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[mxtantrights]

day court!reader barges in on a meeting with the inner circle

Your day was just beginning but you have had enough.

Not only did you wake up this morning in some random male's bed after a bad late night tryst, he had the nerve to kick you out because he was not in fact single. His girlfriend came back by the time you managed to flee through the back door.

On top of that, you were hungry. You hadn't eaten since last night, when you picked up the lying male at the bar. He offered to make you food at his place but one thing led to another, and you two ended up in bed. And you were the one left unsatisfied, tired, and hangry. So you tried to sleep it off.

So you walked through the city in your clothes from last night. Gaining a bit of looks, but honestly it wasn't that uncommon for other fae to do the walk of shame. It wouldn't be your first, but you prayed to the mother it would be your last.

When you finally got to the palace you found out you missed an important meeting because someone moved it a day forward. That someone being Helion. And that seemed to irk you a bit more than anything else. Or maybe it was the tipping point.

That is why you are stomping to the visitors room. One of the palace guards said he was in there with guests, but you didn't really care about the guests part. You just cared that he was in a location you could get to.

Once you reach the door you swing the door open. He's seated at the table with three others. A male, and two females. You didn't really take them into account because you were too ticked off to do so.

"Helion, do you wish to tell me why the meeting on creating new positions in the court was pushed to today?" you ask.

Helion smirks, "I'm entertaining guests."

"You can entertain all you want, but you'll answer my question first." you answer.

Helion shrugs his shoulders.

"I wanted to free tomorrow up for you." he answers simply.

You stand there in silence. He wanted to free up your day for tomorrow? Why would he want you to be free? Actually, back to the meeting, why would he not tell you that the was moving it?

"You could have told me about this plan." you say.

Helions nods, "I could have, but then I would have ruined your night out. Tell me, was he any good?"

You suppose most family members don't talk about such intimate acts with each other. Too taboo. But you and Helion aren't like most. For the first ten years of your life he didn't even know you existed. And then everything happened and you ended up under his care.

Helion isn't a regular parent by any means. But he tried, for you.

And you guess, this is him trying now too.

You sigh, "No. It was completely uneventful, which is why I was on my way here to have food and prepare for the meeting."

"Food? I have tons of that, take a seat." Helion holds his hand out for you to take a seat.

It's then, and only then, that you take a look at who he is supposed to be entraining. The first female, the high lady of the night court. Your eyes widen as you take her in. And beside her is another habitant of night court. The blonde warrior, Morrigan. And then there is the male. Wings and shadows. Spymaster.

You take an apprehensive step back, "Actually, I should let you entertain your guests. I can speak to you later about this."

"No please, this was the most interesting thing I've heard all morning." the blonde one, Morrigan, says.

"What she means is, we were getting nowhere with our discussion. You can join us if you like." the high lady says.

You toss a look over to Helion. He nods at you. You decide to take the plunge and sit at the table, right in front of the high lady. Feyre. That's her name.

You reach for one of the glass lutes of fruit juice. You raise the glass to your lips and take a long sip. You sometimes needed to read the room and shut your mouth. This is one of those times.

"I don't think you introduced yourself, this is my stability ambassador and hopefully, the next day court liaison." Helion says.

You almost choke on the juice.

[personostient]

MORE. Baug Aliens.

Introducing Sterling Wasps, native hymenopterans of the Glass Sea Bed:

These wasps are variable in color, exoskeletons shifting from an obsidian black to a gleaming silvery sheen under direct sunlight.

Their unique physical make up serves as a way to reduce and reflect heat and harmful radiation while active during the day.

Sterling Wasp Colonies form deep burrows beneath the sand; Their caves often take on a crystalline form or patterning along the walls and ceilings

They are fast. Rivaling jet speeds, their wing beats carry them far across the scorching sandy surface to limit their time above ground. (Spectators observe Wasp activity as a glittering from a distance matching that of the sparkling sand.)

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‘Ambassadors, looking for more information about special presentations or volunteer opportunities? Contact your local division leaders and bee involved!

Please also join us for the upcoming “Wings Over Seas” air show and festival for heart racing experiences! Food, Music, Aerial demonstrations, epic tournament sporting, immersive exhibits, and exclusive lectures held by our hymenopteran guest speakers (See details inside)’

- Excerpt from ‘Hive Society’ Springtime Ambassador Programs

[mooncalf87]

Cherrisnake hcs!

Pentious is so bad at kissing. Actually so so bad.

Cherri is actually a pretty good inventor. She makes all her own bombs. They make inventions together now

Cherris pet names for Pen: "babe" "hun" "snakey" "babycakes"

Pens pet names for Cherri: "sweetheart" "sugar" "darling" "honey"

Sense they lived 100 years apart on earth, they love teaching each other about the traditions of their respective eras and homes

They, being the only european accented people in the hotel, make british/australian jokes that no one else understands

Cherri has no interest in being redeemed into heaven, and Pentious completely respects that. They make their long distance relationship work

Pen becomes the official Heaven ambassador to Hell, while Cherri is the Hell ambassador to Heaven. This way they both have a job to serve their respective realms, and they both get to see each other a lot.

Pen is a virgin before cherri. That's it that's the hc.

Pen gets drunk SO EASY compared to Cherri. 4 shots can get this man completely and utterly wasted beyond any sensible thinking.

Cherri is a MASSIVE bed hog. Will actually steal all the blankets and pillows from Pentious

They can't be together nearly as much as they would like, so they have little stuffed animals of each other to snuggle with when they miss one another (pen carries around his cherri stuffy EVERYWHERE)

Cherri is so fucking bad at drawing. Pen is pretty good so he tried to teach her but it DID NOT go well

Pen grew up in the 1800s and therefore has a lot of bad opinions about himself. He also didn't get a ton of schooling and doesn't know how to write very well, so Cherri teaches him.

Cherri loves his angel wings. They are soft and very pretty

Pentious loves Cherris hair. He loves to braid it.

There is a closet in the lobby of thr Hotel that is actually a portal to Heaven that Cherri and Pentious can come and go through as they please. Lots of other heaven and hell members have used to to reunite with their family's.

Cherri and Pentious have turned the page for the conflict between Heaven and Hell. With the help of the Morningstar family and the Seraphm, Heaven and Hell now successfully work along side each other.

A make out session once got really heated and Pentious accidentally bit cherri, forgetting that he has deadly venom. Cherri just regenerated after a few moments but forever uses the bite as blackmail against Pentious

Hugs. Pentious loves hugs. Cherri is a very good hugger. It works out very well

Pentious is a very clingy drunk, he refuses to let Cherri leave his sight

I take hc requests!!!

[tinydefector]

Star Gala dress

(Mtmte) Starscream × human reader

A small little thing I enjoy is Senator Starscream of Vos, and this also gave me the excuse to write about this dress.

WARNING: hints to future smut, mentioned nudity.

Wordcount: 2k

Request and ask open, read pinned post

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The young human liaison stands off to the corner of Starscream's office desk reading through appointments and schedules for upcoming events. "Sir, I have more council data for you," they call out to the Seeker as they turn and walk closer to him, transferring the schedules and meetings.

Starscream barely acknowledged the young human, continuing to pore over reports and schematics on his desk. As they approached, he let out an exasperated ventilation and raised his optics to meet their gaze.

"What is it now? I'm a very busy mech, in case you hadn't noticed." He gestured imperiously at the datapads stacked high around him. "I don't have time for the trivial matters. So this had better be important."

The seeker leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chromsteel cockpit impatiently. , he had little patience for being interrupted while working. But as the human was his earth embassedor, it was his unfortunate role to deal with their petulant requests and demands.

"Well? Out with it. I don't have all cycle," Starscream snapped. His piercing red optics bored down at the human, he knows he shouldn't be snapping at them, but the stress of the cycle was already getting to him.

They sigh softly, "There's gala that you have been requested to be at as one of the 'Repentant' and also new senator of Vos. They have asked that we both attend for publicity purposes. They want both the senator and the human ambassador attending. I believe they want you to do some speaking or such after the incident with those protested outside your home, but from what I can read its mainly just other higher ups of Cybertron's social networking coming together for political face value again" they reply while scrolling throught their own data pad.

Starscream let out an irritable ventilation at the news. "Another one of these pointless mingling exhibitions, I presume?" he hissed derisively.

Playing the politician was not something he had ever seen himself doing, he had been a military leader and scientist, but he had little choice as one of the few remaining Vosian Seekers with enough knowledge on political matters. Since the fall of Vos, he had taken up representing his Seeker constituents on Cybertron - whether he wanted to or not.

"And I suppose they think parading you around with me will make me seem more 'palatable' to the masses," he scoffed, glaring down at his little ambassador. As if mingling with snobby council mech wouldn't do his prossesor in more.

Still, he had little choice if he wished to hold onto the dwindling scraps of power and influence he had left. With a frustrated huff, Starscream rose from his seat. "Very well, we'll attend this affair," he grumbled begrudgingly. "But make no mistake - you are to stay by my side the whole even, primus knows im not hunting you down if one of those council mech get their servos on you. Try not to embarrass me."

A soft laugh leaves the embassdors lips'. "Sir considering you already put up with me as is, I won't be leaving your side regardless. Plus you enjoy my charming wit and gossip to much. But yes I believe they wish for you to show off our alliance" they reply with a smile to the Decepticon as they move closer to wards him.

Starscream let out an impatient vent at the human's response. "Your company is a necessary chore at best, fleshbag," he retorted. He glowered down at the tiny organic, wings flicking irritably.

They walk up closer staring him in the optics with a raised brow ans crossed arms . "A chore huh?, I didnt realise getting kisses being a chore Mr, guess i won't be sharing the bed with you tonight since its such a chore" they teases their lover, knowing full well they had caught starscream in a fib.

Starscream's optics flashed dangerously at the human's teasing remark. "Careful," he growled softly."

However, his armour flared subtly in reaction to their challenge. As much as he loathed admitting any weakness, this tiny organic had somehow managed to work their way past his defenses. Against his better judgment, the Seeker  found himself strangely enamoured with the human.

Leaning down until his facial plates were mere inches from their upturned face, Starscream indulged in a quiet vent. "You know as well as I that appearances must be maintained in public," he stated lowly. "But in private...well. Let's just say I find your company... not entirely objectionable."

His clawed digit reached out to delicately brush their cheek in a rare unguarded moment of affection. Despite his cold demeanour, Starscream cared deeply for his consort, however much he refused to show such vulnerability openly.

A soft laugh leaves their lips as they run a hand across starscream's faceplate. "Hmmm, keep telling yourself that handsome," they reply before pressing a kiss to starscream's lips. " For all your snark and scowling, you're not as big of an asshole as you try to act." they hum contently.

Starscream's optics flashed at the human's brazen words, but he made no move to rebuke them further. Instead, he vented softly as their lips met his own, the gentle contact stirring something deep within his spark.

"In matters of politics and power, have weaknesses make you easy prey," he stated gruffly, though without his earlier bite. Seekers valued strength and cunning above all else.

Still, behind closed doors was another matter. "You have a most insolent mouth... but I confess, where you are concerned, I find I do not entirely mind."

His clawed digits reached to ghost almost tenderly along their cheek. Starscream found he was willing to set aside his usual façade. They had come to mean more to him than he ever dared admit.

"Hmm, glad you enjoy when I talk my mind, Stars." They pressed another kiss to his lips before just resting against starscream's bulk. "Fuck I need to find something decent to wear if I'm going to get paraded around a social gathering" they mumble softly. They weren't initially prepared for an event like that, most times they stuck to the office and were never far from the seeker.

Starscream let out a soft vent as their lips met once more. "In private, you may say what you wish, fleshling," he replied in a rumble. "But do try to mind your glossa in public. Less i have to get involved"

The Seeker peered down at their smaller form resting against him protectively. "As for appropriate attire, I may have something in storage that could suffice for your diminutive size."

During Vos's heyday, the Seekers had many diplomatic functions requiring certain getups. While the outfits were tailored for flightsuits and armour, perhaps a piece could be tailored down further for a human or some that were originally for pets of past senators.

"Come. Let us search my archives and see if any pieces are in presentable enough condition after vorns of neglect," Starscream said, extending a clawed digit for them to climb onto. The public face he showed the world was cold and severe, but in private moments, his consort brought out a softer, rarer side to the fierce Seeker.

Testing on clothing for a gala wasn't what they had planned, but it was enjoyable except for the fact that Starscream wasn't happy with anything they had been tired of yet. "Stars, this is the 8th outfit. Are you really that picky?" They ask while grabbing another outfit.

they slowly changed into it, making sure the chains hung  the right way and the choker was set in place. They walk out wearing a shimmering black dress, which showed skin of their hips, neck chest, and arms. It makes starscream stop to admire. "What about this one?" The call out while double checking everything was in place.

Starscream's optics roved appraisingly over the human as they emerged wearing the shimmering black dress. "Hmm, not bad..." he murmured appreciatively. As much as he grumbled about the task, the Seeker did appreciate aesthetic beauty. and this particular outfit did justice to their form. "Spin," he says while making a motion with his servo.

"The material compliments your organic optical structure and plating," Starscream observed. As a scientist at Spark, he couldn't help but be intrigued by alien biology, however primitive. And he had to admit, the fragile frame could produce pleasing visual and tactile sensations on occasion.

Venting softly, the Decepticon stroked a clawed digit gently down their arm. "I suppose this one will suffice to showcase our...alliance, as they say. It highlights certain appealing assets while maintaining... some modesty." His mouthplates twitched in a rare half-smile. "You clean up passably well for a human, sparkbug."

They roll their eyes at starscream before grabbing his servo and pressing a kiss to it. "Glad you like how I clean up, Mr. demanding, your privilege is showing again," they reply with a teasing smile. "You could use a new lick of paint before the event too, don't want these little scratches on show" the state with a wink before walking to go get changed out of the dress and to store for the gala.

Starscream let out an amused vent at the human's spirited retort. "Insolent creature," he said with a hint of affection. 

Still, he made no move to rebuke them further. As loath as he was to admit any chinks in his armor, this human was right, he did indeed need a new coat of paint before the event, less the other mech and femme figure out the scratches were from the ambassador.

The Seeker watched appreciatively as they began to change out of the dress, leaving their back exposed to him. "Do try not to damage that piece before the gala. It would reflect poorly on me to have my...consort attired in anything less than their best." His mouthplates quirked faintly.

"I'll make sure to keep it safe and ready for the gala," they reply only to gasp softly when they feel starscreams lips against their back.

Starscream rumbled softly as his intake pressed gentle kisses to the human's neck, relishing their pleased reaction.

"See that you do, sparkbug," he murmured against their spine. "I wish to show off my talented...consort to my peers." His gaze held an unfamiliar warmth as he gazed upon the tiny organic, his servos wrap around their waist, digits spreading out Across their soft skin.

Humans were primitive, fragile things, but this one stirred something within the Seeker none had before. With surprisingly tender digits, Starscream traced idle patterns against their side, lingering to savour the minute but pleasing tactile feedback their skin provided with tiny bumps.

"Now, let us complete preparations for this tiresome political display. But know that after, your frame is mine and mine alone to clain," Starscream murmured possessively against their ear, relishing their shiver of reaction. His human may be small and fragile, but they had become his in a way none ever had before.

They laugh. "I didn't realise you liked the dress that much, hmm shame you have to wait three cycle before you get to rip it off me" they teases him with a quick kiss, as they try to flee his grasp.

Starscream let out an irritated vent at the human's teasing words. "Insolent little pest you are," he growled, capturing their intake in another firm kiss to wipe the smug look off their faceplate. 

While he cherished this fragile organic, their boldness tried his patience at times. "Three cycles, is it?" The mighty Seeker rumbled against their ear again, glossa flicking out teasingly. "Very well then, bug. But know that when the time comes, I fully intend to savour stripping that fine material from your form... and everything underneath. I intend to have you bed bound for a while. " His clawed digits tracing almost affectionately over their frame left no doubt as to his meaning.

"I very much look forward to it, my handsome shooting Star," they reply.

[foggieststars]

PLEASE express the 1644 thoughts. pls 🤲

OK so have a snippet from my abandoned 1644 fic where charles seduces lewis to join ferrari. i abandoned it because i feel like the characterisation of both of them is dogshit but. please enjoy anon <3

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“I don’t usually… during the season.” 

Charles frowns. “What, at all?” Lewis shakes his head, and Charles scoffs. “Yeah, right.” 

“It’s a thing,” Lewis insists, laughing slightly at himself. “Nico got me into it, back in like, 2014 or something. Got all in his head about testosterone levels and shit. I don’t go mental with it, but I do - er. Restrict myself.” 

“Jesus,” Charles snorts. “This sounds miserable.” 

“Doesn't interest you?” Lewis snarks.

Charles stretches out on the bed, preening a little. “And not let people see this?” he gestures to himself, unashamed of his nakedness. “I could never.”  

Lewis just watches him, in that quiet way he has. Bright, intelligent eyes. It feels like Lewis can see right through him. 

“Did it hurt?” Charles asks, stroking his thumb over the tattooed wings on Lewis’ forearm. He doesn’t really want to know, but he needs Lewis to stop looking at him like that. 

Lewis shrugs. “A bit. The arm doesn’t hurt as much as other places. You not thought about getting any?” 

Charles shrugs. “Maybe one day. After I win a championship, perhaps.” He doesn’t really think so, but he thinks it might be what Lewis wants to hear. He’s moulding himself, changing already, trying to find out how Lewis will like him best. Seb had liked the whole bright-eyed, starstruck rookie thing, even if he’d pretended he didn’t. Carlos likes it when Charles rolls over, shows his soft underbelly. He likes him a little bitchy, too, biting back, showing all of his teeth. Charles needs to figure Lewis out, find out what he likes. 

“Tramp stamp?” Lewis cajoles, pulling Charles out of his thoughts, and Charles rolls his eyes. 

“Would you like that?” he asks, rolling onto his side to face Lewis properly. “You could look at it when you fuck me. Once you sign the contract.” 

Lewis sucks his breath in through his teeth. “If I sign the contract, you mean.” 

“When you sign the contract,” Charles says, reaching down to take Lewis’ thick cock in his hand again. It’s soft, but twitches slightly in Charles’ grip, interested. Lewis doesn’t react, just raises an eyebrow. 

“An ambassador role,” Charles coos, letting go and trailing his fingers over Lewis’ defined abs. “Money for your foundation.” He rolls so that he’s straddling Lewis again, and Lewis’ hands find his hips, like they’re drawn there against their will. Their sweaty skin sticks together. “A hundred million a year.” 

“And this?” Lewis asks, thumbs stroking over Charles’ hipbones. 

Charles smirks, taking one of Lewis’ larger hands in his own, tugging it around to press his fingers against his hole, sticky and wet from their earlier activities. Lewis pushes his fingers in, just testing. 

He leans down, whispers the words into Lewis’ ear. “And this. Whenever you want.”

[bubybubsters]

Insecurities (Eris x reader)

A/n: random, completely winging this, typed from my phone, please excuse and mistakes definitely not proof read. Prob a bad title too.

Ok so you and Eris are mates and he is about to try to kill Beron.

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word count: 1371

You knew your mate was worried; he never closed off his side of the bond unless he thought it was necessary. And Eris almost never thought it was necessary. But with less than a week until Eris planned to kill Beron, you knew he was insecure. But you didn’t know how insecure, so you wrapped up your long meeting with the ambassadors and quickly hurried t your shared room

When you opened the door to your room you were not expecting a ring of fire surrounded Eris and your mate on his knees, body covered with fire.

You hesitated, you were from the Dawn Court and your wings were definitely not immune to fire, nor was your body. Beron had only allowed the marriage because you were Thesan’s cousin and it would secure an alliance with the Dawn Court. But Beron didn’t know you were mates as Eris took great care to hide that. Beron hadn’t threatened you because that would put his alliance on thin ice. Unfortunately being Eris’ mate didn’t make you immune to fire.

You circled around so Eris could see you and started to reach a hand out towards the fire. Eris glanced up, his face stone cold and eyes guarded.

“Leave Y/n, please just leave me alone.”

You would do no such thing, even as his words hit your heart right where your own insecurities were. Does he still want me? Will he stop loving me one day? What if I'm not enough? You pushed the thoughts aside and focused on your mate. Slowly you took a step towards the fire. Another. Another. Until you were right in front of the fire, you could feel the heat of the fire, but it wasn't too hot. So you took another step, the fire immediately split around you.

Eris lifted his head and frowned at the fire as if it had a mind of its own. The fire surrounding his body retreated as you slowly pulled him into you. His back against your chest, one of your arms resting over his sternum, the other arm tangled in his hair. He was so tense that you leaned forward and whispered words in his ear.

"My mate, it may not be fine now but you will grow and heal and it will be better than fine. I love you and nothing you do will ever change that, you are good, you are kind and respectful and have never treated me with anything but. I am yours and you are mine and I love you. I love every part of you and I always will."

Eris hesitated to relax into you and you knew it was because he didn't want anyone to see him like this. Vulnerable and raw. You continued stroking his hair and occasionally whispered soft reassurances in his ear.

But he stiffened suddenly and sat up, not meeting your eyes, shutting you out. "I thought I told you to leave Y/n, if you can't follow that order at least shut the hell up and stop touching me! I can't stand it, you're so needy and you're always demanding something from me. Just go away, let me have a day of peace!"

Eris turned away from you as his words struck your heart deep, but you didn't go. You sat by him for the next few hours as he shouted things at you that went straight through your walls and to your heart. But you stayed and when he fell asleep you picked him up in your arms and set him on the bed. Tucking him in, you glanced at the clock. It was 6am. Shit, you were both already late for your morning meetings.

You left the room with a concerned glance at your mate even as you wondered if he meant his words. You went to his meeting in the night court first and when you got there a dagger was at your throat.

"Who are you? What have you done with Eris?"

You looked up to see the spymaster, you grimaced, "Eris is fine and I am his mate here to meet with the high lord in his place."

The spymaster hesitated before leading you to a meeting room already filled with the night court inner circle. You got straight to the point, "Alright first things first, I don't know when my mate will make his move but I can say with certainty that it will be in less than a week. Eris is stressed and tired and please to not pressure him, I'm not doing much better but I am already late to a meeting with the captain of Eris' loyal soldiers. So please excuse my mate and let him rest."

Everyone stared at you with shock before Rhysand nodded, "Tell Eris to come meet with us when he is ready, we have the supplies he asked for. And you can go meet with the captain and after that I think you should get some rest."

You smiled at him and nodded, "thank you high lord" before you winnowed out to another meeting.

You gave the captain a similar speech and he nodded. "Tell the Heir to get rest; he can't defeat Beron without strength, and tell him to come at least 5 hours before he makes his move. We need a heads up to be ready. Thank you mi'lady, but may I suggest you cancel the rest fo the meetings today?"

You laughed, "Why is everyone so worried about me? I'm not the one about to attempt overthrowing the throne! And captain, my next meeting is in the night, I should be good. Plus how many times do I have to say you can call me Y/n?

The captain and his soldiers stared at you until one spoke up. "I don't mean to be rude Y/n but have you looked at yourself recently?"

You blinked at the soldiers before nodding, "I suppose I should do that. Thank you."

When you got back to your room Eris was awake and eating breakfast at the desk while reading reports. He glanced up and his face was so cold and devoid of emotion that all your insecurities from his words the night before came rushing back. You stopped at his side and he pulled you into his lap stiffly.

Eventually you dared to speak, "I... did you mean what you said last night? Am I really needy and demanding?"

He stared down at you, expression softening immediately. "No I didn't sweetheart, I had a long day of work and you know what's coming up but I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken it out on you. You are all I could ask for in a mate, you do everything for me and ask for nothing in return. You stayed even when I told you to go because you know me and knew I didn't mean it. But I'm willing to bet everything I said hurt you, and I'm infinitely sorry for that. I will make it up in every way if you can forgive me."

You smiled at Eris, expression slightly pained but you nodded. "I will forgive you Eris Vanserra, and I know my cracked heart will heal eventually, with your help." Eris's answering smile was as bright as the sun. "I also met with the night court," Eris stiffened and you quickly added, "Rhysand wishes to meet with you when you're ready and the Captain needs you to notify him at least 5 hours before you know what so he can get his troops ready. They both told me to sleep as well but I don't understand why...."

Eris looked at you amused and stood up, carrying you to the full body mirror. You blinked at your reflection. There were dark circles under your eyes, your hair was unkempt, you clothes were singed at the edges and there was a little cut on your neck from where the spymaster had held a knife to your throat. You gaped at yourself.

Eris kissed the top of your head, "sleep my little fox, I will be here when you wake and I can start my apology." Your body heated but you smiled at him and drifted into unconscious.

A/n: hope you enjoyed! Constructive criticism, comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated. I swear I actually look at them

[angelasscribbles]

Unexpected Chapter 9: Uncertainty

Series: Unexpected

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Maxwell, Riley x Liam

Rating: MA

Warnings: None for this chapter

Word Count: 2,581

My other stuff: Master List.

Riley’s conversation with the queen had quickly taken a turn into the rigors of ruling.

“I know it looks glamorous, but make no mistake. Being queen is hard work. It’s brutal and demanding. You will work from the moment you wake up in the morning until the moment you go to bed at night, all day, every day. Look at Liam, all three meals he’s taken today have been business-related. Even this one. It may seem like a relaxing dinner to you, but to him, it’s just one more engagement he’s required to attend after a day of grueling duties.

Riley shot a glance at Liam. He did seem tired and completely disinterested in his current conversation. She cocked her head to the side as she studied him. The smile on his face was fake, at least it was until he glanced up and caught her watching him. When their gazes connected, the smile on his face broadened and reached his eyes. She gave him a scintillating smile of her own before returning her attention to the queen and her glass of champagne.

Regina continued, “Let me tell you what a typical day looks like for me. I rise at 4:30—”

“In the morning?!?” Riley choked on her drink.

“Yes, dear. In the morning. You will be collaborating with people from all over the world, and time zones can be tricky when scheduling meetings. I’ve usually worked for two to three hours before breakfast, which is more often than not a working meal, even when taken with my husband.”

“You work when you’re with your husband?”

“Of course, dear. We are comparing notes, devising strategies, ensuring that we are on the same page about matters of state and diplomacy. Not to mention the running of things here at home.”

“But….surely you get some downtime on the weekends…”

“Weekends are usually devoted to things like ribbon cuttings, putting in appearances for the sake of PR, things like that.”

Riley felt sick to her stomach. “Vacations?”

“Rarely; and even those are often about making or cementing alliances. We skied for a week with the ambassador from Auvernall and her husband last year to ensure continued good relations between our two countries. I had to pretend to enjoy their company for the entire time, so it wasn’t as relaxing as one might expect.”

“It can’t be all be work, all the time…”

“No, but a love would have to be extraordinary to survive the pressures. Why do you think royal marriages are political and monarchs are not just allowed, but encouraged, to take lovers?”

“That’s not very romantic….”

“No, it’s not. It’s very pragmatic. Think of queen as a job title, not a relationship status.”

“A job title you have to get married to receive.”

“Again, royal marriages should be political. Take my niece Madeleine, for example. She was born and raised for this. That remarkable young woman has spent her entire life preparing for this role. And unlike you, she wants it.”

“I—”

Regina leaned closer. “I don’t doubt you love my son, Riley. And I am sure that he’s in love with you. A blind man can see the way he looks at you. But that in no way means you’re prepared for this role. You haven’t had the upbringing or the training for it.”

“So, what? You think I should step aside and he’ll just forget about me and choose your niece?”

“Madeleine has offered to fulfill the duties of queen while looking the other way so you and Liam can be together in every other way.”

“So I’ll be his mistress?”

“More than that. She’s prepared to allow you to live at the palace, in the royal family wing, even.”

The thought of the snotty and mercurial Madeleine allowing her to do anything rankled.

“And Liam is aware of this offer?”

“Yes, dear, he is. But he is dead set against it. I think if the suggestion came from you, he’d see reason.”

“Tell me more about how it would work.”

“It’s simple, really. You would stay in Cordonia, at the palace, so you can see each other often. He marries Madeleine. She takes on all the onerous aspects of ruling while your relationship with him remains unsullied by the day-to-day stress and demands of the crown.”

“What about heirs?”

The queen blinked. “What about them?”

“Liam told me he was required to produce them. I’m assuming part of his marriage duties would be getting his wife pregnant.”

“Of course, but—”

“So the marriage won’t be in name only, will it?”

“Lady Riley. You are an astute young woman. Surely you understand that Cordonia must have an heir. If you truly love him, you will find a way to accept that.”

“Hmmm.” Riley’s eyes roamed the room until they landed on the countess. She wasn’t at all sure she would be okay with watching Madeleine carry Liam’s children. What kind of mother would the ice princess make, anyway? “What assurances would I have that she would honor such an agreement? I mean, they could get married and she could then simply renege on everything.”

“Liam can have everything put in their marriage contract.”

Riley’s mind whirled, trying to process all the information. A marriage contract would allow Liam to do as he pleased. It still made no guarantees for her future. What if Liam tired of her after a year or two?

Her eyes slid over to find Max watching her intently from the Beaumont table. Max would marry her tomorrow if she told him to. But Max had no money or resources of his own and Bertrand had been clear that any relationship between the two of them that severed her chances with Liam would result in Max being disinherited.

She wasn’t at all sure she was ready for the responsibilities of the crown, yet she wasn’t prepared to live life under Madeleine’s thumb.

Marriage to Liam offered stability and a rise out of the poverty she had thus far lived in.

Life as Liam’s mistress theoretically offered the same benefits without the responsibility, but unlike a royal marriage with an ironclad contract, being his mistress offered no protection against being discarded at some future date.

At a signal from her personal assistant, Regina sighed. “It appears our time together is up. Please take what I said under advisement.”

“I will,” Riley assured her as she rose from the table and made her way back to her own assigned seat.

Hana was waiting for her. “Well. How did it go?”

“It was…interesting.”

“What do you think your chances of being approved by the royal council are?”

“Not as good as yours,” Riley answered honestly.

Hana flushed. “That can’t be true.”

“It is true,” Riley assured her. “You have the breeding, the background and the social skills they’re looking for. Not to mention your grandparents are members of the Cordonian nobility in good standing with the court.”

Hana stared down at the napkin she was twisting in her hands. “Maybe I’m no longer sure I want to marry a prince.”

Riley gave her a sharp look. “What do you mean?”

Hana turned a deep crimson as she shook her head and reached shakily for her water glass. “Nothing. Never mind.”

Riley covered the other woman’s free hand with her own. “Hana. You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“Yes, but…” Hana glanced nervously around the room, “Not here.”

Riley gave her a reassuring smile as she squeezed her hand. “Come to my room tomorrow morning before I leave for Ramsford, and we’ll talk.”

***

Liam skillfully evaded Madeleine after dinner ended, feigning urgent business with the minister of treasury. He already knew what she wanted, and he wasn’t ready to give her an answer yet.

He knew that if he couldn’t marry Riley, he still had to marry someone, but everything in him rebelled against putting a ring on the finger of his brother’s ex-fiancée.

Madeleine’s past with Leo was the least of his reservations, though. Bastien had uncovered, and thankfully stopped, a plot to set Riley up and blackmail Olivia. He couldn’t prove anything yet, but his gut told him Madeleine was involved in it up to her eyeballs.

Tonight, however, he was less concerned about Madeleine and more concerned about whatever Drake had asked to see him about.

Slipping out of the dinner undetected after pointing Neville VanCouer in Madeleine’s direction, Liam met Drake in his office. “You said you found more information about Riley’s past?”

“I did.” Drake sat behind his desk, chair leaned back, feet propped on the desktop. He tossed a manilla folder across the surface. “It’s about her mother.”

Liam quickly scanned the contents of the folder. “Catherine Brooks died from breast cancer.” He flipped through the pages. “It says here that she received top tier medical care from the best hospitals in the country.”

“Right. But she had no money, and she lost her medical insurance months after diagnosis when she was cut loose from her job. Fired for absences.”

Liam gasped incredulously. “They fired her for missing work to get treatment?”

“Unfortunately, that’s America.”

“But…that’s…that’s… it’s awful! It’s criminal!”

“Don’t let it color your opinion. Just because—”

“But it does color my opinion, Drake! And it should color yours as well. It’s right here in black and white. All of her medical bills were paid in full by her daughter. Riley used every penny of the stolen money on her mother’s medical care.”

“Sure, but—”

“It explains why she was working as a waitress and living in a crappy apartment. She didn’t keep a cent for herself!”

“It doesn’t appear so. Still—”

“And there have been no complaints or accusations in the two years since her mother’s death.”

“No,” Drake rubbed his eyes, “I’m not disputing that the scamming seemed to be for a good cause, but it was still illegal, immoral and an optical nightmare if it gets out.”

“I don’t know, Drake. I think the Cordonian public would understand the extenuating circumstances and the fact that she turned her life around after her mother’s death.”

“Even if that’s true, the royal council will never approve her. Not once they see all this and they will see it, Li. Don’t kid yourself. She may have passed the initial background check, but if you choose her, they are going to do a deep dive just like I did, and it’s all going to come out.”

“Maybe—”

“And even if it doesn’t, sooner or later some intrepid reporter is going to dig it up or one of those jilted lovers is going to see her on the news and come forward with their side of the story and paint her as a gold digging con artist which is going to undermine your credibility no matter what her reasons were and if you’ll stop and think about this logically for one damn minute, you’ll see that.”

Liam was silent for so long that Drake thought he wasn’t going to answer when he finally sighed and slumped dejectedly in his chair. “I hate it when you’re right.”

“If you really want to be with her, without torpedoing your reputation and tarnishing your public image, just take Madeleine up on her offer.”

“Would that have been good enough for you?”

“What?”

“Leo could have just married her and kept up his relationship with you on the side. Would you have been satisfied with that?”

“I would have dealt with it. I told him not to abdicate for me, but your pigheaded brother didn’t listen. I’ve always thought you have more sense than he does, though. Besides, Constantine is out of heirs.”

“What if it’s not enough for her?”

“I don’t know how to soften this question, so I’m just going to be blunt.”

Liam barked out a short laugh, “When are you ever not blunt?”

“Are you sure she wants you at all? Are you just going to ignore whatever the fuck is going on with her and Beaumont?”

“We don’t know that there’s anything going on between them.”

“Oh, there’s something going on between them, all right!” Drake recounted the conversation he had overhead in the hallway to Liam.

“That doesn’t point to anything other than Max overstepping boundaries, which he is well known for.”

Drake sighed as he brought a tumbler of scotch to his lips. He had no proof other than his gut feeling, but he was sure the two of them were entangled. “But what if they are?”

Liam weighed the question before responding. “If she has genuine feelings for both of us, arrangements can be made.”

“Liam…”

“What? It’s nothing I haven’t done before.”

“Yes, I’m well aware of the situation you found yourself in with Liv and Carson. The difference is, Carson was your boyfriend, not Liv’s. But no matter how polyamorous you are, the public will never accept a queen that’s perceived to be unfaithful to her king. Do you think she’s willing to give him up?”

“I don’t know.”

“So to recap…. The council will never approve her and even if they did, she’s a scandal waiting to happen, and that’s not even counting a potential affair going on with one of her sponsors.”

“Jesus, Drake. You’re starting to sound like my father.”

“That’s the meanest thing you’ve ever said to me. I’m just trying to look out for your best interests and I’m not sure your best interests are served by a marriage to Riley Brooks. And that’s not a judgement on her as a person. I am in no position to judge anyone. It’s just the damn politics. There’s a reason I hate them so much. This shit right here is why.” Liam should be able to just be with whoever he wanted. But the world didn’t work that way.

“I know, and I appreciate it, even when you tell me shit I don’t want to hear.”

“Good, because I looked further into Bertrand, as well. He was awful twitchy when I asked him what he knew about her past.”

“And?”

“He hired a private investigator the day after Max introduced them. That can’t be a coincidence. I think he’s very well aware of her background in fleecing wealthy men.”

“And he thought she could put that skill-set to use securing the crown for House Beaumont?” Liam surmised.

“Highly likely.”

“All right.” Liam pushed away from the desk and stood up. “Thank you for all of this.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

Liam heaved a sigh as his head tipped up to stare at the ceiling. “I have to pick a bride in less than a week. I am in love with a woman whose past, and possibly present, is problematic for me from a diplomatic standpoint. I’m being pressured by my parents and the Duke of Karlington to marry someone I know in my very marrow would be a terrible queen and who I can’t personally stand. What would you do?”

Drake threw back the rest of his drink before answering. “Probably take a page out of your brother’s book.”

“Not helpful. As you so eloquently pointed out, there is no one else. Cordonian needs me.”

“Right. So, what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know yet. But I do know where to go to get some answers.” He wasn’t waiting for their scheduled rendezvous. He turned and headed straight for Riley’s room.

[missmadelina1x1]

Together at Last || With Amy

@amy-the-surfer-tisdale​

Lottie screeched with happiness when she saw Amy approaching, skin golden brown from basking in the sun. It never ceased to amaze Maddie how beautiful she was. “How were the waves?” She asked, leaning over to kiss the woman on the lips. “Want some pancakes? I made strawberry ones!” She said moving toward the plates she had made for the both of them. Life in Elysium had been better than ever. 

The only thing that had changed was the people on the mainland finding out about Elysium and what it inhabited. It partly scared her and partly excited her. She wouldn’t have to hide her wings anymore if she was on the mainland. And, as a matter of fact, she’d become almost an ambassador between the mainland and Elysium. After all, who better to vouch for how peaceful the island was than someone who was thrown out of their house and taken in by the island at such a young age. 

Worry clouded her features for a moment as she turned her attention back to Amy. “What time did you get up? Did you sleep at all? I was surprised to reach over and not find you in bed with me. You okay?”

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[bloodycassian]

mcu fic.

Reader x Tony Stark. Angst, fighting then forgiveness. 

“You can’t blame me. I was making sure you were safe.” Tony followed you down the stairs and into the bedroom, even though you threw the door shut behind you.

“How couldn’t I blame you? You gave away my location before I’d even had a chance to get a read on them. I’m sure they’ll be conducting all their tests outside again after The Iron Man shows up.” You spat, voice dripping with sarcasm and venom.

Plucking clothes from the bedroom floor and trying to evade him was serving as a distraction for now, but you knew the moment you stopped that you wouldn’t be able to hold back your anger. Rage clouded your vision, and your wings twitched, readying for battle or flight. Tony had made miraculous mistakes in the past, but none that had ever interrupted a mission before. 

“That’s not the point - the tracker in your suit was shut-”

“You put a tracker in my suit?!” You rounded on him, nearly knocking over the vase of wilting flowers. You ripped them from their holder, readying to throw them at him. Tony had gotten them for you a few weeks ago, hand delivering them to your practice range. Perhaps they were to ease his conscience after apparently rigging you with a GPS monitor. 

He flinched away, holding his arms up and cringing. After a moment of a white knuckled hold on them, you lowered it, but didn’t let go. His lips pressed together in a thin line, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “Can you blame me?” He asked after a long silence. 

“Absolutely.” You snarled. You wanted to punch him, to throw him out the nearest window and watch his fancy suit catch him. He’d be fine, aside from a few bruises. You wished he were in that damned thing now, so maybe you could fight him. 

He’d risked not only US intelligence missions in the future, but also your life by showing up like he did. He was well aware that you couldn’t fly as fast as him, and showing up with homing missiles locked onto his suit as singed more than a few of your feathers. 

Blowing your cover because he was worried wasn’t a valid excuse. Your knuckles ached from your death grip on the bouquet. 

His eyes darted to your back, where your wings flared out behind you. His jaw clenched, seeing the blackened curled feathers. “I’m sorry.” He muttered, his voice low. He looked down, then to the unmade bed you’d left in a rush that morning. 

“What was that, Mr.Stark?” You prodded. He was terrible at apologies, but at least he saw he was at fault in this argument. “For what, again?”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t… I mean I should trust you more. Trust that you can handle yourself.” He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. He paced the length of the bed, his fingers fiddling with one of his rings. “I do know that you can. I just.. It’s hard, alright?” 

“That’s not an excuse, though.”

“I know its not a fucking excuse!” He said through his teeth.

Your brows raised, his tone stoking the fire that waited to burst from you. “Watch your fucking tone-” You brought the flowers up slightly, the stems cracking in your palm. You were ready for this, ready for his overwhelmed blow up. He was always like this if he was in the wrong. Overwhelmed and unable to handle it. Sure, the guy could fight aliens and plan strategic invasions with ease, but present him with an emotional conversation and he’d lose his shit. 

“Fuck, I know. I know! I’m sorry, alright? Can we just not-” He rolled his shoulders and looked to the tall ceiling, blowing out a breath. “I cant spend my time worrying about you dying. I’d rather be with you making sure you’re not dead than waiting for the news from some foreign ambassador. Next time I’ll just make sure I’m above you, and that your tracker is working-”

“You’re not putting a fucking tracker in my suit again Tony!” You threw up your arms, exasperated that he’d done it in the first place. You were well aware of his anxiety when you left, but never about why. He’d always told you to be safe, and you took that as his version of telling you he cared. But was he so truly convinced you’d die at any second? “The rest of them may be so willing to let you, because they really might die. They know that, and that’s what they signed up for. My job is not yours, or theirs Tony. Do you think I like being stuck at home while you’re out fighting off aliens and gods?” 

He was silent for a long while after that, staring out at the skyscrapers and overcast skies of New York. You waited, a million arguments at the tip of your tongue if he tried arguing again. Eventually his eyes found yours, glassy and reddened. “I am sorry.” He said, tone softer. “I thought the tracker would help but the second you went through a cloud I guess… I guess it malfunctioned. I couldn’t stand it. I watched for it to re appear, waited until I thought this thing was going to bust.”

He tapped the arc reactor at the center of his chest. “I wasn’t going to put my money on a technical difficulty. I needed to know.” His hands clenched at his sides, shaking slightly. 

Your body was still rigid, ready to fight. Ready to send him sailing out the window, still. But your heart softened seeing him so upset. He never cried. This was the man who’d nearly died several times over and hardly batted an eye. “So the solution is what, Tony?” You demanded, still angry that this fight had to happen at all. He knew better. He knew you better, didn’t he?

“Don’t put a tracker in your suit.” He nodded, eyes darting to your wings again. “And don’t bring home flowers the day after you put a tracker in your suit.”

“I knew it!” You gasped. He rushed to you though, before it could turn into any more of a fight. He hugged you, melting away the rest of your resentment towards him. The flowers dropped from your hand, the stale water from them coating your palm. Your body, still ready to fight, hugged him a bit more aggressively than necessary. 

“Want to take it to the ring?” He asked, voice strained from your squeeze. 

“I was considering throwing you out the window.” You muttered into his shoulder. He gripped the backs of your thighs and hauled you around him, pressing kisses to your chest and collarbone the entire way. His steps were sure and quick, and when he finally deposited you on the rubbery gym floor, you wiped the dregs of flower water that’d coated your hand on his chest. 

He nodded, accepting the mess of green on his tank top. “Thanks for not going with the window plan.”

You shoved him away, then rolled into the ring. The boxing gloves at your corner had been more worn than any of the others in the gym, including his. You pulled them on with familiarity while he adjusted his.

You batted at his head while he slipped on his second. “Just hold on-” He said, attempting to push you back with a leg. 

“Enemies won’t wait.” You teased. He’d used those same words on you so many times when you’d first arrived at the facility that it was now an ongoing joke.

You gave him his space, loosening up your body while you waited. You practically vibrated from the tension needing to get out. Fighting with him when he was being so stupid was a surefire way to get you tense enough to take a days long flight to nowhere near him. 

His first punch was only a warning, drawing your attention back to the ring. A soft jab in the side while you looked out the windows, searching the sky for any threats. Since the attack by the Chitauri and the space portals they’d opened in broad daylight, watching the horizon had become a way for you to be sure that you were safe. 

Your answering punch went straight to his bicep, then to his forearm and side. He blocked so well you hardly heard him sigh against the blows. “You’re a bitch.” You said quietly, taking another jab at his elbows, hoping he’d open his guard enough for you to get a good punch in. 

His strike was so quick you didn’t have time to raise your gloves. He caught you on the shoulder, forcing you backwards a step while he advanced. He put you on the ropes with ease, after that. On the defensive, you attempted to sweep his legs from beneath him but only managed to bruise your ankle. His footing was as sure and stable as it was if he were wearing the damn suit. His glove came in quickly to your face, but he slowed it and only tapped your jaw. “That’s a knockout, sweetheart.” He panted, a wild grin on his face. 

You didn’t care. It didn’t matter. Your body was no longer taut as a rubber band, and he wasn’t being paranoid anymore. With a smile, you leaned close to him and feigned a kiss, then brought your ankle upon the backs of his knees while he dropped his guard completely. 

“Oh who’s the bitch now?” He grunted, then grabbed for your legs. He brought you down to the floor with him, attempting to hold your limbs down while you tried fighting him off. His fingers found your ribs and he exploited that, tickling you while he straddled your hips. “Say it!” He demanded, laughing and batting your hands away when you tried to stop him. Your abs hurt, your mouth hurt from laughing. You couldn’t catch your breath. 

It was refreshing. It seemed like you’d been fighting with him for weeks over the smallest things, but now, with him being so normal with you, you could almost believe that you both didn’t risk your lives for the good of humanity every day. That he wasn’t supposed to leave for an undisclosed amount of time next week without you. 

You reveled in it. You let him keep you pinned until the tickling turned into slow kisses. 

“I will buy a new suit if you give me one reason to think you put another tracker in mine.” You warned. 

He buried his face in your breasts and groaned.

[sarcasticdolphin]

Smrtolf fae au "Siesta"

This is the start of a new au, the Smrtolf fae au. Which is basically Smrtolf except Smrt is the fae king instead of death.

For the lovely @adridoesstuff

This one is mostly soft with a bit of angst. Cut is mostly for length.

Rudolf wakes from the half-dreaming state slowly to the gentle touch of familiar fingers on his cheek, softly nuzzling them but keeping his eyes shut.

“Rudolf.” The king is smiling. Rudolf can hear that much in his voice as the gentle fingers move to tuck a few strands of hair behind his ears. “You’re going to sleep through dinner at this rate.”

Smrt’s hands come, ever so gentle as they give a soft shake of Rudolf’s shoulder.

Rudolf gives a disgruntled sound as he blinks. It must be later than he’d thought as the light is gentle and soft as compared to the harsh afternoon sun.

“Majesty.” His voice is soft with sleep.

“Rudolf.” The smile on the king’s face is perhaps a bit more indulgent than it should be for a king who had just found one of his attendants - for usually Rudolf felt more like one of Smrt’s proper attendants now, not just a ward or a hostage - sleeping in his bed uninvited. But then again, it wasn’t like Rudolf was an ordinary attendant.

Smrt is tugging him to his feet soon enough and tucking another strand of Rudolf’s hair behind his mostly-pointed ears. They were still so delicate and rather more sensitive than Rudolf had expected, and he can’t help the soft sound that escapes him as Smrt’s eyes seem to twinkle.

None of Smrt’s courtiers are waiting for them when they arrive at the table, and only two places are set but the many dishes could probably feed a dozen men with ease and the servants would no doubt dine well tonight.

“Why my bed?” The king’s smile is still so indulgent as he cuts open a dark red fruit, and Rudolf finds himself flushing and looking anywhere but the king.

“They were still attending to my own.” It’s true - Rudolf had returned to the room in Smrt’s chambers that he called his own after a long and strenuous dancing lesson as the servants were changing the linen, but in it of itself it is a decidedly poor excuse. The servants could change the linen inside of five minutes. But Rudolf had gone to Smrt’s bed anyway.

And Smrt knows it, though he doesn’t push Rudolf on his answer, only raising an eyebrow as he speared the first piece of the fruit and brought it to his lips.

This is the very particular way the king has with everyone, not just Rudolf. Ambassadors or servants, it made little difference. And Rudolf feels himself flush and that altogether irresistible urge to continue.

“And-” But the words won’t come to him. He knows what it is - Smrt’s bed is large and soft and safe. But the words feel all wrong in his mind. “Majesty, I-” It’s probably the height of impropriety, but in the moment it had felt so correct. His tired mind had been so happy and warm, so content as he imagined Smrt’s arms and wings around him, guarding and hiding him from the world.

His nervous face and pleading eyes must convey enough, because Smrt’s expression is content and tender rather than questioning.

The king gives a little nod. “Eat.”

Rudolf dips his head, plucking a small fruit and opening it to reveal pale flesh that he knows will be every so sweet. 

“I’ve decided that the new meal arrangement shall continue for now.” Rudolf nods along with Smrt’s words. Once he and the king had broken their fast together on the daily, but as he grew and his ears became more and more pointed he found it quite the trial to awaken in time, and the king had noticed such a thing soon enough.

And so he’d switched their private meal to the evening, instead breaking his fast with the usual group of courtiers he had once dined with. Rudolf wondered if they grumbled at having to rise and be ready to meet with the king so early, but at least when he’d seen Aemilia she’d shown no signs of any annoyance with him. Then again, it was Aemilia and Rudolf was half convinced that she didn’t ever sleep.

“How have your lessons been?”

This question, at least, Rudolf is more used to answering. Smrt is always eager to hear about his lessons, even now that Rudolf doesn’t have so many of them with tutors anymore and accompanies Smrt himself more often, though as a silent shadow on most days.

And so he paints a picture for Smrt, telling him of the woes of his language lessons and the triumphs of his dancing lessons as Smrt nods along, slowly savoring the fruit as he did, and asking the occasional question.

Rudolf finds himself smiling as he recounts the last bits of his day and wonders about Smrt’s. He hadn’t accompanied the king to court today and usually if Smrt wishes him to know any particular goings-on he’ll inform him as he had with the new dining schedule. 

“How was court?” Still, he decides to ask.

“Well enough. Your father is sending one of his ministers for another round of negotiations in a few weeks’ time. Herr Taaffe.”

Rudolf’s hands go still. He doesn’t have to ask what the negotiations will be about - there is only one thing that his father ever wants from the king, that being Rudolf himself. He gives Smrt a look that must be pleading. The memories from his childhood are mostly faded things now even if the day a storm had blown his ship into one of Smrt’s ports would probably remain clear as day forever, but he remembers Gondrecourt’s voice. Not so much the words now, though he could probably guess what the man said, but that tone that made him want to curl up in a ball and hide from the world forever.

As much as his father must truly want him back to try again and again after so many failed rounds of negotiations, what kind of father handed his only son over to a man like General Gondrecourt at such a tender age that Rudolf didn’t even remember the event itself?

[spicywarl0ck]

Happy Friday! How about, “Its okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.” for Leliana/Josephine 👀👀👀

Happy Friday, and thank you for the prompt <3 @dadrunkwriting Pairing: Leliana/Josephine Length: 847 Rating: T *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* *~* It was a quiet night in Skyhold. Or well, as it could be in a Stronghold inhabiting so many souls. 

For example, she heard the footsteps of the armed, patrolling soldiers echoing in the darkness; and heard the flickering of the lit-up fireplaces and torches as they burned to spread their light. But also, she heard the Raven’s cawing in the Rotunda, their wings flapping in their creaking cages while the wind whistled through every crack in the walls.

And there were quite many cracks, maybe too many if someone came to ask her.

Josephine Montilyet had lived in a few places before, and of course, she knew that swapping the Court of Antiva to follow the request of her very dear friend would come with a price. Yet, she hadn’t really expected to end up in a run-down castle, laying hidden atop the Frostback mountains and right between the borders of Orlais and Ferelden.

It wasn’t a place she would call charming but… she needed to acknowledge that it was safer than being buried underneath the top of a mountain, her heart still grieving for the many souls that lost their lives in Haven. Or at least… what remained of it.

She still wrote letters to the families and close ones, knowing that a few words, written on a parchment could not ease the pain. And yet… she had to try at least, not minding that the task kept her up for longer.

Her feet passed the Rotunda on her way to her quarters, pausing mids step when she heard the faintest whisper, followed by the flap of wings as one of Leliana’s Ravens hurried away into the night.

It seemed as if she wasn’t the only person still awake.

Slowly she walked into the Rotunda, the scent of old books in the air when she passed it, climbing up the stairs until she reached the Rookerie. It seemed as if both Solas and Dorian had gone to bed already, leaving the red-haired agent alone with her birds in the tower.

A smile crept up her face when she could gaze at the face of her friend, her hair falling into her pale face, and the hood she usually wore taken down. It made her appear a bit younger than she was, though the shadows underneath her eyes indicated that she hadn’t caught much sleep lately either.

Possibly ever since the Divine’s Death.

“Josie!” Leliana turned in surprise, her ears were obviously as sharp as ever beside the tiredness she must have felt. “I thought I could something rustling up the stairs, but I wouldn’t have thought it would be you roaming around.”

“I am sorry for disturbing you so late…” The antivian ambassador started, only to be hushed by a soft gesture.

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway. So I thought… I could stay up here just as well, send out another Raven.” She hummed in thought, the two of them standing in quietness for a few heartbeats.

“So, how have you settled in?” Leliana was the one breaking it, her tired eyes resting on her. They didn’t have much of a chance to talk yet, since they moved to Skyhold, their duties having kept them busy on both ends. Of course, they had met in the war room, but their encounters had only been brief and focused.

“It certainly was a lot at first. Skyhold wasn’t in a very good shape when we arrived.” Josephine sighed. “There are still so many reparations needed, and so many potential allies I need to contact. Then there is the matter with the Empress of course…”

“Josie… What you need is a relaxed night. You can’t work all the time” Leliana reprimanded her, making Josephine chuckle when she cocked her head. 

“But so do you.” she pointed out. “How many nights have you spent up here?”

“A few…” Leliana’s words came out in short, followed by a sigh on her own. “Maybe… we could both take a break, after all. Haven…. has been a lot,” she added, the pang of guilt obvious on her face and in her voice. 

Josephine knew that Leliana took the events of Haven deeply. They all did of course and yet… she knew that Leliana and the Commander might have the worst share of it.

That was why Josephine reached out to her gently, her hand softly touching the forearm of the agent, and council member.

“How about we take a bath then? I was told that there are ancient elven baths in the basement. They are supposed to run still, an old enchantment according to the mages.” Josephine hadn’t been able to take a decent bath in ages, and she could only guess when Leliana had taken one.

“Why not? I still have a bottle of antivian Wine stored somewhere too. I kept it around for you.” Leliana’s lips curled into a smile, a blush creeping up on Josephine’s cheeks as she stared at her for just another moment until she pried herself away with a soft cough.

“Well, shall we then?”

[tomtenadia]

For the love of a kingdom - 35

Hellooooo... your truly is back from her holiday and it’s time to start posting again. Ready for fluff?

There is still the epilogue to come, but as far as the story goers, this is it...

Rowan Whitethorn, king consort, husband and mate to the queen hated court life. He loved to stay in the background and be a blacksmith or train the guards with his friends and the Bane. Attending council sessions was not his favourite past time.

But on his wedding day and his official coronation he had promised Aelin to be king when needed.

Now it was that time. Yrene had placed Aelin on bed rest. She was almost due and as promised the healer had come back to Terrasen to deliver the heir. Rowan was terrified. Aelin’s entire pregnancy had been difficult but Yrene assured him that it was normal with fae. He trusted the woman and as soon as she said bed rest he had trotted to Aelin with a smug face. He had been begging his wife for a while but Aelin was stubborn. Until Yrene made that call and Aelin could not protest anymore.

So while she was in bed, his job was to attend council meetings. Luckily for him he had Aedion and Fenrys and a few other people that he liked. The council had been remade from scratch. Aedion was still her general, Fenrys was the ambassador in charge of relations and trade deals with other lands. The rest of the members had been vetted thoroughly and Rowan was happy to admit that they had a decent council.

“Good morning council,” he said while sitting down at the main chair “Her majesty has asked me to pass on her apologies. She has been placed on bed rest until the end of the pregnancy so unfortunately you will have to deal with me for a few hours.”

The council nodded and he took out a thick file “First on the agenda,” his stare turned to Fenrys “ambassador Moonbeam, how is the deal with the witchlands progressing…”

*

Attending the council was already painful enough but what Rowan hated the most was the stupid clothes he had to wear. Fenrys had given him a long speech on why the king consort could not hold council in training leathers and packing enough metal to defeat an army by himself. Aelin had found that sexy. Fenrys had told him that it was breaking so many rules of court life. The man had thrived with castle life. He was in his element and had offered to help Rowan navigate all its intricate rules.

He unbuttoned the top of his tunic and felt like breathing again, then quickly he walked to the kitchens. Aelin had been miserable and he knew that cake would help her mood a lot and the cook had always some ready for the queen.

AS he entered he noticed that the place was once again in full swing, getting ready for lunch.

Emrys spotted him right away “Rowan, here for more cake?”

“You are my saviour.”

“We need to keep our girl happy.” He passed him a box which contained Aelin’s favourite chocolate hazelnut cake.

Rowan thanked the cook and ran outside and all the way back to the royal wing. He strode in and saw Aelin propped up in bed reading a book. As soon as she saw him she perked up but her smile grew excited at the sight of the box in his hands. Rowan smirked and placed it on the table and went to the closet to change in more comfortable clothes.

“How was the council?”  He could hear her twitching nervously.

Loving to tease her, he undressed very slowly and placed all the clothes neatly on their racks, knowing full well that Aelin was growing impatient.

“It was all fine. Everyone is doing what they are meant to do.”

“Good.”

Rowan walked to her and kissed her “and how is my wonderful wife?” Slowly he pulled down the blanket and pushed up her gown and exposed her belly and kissed the bump and a kick reached him.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

He kept caressing her belly enjoying the movements of their child “no, I don’t think so.”

“The cake, Whitethorn.”

He laughed hard “I am hurt. It sounds like you love chocolate cake more than me.”

Her face moved closer to his “I would gladly trade you for chocolate.”

His mouth went on the bump “your mum is evil, little one.” Another kick and Rowan laughed “our child agrees with me.”

Aelin pouted and folded her arms around her chest so Rowan decided it was finally time to stop angering his wife.

He walked to the table and came back with a plate and a slice of cake “One slice, Emrys has asked me to make it last.”

The cook had started looking at her cake intake after the incident when at night Aelin had sneaked into the kitchen and ate the whole chocolate cake that was on the table. It was meant to be for the child of one of the maids. Emrys had to bake it again the following morning.

“Fine,” she grumbled.

As soon as the plate was in her hands she started eating and making obscene sounds “get a room you two.”

“Whitethorn, I would happily cheat on you with this cake.”

He flicked her nose playfully “then I might go and find myself a much younger queen who actually loves me more than sweet treats.”

Aelin placed the plate on her belly and glared at him. If he was jealous she was just as much. And now that she was pregnant she had become even more territorial.

He laughed at her expression.

“Be careful, the dungeons still remembers the shape of your arse.”

He lay at her side and grabbed the book she abandoned. Very likely another one of those smut novels she and Lys loved to read.

“So this stuff turns you on? Just by reading it?”

She turned her face to him and he roared with laughter at her chocolate smeared face “I just imagine you doing that stuff with me.”

“Do you?”

Aelin dipped her finger in the chocolate ganache and then licked it clean in a very sensual and teasing way.

Rowan groaned.

“I’ll set the cake aside if you join me.”

Her mate sat up and kissed her nose “finish the cake, fireheart.”

“You don’t love me anymore.”

“I do, but Yrene said no sex, so for now the books will have to do.”

“Traitors.”

*

When Rowan was pulled awake in the middle of the night by his distressed wife, it took him a second to realise that it was not a nightmare and they were safe in their bedroom.

“Ro…” her voice laced with deep panic.

“What’s wrong?

He switched on the oil lamp and looked at Aelin. She was holding her belly.

“Something is not right.”

Panic surged in him. Rowan jumped off the bed, wore a shirt and his gown and ran out of the room and straight to the healer. She had told him over and over that it was okay to call her in the middle of the night if there were problems. That was definitely an emergency.

“Yrene, I need you. Something is wrong with Aelin.”

The woman seemed to wake up all of a sudden “go back to her, let me grab my stuff I am right behind you.”

He ran away quickly and back to Aelin who was now laying on her side and groaning in pain.

“Yrene is coming.”

The healer arrived very quickly, pushed Rowan aside and started examining the queen.

“Aelin… your water broke and your baby is coming.”

“Three weeks…”

“Yes, you are a bit early but babies have their own schedule and it seems like yours is eager to meet their parents.”

“It hurts.”

“Rowan sit at her side, hold her and use the bond or whatever to comfort her.”

He moved quickly and joined his mate at her side.

“This is your fault, Whitethorn.” She screamed as a contraction spread through her.

“Aelin this might take a while.”

The queen groaned in anger “get that thing out of meeee…”

Rowan pulled her to his chest and started singing in the old language and Aelin relaxed until the next contraction came.

*

It was early morning when Princess Aisling Whitethorn-Galathynius came to the world screaming at the top of her lungs. Aisling was a beautiful baby girl with the hair the same shade of silver as her father and the eyes the same bright green. She was tiny but had kept her mother in labour all night long.

Rowan never left her side, providing her any sort of comfort she needed. He stood at the bottom of the bed and watched his daughter come to life after Yrene suggested it. He would never be ashamed to admit that in that instant he had cried. His daughter was there. The healer passed him the screaming bundle who looked tiny in his strong arms.

Slowly he walked to Aelin “ready to meet your mum?”

He placed the little girl in her mother’s arms and sat at his wife’s side. 

“She is gorgeous, buzzard.”

Rowan pulled his arm behind her back and enclosed them both in a protective embrace “she really is, and she is ours.”

Aelin started sobbing “it was worth it.”

The warrior kissed his wife’s head “all of it. She is worth it.”

Aelin fell asleep quickly but their daughter was still awake so he grabbed her and decided to go

and introduce her to their friends who had all gathered in the big living room for news.

“We are going to meet a lot of friends, mo leanbh.”

Before opening the doors he kissed the girl’s head and then finally made his entrance.

“I bring a guest.”

Heads turned at his voice and he glared at them all when they were about to scream. Yes, his daughter was awake but he did not want her terrified.

“Please meet princess Aisling Whitethorn-Galathynius.”

“Rowan, she is gorgeous.” Squealed Lysandra.

“Hey, she is a mini you.” Added Fenrys grinning.

“Are you sure she is your daughter? Way too cute.” The last comment had come from Lorcan who was watching the mayhem from behind Elide.

Aedion was the first one who got to hold her, him being the official uncle he had that privilege.

“How’s Aelin?”

“She is exhausted and sleeping,” he explained while he kept an eye on his daughter who was being passed around the room.

“I can see all the future princes of Erilea queuing up to be with her.

Rowan growled lightly. Males had better stay away from his daughter unless they wanted a painful death.

“Is it okay for me to announce your people that the princess is born and well?”

Rowan looked at Fenrys and sighed. He wished to keep the news private for a while longer but was also aware that his citizens were looking forward the new heir.

“Yes, but no public appearances until Aelin is fit to do so and wants to do it.”

The blonde man smiled “Of course, my king. I will also write a lot of letters to our allies and announce the good news.”

Rowan smiled. His friend had taken seriously his job as ambassador and liaison and it was wonderful to see him that motivated.

When Aisling started fussing he bid his farewell to the group and walked back to the room and while he was walking he started telling his daughter about his adventures with her mother “she is fierce and amazing. She cares a lot and it took me a while to realise it,” he bounced her gently at the girl cooed happily “But I love her and now we have you too and you are our ray of light after a really dark time for both.”

Rowan kept walking along the corridors until he reached the royal wing.

Once back in the room Aelin was wide awake and sitting down. She still looked exhausted.

“Oh you are the one who stole my baby.”

He passed her her daughter “we went to meet the family.”

Aelin pulled the little girl to her chest “did you meet that crazy bunch of aunts and uncles?”

Aisling started fussing.

“I think she is hungry.”

Rowan climbed back in bed and sat at his mate’s side as watched her nursing their baby.

“She will probably be a bottomless pit like you.”

“Did you hear him, Aisling? You have a mean dad.”

Rowan flicked her nose “I am just aware that is something that might happen. She is half you, after all.”

“You eat. And don’t listen to him,” a kiss on the girl’s head “when you are older I will introduce you to the wonders of chocolate cake.”

Rowan laughed and held them both in his arms. 

The better world he had desperately sought was there in his embrace.

His wife and a daughter.

And the joy of a place to call home.

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Weekly Press Briefing #28 - January 1st - January 7th

Happy New Year and welcome back to the Weekly Press Briefing, where we bring you highlights from The West Wing fandom each week, including new fics, ongoing challenges, and more! This briefing covers all things posted from January 1 - January 7, 2023! Did we miss something? Let us know; you can find our contact info at the bottom of this briefing!

Challenges/Prompts:

The following is a roundup of open challenges/prompts. Do you have a challenge or event you’d like us to promote? Be sure to get in touch with us! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.

@thefinestmuffin and @JessBakesCakes are hosting a casual Josh/Donna Rom Com Fest that will reveal on February 14. Prompts and claims are open; details here. 

Photos/Videos:

Here’s what was posted from January 1 - January 7th.

Amy Landecker posted a video of Brad in the rain with New Year wishes. 

Bradley Whitford posted a photo of his dog along with New Year wishes.

Bradley Whitford posted a photo of his cat.

Bradley Whitford posted a photo of himself cuddling his dogs on a bed. 

Marlee Matlin posted a video recap of her year for 2022.

Rob Lowe posted a trailer for new episodes of 911 Lonestar.

Donna Moss Daily: January 1 | January 2 | January 3 | January 4 | January 5 | January 6 | January 7

Daily Josh Lyman: January 1 | January 2 | January 3 | January 4 | January 5 | January 6 | January 7

No Context BWhit: January 1 | January 2 | January 3 | January 4 | January 5 | January 6 | January 7

@down_brad_: January 4 | January 5 | January 6

@janelmilfoney: January 5

Edits/Artwork:

#JOSHDONNA: FOOL by sinistercherubs [VIDEO EDIT]

#JOSHDONNA: hits different ‘cause it’s you by treaherous [VIDEO EDIT]

#THEWESTWING: i miss those days by jcshualyman [VIDEO EDIT]

#ABBEYANDJED: i would never fall unless it’s you by livsbenson [VIDEO EDIT]

Creator Spotlight:

Each week, we will talk to a fandom creator and interview them about their work and their process. We’ll also give you the opportunity to ask them questions, too! Want to be a featured creator? Find us via one of the methods listed at the end of the briefing!

This week’s creator is @thingswithpaper on twitter and on stillattherestaurant on ao3. You can find the spotlight on tumblr or on twitter.

 This Week in Canon:

Welcome to This Week in Canon, where we revisit moments in The West Wing that occurred on these dates during the show’s run.

Season 1, Episode 11: Lord John Marbury aired on January 5, 2000.

Season 5, Episode 10: The Stormy Present aired on January 7, 2004.

Season 6, Episode 10: Faith Based Initiative aired on January 5, 2005.

Editor’s Choice:

This week in 2000, the world met Lord John Marbury, Marquess of Needham and Dolby, Earl of Croy, Baronet of Brycey, Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary to the United States from the Court of St. James's for the first time. Here are some Lord John-centered fics, including some silly and funny ones! 

War Criminals by FabulaRasa | Rated E | John Marbury/Leo McGarry | Complete | Turns out, Marbury always did know his name.

Birthday by emma_ockham | Rated G | John Marbury | Complete | Lord John Marbury birthday drabble

Ms Summers Goes To Washington by beer_good (Buffy crossover) | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Rupert Giles/Lord John Marbury | Complete | It's Big Block Of Cheese Day at the White House, and Josh Lyman finds himself in a meeting with three odd persons who want government funding to slay... vampires?

Three Ambassadors Walk Into a Bar ... by KMDWriterGrl for apollinav | Rated G | C. J. Cregg, Toby Ziegler, John Marbury | Complete | The White House is on the verge of an international incident ... and CJ finds Toby dealing with it by eating peanut butter. An answer to the prompt: "International incident. Finland. Peanut butter."

Celestial Bodies Free for Exploration by Perpetual Motion (perpetfic) | Rated G | Josh Lyman/John Marbury | Complete | Josh is Deputy Chief of Staff to the President of the Western Hemisphere of United Earth, and John's their ambassador to Jupiter. And he might be a bit space-drunk. And horny. (AKA a very pretty title for a pretty ridiculous story)

Fics:

Presenting your weekly roundup of fics posted in the tag for The West Wing on Archive of Our Own. If you are so inclined, please be sure to leave the authors some love in the form of kudos or comments. Be mindful of posted warnings/tags for each story.

Josh/Donna

This Place We’re In by GoneScribbling | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

The Theory of Entropy by Jane_3yr3 | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

I Love You and That’s All I Really Know by BimadaBomily | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

Things We Don’t Say In The Light by KindaTea | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

The Shovel Dialogues by Kajos | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

wearing blue by thistleandthorn | Not Rated | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

How Will He Find Me by Shinyrosa | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

Breathe, Just Breathe by WitchyPrentiss | Not Rated | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

your braids like a pattern (love you to the moon and to saturn) by pumpkinpatch95 | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

An Oval One by Caedmon | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

The Obligatory Sickfic by pipisafoat | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

Would You Turn Me Away Again by ViaLethe | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

nothing that i wouldn’t do (to make you feel my love) by joshatella (shuuuliet) | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

A Day of Infamy by mlea7675 | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

 Danny/CJ 

haunted by the notion somewhere there's a love in flames by Luppiters | Rated G | Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg | Complete

Surfacing by krazykitkat | Rated T | Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg | Complete

The Fall by onekisstotakewithme for daylight_angel, miabicicletta | Rated T | Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg | Complete

 Other Pairings/Gen Fic

sadness or euphoria by jazzjo | Rated G | C. J. Cregg/Kate Harper | Complete

Where The Hell…? by dumbchemist | Rated T | No pairings listed | In Progress 

walk it for you anytime (thin, thin line) by jazzjo | Rated G | C.J. Cregg/Andrea Wyatt | In Progress

bartlet for president! by buddyhollybenhur | Rated T | Josh Lyman & Sam Seaborn, Josh Lyman & Leo McGarry, Sam Seaborn & Toby Ziegler, C.J. Cregg & Josh Lyman

After the Women by TWWingingit | Rated G | C.J. Cregg, Toby Ziegler, Carol Fitzpatrick, Danny Concannon (no pairings listed) | Complete

Figures of Speech by Darsynia | Rated T | Toby Ziegler/Original Female Character | In progress 

So Many Dreams on the Shelf by ViaLethe | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn | Complete

 Multiple Pairings

Referendum by Theobule (Saathi1013) for midnightlover | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Helen Santos/Matt Santos, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Donna Moss/Helen Santos, Helen Santos/Matt Santos | Complete

And now more than ever, it can only get better by miabicicletta | Rated T | Danny Concannon/C.J. Cregg, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

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