#the queuest queue of all the queues

[thedarklordmegatron]

Ardyn begging gilgamesh not to die for him is A+++

I wrote a mini-thing for the ultimate angst :D! 

“For the love of the Six Gilgamesh, deny me!” Ardyn begged, throwing an arm through the bars of his cell and clawing at the harsh stone below, ignoring the chain digging into his neck and restricting his breathing. “Please Gilgamesh, do not die for me!” He sobbed as he desperately tried to reach the cell beside his own, having witnessed the guards throw the much larger man in there only moments earlier. The same guards whom were currently laughing at his predicament from their positions by the door. “Swear your fealty to Somnus,” He pleaded “All you need do is deny me, tell them you have seen my corruption and acknowledge him as your King! He will let you live! I know it!”

“A world without you is not a world I wish to live in.” Was the soft-spoken reply as an oh so familiar hand reached out to clasp his, threading their fingers together. Bowing his head Ardyn allowed his forehead to hit the cold stone of his cell, closing his eyes as he allowed the tears to fall freely.

“You fool” He wept brokenly, clinging onto the hand in his as though it would disappear at any given moment. “Please, do not die for me. I am not worth it.”

“I am not dying for you,” Gilgamesh responded sullenly, voice thick with his own unshed tears “I am dying with you.”

“Please-“

“Ardyn.” His mouth snapped shut at the unspoken command. “The day you saved me from an illness I swore my life to yours, to act as your Shield and protect you from the harshness of this world. The night we first laid together I gave my heart to you with the promise of always standing by your side. In sickness and in health, through victories and losses. In life and in death.” The hand around his squeezed once, a comforting gesture he had long since become used to. “You are my world.” Gilgamesh said softly “My very reason for living. Without you…without you I have nothing. Do not ask me to swear my life to him, do not ask me to live in a world without love.”

“I do not want to watch you die.” Ardyn whispered through his tears, though he was quite certain Gilgamesh could hear him, even over the taunting of the guards.

“Then close your eyes and think of our nights together. The traitor may take my life and the Astrals curse my soul, but my love for you is eternal. My heart beats for you and you alone Ardyn, that will never change.” With little care for the dignity or pride he had once held, Ardyn made a soft keening noise, tugging on Gilgamesh’s hand in a pointless attempt at pulling it closer; likely only succeeding in hurting the other man. “No matter what awaits us, I love you and have no regrets.”

[aresaphrodites]

Wat does the queuest of them all mean

i dont know??? lmao it’s probably someone’s queue tag, but idk where they got it from lol why would i know that

[thedarklordmegatron]

Regis chokes. Clarus laughs and Cor is just watching them with a deadpan expression. He had his mini-freak out on his way back from medical.

That doesn’t mean he’s 100% content with everything, hell no. He’s absolutely terrified. Regis already has his heir and doesn’t need another, not to mention that any child of theirs would be a bastard because Cor is not marrying his friend thanks. He doesn’t need all that political lark. 

He’s also not going to pressure Regis into acknowledging the child. If he doesn’t want anything to do with it, Cor will come up with some story about the child being some random Alpha’s. It’s not like he needs any financial aid, he had more than enough money saved up.

Cor and Regis do the snuggling thing before Cor's heat… until one day it's starts early and. well. Two months later the awkwardness is going away when Cor finds out he's pregnant.

It’s a normal night of snuggling and Moogleflix when his heat hits. One moment Cor is happily curled up against Regis’ chest, watching some stupid cooking programme he can’t be bothered to remember the name of, the next he’s a writhing mess. They both agree not to speak about that weekend, and for the most part they’re able to stick to that. At least until four months later when Cor strolls into Regis’ office and slams an ultrasound down on his desk. Whoops~