#How To Convince Wife To Save Marriage Letter All Time Best Ideas

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Kendall Roy x fem!reader ₊ requested ₊

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tags. [sfw] married life, self indulgent, Kendall being a sweetheart, head cannons, domestic fluff, brief mentions of past substance dependence.

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At first, the woman felt little faith in the arrangement. Despite the burning desire of belonging to one another not only emotionally, but legally bound, to share a home, her logical reasoning hammered in the fantasy and prevented her from enjoying the possibility of marriage. She wanted to believe in what Kendall had promised, she really did. But it was a huge step —especially for a recovering addict and a broken mind like hers was— Unsure of her answer, but pathetically yearning to say yes, it took almost no time for the woman to compromise and agree to move in together first. Testing the waters before jumping into the eye of the storm. And fuck, it was the little things. Domestically? They just fit together. The most mundane of activities brought them a special kind of calm joy. Naturally, it didn’t take long for her to finally say yes. 

Both of them had strong personalities and a rather sad tendency to drift into any whim of their passionate hearts. They were incredibly dedicated to their brainchild of the month. This dynamic often resulted in his wife saving him from making a podcast show discussing his life and how to become a successful businessman. For some reason, dear Kendal thought of this enterprise as “Revolutionary”, “Groundbreaking”, and the “Family’s best chance at a rebranding”. As It turned out, Jess had taken an optional subject in college about online content creation. It took the woman a week to convince him to drop the suicidal idea. Kendall, on his part, had got to stop his wife from her shoplifting expeditions and motivate her to double-check the “strong-worded letters” she was about to send to half the congressional staff of the region when they refused the woman’s FOIA request for a case she had been working on. 

She got laughed at her friends -fairly often, as a matter of fact-, especially when they saw her interact with her husband. After all those years of being in a committed relationship, they still acted like high school sweethearts. The woman defended herself against these harmless comments, after all, how could anyone resist Kendall’s sad doe eyes and his sweet smile? Besides, it was deliciously mutual. Her husband couldn’t resist the urge to be around the woman. To make her smile, to talk to her. Going from not being able to take off his eyes of her at every function they coincided, to having the privilege of being her partner was something he did not take for granted. 

There had always been something between the two of them, ever since they had met. Before the pair knew it, all sense of formality had been set aside, to be completely replaced by enthusiastic hand waves and running towards one another for a hug after only a few months of knowing each other. Of course, it was all platonic. And that’s what they told everyone around them, even when they saw Kendall’s unwavering arm around her shoulders, even when they noticed how her hands always tended to orbitate around his arms. How, when his father yelled at him yet again, instead of hos eyes usual path towards the floor, watery, afraid, a sense of resigned fun trailed them upwards to lock them with hers. And she’d smile at him, she’d stick her tongue out and, for a split second, that made him feel better.  Even so, it took Kendall quite a lot of courage and time to admit his feelings towards the woman. 

Part of his rehabilitation consisted of avoiding jumping into new, exciting relationships. After all, addicts tend to replace one habit with another. He was wary at first, doubting the soothing effect her presence brought to his life. But with time, he realized that what he was developing was true affection. And, not only that, but that he wasn’t just another project to the woman. She needed him as much as Kendall needed her. 

His wife is a rather simple woman. All she needs from him, even if it sounds childish, is a small conversation and to kiss him. She kisses him whenever she can. They are sitting on a couch, and she catches a glimpse of his hands hanging loosely from the arming the couch? Sure. She’d grab his free hand and carefully deposit sweet, short kisses amongst its skin. When her husband was working on his laptop, she’d creep from behind and kiss his neck with surprising innocence, laughing and carrying on with her course, in an offhand manner. If they were standing together, she would hear the uncontrollable urge to kiss his shoulder, even in the office, even if all she could feel against her lips was the soft fabric of his suit. And while she was rather disastrous at ties, Kendall still pretended he needed her help with it. Just to receive the affectionate kiss, she would give his jaw after straightening his tie. He would proudly parade around the office —Despite his brother’s constant mocking—. With the poorly done knot on his collar. After all, his wife had taken time out of her day to make it for him. 

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Notes. Slowly getting back into shape with writing! Again, thanks for requesting anon. It’s not proofread but I hope you like it!

As usual, take care of yourself and others!

— Love, Sidey xoox

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How To Convince Wife To Save Marriage Letter All Time Best Ideas

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[ilalos]

Worth it (Anthony Bridgerton x reader) Part 1/2

Summary: You’re Simon’s cousin and you are ready for your first social season, excited for the courting and dancing. Your plans are shattered when you find yourself in an arranged marriage to none other than Lord Anthony Bridgerton, the one man who avoided love like it was the plague.

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, arranged marriage, tiny bit of angst, Anthony is an idiot, if you think of anything else please let me know.

Word count: 2.5k

It was the second season the duke and duchess had the pleasure of enjoying together in their London home. The duke’s household had been rejoicing in the arrival of baby A for a year now and the family was also preparing themselves for the birth of their second child. One might think that they would rather spend these blissful moments away from the chaos that the social season brought, and one might be right.

Simon and Daphne had opted to miss this social season in view of the fact that Daphne would be heavily pregnant when the summer started and would be at risk of having the baby in London instead of the comfort of her home. They chose instead to visit the Bridgerton home before the season started so Daphne could be with her family for a couple weeks with no added stress.

But their plans changed when Simon’s aunt, seeing that they were going to London, decided to ship you, her daughter, with them so you could be part of the social season and hopefully find yourself a husband. The couple had agreed to take you to London and also to chaperone you throughout the social season.

You were a good, polite, and well-prepared lady; your mother had sent you to the finest finishing school in the country to make sure you were molded into the perfect bride. Despite the extensive preparations your mother had subjugated you to, there was one thing they couldn’t take away from you and that was the desire to marry for love. Everyone told you that what mattered was how well you could marry, that you’d eventually grow to tolerate your husband and that your children would give you more than enough joy; but that just didn’t seem enough for you. It didn’t matter how you felt about a loveless marriage though, your mother had been clear when she told you that you had this one season to find a husband and if you didn’t she’d choose for you whomever she seemed fit.

On the day of your arrival you learned she didn’t intend to give you even one season and, with no previous notice to you or him, you were introduced to Anthony Bridgerton as his bride.

Violet Bridgerton had grown tired of her son’s refusal to marry and after pressing him about the matter he admitted he was looking for a wife this season; she didn’t trust him to choose well and when Daphne wrote to her mother about you, she decided it was the perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. And so, with your mother’s blessing, Lord Bridgerton was given your hand in marriage.

“I beg your pardon?” Anthony was shocked, to say the least.

“You heard me, son, this is Lady (y/l/n) and she is to be your bride”

You couldn’t think, move or do anything but stand there staring at the man you were supposed to marry. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish and Daphne had to guide you to take a seat because she feared you might faint. Anthony then excused himself and fled to his study with Simon hot on his heels.

“I’m deeply sorry for throwing this at you with no warning, your mother warned that if you were told before you got here you might have refused to come at all” Violet apologized taking a seat in front of you and taking one of your hands between hers.

“Anthony is a wonderful man and I’m certain you will learn to like him, maybe even love him” continued Daphne.

Meanwhile, in Anthony’s office, a similar conversation was being held.

“What excuse do you have now to reject her?” Asked Simon

“I don’t know her, that’s enough to not want this marriage”

“You said you didn’t wish to love the person you had to marry, so I don’t see the big deal in not knowing her” Simon served himself and Anthony a drink as he spoke.

“Even with that being true, I also said she had to be smart and at least interesting to talk to” he took a small sip of his drink “and also that it wouldn’t hurt if she happened to be beautiful”

“And isn’t she?” Simon raised a brow behind his cup before continuing “She is incredibly smart, kind and she also attended the best finishing school available in the London area, which means she is as proper as a lady can be”

“Well yes, but-”

“Your only problem with her is that your mother forced her upon you”

“My only problem is that I saw in her face she had no idea she was betrothed to me, it is not fair for her to be forced to a short and loveless marriage like ours will be” Anthony finished his drink and slammed the cup on his desk, he knew there was no way out of this.

“She, as any lady in the country, knows that her duty is to marry well” Simon placed his cup softly besides Anthony’s “You’re the most desirable bachelor this season, there’s no better man for her if we look at status, money, and age”

Anthony limited himself to roll his eyes and remained silent, he knew Simon was right but it still stung that because of him you were now forced to be married to a man you didn’t love.

“Well, she’ll be a young widow so she’ll eventually have a chance at finding love”

A knock on the door interrupted Simon’s answer and he was thankful because he was quite frankly tired of Anthony’s certainty that he would die young, he understood that Edmund’s death had been hard for him but it was still tiresome to hear him speak like that constantly.

“Yes?” Called Anthony from his desk, prompting Gregory to enter.

“Mother requests both your presences in the dining hall for supper, now”

The rest of the day was uneventful, Anthony refused to speak to you and you were too shocked to utter a single word to anyone. After supper you excused yourself and went to bed early, when you had laid down Daphne entered your room and gave you a letter from your mother before saying good night and wishing you sweet dreams. You sat up and decided to read the letter before bed, maybe it would bring you some comfort.

“My dearest daughter,

If you’ve received this letter it means that you know about your engagement to lord Bridgerton, we couldn’t find a way to tell you because we feared you might refuse to travel to London if you knew. I hope you understand that all I’m trying to do is securing your future, the viscount is a kind man and you’ll be safe with him. I sincerely wish for you to be happy by his side, and maybe even learn to love him.

I know your father is looking down at you proudly and I’m certain he’ll bless your union with happiness, you were his sunshine and he’ll always take care of you no matter where he is, as will I.

Love,

Your mother who loves you”

You couldn’t help but feel angry at your mother for lying to you like that as if you were a child with no control over your own emotions. It would’ve been nice to know about your fate before you got here, it would have saved you from daydreaming about balls and love matches that you now knew were never going to be possible. Still, you were grateful that they had chosen Anthony, they might as well had promised you to an ugly old man. So you fell asleep that night disappointed on the false expectations you were allowed to have, but grateful for having secured the best bachelor in the season without even trying; it might not have been a love match but at least it was a good one.

-this time jump is brought to you by Roma, my golden retriever-

“If we are to be married no matter what, shouldn’t you spare me the pain of courting her?” Anthony was straightening his tie as he spoke to his mother.

“Courting, in this case, isn’t meant to convince her to marry you, it’s so society can see your intentions are respectable” she took over his hands and settled the bow tie once and for all “this ball is the perfect opportunity for everyone to see you both as a couple”

“And you act as if you weren’t already attending for Eloise” Benedict entered the room also dressed for the ball.

“Chaperoning, not dancing” clarified Anthony.

“It’s only one dance, my lord, it will be over before we know it” you had entered the room without anyone noticing and Anthony was a little taken back by your beauty, but recovered quickly enough.

“The dance might be, but the ball will be unending” with that he left the room to go and rush Eloise, they were going to be late.

You frowned a little looking at his retreating form, he hadn’t said anything about the way you looked, not one single compliment for his future wife. Benedict must have noticed your disappointment because he swiftly stepped in to make you feel better.

“You look positively stunning (y/n)” he kissed your hand with a small wink “My brother sure is a lucky man”

“That he is” called Daphne from the door “Here you go darling” he placed a tiara on your head, “I told you it would look wonderful with your dress, now let’s go” she patted your back softly “Simon’s waiting for us in the carriage”

“We’ll see you at the ball, my dear” called Violet seeing her daughter to the door.

The ball was beautiful and you felt overwhelmed by the number of people in the room. Simon and Daphne guided you through the room and you felt everyone’s stares on you, you hadn’t presented before the queen because you were already in courtship with Lord Bridgerton so everyone was seeing you for the very first time.

Daphne had begun to feel tired and Simon had left to fetch her some lemonade while she found somewhere to sit down for a while, leaving you unchaperoned and praying no one would approach you while they were gone.

“Excuse me, miss?” So much for prayers.

“Yes?” Yo faked a smile as best as you could looking at the old man in front of you.

“I see you have so much space in your dancing card, perhaps I could book myself the next dance?” Your card was in fact empty because your darling fiancé had yet to appear.

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible Mr. Wyatt, since she’s dancing with me,” said Anthony who had gotten to you just in time.

“Perhaps the next one, then?” Persisted Mr. Wyatt.

“That would be my dance” this time it was Benedict who saved you “Would you look at that? Her card is full, maybe you could try on the next ball” You hadn’t even noticed them scribbling all the Bridgerton’s names on your dancing card until it was full, but it now was and you were thankful for it.

“Thank you so much, I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had had to dance with that man” you thanked Benedict.

“What are brothers for if not to protect future sisters-in-law from dancing with horrid men?” He joked back, making you giggle.

“Well then, let’s have our dance and get this over with” Anthony broke you from your fit of giggles.

“Remember you two, you have to look madly in love” at his brother's comment Anthony only managed to huff some curse words under his breath, dragging you to the dance floor by the wrist.

Once on the dance floor, you both got in position, and when the waltz started you began gliding through the dance floor gracefully.

“For someone who says he doesn’t like balls, you are an exceptional dancer,” you said in a playful tone.

“Mother made us take classes when we were little, any respectable man should be a decent dancer”

“They paid off, it’s a pleasure dancing with you” he didn’t respond to anything so you continued “Are there other talents you are hiding from me, Lord Bridgerton?”

“Not that I’m aware off, miss (y/l/n)” his answer was short and it was clear he didn’t care for conversation.

It had been like this since the two of you had been introduced, any attempt you made to get to know him better was quickly shut down by him. It was as if he wanted to remain a stranger to you, but you were to be married and you at least wanted to know a little about him besides his name and his clear lack of humor.

When the dance ended you left the dance floor and met with Colin by the beverages table.

“Why so sad, love?” The pet name caught you off guard but you assumed it had something to do with the alcohol you could smell on his breath.

“It’s nothing, Colin” you attempted to smile as you served yourself a small glass of lemonade “Have you seen my cousin?” You asked before he continued asking questions.

“He is by those tables with Daphne, a ball is no place for a pregnant lady” Colin pointed to the other corner of the room.

You thanked him and walked to where he had pointed, you were ready to leave, and also what Colin said was true, being in this ball was very stressful for Daphne so the earlier you left the better. Soon you spotted your cousin, his wife, and, to your horror, Anthony.

“Cousin! What are you doing here? I thought you’d be dancing with Benedict” said Simon.

“I was thirsty so I went to get some lemonade, here” you handed a glass to Daphne “I brought you some”

“How nice of you, thank you” she took a small sip “shouldn’t you be having fun? It’s your first ball dear”

“I think I’m quite tired already” you turned to look at Simon “Perhaps we could leave, cousin?”

“If you wish” he looked you up and down, making sure you were alright “Why don’t you and Anthony promenade around the room while I send for the carriage? Just to end the night right, at least in the eyes of the people”

You simply nodded and watched the way Anthony rolled his eyes as he offered you his arm. His plain rejection of you always hurt you, you knew he didn’t love you but never did you expect him to despise you. You walked by his side with a soft smile planted on your face but on the inside, you were hurting because with each day you saw your future clearer, and what the future held for you was being married to a man who could not stand you and would never love you. But then he lead you to your carriage and kissed your cheek when you were out of everyone's view, maybe he didn't find you so bad after all.

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Hi! I hope you enjoyed reading this, if you like it let me know i love the feedback. I’m kind of in love with Anthony atm so that’s why this is the second story I’ve written of him. Thanks for reading! :)

[the-air-nomad]

Our duty (part 2)

 part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/the-air-nomad/719043967998656512/our-duty-part-1?source=share

Sokka POV:

 After learning the wonderful news, my life underwent a 180-degree turn. First, I had to break up with Suki through a letter. At least now she will have a topic of conversation with Mai. Do I need to mention that Zuko already sent me a message in which he made fun of me with all the subtlety of a lion moose?! I think not! Then I had to witness Katara's argument with father about the fact that arranging the marriage of his own son does not help to prove to the new people from the North that arranged marriages are wrong and that children should be left to choose their own partners. At least Aang had the decency to console me and grieve for me. It would have been much better if he hadn't given a related monologue about how his life would end if Katara was no longer with him. OOGIES! I also received some encouragement from Toph, who advised me to stop crying like a baby koala sheep and to move on like the big boy that I am. Did you think that was the worst part? Nooo! Gran-Gran decided this would be a great time to spend some quality time with my new grandpa. So I had to learn to make an engagement necklace from master Pakku. I don't care what Katara and Aang say, that guy doesn't know how to teach at all. I received more than a dozen slaps on the back of the neck because I have no respect for tradition and for my future wife. In the name of Tui and La, I am a warrior not a jeweler! I hope that Yue is luckier than me and that she doesn't have to go through such torture!

Yue POV:

I can't believe that my father could do such a thing! I will die of shame! The worst thing was that he expected me to be happy! Yes, I really loved Sokka and I still love him, but even though his decision to leave me broke my heart, I had to accept his decision! I know that I also broke his heart when I confessed to him that I was engaged. I can't even think about the fact that he already had a girlfriend. I still remember the moment I found out about his new conquest. A messenger from the Earth Kingdom had come to the palace to announce the end of the war. I was so happy to learn that my friends had succeeded and so proud that they had become extraordinary heroes. Then the messenger started to tell some adventures of the avatar team. To be honest, I still hoped that now that Sokka had become a true hero, and also a prince, he would return to the North to shame all those who had doubted him and to ask for my hand in marriage. I had noticed that my father was thinking the same thing as me when he asked the earthbender more about the Water Tribe warrior. Our hearts dropped at the same time when we heard how Sokka snuck into the best guarded prison in the world alongside the fire prince, all to save his red-haired girlfriend and his father. Tears started to fall almost instantly and I ran as fast as I could to my room. It seems that my prince was already living a fairy tale with another girl.I don't even know how much time I spent crying. At some point I came to terms with the idea that Sokka couldn't have loved a boring woman like me. I'm just a little girl protected from the world, I don't have extraordinary intelligence or beauty and I can't fight. But my father was not reconciled to the idea that his princess was rejected in favor of a scumbag from the Earth Kingdom. He immediately contacted Master Pakku and they tried to do all kinds of things to facilitate a future marriage to unite our tribes. It seems that Master Pakku had not completely given up his old ideas and that he considered the fighter Kyoshi totally unsuitable for his new grandson. He even tried to convince the rest of the family members of this but was unsuccessful and had to give up in order not to sabotage his marriage. Although 5 years have passed in which my father tried to marry me without success, as soon as the problem of the independence of the South appeared, he did not hesitate to take advantage.Tui and La, please forgive me for taking part in such a dishonorable act and give me the chance to get revenge on Sokka and his family. 

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[kiivg]

.I decided to just go with my three heroes instead of like all my dragon age romances because I’ve got someone for Blackwall, Gaspard, and I’ve got a mind for someone with Dorian too. Then I’ve got a whole load of OC x OC as well, and trying to draw all of them would be time consuming. However! During drawing this, I realised that, technically, Andrastopher, Anders, Marcus, and Zevran, have all slept with one another. Whether that’s between two people or more just depends on when in the timeline haha…. ,’:)c.

.Anyway there’s some things about my Heroes and their love interests below :), thank you for asking! I’m always excited to talk about my OCs.

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.Andrastopher and Zevran’s relationship starts out as quite a basic thing. Something that’s not talked about in camp or on any of their journeys, but everyone knows it’s happening. On Andrastopher’s side, it’s something to make him forget for a little while, something to take his mind of everything that’s happening to him. Zevran, after all, offers this to him as more of an incentive to keep him alive knowing that Andrastopher most likely will end up killing him. Something that Andrastopher wasn’t exactly quiet about, he did actually plan on presenting Zevran’s head to Arl Howe at some point.

.Of course, everything changes with the course of time. Fighting beside one another in such dangerous situations, it was bound to leave them closer than before. They save each other’s lives, they tend one another’s wounds, and one night, Andrastopher doesn’t slink back to his own tent with a satisfied hum in his belly and stays curled around the other man. There’s a tenderness that blooms between them both, and what was not talked about before, is shown more and more openly.

.Zevran, I think, falls in love with Andrastopher before Andrastopher falls in love with him. He’s too broken to glue himself back together long enough to even think about such a thing. It probably doesn’t help that Zevran had started off by complimenting him on his looks above anything else, and Andrastopher knows he’s a weird looking man; more of a curiosity than a crush to anyone who looks at him. Anything Zevran had said after that was taken with the knowledge that the man would be lying.

.By the end of the blight, something that Andrastopher had hoped to die in, he’d found a reason to live again. Completing Morrigan’s ritual was a risk to take, but one he did so willingly so he could waken next to Zevran another day. However odd their beginnings were, neither man was willing to see the other one gone.

.After the blight, Andrastopher struggles with everything he knows. There’s no place for him in the world, and he cannot hide in Zevran’s arms as if there is nothing wrong. He takes a year to himself, sacrificing himself to the Qun, accepting that he needed a restriction in being who he was meant to be. It was a hard time apart, but the reunion was a sweet one. Though time and work takes them apart for perhaps months at a time, they remain loyal to one another. They marry at some point, a small thing which really only included the pair themselves, a chantry Mother, and Oghren who was both amused and embarrassed about it all.

.To this day they remain together, and regrets have been spoken about how they had initially started out. Andrastopher knows he should have treated Zevran better, something the man has forgiven him for over and over throughout their years. 

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.Marcus and Anders’ relationship was in-game the rivalmance because it’s so much more delicious than the basic romance. But, in my mind, it’s different.

.They start off butting heads in Kirkwall, Marcus needs Anders’ help, and Anders’ needs Marcus’ help. The idea of anything between them isn’t really on the table at the time since Marcus has been spending his time between Meeran’s legs more often than not. They both find each other insufferable for a variety of reasons; Marcus is egotistic, narcissistic,  overtly cocky, and spends most of his time either fighting or fucking or playing that ridiculous lute he won in the Hanged Man. Whilst Marcus thinks Anders’ fight has been blown to unrealistic proportions, and he’s championing something that can be overcome easily enough, the man has a hero complex that grates on his nerves. Marcus is a Fereldan apostate who lives freely, and he can’t understand why people don’t just escape from the circle; his father did easily enough.

.After the Deep Roads expedition, coming home after eating nothing but mushrooms and drinking rock water for weeks, just to return to Carver’s newfound templar job really makes him rethink his attitude in Kirkwall. Marcus becomes openly supportive of the Templars, he has no choice; Carver’s relation to a mage has him under valiant watch, and though money helps, Marcus has to be on his best behaviour. Being seen with Anders can only damage his reputation, but they had kissed in that foggy desperation in the Deep Roads, not that they’d spoken of it, but it remains a memory that tasted sweet despite their breath.

.Marcus spends most of his time in the Blooming Rose in the next few years, wealth and desire letting him flaunt his time in rented beds. Anders yet plays on his mind, pulling him back time after time whenever he hears the man needs his help. They fight and disagree, snapping with magic curling in their fingertips. Anders feels like Marcus is betraying the very core of himself; denying that he’s a mage in every positive song he sings of the Templars. He hates the man with an intensity that boils over in the need to return to that time in the Deep Roads; when mages and templars didn’t matter, and the once fat Fereldan apostate gave away his shares of tasteless fungi to the mage who knew how to heal wounds. They fight and kiss, biting at each other with teeth and nails, and it is Marcus who storms away; burning with confusion and singed footsteps, and awaiting a visitor at the end of the night.

.When things get particularly bad, Marcus gives in to Anders’ way of thinking, apologising for what they had been through over the years. He gives him a key to the Hawke estate. It’s a safe place to hide, a safe place to smuggle mages in and out. He warns him on Carver’s inclusion, Marcus can’t be seen helping; it would only come back upon his brother and he’s not willing to risk such a thing.

.Anders stops by the estate more and more, and the animosity between them settles into something of a comfort. The man is there when Leandra is killed, he is there to stop him from killing Merrill just a few nights after, he is there to drag him home from the Blooming Rose when he drinks too much to remember where he lives. Marcus knows he doesn’t deserve any of it, and he is selfish when he kisses Anders for the first time in years, selfish when he tries to drag him into bed, selfish when he asks him to stay the night. Marcus’ rise to Viscount is the only thing that keeps Anders safe, and is the only reason that Anders is able to be smuggled from Kirkwall after the explosion.

.It’s a year and a half before they see each other again. Justice has been calmed over the months, and Marcus’ attempts at keeping Kirkwall sane had slowly been overthrown by a group of zealots. A mage couldn’t hold position for any longer, and he had no choice but to flee. He’d spent six months building a home for himself in the ruins of Lothering, and he welcomes Anders with laughter and disbelief when he sees the man again. Years had passed since they had first met in Darktown, but seeing Marcus with a small herd and a weight settling in his gut, it’s the most real he’s ever been.

.They settle together, never intending for it to be permanent. But there is a loneliness that could only be combatted together, and when mages begin to find them it’s hard not to fall in love with one another when they work to rebuild what was once lost. A small village sprouts around them, mages seeking safety and succour found under the guidance of a heavy stranger named Conchobhar, and that taller fellow named Jarl.

...

.Goddard and Yetta’s relationship isn’t actually an in-game thing, since he’s seventy-one at the beginning of Inquisition, and like what options do I ever have apart from making him a sugar daddy (I missed a thing there for sure AH), so I gave him a wife called Yetta.

.Essentially, it’s an arranged marriage for them. Which begins terribly, because neither want to marry the other; Goddard is still holding out hope that he will find his first love again, and Yetta was betrothed to him since she was a child so she’s never had a choice. Their wedding is awkward, Goddard tries to convince his little brother, Milward, to take his place, and Yetta is caught trying to escape from the actual event. Goddard also turns up in Orlesian finery in an attempt to insult Yetta’s family and to remind them that he spent a good few years in bed with a chevalier. It works, but, the wedding still goes ahead, and they’re both miserably married by the end of the day.

.Despite his tactics, Goddard promises Yetta that he’d stay truthful to her regardless of whether or not they end up in bed together. And, in the beginning, neither of them wanted to. Goddard spends his nights sleeping on the floor, and there’s a more than obvious rumour floating around that they haven’t yet slept together. Despite all the pushes and shoves they receive; Goddard being pushed into Yetta’s room as she dresses for the day, Yetta being forced into the bathing chambers whilst Goddard is alone in there, conversations of sex being brought up at their meal times, and even being locked in their bedchamber for so long that Goddard ends up bum rushing the guards who bring them food at meal time.

.It’s not the best beginning, but there is a camaraderie that begins between them in their joint frustrations. Their attraction to one another begins in the written letters they send over the years. With Goddard working in Ferelden, and Yetta remaining in Ostwick, it’s the only way of communicating they have. And though it takes years, it’s hard to deny the way that their feelings grow each time Goddard gets some weeks away from the military.

.Together they have three children over the years, agreeing to stop trying after that due to Wakefield’s complicated birth. They remain happy together until this day, accepting a few blips over the years, and the rather gargantuan blunder of Goddard having an affair whilst incapacitated and presumed dead in Ferelden. Everything that is thrown at them is tackled head on and together, and it is obvious in almost everything that the do together, that their love grows ever stronger every minute they spent beside one another.

.TL:DR: all my heroes are happy and loved and alive :)c.

[guqin-and-flute]

But like picture it. Yaoli is like such a good balance. Memg Yao being like, guess I gotta save my reckless brother-in-law and with a couple of good points and Yanli the Wens join the family. Meng Yao thinks that is the end of it but then WWX has ADOPTED apparently and now a timy A-Yuan is following his Xiao-Shushu around and Meng Yao is gone. No one is touching this kid. Yanli agrees. Meanwhile there is JC happily and confusedly stumbling around WQ in some parody of courting. 1/2

So of course Meng Yao and JC, without WWX present, probs qhen they qre both working on paperwork, have this quiet convo about talking and telling someone you are interested. And even if they don't get together WQ and JC become friends. And Yanli is so happy to have the house full of noise and her hubby supporting her loved ones so she wants him to have his. Que her writing some letters to NHS and LWJ (killing two birds at once with this given WWX pining) 2/3

So with some mild scheming, a few dinners, bonding over fans, and Yanli getting two new friends the triogets the 3zun together and theybtalk through their issues before it gets too murdery. Memg Yao is touched, Xichen is thrilled his best friends are gettinf along, Mingjue admits he may have missed Meng Yao, and NHS is thrilled because he always liked Meng Yao and is happy to be able to spend time with him (whoch he did when possible anyway) without shouty big brother fallout. 3/3  

Anon, you have the BEST galaxy brain, holy FUCK. I LOVE the image of JC awkwardly doing bird mating dances around a very confused Wen Qing.

Oh oh OH. Maybe in THIS one, the way to save the Wen remnants is that when WWX comes busting out of Qiongqi way and A-Yao is the one that shows up while Yanli and JC and LWJ stay behind and calm down the Sect Leaders and speak on behalf of their less than diplomatic shixiong. WWX looks down at him with a zombified WN and hoard of scared Wens and says, “HELP.” And since JGY has absolutely no reason to cover for his father and what he’s been doing to the Wen’s anymore and he likes Wuxian and it would make his wife very happy, he says, “I have an idea.”

And there may be a bit of a panic getting everyone back to Lotus Pier because they know the Jin’s are gonna be pissed about the jail break and JGY looks over at JC and says, “You have to marry Wen Qing,” and just about everyone spits out their various drinks and says, “wHaT,” at every conceivable volume but he’s right and if they are under the Jiang’s protection, JGS has to play nice because the Sects are so close. JC is Very Worried about what this means for his image as a Sect Leader, but both his siblings and brother-in-law convince him that it’s okay because a lot of the Sect Leaders suck a lot, actually? Wen ‘I would do anything for the people I love’ Qing says “Fine. When’s the wedding?” and they are married, of course for Very Political And Not Personal Reasons At All, This Is Strictly Business And For The Good of Not Perpetuating Genocide, Thank You Very Much. 

And that’s how you end up with 2 Marriages of Convenience Growing Into Love in 1 AU, thanks for coming to my tutorial.

Wuxian gets right on making Wen Ning all conscious again in the comfort of his own home.

JGY going straight up from ‘why is this child following me’ to ‘this child...is now my nephew. I’ve never had a nephew before. And if anyone looks askance at said nephew...they are going to die very horribly :) ‘ and WQ is like ‘...okay buddy. Thanks?’ and WWX is like ‘HELL YEAH, YOU GET ME’. 

3zun’s making nice on each other just makes it all the more impossible for Jin Guangshan to pull any bullshit on the Jiang Clan for oopsie-absorbing the last of the Wen’s because when you have a very pleasantly and pointedly smiling Lan Xichen and a no-nonsense glaring Nie Mingjue when you bring it up at the next Cultivation Conference, it sort of makes it obvious that 3 of the 4 Big Clans are not going to go along with your fuckery anymore, my guy.

Yanli very deliberately building a supportive social network around her husband and socializing him to actually accept love and care is the best bedtime story, TELL IT AGAIN.

[chilling-in-the-dark]

The Batboys Growing Up as Yandere’s Part 5: Damian Wayne

This is a yandere story; it mentions elements of obsession, possessiveness, death, murder, and kidnapping. If any of this is triggering for you, I understand, and you don’t have to read it.

As always, feedback is welcomed.

Tim had moved out by the time Bruce found out about Damian; in fact, Tim had left as soon as his girlfriend returned his affections.

When Damian Wayne was still Damian Al Ghul, he’d always been told that caring too much for anyone was a weakness, that it would get him killed. So, he couldn’t understand why his father, the great Batman held on so tightly to his wife. Damian doubted that the woman whom he refused to call a Wayne, because that right should have been reserved for his mother, could even defend herself properly. Damian would have killed her in the early days if he thought he could have gotten away with it.

Though Mrs. Wayne’s patience and constant care slowly wore down his walls, and then he started to envy his father. Yet at the same time, Damian didn’t think he deserved someone; he was a demon who’d killed people. Yet, at the same time, he craved love, Damian yearned for soft touches and sweet smiles.

It was the summer before his freshman year of high school when he’d made a dumb mistake, one his mother would have killed him for, and when the villain he’d been fighting used it to their advantage, he’d barely managed to get away with his life.

It had surprised you to find Robin bleeding out on your fire escape. Against your better judgment, you took him inside and tended to his wounds as best you could, glad your mother was rarely home since her and your stepfather’s messy divorce, you think after six of them she’d learn to cope better.

Damian woke several hours later to find an angel leaning over him; for half a second, he wondered if he’d died. Damian corrected himself; if he died, he certainly wasn’t going to meet an angel. Also, he probably wouldn’t feel like he’d just been given the beating of a lifetime.

“Oh, thank god your alive,” you spoke, relief flooding your voice. You’d done your best to stop the bleeding, but a lot of his wounds looked like they needed stitches, something you weren’t capable of.

Once Damian came to as much as his blood loss would let him, he felt his face, relieved to find his angel had left the mask in place. Robin didn’t speak much until Batman arrived, but then as he was carried out by his father, you could have sworn you heard, “Thank you,” fall faintly from the boy’s lips.

You didn’t know it, but you’d come to regret the night you’d saved a Robin from certain death.

It wasn’t a month later your mother came into your bedroom, demanding to know why you had a letter from Gotham Academy. “So, help me, you better not have applied I told you we can’t afford this and don’t you dare bring up scholarships, those don’t cover uniforms or books.” She’d spent the better part of an hour yelling, not letting you get a word in edgewise, so you couldn’t tell her that you hadn’t applied. Finally, she thrust the envelope onto your dresser and left.

You knew it was probably a scam, but you opened the envelope anyway, only to find a letter about being awarded a full Martha Wayne Foundation scholarship, it supposedly covered every expense necessary to attend. You decided that you’d look up the school’s number and call them in the morning. At worst, you’d end up embarrassed, but if this letter was real, you might have a shot at a future.

It had taken more strength then Damian thought he possessed, to keep him from killing your mother, as he watched the live feed from the security camera he’d installed in your bedroom. Damian had only put them in there because he wanted to keep you safe, but sometimes he couldn’t help himself; he wanted to see how his beloved was doing.

He’d been happy to see you on the first day of school. Actually, he’d gotten to see you before class even started. Your bike tires being several years older than you, had finally given out, and of course, it had started raining of all things.

You’d been cautious when the town car came to a stop beside you, even more so when you saw the back window rolled down to reveal Damian Wayne, but the boy had somehow managed to get you into the car with him. While he’d been rough around the edges, Damian had managed to come off as sweet and charming. It hadn’t been hard something about your presence soothed him, made it easy to let out emotions he usually kept bottled up.

He’d spent the day by your side, and for the first time in a long time, Damian felt at peace; in his eyes, you truly were an angel sent down to save his soul. Damian was convinced that meeting you was fate, that some higher being was giving him a chance, someone to love and that maybe if he did it right and kept you safe, it might make up for his sins.

You were sixteen when Damian had finally asked you out, you’d been happy, how could you not be, your crush liked you back, You’d gushed on the phone to your friends for hours afterword, they were dumbfounded that you hadn’t realized how in love with you the boy was, “He calls you Beloved for peat’s sake, of course, he’s in love with you.”

To you, this was a new relationship, but to Damian, it had been formalizing what he already knew to be true. You were his, and that class ring on your finger would prove it until a wedding ring could take its place.

That time would come on your graduation day when Damian had just finished his valedictorian speech when he knelt in front of you and pulled out a small black box. You knew what was in it before he’d even had a chance to open it and reveal his family’s heirloom engagement ring. Mrs. Wayne must have given it to him.

You’d cried happy tears as he put the ring on your finger, once that was done Damian leaned in to kiss you while ignoring the clicking of cameras. Despite what many think, Damian loved PDA because it let the entire world know whose protection you were under. You wanted the wedding to wait until after college, much to Damian’s dismay, but he’d begrudgingly accepted your choice. Though to Damian’s satisfaction, the wedding came a lot sooner than you’d planned.

You’d been attending Gotham university for a few months now and had been loving it, that is until you spent longer then you’d planned in the library. You knew Damian would want you to call him so he could come and get you, but you knew he was on patrol, and while you didn’t like the idea of walking in Gotham after dark, you’d walked home at night before and never had an issue.

Tonight though, a mugger had pulled you into a dark alley and pointed a gun at your face demanding all your valuables. You’d relented giving the man everything you had on you, but you’d forgotten to give him your ring. You loved the ring, and it was a Wayne family heirloom, but you knew it wasn’t worth your life, so when the man slapped you and demanded you give it up. You instantly started working the ring off your finger.

Just as you’d slipped it from your hand, Robin showed up and started whaling on the guy. You’d never seen Damian so vicious before, but he’d refrained from killing the man in your presence, not wanting you to see death. An angel should never have to see such darkness, no that was reserved for a demon like him, so Damian slipped a tracker on the unconscious man and took you to the manor. Once he’d managed to calm you down enough to sleep, he’d go back out and finish the job.

Damian had used the incident to convince you to marry him sooner, playing up how short life could be and asking you what the point in waiting was. The next day the two of you applied for a marriage license, and during New Jersey’s mandatory three-day waiting period Alfred and the other Wayne wives planned and organized the whole wedding. It was a small and intimate affair, but lovely none the less, everything had been perfect.

Until the next day, that is, when you woke up and found yourself in a locked room, you definitely hadn’t gone to sleep in. Damian was also noticeably absent. Your heart was in your throat, had you been kidnaped, if so how did they get into Wayne manor and why didn’t Damian wake up, your husband was a light sleeper.

There was no way anyone could have taken you without waking him up even if, by some improbability, you hadn’t woken up yourself. You’d never felt so relieved as you did when Damian walked through the door breakfast tray in his hands. Maybe this was some sort of staycation to make up for not being able to go on a honeymoon.

“Dami, why is the door locked?” You asked anyways, not expecting the answer that you were going to get.

“To make sure you can’t leave the safety of this room beloved,” He said, and your blood froze because Damian’s tone made it sound as if he believed it was completely normal to lock his wife in a room. You tried to explain to him how messed up that was, but he ignored your arguments. Your husband wasn’t the man you thought he was.

You weren’t dumb enough to think you could take Damian in a fight, so you waited until he left for patrol to start looking for an exit. All that got you was a bruised shoulder because, apparently, the window was freaking bulletproof glass.

You’d decided that tactic was useless because all it got you was Damian fussing over you, and right now, the last thing you wanted was your kidnaper anywhere near you. So, you stopped eating and made it clear to him that you weren’t going to unless he let you go. Part of you still loved him, so it broke your heart to see such a proud man beg, but no matter how much he cried and pleaded, you held firm.

You kept it up for about a week before you woke up tied to the bed, Damian making it clear that if you weren’t going to eat willingly, he’d force-feed you, after all, he’d vowed to keep you safe, even if it was from yourself.

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SFW Alphabet | Kadokura Toshiyuki

There he is, the tanuki man! Ask box is now OPEN. You can check tosikowrites tag for more. Warning: there’s a lot under the cut.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

 Thanks to the omnipresent influence of bad luck, Kadokura has little experience when it comes to love life (yes, we don’t count a marriage which was a complete failure, okay, his wife and daughter ran off), courtship, and romance in general. Those relationships he was involved in never grew in anything serious, and he was often left with nothing but a broken heart so, obviously, when Kadokura starts to notice a flaring interest in anyone, he is confused.

First, what? Second, why? Could it happen in a more convenient time, not when he is hunted by a rabid Superior Private and, potentially, by a dozen more dangerous personalities in Hokkaido? Despite being a complete wreck, Kadokura tries to play it cool. He acts just as unperturbed as always, does not go out of his way to impress his untimely crush because what if they don’t like him at all? Worse! What if they are disgusted with him or something?

Thus the only affection they can expect are endless entertaining conversations, - Kadokura knows a ton of fables and his heart skips a bit when they laugh at yet another story, - and help whenever they may need it. In fact, he is just scared to death that his “luck” will affect them too. Moreover, if it happens, he won’t be able to protect them or play a knight in shining armor since he isn’t that personable, formidable, strong…

Kadokura is a king of pinning and self-doubt so, you know, the only way this relationship can progress anywhere is if his crush takes the initiative. Takes him by the hand, makes some compliments, shows that they care and are interested. The best option would be to just tell him directly what a dumb dummy he is that he can’t notice their green lights.

After that everything becomes much easier: Kadokura slowly steps up his dating game! Sure, it’s a long time from “Wow, your eyelashes are so long. Like cow’s eyelashes” to “Moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” (Note: check out Natsume Soseki to understand the context!) and from chilling by the fire to sitting on the porch of own house but trust the process.

Mostly relies on the way his partner shows their affection and adjusts to them. If they are more about verbal affection, he will put all his efforts into becoming smooth talker, if they are a more physical person, Kadokura will hold them by the hand and hug the shit out of them. Simple as that.

 B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

 The start of this friendship is unpredictable. They had to meet either before Kadokura started to work as a jailor (or they had to be imprisoned in Abashiri lol) or after he joined Hijikata Toshizou. Both options come down to Kadokura getting into some kind of trouble like make another lunatic mad at him and his future best friend, or simply bumping into them on the street, scattering all of the goods they just bought on the road. Kadokura gets under the horse's hooves in an attempt to collect them. Now he needs medical help. Please, help this poor man.

Never initiates anything but if you offer to hang out Kadokura will be down. Again, hanging out with him is a double-edged sword: you may end up in the maelstrom of events that will leave you with a shit ton of crazy stories for grandkids or you may fall onto the ground and lie like a stone telling each other the dumbest puns. Both are good, in my opinion, just be aware of the possibilities.

There are moments when he can't stop complaining about life. Usually, it happens over a shot of sake when Kadokura’s cheeks crimson, long sighs substitute commas in between of lamentations, and the atmosphere becomes more intimate. The prisoners are, of course, very attentive listeners, but you will not get any emotional feedback from them. With freshly made best friend, Kadokura tends to overshare and then profusely apologize for that.

Just like with Hijikata Toshizou, he will stick his neck out for them but won’t expect the same in return. To the point where if he was forced to choose between saving either Hijikata or his best friend, Kadokura will have to commit die instead.

 C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Enjoys being cuddled more than he originally thought. For the first time in a while, his palms are sweating, butterflies are swarming in the stomach, so gentle touch feels almost dazing: Kadokura may even flinch in surprise when they start nuzzling on his shoulder like a cat. Later he finally convinces himself to ease off enough to pull them into an unescapable hug, fall together on the ground and fool around or pull them on his lap and plant few kisses on their cute nose. Doesn’t like spooning because every time he is big spoon three is no way he can keep hands to himself. The temptation is too great, and Kadokura doesn’t even try to resist it.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Why this question?. Who even dreams of a nasty cozy home? Of the disgusting overwhelming feeling of safety with the love of one’s life? Waking up and falling asleep together, sharing all good and bad from day to day? HORRIBLETERRIBLEAWFUL sign Kadokura up. Of course, he wants to settle down. The desire to have a family nest has been growing in his heart for years but until now there was no person to share this dream with. He brings up the idea of living together as soon as it seems more or less appropriate and flies over the moon (at the speed of light) when his partner supports it. Good at cooking but sucks at cleaning.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Classical breakup with “It’s not you, it’s me” line in it. Kadokura will not break up with his partner until all possible methods of saving relationships have been tried out: this is one of the most difficult decisions in his life ever and fucking up something that can be saved would be idiotic. He has doubts until the last second of course. Scratching the back of his head awkwardly and dejectedly avoiding their gaze, Kadokura tries to get to the point but his speech is interrupted by endless ummms and ughs. In the end, he feels as awful as they do, guilty and somewhat ashamed, so after making sure they are not going to do anything stupid, Kadokura flees.

There is not a lot to say besides that Kadokura clearly understands how hard it is to be left (and usually that’s how breakup feels like you were left on the side of the road) so he tries to be delicate. Checks up on them from time to time by sending long letters with detailed descriptions of his misadventures.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He is no longer at an age when postponing a wedding is almost a matter of course but, at the same time, Kadokura is held back by the fear that this marriage will end like a previous one. Is he legally divorced at all?... Anyway, Kadokura is torn between proposing on the first anniversary and waiting an unknown amount of time until they bring up this question. Dreams of a small wedding with one or two guests from both sides so they are not obligated to be too serious and constrained with traditions. Kirawus has to be one of the guests, he cries at the sight of happy butthole peeker Kadokura.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Ayyy, he is the type of man who lets his hand go numb but won’t move it to not disturb his loved one’s sleep. Kadokura is way more gentle than any of the ex-soldiers, both physically and emotionally but his attempts to show it often come off as kind of awkward and malapropos. Do not let it upset you: Kadokura is a master in turning everything into a good joke and laughing at small inconveniences. He is the one to apologize first after the big argument, the one to offer a big hug after a bad day, the one to sit beside and listen to the emotional rent without giving even one unnecessary comment.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Whenever his loved one wants, Kadokura will be there with arms outstretched to the sides, ready to give them the tightest hugs. He likes to gently rub their back at the same time or nuzzle against their neck but is hesitant if there are any onlookers.

In family life, he has no problem with randomly running up to his loved one for a hug. Really, Kadokura is a sucker for unexpected back hugs where he can put hands on the partner’s waist and press them into his body, deliberately distracting them from housework.

You can easily tell Kadokura is having a rough day when he slips from usually coveted embraces: it is an unconscious trick to fish out a double portion of physical affection from his loved one.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Pretty fast compared to others. Half of the year, maybe? It has to be obvious you love a person by that time or so Kadokura thinks. He is not afraid to be misunderstood since by the time confession is ready to slip from his tongue, Kadokura already has planned a whole paragraph ahead of all questions: if they are not ready to say it back that’s fine, if they don’t feel the same right now or in general that’s fine if they need space to think about that’s fine. Everything is fine with Kadokura, he just wants to convey the idea that they are irreplaceable and make him feel like no one did before.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

A definition of confusion in all scenarios since he can’t clearly understand his own emotions. Is it a disappointment? If it is anger, it’s greatly diminished by a feeling of worthlessness. If they are being hit on, Kadokura sees himself as a rather weak opponent but picks himself up and stands next to a partner, gently taking them by the hand, and asks them if everything is alright. If the rival is excessively pushy, Kadokura will let out a heavy sigh before getting into a fight because no way he will let any bastard hurt his loved one. Needs to be patched up after the fight. Can’t stop smiling like a fool when they wipe the blood abundantly oozing from a broken nose. It’s good for his ego.

If they decided to flirt with anyone, Kadokura chokes on his own saliva. Like. What. This is so humiliating. He wants the ground open to swallow him up, along with all his stupid feelings for them, which, apparently, mean nothing. Needs a lot of space to cool down and has a hard time confronting them about the situation. Kadokura is more comfortable with repressing this unpleasant memory than sorting things out.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

With Kadokura every kiss is just like the first one in the best sense of the word: his kisses are gentle, warm, not too sloppy, not too dry, not priestly prude, and not teenagerly aggressive. Although he has a funny (or annoying, it is not for everyone) habit: sometimes he decides to smooch them in the middle of talking just because. If they scold him for that he just laughs it off and plants a hundred more kisses on their poppy-red face.

Loves to kiss his partner on temples and lips but, honestly, as long as it’s them Kadokura will kiss them whenever, from the top of the head to the tip of their pinky toes, literally. Prefers to be kissed on the lips too but also on the neck, chest, and belly.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

First of all, Kadokura loves children with his whole heart. Second of all, kids love Kadokura like no other babysitter. Put them together in one room and watch them vibe. Honestly, he is naturally good around little ones, it looks like he was born with a talent to keep up with those fidgets. If his child is struggling with any school subject, Kadokura will spend the evening with them, helping them to understand a difficult concept. Even if he doesn’t understand it himself, nothing can stop Kadokura from dive into books, teach himself, and then explain learned stuff to kids. Absolutely amusing when he babytalks. Wants three or four children but still has a fear of being a bad father (unreasonably!).

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Lazy as mornings can be. No one hurries to jump out of the bed to get down to business, and the house stays silent until late noon. After waking up, Kadokura languidly sits up in the sheets, yawns, and curls up back to his partner, spending another few hours snoozing in their warmth.

Eh, it feels like Kadokura is the type of person that is awfully quiet in the morning. It is easier for him to convey his thought with gestures than to start moving his tongue. Well, except when it comes to kisses. He doesn't mind spending some energy on that.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are calm and cozy. They are pretty much normal, usually spent at home since it is nearly impossible to drag Kadokura anywhere after 6 p.m. On especially good days, he can surprise his partner with simple but delicious food: unusual gourmet dishes of the Michelin 3-star restaurant level aren’t his forte but miso soup made with unconditional love is definitely his signature dish.

Fond of playing games with his loved one despite losing 9 times out of 10. They have lost more than five dices already but Kadokura keeps buying new sets, of higher quality and higher price. After the game is finished, Kadokura or his partner thinks up a challenge for the loser like cook for a week or call the winner one specific word for a day so they can have more fun.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

 They have to become his friend before Kadokura starts to reveal more info than the one that is known to everyone in the area. By the way, a good indicator of closeness is the ability to laugh together: look at his relationship with Kirawus, that is just the right level to open up. Takes things slowly, expects another person to share as much as he does. Kadokura is very particular when it comes to the innermost and knows how to keep secrets, so he makes it clear from the very beginning it’s okay to speak their mind, ask for advice, etc. As stated before, tends to overshare after having too much sake.

 P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

The patient isn’t the right word, resigned is. There is nothing in this world that can surprise him: Kadokura had to deal with the most terrible scumbags imaginable, serve as bait for a killer (and face another person who wanted his death even more than the aforementioned killer!), freeze his ass off while standing on the thin ice with a knife between his rimed buttocks. Like, the peak of life’s evil tomfoolery is reached. Kadokura is prepared to face anything and everything and is relieved every time it’s not a near-death experience or bloodthirsty wild animal.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

It depends on how stars align on each separate day. Today he remembers 99,9% of what his loved one said and the next day not a single word reaches his brain cells. Kadokura is way more focused on feelings and emotions he experiences together with his partner so it is not uncommon for him to remember they were uncontrollably laughing but were cold than that they fell in the river because he was rocking the boat. It works the same with negative emotions: Kadokura somehow feels he should lock the dog even though he has no clear memory that his loved one is afraid of them. Why did I do it? I don’t know, gut’s feeling.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

A first kiss for sure! After a long lull in personal life, the first kiss with a new person awakens a whole storm of emotions in him. Kadokura feels like he is eighteen again, he just crossed the doorstep of adulthood and discovered the delight of the first relationship. This joy is enough to take away his speech for a minute: months later this moment makes him wince in disbelief of how silly he must have looked with eyes wide-opened and jaw hanging low. After that, he still had the courage to ask “oh so does it mean we are the thing now? Like the real thing?”. No, Kadokura spent the next week wondering if this was a feverish dream despite given a positive answer.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Do you want to live? Run then! Use the Joseph Joestar’s famous plan and strategically retreat because his brain needs some time to come up with a plan. Kadokura obviously wants to keep his loved one safe and sound, who doesn’t, but it is not that easy. He gives them a gun or knife to protect themself in the moment of danger since, chances are, Kadokura himself will be in even deeper troubles, millimeters away from swiftly bayonet sending him straight to heaven.

Relies mostly on keeping them as far from the battle scene as possible. Even if they handle a gun better than he does, Kadokura actively protests in every possible way and convinces them to stay somewhere safe: he knows for sure if they get injured, he will be the one to blame, and if something irreversible happens, he won’t be live on without a heavy burden of guilt.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Despite the lack of ample opportunities to show his love inexpensive or exquisite ways, Kadokura tries his best to impress his loved one. He is ready to change himself and change his life as well to be worthy of their company. A little more effort to get out of bed and shave this mess off the neck, even more effort to buy a new suit for their dinner date out, every drop of effort to accept his awkwardness and let things go with the flow. Anniversaries are treated the same way: if possible, in summer Kadokura will plan a trip to the South coast where they can enjoy loneliness together to the sound of waves breaking on the rocky shore. In winter, he will certainly try to create an extra festive and cozy atmosphere at home, cooking their favorite food, and making an excessive amount of tea. We are talking about the level at which the kettle is never empty. Relatively diligent in the everyday task but no powers in the world will force him to clean up like a normal man.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

“A wilted, uninspired middle-aged dude” he is, and it affects how Kadokura perceives himself more than you think. In turn, this perception seeps into his life as self-doubt, self-deprecating jokes, and hesitation in making important decisions. At the same time, if you point out this flaw to him, Kadokura will sulk. You would think he has to know better but no.

Unmotivated and has a hard time opening up to new experiences like learning new skills or finding new hobbies. Not as much as Kikuta, but Kadokura also has a habit of doing as he did twenty years ago even if the consequences did not live up to expectations. He sees a rake that WILL hit him on the forehead and JUMPS on it anyway.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Earlier in the days when grass was greener and the sky was bluer, Kadokura put more thought into his appearance but over time it changed. With the current state of the world, he doesn’t bother to waste his time fixing his hair every hour and blow the dust off his shoes. His uniform is in a relatively ok condition, with few patches here and there, three-day stubble often overgrows in one-week stubble, and bags under the eyes give him a shabby look but there is a charm in it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Some people try too hard to hide the fact they are hurt while going through a bad breakup and he is one of them. Days seem endlessly long and gloomy, Kadokura performs given tasks only because it is expected from him, he stops playing cards with Kirawus and doesn’t bat an eyelid when ainu bugs him. Absent-mindedness leads Kadokura straight into new problems but none of them is enough to shake him up. He is… sad. Simply as that. Not heartbroken, not sorrowful. It is an empty sadness that leaves you painfully numb without a stingy tear to shed. To make it even worse, after the breakup Kadokura persistently seeks their company again and again for reasons he can’t explain. Maybe, it is desensitization: the more he sees them as an outsider, the easier he takes it. Shortly after, he will try to find the trace of his ex-wife and daughter, reunite with them if… they want to, you know. They might start a new life while he was nodding off in the workplace.

If they have been killed, Kadokura will live on, faithfully serving Hijikata. He refuses to talk about them at all, brushing off offered emotional support. Still, he was born under an unlucky star and nothing can be done about it: it is something he has to come to terms with.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Let's forget the canon for a second and pretend that Kadokura has a sister or a brother who, in turn, has a child. So my headcanon is that he is a cool uncle. The one who gives kids life advice in the form of a funny parable, pretends he doesn’t hear them sneaking out in the night, puts more money in an envelope so they can save some up for cool stuff. His lifehacks are actually useful even though sometimes questionable… The one who doesn’t have to try to fit in with the new-gen because he got it already.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

There is only one specific thing that comes to mind since Kadokura is too chill and it seems he can deal with almost everything.

People with excessive energy. We are not talking about the literal ray of sunshine type of person that beams with energy but rather about people who are active and need other people to match them. They need strong feedback from another person to feel validated and not to fall into the depression abyss and Kadokura is not a person to match this description. He is not about running around 24/7 enthusiastically grimacing at every little thing. It's exhausting. It is annoying. Kadokura’s social battery runs out on their second sentence so he prefers to avoid such Duracell bunnies at all costs.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Just like Kikuta has a specific ritual before going to bed. Jailer's work taught Kadokura to pay more attention to the security of the house so he can’t fall asleep without checking all the doors. This habit has nothing to do with obsessive-compulsive disorder, it is what it is. Besides it, Kadokura gives his partner a goodnight kiss on the temple because what if he wakes up and they are not here or what if he won’t have any other chance to do it. This one doesn’t change even if Kadokura is stressed the f out: he may be red from the anger but he will lean down and smooch them to remind how much they mean to him.

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SFW Alphabet - Tywin Lannister

requested at some point, who knows when, lol. NSFW Tywin is here, Masterlist is here, enjoy yall ~ ⭐

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

At the start of your relationship, he was not terribly affectionate, which didn't surprise you. This was Tywin Lannister, and you hadn't expected much beyond the public, perfunctory gestures of holding your arm or kissing the top of your hand. Even when you two were alone, that was it, save for some extra kisses during your marriage bed duties. 

This is why it was so easy to notice when he started tucking away strands of your hair, taking your hand and actually entwining your fingers, giving you chaste kisses in public and so on. Especially after you made some clever comment to a lord or settled a dispute, he'd wait until no one was looking before giving you some affection or an approving glance. As your relationship progressed, he'd accept much more affection from you, and be more willing to give it once you two are alone. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

“Friendship” is a bit of a loaded word with him. Tywin doesn’t consider himself to have “friends” nor does he entertain the idea. You know he’s close with his brother Kevan, but you also know Tywin’s friendship is very conditional, as was the case with Genna and Gerion. The problem he sees so few people as equals; you might be in the only one in that category who also isn’t an enemy.... And to him, considering you merely a ‘friend’ would be an insult. Even when you two grew closer, that word never seemed to properly describe the respect, admiration and affection you began feeling for each other.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

You almost exclusively get cuddles when the two of you are in bed, and it’s usually after intimacy. Tywin never sleeps right away, so he lets you rest against him while he looks over a book or paper. If he’s feeling more tired or affectionate, he’ll pet your hair or stroke your back while you doze off. Sometimes you get his full attention, and you two will quietly talk about this or that while you rest against his chest and he runs his fingers through your hair. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

It’s a lord’s duty to have a wife and heirs, but he really did love Joanna, and the depression that followed her death hit him hard. He had strong, stubborn, often hypocritical feelings about remarrying - even after Jaime joined the Kingsguard, thus robbing him of the heir he truly wanted. He finally married you after much internal debate and consideration of the politics of the match, and the powerful allies your House would make. He’d never consider it if your family wasn’t so powerful and wealthy in their region. Tywin never expected your marriage to turn into the close relationship you have now.

Tywin never has to worry about cooking or cleaning for himself, but he’s naturally very tidy, almost compulsively so. He doesn’t allow servants to clean in his study or room unless he’s present; not that there’s much for them to do beyond clean the floors and dust. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Should your marriage not go according to plan, Tywin would end it brutally and coldly. ‘Divorce’ is not a popular concept in Westeros, but there is precedence, and seeing as he was wary of the match in the first place … You’d walk into your chambers with maids already packing your things, with the news that you were either going to be given to one of his sons or be shipped back to your family’s keep.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Tywin is very loyal to you, and in turn expects zero disloyalty on your part. He won’t tolerate any rumors being told you about you - especially if it regards your virtue or reputation. 

While he’s quick to arrange marriages for his children, he stalled on marrying you, as you were very aware of. Even though you had suitors ready to break your castle’s door down, Tywin took his time sending a raven back to your parents. He was stubborn about wanting you to marry Jaime or Tyrion, but your father was just as stubborn, it seemed. At the present time, Tywin is glad he has you all to himself (although he’d never say such a thing openly).

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Your husband is capable of gentle touches and words, but he so rarely gives them to anyone but you. It’s usually when you’re both alone, but sometimes you’re being so sweet and radiant at a feast or gala, he just has to lean in and whisper something to you while you sit together. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Tywin isn’t particularly needy for hugs, but he enjoys your presence, so he tolerates it for a time. If it’s late in the evening, he has a harder time resisting you, so he’ll loosely return it with a kiss to your brow. He has a solid body in spite of his age, and his scent is always comforting and warm. If you were the sort of person who needed this close affection, he’d initiate it more often.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Even after you confront your own feelings and muster the will to say it first, it takes time before Tywin is able to return the words. He shows it in his actions, but the words are a powerful thing, and he hates how they catch on his tongue. It would finally come when he’s at his most vulnerable, his green eyes softening for you, only you. He hides himself by pulling you into his arms and making you rest against his chest. That’s when you hear the words whispered against your hair.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Tywin is very jealous and while he believes he hides it, it’s obvious to you. You know exactly what it looks like, too - how his cold eyes turn absolutely frigid when he notices a lord being too forward with you, or the firm way he takes hold of your waist (instead of your hand) to get you away from said lord. To any man, his voice has the same authority and coldness it always carries, but you can hear the undercurrent of irritation. He’s never done it in front of you, but you’ve heard rumors that men who say inappropriate things or have “untoward” intentions for you end up suddenly leaving Casterly Rock’s court, or disappearing entirely. 

There’s been many times when Tywin has kissed or marked you not out of passion, but out of possessiveness, sometimes even in his office or a secluded part of the castle. You’re free to point out how jealous he’s being, but Tywin is wholly convinced other men should keep their eyes and words to themselves.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

In public, his kisses are proper and chaste. He’ll kiss your fingers, cheek and the top of your head if you’re shorter than him. They aren’t that common unless you’re both having to sit together for a long time at a tourney or gala. By the time you two were close and truly fond of each other, you noticed that he couldn’t help himself from bringing your hand to his lips whenever you said something clever. 

In private, it’s a very different story. Your lord husband can be anywhere from simple and gentle, to very rough and firm. Your lips are an obvious place to kiss first - especially when you’re mouthing off - but he loves your pretty neck and your chest, especially when you show them off with a well-tailored dress. He welcomes any deep kisses you initiate … as long as he’s finished with work. 

If you’re on the shorter side, Tywin is amused by how you can’t reach his lips directly and have to settle for kissing his jaw (no, he won’t bend down to meet you halfway until he feels like it). He enjoys when you kiss his jaw or cheek while sitting next to him in public, although he keeps a passive face and pretends not to notice how people stare at Tywin Lannister being doted on by his beautiful, young wife. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

You knew going in that Tywin would be a stern parent at best, and at worst, you and the maester would have to be doing most of it. He just wanted an heir, after all, but you noticed how he’d allow your son to quietly sit in his office and study, or he’d give simple, firm instructions to the boy on how to hold a sword, things like that. Jaime and Tyrion wasted no time in telling you that Tywin was far more permissive to your son than he was with them, but sometimes Tywin still felt too cold and distant for your taste. Once your son was older, Tywin was much more involved in teaching him.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s getting ready, you get up at a similar time when you can. You notice how his eyes glance over you as you get dressed and he’ll occasionally leave touches here and there. He likes it when you have breakfast with him - not that he says it, but you don’t miss that pleased expression and how he wants you right beside him. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Tywin works late most nights, so unless you’re a night owl, you’re usually in bed by the time he enters your shared chambers. If he comes back early or you’re staying up, Tywin enjoys watching you wind down for the evening. Applying moisturizer to your face, brushing your hair, shimmying into your nightgown, all of that, and he only scoffs if you tease him for looking. He can’t help from reaching out and stroking your hair or helping you slip your night shift on, and eventually things start leading into this or that. He wouldn’t admit such a sentimental thing, but Tywin enjoys it when you curl up close to him while he reads a book or looks over letters in bed.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It takes time before either of you are comfortable being yourselves around each other, and that includes talking about anything involving your past. You know all the stories and rumors about Tywin Lannister, but steadily getting to know the man was something else. After being married for several months you gradually began to ask ‘innocent’ questions, and then pointed ones. To your surprise, Tywin was willing to speak to you about some things, and he almost seemed … relaxed as you pulled him into conversation. 

It would take much longer for you to learn more personal things, even the ugliness of his thoughts of Tyrion and the harsh words he has for his siblings and father. It isn’t always pleasant, but Tywin tells you, and by that point in your marriage you can tell he’s exposing many old scars and wounds. It would be two years before Joanna’s name was ever said, and much later after that before there was any talk about her. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

As much as he appears outwardly patient, you know exactly what sets off your husband’s temper and wounds his pride more than anything. He’ll clench his jaw somewhat and there will be ice in those green eyes, but it’s a very rare day when he raises his voice to his bannermen and other lords. He’s never raised his voice with you during your disagreements, nor would he ever roughly handle you. You two have had disagreements and arguments aplenty, usually involving parenting or how he dealt with a lord without telling you. It’s best that you both fume in your respective rooms for a few days before seeing each other again. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Tywin quickly notices your taste in jewelry, clothing, furniture and generally how you wish for things to be presented. This shows most clearly when he’s buying you a gift or when he’s having rooms arranged to how you like. When you two travel, it’s Tywin who ensures the servants are aware of how you want things done. The lady of Casterly Rock, his lady, should have things exactly to her liking.

When it comes to more sentimental things, like memories you’ve told him about, or stories about this or that, Tywin only remembers the especially important things, what you’ve told him during your evening talks in bed. If it was something told in passing or in a very casual setting, he wouldn’t regard it as much.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He’d refuse having such sentiment, but truthfully, he has several very fond memories of you. A particularly special one is actually an evening, not a single memory. It was the first time you impressed him with how charismatic and charming you during the first feast you arranged at Casterly Rock. The feast itself wasn’t terribly eventful or important, a standard show of wealth to the Westerlands lords, but it was when Tywin realized how much he had underestimated you until that point. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He has a protective streak, that’s for sure, and not just for your physical safety. Tywin won’t stand for anyone disrespecting you, not even his children. You have a retinue of personal guards whenever you leave Casterly Rock, but more importantly, he quietly protects you from any plots against you… since his enemies would find you an easy way to get to him. Tywin is very amused and impressed when you express the same protectiveness, and this only solidifies your reputation as Westeros’ Most Terrifying Power Couple.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

You get plenty of gifts, and always the best of anything. Tywin had a good eye for your preference and taste, especially the longer you’ve been married, which always pleasantly surprises you. While it’s expected you’d get something lovely for your name day or a special occasion, sometimes you’ll find a new piece of jewelry or a pretty trinket, and you get to listen to Tywin insist it was just something he happened to come across and buy… Or you don’t say anything, and just notice his pleased expression when you come to the breakfast table wearing the new necklace or hairpin.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

You were fully aware of his frightening reputation and the many things he had been suspected of doing by the time you were betrothed. Once you two were married, you found yourself in the middle of these plots, even if you didn’t agree with them. He’s terribly prideful and has a stubborn streak a mile long, not to mention his dominating nature. There are some things you can fight him on and win, and other things you have to stand down on … Or work behind his back. There are lovely days when he’s your dear husband, but there are other days that remind you of the terrifying reputation he’s rightfully known by.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

It’s practically a Lannister trademark to have pride and concern in one’s appearance, and Tywin is no different, although he never openly fusses over it. He has fine clothes and makes sure he’s well put together. In addition to simply dressing well, he keeps up with his health and physique, so he has a solid, strong body for his age. You can tell he’s pleased whenever you admire him, and he’ll wear things you’ve had made for him. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. When you first married, both you and Tywin had no illusions about your purpose: To give him another male heir, and maybe help the castellan run Casterly Rock. He tried denying his feelings as time went on, but he faced them eventually … The thought of you suddenly not being in his life, just as quickly as you came in, is not something he’s willing to face. He was already colder and crueler after Joanna, and now, it would be worse. He’d alternate between neglecting any children you had together or being too controlling in their lives, and he’d especially struggle if they took after you. His three older children would be deeply unsettled by the change. In short, Tywin absolutely refuses to entertain the idea of anything happening to you, and that denial and fear only grows as you become closer.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Tywin both loves and loathes how well you know him. When he’s ready to verbally tear off a lord’s head for a slight, you’re there to touch his shoulder and try to talk him down. When you get into an argument, you know exactly what to say to yank his chain and frustrate him further. He’s fully aware of when you leave out details to make a plan of action seem more appealing, and at the end of a long day of work, you know just how to relax him again. It’s both a comfort and a concern that he’s so open to you, even when he isn’t trying to be. 

On a small note, it’s a simple thing, but he loves seeing you wear Lannister crimson. It flatters you so well, and the first time you finally wore a crimson gown to a large feast, the whole room was in awe. Tywin was more than pleased as you sat beside him, your gold and jewels glittering under the candles and just highlighting how lovely and powerful you looked. It was then the Westerlands realized you were truly the Lady of Casterly Rock, and just as formidable a presence as your lord husband. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He has no patience for ignorance and slow wit, and those who think themselves higher than their social station. Also, being interrupted from his work for something frivolous is one of his biggest peeves.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He’ll often stay late in his office, but when he returns to your shared room, he’d rather not bring paperwork and letters with him, if it can be helped. He initially began doing this so you both could make a proper heir, but Tywin began to take comfort in having someone so close and warm. He still doesn’t get much sleep, but it’s more restful than it’s been in a long time.

[ya-boi-is-spaced]

Klance fic ideas: Cinderella AU

Okay so this has probably been done before but I had some ideas. This is more loosely based around Cinderella and I love it so here goes:

Keith is the dumb prince duh

Keith is complaining to Pidge, his butler, about not finding any of his marriage offers attractive

Side note: just like in the show Pidge is a girl who pretends to be a dude to sneak into the garrison, or in this case, the castle. She snuck in bc Matt is a knight and he's also kindof a dumbass so she wants to look out for him

Pidge is heckin smart obviously and asks: "Hey what about dudes?"

Keith is dumbstruck. He'd never thought about it before.

Then he thinks about it.

"My dear friend, I have reason to believe you might like dudes."

Keith's a blushing mess but looks at Pidge and says: "I think... I think you may be right..."

K: "What do I do?! How am I ever going to meet the right guy if I can only ever be seen flirting with chicks?!"

Thus is born the Ball.

P: "Throw a bigass Ball for the whole kingdom and sneak away with a hot guy who's also into guys. Simple."

K: "NOT SIMPLE!! ....but you may be onto something..."

So they plan to throw a Ball and invite the whole kingdom.

They obviously tell Shiro, because Shiro is awesome and also a raging homosexual.

Poor Shiro's in the same boat

He is definitely NOT smitten with his butler Adam. Who also happens to be a badass knight.

He's 100% on board and they convince their parents to let them host a Ball so they can get to know their citizens and form a good relationship with their kingdom.

Krolia and Texas agree, because obviously Texas was just gonna go with whatever his badass amazing wife Queen said, and she's awesome so she said yes, so then they get to planning and it's awesome.

More on Texas and Krolia: Texas is born into the royal family, Krolia was a general in their army. Texas fell in love with Krolia, and thankfully she returned his feelings bc he was absolutely head over heels for this wonderful woman. She might have also been very smitten with the big hearted young prince. They got married and had Shiro then Keith. They're very good to their people and Texas has always had a great relationship with his kingdom. He loves and cares for all of them very much. He does his best to assure everyone is employed, housed, fed, and doing well in general. He spends a lot of his spare time in the villages helping his people. Krolia allows this because she's always been better at handling diplomatic things, so it's a win-win for the both of them and they're both very happy with their jobs. It's a very good kingdom bc I said rights for the royals and they made good decisions for their people.

Anyways,

Keith, Pidge, and Shiro decide on a masquerade ball so that it'll be easier for them to sneak away.

The plan is set and they begin preparations.

Shiro decides he's finally going to confess his love to Adam at the ball once they can slip away from the crowd.

Pidge, having lived in the village nearby, had some connections to the common folk and can make her special preparations under the radar of the castle's staff

Coran, Allura, and Hunk are witches in the same coven as Pidge, so that's exactly who she goes to for advice.

Coran & Allura's backstory: Coran is an eccentric older Man who was secretly the lover of Alfor, a witch and healer in the village. Allura is Alfor's daughter. Coran is the only parent she's ever known because her mother died in childbirth (which is why Alfor began practicing witchcraft and healing, so that no one else had to share his pain of losing someone to misfortune) and Alfor was hanged for witchcraft when Allura was too young to remember him. Coran, being Allura's godfather and therefore next of kin, adopted her and claimed to know nothing of Alfor's participation with witchcraft. He raised her and taught her about magic and the good it can bring and to stay away from the dark magic.

Pidge decides to make Keith a good luck charm to ease his nerves about the whole ordeal.

Hunk decides he's going to do the same thing for his closest friend, who is excited and nervous about attending the ball.

Can you guess who that is? Let's backtrack for a minute.

Lance is a peasant and lives with his bigass family who love him very much. They're all tailors.

But he's a closeted raging bisexual who happens to love dresses and makeup and men just as much as the next maiden

He can't always show his love of fashion, which sucks.

His mother knows her son's vanity well, and buys him a pair of simple silver earrings for his birthday about two years ago

It's his favorite thing that he owns and he hasn't taken them off since his mother pieced his ears for him on his 17th birthday

He's ecstatic when his family receives the invitation letter.

It states that all members of the household are welcome and encouraged to attend the Royal Masquerade Ball hosted by the Princes. The Queen and King will be in attendance as well, and the royal family is beyond ecstatic to welcome the kingdom into their home for a night of dancing and fun.

Hell yeah, Lance loves dressing up and dancing and fun

Lance also lo- ADMIRES- ahem. Yes. Admires the younger prince very much.

He's quiet and kindof mysterious and broody, but something about that just does it for Lance

Lance is determined to capture the prince's attention. He's had his fair share of crushes, but he's never felt his heartstrings pulled like he does when it comes to Prince Keith.

Lance assumes Prince Keith is probably straight (thank you, heteronormativity) and decides to go to Hunk for help with his crazy idea.

Hunk loves and supports Lance, even when he's being crazy, and goes along with it.

And Hunk is a witch. So he's gonna work his magic on Lance.

In preparation for the ball, Hunk and Lance spend hours practicing the spell and getting Lance's measurements right.

Hunk (and his family and his lovely girlfriend Shay) is one of the caterers for the event.

There's no way the royal chefs would be able to prepare that much food, so a bunch of chefs from the kingdom stepped up to help

Lance's whole family is booked making outfits for other villagers too. Of course they save time to make their own outfits as well.

Lance has always loved being the center of attention so his outfit, his hair, everything has to be perfect.

Hunk agrees that his best friend is going to outshine even the royal family

He's so proud of his bestie and so happy to help him like how Lance helped him with Shay (long story short, Lance is the best wingman ever) and Hunk wants to return the favor)

Lance makes himself a gorgeous blue tux for Hunk to enchant so he looks equally as stunning when the magic inevitably wears off.

Remember that good luck charm mentioned earlier? Hunk decides to give Lance luck from head to toe, so he gifts Lance with a silver hairpiece encrusted with sapphires to match prized silver earrings, and heels made of Opal.

Lance is awestruck and cries to Hunk about how he's the best man in the whole world ("I'd marry you myself if I could, Hunk. Seriously, Shay might just have to share." XD)

TO BE CONTINUED

[odd-birds-and-booksellers]

15 for the jolex prompts? 💖

Wide awake waitin' on a goodnight kiss

“You okay? You look tired.” Alex’s voice was croaky as it came through the screen, cracking slightly as Jo manoeuvred the laptop around to see him better. He looked tired, he hadn’t shaved since leaving around two weeks ago and his growing facial hair made him look much older than he truly was. 

“Wow thanks, how did I get so lucky to be married to a charmer like you?” Jo laughs forcing a smile on her face, hoping that with 10,000 miles between them and a crappy internet connection he wouldn’t be able to see how worn down she really was. 

“Shut up, you know what I mean,” Alex growls, rolling his eyes, relaxing a little bit as Jo’s smile came through the grainy screen, something was wrong that much he could tell but he was worried to push her any further, he was concerned if he did she’d retreat away from him and he’d be too far away from her to help. He knew it was a bad idea to go, ever since the opportunity came across his lap he’d had an uneasy feeling about it, it was just bad timing, as a resident Alex would’ve jumped at the opportunity to set up a clinic in Zimbabwe for underprivileged kids and while he was still very passionate about the cause he didn’t feel comfortable up and living his life anymore. It was Jo that had convinced him to go, assuring him she’d be fine, that a month was no time, reminding him it was now or never because he certainly wouldn't have another chance to spend a month away from home anytime soon with a baby on the way. Her insistence in him going was exactly why he hadn’t told her, it’s why the leaflets were stuffed inside his nightstand and not on the counter because he knew she was all for championing his dreams, she’d push him to do it even if it cost her. Which clearly it had he thought while staring at her forlorn face through the screen, the guilt of leaving her alone weighing heavy on Alex’s chest. 

Jo however simply shrugged, avoiding his gaze as she looks down at her pyjama pants pulling at a loose thread hoping the dodgy wifi connection in Zimbabwe wouldn’t show her watery eyes, she wasn’t upset it was just these stupid bloody hormones that had her crying every five minutes. “I’m a surgeon, I'm always tired.” She mutters, even through the screen she could feel Alex's intense gaze making her sink lower into the chair. 

“I mean more tired than usual.” Alex clarifies, narrowing his eyes to get a better look at Jo, even in the darkness of the loft he could see the reflection of her tears against the screen light. 

“I didn’t sleep that well.” Jo shrugs, finding more interest in her Pajama pants as the thread finally comes loose revealing a gaping hole in her trousers that she continues to pick at. She hated this, she just wanted to check he was alive, maybe hear about his day, she didn’t want his constant questioning over skype, she already felt shitty enough. 

“You said that yesterday.”

“Did I?”

“Yes.” Alex deadpans, he knows all Jo’s tricks, knows his wife better then she thinks he does and he knows that this cold quiet nature she’s got going on currently is not from a lack of sleep. “Is there something going on Jo? You know you can tell me whatever it is.”

Jo frowns, her eyebrows creasing as she shifts uncomfortably in her chair. “It’s nothing, Alex...I’m fine.”

“How stupid do you think I am?”

Sighing Jo finally meets his eyes, his face is closer to the screen but it’s not close enough for her, she needs him here and she regrets telling him to go, logically she knew this was his last chance do something so amazing and she wanted that for him, she wanted him to have these opportunities, she loved watching him shine, he always supported her and she wanted to do the same for him, she just hadn’t expected it to be this hard. “I don’t like sleeping in the bed without you.” She admits, a loan tear slipping down her cheek as he fingers trace across his face on the screen. 

“What?”

“That’s it, okay? I hate sleeping without you. The bed's too cold, there's too much space and I wake up every time I hear the door creak, which is a lot because I’m pretty sure our neighbour is a drug dealer exclusively operating from 9 pm to 6 am.” Jo rambles off, her face scrunching up as deflates in the chair, her eyes stinging with more tears as she watches Alex grimace. She felt immediately sick, she knew Alex would wanna come home now, at the very least he’d have Meredith or Link over within the hour to check on her. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He sighs, rubbing his eyebrow. 

“Because I didn’t want you to feel bad about working away. I know how excited you are to be out there and I didn’t wanna worry you.” 

“Jo we’ve been through this you have to tell me these things, good or bad, you know that,” Alex mutters, they’d been through this, Jo had been doing so well since her breakdown but one of the main things they’d got out of their joint therapy session was that they’d have to keep being open with her feelings no matter what they were if they wanted their marriage to work, and god never had either one of them wanted something to work more. 

“But I can see that look in your eyes, you feel bad.”

“Because you’re not sleeping.”

“But it’s not your fault.” 

“But it is...I didn’t have to take this job.” Alex growls, he didn’t even want this job, sure it was there was a huge call for his expertise, and there were so many surgeries he’d been able to do in the last two weeks that back home felt like gold dust but it wasn’t worth the price of his wife not sleeping while she was carrying their baby. 

“But you wanted to and I wanted you too. I didn’t know I was gonna react like this.” Jo sighs, resting her head in her hands, she rubs her eyes furiously, it was one month, they were already two weeks in she could last another two weeks, there were children who needed him, who was she to demand his attention. “I should be used to sleeping on my own, I’ve slept in far worse places than our stupidly expensive bed. Alex...are you even listening to me? Alex, what are you doing?” Jo frowns, watching as Alex disappears off-screen, she can hear him shuffling about before he plops down back on the chair, his phone in hand. 

“Looking up the next flight to Seattle,” Alex mutters, not meeting her gaze as he begins to type furiously away, he was coming home, there was no way he could watch his wife cry over facetime for the next two weeks, there was no way he could focus on his patients wondering if Jo was okay or if shes passed out from exhaustion in the middle of the ER. 

“No Alex...Alex I’m fine seriously.” Jo cries, leaning in closer to the screen as if it will make any difference. 

“You’re not sleeping, it's not good for you or the baby and I can’t sit by and accept that…” Alex mumbles looking up he nods towards the growing bump, he can’t really see it but he knows it's there, she’d had a slight curve when he left, a little sign of what he had waiting for him when he came home. 

Jo bites her lip, her hand curling around her tiny bump, the tiny flutters under her fingertips the only reason she’s trying so hard to keep it together. “Alex stop...I’m getting sleep just not a lot and I’m napping in the day anyway.” She’s been forcing herself to sleep, desperate to do what's best for their baby, she was already feeling like she’s a failure as a mother.

“That’s not good enough. You need proper sleep, Jo. You heard Carina after you fainted, you need to take care of yourself properly.” Alex growls, shaking his head.

Jo jerks back, folding her arms over her chest, she glowers down at the screen. “I am Alex do you not think I can take care of my own kid.” She was trying her hardest here, she hated depending on people and even more so she hated admitting that she needed Alex to sleep. 

“I never said that…-”

“I have to go...Love you.” Jo cuts him off, already rising from her chair as she reaches towards the laptop. She’s not angry at him, not really, she’s just angry that he can see right through even from 10,000 miles away. 

“Jo wait…” Alex grumbles, as the screen goes black, it’s just the hormones he knows but somehow they seem far more intense here then they did at home, sighing, he pulls out his phone shooting her quick text before heading back to work.

 I love you more...stay safe

It's a two days letter when Jo returns home after what was one of the most excruciatingly busy shifts she's ever had, she feels like she could drop at any minute. She hadn’t been able to get hold of Alex during her lunch break and the lack of contact didn’t help to settle her anxious heart but she was just hoping she was exhausted enough to sleep. Flopping down on the bed, she cries out when her head smacks against something hard.

Wincing, Jo squeezes her eyes shut, hearing a voice she knows all to good grumbling in pain, slowly she peels one eye open to see Alex, stupid beard and all, tucked under the covers rubbing his forehead. 

“What are you doing here?” Jo mumbles, throwing her arms around him, instantly forgetting the searing pain in her head as Alex's scent washes over her.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Alex grumbles, his face scrunched up as he nestles his face into her neck, his arms wrapping around her waist.

Jo pulls back her eyes, scanning him over making sure he is really here and not just a sleep-deprived hallucination, suddenly it dawns on her that if he’s here, then he’s not in Africa saving the tiny humans he’d promised to save. “But the tiny humans who need life-saving treatment?” 

“There's plenty of doctors out there to help. It’s up and running now. I've trained plenty of idiots, now they can train the next lot of idiots.” Alex grumbles, leaning back against the bed, pulling Jo down with him. He’d got his affairs in order pretty much the minute Jo had ended their call, it had taken him a few hours to sort his replacement but less than 24 hours after she’d hung up he was on a flight home. 

“You shouldn’t have come home.”

“I wanted to be here, My work is important but nothing is more important than you and the baby. I wanna be here, I need to be here.” Alex mutters, nestling closer into her neck, pulling her closer into his arms, his eyes fluttering shut as he guides her down to lay against the pillows. 

“If you’re sure,” Jo mumbles, Alex presence having an immediate effect on her tired state, she couldn’t even bring herself to change clothes, the warmth and safety he provided making her eyes flutter shut 

“I am.” He mumbles sleepily, pressing a row of kisses down Jo’s neck, his beard scratching against her skin, a reminder that he’s here, home in their bed. “My dad missed everything growing up. I don’t wanna be like him.” That was Alex’s biggest fear, becoming his father the main reason he’d said no to setting up the clinic, it was time he could never get back but Jo had been adamant now was the time to go, he’d never be able to take this much time away from home once the baby arrived. 

“You’re nothing like him, Alex.” Jo sighs, one hand running through his messy curls as he hums in content.  “Setting up a medical clinic for underprivileged children abroad is not the same as walking out on your family,” Jo mutters, humming as he snuggles closer, his head resting on her chest. “You are a good man Alex Karev and you’re gonna be a wonderful father,” Jo mumbles pressing a kiss to his head, she feels her body finally relaxing for the first time in two months as Alex’s body warmth envelops her. 

“You’re going to be an amazing mother, and I never meant to insinuate that you weren’t looking out for our baby.” His hand drifts down the edges of Jo’s top in search of the tiny curve that had been there when he left two weeks ago. “The way you look after peo- What the hell is this?” Alex exclaims just as Jo was drifting off, sitting up immediately his eyes scanning across her body, his forehead creased as he pointed towards her torso, pulling at the oversized sweatshirt she had on. 

“Mhmm your sweatshirt?” Jo mumbles meekly giving him a half-smile as she sheepishly tries to twist away from his glance, he never really cared if she wore his clothes if anything he liked it but he had one rule, wear anything but his Iowa wrestling shirt, it was fading fast and he loved it but then again so did Jo. It wasn’t her fault then one thing she couldn’t wear was also her favourite. 

“No, I mean this….what the heck I SAID NO GROWING WITHOUT ME.” Alex grumbles, dipping down to address Jo’s burgeoning bump, rolling up his sweatshirt, his hands trace across her skin, marvelling at how much had changed since he’d been away. 

Jo grins sitting up, so he could see how pronounced her stomach had become, she laughs, reaching out to cup his cheek. “Erm Alex...you know it's a good thing that he or she is growing right...that's what we want a nice healthy baby.” She mumbles, resting one hand on his as she smiles down at the bump, she may have been having a bit of rough time lately but she’d been making sure their baby had the best, she’d even forced herself to drink a few kale smoothies. 

“Yeah but they didn’t have to grow this much...what did you eat? Everything you could find?” Alex exclaims, still talking at the bump when he feels a light smack against the back of his head, leaning up he gives Jo a cheeky smile while she pouts at him. “Ow….I was kidding you look great.” He smiles leaning to give her light peck, savouring the feeling. It was good to be home.

“Mhmm nice save…..oh oh.” Jo smiles against his lips as he begins to pepper tiny kisses all over her face making her squeal. 

“Is that?” Alex's eyes widen as he pulls back, he feels another light tap against his hand that was still pressed against Jo’s stomach.

“Yeah...yeah...here move your hand.” Jo smiles brightly, taking his hand she tracks their little one's movements as more excited kicks spread out across her stomach. “Looks like someone is glad to have you home.”

“Not half as glad as I am.” Alex beams, the corners of his eyes crinkling up as he leans down pressing a light kiss against Jo’s bump. “I love you and I love you” he whispers tenderly as his eyes meet Jo’s again. 

“I love you more.” Jo hums softly, a sparkle in her eyes as she settles back against the pillows.

“Jo…” Alex whispers, moving up so he’s face to face with Jo, his hand trailing across her cheek, moving the hair that’s fallen across her face to behind her ear. A small smile gracing his face as she mumbles something incoherent, her eyes fluttering shut as she drifts off, the exhaustion hitting her full force now she was wrapped in the safety of Alex's arms.  “The truth is I can’t sleep when you’re not beside me either.” 

Whoops, I dropped the ball with how long it took me to post this, I’m so sorry but I do hope you enjoy it. Also if you like my one-shots you can find my prompt lists at the bottom of my master post. 

[exalok]

whaddup my dudes!!!

i am tired and wired and this means brain no writey but brain VERY focused on absolutely all the fic i have going on at once that aren’t prompts (prompts will be incoming, no worries dissociation anon)

and THAT means y’all get to hear about my many. many. MANY projects, or at least the ones that make my heart go pitter patter when i think of them

a few examples: demon!corvo and priest!daud with extra worldbuilding ; the naptime cuddles AU ; corvo doesn’t come to dunwall so jess and daud end up arranged-married for profit (more info..... under the readmore..... i’m gonna get rambly)

also feel free to ask questions, i love questions and they get me thinking even more in depth about the world and specific instances of characters and that is the entire POINT

LIKE OKAY SO MY BRAIN PRETTY MUCH CONTINUOUSLY THROWS IDEAS AT THE WALL AND ABOUT 95% OF THEM STICK BECAUSE I’M A HOARDING RAT BASTARD i love my ideas they are my precioussss

i might have about. 25 fic more or less active at the moment? which sounds like a reasonable number but those are the ones i have an actual plot for as well as the will to get them out into the world

let’s put aside the ones i have actually posted on tumblr or ao3 (teen!daud, domestic zombie apocalypse, bondageverse, knife!corvo) in favor of those you have either no or little idea exist. begin:

I MEAN OBVIOUSLY I MADE FANFIC OF MY OWN FANFIC or as i call it parallel/companion fic, because at some point in the past a prompter inspired me and i was deep in the prince!daud fic at the time and i thought what if high chaos. what if void monster corvo? what if horrifying yet human creature of the depths!!! what if EVERYTHING was TERRIBLE and daud killed corvo as a last ditch and vain attempt to get his people out of burrows’ clutches, and it all went to shit from there??? also they’re bound by marriage contract and the vagaries of magical intention and daud becomes corvo’s life battery, in essence, which you can imagine leads to a very unhealthy relationship i think it’s not spoilering much to tell you it does NOT end well, and i’ll be writing it as a sort of foil to low chaos prince!daud

i have quite a few high chaos fics actually. high chaos is depressing to play but the story outcomes are DELICIOUS and the degrading world and character motivations are a lot of fun to play around in

weirdly enough another one of these high chaos fics is the naptime cuddles AU!!! i won’t lie it’s the one i am currently on and i want to talk about it to everyone so bad constantly. in short, corvo doesn’t kill daud and the whalers because he’s trying to get out and currently too fucked up to fight, and when he doesn’t manage to save emily despite his best efforts he comes back to daud for some kind of symbolic execution. meanwhile thomas convinced daud to take a goddamn nap with him there because daud, despite his paranoia, does sleep better with people around, and this is entirely an excuse for semi-platonic daudthomascorvo cuddles in bed followed by whaler puppypiles when the gang catches on that this is a thing they can do now I LOVE PUPPYPILE WHALERS I LOVE NAPS I LOVE REDEMPTION THROUGH THE POWER OF RESTORATIVE SLEEP please i’m so tired and i can’t actually fall asleep next to people let me live my dream vicariously additionally: this will be my contribution to the absolutely wonderful whaler vineyard of old fanon

there is also what i feel should be a classic and ISN’T though a couple of fics were written around the concept and one in particular is /chef kiss, and the concept is: high chaos corvo meets low chaos corvo!!!!! i made it a threesome with daud because no one can stop me and i fucking LOVE the idea of daud ending up capable of telling them apart through tiny details even when high chaos corvo, bastard that he is, tries to impersonate low chaos corvo, who is a bastard in much more subtle ways and would probably be better at impersonating hc!c than the other way around but finds it distasteful; also i added intense body horror because that’s how i roll and there are eventual magical CONSEQUENCES to hc!c being in the low chaos world and regularly in contact with what is essentially his narrative double when he doesn’t belong there, probably ends in a tragically bittersweet way, i’m not completely clear on it yet though i do have ideas

and oh man......... the time travel corvo fic.... the one where high chaos corvo ends up in his own seven-year-old body........... fuck i hashed out so much of the general worldbuilding for that one and ended up going way too far and imagining a sequel like i always do where corvo learns how to walk universes and gathers people he cares about from places where he can actually save them from their eventual tragic futures and the dissolution of their timelines once the outsider is ousted from the void and a new void avatar is made and SHENANIGANS YO!!! SHENANIGANS AND CAMPING!!!! SELF-CROSSOVERS!!!!!!! I COULD HAVE HIM MEET HIMSELF IF HE HADN’T TRAVELED BACK I’M CRYING I HAVE SO MANY EMOTIONS

the one where corvo is a fae child is probably a lil bit high chaos though it isn’t determined yet, and he has all of these instincts with regards to possessing and exchange and deals, and assumptions as to how other people must work approximately the same, and he is so wrong. then there’s the really creepy bad touch possible sequel that i won’t get into unless someone specifically asks because it’s a lil bit much really

oh MAN oh SHIT speaking of bad touch there’s another dead dove do not eat one where i grabbed an entire handful of granny rags’ apparent fucking around with magical arrays and rune creation and general spellery and threw it at corvo post-interregnum and he sees “ghosts” and doesn’t understand what the FUCK is going on and things go really badly for him, and one ghost, soon the only ghost, is daud, and corvo doesn’t know if he’s real, if he’s seeing things, if he’s NOT seeing things but daud is some kind of void demon, if he is and also having psychotic breaks he doesn’t remember because he ends up with some hellish bruises, but the real daud is actually still out there just hiding out and corvo will eventually meet up with him and real daud will meet fake daud and even more shit will happen

god, the demon!corvo AU gets pretty fucked up as well if i remember right; corvo is both some dude with a wife and kid and the demon that inhabits him, jess is his wife and the demon that inhabits her (to be clear, separate characters but both based on either jess or corvo oh my GOD what if i switched the demons that would be amazing but no, calm down, maybe for a short what-if scenario that will inevitably turn into its own thing), daud is the overseer with the really good exorcism record trying to get the demons to fuck off except he thinks there’s only one of them and the other takes him by surprise; cue daud being hunted by that demon, furious that daud shattered his favorite pupil, and some revelations about what exactly lives inside the abbey and also under it

on a somewhat lighter note, the one where corvo never comes to dunwall (i think his mom gets sick and he doesn’t win the blade verbena at sixteen?) is also where jess keeps losing her royal protectors to assassination attempts because the first one was decent and died protecting her and the second one was decent and had an accident and people start believing there’s a curse on the position or a curse on her, and she’s like okay so how do i make sure i don’t die now that no one is willing to become my protector since it’s pretty much a death sentence, and she arranges a meeting with the best assassin in the city and suggests an alliance -- protection and some commission overview, all secret, versus funding and housing -- in the form of a marriage and daud ends up agreeing; then later duke abele visits and corvo is among his personal guard and he gets to meet the empress, and the assassin, and there are ot3 shenanigans

oh my GOD also the kids in karnaca AU. obviously. fuck you may have seen the (dis)armingly charmed notefic but this would be them meeting as actual kids, in karnaca, just tiny babies, daud recently kidnapped and corvo doing his best to make this cool older kid into his friend and also maybe hiding him from the people who want to train him to do Illegal Things, and there are dumb childish arguments and daud goes on the run to avoid capture and there is an exchange of letters that at one point stops and corvo is Devastated and there is a REUNION and they are ADORABLE but also INCREDIBLY STUPID, AS IS RIGHT AND CORRECT, and i don’t know what happens later but it gives me warm fuzzies okay

then i have a NUMBER of oneshots that are more or less plotted out, like the one where jess has a kind of groundhog day because Heart reasons but over months and starts out not quite remembering what happened in past attempts and OF COURSE it ends with royal ot3; and there’s the one where Daud becomes the Outsider and is very temporally confused and OF COURSE it ends with corvodaud who do you take me for (including Very Perplexing arguments where daud doesn’t know at what point in this relationship’s development he is and corvo is angry or very patient depending on where he accidentally time travels to, and i make some assumptions about the non-linearity of the void avatar’s existence); and there’s the one where corvo catches the plague and gets through kingsparrow to get emily out then to people he trusts, ie the curnows and sam beechworth, then crawls away to die, but daud finds him and sighs and rolls up his sleeves and sends whalers to the Tower and emily thinks the Tower is haunted then, when it becomes very clear the Tower is not, demands one of these assassins teach her how to stab a bitch; AND THERE’S THE ONE WHERE CORVO AND JESS ARE GHOSTS AND DAUD IS A REAL ESTATE AGENT AND THE WHALERS ARE THE KIDS HE TRIED TO HELP OUT AS A SOCIAL WORKER and yes it’s ot3 and yes he buys the ghost house and ends up being filmed by the whalers to do cooking videos and fancy knife tricks and asmr because his voice is insanely soothing when he’s not being ornery; oh fuck and there’s the one where i wrote an unrequited corvodaud prompt and my brain grabbed it, smelled it, and decided that corvo very reluctantly falling for daud was necessary to the health of my feelings, and there is at least one (1) sleeping beauty coma while corvo yells at the outsider about the Heart; also there’s the one where in D2 billie was evasive about the old guy living with her on her boat and em finds daud rather than sokolov in jindosh’s basement and they have long, emotional discussions; and for the character building hell of it one that would span the outsider’s beginnings and growth and how the void tries to welcome him in

okay........................ i think i’m done rambling now

i love fanfic y’all

[demigodsanswer]

A Marriage of True Minds

So I can’t get this AU out of my head, and so this happened. 

Summery: Percy and Annabeth are in line for their own respective thrones, and have only met in person once when they were twelve. But for nine years they maintain weekly correspondence, becoming, in many ways, each others closest friends. When they are both 21, Annabeth, particularly, is feeling the pressure to get married. After a bad encounter with a suitor at 16, she puts it off marriage prospects until she is 21, when she has the perfect idea: ask her best friend to marry her. 

(TW for attempted rape) 

Poseidon’s kingdom is on the south east side of the continent, where as Athena’s is north west. The kingdoms have a past history of bloody war, but they have been a relative peace for about a century. Still they aren’t close, and the leaders of the respective nations rarely actually communicate or see each other. 

The last time either leader traveled to the other kingdom was when Athena and Annabeth traveled to Poseidon’s kingdom for his marriage. Percy and Annabeth met there as 12 year olds, and spent the month playing and training together. Because Athena’s kingdom is a matriarchy, they have no problem with Annabeth learning to sword fight, and Percy is happy to have someone his own age around to practice with. 

 King Poseidon had previously been married, and had two sons with another woman, the Queen, but she passed away when Percy was 11. Percy was raised in his father’s palace, but as a bastard. When his father married he mother, he was legitimized, making him third in line for the throne. 

At the end of the month, when Annabeth leaves, Percy promises to write her. This starts off a nine year friendship built exclusively over letters. 

Annabeth is first in line for her throne, and therefor gets a lot of marriage proposals once she turns fifteen. 

Annabeth complains about these men pretty consistently to Percy, hoping that he proposes marriage. She hasn’t seen him in years, but he was cute when they were twelve. And physical appearance doesn’t actually mean much to her. She knew they got along intellectually and that was all she wanted - a marriage of minds. If he was good looking, that was great, but she didn’t need that. 

But that doesn’t happen. And Athena never suggests him either. Annabeth pretty much figures out that it’s because of his former bastard status. Athena hasn’t even considered his proposal if one has been made, but, likely, Percy sees himself as unworthy. 

Athena turns down most suitors for Annabeth, but there is one who makes his way through. Luke, a 23-year old duke-to-be. Annabeth is 16 when they meet, and the two click pretty quickly. He’s funny, he’s sweet, and he kisses her hand every time they greet each other. 

He’s starting to look like a viable match. Annabeth even tells Percy about him. But before Percy can respond, Luke proves to not be as great as Annabeth and her mother once though. 

After a few weeks with the family, Luke asks if he can kiss Annabeth, and she lets him have a chaste kiss. They share a few more kisses over the next week or so. Then, one day he deepens the kiss, and she lets him. He mutters sweet complements to her about her beauty and intelligence, and how he wants to marry her and is going to propose marriage soon. Annabeth is thrilled.

The next day, Annabeth goes to his room to give him a book - Athenian history. If he is going to marry her, he should know their history. Luke invites her in, takes the book, and starts to kiss her again. Annabeth is okay with it, until she remembers where she is and what people might think if they realize that she is gone and in her suitor’s room. And then Luke starts to move to the bed, pushing her down onto her back, holding her under him. 

She starts to struggle and kick, and say that she wants to go, but he doesn’t let her up. He starts pulling at the ties on her dress, saying that they will be engaged soon and that no one has to know. But Annabeth knows what he wants and refuses to give it to him. She manages to get her hand under her skirt to where she keeps her knife (because of course she does), and cuts him across his face. 

Luke flies off of her, holding his face to stop the bleeding. Before he can retaliate, Annabeth is running out the door, dress still torn and, now, bloodstained. 

She runs to her mother and explains what has happened, and Luke and his father are out within the hour. Annabeth refuses any offers of courtship for a year, and does not even meet in person with any potential suitors until she is 18. 

After Luke leaves, she writes to Percy “Courtship with Luke is over.” Percy sends her comforting words, but he doesn’t ask what happened. Annabeth is grateful for that. 

Between 18 and 21, Annabeth meets some potential suitors but has a hard time trusting any of them. The only one she comes close to is Frank, but on the fifth day of their courtship, he confesses to being in love with a woman back home, and asks Annabeth to call of the courtship, saying that his father will never forgive him if he is the one to call it off. 

At 21 years old, Athena is starting to really look for Annabeth to find someone to marry. Annabeth does not need to be married to rule, but, as her mom keeps pointing out, strategic alliances through marriage are the strongest. 

Annabeth asks if Percy has had as much bad luck with suitors as she has. He confesses that he hasn’t had nearly as many suitors as she has. “Legitimized or not, people still see me, at best, as third in line, and, at worst, an illegitimate bastard. No one wants to marry me. I’m likely to be forced into some high ranking military position just to save my family the trouble.”

Annabeth writes back. “Nonsense, any woman would be lucky to have you. I would certainly marry you over any of the men I’ve had to meet the last five years.” 

Percy writes back. “Are you serious about marrying me? Because life with you sounds much nicer than military life.” 

Annabeth thinks hard about his letter when she gets it. She knows she likes Percy, and she could easily grow to love him. It would be politically advantageous to marry someone from that kingdom to secure peace, and, because of his former bastard status, he is just scandalous enough for Annabeth’s more adventurous side. Plus, they already have a great respect for each other. It would be a marriage of true minds, and that would be perfectly ideal for Annabeth. 

She responds to Percy that, yes, if he offered courtship, she would accept. She would do anything in her power to get her mother to accept the courtship. 

The next month, an official offer of courtship is made, and, with some convincing from Annabeth, Athena agrees to accept the proposal. 

Four months later, a royal caravan from the south enter the kingdom. 

Percy cleans himself up from the road - he’s pretty much ridden horseback the whole way, only using the carriage when it was raining (and even then, only most of the time) - and he gets ready to see his best friend for the first time in nine years. 

He walks into the throne room, and sets eyes on Annabeth, and nearly passes out. When they were twelve she was boyish, aggressive, and wearing trousers most of the time. Now her hair was combed, she was in a silver dress, wearing a tiara, and wow she beautiful. 

After a moment, Percy remembers his manners, and they get on with the meeting. He goes to Annabeth and greets her by bowing and kissing her hand. She just stares at him with an intensity that he had almost forgotten. He can’t read her emotions at all. Maybe she was not as satisfied with him as he was with her. 

By the end of the meeting, Athena and Annabeth have agreed to courtship, lasting no more than a year, during which time Percy and whatever members of his royal company he would like, would stay with them in the palace. 

When they are dismissed, he asks Annabeth for a walk, and asks his companion, Grover (son of a lesser lord) to chaperone them. 

As soon as the three of them are alone, Annabeth pulls Percy into a hug. He hugs her back tightly, lifting her off the ground a bit just to show off that he’s no longer shorter than her. 

Annabeth would be a fool to deny how handsome Percy had become. He still looked a little wild and mischievous, but he was also more composed and mature. And he was so very, very handsome. If they never found love together, she would at least not have any trouble going through with the act of conceiving children. 

They walk around the garden for hours (Percy feels bad, they barely acknowledge Grover) but they have a lot to catch up on. 

When the sun starts to set, they make their way inside for dinner. 

At the end of the night, Percy kisses her hand goodnight, but, had he had any less sense of decorum, would have probably just asked to kiss her. 

Before Annabeth lets him walk away she asked, “When do you think you should propose marriage?” 

Percy pauses. They had written back and forth and agreed that, barring any real issues, their courtship would end in proposal and marriage. But he had spent all day so enamored with just being around her that he hadn’t even thought of it. 

Finally he answers, “How long would be appropriate? I don’t see much need to drag courtship out if we already know that we get along.” 

“I agree. I think three months would be sufficient. My mother knows that we have been writing, so she won’t question it.” 

Percy smiles and nods. “Three months then.” 

“Three months.” Annabeth agrees. 

Percy smiles and takes her hand. “At this rate, by the end of the year, you will be my wife.” 

Him saying that fills Annabeth with an anxiety and excitement. She squeezes his hands. “And you will be my husband.” 

He kisses her hand again, still clutched tightly in his own. “Good night, Annabeth.” 

She lets go. “Good night, Percy.” 

They weren’t alone, as they thought, when they had that conversation. A servant overheard, and quickly rumors spread that the reason for their courtship was because of love. “Isn’t it romantic,” the servants whisper, “a marriage for love. Long time friends turned lovers.”  It does not take long for these rumors to get back to Athena. 

She confronts Annabeth about it, and accuses her of rejecting other suitors just to marry someone far below her own station. 

“He is not bellow my station,” Annabeth argues, “he is in line for his own throne. He is legitimate.” 

“You could have told me if you were in love with him and this marriage business could have been over with a long time ago.” 

Annabeth realizes then that Athena does not think this is the smartest match she could make, but is allowing the courtship to go on because Annabeth seems excited by it. It’s not like her mother to listen to servant gossip. The fact that she believes it means that Athena has thought her daughter was in love with Percy for a long time. And that Annabeth’s “love” for Percy is the only reason this courtship was allowed to happen at all.  If Athena finds out that they don’t love each other, Athena may call and end to the courtship. 

“He has already promised to marry me,” Annabeth tells her, “that rumor is true. We were going to wait an appropriate amount of time but ...” 

“No need for all of that. Tell him he may ask me for your hand whenever he feels ready.” Annabeth nods and turns to leave but Athena stops her. “And Annabeth, from now on, your brother will be chaperoning your interactions with him,” Athena walks closer and places a hand on her shoulder, “for your safety,” and Athena meant that. Annabeth hugs her mother quickly, before leaving. She needed to find Percy before her brother found the both of them. 

Annabeth finds Percy in the garden and fills him in as quickly as possible. He must propose much sooner and they must pretend to be in love. Percy agrees and doesn’t have an issue with it. 

They’ve only been alone for a few minutes when Annabeth hears her brother approaching. Quickly, Annabeth grabs Percy and kisses him. Percy’s breath catches and he freezes for a moment, before catching on to what she is doing. He quickly places a hand on her waist, and another hand on her face, making the kiss look like the tender kiss of two lovers newly engaged. 

“Annabe - Oh, there you are,” Malcolm freezes, and the two pull away. “You know mother sent me to chaperone, but I really don’t want to be in the way of you two too much, so if you ever need a” he gestured vaguely, “moment, please tell me and I will turn away.” Annabeth smiled at him. “So it’s true then?” He asked. “You two are really getting married?” 

“Yes,” Percy said, “once I ask your mother officially.” 

“But she’s given her blessing,” Annabeth says, putting her hand on Percy’s. 

“Great,” Malcolm says, rocking back on his feet. “Anyway, I’ll just be, sitting over here, reading my book, don’t pay any attention to me.” 

Once Malcolm is sitting, Annabeth mouths “sorry” to Percy, who just shrugs. “It was nice” he mouths back. Annabeth just shoves him. 

They continue to talk in hushed voices about the engagement and marriage, and about this ‘pretending to be in love’ stunt they have gotten themselves into. They have to talk in relatively coded language though, just in case Malcolm can hear them. Or in case of more nosey servants spreading their business through the castle. 

When they depart at sunset, Percy leans in, seeking silent permission to kiss her again. Annabeth closes the space between them, kissing him gently, and much more appropriately than before. Percy finds himself desperately wishing for a third and fourth kiss. 

When Percy gets back to his wing of the castle, Grover is waiting for him. “So do you really love her?” He asks. 

Percy just shoves him into his room and sits him down and says, “Yes, no, kind of.” Percy explains everything that happened the night before and that day. He pauses when he gets to the kiss. “And then she kissed me, and, of course she is beautiful, and she’s my best friend, I feel like I could tell her anything, but I didn’t expect that when I kissed her for the first time -” 

“It would be a show for her brother?” 

“Well yes, but mostly, I didn’t expect that I would be able to actually imagine doing it because of love. It was like ... in that moment, I could imagine us living together and having children and ruling together, and being in love I guess.” 

“Well, considering you will be proposing by the end of the week, its probably a good thing that you can imagine those futures. I’ll leave you alone now with your fantasies of your future wife.” 

When Grover leaves, Percy lets the term “future wife” wash over him and mingle with memories of the kiss. He smiles and suddenly he feels like his whole body is on fire in a way he’s hardly ever felt before. 

Annabeth, likewise, is on fire. Luke never even made her feel this way. She was sure she wasn’t falling in love with him - no they had been friends for so long, and he was handsome, so of course that kind of intimate contact would have a physical effect on her. Her logic doesn’t make the feeling go away though.  

(That’s all I have energy for right now. But let me know if people would be interested in a part two or real fic version of some of these scenes. For sure don’t have time for a real chapter fic, but some fluff or smut here and there featuring period clothing is my jam)

[shirtlesssammy]

10x16: Paint It Black

Worcester, Massachusetts

A man walks out of confession, seemingly lighter of spirit and with a distorted camera lens following him outside the confessional booth. He then grabs a candle holder, walks outside and stabs himself through the heart and slashes it down his torso. I mean, really guy, 40 Hail Marys would probably cover it, but you do you. 

After the title sequence, we find Crowley busy with Hell paperwork. One demon comes to complain about Rowena (She put his face on the back of his head, Quirrell-style.) 

She’s mad at Crowley for not pleading to the Grand Coven on her behalf (OMG, I forgot all about her need to get back in the good graces of this organization...taking Rowena from Buckleming and letting her be a fully formed and wonderful character was the best thing to ever happen, I swear.) She’s also mad that he sided with the Winchesters. “You prefer them to your own flesh and blood.” I see it’s tea time in Hell. 

Sam and Dean are on the case. There have been multiple deaths --all victims gutted themselves nice and slow. 

Two nuns at the murder church are talking. 

Isabella recalls her time before becoming a nun. She knew a man named Piero, an incredible artist. She would pose for him. And, I’m sorry, but what’s with the dead muskrat on Piero’s head? Ew, girl. 

Sam and Dean get the phone from the most recent victim. Dean continues to be a Mark of Cain jerk-face. Sam is skeptical that this is a case, but Dean is very convinced. 

A man and a woman leave confession time at the murder church. The distorted camera lens walks with them down the aisle. Later, Husband is getting a late night snack when Wife comes into the kitchen. She tells him to come to bed. 

He turns and she pulls out a pair of scissors and guts him, blood splattering everywhere. A whitish demon-ghost exits the wife and floats away as the wife comes to, screaming, realizing what she just did. 

Sam and Dean interview the priest about the most recent murder. The wife remembers nothing after going to church. Dean and Sam think they’re above the secrecy of confession and ask about what the dead dudes were confessing. They’re introduced to Sister Mathias. She’ll show them around and answer any churchy questions they have. Sam heads off on his own (? I thought that’s why Sister Mathias was there --to show them around?) Anyway, there's a lot of awkward throat clearing and such. 

Dean asks Sister Mathias about the state of the McCarthy’s marriage. She’s in the know and very up to date on the extracurricular activities of the congregation. She’s also a hot gossip, as nuns tend to be. Dean then starts asking the real questions. “I guess I’m just wondering how somebody quits one life for something completely different --and believe in it so much.” This episode doesn’t offer much, but when Dean’s alone with people that he feels will keep his secrets, he’s very honest. 

Sam arrives and asks about strange occurrences in the church. It’s on the site of an old burial ground. And Sister Mathias thinks the idea of ghosts to be absurd. 

Sam and Dean leave. Dean makes performative jokes about Sister Mathias. They try to rule out what kind of supernatural entity they’re dealing with. Dean focuses on the fact that all the victims recently went to confession. Dean then asks when the last time he went to confession. 

Back in Hell, Crowley brings his mum a wee gifty: Olivette, the high priestess of the Grand Coven. She’s in chains and Crowley leaves Rowena to do with her as she pleases. (Natasha: We should totally call these latest two episodes our Teryl Rothery series, since she was the medical examiner in Heart.)

And now we’re back with Isabella and Sister Mathias. They’re talking about Piero again. Isabella was deeply in love with Piero. Listen, this love is so deep the soft focus lens can’t get any softer. Isabella talks about how the painting of her started his career and was his masterpiece. Then the show reveals itself: Florence, Italy, 1520. “Sweet Jesus, nothing in my love life was ever so magical,” the seemingly devote nun exclaims. Isabella tells the other nun that she confessed her love to Piero. Piero did not feel the same way. He was in love with his art! Isabella fell into despair. What is life without a muskrat man? Her family shipped her off to a convent. 

Rowena tortures Olivette, who reveals what happened to the coven. Instead of the all-powerful coven Rowena wished to join, it’s now been stripped down by centuries of witch hunts. Added to that, an organization plundered the coven’s greatest secrets and shipped them off to bunkers all over the world to hoard all that power for themselves. And who are these massive tools? The Men of Letters.

At the church, Dean sits in the confessional booth. Uh. I’ve read this fic. Avert your eyes, fair children! 

Dean fumbles his way through a confession about his womanizing and cheating ways and then asks if he’s “good to go?” SIGH. The priest dismisses him with a handful of prayers, but Dean lingers in the booth. “I pretty much just figured that that was all there was to me, you know? Tear around and jam the key in the ignition and haul ass until I ran out of gas. I guess I just thought sooner or later, I’d go out the same way that I live – pedal to the metal, and that would be it.” Dean thinks that the Mark is going to kill him, and drops the line that haunts us fans to this very day: “There’s things, there’s people… Feelings that I want to experience differently than I have before, or maybe even for the first time.” EYEBALLS EMOJI! Dean emerges from the confessional and Sister Isabella wafts in from out of the walls. Dun dun DUN. 

Isabella ghosts herself into the priest’s body next. I’m guessing they’ll just pot up some tulips together? Probably something nice.

Sister Mathias finds Isabella’s diary and begins to read it. One night Isabella snuck into Piero’s studio to destroy his paintings when she found him sleeping with another woman. She stabbed him brutally and her Life of Vengeance officially began! 

Sister Mathias fetches Sam and Dean. She explains that she’s hung out with many ghosts and watched them move on, but she didn’t expect Isabella to be quite so murdery. 

Isabella’s journal ends right after her trial, where she was convicted of witchcraft and burned. The Winchesters speculate that her journal is what ties her to Earth. Dean orders Sam to burn it.

Rowena continues to beat up Olivette, slap by sharp slap. God, I do love Rowena in a gorgeous gown!

Rowena scolds Olivette for losing the coven’s heritage to the Men of Letters. If the coven is useless, Rowena will hunt them down instead. Where can she find those wily Men of Letters? Olivette clues her in: the Winchesters are legacies. “Perpetually the Winchesters,” Rowena spits out. IKR?? Then, humming, she sets up a spell to DEAL with Olivette. Olivette shakes and screams and THEN... Rowena stops. She’s got a better idea. She utters a different spell and----

Back with the hunt, Dean explains the mechanics of rock salt on ghosts to Sister Mathias. Meanwhile, Sam reads Isabella’s diary. He learns that her blood was intended to be mixed into the paint used to create Piero’s masterpiece portrait. Isabella took it a step farther into psycho town, though. She chopped off her fingertip and told him to add her blood, flesh, and ground bone into the painting. UGH.

Dean discovers the priest torn open and dead on the altar. Suddenly Sister Mathias attacks him. She’s possessed! Isabella tells Dean that the priest had to die because he forgave Dean for his transgressions. GURL please. Sam burns the portrait and Isabella flames out dramatically.

At King o’ Hell headquarters, Rowena watches a wee hamster running in a wheel. The hamster is Olivette! She’s even wearing a cute, tiny red necklace.

Rowena doesn’t explain when or why she asked demons to create a nice, clean, enriching habitat for Olivette. Instead, she asks Crowley about the Winchesters and the Men of Letters. Crowley brushes her off and Rowena smiles prettily and swans away. Clearly, the issue shall never arise again!

In the car, Dean is like me...still grossed out that Isabella and Piero added a FINGERTIP to a painting. Like, Piero. DUDE. That should’ve been a red flag. Sam asks about Dean’s excessive time spent in the confessional. He offers to be a sounding board instead and Dean is SUPER ON BOARD with that plan. JK, of course Dean intends to keep his emotions locked in a warded box and flung into the deepest ocean trench. Sam delivers a rallying speech. He doesn’t think the Mark is going to kill Dean and they’re going to work together to save him! What could go wrong?

There are Things. Quotes...I Want to Experience Differently:

Scissors to the gut really brings out the Grinch in me

The FBI believes in ghosts?

Smug, self-righteous bastards: the Men of Letters

Learning there’s more to the universe than your tiny world can be a frightening discovery

There will be a way, and we will find it. That’s what we do

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Five: A Goblet of Wine ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi ] [ SasuHina, alcohol ] [ Verse: To Rule Them All ] [ AO3 Link ]

Buckling on his armor, Sasuke pauses as a knock sounds against his quarters’ door. “Yes?”

Permitted to enter, a courier steps through with a small bow. “A letter for you, milord.”

“Thank you.” Accepting the note, Sasuke quickly recognizes his brother’s elegant script. Ah...seems Hinata was able to get word to him. Unfolding the parchment, he finds an invitation to Itachi’s lodgings to discuss ‘the issue at hand’.

...had Hinata told him what was going on? Or only that the pair need to speak?

Sasuke, after all, has found himself in a rather...interesting position. For nearly a year now, he has served as the primary guard for the crown princess of their kingdom, Hinata of the house Hyūga. He is her sword, her shield, her first defense against any and all threats, and has been since she was coronated and deemed suitable to be courted by others of rank.

But with his duty given by Hinata’s father, king Hiashi...Sasuke found himself with a secondary task. Hinata, dreading a marriage so early in her life, asked him to help vet her suitors and prevent any...unsuitable from claiming her hand.

Now, his own house - that of Uchiha - has long produced noble and notable knights of their land. Sasuke immediately took his role seriously...and that included the princess’ request. He was, after all, to serve her and her alone, first and foremost. If she wanted protecting from what may be an unjust marriage...then he would do his best to aid her.

For months, he carried out all of his duties without flaw, helping to keep Hinata spared from noblemen she found distasteful. And over time, the pair grew close, Sasuke serving as a confidant for the princess. She confided in him her worries, her doubts, her fears...and her hopes.

Eventually...Sasuke realized that - in spite of his best intentions - he found himself far more fond of her than he ever should have let himself become. And soon after, an attack on Hinata’s life saw him gravely wounded...and her own confession could wait no longer, the fear of losing him while withholding her feelings too great.

And now...neither is sure what to do. Hiashi has halted visits from foreign lands in the wake of the attack, both out of paranoia, and a want for Sasuke to recover and be available to protect his daughter a second time if necessary. Neither Hinata nor her knight have spoken to the man since. Hesitation holds them back from asking if such a union could ever be allowed, fearful of being parted should Hiashi find their feelings inappropriate for princess and guard should he reject them.

Knights have, in the past, earned enough valor and reputation to wed a princess. But would Hiashi ever consider such a thing…?

Hence why Sasuke - now nearly fully healed - has decided to pay a visit to his brother for advice. Itachi, though the elder of the two, serves not as a knight, but as a member of the court: his wisdom and intelligence quickly earned him a place among Hiashi’s advisors. If anyone can give the pair any ideas of how to proceed, it would be him.

Armor in place, Sasuke leaves his quarters behind. It’s good Itachi got back to him so quickly - as soon as he’s deemed fit, he’ll be back at Hinata’s side every moment, and getting away would be all the harder...and he could hardly take her with him.

Rather than in the castle, Itachi resides in a small manor just outside the grounds. Not nearly the home they grew up in, but a decent enough place for one of his rank yet unwed and alone. Crossing the castle lands until he reaches the proper door, Sasuke then gives a heavy-handed knock.

“Do come in.”

With permission granted, Sasuke does as asked, finding the place warm and cozy. He rarely has time to visit his brother here since his new post. While not the most homey place, it’s at least a bit more personable than a fortress.

The elder Uchiha brother is in his sitting room, currently perusing a bookshelf before turning to his guest. “You’re rather early - I didn’t expect you to be so prompt.”

“I’d like to have plenty of time to discuss what’s...on my mind,” Sasuke offers evasively.

“...I see. Shall I make some tea, then?” Itachi offers, abandoning his search and moving to pick up a kettle left on a table.

“...Hinata and I are in love.”

That stops Itachi in his tracks, kettle in hand. After a moment to consider it, he places it back and instead moves to a cabinet. “...perhaps something a bit stronger than tea, then,” is his reply. Fetching a bottle, he pours the crimson liquid within before handing Sasuke a goblet of wine. He then takes a rather hefty draught of his own. “...I must admit...I did not see this coming.”

“That so?” Sasuke asks dryly, sipping his wine.

“Well, you’ve always been so…” Itachi gently swirls his glass, thinking. “...particular. I simply did not envision you ever finding someone who would suit your specific tastes. How intriguing you would find it in the last place you were ever meant to look…”

Something in Sasuke’s face sours. “...I came here for advice, not a scolding.”

“I’m hardly scolding you, brother...I am simply being honest.” Itachi sets his goblet aside, expression sobering. “You surely know that it is not...traditional for a knight and a lady of rank like Hinata to wed.”

“There have been exceptions -”

“Yes, rare ones...after great feats of valor.”

“I saved her life!”

“Which is your job,” Itachi counters, firmly yet gently. “...Hiashi is a proud, proud man. Though his relationship with his elder daughter has always been strained, he still will settle for nothing less than the best when it comes to her marriage.”

“I’m aware…”

Looking his brother over, Itachi then sighs in sympathy. “...what a cruel predicament…”

“Hinata asked me the day we met to protect her from suitors she disliked, and I have done so. When one attempted to take her life, when no others believed my suspicions, I protected her. Nothing means more to me than her safety. If I cannot be with her as a husband, then...I will swallow my feelings and my pride, and satisfy myself as her knight. But Itachi...if there’s a chance…”

Itachi’s brows lift in surprise at Sasuke’s vow to Hinata, expression then hesitantly softening. “...you do have something that - to my knowledge - none of Hinata’s previous hopefuls ever had.”

“...which is?”

“Precisely that: you protect her. And you’ve already done so once, nearly fatally. It shows that you have dedication: that, as sworn, you take Hinata’s life and safety seriously. There may be a chance to convince Hiashi that - should he wish for his daughter to be, and remain, safe - then his best option is to simply combine the role of knight and suitor into one. Allow you to marry Hinata, and eliminate the risk of another potential king attempting to usurp the royal bloodline by killing his wife.

“Our house is already one rich with history and mighty knights. That too may help convince him. And yet...while our blood is rich, and your actions heroic...even I cannot say for certain if that would be enough. I advise the king, yes...but I am far from his friend or confidant. I could only guess...and I do not know if you wish to stake your future on chance.”

Sighing, Sasuke takes another swig. “...I’ll have to speak to Hinata. This involves her and her future, too. If Hiashi refuses us...he’ll surely part us as a matter of decency. Which means she’ll lose a friend and confidant...and a knight she trusts with her life.”

“All heavy things to consider,” Itachi replies softly, watching his brother sip his wine. “...then I suppose, for now, I cannot aid you further. Let her know my thoughts, converge your own...and I will begin carefully prodding the king and testing his intentions and limitations. Perhaps I can help point him in the right direction. The assassination attempt has him rattled, and rightly so...but it may work in your favor, what with your position as her protector.”

“Thank you, Itachi.”

“Of course.”

The pair sit and finish their wine, mostly in silence but with sparse, familiar conversation until Sasuke admits he must return. “The healer will have my head if she knew I was out before she gave me her leave.”

That gets Itachi to chuckle. “She can be a fearsome thing, indeed. But it comes from good intentions.”

“Oh? And you know this, how?”

“She makes me an herbal tea mixture to help with my coughs,” Itachi replies, expression well masked. “My frailty is more than just a reason why I cannot be a knight as you are - it affects even my current work. She keeps me healthy.”

“...mm,” is all Sasuke hums in reply, standing as Itachi does the same. “Well...if I’m to speak with Hinata today, I’d best get back soon.”

“Indeed. Have patience. Let me needle Hiashi. Your happiness is dear to me, my brother. I’ll do all I can to help protect it.”

The sentiment makes Sasuke pause. “...thank you.” He then embraces his sibling before taking his leave, mind heavy with thought.

Itachi doesn’t seem wholly convinced, but...he does, at least, seem to think there’s a possibility, no matter how slim. For now...they play it patient. Soon Sasuke will be whole, returned to Hinata’s side. Will Hiashi then resume the visits of suitors, or will his caution last a while longer? If it does...that make work to their advantage.

Until then, however...all he can do is wait.

                                                        .oOo.

     (This is a sequel to days 67, 109, 212, 220, 236, and 275!)      More of our princess and knight AU! Seems the brothers are up to something...can they hatch a plot to see the two lovebirds united forever? Or will Hiashi instead part them and deny them their affection? I guess there's only one way to find out!      I...would say more, but I honestly had an awful day and want to just crawl into bed, aha~ Thanks for reading!

[lolacola01]

Married at 19, Divorced at 22

After trying to safe their marriage David and Y/N are divorcing. But do they both want it. 

I had no idea how my  life was going this way. It wasn’t supposed to be this bad. When I left my home in London at the age of eighteen it was supposed to be to make my dream come true. But four years later my dream hadn’t came true. I hadn’t made my big screen debut, I hadn’t even gotten close. Instead of arriving in Hollywood and getting my big break, I found myself working in some random talent agency answering phones. It’s not like my life was all bad. I did find myself some really great friends and even after six months I met someone I really liked.

 When I first met David he was standing outside of a restaurant with his camera in his hand and a group of people crowding him. You just assumed he was another TV star or something. Probably someone full of themselves, just like every other guy you had met. Not someone you were interested in. But when you realised you had locked your car keys in your car, he was the first one out of the whole group of people to offer you help. Before you knew it you were in his fancy car and he was driving you back to your apartment.

 From that moment on you were inseparable. When he wasn’t filming he was at your place editing his vlogs and watching bad TV. It only took you both a week to admit you were falling for each other, and then it was only a few months before you both found yourself on a random Saturday night driving to Vegas to get married. It had started out as a joke at first. Even after you both took the three hour drive to Vegas with Alex and Dom in the back. You were convinced you were going to get there and David was going to tell you it was a joke. But that didn’t happen. Instead it didn’t become a prank for his vlog, he didn’t even film it. It actually happened. At nineteen you met and married a man within six months of meeting him. Your family and friends back home thought you had gone crazy. They hadn’t even met David, but you were convinced it was the best thing that was ever going to happen to you. And you were right for the first year. That first year as husband and wife was perfect. Being David’s wife was everything you had ever wanted. All those dreams of being an actress had gone out of the window. Now you were just content to be Mrs Dobrik. You were happy to stay at home wait for your husband to come home after a long day of filming. You were happy to host all of his friends at your house. You had even became great friends with them too. Everything was perfect… Until it wasn’t.

 It was all fun and games until it wasn’t. Until the nights laying in bed waiting for your husband to come home started to get lonely. Until having a house full of people became too much for you. You tried so hard to be a good wife, but after two years of trying the cracks began to show. Some of the fights were so brutal. You both said so many horrible things to each other. And the last year you probably spent more time sleeping in the guest room than you did in your own bed. It went from perfect to unliveable so quickly.

 So when after another full night of screaming at each other happened and David threw out a threat of breaking up with you again, you finally called his bluff. You told him that sounded like a great idea.

 It all happened so fast after that night. Lawyers were called and you moved out of your home and into a one bedroom apartment. Early on you both sat down and decided you were going to be adults about it. That your marriage had been a mistake and it didn’t have to mean that your friendship should be over. It just meant you had been too young and it was better your divorce happened now before kids came along.

 It was three months after filling for divorce and you were now sitting on your sofa in your apartment looking at David’s name on your phone as it rang in your hand.

 “Hello?”

“It’s not too late is it?” His voice is soft in your ear.

“No I’m just…”

“Sitting on your sofa hugging your knees while you paint your nails,” David interrupts.

“How did you…”

“You’re probably just out of the shower,” he interrupts again. “Hair still wrapped in a fluffy towel. There’s probably music playing softly from the Tv. And you’re probably waiting for… let me guess, it’s pizza tonight?”

“Well that shows you how much you know,” you smirk. “It’s Chinese actually.”

“Everything else is right though?”

You look down at your toe nails you’re halfway through painting and smile. “Maybe.”

“Want to know what I’m doing?” he asks in a low tone that causes your eyebrows to raise.

“Do I?”

“I’m sitting on our bed watching that vlog I did where I Surprise you with those tickets to the Harry Styles concert.

You smile at the memory. “That was a fun night.”

“Yeah maybe for you,” he sighs into the phone. “I spent the whole night panicking that you were falling in love with Harry Styles. I didn’t know you could scream that loud.”

“David why are you watching that vlog?”

“I was thinking today about the last time I actually saw you truly happy,” he admits softly into the phone. “And it was that night. And that was seven months before we broke up.” He lets out a deep sigh and you finally realise what’s wrong with him.

“You got the lawyers letter today too?” you look down at your coffee table where the letter from your lawyer was sitting.

“They want us to go to a meeting to see how to split our assents,” David sighs again.

“Well that will be easy,” you laugh. “Everything is yours.”

“That’s not true. Y/n you can have everything you want. Whatever it is just take it. I wont fight you on anything.”

“David you were kind enough to get me this apartment and let me keep my car, I’m not taking anything else from you. Lets just go to the meeting and tell our lawyers that.”

“And what happens after this next meeting?”

“My lawyer says this is the final meeting before the divorce papers are drawn up.” I hear him sigh deeply into the phone. “And then after that you and I can get back to some sort of friendship.”

“Right,” David sighs. “Friendship. You’re going to be my friend.”

“Of course I am.”

“Just like Jason and Scotty and Toddy,” David says sounding so down. “You’re going to be my friend. And then one day my friend is going to get a boyfriend and…”

“David,” You warn him and he stops talking. “We promised each other that we’d do this one step at a time. Lets just get this meeting over with.”

“You know I wish…” you hear him sniff into the phone like he’s crying. You want to ask him if he’s okay, but you don’t think it’s your place anymore. “I wish I had known then what I know now.”

“And what do you know now?”

“Do you really want me to answer that and confuse this situation even more?”

“No,” you whisper into the phone.

“I bet it’s red.”

“What?” you ask confused.

“The nail polish you’re using on your toes,” David answers. “I bet its red.”

I smile looking down at the red nail polish on my toes. “you think you know everything Dobrik.”

“I might not know everything,” he sighs. “But I know you baby.”

“David…”

“Just answer me one question,” he interrupts. “Just one question honestly. Please. It will help me sleep tonight.”

“Okay,” you sigh. “One honest question.”

“Can you remember the exact moment you fell out of love with me?” he voice is so small on the phone that it breaks your heart. “I mean was it something I was doing. Or did I say something horrible to you. What was it?”

“That’s the thing David,” you wipe away the tears forming in your eyes. “I haven’t fallen out of love with you. Not for one second.”

“So why is this happening?” David asks weakly. “Why is my wife across the city in an apartment on her own instead of in our bed with me right now?”

“Because David…”

“Because what, Y/n?” he asks desperately into the phone.

“Because I had to end it when I did before we did fall out of love with each other,” you answer him honestly. “I wanted to save some sort of relationship for us to have after this is all over. I didn’t want you to grow to hate me.”

“Y/n,” David whispers. “I could never hate you. No matter what. I love you.”

“Lets just get past this meeting,” you ask him as you try and ignore the last three words he whispered to you.

“If you still love me Y/n please say it back, even if you’re not in love with me,” he pleads into the phone. “I just need to hear it tonight. Even if you don’t mean it. Lie to me.”

“I love you, David,” you whisper softly into the phone before ending the call quickly. “And it’s not a lie,” you whisper to yourself.