strength, they pushed the upper glass, trying to slide if off, under the curious gaze of the creature who was clearly too tired or scared to even react.

After several minutes of groaning and pushing, they finally made it, and Penelope saw the merman's head breaking the surface of the water and taking a deep, refreshing breath. As expected, he was surely lacking oxygen and she was relieved to offer some comfort in such a dire situation.

"We need to take him out of there." Leander interrupted her thoughts, his eyes sweeping over the thick body of the creature.

Was the opening big enough for him to slip out?

They didn't know if he would cooperate, after all they could have malicious intentions as well, but judging from the intent gaze that he was passing between the two of them, he surely had got a grasp of what was going to happen.

Without thinking too much, rolling the sleeves of her dress with a decisive and businesslike look, Penelope urged Leander to do the same, then, they plunged their arms into the cold water, shivering as goosebumps rippled on their skin.

They needed to grab the creature's tail, hoping it would transform into a pair of legs and allow them to help him walk out of the room.

As she lowered her hands, Penelope stopped just before she could touch the creature. She glanced at her friend, who also appeared wary of the tail, but something else gave her pause.

She slowly turned toward the merman's face, her fingers grazing the slippery scales as they locked eyes. His expression carried a curious undertone, as though he couldn't understand what was happening. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his lips were pressed together.

"Can... can I?" Penelope's voice was barely audible, but she realized that, despite the desperate situation, she couldn't allow herself to touch him without his consent. She wouldn't have been any better than the pirates.

Hoping to convey her message, she let her fingertips ghost over the reflecting surface. The glistening hues shimmered as they captured a faint ray of light reflecting on her quivering palms. As if answering her question, the creature jerked his hips up, raising his tail just a tiny bit so her fingers could rest on it.

A soft gasp escaped Penelope's throat. Despite her skin acclimating to the chill of the water, she was surprised by how cold and slick the scales were—smooth like a fish's tail but pulsing with life. She could imagine the strong, powerful muscles beneath it, giving her a sense of something that was ready to dart. Once in the water, he must be a sight to behold.

The strange sensation lasted only a moment as Leander, beside her, followed suit, urging her to move. After all, the merman had granted them permission, but more than that, he was trusting them, putting his life in their hands.

With a brief nod, Penelope and Leander grabbed the merman's tail and began to lift it. The merman grabbed the rim of the tank with his muscular arms, trying to assist them by hoisting himself up.

Finally, with lots of effort, sweating, and half-whispered curses, they managed to get him out of his prison.

His body transformed back into that of a handsome man. Averting her gaze, Penelope took off her cloak and gently wrapped it around his broad shoulders, while Leander tried to dry the wet floor to avoid leaving any traces.

To her surprise, the merman could barely stand. Soon the young man crouched on the floor, his chest rising and falling rapidly with heavy, labored breaths. Penelope wondered if his lungs were adjusting to the oxygen in the air rather than the water.

She kneeled next to him, delicately resting a hand on his arm.

He flinched at her touch.

"Can you walk?" she asked, mimicking the movement with her fingers.

He looked at her with a hazy stare; clearly, the transformation had drained all his remaining strength. She was sure he hadn't eaten in a while.

She and Leander leaned under the merman and grabbed him beneath his arms. He shivered, his human skin not yet accustomed to the sudden change in temperature, despite the warmth of the summer night. His toes curled on the floor as he leaned heavily against them, his wet skin dripping water onto their clothes.

Casting a wary look at him, Penelope instinctively raised her arm to circle the man's waist, adjusting his weight on her shoulders. She brought him closer, resting her other hand on his chest, tracing the contour of a bluish mark, caressing his bruised skin with a heavy lump in the throat.

His body stiffened at the sudden proximity, and she gave a surprised look at him, realizing how inappropriate the closeness might be and how brash her gesture was.

Under the faint light from the windows, they exchanged embarrassed glances. Penelope felt her cheeks grow warmer and sensed his body temperature rising under her hesitant touch. Her fingers twitched on the tense muscles of his freckled, naked chest, and she deftly withdrew her hand.

"We need to go!" exclaimed Leander, snapping them back to reality.

Penelope nodded, taking a deep breath. The coastal scent of the merman was intoxicating, and she found herself wondering what it would be like to dive into the ocean with him.

"Come on, we can make it," she murmured, pulling herself from her thoughts and raising her hand to take the man's. She gently intertwined her fingers with his stiff ones, squeezing them in what she hoped was a comforting touch. She tried to calm him down, as he still trembled in fear and fatigue, his heart racing in his chest, beating furiously against her shoulder.

"We need to bring him to the small pier," Penelope declared, casting a decisive look to Leander who nodded in agreement. "Let's see if we can make it. I may need to come back to erase our traces; we are leaving wet footsteps everywhere," he grunted, casting a sour look at the pool of water forming at their feet.

They would definitely get caught.

Without wasting any more time, they deftly made their way out of the throne room and then quickly through the dark and quiet corridors of the castle. The whole court was fast asleep exhausted from the dances that took most of the night away.

Before proceeding, Leander checked every corner, craning his neck around and guiding them towards the empty corridors where he knew his fellow guards were sleeping.

Finally, they reached the entrance to the dungeons. From there, an alley led to a small harbor under the castle, the private waterway where the Queen used to sneak out her lovers or dispose of the traitors.

To their utmost dismay, at the entrance, a guard stood still, his feet planted on the ground and his arms crossed on his chest.

Despite the long night of celebration, the Queen must have had enough energy left for some other sort of nightly entertainment.

Penelope scoffed at the thought, knowing that it would only make their lives more difficult. However, she couldn't help but relate to the Queen; after all, it was her birthday.

As Leander gestured for them to stop, he cast a look of dismay at Penelope and shook his head, indicating he had no idea they were still up. Penelope bit her lip and let her hand slip into the pocket of her cloak as a wild idea formed in her mind. She still had a few drops of Sacharissa's draught.

She carefully stepped away from the merman and took a deep breath. Pinching her cheeks to flush them, she advanced toward the guard. Suddenly, she stumbled over her feet, swaying from one side of the corridor to the other. As she swung her arms, she began to giggle uncontrollably.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, catching the guard's attention. She faked a hiccup and spun, landing in his arms. The guard looked at her with a surprised expression, blinking in the dim light of his half-consumed candle.

"Miss... Miss Griffith?" he asked, trying to steady her and help her back on her feet. His surprise was evident as he blinked in disbelief, they both knew she wasn’t the type to draw attention to herself or to wander alone at night.

Penelope brought a hand to her chest and faked another hiccup together with a small burp.

"Who is… hic - Miss Griffi? I'm the Queen!' she exclaimed, leaning toward him and trying to lock eyes with what should have been an intense, intimidating stare.

But she was shorter than the Queen and much too amiable to be believable.

Instead, she only managed to pout, her glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose, her lips pursed, and her brows furrowed in a comically exaggerated way.

The man grabbed her before she could slip again. "Miss, please, the party ended hours ago. You should go to your room," he tried to coax her, looking around in the vain hope someone could help him as he couldn’t leave his post.

Penelope ignored him and raised her hand to grab his arm. "Fetch me a cup of wine! I'm parched! Your Queen commands it!" she cried. "I won't rest until I-" She stopped mid-sentence, another hiccup interrupting her.

The poor guard took a deep breath, already tired of the nonsense. He carefully left Penelope leaning against the wall. “I have some water, miss,” he offered, grabbing the bottle next to him while keeping his gaze fixed on her. The girl swayed and giggled, apparently amused by his offer, then grabbed the bottle. “I want a glass!” she demanded, her mood shifting again, faking a deep, manly voice.

The guard knelt down with another heavy exhale, shaking his head.

“This is all I have,” he murmured, turning away. Taking advantage of his distraction, Penelope swiftly added the remaining sleeping draught to the bottle and then moved it under the man's nose once he passed the glass to her.

“I'm the Queen! You drink for me!” she insisted, her sluggish words drawing a defeated sigh from the guard. “Miss, please…” he began trying to distance himself from the girl, but she continued swaying the bottle, hiccuping and cussing in a very regal manner.

The guard soon surrendered and drank the water. It took a few minutes, but he finally rested his head against the wall and slid down to the floor.

Penelope ran back to Leander, who was still trying to make sense of the scene.

"I'm going to erase the traces,” he finally murmured. “You're almost there, can you make it yourself?" The girl cast a look at the merman, whose eyes were now bleary and distant. He seemed exhausted.

She nodded as Leander ran back to check behind them, leaving Penelope alone to support the merman.

He tried to avoid putting his full weight on her—she was petite, after all—but he couldn't help it completely. His hand kept sliding against the cold, mold-streaked stone wall as the humidity seeped through her thin cloak.

She felt him shift and tremble violently as he tried to straighten his posture, but his legs were still too weak. He slouched back against her, casting a sorry, displeased look.

Penelope grabbed his waist before he could fall, tilting her head and flashing what she hoped was a comforting smile. She didn’t care if he was weighing on her, the most important thing was that they were almost there, just a few more meters.

“We need to go,” she whispered, urging him forward as they crossed the corridor, deftly avoiding the guard's legs sprawled on the floor.

Despite the difficulties, as the merman still seemed to be dragging his feet, they managed to reach the pier. The lapping of the waves in the small canal and the smell of stale sea water tinged with humidity greeted them.

Penelope slipped out from under the young man's arm and gently guided him toward the water, casting worried glances behind her. He took off his cloak, wrapping it around her shoulders, and then slipped into the canal.

As he did, his legs immediately transformed back into his beautiful tail.

“You're free,” she murmured, kneeling down, taking a deep, relieved breath. Her hair slipped out of its bun and framed her face.

"I don't know if you can understand me, but I hope you can find your family.”

At least one of them was finally free from their glass prison.

As night bled into dawn, rosy rays of sunlight made their way past the tunnel entrance and up, reaching their point. At the faint light Penelope discerned a pair of wide, breath-taking eyes, the color of the jade, or the lush kelp forest on the seabed. Sadly, there were dark circles under them.

She lowered herself to the level of the water, her hands gripping the stone curb, the man's gleaming irises fixed on hers, making it impossible for her to look away. She was drowning in them.

She wondered if he had a name, and if she would ever meet him again.

As he lifted himself up, the merman raised his right arm, carefully placing his hand on her scarred cheek, the glint of the sun outside stretched on the surface of the canal, catching the fiery tones of his hair. Despite the cold of the water, his touch was gentle and warm, his eyes carried an affectionate tone she had never experienced before, confined as she always was in the solitude of her greenhouse.

Her heart leaped in her chest as she lowered herself towards his inviting touch.

She bit her lip, wishing she could dive into the water and disappear under the surface too. Maybe she could grow a tail of her own.

Suddenly, the merman hoisted himself up, scattering her thoughts. Without taking his eyes off her, he placed a tender, shy kiss on her lips. The pressure left her breathless before he pulled away and dived into the dark water below.

His presence was only hinted at by a whirlwind under the surface.

Penelope stood there, speechless, watching him go.

Then she heard it: a tune hummed in a low, baritone voice, echoing in the tunnel and rippling the surface of the water in tiny waves. She knew it was him, singing for her.

Tears tinged the corners of her eyes as she brought her trembling fingers to her lips. He tasted of salt with a hint of seaweed, and his voice was perfect, reminding her of the soft wailing of the wind during long winter nights. It carried the promise of unexplored lands and deserted islands, where there were no moody queens and no rules to follow. Or hash punishments for stealing a morsel of chocolate.

Without thinking, she took a deep breath and plunged her head under the water. As her hair swayed in the current around her tired face, the gentle vibrations of his voice enveloped her, soothing her heart and coaxing more tears from her stinging eyes.

In her haze, she didn't realize the hurried steps around her until she felt armored hands grasp her arms, capturing her in a firm grip.

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minecraftbookshelf · 1 year

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Marriage of State AU Fic Titles: Theories & Responses

@fanny-passerine I am absolutely blown away by how much thought and effort you put into this and it's getting it's own post because the original was getting a bit long XD

Also I do have more than this planned, i just also have a couple that are currently basically titled "Character X Does Y" right now as place holders because I have no idea what I want to title them.

An Unexpected Adventure -> this one is kind of vague, but I think it may be able being lost somewhere with people the narrator/main character usually doesn't hang out with ! In a strange situation probably. It may be something dumb that caused this adventure.

It is a bit vague, that one is one of the fic titles that was less set in stone, it was basically a mishmash of the memed line from the Hobbit movie "I'm going on an adventure!" and the first chapter title of the Hobbit Book "An Unexpected Party" I actually had a worldbuilding development while rubber-ducking at a friend that has completely changed the tone of the events of this particular one so it is probably going to be renamed. But it absolutely is and was something dumb that caused this adventure XD

0.5 Points

Divine Dust -> probably something to do with religion, so my guess is probably Xonorth or Scott, because you already talked about that religious trauma, so I can see it fit.

Definitely a bit religion heavy (tho a lot of these are, due to the nature of both the canon and by extension the au) This is actually Pix's backstory!

Down in the Meadow in the Itty Bitty Pool -> I had to search for this one because I'm french soooo cultural differences but it's a reference to a children song about three little fishes and their mother fish, and from what I get the three little fishes want to have fun without caring about consequences (like all kids) and the mother is scared they'll get lost. Then the little fishes almost get eaten. So they go back to their mother.

(I honestly think most knew about this one but I didn't so! There was a recap)

So yeah, with all the fishes I would have thought it was about the seablings, but at the same time there's 3 little fishes, not 2... But on the other hand, Jimmy is always presented as hot-blooded and fast to take decisions, from what I've seen. So my guess is that Lizzie is the mother fish and that Jimmy is the little fish wanting some freedom but putting himself in danger by doing so.

It is from that nursery song, tho I think a simplified version (and also the version I learned when I was small was very dialectal and I had to very carefully type the title so I didn't type "down by the meddy in the itty bitty poo") The relevant parts for the fic are that it's a kids song and about fish in water.

The "one sentence summary" i have jotted down for this one is "Jimmy Solidarity and the World's Longest Childhood"

1.0 Point!

Golden Fields, Copper Sands -> golden fields are Pearl, copper sands.... Well Copper King. Pixl. I think. Their relationship, and their interactions.

The golden fields are indeed Pearl! These are the copper sands

the training arena on the border of Mythland and Gilded Helianthia

This is Pearl's backstory

1.0 Points!

In the Hall of the Ocean Queen -> this one is quite clear, I think it will tackle a political meeting, maybe ? Negociations and things of this sort. "Hall" usually refers to a fancy, grand room.

There are certainly a lot of politics involved XD

This is the first big fic, the one I'm working on right now, "Local Prince Marries Tall Murder-Salamander Queen. They Fall in Love"

Just Keep Swimming -> if we take this in the literal sense, one of the seablings, or the two of them. Or it's figurative, and then I don't know. Something about focusing on keep moving. Keep living. Don't focus on anything else. Live. Or even just survive ?

You actually hit this pretty much right on the money! This is the Lizzie backstory.

1.5 Points!

Lost and Found -> Shrub, because I don't have anywhere else where to fit her, but also because the things found in a Lost and Found are usually small things, and Shrub is a gnome.... Which is small... That's a stretch I know.

Shrub plays a roll in this one but it's not her story. :D

It has the potential alternate title of Unlost.

Meddling in Dragon's Affairs -> the roseblings ! They get ender dragons at the end of the serie, right ? I believe. And also Fwhip's elytras are a little dragon coded, so...

Very close! This one is about Gem. It's part backstory part Current Events Leading Into Major Plot

0.5 Points!

Mistakes were made -> this one is gonna be about a quiproquo, I think. Maybe due to cultural differences. There must be many of them, especially with arranged marriage, so that's my guess. Or someone is gonna fall in love when they didn't plan on doing so (who does, honestly, but I'm more talking about a "them? Oh I'm fucked" moment).

The ending moments of this one are definitely "Oh I'm fucked" in vibes that's for sure, though not romantically coded in anyway. This one is a short one-shot featuring mostly Sausage and Shrub.

My Brothers Keeper -> I think it's from either from Lizzie's pov, Gem's pov, Scott's pov or Xornoth's pov, because they all have brothers, and we're talking about "my brothers keeper"...

This was the second concept i came up with for this specific au, Xornoth's backstory.

1.0 Point!

Peace in our Time -> okay isn't Katherine kingdom all about peace and negociations, or is that only a fanon belief ? So maybe that's a fic about Katherine's thoughts on being the peaceful one, hoping to achieve peace in her time ? Not my most creative guess (as if they were creative honestly) but I think it might be that.

Katherine's thing is neutrality, more than peace. Peace is mentioned of course and is a priority but her primary focus is staying out of conflicts. This is one of the titles I'm a little less certain of and am kind of hoping a better one will come to me as i actually write it, it's the Flower Husband's fic.

Rose of Fire -> Fwhip, Gem, Pearl or Sausage ! With the Wither Rose alliance. I've got a feeling it may be more about Fwhip, though. Don't ask me why. It's just a feeling.

Well your feeling is absolutely correct this is Fwip's backstory (that does heavily feature Gem and Sausage)

2.0 Points!

Wild One -> okay I always hear this wording when talking about a wild kid who has ton of energy and doesn't trust easily a little like an animal so... Young Jimmy maybe ?

I got the title from this song and it is someone's backstory, that's where I'll leave it for now :)

We're All Mad Here -> now that's a reference to Alice in Wonderland. The Mad Hatter says that about the Wonderland, I believe. Sooo it could refer to a strange empire. My guess kind of is Joey and Xornoth ? Their relationship. In canon, it's quite intense. Or Joel maybe ? With the idea that all his inhabitants are statues made in his image, it's quite... Crazy, and uncanny when you think about it. Though I don't know if it's canon on this au.

My one sentence summary for this one is "Joel, Pixlriffs, and the Consequences of Immortality Where it was Never Meant to Be"

I talked a little bit about my plans for Mezalea and how im incorporating that particular concept into it HERE

7.0 Points total!

(Also yes the first season of Empires is so much fun! I'm also a massive, lifelong fantasy nerd so there was no way I wasn't going to fall in love with it immediately, the Lord of the Rings was my First Fandom)

And thank you so much :=) I'm so glad you are enjoying the bits and pieces so far!

#imma be honest #i watched smajor and shubbles esmp s2 #up until the hermitcraft crossover #and i haven't kept up since then #i watch some streams here and there as i catch them #but mostly im just waiting for it to end so i can do what i did with s1 and just binge watch one pov at a time #im weird i know #rain rambles #marriage of state fic titles #Spotify #marriage of state au

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liminalpebble · 1 year

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The Refugee: Chapter 20

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That evening, gathered with all the departments and cabinet in the vast throne room, Lenora was grateful for the high neck and long arms of her uniform top, though they agitated her now tender skin. She would prefer that her esteemed colleagues not see the livid bruises and bite marks their king had so freely decorated her with earlier in the day.

More than anything, Lea wanted to be regarded for her competence, not perceived as Loki's war trophy who slept her way to the top. She was earning their respect but it was hard-won and (she feared) easily lost. The emperor himself was addressing every member of the citadel's departments and military about their situation.

It was indeed true that the Jotun were sweeping farther in, with the assistance of the Heksejotun, breaching into Laufeyson territory on an inexplicably ambitious military campaign, seemingly unprompted. This is what had lead a multicultural wave of refugees to come further towards the empire's capital for security. Why the Jotun were doing so and choosing this moment was relatively unknown. They needed to understand their plans and strategy. Loki addressed the linguistic wing specifically, but it wasn't necessary to spell it out. Every one of them knew the clock was ticking on solving the Heksejotun communications.

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Lea stood before several display boards in the language wing, leaning over, arms braced on the desk like a general staring down a foe. Her vision focused on one segment of the circular Heksejotun text from several weeks ago:

When the Vanir invaded the Southern Continent. Mukarn on his horse in the valley.

They had another piece of the puzzle. A historian on staff had discovered that Mukarn is a character from Heksejotun mythology who was ambushed riding his horse through a valley. Lea gripped the edge of the desk harder in frustration, mentally tallying the facts so far for the hundredth time. Many sentences, when translated, were similarly incomplete, the verb tenses were confused and seemed to change without rhyme or reason, but what raked her nerves the most was the first sentence.

As a protectorate of the empire, Queen Nadia would have told them if they had ever been planning to invade the southern regions, or had in the past. It would be impossible to hide it. The Vanir never invaded the southern continent, never even planned to, however, the second sentence indicated that they were planning some kind of ambush of the Vanir? Or perhaps communicating that someone had been ambushed by the Vanir?

Her head throbbed. When Loki swung into the room, he was in full armor. He looked about as tired as she felt but he carried himself with that haughty air he could turn on in times like this.

Lea's white knuckles released the edge of the desk a bit stiffly as she said, “Your Highness, how can we help you?”

He winked at her so only she could see. She thought, of course he could even be cheeky at a time like this, but he settled quickly into seriousness.

“Miss Lenora, I've just received this communication from Queen Nadia of the Vanir and I require quick translation.”

“Very well.” She paused, handing the message off. “Don't you mean former queen?”

He sighed, “No, actually, I've been collaborating with her and I think it's best that, though a part of our empire, she retain her regal title. She's a beloved leader of her people and she deserves to retain her status.”

Surprised and impressed by his change of mind, she nodded in approval. The junior translator interpreted the letter quickly, projecting it onto the viewing board.

Emperor Loki,

I, Queen Nadia of the Vanir am sending word of our status. First, we thank you for your swift actions of reparations within our governance, but that is not what I speak of here. As you are also experiencing, we are receiving waves of refugees from renewed Jotun activity to the south. I am planning to advance Vanir forces to the southern continent to meet the Jotun directly and perhaps slow their conquest through aggressive initial action rather than defending when they are already upon us. We have an advantage of surprise, as they would not expect us to voluntarily and spontaneously assist the empire. Additionally, we far outnumber their forces. We hope, being a protectorate of the Laufeyson Empire, you will approve of this move in both of our kingdoms' best interest. We shall ride in one hour.

Sincerely,

Queen Nadia of the Vanir

Understanding pierced Lea like a flaming arrow clear through her skull, but it hadn't seemed to hit the others just yet.

She grabbed Loki's cape and pulled him, saying quickly, “Sir, when did you get this letter?”

Loki looked at her with wide-eyed confusion, “Just now. She sent it by magic a few moments before I came into the room. Why?”

“You have to go there, right now. The Heksejotun know they're coming. They're going to be ambushed.”

He blinked in confusion, then nodded and put his arm tight around her waist, “Hold on tight, Lea.” he said, as tendril of green light flashed around them both.

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When they landed directly in the Vanir throne room, Lea dropped to the floor from the force of the teleportation, but Loki helped her scramble up to her feet. They suddenly had every spear in the room trained on their throats in threat.

“Say something!” Loki hissed to Lea.

Clearing her throat nervously, she said in perfect High Vanir, “Apologies for our intrusion. I am a translator, here with Emperor Loki and this is an emergency. We must speak to Her Highness.”

“I'm here,” came a smooth feminine voice as the spears parted to let a tall dark-skinned woman with the most stunning golden eyes approach them.

Lea curtsied and Loki bowed. “Your Highness, I am Lenora of the Morhari, translator for his Highness, Loki Laufeyson,” she said gesturing to Loki in his armor and golden horns. “I come with an urgent message. We've cracked the Heksejotun codes. They've known of your planned attack for several weeks and they are prepared to ambush you. Please, call off your campaign or your troops will be slaughtered.”

“Meet my eyes, child. That's impossible, we've only planned the attack in the last few hours,” Queen Nadia said in her lovely flowing voice. Lea did as she said and looked into those hypnotic golden pools of light. “How do they know this?”

“Ma'am I've only just solved it. Several week ago the Heksejotun referenced your battle plan as if it had already taken place. We thought it was a mistaken reference to something. Then I realized, they're a witch people. Like Asgardian or Midgardian witches, they have some sight into the future and a strange sense of time, hence the writing backwards and forwards at once, the confused verb tenses, etc. But with the Heksejotun, when one receives a vision they all receive it, and can refer to it among themselves. And because so much of their language and code is metaphorically based, we thought it was simply that, not referring to something that was actually...literally...about to happen.”

“Pardon me, most-esteemed ladies, but can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?” Loki hollered.

“Queen Nadia, Emperor Loki politely requests that I relay to him what I have just told you.”

The queen laughed, flashing a stunning smile. “Don't bother, my dear. Men get so fussy when we're a few steps ahead, don't they? Allow me.” She touched a hand to his head in a golden glow. In an instant, knowledge of everything they had just said was funneled into his mind.

Loki said, a little stunned, “Okay...okay I'm following now.”

“Thanks for joining us,” said Lea sarcastically.

Nadia spoke, then Lea translated.

“She says that she is eternally grateful to us for saving her army today.” Loki nodded to the queen in response.

As she approached Lea, the monarch seemed to glide in her yellow silk dress rather than walk. “But it is you Lenora of the Morhari, who have my greatest thanks and respect,” she said with a wide smile of her full dark lips and perfectly white teeth. Lea thought that this woman must be the most beautiful she had ever seen. As she came closer, Lea was frozen in place with awe. “A gift for you, good Lady Lenora. Be well.”

Nadia kissed her forehead and held her lovely hands to either side of Lenora's head. As she stayed there, a liquid golden light washed over the whole of Lea's body and then subsided. Just as when she gave Loki immediate understanding, she had given Lea immediate knowledge of what her gift was.

“Thank you, Your Majesty” Lea said kneeling. Then in a flash of light Lea and Loki were again standing in the linguistics hall in a disoriented haze.

When they landed, Lea stumbled a little but righted herself abruptly, and immediately addressed the department, about her discovery of the Heksejotun's shared foresight. This could be a golden key, not only to unlocking the language but having predictions about the future and insights about their enemy's strategy. Lea hastily ordered that all previous and incoming intercepted communications be analyzed for anomalies similar to the clue of the Vanir. This was monumental.

Lea finally took a breath as the others scurried to their assigned work. She was barely aware that Loki was still in the room, until she turned to him and his enormously proud grin. “Clever girl,” he quipped smoothly, beaming. She returned his elated expression and then abruptly lost consciousness. The last thing she saw was Loki coming towards her and a flash of green light.

@goblingirlsarah @lokisgoodgirl @gigglingtigger @unlucky-number-13 @peaches1958 @thenerdyoldersister @thedistractedagglomeration Thank you all for reading along!

#loki fanfic

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tsuki-sennin · 11 months

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I missed a whopping five episodes of King-Ohger. ...I've had a rough couple months. I hate job hunting more than I can put into words.

Enough about that though, I'll make things fun for myself today~!

Here's how this is gonna go down. I'll watch episodes 14-16, comment on them as I do so, and you're (maybe if you want to) gonna read. An hour and a half of content today.

Strap in folks, this is gonna be a long one. Spoilers, I guess...

-Jeremy's taking over the world at rapid speed.

-Oh hey, Gerojim.

-Here comes Himeno. ...sorry, I uh... don't really think I can take the other spelling seriously.

-"Tell me the truth, and nothing but the truth."

-"Ehhhhh...I don't really know what Cicada does in their spare time, I'm not their Dad- Oh, too soon~? :3"

-Ohgai Busou.

-Yeah that's an easy way to get stabbed Jeremy.

-Oh hot damn, she cut right through the spider silk.

-That's not a small feat.

-Thank you, Gerojim!

-"I am way beyond the need for calm right now."

-Oh shit, Dezzy training arc.

-You're a water strider, you live like a year maximum.

-"She got your swords back. You're welcome, by the way."

-"Rita! Do you support the death penalty?"

-Gira's picked up on her intent. ...and has been made to follow along~!

-Off he goes.

-"I'll hand down Jeremy's death sentence myself."

-And you just left him laying there, Morphonia?

-"It was really loud. I need a nap."

-"I need pictures Morphonia. Pictures of Spider-Man."

-Snowman Pain.

-"Perjury? No no no, it's simply embellishing~!"

-TARANCHINO

-Well here comes the boss.

-"Oh nooooooo..."

-His sideshow days have come to haunt him.

-"I really needed a nap, Your Magistry."

-"Seeing as you were sleeping inside a cage for a roadside attraction, I do believe that you are innocent beyond reasonable doubt on the charge of invoking the Fury of the Gods. However, you are guilty of being a fucking moron, therefore Himeno Ran's suspicion of you and your behavior was entirely justified."

-I suppose a few years of regency wasn't an option?

-Jeremy has failed to read the room.

-"I know something she might wanna know. Do you know that kid's show character Moffun?"

-"Speak now, Jeremy of the clan Spiders."

-It seems Gira is 1000 years too early to fight Amenjim.

-Mantis Style~!

-Hot girl shit.

-Strong and beautiful indeed.

-They interrupted our Sunday broadcast! Those motherfuckers!

-"Listen up, scrubs! Queen Headchomper needs you to find this guy right here. Catch him and bring him to her."

-"There will be a big reward in it for you if you dooooo~!"

-GIRA WHOA KHJM>HG

-"You're an ugly-ass bitch!"

-Masashi Ikeda's expressions are very good.

-"Moffun and Me... Do you know from where it came from?"

-So someone saw this poor kid all alone at the top... and gave her a chance to learn in a way she'd know.

-...man, that's.. .that''s so sweet.

-"They put me in a cage, Your Highness!"

-God Tarantula!

-Hi Kabutaaaan!

-Hop to the top, Grasshopper style!

-Friends :)

-"Have you ever heard of the practice of beetle fighting?"

-Alright! Takin' charge!

-And an insert song~!

-This is the good shit.

-"I mean... I can't really ask for anything else." :)

-Oh HAI Racules.

-Kaguragi's mysterious sister.

-"Do you wish to visit her?"

-Episode 15~

-I love how Jeremy refers to himself in the third person during the

-BEEEEEEES!

-"Hell? SUZUME!? Goddammit, I need to take this... Yo~!"

-"Kaguragi! It's Racules. You know that spider guy? Jeremy? Yeah, I wanna talk to him now. Go invite him over for me."

-Oh man, that looks good.

-Kaguragi the revolutionary.

Jeremy: Do you know why bees are black and yellow in coloration? It's because they evolved to warn predators that they've- Yanma: Cliff Notes, nerd.

-"Sister~! He's got a sister!"

-Jeremy dips.

-"NYAHAHAHA!", huh Gira?

-Oh

-Rita's total lack of reaction is as much of a condemnation as Yanma's face palm.

-Kidnapping a princess in real life.

-"Do I really have to kill the hoo-Mans? Sorryyyyyyy!"

-There goes flyboy.

-"You're supposed to be up to your eyeballs in maggots right now, Dead Guy."

-N'Kosopa tech~!

-"...thermal insulation?"

-hjlklhg

-Poor Kogane... she has no stage presence.

-"Gira's not evil!"

-Hard to catch a cab so early in the day, huh?

-Meeting of the minds, right here.

-Hot damn, Jeremy.

-"Please, Racules... let her be free once more!"

-"Mmmmmm... sorry, you're gonna have to ask her."

-GIRA YOU

-How'd you even get up there like that?

-Very cute that being nice works out better for Gira.

-And now we've done it! Good morning, Suzume.

-For five seconds, Kaguragi was the most terrified man on Tikyu.

-Oh

-"Wacuwes-samaaaaaa :3"

-Seems like Yanma's suspicion has been totally renewed.

-"Hmmmmmm... Nah~!"

-Even Jeremy had no way to predict this.

-"And I'll be Sir Racules's little pogchamp~!"

-Vassal state.

-I am deeply invested right now.

-Oh you guys got here fast

-The ball is in your court, Kaguragi.

-"Toufu fights for peace. With nothing less than our whole being, I offer it to you!"

-Gira is dead.

-There is no way he should've survived that.

-Fly Boy Strikes~

-Kuwagata Ohger! Now with less yellow!

-"Oh, don't worry, you're fine! ...you just gotta learn how to lie first!"

-Jeremy intervenes once more.

-"The Spider is now a Man!"

-Knight! Knight! Tarantula Knight!

-"Oh~!"

-Pede Chainsaw...

-Okay, very cool robo design.

-Kaguragi doesn't even comment.

-"I'm weak to Family Matters... that Reginald VelJohnson could talk me into anything."

-Kaguragi can't cry. After all, Suzume isn't.

-"Worry not, my dear Prince..."

-OH

-Well goddamn, guess she's got quite the backbone.

-"It's all done, Lord Racules."

-Taking the initiative, huh?

-There's a lot to the silver-colored beetle.

-TINY RITA

-"I'M AN ABOMINATION! And I'm coming to your house after Schooooool~!"

-I wonder how expensive PreShabana gets?

-Rita struggles with their desire.

-"I will store it here then. I am awesome."

-Morphonia with the accidental ethical save.

-15 years...

-"Not tomorrow. I can't."

-Their first ever trial was a murder.

-Pulling a Phoenix Wright at the age of ten.

-I won't lie tho, she does give me big Franziska energy.

-That must be Siron.

-"A shitty husband broke both his Hippocratic Oath and his bond of marriage. That is and always will be the truth of the LS-47 incident."

-A 15 year old murder case with new evidence- Oh fuck, this is Ace Attorney!

-Back to work

-"This is to scawy for me."

-WHOA 5!?

-Jesus Christ, talk about inflating your kid's job resume for the market.

-...wish I could do that.

-Snow Elves!

-Ah yep, that's a Kaijim.

-"Well, that didn't work out. Oh well~"

-Poor Jeremy, he bought it too much.

-"What better for the world than peace?" Racules sneered.

-Moffun-less once more.

-"This was previously claimed as evidence. Please accept it back, Himeno."

-Poor butterfly.

-"Oh."

-"The Fury of the Gods... the LS-47 case. They may very well be inextricably linked."

-And away Rita walks.

-Pestes rex eris!

-Here comes Jeremy.

-God Scorpion's venom.

-No peace for us, I'm afraid.

-Karras is alive.

-She put a 10 year old in charge of an entire justice system. How... immeasurably competent is Rita?

-That is some insane planning.

-"Are you sure you want to put a fucking baby in charge?"

-"Take pride in your weakness."

-Regency doesn't exist in Tikyuu, I guess.

-Find your wife, king.

-Oh, battle time!

-OH

-Heterochromia, huh?

-Holy damn.

-"Ah don't worry :3"

-Guilty as charged.

-"No, no, you didn't fail~! You just... learned something important for us~"

-Oh hey, Jeremy.

-Got webs. Must be a retiarius.

-Cicada Blade!

-Premium Moffuns!

-Hewwo, Himeno

-"You gave me the benefit of the doubt."

-Moffun get

-"Thank you."

-Adorable :)

-Oh, we're done here then.

-Oh FUCK

-Hello, Racules.

-He's about to take a high dive off the deep end, isn't he?

-Well, that's gonna have to wait a little. I'll reconvene with you later-ish.

#Rejoice O Swarming Evil! You're My King!#kingohger spoilers #kingohger #ohsama sentai kingohger

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jasmariswonderland · 1 year

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“It’s Not Easy Being Queen” ~ Sidonie’s Dorm Uniform Vignette (1/3)

“Upon this noble rose I swear to devote myself to the pursuit of true beauty.”

In the aftermath brought on by the cultural festival, Sidonie finds herself more at odds with her dorm leaders than ever before. But when a sudden crisis leaves Pomefiore completely without leadership, will Sidonie be able to step up and finally find her place within her dorm?

Set during the events of Book 6.

~~~

Thirty minutes before the charrons infiltrate the school...

Sidonie: Good morning, Danica. You’re up early.

Danica: Yes, Vil-san said he wanted me to join him and Rook for a meeting at Ramshackle.

Sidonie: …

Danica: I’m guessing it’s regarding the VDC, the festival is over but perhaps now Vil-san has come to his senses. Where is he?

Sidonie: …

Danica: Sidonie-san?

Sidonie: Danica…Vil has already left for Ramshackle. In fact, he and Rook left about an hour ago.

Danica: An hour ago?! But…I thought we were meeting at nine on the dot! That’s what Vil-san told me so why…

Sidonie: …

Danica: Wait…did…they leave without me on purpose??

Sidonie: *sighs* I don’t want to make assumptions but…

Danica: But what? Did…you know?!

Sidonie: I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…

Danica: But last night Vil-san told me he had something very important to tell me. Why would he change his mind without telling me?

Sidonie: I couldn’t say, my dear. I’m…as confused as you are. *sees Danica’s saddened face* But you can always ask him when they get back.

Danica: *sighs* I guess…

Sidonie: But in the meantime, I’m about to head over to Hearslabyul. How would you like to join me to collect some roses? I know you have a few girlfriends in that dorm too.

Danica: Yeah…I could stand to leave the dorm for a little while. Sure I’ll come with you, Sidonie-san.

Sidonie: Great! Let’s be on our way.

~~~

Sidonie: *standing with Danica* That’s odd, I called ahead and Trey said he’d meet us here. It’s been almost fifteen minutes but feel odd just going in without someone knowing we’re here.

Danica: Maybe call Riddle? He’s usually here around this time so maybe…

???: He is not here. And neither should you.

Danica: …?!

*A tall male Heartslabyul student approaches them. Danica appears alarmed but Sidonie smiles*

Sidonie: Oh, hello. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

???: Indeed it has. *to Danica* And who are you? A freshman I presume?

Danica: Uh…yes, but don’t you think you should first tell me you you are first?

???: And why should I do that?

Danica: …

Sidonie: *laughing* Danica, this is Sinclair Halophor, a third year. He’s in the science club with me. Sinclair, this is my protégée Danica.

Sinclair: I see, well Miss Danica is certainly in good hands. Though I admit I’m surprised to see you two here. What brings you to Heartslabyul?

Sidonie: We’re here to collect some roses, but on that note, have you seen Riddle yet today? Or maybe Trey?

Sinclair: Trey just left out, which is why I said you two shouldn’t be here.

Sidonie: Hmm? What do you mean by…

*before she can finish her sentence, her and Danica’s phones go off in unison*

Sinclair: You should maybe check that.

*Sidonie picks up her phone and her eyes go wide as she reads aloud a message from Professor Trein*

Sidonie: “Effective immediately, Night Raven College is under a state of emergency and I am currently acting as headmage with the sudden absence of Dire Crowley. Students are highly advised shelter in place at their respective dorms.”

Danica: I got that message too! What happened? Sinclair-senpai, do you know?

Sinclair: I do not know. Only that Trey was summoned to the Mirror Chamber not too long ago. And I overheard some of the others talking about explosions being heard over by Ramshackle dorm. But weather or not both events are related, who can say?

Danica: Explosions…over by…*gasps*

Sidonie: Danica…

Danica: Vil-san is over there! So are Epel, Kalim and Yuulan!

Sidonie: And Rook too, and Jamil.

Sinclair: Indeed, two of my dorm’s freshmen were on their way to Ramshackle as well. It is concerning to say the least.

Danica: Sidonie-san! We have to go back to Pomefiore now!

Sidonie: Yes, I agree. We can collect roses another time. *to Sinclair* Let me know what Trey says when he comes back.

Sinclair: If he comes back.

*Sidonie turns back to look at him curiously, he looks at her in a way she can’t decipher right away*

Sidonie: Sinclair, what did you mean by…

Sinclair: We shall talk later. *smiling* Best hurry back to Pomefiore, Sidonie.

~~~

*When Sidonie and Danica return to the dorm, they find Rook, Maximilian, Farron and a bunch of other students crowded in the lounge, many sound worried*

Maximilian: Floyd and I saw them! They were hella scary, like out of some dystopian film! And they took Leona, he didn’t even put up a fight!

Pomefiore Student A: What?! That IS scary!

Pomefiore Student B: Rook-san! You said you were there! Why didn’t you stop them?!

Pomefiore Student C: But why would they take the dorm leaders?!

Farron: Everyone, please! I know we’re all scared but we mustn’t panic!

Sidonie: Farron! We’re back!

Farron: Thank goodness, I was beginning to worry. The headmage disappeared and Professor Trein is now in charge of the school.

Danica: What happened?! We heard there was…

*Danica catches sight of Rook and goes silent, he folds his arms in silence*

Sidonie: Rook-san, what happened at Ramshackle? We heard there was an explosion, and with what Maxim just shared with us…

Rook: It appears there were similar incidents all over the school.

Farron: Yes, Cater just told me. Over at the stables, Riddle was taken by a group of strange robotic creatures. They called themselves “charrons” and were extremely violent with powerful magic. Apparently Leona, Azul and Idia were taken by the same group.

Sidonie: Merciful Sevens…that’s more than half of our dorm leaders…

Danica: But what about…

Farron: …

Danica: What about Vil-san?

Farron: …

Sidonie: And Kalim and Jamil?

Farron: I…Rook, I think you should tell them, after all you were there.

Rook: The charrons stormed Ramshackle dorm and left completely decimated. We tried fighting them off but were unsuccessful.

Sidonie: But…does that mean…?

Rook: *sighs* And it the wake, our beloved dorm leader, ur beautiful Vil, was taken hostage. Along with Jamil.

Danica: No…no…*she becomes pale and short of breath*

Sidonie: Jamil too?! What’s happening?! Why…

Danica: VIL!!!!

Farron: Danica! *Danica collapses and he catches her in his arms as she begins sobbing*

Sidonie: …

Pomefiore Student A: So what does that mean for us?!

Maximilian: We have no dorm leader and our headmage has gone MIA!

Pomefiore Student B: What’s going to happen to Vil?!

*the Pomefiore students begin panicking again but Sidonie loudly claps her hands*

Sidonie: That’s enough! Everyone! *the room goes silent* You are all forgetting that each dorm has not one dorm leader but two! What happened to Vil is scary but as Farron said before, we mustn’t panic! Not until we have further information!

Rook: Oui, now, the first thing Professor Trein instructed of us was to take a roll call of all our students. Madame Etheree, care to assist me?

(...)

Sidonie: Wait, Epel isn’t here. All are accounted for except for him!

Rook: Worry not for Monsieur Crabapple, I personally escorted him to the infirmary after the charrons departed. He is safe.

Danica: …

Sidonie: *sighs with relief* That’s good, I guess that’s all we can do for now until Professor Trein tells us more.

Danica: I hope…Vil-san will be alright.

Sidonie: I know you’re worried, dear. But please try not to fret, not untl we know for sure what is happening.

Danica: I know, it’s just…I’m so scared. Especially because I was supposed to be at that meeting!

Rook: …

Danica: What could have happened to him?! Maybe if we had met up earlier, like we initially planned…

Rook: …

Danica: …then this wouldn't have happened!

Farron: We can’t say that with any certainty, Cygnet.

Danica: I know that, but…but…

Rook: Everyone please return to your rooms for the time being, we will gather again here this evening. *Danica sighs and leaves the lounge along with the other students, as they leave, Rook turns to Sidonie* Madame Etheree, a word, s’il vous plait?

Sidonie: Of course, there’s something I wanted to ask you anyway. Let’s go into the hallway.

~~~

Sidonie: Rook, why did you and Vil go to Ramshackle without Danica? Did either of you know this was going to happen?

Rook: Certainly not! We were as taken aback by the charrons as everyone else! Why would you ask such a thing?

Sidonie: No, I’m sorry. That was a silly question. It’s just when you told me this morning that you two were leaving without her, it left me very perplexed. And needless to say she was very upset.

Rook: I understand, but this sudden crisis has nothing to do with that. The truth was, we planned to meet at eight o clock all along. Vil deliberately gave her the incorrect meeting time.

Sidonie: What?! But why…?

Rook: Danica’s feelings regarding the VDC are still extremely volatile. I…I mean, Vil didn’t want her opposition to cause further strife with the other NRC Tribe members.

Sidonie: So you both lied to her? Why not just tell her the truth?

Rook: Sidonie…

Sidonie: And what do you mean by volatile? You both broke her heart in more ways than one! Why shouldn’t she be upset?

Rook: It was a difficult decision but sometimes being a dorm leader requires making tough decisions, even for vice dorm leaders. It was bad enough that Danica went ahead and told other Pomefiore students about what happened.

Sidonie: …

Rook: Vil couldn’t allow for her to cause more dissent and now that the VDC has concluded, would it not be better for us all that harmony be restored to the dorm?

Sidonie: But what kind of harmony is built on lies? I’m sorry but if I was…I mean…I’m not sure I would do the same thing if I were in Vil’s place.

Rook: And that brings me to my next point.

Sidonie: Hmm?

Rook: I was very impressed with the level of initiative you took out in the lounge. The way you call everyone to attention and assisted me with the roll call. With all that in mind, I have decided to entrust you with a massive responsibility in this current crisis.

Sidonie: What do you mean?

Rook: Pomefiore requires leadership now, more than ever. Come what may, we cannot allow our beautiful dorm to fall into anarchy and chaos.

Sidonie: Yes, I agree. Which is why I am thankful the charrons did not take you as well.

Rook: …

Sidonie: I will try my best to help you out as best as I can.

Rook: But you see, madame, that’s just it. I will unfortunately not be here to help you.

Sidonie: HUH?!

Rook: When Vil was taken, I came to a horrific realization! He wasn’t carrying any of his skin products! And with his magazine cover shoot next week…

Sidonie: EXCUSE ME?!

Rook: As one who’s devoted his life to the pursuit and defense of beauty, I cannot allow this! I must go to the Isle of Woe!

Sidonie: WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?! You can’t just leave Pomefiore unsupervised!

Rook: *smiling* Ah but I’m not, I am leaving Pomefiore in very capable hands! And in her care, I can search for Vil in full confidence that all will be well here.

Sidonie: Capable…hands? YOU MEAN?!

Rook: Sidonie Lilyth, starting now until Vil is safely returned to NRC, you shall be dorm leader of Pomefiore and handle all matters here in my place.

Sidonie: !!!

Rook: From the moment you set foot in this dorm over a year ago, you have proven yourself time and again as a radiant and tenacious deciple of the teachings of the Fairest Queen. And in the last few months, you have grown greater still.

Sidonie: Rook…

Rook: The way you have guided Danica and the way you set the example for Epel and the other freshmen. I would not think to leave Pomefiore to anyone else but you.

Sidonie: Your flattery touches me, really. But please think for a moment!

Rook: Oh, I have put much thought into this, madame. And it may come as a surprise to you that your name has come up on more than one occasion when Vil and I discuss our potential successors once we graduate.

Sidonie: I…really? *she smiles briefly but then shakes her head* I mean…that’s nice to know but right now, don’t you think it would be unwise to leave Pomefiore in the hands of someone like me? Do you really think… *she pauses for a moment*

Rook: Madame?

Sidonie: I…How long would I have to do this? And do you think it will take for you to find the Isle of Woe? And find Vil?

Rook: Unfortunately, I cannot say with any certainty, but alas, the longer I stay here, the more time slips away. I must depart now, while the sky is still alight with day.

Sidonie: *sighs* I know there is nothing I can say to convince you otherwise, but what I will say is that I really hope you know what you’re doing.

Rook: *smiling* Fear not, cherie. I shall return, at the side of our beloved dorm leader once more! And with that, I bid you adieu!

*Rook runs off, leaving Sidonie alone in the hallway*

Sidonie: Well, this was NOT how I expected today to go, so much happening in such a small window of time. *looks around her* It’s still relatively early so I guess I have a little time to consider what I will say at this evening’s meeting. I guess the first thing I should do is…

*sound of footsteps rushing towards her*

Farron: Sidonie! I’m glad I’ve found you! We have a big problem!

Sidonie: Oh good, Farron. Just the person I was about to find. And if by problem you mean Rook leaving us, I already know. He’s…

Farron: Yes I know about that, but Rook leaving Pomefiore isn’t what I mean! It’s Danica! She…she…

Sidonie: She what? Tell me, Farron! Spit it out!

Farron: She’s following Rook to the Isle of Woe!

Sidonie: !!!

- TO BE CONTINUED -

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #pomefiore oc #OC: Sidonie #things i write

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imhereforscm · 9 months

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Good morning ✨ 💛

HIIIII, SUGAR CUBES😘😘😘😘

It's 3:30 pm over here✨

Today was a cold day (not too cold. It was comfortable) and I LOVE IT🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ It rained a bit too and I really liked my outfit, sooo(⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡(⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

And I had hot coffee after months, which was lovely(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

AND LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN🥺🥺🥺

(Rambling starts beneath the cut)

I MENTIONED ORDERING 3 BOOKS BEFORE AND THEY'RE FINALLY HERE

(It came in hardback and the texture is fabric-like AND BEAUTIFUL!!!! THE PAGES ARE BLACK AT THE CORNERS😭💖💖💖💖💖🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖)

The premise by Goodreads:

A love story between a vampire and a werewolf by the creator of the enormously popular Sarah's Scribbles comics.

Elsie the vampire is three hundred years old, but in all that time, she has never met her match. This all changes one night in a bar when she meets Jimmy, a charming werewolf with a wry sense of humor and a fondness for running wild during the full moon. Together they enjoy horror films and scary novels, shady strolls, fine dining (though never with garlic), and a genuine fondness for each other’s unusual habits, macabre lifestyles, and monstrous appetites.

First featured as a webcomic series on Tapas, Fangs chronicles the humor, sweetness, and awkwardness of meeting someone perfectly suited to you but also vastly different. Filled with Sarah Andersen’s beautiful gothic illustrations and relatable relationship humor, Fangs has all the makings of a cult classic.

Basically, it's a VERY cheesy story about a vampire and a werewolf dating, which is right up my alley!😩😩😩🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 I love cheesy love!!! I am cheesy!! And it's a graphic novel🙃🙃✨✨

Premise by Goodreads:

Hocus Pocus and Practical Magic meets the Salem Witch trials in this haunting story about three sisters on a quest for revenge—and how love may be the only thing powerful enough to stop them.

Welcome to the cursed town of Sparrow…

Where, two centuries ago, three sisters were sentenced to death for witchery. Stones were tied to their ankles and they were drowned in the deep waters surrounding the town.

Now, for a brief time each summer, the sisters return, stealing the bodies of three weak-hearted girls so that they may seek their revenge, luring boys into the harbor and pulling them under.

Like many locals, seventeen-year-old Penny Talbot has accepted the fate of the town. But this year, on the eve of the sisters’ return, a boy named Bo Carter arrives; unaware of the danger he has just stumbled into.

Mistrust and lies spread quickly through the salty, rain-soaked streets. The townspeople turn against one another. Penny and Bo suspect each other of hiding secrets. And death comes swiftly to those who cannot resist the call of the sisters.

But only Penny sees what others cannot. And she will be forced to save Bo, or save herself.

Premise by Goodreads:

A sumptuously magical, brand new take on a tale as old as time—read the Beast's side of the story at long last.

I am neither monster nor man—yet I am both.

I am the Beast.

The day I was cursed to this wretched existence was the day I was saved—although it did not feel so at the time.

My redemption sprung from contemptible roots; I am not proud of what I did the day her father happened upon my crumbling, isolated chateau. But if loneliness breeds desperation then I was desperate indeed, and I did what I felt I must. My shameful behaviour was unjustly rewarded.

My Isabeau. She opened my eyes, my mind and my heart; she taught me how to be human again.

And now I might lose her forever.

Lose yourself in this gorgeously rich and magical retelling of The Beauty and the Beast that finally lays bare the beast's heart.

I'M SO EXCITED FOR "BEAUTY AND THE BEAST" CONTENT!!!! I ADORE THIS FAIRY TALE SO MUCH!!!! THAT AND THE "QUEEN OF SNOW" ARE MY TWO FAVOURITE FAIRY TALES!!🤧🤧💖💖💖💖💖💖

So these were the books I got!(⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡ I wanna start Fangs RIGHT FREAKING NOW (⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)(⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)(⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)(⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)(⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)

Also--

I got us another dog. I named it Rabbit. I already have Apple. And now I can have Rabbit and Apple!✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧ (rabbit apple)

BTW-

I'm gonna edit the next part of Two Different Worlds and then post it later during the day (if all goess well and/or I'm not too distracted by pretty books lol).

I wish you all a wonderful day and/or night, babes!!!

#book recommendations

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Just for practice | kth

↳ Summary: “I think we should normalise giving head to your friends as practice.”

↳ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, slight Hoseok x reader

↳ Genre: Smut, pwp, some plot i guess, best friend! Taehyung

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word count: 5.3k

↳ Warnings: swearing, lip biting, hickies, oral (both female and male receiving), rough blowjobs, spanking, fingering, squirting, big dick! Tae, possessiveness/jealousy, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls), dom/sub themes, Taehyung calls reader lots of pet names (sweetheart, darling, good girl), degradation, biting, slight cockwarming

↳ a/n: I’ve been having major writer’s block while writing confident :( however, i saw this tweet which prompted this lil oneshot hope you enjoy

Jung Hoseok [ 2:15 PM ]

Am I gonna see you at Seokjin’s tomorrow?

You [ 2:16 PM ]

I’ll be there :)

Jung Hoseok [ 2:18 PM ]

You’re not gonna run away from me this time, right?

You [ 2:20 PM ]

No of course not haha

Jung Hoseok [ 2:21 PM ]

Is that a promise princess?

A sigh flies out of your mouth like wind through a window and you’re shucking off your glasses in an instant. Hoseok’s texts bringing back a flurry of memories that you wish to forget.

“Do you need help with your essay again?”

Your eyes are strained when they try to focus on Taehyung, your shoulders shrug in defeat. “No, I’m fine. It’s just-”

Taehyung knows immediately, he is your best friend after all. “Let me guess, It’s Hoseok isn’t it?”

You slump in your seat while a pout is cutely drawn onto your face, you nod with dismay. “I really like him Tae, and every time we see each other, It’s like the universe has it out for me and tries to make sure I embarrass myself in front of him.”

Taehyung shuts his laptop because he knows there's no use in trying to write an essay while you speak about your utterly tragic love life. He thinks about your situation for a minute before he speaks.

“Yes, you might’ve spilled your beer on him and accidentally punched him in the eye, more than once. But, if he’s still texting you he’s obviously still into you. It’s a good sign sweetheart.” Taehyung pats your hand across the coffee table, a comforting smile adorning his handsome face.

Taehyung doesn’t know the full extent of your problem and the more you think about it the more embarrassing it becomes. So you smile back at him uttering a small thank you before turning back to your laptop.

Taehyung raises a brow, “wait, wait, hang on, something is still bothering you.”

You frown, “it’s embarrassing.”

Taehyung shuffles around the corner of the coffee table as if you’re about to tell him a secret, though it’s just the two of you in his small apartment. “Just tell me, it can’t be that bad.”

“Taehyung it is that bad.” You tilt your head at him, pulling up the sleeves of your sweater around your tiny fists. “You’re gonna laugh at me.”

Taehyung feigns shock at your words, his hands placed on his heart for dramatic effect. “I would never laugh, and frankly I’m offended you think that low of me.”

You roll your eyes, turning your body more towards him, deciding it wouldn't hurt letting Taehyung know the thoughts plaguing your mind. “Well, you know how Hoseok and I have been kind of flirty lately, right?” He nods in understanding.

“I can tell he wants more than that, you know? His touches are small but I know exactly what he’s suggesting, and don’t get me wrong, the feeling is completely mutual because trust me I want that too. Really bad.”

Taehyung hums, interrupting your soon-to-be graphic rambling. “I totally get it Y/N. Now let’s stop beating around the bush so I can help you.”

If Taehyung were a girl, this would be so much easier. You curse your eight-year-old self who just had to become friends with a boy because God, how do you even start?

Taehyung is a patient man, always giving you space before helping you but, in this situation, you feel it’s best to just rip the band-aid off. Taehyung if you can read my mind, please don’t laugh at me.

“I’venevergivensomeoneablowjob.”

You speak so suddenly, Taehyung’s not so sure he heard you correctly. “Huh?”

“Goddammit Tae”, you rub and your temples and avoid his stare. “I’ve never given someone a blowjob!”

His eyes are wide. “Oh”

You hide your face into the table while your body internally cringes. At least he didn’t laugh. “See! You do think it’s bad.”

“I’m just surprised to be honest”, he reassures, leaning back onto his palms, strong brows pulled together in thought. “Shit Y/N, have you really never sucked a dick before?”

Sure, you’ve had sex many times (most of which have been extremely disappointing) but, it seems that most of your hookups want to get straight into fucking. No foreplay, no nothing. Just unseasoned, pleasureless fucking.

A groan rumbles out of your throat, “It just never happened! They were all about that hump and dump lifestyle I guess.”

Taehyung is utterly baffled at your statement. In Taehyung’s books, It is compulsory to treat every women like a queen. Preparing and edging them the perfect amount of times to see them crumble so sensually by his very doing. To Taehyung, seeing a woman cry out his name from experiencing the most explosive, leg-shaking orgasm was always his favourite part.

This is why Taehyung is absolutely shattered for you. “So, you’re also telling me no one has ever eaten you out?” You miserably nod, “that’s actually fucking evil!”

His words do not ease you one bit as you throw your head onto the seat behind you. “The way you say it makes me feel even worse. This is the sole reason why I run away from Hoseok and make a fool out of myself.”

Taehyung doesn’t say anything, the air floating around carrying an awkward silence. You don’t really care and you don’t expect Taehyung to think of a solution. Plus, you’re already embarrassed enough.

You might as well leave and ask one of your girlfriends for help, maybe finish your essay while you’re at it. You sigh, shutting your laptop and stacking your books together.

However, the next sentence that flies out of Taehyung’s mouth makes you stop dead in your tracks.

“I think I’ve figured out how I can help you.”

Wiggling back into a comfortable seating position, you lean into Taehyung with interest. “And how might you help me, dear Taehyung?”

He eyes you nervously, his fingers fiddling with his chunky rings, “You trust me, right?”

You smile, “yeah, of course, you’re my best friend Tae.”

An exhale puffs out of his mouth. “Why not practice on me?”

You almost choke on your spit. You definitely did not expect him to say that. “Could you repeat that please?”

A new glint of mischief sparkles in his eye. “Why not let me teach you how to give Hoseok the blowjob of his life and in return, I’ll eat you out”

Your brain is having a meltdown.

“You’re fucking crazy”, you wail. “You actually want me to suck your dick?”

He brings his hands up in defence, “I think we should normalize giving head to your friends as practice, I don’t think it’s such a bad idea. Think about it, you get to learn and cum at the same time.”

You won’t lie to yourself, the proposal is tempting and in all honesty, Taehyung is hot as fuck. You will forever thank the Gods above for blessing you with the delicious sight that is your best friend. However, the proposition puts you in an odd spot.

Apprehensive about your thoughts, you state your unease, “I-I don’t know Taehyung, don’t you think this might ruin our friendship?” An exhale, “have you seriously thought of me that way?”

Taehyung chuckles, it’s deep and totally unexpected to your question. “Sweetheart, there are many things that go on inside my head involving you. And to answer your question, they’re not completely innocent.”

A startled gasp is ripped from your throat and your stomach flutters with a dangerous mix of nervousness, thrill and dare you say arousal.

Never in your life would you have imagined Kim Taehyung, your best friend since grade school, seeing you in such an inviting way. To make matters worse, It was intimidating to think about his fair share of experience and the long line of women backing up the fact that Taehyung was indeed some sort of sex demon.

Of course, you felt the same way. How could you not! The man was practically an incarnation of a Greek God. Broad sturdy shoulders that sat atop thick muscular thighs, and how could you forget his gorgeous fingers.

You’d die before you admit it, but there have been many nights where you have found yourself thinking about what his pretty long fingers could do to you. Those nights always ended with a mess of your sheets and a wetness between your thighs. It was your dirty little secret, however, it seems Taehyung also had some of his own.

His sharp eyes storm with darkness when he speaks, “don’t lie Y/N, I know you’ve had some dirty thoughts about me up in that pretty little head of yours.”

Pink blossoms over your cheeks like wildfire because he’s so terrifyingly right. “I don’t even need to touch you sometimes, one look and you’re a goner.” You gulp. “Look at you right now.” His gaze drops down to your thighs. “All my talking making you so needy, you need to clench your thighs to keep it together.”

He smiles, though it’s not his usual boxy, boyish smile. It’s dangerous and seductive almost smirking and shit when did he get so close to you? Your breathing is erratic and you have no idea how you could be so anxious yet so amorous at the same time.

Your heart beats rapidly in your ears. “This is just for practice, right?”

Taehyung curses under his breath, “just for practice sweetheart.”

You don’t get to respond.

His lips are hesitant at first when they meet yours, yet his hands say the opposite. They start at your waist and tickle their way down to your stiff hands. Ever so gently, he pries them open, intertwining his long fingers with yours, and God, did his hands feel so right.

Your nerves dissipate slowly but surely as you allow him to explore your mouth with his skilful tongue.

Much to Taehyung’s dismay, he finds you releasing your fingers from his own. Your hands flying to the nape of his neck, ultimately bringing him closer to you, deepening the kiss. Taehyung moans in delight when you tug at his long curls, you bite his lip in reply while lust paints your vision and dampens your panties.

Taehyung never knew he would miss the feeling of your lips against his when he painfully pushes himself away to situate himself comfortably on the couch. It was time for the lesson to begin.

You pout at the distance, trying to wiggle close until he motions for you to get into a particular position. Your insides swell with eagerness.

His voice is sweet and his hands are delicate when he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Get down on your knees for me sweetheart.” You obey immediately. He smirks at your sinking form. “Good girl.”

You swear right then and there your pussy had gained a working heartbeat at his words. The unfamiliar pulse thumping as if it were trying to break loose from the constraints of your sweatpants.

Your eyes are big and expectant, slowly drinking up the sight of Taehyung’s delicious figure seated above you. He sits on the couch like it’s his throne, legs spread to accompany your kneeling figure, and dominating stare pinning you down. A shiver runs down your spine.

“Wh-what do I do now?” You utter, making it known to Taehyung that he is in charge. He is in control.

Taehyung cocks his head to the side, using a decorated pointer finger to hither your hands towards him. Hesitantly, you raise both hands, lightly placing them down on his thighs.

A click of his tongue makes its way to your ears and you know you’ve already made your first mistake. Taehyung’s brows furrow, it’s obvious you need to make the next move but your brain is fuzzy and flustered.

He sighs at your confused silence, bringing your small hands onto his belt. Oh, you know what you’re supposed to do now.

“I thought you were smarter than this, how else are you meant to get my dick out, hmm?” The blush across your cheeks has definitely spread profusely from his teasing. Its once peachy pink tone deepening into an embarrassing cherry red.

The buckle of his belt jingles under your fingertips as you nervously undo them. You’re apparently too slow for his liking, Taehyung finishing the job by pulling his belt off his pants, leaving you to stare down at the large bulge covered by the fabric of his tight jeans. You thought you had your nerves under control but the way your hands start to shake is an indication that this is real. You’re really about to suck your best friend off.

Ever the observant friend, Taehyung is quick to notice the slight shake in your fingers. “Wait, stop.”

You do as he says, quickly settling your palms back on the thickness of his covered thighs. “Are you sure you want to do this? your hands are shaking sweetheart.” His voice is laced with concern, a total switch to his previous words.

Clearing your throat you reply, “oh, no, no I’m fine.” You lock eyes. “I just want to make sure I’m doing good so I can be good for him.”

Possessiveness flares within Taehyung’s chest and he has no idea why. Although he doesn’t let it show, he can’t help the swell of his ego at the knowledge that he’s the first to get you like this. Not Hoseok. Him.

So, he grins his wide boxy grin, dragging a finger down your warm cheek. “Don’t worry darling, you’re in great hands”

The commanding smirk etched onto his lips sparks a surge of confidence through your veins, begging you to finally touch him.

With a tug of your small hands, Taehyung’s constricting jeans are pried off the taut muscle of his thighs and are left to pool around his ankles. The excitement of finally being able to suck dick coursing through your body like lighting, and just like his jeans, Taehyung’s boxers are off in a second.

His cock springs, tall, hard and proud. Your jaw drops, Taehyung chuckles at your reaction. You feel an ooze of wetness pooling in your panties.

His size is nothing you’ve seen before, thick and girthy with an impressive length to match. You wince at the thought of fitting him down your throat.

The cold metal of his rings against your hands brings your attention to Taehyung’s handsome face. Without breaking any eye contact, he wordlessly wraps your hands around the thickness of his cock.

It’s warm and swells in your palm, your two dainty hands stacked on top of each other. Fingers trying so hard to wrap themselves around the sheer girth of his cock.

You’re not dumb, you know what comes next. With a sharp inhale you begin to stroke up his length, paying close attention to his facial expression to get an idea of how well you’re doing

Taehyung’s head tilts to get a better view at your hands, “grip it tighter for me… yeah fuck that’s it.”

His praise boasts you on, holding tighter onto his cock and gathering the slick of his pre-cum with a twist of your wrist. Your eyes remain focused on the way the skin moves with your hands and the way his tip glistens with arousal. You want to lick it.

“When you’re ready you can put your mouth- Ahh shit Y/N!”

He didn’t need to finish his sentence when you’re already so eager to have him in your mouth. You do what you think would feel best, sucking on the head of his cock like a sweet ice lolly on a hot summer's day. Your tongue tracing the thick circumference before dipping into his slit.

A light groan falls from his mouth as he watches you lap at the remaining pre-cum that glistens in the afternoon light. Taehyung almost forgets why he’s here, lost in your plump lips wet with saliva.

Right, he’s here to teach you how to give a blowjob. “Try and take my whole length in darling.”

You nod, taking a deep breath, your mouth opening wider to take him in as far as you can. You try to keep your throat relaxed taking him inch by inch.

“That's a good girl”, he praises, “you’re doing so well for me.”

Your knees squeeze together, acting to relieve some pressure on your aching heat. It had truly been a while since you got some serious action.

Surprisingly you’re able to make your way to the hilt of his cock, a choked gag sputtering from your lips.

A few strands of hair fall in your face, blocking your eyes in the process. Swiftly, Taehyung brushes the hair from your eyes while simultaneously lifting your head off of his cock.

You release him with a satisfying pop, your eyes wide and makeup a little smudged. Taehyung coaches you through the next steps. “I want you to try and do that again, but when you come back up, lick the length of my cock and look at me while you do it.”

Humming in acknowledgment you grip the base of his cock before pausing. “Isn’t this what you like though? What if Hoseok likes to be touched in a different way?”

An unintentional growl bubbles out of his mouth. Oh how he wished he could take your mind off Hoseok and have you screaming his name, thinking about him instead.

He pushes down his discontentment with the other man on your mind, “men are simple creatures Y/N, just making out sometimes can get them going. And judging by the way you’re sucking my cock right now, I’m sure Hoseok will be crazy for you.”

As Taehyung explains the ins and outs of a man’s brain, you don’t make an effort to stop the teasing of his cock. His words sound slurred, they go in one ear and out the other, and besides the delicious length in front of you is much more fascinating.

For the time being you stare up at him, your eyes wide feigning interest in his words, all while you grip his cock in one hand and continuously lap at his tip with a kitten-like flick of your tongue.

Taehyung finally realises that you’ve stopped listening when he feels the small yet downright sensual pleasure shooting through his cock. He grunts, pushing your hair back once again, “fuck, that’s hot. You’re so fucking good.”

His preoccupied hand squeezes the pillows beside him, the veins of his hands popping out. You do what he taught you, seductive eyes laser focused on him while your wicked tongue leaves a hot trail up the prominent vein on his dick.

“Shit Y/N you’re doing so well-”

You release him from your mouth disrupting his sentence, “can you fuck my throat?”

Taehyung swears his whole body just convulsed at your request. He looks away just so he can contain himself because holy shit.

Obviously Taehyung has thought about you being in this position, saying those words. Yet, no matter how many times he fantasizes this scenario, nothing would ever prepare him for those words to actually come out of your mouth with the most bewitching grin plastered on your pretty face.

He stutters, “I- no, I don’t know if you can take it darling.”

You grip his thighs, pout forming on those dangerous lips of yours, “please Tae, I want it. Want you to use me.”

Taehyung pushes the curls of his bangs away, a hiss steaming from his lips. “Alright, but if you feel any discomfort pinch my thigh, okay sweetheart?”

You’re impatient, “yeah, yeah, I can take your monster dick.” You place a small kiss on his thigh, “do your worst.”

His movements are all too fast, all too sudden. His fingers securing a death-grip on the mess of your hair before holding his cock up to your mouth. “You asked for it darling.”

Your mouth automatically widens, welcoming the rough intrusion of his cock as it slides all the way down your throat. A lewd gag fills the room.

A dark cloud of lust of dominance fogs Taehyung’s vision, his biceps flexing when he brings your head up and down his thick velvety length.

The room resounds with the filthy wet noises of your saliva covered lips pumping repeatedly. Taehyung breathes heavily through his nose, tilting his head against the cushions behind him. He keeps his hips still, yanking your hair at an obscene pace. A slew of curses and moans fly out into the air as he revels at the complete state of ecstasy you’ve put him under.

The heat of his member burns the back of your throat but you fucking love it. You open your teary eyes, gazing at his chiseled jaw and the way he shivers and groans above you. It only spurs you on when he glances back down, meeting your mascara ruined eyes.

It’s like a knee-jerk reaction. Taehyung harshly pushes your head all the way to the base of his cock. Your face is met with his abdomen, the hairs of his happy trail tickling your nose.

He leaves you there, and the burn in your throat rises, leaving you gagging, your throat tightening around him.

Taehyung believes after this he could never get the image of your messy docile eyes and tarnished lips out of his brain. He feels your throat constrict, “sh-shit, fuck Y/N, breathe through your nose.” You inhale. “That’s my good girl.”

He releases you from his member only to push your lips back onto him, going back to his beastly pace. “You look so fucking pathetic, you think Hoseok wants a messy girl like you?”

You gurgle around him, tears freely falling down your cheeks as you try to shake your head no. He only mumbles out a groan, his cock abruptly pulsing under your tongue like a steady heartbeat.

It's all too sudden when he releases your head off his length, a glob of drool dripping down your chin and onto your shirt.

“Fuck sorry I was about to cum.”

Although your heart swells with pride you wonder, “why didn’t you?”

He runs a hand through his messy locks, “the purpose of this was to teach you, don’t you still want to practice?”

You’re smug with your answer, “I think I’ve got the hang of it now.”

He swipes a finger under your tear stained eyes, “getting cocky now are we.”

You were cocky indeed, “well I did get you shaking under my touch didn’t I?”

He rolls his eyes, “get up you brat, I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing out on.”

Fucking finally.

You won’t lie, you were probably most excited to finally know what it feels like to receive head. Your mind is still fuzzy from Taehyung’s rough ministrations as you slowly get up. You wobble slightly and Taehyung is quick to stabilize you with two strong arms holding the curve of your hips in place.

With his arms already around you he pushes you towards the couch, kicking his jeans off in the process.

Back flat against his plush couch you’re already stripping off your sweatpants and panties together in one. “My, my aren’t you eager”, he teases, a glint of shamelessness twinkling in his brown orbs when he drinks up the plushness of your thighs leading to your dripping cunt.

Holding your knees in the palm on his hands, he spreads them open to reveal the glossy folds on your heat. He kisses his teeth, satisfaction and hunger clear on his face. “Fuck, isn’t this a pretty sight.”

His words bring back a blush on your cheeks, you pull him forward, your lips inches away from his own. “Shut up please.”

And he shuts you up real good. Smashing your lips to his, he envelopes you into a feverish kiss, your tongues dancing the devil's tango.

His hands are adventurous, feeling the mounds of your breasts over your shirt. “Why the fuck isn’t your shirt off yet huh?” He tuts, pulling on the cotton fabric.

“I want yours off too.” You cutely mumble tugging at the hem of his shirt, to which he complies, tugging it off in one fluid motion.

You peel your baggy shirt off just in time to see Taehyung's arm flex as he takes his very own shirt off. “Have you been working out? My God Tae, you're as big as Joon.”

He inwardly smirks because yeah he’s been working out and it's clearly paying off. He doesn’t want to show his glee however, “can we not talk about other men when I’m about to eat you out.”

You chuckle, eyes trailing down his buff arms to his v-line that leads to his dick like an arrow directing you to his treasure. You bite your lip, unclipping your lace bralette, “sure, sure, let’s get the show on the road.”

It’s Taehyung turn to drink up the sight of your body. “Fuck, always imagined what these tits looked like under all those tight clothes you wear.”

He’s really feeding into your praise kink. “Well, were they what you expected?”

He sucks on one immediately and you arch your back at the unexpected pleasure. “Even better”, he squeezes them in his palms, “they’re fucking gorgeous.”

He sucks a deep hickey under your left breast, leaving you whimpering with a hand tangled in his hair. “Always imagined what you sounded like moaning for me.”

You can’t reply, his touches burning through your skin. He kisses down your sternum to your stomach until he’s hovering above your aching clit, a tantalising grin on his face before he’s diving in.

“Fuck!” You wail at the unfamiliar yet mesmerising feelings. His tongue is stiff and pointed, flicking quickly up and down your bundle of nerves.

The grip you have on his hair is deathly but it's the only thing in your reach that can ground you. He licks a long stripe down your sopping slit, keeping his sharp eyes on you the whole time.

“F-feels so fucking good Tae!” You almost scream. He cups his lips around your swollen nub sucking on it with a shit-eating grin on his face.

You’re too dazed to comment on it, reeling in the new pleasures you’re experiencing. You stare down at him, your eyes half opened and so close to rolling to the back of your head.

However, they almost completely open wide at the sight presented before you. With two long fingers, Taehyung is shoving them in his mouth, soaking them with his spit before rubbing them onto your sensitive folds.

You beg. “Put them inside.. Please.” Taehyung doesn’t make a sound only kissing your clit as he plunges his ring decorated fingers into you.

You’re so wet his fingers slide into you with ease. He groans at the sensation, his view focused on the way your cunt greedily sucks him in.

“Look at you, getting my rings all dirty you filthy girl”, he scolds watching the way your essence drips into the crevices of his intricate jewellery.

Taehyung increases the pace of his long fingers, finger fucking you into euphoria. He doesn’t stop there, his lips returning to your desperate clit in a wet mess of your juices and his saliva.

You can feel your orgasm bubbling in your stomach. It's hot and feels so unlike any other upcoming orgasm you’ve experienced. His fingers curl inside of you, his palm slapping your folds with his rapid pace and his lips don’t give any sign of stopping.

“Taehyung- Tae, I’m cumming!” You really scream this time, your orgasm taking control over your body like a demon.

You swear your eyes black out, your body shaking, a warmth gushing out of your cunt as it spazzes out.

Your chest heaves and you blink, feeling a damp pool around you. Oh God, Did you piss yourself?

“Holy fuck Y/N, I can’t believe you just did that.”

You sit up, embarrassed, an apology falling from your lips.

“You just squirted on me.”

You’re flushed, “I- what?”

Taehyung almost looks akin to a wolf hunting down his prey. “That was the hottest fucking experience of my life, holy shit I’m so hard.”

Well at least you didn’t pee on his couch. There’s a surge of overwhelming need for his cock to be inside of you. You’ve never felt this way before, it’s scary but so is this whole experience. It’s definitely one for the books.

Getting up on your knees you hold onto his shoulders, Taehyung raises a brow. “Fuck, I need to ride you, can I ride you?”

You think you just saw his dick twitch at your words. He grins, “just for practice?”

Your smile is sickly sweet, “of course, just for practice.”

His arms are strong when he shuffles into a seated position all while holding your hips above his awaiting cock.

He pauses, a flash of his normal self resurfacing. “You’re on the pill yeah?”

You peck his lips, “yes, now stuff me full.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s sinking you down onto his length.

You both let out moans of pleasure at the feeling of being complete. The stretch hurts so bad but hurts so good. He fills you up so well it has you speechless, the air trapped inside your lungs refusing to be released until your walls are comfortable around his impressive girth.

Mumbling a soft curse, you swivel your hips in slow circles, getting used to his large size. Taehyung watches you, hunger written on his face as he licks his lips and examines the way you fit so perfectly on his lap.

You test the waters, holding onto his shoulders for support. You lift your hips and settle back onto his lap. He groans at the wet squelch it makes and slaps your ass, grabbing it in his hand to squeeze it.

You pick up the speed, pumping up and down, whimpering at how well he fills you up. You keep your gaze trained on the image of his dick disappearing in your heat and pulling out with a wet sheen.

Taehyung tucks a finger under your chin, bringing you close to his face to push his soft lips onto yours once again.

It’s weird to say, but you don’t think you can get tired of kissing your best friend. He knows exactly what you want and knows exactly how to make your head spin.

With his large hands of yours, you pick up the pace, slamming your ass onto his hips. You leave his lips, kissing the side of jaw and suckling a few lovebites behind his ear.

His voice is deep and sultry, “fuck yeah, that’s it.” You wail in his hold, pushing yourself to meet his thrusts below. Your thighs burn but the pleasure burns so much hotter.

You feel your second orgasm of the night rising within you and can tell Taehyung is close too. Taehyung assists you, using his thighs to push up into you. Your juices drip down onto his pelvis and both of your breaths get heavier.

His thrusts are fast and rough, creating loud slapping noises that echo around his empty apartment. He grunts, folding his head into the crook of your neck. He’s about to cum and so are you.

With one final gasp your release hits you like a truck. Your thigh shakes in his lap and Taehyung bites at the delicate skin of your neck. His warm seed shoots inside of you, eliciting a small sigh from your lips.

Taehyung releases his hold to lean back onto the couch. He keeps his softening cock inside of you, lazily staring at your fucked out expression.

You play with his rings, “well, how did I do?”

The shit-eating grin is back. “Hmmm, I think you may need more practice.”

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ariadne-mouse · 3 years

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Desired Qualifications

(a ficlet, 1450 words, inspired by this very compelling post by @catalists about what the hell a Shadowhand actually does)

“Hey. Essek.”

Beau was draped halfway over the back of the couch, balancing her full wine glass with preternatural grace. Yasha had twisted in her seat and leaned her cheek against Beau’s hip, joining her in staring at him.

The hour was late, the tower’s stained glass windows gone artificially dark to match. Most of the Nein had gone to bed already.

“Beauregard,” Essek returned. He was currently busy availing himself of the drinks table. There was a very nice Rosohnan Moonbright wine among the familiar Lionett vintages - a thoughtful gesture from Caleb - and he gave himself a generous refill.

Beau idly tracked his movements as he uncorked the bottle and poured. “So I was talking with Dairon the other day about the time she spent in Xhorhas, and I realized that we don’t actually know what the fuck you do. Did. Whatever.”

“Oh?” he replied, just to annoy her. Since he didn’t see her quite as often these days, it was important to take opportunities when they arose. “I have done a great many things. You will have to be more specific.”

She pulled a face at him. “You know what I mean. Your old job. At first I thought, like, spymaster, or security and interrogation or some shit. But then you’re allowed to babysit a bunch of mercenaries, and doing all this dunamagic research-”

“Dunamancy.”

“-dunamagic research, and then getting yourself assigned to command a military outpost in the middle of a frozen wasteland, so like, what the fuck was your actual job? What does ‘Shadowhand’ even mean?”

“It means many things.”

Beau’s eyebrow twitched. “Yeah, I got that. Specifically, though. In like… one sentence.”

A sentence could be very long indeed, with the right structure, but Essek decided he didn’t have the energy to craft such an artwork of pettiness. Entertaining as it might be. So instead, he took his wine in hand and opened his arms like a benevolent priest. “The Light of the Luxon falls upon the Bright Queen’s hand - her will - and I am the shadow that is cast.”

Beau groaned and flicked a cube of cheese at him. “Oh my god, why are you so full of shit a hundred percent of the time?”

“Not a hundred percent of the time.” Caleb appeared from the kitchen with a fresh plate of finger foods. “Only eighty, eighty-five, at most.” Eyes dancing, he kissed Essek’s cheek as he passed by, completely vaporizing any retorts he might have made.

“Aww, Essek, are you blushing? I think he’s blushing.” Yasha cooed.

Essek was indeed blushing, not that Yasha would be able to tell. He took an imperious sip of his wine to recover his dignity. “Believe it or not, that is the official description of the Shadowhand’s role.”

Beau snorted. "That's pretentious as fuck."

"You're not wrong."

“So you were like, a glorified handyman for the queen.” She cushioned her cheek on her hand, gaze slipping to the middle distance.

Essek shrugged. “Essentially. I answered only to her.”

“Huh. Wild.” Beau’s face was overtaken by the intense expression she had when she was digesting and categorizing new information. Essek knew that same look to be the downfall of many wrongdoers - those who attracted the attention of the Cobalt Soul and the frighteningly competent Expositor Lionett - but Beau already knew many of his crimes and could probably deduce the theme of the rest. So instead of vanishing to the most remote place he could think of, he helped himself to herbed bread from Caleb's tray.

(If he was still a little nervous, it was only because Beau had a habit of pulling uncomfortable insights from very little data. This, too, was usually preceded by The Look.)

“Have you thought about what you want to do now? Since that's not your job anymore?” Yasha spoke up softly.

“Stay alive,” Essek joked, but his friends didn’t smile. He cleared his throat. “I don’t know.”

“You’ll figure it out,” Caleb told him, his gaze heavy and kind and far too understanding. He had stolen Essek’s original seat on the other sofa - how very like one of his tower cats - but had left a comfortably Essek-shaped space to one side.

“I’ll figure it out,” Essek repeated, just to please him. The words didn't taste as empty on his tongue as he expected. Maybe it was the wine.

“There’s always gardening,” Yasha smiled at him.

Essek laughed. “Yes. There is always that.”

Later, when they were all trundling to their rooms and Essek had imbibed enough Moonbright wine to be enjoyably fuzzy, Beau let the others go ahead and caught his arm. It was funny how the move was so similar to the way Caleb did it - had she picked it up from him? Or vice versa? - but he was more preoccupied with what she might say. It seemed the steel trap of Expositor Lionett had snapped shut on him after all.

“Hey.”

Essek stared at her mutely, not really wanting to be helpful. He noticed she hadn’t used her new monk abilities to sober up, either. Was this conversation not important enough for that? Or was it on purpose, to make it easier to chat openly about something difficult? (And if so, for whom?)

Beau crossed her arms. “So you know the Cerberus Assembly knew what you were, right?”

Always straight to the point. Essek liked that about her - sometimes. “My title? Yes.”

She ignored the blatant dodge. “They knew you were ambitious and really fucking smart. And young. And isolated.” There was something like grief - or maybe anger - at the corners of her eyes as she talked. It wasn’t for him. Or at least, not most of it. He wondered which case files she was thinking of, back in her meticulously organized office at the Soul. He could think of at least three. Doubtless there were more.

“So?”

“So the Bright Queen knew that too,” she replied bluntly.

Essek’s laugh was bright and sharp, like fresh blood on a knife. “Of course she did. But I knew the parameters of the position. Do you think I was a sweet lamb, led astray? I used the role for my own advantage quite often, as you well know.”

Beau gave him a flat stare. “And you really think you came out on top with that?”

This conversation was pointless, Essek decided, bristling. “I’m aware of my mistakes. And they were mine to make. And they brought me to all of you,” he replied waspishly, and turned to go. “Good night, Beauregard.”

Her hand on his arm stopped him again. Essek needed to start floating higher.

“I know! I’m not trying to - to - deny your agency, or whatever. Or where you ended up. That’s not what this is about.” Beau said, frustration bubbling over and then dissipating. Her posture slumped, and she muttered to herself, “How am I still so bad at this?” before releasing him and crossing her arms in a sort of self-hug. “Look. Just… you have people now. We’re your people. Your friends. And we call each other’s bullshit. And we care, and we help each other. You know? You have that now.”

The reminder untwisted something in Essek’s chest. “I know.” A moment stretched long between them, where Beauregard simply waited. He fidgeted, itching to hide his hands in a mantle he wasn’t wearing. Finally his lips twitched in a weak smile. “I think... I would make a poor candidate for Shadowhand now, were I to be evaluated. Treason aside, of course. Too many close connections. Too prone to change. Far from ideal.”

Beau held his eyes for a moment, searching. Then she clapped him on the shoulder. “Good.”

Essek tilted his head. “Good night, Expositor.”

She cracked a grin. “Night, shadow of holy light or whatever.”

After Beau departed, Essek lingered in the salon with a cup of tea and three of the kitchen cats who always seemed to detect when his hands were restless and might offer scritches. The fire had burned low.

He sat, and he thought.

The Mighty Nein had seen him for what he was, too. And they had plied him with cupcakes and compassion and trust until he was thoroughly ensnared. The difference was that once they had achieved that power over him… they'd given it back. Helped him grow beyond himself, even empowered him to grow beyond their circle too, if he wished. He was ambitious, intelligent, and young - yes. But not isolated. Not anymore. Not unless he wanted to be.

Tea finished, Essek bade farewell to each of the cats, and traversed the familiar path to Caleb’s door.

#ariadne writes CR #critical role #essek thelyss #beauregard lionett #shadowgast #cw: alcohol #tumblr snippets

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cassandraclare · 3 years

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Various q’s, necromancy, Thomas and shadows

herondaisies said: is it possible that james will help thomas and alastair’s relationship develop? james has shown signs that he might be the first one to (forgive) alastair, and i love the possibility of james helping his (hopefully) future brother in law ☺️

James is in an odd place because he’s stuck between Cordelia, who would of course like him to be helpful to Alastair, and his friends, who are furious at Alastair. Also you are assuming James knows Alastair likes Thomas, which I can only say that as of the beginning of the book, he definitely doesn’t. Maybe he finds out. :) I’d like to think he’d be helpful if so, but he’d have to believe that Thomas wanted him to be.

wendysx said: Hi Cassie, I would like to know if we will get more chapters about Jesse, I love him with all my heart and I would love to see more of him.

And you will!

fairstalrs said: why do matthew and cordelia take a road trip?

Because Matthew is the only one with a car. :) (And they’re seeking a magical item.)

cjfritos said: Will James's power be explained more? I find it very confusing as the turning to shadow is a side effect of seeing the other world (which is his power) yet he can turn to shadow without seeing the other world. And he supposedly cant control it but has done it many times. Also could we get a Jordelia snippet soon 🙏

Well, actually that’s a bit backwards — seeing the other world is a side effect of turning to shadow rather than the other way around. And indeed, while he has willed himself into shadow in the past — and practiced controlling the power with Jem — that doesn’t mean he can always control it. I would also note that Chain of Iron makes clear James doesn’t just have one specific “shadow” power; he has a connection to Belial that plays out in a bunch of strange magic ways, most of which are not necessarily a beneficial or controllable power but just weird stuff that happens to him because of his connection to Belial. It plays out with Lucie, too: she can see Jesse while nobody else, even James, can, because of her connection to Belial (a connection James shares, but which doesn’t play out the same way with him) which is separate from but connected to her general command-the-dead power.

As for Jordelia, I am genuinely running out of non-spoilery stuff! Not all snippets, even if they’re just a sentence or two, are created equal. You can ruin a whole book just by sharing a sentence, if the sentence is key to the plot. So I racked my brain a bit and decided this might work ;-)

Cordelia hesitated. James’s hands were firm and gentle on hers; she knew he would always be this way, gentle and determined, kind and thoughtful. Her heart beat hard and treacherous inside her chest. He had not been gentle in the Whispering Room. Not gentle with his hands on her body and his lips on hers. That had been the James she wanted, her one glimpse at the James she could not have.

Only two more weeks!

mrswillherondale: Hi Cassie, I just finished my reread of Chain of Gold and the whole necromancy issue with Lucie/Grace/Jesse made me wonder: Will anyone be upset at Lucie and Grace for trying to raise Jesse instead of someone else, like Grace’s parents, or Lucie’s grandparents, or Barbara Lightwood? Will Thomas be angry?

*blink* No. Wow, no. I mean, mostly people will be upset at Lucie and Grace for trying necromancy at all. Second, the only reason they are trying it on Jesse is because he is not literally dead. He has both a consciousness that continues to exist, and a body he could return to. It is a matter of joining up that consciousness and the body, which both still exist in our world, rather than trying to bring back someone whose consciousness has long ago been extinguished, and whose body has been burned to ash. So what they’re doing is not what Ty (with terrible results) tried to do in Queen of Air and Darkness, and anyone who knows them and is reasonable (and Thomas is reasonable to a fault — even Will is reasonable!) would understand that.

Thirdly, necromancy isn’t just a bad idea because it’s bad for the necromancer. It’s a bad idea because it’s potentially really bad for the person they’re trying to raise. There is every chance that necromancy can go horribly wrong. If they were to try it on Barbara, she could be brought back as a zombie, someone possessed by a demon, or in terrible screaming permanent agony. With Jesse, they have an opportunity to do what they’re doing with someone who is aware of the risks and can consent to it. Thomas (and/or Will, or Grace’s relatives) would absolutely be furious with Lucie, and by extension Grace, if they did try to bring back Barbara/Will’s parents with their rinky-dink necromantic attempts. Not the other way around.

rhosyncymreig said: Hi! Can you share with us something about Thomastair? (Non-spoilery of course)

I haven’t shared a ton about Thomastair because anything about them is spoilery. We left them not speaking to each other, so even indicating that they have had a conversation is potentially spoilery. All I can really do — especially so close to the book release — is say that yes, they do talk FRAUGHTLY, and share this particular piece of Cassandra Jean art, a scene from COI of Thomas walking away from Alastair’s house in Cornwall Gardens.

ETA: My inbox isn’t open at the moment because DEADLINES, but I will open it up this week — keep an eye on Twitter — and again after COI comes out, for questions!

#thomastair #jordelia #the last hours #chain of iron #chain of gold

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sadprosed · 3 years

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𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

↬ SPINNING SILVER ( 2018 ) by naomi novik.

sentences taken from the novel dialogue & narration.

+ feel free to change pronouns !

‘ the real story isn’t half as pretty as the one you’ve heard. ’

‘ winter was always long and bitter, and every year was worse than the one before. ’

‘ this cold will break soon. it’s been so long already. ’

‘ there’s always trouble where there’s money owed, sooner or later. ’

‘ you can’t get blood from a stone. ’

‘ i was colder inside than out. ’

‘ i’d just been having a dream, and it was already fading. ’

‘ you can’t go in this weather. you’ll wait until it stops. ’

‘ will you give them your gold ? ’

‘ you aren’t just a pretty face ! ’

‘ my manners do not need improving. ’

‘ three days you may have, this time, before i come to have my own back again. ’

‘ if you manage it, i will make you my queen. ’

‘ we’ll leave. we’ll go somewhere else far away. ’

‘ why must you ask for impossibilities ! ’

‘ why are you staring so ? ’

‘ it’s not witchcraft. ’

‘ you’ve already killed them. why can’t you leave them alone ? ’

‘ it’s not mine ! i have to pay it back. ’

‘ my hand and crown you shall win if you succeed. ’

‘ now go home, mortal maiden. ’

‘ you can tell him i’ve gone to be married to a rich man. ’

‘ think not to escape from me. i will come for you, wherever you’ve fled. ’

‘ did you think mortal roads could run away from me, or mortal walls keep me out ? ’

‘ you must know i have no magic, not really. ’

‘ a power claimed and challenged and thrice carried out is true. ’

‘ there’s worse things in life than to be a queen. ’

‘ that’s not nothing, to be able to hold your head up. ’

‘ my name ? you think to have my name ? ’

‘ there is indeed something most unusual in her. ’

‘ i will come for you soon. ’

‘ of course i was going to poison you ! ’

‘ what if i want to stay forever ? ’

‘ is this why you wanted her ? she’s a witch ? ’

‘ you have one question more. ’

‘ where do squirrels run to, when they want to hide ? ’

‘ my pleasure would last only until they stabbed me right alongside you. ’

‘ you’re no worse off than you are now, if i’m lying. ’

‘ it seems you must ask my aid, and hope that i don’t refuse it. ’

‘ it is snowing again. ’

‘ you shouldn’t even try to make bargains with such a creature. ’

‘ do you really think i wanted to marry you ? ’

‘ high magic never comes without a price. ’

‘ at least your hair is handsome. ’

’ i am not covering anything ! ’

‘ my court is full of fools. no one here is loyal five minutes past their own interest. ’

‘ he has locked them away beneath the snow. ’

‘ don’t just bleat whatever it is you think i want to hear. ’

‘ have you anything else to wear ? ’

‘ you hold my chains, but i owe you no surrender. ’

‘ what’s a little agony and mortal injury here and there ? ’

‘ very well. free me, and i will promise. ’

‘ at least weep for me once, and give me a measure of pain. ’

‘ whatever it is, i will venture it, if you will give me hope. ’

#rp meme #rp prompts #spinning silver #sentence meme #inbox memes #ask meme #rp starter #sentence starter #sentence prompt #askbox meme #dialogue prompts

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onlymexsarah · 3 years

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Can we please get more Prince Friedrich? Maybe meeting his family

Prince Friedrich | The sweet taste of sin

I had few informations so I let my fantasy take the control. I hope you like it, otherwise write me and I’ll do something else for you😘

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Summary: Kinda the Sequel of “Prince Friedrich | Jealousy” Prince Louis Charles and Duchess Frederica of Prussia come at the end of the season to see their son and meet y/n Bridgerton, the lady who had taken the heart of the Prince, but there is more…

Pairing: Prince Friedrich x Bridgerton!reader

A/N: so I made some researches about our lovely prince Friedrich and I found out that he never become a king because he was the cousin of the actual King, and now everything makes sense to me. Also, I’ve learned that the Prince’s and Duchess’ marriage wasn’t a happy one, because they didn’t love each other :( Prince Luois Charles should be dead, he died three years after Friedrich birth, but it would be too much complicated so we are going to pretend that we sucks in history and none of us knew it, alright? ;D

warnings: my english :)

PREQUEL 1 - PREQUEL 2

Here we are, the end of another scandalous London season.

Surely, it has not been boring for everyone. We had found out the diamond of the season, and found out that sometime a pearl can take the most requested heart.

The Duke and Duchess of Hastings are organizing evrything for the last ball of the season, how many scandals it will bring to us?

There are rumors about a separation between the two; was their love just a flame that with the first rain had been turned off?

Well, what we know is that the Duchess’ sister, Miss Y/n, is still enjoying her newborn love with her Charming Prince, and I am more then happy for them.

It seems that Duchess Frederica and Prince Louis Charles of Prussia are coming to visit our lovely Queen Charlotte and their son, Prince Friedrich, is this the only reason? Lady Y/n Bridgerton had been seen quite nervous in these days, fear to meet your future father and mother in law, dear?

What I know far now is that the Prince hasn’t proposed yet, and this could bring doubts in the mind of a young Lady in love. Instead of walking between the streets of the city, the Prince had invited her to see the Palace’s garden more often, but don’t be surprise if you find yourself in front of them; it must be remember that Lady Bridgerton is still one of us, she can’t stay away from her normality too much.

I ask myself what the Royal Family will think about that...will they accept her or they will take the Prince away to return in Prussia and found themself a wife for him?

When it will happen, I’ll be the first to find out. But no need to worry our future Princess, you will charm the Duchess and the Prince as you had charmed Prince Friedrich.

“‘Normality’? Now being normal it’s bad’“ you said offended looking the paper in your hands.

“I am sure she meant nothing bad, my dear.” said your mother sweetly sit in front of you. You were drinking tea at the park all together, your family and Friedrich. He insisted to spend time with them to know all your brothers and sisters, and you couldn’t be more than happy. There were times when Hyacinth and Gregory weren’t polite and quiet as all of you, but he didn’t mind instead he started to play with them or just listen what they had to say.

“There is nothing to worry about, Y/n. In this months I learned to ignore Lady Whistledown’s words if they are not nice things toward someone.” Friedrich said resting his hand on yours that was on the table. You smiled to thank him turning to focuse on the paper resting now on the table in front of you.

“Lady Whistledown had written only good things about you two, sister. I think she likes you, together.” Colin said standing behind your mother chair looking the children in the park.

“Yes, I know...” your voice was a whisper and yu weren’t sure if he had heard you, but you couldn’t move away your eyes from Lady Whistledown’s words. Will Friedrich’s parents accept me? I am not a princess, how can they like me?

Since you knew about their arrival the doubts started to hunt you day and night. The dram of thr last night kept repeting in your mind; you had arrived at the Palace to meet Friedrich, but in the Great Hall you had seen him and Cressida getting married telling the guards to take you away. You knew she would be a better princess then you; she had the behave and the submission that you had never had. You couldn’t deny thet they would be a perfect couple together, but yet he had chosen you and the fear that he might see the mistake he had done when you’ll meet his parents scared you.

The Prince saw a shadow crossing your face while everyone started talking again. You were in your own world with the eyes focused on nowhere and an empty smile on your face.

“I would like to take Miss Y/n for a walk, if you agree Miss Bridgerton.” said Friedrich kindly. Hearing your name woke you up from your trance looking him first and then your mother.

“Of course you can, Prince Friedrich. Y/n is not the one who likes stay sit for a long time.” she said happy. He had always made sure to have her approvation for everything you did together; he valued her thoughts as much as Anthony’s.

“You are right, mother. I find the walks very healthy, indeed.” you took Friedrichìs hand that was kindly offered by him to help you to stand up. Intertwining your right arm with his, you started to walk hearing the footsteps of his guards behind you. They never left him evem when you had lunch at your house, but you didn’t mind, it was for his own safety and you didn’t want anything to happen to him.

After a while, when your family was out of hearing, he took an orange lily at his right and raised it in front of your face. “A flower for your thoughs.”

You took the beautiful flower in your hand with the first true smile of the day. “Thank you, my Prince. I am sorry if I’ve been revelead to not be a good company today; just...”

“Thoughs.” he finished your sentence understanding. It had already happened sometime that the two of you finished each other’s phrases; it was lovely for the other people and funny for you. “They might be about what Lady Whistledown wrote? When you call me ‘my Prince’ means that something if wrong.”

You brought the flower at your nose to smell its perfume. “Well, I like how it sounds, my Prince.” you smiled amused seeing him lowering his head and laughing. “But it’s not just that. Lady Whistledown had been in our life since months now, I’m used at her words...” you took a breath looking around. “Your father and mother are coming... They might expect that the one who took the Prince’s interest is at least a princess as well, but they are going to see that I am just...me.”

“I stop you here, dear.” he stopped in the middle of the little bridge of the park bringing you in front of him. “They don’t expect nothing if not what my letters said about you, and you know who they are going to see?” he took the flower from your hands breaking the stem and slowly putting the lily in your hair over your ear. His hands made you feel butterfly in your stomach; you didn’t know what your body desired, but you were sure that the little few times he had touched you weren’t enough. “They’ll see that the woman who took my heart is the most clever, beautiful and wonderful woman in the world. Because this, my dear Y/n...” he brought your hands to his mouth kissing them sweetly making you blush with a shy smile on your face. “is who you are.”

“I do not know what I did to deserve your heart, Friedrich, but you took mine long time ago, and I know there are no safest hands that could hold it.” you both stepped closer at the same time finding yourself with only few inches between your bodies. Your chest were almost touching, his breath a little above your lips and your hands still in his big ones. His big blue eyes didn’t leave yours, looking for few seconds your sweet smile.

“I promise you that I will take care of it as you are taking care of mine.” after a while still looking in each other’s eyes, you started to walk again laughing and joking and at the end of the day you felt more relaxed.

You slept all night, and when in the morning Mary, your waitress, came to wake you up you had almost forgotten Lady Whistledown’s words and you were ready to see Friedrich and apologies for the behave you had the day before. You were worry for nothing, even when Mary dressed you and styled your hair who you saw in the mirror was a Lady who looked like a swan in her dress.

When you entered in the living room all the eyes were on you; your brothers stood up quickly while your mother hid something behind the pillow of the couch. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes sister.” “Nothing wrong.” “You look nice in that dress.” they said almost at the same time nervously.

“You are odd.” you said shaking your head and walking toward your mother. “What is happening?”

“I have to tell you something, my dear. Sit down, here.” you sit on the couch beside your mother still confused by the reaction of everyone. “You see, we had found out a thing...you don’t have to-”

“The Duchess and the Prince are here in London!” yelled Hyacinth excited. Your breath froze, the air seemed to be stone because you coudln’t move and all your eyes could focus on was your mother in front of you who now was yelling at your little sister.

“Mama, tell me they are not the Duchess and the Prince of Prussia.” she looked at you sorry trying to find the right words to calm you. “Brothers! Tell me they are not.”

Benedict and Colin ran away from the room closing the door behind them and blocking Anthony with you. He turned around with a nervous smile on his face studying your body language. Impossible. You have grown up hiding your true feelings, with a smile on your face and ready to nod whenever you didn't share the same ideas of your interlocutor because you were a woman, and you had to appear polite not smart. But in a family like yours you couldn’t care less, indeed Anthony could see the bright light of the fear in your eyes.

“Yes, dear sister, the Duchess and Prince of Prussia are arrived tonight. Lady Whistledown talked about it in her morning paper.” he said walking toward the couch that was in front of the one you and your mother were sitting on.

“S-so they’re here.” you looked your mother terrified. “Friedrich said that they would have spent the first few days at the palace or around the city, so I don’t need to worry for now.”

The door opened and one of your manservant enterd in hurry. “Lord Bridgerton, Lady Bridgerton, Miss Bridgerton...” he bowed to all of you. “Prince Louis Charles and Duchess Frederica of Prussia have requested your presence tonight to dine with them at the Palace.” your eyes got wider froze on your seat unable to say something. “And...Duchess Frederica had requested your presence personally, Miss Bridgerton. She wish to know you better and...talk.”

His and your mother’s eyes were fixed on you while Anthony looked in your direction with the corner of his eyes trying to not laugh at your terrified face. “Tell them we will be there.”

The manservant bowed and walked away closing the door behind him. That day all the housemaids, waitress and waiters had the orders to help Anthony, Lady Violet and you in any ways possible to male sure that you would be ready for the dinner with the Royal family. No one questioned your absence around the house, they were all to busy to notice it.

You were in your room, sit on your bed looking the wall opposite of you with Mary beside the mirror waiting for your orders. Nothing was worse than think that all your time with Friedrich, all your laughs and your conversations could be swept away just with a worng word, awkward movement or with the wrog dress.

The fear of losing Friedrich was more painful than you expected. It wasn’t because he was a Prince, no you couldn’t care less about his title when there were just the two of you together. You liked his company, his humor and you had a thing for his voice; sometime happened that he told you thing in german making you loose your mind. You felt save around him, and it wasn’t because the guards always with him, but you knew that he would never let something happen to you; he would protect you with his own body if neccessary. And then, there was the physical part; you liked his eyes, his curly blonde hair, you liked his being taller and muscular than you, you liked when his big hands took yours or when he would put his hand on your wait during a dance. He made you feel strange feelings in your body, feelings you could not tell anyone about.

You..you loved him? What was love? Love was the one that shared your father and mother; love was the feeling that kept together your family; love was Simon who married your sister to not let her fall in a scandal; maybe love was Colin who would refuse to dance with any ladies to dance with Penelope... you were sure that love was the smile on your mother’s face at the wedding of Daphne and Simon.

Was love the flower in your hair? Was love the book on your bedside table that had a sweet note from Friedrich? Was love the fact that he forbide to you and your family to bow when you meet? Was love the shivers you felt on your back everytime you were extremely close to him? Or when he spoke in your ear?

You weren’t sure if what you felt was love, maybe the love arrived after the marriage, or maybe after the first child, but something strong must precede it, right? The same strong feeling you felt inside your chest all the time you thought about him. If it was love, if there were a thiny little chance that what you felt was the true love that mother used to talk about then you had to fight and keep it. No Prince, no Duchess and no Queen could take it away until you said so.

You stood up walking in front of the wardrobe opening it and then turned around to look at Mary whose eyes were already on you. “Mary, I want to look like a princess, tonight.”

“I promise you, Miss Bridgerton, you will be the most beautiful Princess that the world had ever seen.” she said smiling and starting to search the right dress among the ones that your mother made you buy from the modist.

“I’m fine with just the England and Prussia.” you smirked slyly.

Hours passed and finally you were ready to take the carriage with your brother and your mother. Benedict spoke to you before your departure, complimeting your beauty and reassuring you that everything would be fine.

He was right, you were beautiful. Your dress, long and bright blue Bridgerton had gems on the top and the bottom was simple but elegant. You didn’t want to wear to much jewerly, they weren’t your type, so instead you decide to wear a necklace choker with a small diamond in it. Your long arms were free and around your shoulder was a shawl of a colour little more lighter than your dress.

When the door of the throne room opened in fron of you the nervouness made you almost faint. Sit on the thrones were Queen Charlotte and a beautiful woman you suspected to be the Duchess; Friedrich was standing beside the Queen and his father beside his mother.

“Your Majesties: Lady Viole Bridgerton, her son Lord Anthony Bridgerton and her daughter, Miss Y/n Bridgerton.” the guard announced you. You three walked toward the throne smiling even thought you didn’t know who to look at, so you watched the Queen and the Duchess until the end and then, before bowing, you looked at your Prince who was already looking at you and both of you smiled at each other.

Staying bowed in front of the Queen felt like the day you’ve got present to her along with Daphne, but this time Prince Friedrich was there and coming to your side he offered you a hand. You took it and stood up smiling at him. Even thought you charmed him with everything you did, he didn’t want to see you bow in front of him; it seemed like everytime you did it a wall grew up between you two.

“Your Majesties, it’s a honor to all of us to meet you.” said your brother raising up beside you with your mother.

The Duchess stood up and with her husband walked toward you. You couldn’t read their expression at all. The Duchess was a beautiful woman with long blonde curly hair and the Prince was as tall as his son with white hair and a kind face.

You smiled trying to relase your nerves, they both seemed kind and Friedrich spoke about them a lot so yoi kinda knew that they weren’t difficult people, but still their looks made you feel a bit uncomfortable.

“Friedrich didn’t give justice at your beauty, sweetheart.” the Duchess said smiling allowing you to leave a breath of relief.

“You are too kind, Your Grace.” you smiled shyly. You didn't know what to say or what to do, should you say a compliment as well?

"It's a pleasure meet you, Miss Bridgerton. My son talked a lot about you, all good thing of course.” said his father smiling and kissing your hand.

“I’m flattered, Your Grace. I hope Prince Friedrich didn’t lie too much.” they laughed and invited you and your family into the dining room. You and Friedrich walked together behind your brother and his father and in front of your mothers while the Queen led you through the halls.

“Prince Friedrich?” he asked looking at you with a eyebrow raised offering his arm to walk closer.

“They are the Duchess and Prince of Prussia, I cannot call their son by his first name. It’s inappropriate!” you said amused intertwining your arms together, enjoying that little touch.

“Are you nervous?” he asked kindly giving a quick look behind; your mothers were speaking together whispering and looking at the two of you.

“Why should I? There is my brother, and there is you at my side. I have everything I need right now.” you miled seeing his face light up.

“Then I promise you I will never leave your side until you order me so.” he took your chair like a gentleman helping you to sit and then he sat beside you.

“I think you will have to keep your promise for a long time, Friedrich.” you gave him a sweet smile before looking the others at the table.

The Duchess was sit in front of you beside your mother, you were between Friedrich and your brother while the Queen and the Prince were at the two heads of the table. You offered a smile to everyone noticing that the Duchess’ smile never left her face while you spoke.

They made you questions, what you liked to do, where you met Friedrich and the Prince asked you to tell them about your travel with Colin leaving you surprise by such kindness and curiosity. Friedrich took every chance to speak with you and your mother, wanting to make both feel comfortable, but the Duchess commited herself in a lot of conversation with you.

Once the dinner was ended you hoped that you and Friedrich could have time to walk away like usual, but the Duchess surprised you again.

“Miss Bridgerton, can I have the honor to walk with you a little?” she asked making your eyes grew wider. Friedrich tried to say something but his mother sushed him. “Don’t worry Friedrich, I only want to know her without you men around. Come sweetheart, you can show me the garden.”

You gave a smile to Friedrich trying to reassure more yourself than him. You walked with the Duchess out of the dining room with two guards behind you. “Your Grace...just know that the honor is mine...” you said shyly trying to break that silent.

“Please we are alone, call me Frederica now. My husband is the one who follows the rules.” she took your arm kindly, but you could feel that it was different from when was Friedrich the one who took it.

“I am not sure if I can do it, Duchess.” your sincerity made her laugh.

“Friedrich told me that. You are really a sweetheart, aren’t you?”

“I hope so, You Gra-F...Frederica.” you got out into the garden. The moon was full illuminating all the flowers and the fountains.

“You learn fast! Come, sit down with me. Here, good.” you sat confused starting to wonder the real reason of that walk. “Now, I wished to speak with you alone for a long time.” you nodded to let her keep going. “My son is a charming man, and many women fell for him even before knowing his title. Hi’s handsome, I’m aware of that, but still his heart is kind and big and it’s my duty as a mother to make sure that it will not break for the wrong person. So, I can trust you and leaving his heart in your hands?”

“Of course you can, Your Grace. I have no desire to make Friedrich unhappy or even break his heart. I would never, never do such thing. ” your heart was beating faster and faster afraid that one wrong word and the Duchess would walk away forbidding you to see her son again.

“Good! You can come back to my son then, I’m sure he is worried for you. I’ll stay here to enjoy this beautiful night.” she said relaxed looking the sky. You watched her astonished...did she really believed you? Didn’t she need a speech or a proof?

She seemed so in peace with herself, like that was the happiest moment in her life. You could run away, you could return to your Prince and spend time with him. It was what your body wanted, indeed your legs made you stooding up and walking away. Few steps and your consciouness made you stop, you couldn’t leave her there with just those words.

“Your Grace...” she looked at you like she was already expecting it. “My father died when I was little...I don’t have many memories with him, he was a busy man, but I knew he loved all of us.” she smiled sweetly taking your hand to make you sit again. “I grew up with the stories of my mother about how much they loved each other. It was my favorite tale when I was little and my biggest dream now...you see, I don’t know what is love, I don’t know how to recognise it, but I promised to myself that I would have married for love, the same love that my father felt for my mother and vice versa, the same love that keep my mother waking up every morning alone in the same bed she once shared with the love of her life.” the Queen had tears in her eyes with a hand in front of her mouth. “In your son I found a friend, I found someone with who I can share interests and hobbies. He makes me feel above the moon, and I hope I do the same at him...I don’t know if this is love, but I assure you that nothing will change my feelings for him and could God never forgive me if I will break his heart.”

She hugged you, strongly and warm as your mother was used to do. It didn’t feel strange that the Duchess of Prussia was hugging you, it felt like a second mother. “My marriage was not for love, but I made sure that Friedrich knew the meaning of it. My biggest desire is that a day he would have what I didn’t, and I think I can trust you, dear Y/n.” she smiled wiping away the few tears she had on her cheeks. “Go, we have made my son waiting enough.” you returned inside laughing with the Duchess leaving all of the people inside the living room speechless. “Oh, hi honey. I’m sorry if we did late, you two will make up for the lost time in these days. Now it’s late, should we going to sleep?”

“I agree, Your Grace. Come Y/n, it’s quite a long journey.” said your mother standing up from the couch looking for Anthony who was speaking with the Prince.

“At this time the street are dangerous, Lady Bridgerton. Are you sure you don’t need some guard with you?” asked Queen Charlotte concerned.

“Thank you, Your Highness, but I have to refuse your offer.” Anthony said bowing and taking his hat.

“Such nosense! The Palace has hundreds rooms at least, you could stay here for the night.” Prince Louis suggested looking Anthony for his approval.

“It’s too much, Price Louis. We don’t want to disturb Your Highness even more.” he said polite looking the Queen.

You and Friedrich shared a confused look, what if you would spend the night there? You could see him in the morning and maybe he would walk you at home to stay together longer.

“In some way or another Lady Bridgerton we are destined to be family...” the Queen said looking at you and Friedrich quickly making you both blush. “So I don’t see any problem to let you sleep here for a night. Prince Friedrich wuold never forgive me if something happens to you.”

With astonishment in the face of all of you Bridgerton, the waitress showed you the rooms where you would stay. All the three of you got separeted at some point and you had no idea where were the rooms of your brother and your mother; you didn’t even know where you were.

Your room was huge, full of paintings and books. There was a canopy bed in front of you, the blankets were white, pure as a flower that must be took yet; just like you.

You let your hair free from all the haripins, the long waves caressed your back while you let the dress fell down. You took the corset away, breathing again like you had been drowing; you would sleep in your petticoat that was of the colour of your dress.

Once the curtains were closed, you were ready to go to sleep when you heard someone knocking at your door. Sure that it was your brother or your mother you went to open it before gasping in surprise. Friedrich was in front of you, not in his usual uniform, but with a simple beige shirt and black pants.

“Y-your Gr...I mean Friedrich. I didn’t expect you to come here.” you were afraid; afraid of how easyly seemed in that moment to fall and commit a sin without being seen, and you couldn’t let it happen.

“I know, I am sorry to disturb you. I wanted to make sure if you were ok...I don’t know what you and my mother talked about...” he said smiling. You let out a breath; of course he wasn’t there to tempt you, his intentions were true and it wasn’t his fault if you felt such strange feelings inside you. He wasn’t aware of the battle your body was having with your mind.

“You are so kind, Friedrich. I am more than fine, your mother is really the sweetest person I’ve ever met.” you offered him a smile. “I thank you for your though, but it would be not appropriate if some one see us here alone...”

“I-I know and it was not my intention to insult you in any way coming here. It felt strange being in the same place but not being together...I missed you, Y/n.” you felt your heart melt at his words making you close the door behind you so that you were in the desert hall together.

You took his hand bringing it to your cheek. You close your eyes for few moments enjoying his warm against your skin. “I missed you too, Friedrich, but I had to assure your mother with some business.”

You smiled to each other while he came closer to you with a step. You had never imagined that being at the same distance as when you dance would be different if you two were alone. There was no reason to stop, there was no reason to compose yourself if no one would be able to see you, and you were scared that there was nothing to hold your body to take what it craved so much.

He kissed your hair letting your forehead restin on each other. You noticed that his breath had got heavier just as yours and you had to close your eyes to focus on the situation and not on his lips so close to yours.

He cleared his throat caressing your cheek with his thumb. “A proper gentleman would leave, wishing you a good night and telling you he would wait the morning to come so he could see you again.”

“And a true Lady would thank you for your words and praying to the morning to come faster so that the hours spent alone wouldn’t be too much.” you whispered taking big breath. You felt something tickling inside your stomach, your legs shaking and shivers were emanated from his other hand that now was gently rested on your hip.

“Can...can you hear someone approacing? Listen carefully.” both of you staied silent trying to control your breaths so that you could hear better.

No noise arrived at your ears, only the whisper of the night that brought sinful suggest. You shaked your head slowly, not wanting to break the silent that was hugging you, hiding your bodies from the people out there.

He opened his mouths few times, trying to say something but the words died in his throat. He was distracted by so many things...your skin under his hand, the blush on your cheeks... he was drunk of your parfume and your breath on his lips was like a magnet to him; a magnet too strong for his own soul.

He brought his lips on yours, slowly and kindly, leading you on the street of the pleasure. Your body was completely under his control; your hands went to caress his hair while his hand that was on your cheek lowered slowly on your neck. His thumb kept moving on your skin while the hand went on the back of your neck, knowing that you would not be the first to break the kiss, but keeping your body hypnotized by his touch.

He kept his movement slow even when the kiss got deeper. You were sure he knew what he was doing, because when you felt your legs shaking even more he made your back rest on the door closed behind you.

Your body knew what to do, your lips moved with his like it was something you had done every day, and oh god you wished you could. Now that you had tasted him, now that you were feeling his lips on yours and his hands touching your body like he never did, you wanted more. You were sure that you couldn’t have enough of him from that day on, because once you know the sweet taste of a sin, you can’t stop.

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zsocca55 · 3 years

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Hello There fellow Hungarian from Poland!

Do you have aby headcanons about Poland or Polish and Hungarian Relations?

Yay, another Pole! :D Much, much love from Hungary to you guys! ❤️❤️❤️ I tried to summarize my thoughts in short sentences but….eh… sorry for the length of this, but there is like, a ton of history to work with, and one idea popped up after another and then I just got lost typing this. I might as well write a whole book about it. XD

These are listed in more or less historical order. Am I doing this right? I’m bad at making headcanons! Also my interpretation of Poland is very different from his Hetalia presentation and my notes are based heavily on how Poland and Polish people are perceived in Hungary. Sorry if that bothers anyone, but I like to stay accurate to History.

Anyway, I hope this list satisfies!

Poland:

-Used to be really childish and carefree but after the partitions he matured rather quickly

-He is quite the attention-seeker, very social and has many friends but only a few real ones and he has trust issues and fear of abandonment - that’s why he can get very clingy

-Has pride like the size of the moon

-Communicates his emotions poorly - which results in him sometimes mistreating people he likes (Lithuania and Ukraine for example) - he is getting better at reading people though

-He is a “lets get shit done” type of person - you give him a job and he will do it impeccably and in time

-He appears like this happy-go-lucky guy, but it’s actually a coping mechanism

-When he feels down, he becomes emotional - and drinks a lot - he is an emotional drunk

-Had a big fat crush on Ukraine (he even has a folk song dedicated to her, Hej Sokoły!)

-Complains a lot - like a really lot

-Poland keeps old gifts he received from his great kings and queens in a safe (nobody knows about it though)

-The partitions caused him to lose consciousness for weeks. It was the shock of losing his identity as a ‘state’. All countries involved believed that he would die.

-Poland lived with Russia between 1795-1918 due to Russia possessing most of his territory. But he often made official visits to Austria and Prussia to negotiate the treatment of his people with them. He also got away on his own a few times (to help out Hungary in 1848-49 for example).

-Poland accompanied Tadeusz Kościuszko to America, but couldn’t stay for long. Youthful America’s enthusiasm inspired him a lot.

-He is a very bad driver, and had so many accidents he doesn’t keep count, but he is a skilled pilot so he often complains about not being allowed to fly around instead of driving around.

Poland and Hungary:

-Poland was also victim of Hungarian tribal attacks before the 10th century so his boss decided to befriend the new southern neighbour in hopes of making an ally. At first Hungary thought Poland was a girl while he thought she was a boy.

-Hungary first met a Polish tribe called “Lendzianie” and so she named his people “lengyel”. Poland never corrected her though.

-They paid visits to each other often during the early decades of the 10th century and played a lot. Once they jumped in a lake for fun’s sake, without clothes, and Poland quickly realized that Hungary is in fact a girl but he hadn’t got the heart to break the news to her because she was so confident in being a boy.

-They got distanced whenever internal crisises rose in their countries. Even up to this day, if one of them has an internal struggle, the other doesn’t pry and keeps a respectful distance. They respect each others boundaries in every way.

-Poland and Hungary were married twice, but all they ever did was giggle about it like the young teens they were and caused a lot of trouble for their kings with their pranks and mischiefs.

-Poland never understood why Hungary’s attention turned towards Austria in the 1400s though. Hungary also never understood why his attention turned towards Lithuania either.

-Poland and Hungary have a very similar residing scar running in three directions across their bodies which are testimony to them being thorn in three. Poland during the partitions and Hungary during the Ottoman-Habsburg invasions when she was also basically three entities in one.

-Poland fought with Hungary against Austria in 1848-49 but was dragged back by Russia when Hungary lost. He learned of her marriage to Austria through a newspaper much later and was severely disappointed in her.

-Poland tried to negotiate with the Allies in order to save Hungary from being chopped up and lose their shared border, but France faced him with a decision: either shut up and get a place on the map or refuse the treaty and have less territory. Poland never ratified the treaty but he still resents not fighting it more.

-Hungary tried to help Poland during his war with the soviets in 1920-22 but because Czechoslovakia refused to grant access to him out of spite, she turned to Romania of all people, pleading him to help. Romania actually helped.

-Hungary was pretty shaken and isolated from everyone after WW1. Only Poland and North Italy reached out to her, searching ways to keep in contact.

-Hungary resents joining the wrong side in WW2, which made her and Poland enemies. She tried to make the best of the situation and help Poland when her troops were stationed on his territory. They met accidentally in a forest while Poland was marching with partisans towards Warsaw in 1944. She helped him out but Prussia found them and Hungary pretended to take Poland hostage in order to release him later during the night. Her men were killed for fraternizing with the enemy.

-During the German occupation in Poland it was forbidden to listen to Polish nationalist songs and so Hungary and her men played “God save Poland” on repeat just because they could and Poland and his people were very thankful for it.

-When the Iron Curtain was drawn, Hungary hid away in her land, depressed, but Poland kept fighting the new rule until the Poznan protests inspired the uprising in Budapest in 1956. Originally Hungary organized a solidarity march for him but it turned into a freedom fight. She was struck down by Russia though, leaving her bleeding out on her streets with a hole in her chest. Poland flew to Budapest and offered his own blood to save her. Hungary remained unconsious for a week until she woke up. He was at her bedside the whole time.

-Poland often jokes about Hungary probably inheriting his “immortality” because of the blood transfusion.

-Hungary hid away again after 56. He tried to help Hungary get over her trauma by visiting her often during the rest of their years in the Soviet Union, but something broke in her and he didn’t really know what to do.

-This put a certain distance between them.

-After the USSR fell, Poland was quick to make new friends and make up with his neighbours but Hungary came out of her shell much slower. She did admire him for his strength to move on. He also encouraged her a lot to get up and improve her country.

-Hungary considers him her only real friend. She doesn’t trust anybody else with her life anymore. Out of gratitude, she decided to declare a special day for Poland (March 23) and when he heard of it, he actually teared up.

-Nowadays they visit each other on their Independence Days and celebrate together. They also go and cheer for each other’s football teams with hundreds of Poles chanting “Ria, ria, Hungaria!” and hundreds of Hungarians chanting “Polska! Polska!” on the streets.

-After hearing the song “Varsó hiába várod” from the band Republic, Poland thought Warsaw is indeed too far from Budapest so he made a plan to build a railroad so they can come and go between each other’s capitals in five hours. The idea is under construction at the moment.

-Poland and Hungary like to think that they are the heart of V4.

-Hungary goes along with whatever mischief or prank Poland makes up. And vica versa.

-They also promote their friendship with so much enthusiasm that Romania often calls them out for being too mushy.

Uh, thanks for reading through this! I know this is a lots of text, I get carried away when making up ideas. I’m unable to summarize my thoughts in short sentences. I don’t have the ability.

Also 50% of this is not even headcanon, some of these really happened or are happening.

Anyway, I hope I answered your question! :’)

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 3 years

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A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother.

Medieval Au

Princess Y/N Stark of York New must marry a man chosen by her brother, by the time she is 21. Her brother's council have the perfect man in mind, one that is terrifying and hell bent on having his Queen. But Princess Y/N's heart belongs to another, and luckily so does her hand in marriage. 'A princess is far more powerful than a king, my love. You have the power of merging families and kingdoms. You have the power of carrying hopeful heirs to the throne. You have more power than you know...'

Bold italics are flashbacks.

Series warnings: swearing, medieval views on women, arranged marriage, smut, bloodshed, violence, 18+ readers only

Part warnings: talk of arranged marriage, light swearing, slight violence, talk of beheading

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<Part 5<

Part 6

The days that followed the chaos in the woods went by in a blur. Steven seemed to be in meetings none stop, his council keeping him busier than he would have liked but he was King after all. You were certain you went almost three days without seeing him. But there was always someone to keep you entertained or to spend your time with. You did miss the King's company though.

Not long after the clock had hit midnight on your last night in Brook, you found yourself walking down the hallway toward Steven's study. The sound of raised voices coming from behind the closed door made you stop just before you could raise your hand and knocked.

"ENOUGH!" Steven shouted along with what you assumed was him banging his fist down against a table. "I am not discussing this any further, Sir Alexander, please leave."

You tried to move back as quickly as you could before Sir Alexander opened the door but it seems he was far closer than you had expected.

As he stepped out, he almost bumped into you, glaring down at you like you were something underneath his shoe. "Spying on us, Miss Stark."

You glared up at him, "Certainly not, Pierce, I was about to knock on the door. And have you forgotten who you are speaking to?" You scowled at the man.

"My apologise, Your Highness." He bowed to you half-heartedly before sulking off.

You stuck your tongue out behind the wretched man's back before you turned back to face the door, only to find Steven stood leaning against his desk with a grin. You began to blush as he beckoned you in.

"Not very lady-like, Princess." He teased.

"Don't you mean, Miss Stark," You scoffed and closed the door behind yourself, "God, that man,"

Steven sighed heavily as he nodded and pushed himself up from where he was leaning. "He is infuriating... My apologies for the way he addressed you, Y/N. I will have a word with him." He said as he moved around to sit in his chair.

You shook your head, drifting towards his desk. "No need, Steven. I know what he is like... Unfortunately, he is like most men I have the pleasure of knowing." You scowled.

Steven's brow creased as he looked at you, "I hope I am not included?" His tone was light.

You shook your head with a warm smile. "Of course not, Your Majesty."

Steven watched you as you wandered around his office, running your fingertips over the surfaces. There was something troubling you, he could tell just by the way your brow was knitted together, and the soft pout you had on your lips. You were overthinking, why else weren't you asleep.

"What's troubling you, Y/N?" Steven asked.

You looked over your shoulder to him, taking in a deep breath as you took him in. He wasn't wearing his formal court attire, just a plain white tunic that was open, letting some of his chest hair peak out and breeches and boots. He was stressed, you could tell he'd been dragging his hands through his hair.

"I was thinking of you,"

Steven's face twisted with confusion, "Me?" You nodded turning your head back towards his bookcase. "I don't understand, Princess, why would I trouble you. Have I done something wrong?" He frowned.

"No," You spun around quickly, taking steps closer to his desk. "Of course not." You smiled warmly at him. "You could never do anything wrong to me, Steven."

"I hope so," Steven gave you a pleased smile as he rested his head on his hand, "So if I'm not the cause of your trouble, what is?"

"I-" You let out a frustrated sigh as you fiddled with your own hands, "You mentioned before we were attacked in the woods, something about your council forcing you to marry?"

Steven silently nodded.

"Well, I was just thinking about it... I hope you marry someone who adores you... And truly, cares for you... not just as the King of Brook but, as a person..." You blushed deeply looking down to your slippered feet. You'd forgotten you were in your nightdress. Pepper would have a heart attack if she could see you now. "You're wonderful, Steven..."

Steven groaned as he leaned forwards onto his desk and hid his face in his hands. "... Clearly not everyone agrees with you," He sighed, "Why else would Margeret have done what she had?"

Why indeed? You never understood why the Queen of Brook, Steven's wife, did what she did.

Six months after your 16th birthday, Steven and Margret were married and crowned King and Queen of Brook. They were the picture-perfect couple, or so you would have thought. Steven always been a good king. He worked hard to look after his kingdom. 'Queen' Margret didn't like Steven not paying her enough attention over the eight months they were married, not that she was lacking it and she never had anything to do with the court as a Queen should.

No, Queen Margret was far too busy with her lover. Her lover that was from a neighbouring kingdom, one that was not on good terms with Brook. Steven was a broken man for a long time after learning Margret was with her lover since before they were married.

'You look weak, Your Majesty,' Sir Alexander had hissed, 'You need to make a point with her... you know what needs to be done'. And so Steven had his wife and her lover trialled, they were charged with treason and both sentenced to death by beheading.

"I know I shouldn't speak ill of the dead..." You frowned as you thought about that woman and what she had put Steven through, "But she was a bitch!"

Steven looked up at your outburst, unable to help the crooked smile as he watched your frown deepen. He sighed deeply as he ran his hand over the back of his neck. "... Sir Alexander seems to think her family is a good one, and I should marry her cousin-"

"Sharon!" You cut the King off, stepping as close to his desk as you could without bumping into it. "Steven you can not marry that woman, not after what she did."

Sharon was just as evil as Margaret, in your opinion. It was obvious she was jealous of her cousin, having had a crush on Steven since they were children. Sharon preyed on Steven's broken heart, wormed her way into his everyday life, trying to replace the woman who had once been his wife.

Just before your 18th birthday, Steven invited you to visit Brook for one of your first trips without Anthony. Steven had promised you could visit when the weather was warmer. He knew how much you loved the ocean there, and he kept his promise.

One night whilst you were having dinner along with Bucky and Sam, and of course Sharon, the men were making jokes, some at their King's expense. They were friends, their titles did not matter when they were joking. That wasn't the case it seemed for Sharon. She'd always hated having you around the castle and Steven because you were a princess and she was Lady Sharon. You weren't aware of her dislike to you, you had done nothing wrong as far as you knew.

"Sir James, you should not say such things in front of the Princess." Sharon hushed the knight that sat opposite you.

You grinned at Bucky, "No need to worry, Lady Sharon, you'd be surprised of the things I have heard whilst these three jest with one another."

"Perhaps it would be wise for you to stop being in their company, Princess. After all, you are supposed to be a young lady and not some thick-headed man." Sharon spoke down towards her plate.

You let out a small giggle, "I knew it, Your Majesty," You turned to look at Steven with a playful grin, "I always said you were thick." You teased, making the men once again start their laughter and jokes.

"How dare you speak to the King like so," Sharon cried out as she swung her arm through the air and hit the back of her hand against your cheek. "You wretched little child."

"Sharon, no!" Steven snarled as he along with Sam and Bucky pushed their chairs back and stood up. You held your face as tears burned your eyes, threatening to fall. "What have you done."

"Lady Sharon, we have no choice but to arrest-"

"No!" You cut Bucky off and grabbed a hold of Steven's arm as he knelt beside you, wanting to check you were okay. Your eyes were wide and teary as you looked into his. "Please, don't. It-it was a mis- misunderstanding, Steven,"

He shook his head as he reached up and slid his hand over your burning cheek. "Y/N, I-"

"Please. You can't-" You sniffled as the tears finally fell. You cleared your throat and quickly stood up, "If, you'd excuse me," You gathered your skirts and began to run towards the doors, slipping through them before they were barely open.

With a heavy sigh, Steven pushed himself up from where he had been knelt beside you and glared down at Sharon. "Why would you do something so ridiculous as that, Sharon?"

"She was insulting you, Your Majest-"

"SHE IS A FRIEND!" Steven snarled.

"SHE IS A CHILD, STEVEN!" Sharon cried as she tried to move closer to him but Steven stepped back and held his hand up in front him. "Steven-"

"I want you gone by first light. You are no longer welcome here, Lady Sharon." Steven turned his back to her, clasping his hands behind his back as he did.

"But-"

"GO!" Steven ordered her.

Bucky and Sam lead Lady Sharon out of the great hall and to her chambers where she was ordered to stay until first light.

However, that wasn't what happened. When Steven had decided to retire to his chambers sometime after the incident, he found Sharon naked in his bed, begging him to forgive her for her actions. Steven ordered her to leave Brook at once.

Steven stood from his chair with a frustrated sigh, "I know, Y/N," He walked around to where you stood and leaned against his desk. "I have made sure Sir Alexander knows I have no intentions of marrying Lady Sharon." He gave you a reassuring smile as he reached up and laid his hand over the cheek that Lady Sharon had hit. His eyes moved to the other one that the bandit had hit, it had bruised quite badly but thankfully the bruise had nearly faded. "I am sorry for what happened that night." He whispered, smiling as you tilted your face into his palm as your eyes closed.

You reached up and placed your hand over his. "It is in the past, Steven, and it's not you who needs to apologise." You smiled up at him.

Steven let his hand fall from your face and quickly pushed himself from where he leaned, clearing his throat. "You best get some sleep now, Princess."

You nodded, "I shall bid you goodnight then, Your Majesty," You turned away from him but before you left, you turned back and leaned up, pressing your lips against his cheek. "I shall miss you." You smiled, "Good night, Steven," You whispered before quickly turning your back to him and leaving Steven's office before he could respond.

He stood there long after you had left. His cheeks were flushed as he thought about your warm soft lips against his stubble. He would most certainly miss you too. He always did.

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