#black guard au

[angstyhikka]

Full family set is readyXDD

In the story Hunter will be canon age but I couldn't resist imagining this tiny bean clings to the of his big and scary daaaad)))

[lasymit]

Toh Axe AU Masterpost

Short summury: Caleb is alive, he has become an emperor, and Philip is his right hand, the Black Guard. They have a terrible relationship, somewhere between slavery and domestic violence. But Philip has a son, Hunter, and almost adopted daughter - Luz, and they are going to save him.

Fanfic "Where the war axe is buried":

Original text

English translation

Early access to unpublished chapters and some sneak peeks on my Boosty

Arts:

Lore posts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Refsheets: Caleb and Philip, Hunter, old disigns

Comics: 1 (1,5), 2, 3

Arts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22

Memes: 1, 2, 3, 4

AUs (yes, AUs on AU, I know, we are productive): 1, 2

Playlist

[phantasm-echo]

COMMANDER FOX‼️‼️‼️

Plus some sketchbook doodles of him and inquisitor!fives from my AU :)))

[glitter-stained]

Lantern AU part 2

(This is part of an AU in which some of the lantern corps work differently for a bunch of reasons, here's a post explaining it:

https://www.tumblr.com/glitter-stained/758411385986220032/okay-so-to-be-honest-as-neuropsychology-major?source=share)

Kon: Holy shit, Rob, what's with the makeover?

Tim: Um yeah, so I guess I'm a Green Lantern now.

Kon: Well damn, I die and you become a whole new superhero? When did that happen?

Tim: Uh, somewhere between attempts 76 and 88 I think...

Kon: What?

Tim: What?

****

Cass: ...

Floating indigo ring:...

Cass: *squints*

Floating indigo ring: *flickers*

Cass: *tilts her head*

Floating indigo ring: *flips around itself*

Cass: *blinks*

The double dozen of goons she was busting: ...we could... Leave you guys to it?

Cass and the floating indigo ring: Shhh.

*****

Steph: Hey dad, it's visiting hour.

Arthur Brown: Stephanie? What are you doing in jai-

Steph: *punches him in the throat*

Steph: *kicks him in the shin*

Steph: *punches him in the face with a bright green giant fist construct*

Steph, looking down at the green power ring on her finger: Now where did that come from

****

Bonus:

Hal, coming back to earth after hearing there's a bunch of new lanterns in the rough that spawned around the same time: So what's been up with Gotham?

Bruce: My blood pressure

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Seeming

Author's Note: More of Claude in Living Waters AU.

Summary: Claude talks to his fellow Primaris Marines about him knowing his gene-line heritage. It goes better than he'd worried it would.

Warnings: Painful conversations. Let me know if I need to update this.

Past =-= Next

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

Tagged continued: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k, @ms--lobotomy @bispecsual @thevoidscreams

Tagged continued: @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

"Thank you for meeting with me," Claude starts, and pauses.

The conversation that he had with mama Lenora helping to bolster his confidence. Also, that Cedric is already in the know about the secret that he's been keeping from the rest of the squad also helps.

He had warned Cedric that he was going to try to tell the rest of the squad today that he knows his chimeric gene-seed and what it is fully.

As well as show them what it is. Cedric had given him a soft look, full of tenderness and had merely asked if he was sure if that was what he wanted to do.

He'd taken a deep, sharp breath, but nodded. He wanted to tell them, better to let them know the truth from his lips, rather than find out through some way that could end up having it be a nasty shock that could make a potential fraught situation worse.

"You wanted to talk to us about something?" Ramiel says, noticing the nervous way Claude was shifting.

"Ah- yes," Claude says, "So- we've had conversations about how we wonder about what our gene-lines are, yeah?"

"Yes," Ramiel and the others say, nodding or humming in agreement.

"And how Jophi knows his other part of his gene-line because Erriox told him, yeah?" Claude continues.

"Yeah?" Jophiel says, "where are you going with this Claude?"

"Well I," Claude says squirming a little, "I do have Raven guard gene-seed, but that's not all I have. I... know what the other two parts of my gene-line are."

"Oh? Did an older brother-cousin tell you?" Catius asks, tilting his head a little, curious.

"No- I figured it out myself, after... soon after I arrived on Ancient Terra," Claude replies, licking his lips a little, as his eyes dart around as he looks from brother to brother. "So- it's easier to show you, and please believe me, I am still me."

"Show us?" Ramiel repeats tilting his head a little.

Claude nods and closes his eyes for a moment and then, relaxes, undoing the illusion-shape shift thing. And his tail splits into tentacles, the black and grey of the raven guard getting silver and teal spots, with strips of navy blue. His hands gaining jagged claws and his eyes open, teal on black sclera.

"I have Raven Guard, Night Lord, and Alpha Legion gene-seed," Claude says, his voice is different, slightly lower, and oddly lyrical.

"Huh," Jophiel says tilting his head a little.

A look of comprehension flashing across Ramiel's face, "You avoid and evade the squad of Alpha legionaries courting Miss Lana- because they'd be able to figure out the Alpha legion in you."

"Yes and I... worry about what they might do, if they find out that I am... could technically be considered an Alpha Legion Scout." Claude says with a grimace.

"You are still you," Catius says, after a few moments of quiet, "Thank you for trusting us with yourself."

Claude gives them a watery smile, "thanks for reacting so well to this."

Jophiel swims forward and gives him a hug, "it must have been scary, to hide this, and to decide to tell us. Thanks for trusting us Claude."

"It was, to both," Claude admits, feeling a great weight come off his chest.

The rest of the squad coming over to give him a hug. Once they let go, Ramiel turns to Cedric, a keen look in his eyes, "Cedric- you don't seem surprised. Did you know already?"

"Yes- I found out one time when Claude was badly injured and couldn't hold the shifted form up," Cedric says. "Apothecary's Oath- I couldn't say anything."

"Understandable, but I'm glad that he had someone who knew, that he could confide in." Ramiel says, trying to explain that he wasn't upset that Cedric kept the secret, merely glad that someone knew.

[secretsofruni]

prince—ss sirius x guard remus

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“ you did not dance tonight, ” a voice behind her said; brush stopping mid—stroke instantly upon its hearing. “ … or so everyone said as they left. ”

everyone— or his dearest mother. he could see the scene so vividly : the guard finishing up his rounds, on his way to his night—post at his door, where he was always stationed, footsteps once more cadenced by the screeches of the queen. what a common scene, the prince thought. what a reinvigorating, exciting scene. it was, without the shadow of a doubt, one of his favourite things. small pleasures found in the darkness corners of his life.

the hint of a smile appeared on their lips, grey eyes raising to look over one’s shoulder in the mirror. their gaze met instantly. “ no, ” they sighed, concealing blossoming amusement. “ i did not. ”

“ why not ? you love dancing. ” remus frowned.

“ i fear someone ruined it for me. ”

“ who ? ” and there was a certain and sudden edge to his voice; one he could not control in such instances, and never tried to. was his job not to protect sirius ? always the devoted, he had never stopped at protecting her from physical harm. no— so much more harm could be done without need of a single touch; a lacerated tongue cutting deeper than steel could ever aim to. he’d experienced it far too many times, witnessed it even more. n͟e͟v͟e͟r͟ ͟ ͟a͟g͟a͟i͟n͟, he’d swore.

“ tell me, ” he took a step forward at her silence, frown deepening, lips pressed so as to not press her even more than he already was. he needed to know, or else, how was he supposed to rebuild what was said to be ruined ? even if it was to be from the ground up, or if the foundations needed to be replaced and completely disposed of. “ please, my prince. ” with these last words utter — words he could not have possibly contained in the cage he’d tried to put on them mere seconds ago —, another step forward was taken.

“ you. ”

“ me— ? ” he stared at her back, not daring to meet her gaze in the mirror anymore. confounded, is what he was. and then, angry, even; angry at himself.

“ yes. you, remus. ” they placed the brush on the vanity, another sigh escaping their lips.

the princess then rose, yet still not facing him. perhaps he was grateful for that at this instant, but he also could not help interpreting this as nothing more than her reproaching him the stain he dared make on her most beloved activity by daring asking her to dance with him those precious few moons ago. but … how could he had not ? seeing her bathing in the moon—light, soft wind sweeping through her hair in a valse of their own, alone, lips curved downward and mind troubled, plagued by prior events he had not been there to prevent. thus had been the reason for his coming that night and he had not regretted it how it had ended (how could he) until now.

but then, he continued, and the torment in which remus had put himself was put to an end. “ how am i supposed to dance with anyone else now that i’ve danced with you ? you’ve ruined it, and now i will never dance again. ”

𝙊𝙃.

remus’ shoulders relaxed. the ghost of a smile passed on his lips, making it its mausoleum— that little stretch on his lips contained life in itself, placed strong, and emboldened by its very builder.

“ i’m sorry for the trouble i’ve caused you. did you want to dance, princess ? ”

“ you’re not sorry, ” he said, plain and true. and remus was not, indeed. the prince’s head moved slightly to look directly over his shoulder for only a second, before looking at the golden moldings of the mirror’s frame. “ and yes, i did want to dance. i always want to— ”

his words were cut short when he felt heat from behind him : remus had closed the distance, taking those final two steps which had been cruelly separating them.

“ do you … ” his breath caressed their neck, and sirius could feel the tips of his fingers skimming across their waist. “ want to dance ? ”

she nodded. and a finger make contact before retracting; as if burned once it realised its own eagerness which had not only be voiced, but also acted upon.

“ with me ? ” his smile could be heard, and sirius couldn’t help but reciprocate it.

“ i think i’ve made myself pretty clear on the matter, moony. ”

𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙮. that treasure of a little name he had been gifted by the prince that night. the night they danced under the full moon— and oh, what a power the moon had always held on remus, a power she had shared with the guard, bounding him to her. as he had always felt himself bound with invisible strings to sirius— however that may be, he was could for it. “ so i can call you and always remember this dance, ” he had said.

remus’ hand pressed on his waist, bringing them closer— until not even an inch was separating them anymore. sirius’ breath hitched, there was the touch she had longed for ever since losing it.

dance, they will.

for ever, and always.

life partners. and more.

[druidonity2]

Some mermay doodles with merwrathion and lion fish Wrynns

[gentrychild]

If jack mights was in welcome to demon school izuku-kun would he be considered normal? If not how would other see him?

Here is what I think: in this AU, Jack Might would look like a normal, if very large and ominous black dog. And that's what would make the demons of this AU uncomfortable. Animals there have horns and wings but Jack Might has none of those things. It unsettles them.

[mydarlingdearestdead]

Life guard au where James almost drowns himself to receive mouth to mouth from the hot lifeguard

[murderbees]

more about Black Guard Beck because he lives in my head now

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He went through some horrors, courtesy of Dyson and Clu.

Memory Issues, Yippee! He has vague recollections and feelings about past events, but usually ignores them in favor of whatever mission he is trying to accomplish. General Paige often tries to talk to him, he ignores her as much as possible.

Once released from repurposing, he's put on Dyson's personal squad. They're all freaks Dyson has modded in some way. The rest pity Beck, Dyson is oddly fixated and Beck is going to bare the brunt of his frustrations. (At some point I'll write about them)

The vague vampirism has much less to do with teeth, and much more to do with hidden circuits Dyson personally carved in his skin. Dyson rearranged Beck's lightlines to imitate his own, and the hidden lines imitate Tron's old lines. Beck doesn't know that, but it's like an inside joke for Clu and Dyson.

He can still drink energy, it's a bit less effective because of how his circuits now work. His normal lightlines still process energy like before, but it doesn't filter into his system. It's more storage than anything else. The hidden channels take in processed energy, including from his own system. These channels then redistribute the energy in a useable form. Most of it goes to Beck's regular functioning, but it can be directed as an additional power boost. Downside is that Beck will run out of energy much faster than other programs.

He's usually put on stealth missions. His ability to draw other's energy makes him highly effective.

Unlike Tron or most other programs, Beck does not fight elegantly or with graceful forms. He tears and bites and brawls. When he fights it's messy. He doesn't tend to use weapons, relying on his talons and body. He rarely uses his disc, and if he does, he's more than deadly accurate.

He hates taking his disc off. Every time he's had to take his disc off has been for Dyson and Clu to repurpose or change something about his coding. The idea of throwing it around and losing it drives him crazy.

His coding is not very stable, meaning that, without his disc, he'll turn to a stray quicker as well. He's terrified of losing what memories he has left.

His and Rinzler's relationship is complicated. Clu and Dyson fight to keep them as separate as possible. It's not very effective, since Dyson is Clu's right hand and often works with Rinzler to complete objectives. Beck and Rinzler respect each other, and there's a vague familiarity that sets them at ease with each other.

They also work really well together. They end up becoming friends, or as friendly as you can get as two repurposed programs. Usually they just spar and fight, honing each other's strengths and learning to cover their weaknesses. They don't ever plan anything together, but there's an assured complicity in whatever plot they've gotten themselves into.

He puts his survival above all else. Dyson and Clu reinforced his need for success, but they couldn't get rid of his drive to live. Beck knows that one day they'll try to get rid of him. Before that happens, he's going to kill them first.

[tech-whale]

A Break in Routine

Pairing: Prince!Regulus x Guard!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings:  Maybe a little angst, grouch Regulus, attempted murder??? 

Author notes: Definitely going to be a part 2 just need to write it this has been chilling for like  a year and I want to post it so surprise it's here, have fun, also just a little FYI reader comes in later the beginning is a lot of Regulus but reader shows up I promise, the next part will be all about them, sorry enjoy

I do not give permission to people republishing, printing, copying, reposting or stealing my stories

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Regulus POV

Regulus' world had always been the same monotonous routine. It consisted of exquisite food, and boring repetitive lectures on economics, trade, and war tactics, with each of his teachers more boring than the last with their long-winded speeches that could put anyone to sleep in a matter of minutes.

Before all that, Regulus used to enjoy his days when he could sneak off from boring teachers and sit in the garden sketching and painting to his heart's desire. He missed when he got to go for a carefree ride on his horse and did not learn about the best way to ambush an enemy when in a mountain pass. But the thing that Regulus missed most of all was his older brother Sirius.

Three years ago Sirius had escaped into the night never to be seen again leaving Regulus the sole heir to their parents' kingdom. Regulus missed the days when he had no responsibility but h3 missed his brother more, Sirius was one of the only people that could bring colour into Regulus' bland world. The pranks the two would pull on unsuspecting castle staff, although the tricks were never too cruel the staff had enough to deal with when their parents were there. And as much as Regulus wanted to resent Sirius for leaving him all alone with their parent he just couldn't, he knew that Sirius needed to leave he just wished he could've gone with him.

Regulus believed he would be stuck in a repeating cycle of boredom for the rest of his life and he truly didn't believe that anything or anyone could change the outcome of his life. His parents would marry him off to some princess or the daughter of a lord for something political he wouldn't care to understand, and when he came of age he would be crowned king and his wife the queen. That was how Regulus thought his life would go with his whole future planned for him with no say in the matter. Regulus truly believed that until an assassination attempt on his life ended with a plot to uproot Black's house from the Kingdom's monarchy.

That day had been relatively typical for Regulus and when he said normal he meant utterly boring beyond belief, so if that morning you had told him that someone would try to kill him within the next twenty fours hours he would have laughed in your face and told you to have them do it right now. Although the more Regulus thinks back on that day and the events that had occurred which seemed completely coincidental at the time he begins to remember the sinking feeling of dread he had when he walked into his bed-chamber the collar of his shirt sticking to the back of his neck from the water droplets falling from his hair.

Regulus felt utterly comfortable in very few places within the castle, he hated the stares that curious staff would send the quiet heir of the Black family. Regulus often enjoyed leaving the suffocating walls of the palace and enjoying the well-kept gardens that surrounded it, even though his parents didn't particularly care for the botany aspect of the castle they still had people tend to it. Regulus didn't enjoy being inside the palace too much. It was too suffocating for his liking, but Regulus did feel comfortable in his room, the castle staff never came in when he was in there and the view of the gardens from his balcony always helped to inspire him for new pieces of artwork.

But that moment when he first stepped into his room something felt wrong as if somebody had come into his room and shifted all the furniture an inch from where it had been sitting, quickly scanning over the room Regulus went to the stone fireplace and picked up one of the heavier tools that had been sitting beside it. Holding the tool to his side Regulus began to do a thorough search of his room before he jolted back upright from a knock on the door.

Opening the door to a servant carrying a bundle of firewood, stepping out of the doorway the servant looked at Regulus curiously as he held the fire tool in his hand. Realizing what he was still holding he returned it to its place before excusing himself from the room and going into his balcony. The breeze lightly ruffled the fabric of Regulus' shirt from where it hung loose on his body, he pushed some of the lighter strands of hair behind his ear and out of his face as he walked over to the stone railing on the edge of the balcony.

Leaning against the railing Regulus waited till the fire had been lit properly and the servant had left his room. Making his way back into his bed-chamber the feeling of dread fell over him again. Regulus decided to shrug off the feeling as before when he searched for what was causing the feeling to find nothing. Slipping into his bed Regulus was instantly comforted by the weight of the blankets covering him, the silky water-like feel of the sheets that surrounded his body lulled him into a tired state, the crackling of the fire created a warm atmosphere, and the breeze that fluttered his curtains made the perfect sleeping conditions that very rarely came along.

Regulus could feel his eyelids starting to become heavy, much too heavy for him to be able to keep open, so instead of fighting it, Regulus succumbed to his need to sleep.

Regulus felt the cool breeze of the night tickle the back of his neck as he awoke, Regulus looked around his room as he waited for his eyes to adjust. Looking over to his balcony doors Regulus shot up from his previous position as he realized that the doors were open, he remembered that he had locked the balcony.

Pushing the covers off himself Regulus made his way to his balcony to lock the door, the feeling of a cold pointed tip pressed into the middle of Regulus' back.

"Don't move and your death could be quick." The intruder spoke, pushing the blade into Regulus' back. Panic flooded through his veins as he tried to figure out how to get out of this situation. Regulus was pulled away from the balcony and into the middle of the room, facing the fireplace in the center of the room Regulus looked upon the red embers of the dead fire and hoped that that would not be the last thing he saw. He wanted to see his brother again, feel the freedom he once had, fall in love and right then it felt as though all those things that Regulus longed for were going to be ripped away from him in some attempt on his life for something that was out of his power.

Loud footsteps were heard outside of Regulus’ door, and the pressure of the knife pressed against his back alleviated for a second as the assassin took some of their attention off of Regulus to monitor the door in those few seconds Regulus found bravery and a fire inside himself that he had never known before, lunging forward out of the grip of his attacker Regulus grabbed on of the heavy metal pokers from the face of the fireplace and swung around slamming it into the side of the assassins head, rushing away from the fireplace Regulus ripped open the door and ran out of his room.

Feet hitting the plush carpet underfoot Regulus pushed himself as much as he could as he searched the hallways for a guard there had to be one near him he had just heard footsteps, turning his head to the side Regulus crashed into something and collapsed into a heap on the floor at the impact of the hit. Looking up Regulus was met with the concerned face of a royal guard, pushing himself up Regulus started to explain what had happened quickly the guard yelled to the others behind him two of them followed him as they went in the direction of Regulus’ chamber three surrounded Regulus and ushered him down the hallway and one disappeared down the hallway to the guard station presumably to to get reinforcements to check on his room and to make sure the King and Queen were still alive. At that thought, Regulus decided it would be best to shut his mind off and follow the guards so that was what he did.

The next few days for Regulus seemed to all blur together, he went through his lessons barely listening to his tutors and mindlessly taking notes on what they said not to get lectured about paying attention, even though he had almost died days prior. Regulus was now forced into the throne room even more than he had been, as now investigators, royal guard, knights, and many others were coming to lend information on the assassin that had broken into his room, from what Regulus had heard the attacker was detained and locked away in one of the deepest parts of the dungeon, Regulus had been in that area once and he never wanted to have to see it again.

And now here he sat in the throne room once again reflecting on all that had happened to him to lead him up to this moment, it had been two weeks since the attempt on his life, and throughout those two weeks, he had been reminded that he should be grateful that it was an attempt and had not succeeded as if he had survived by some stroke of luck. Regulus was pulled out of his thoughts when the oak doors to the throne room were thrown open with a loud thud shaking the ground of the castle, earlier that evening the King and Queen had received word that new urgent information had been gained about the attack that could save the House of Black from utter inhalation at the hands of their enemies.

“Your Highnesses, we have found a source of information on the assassination attempt. It was not just a one-time thing, this was well planned out and has been in the works for years.” The man in front of the spoke, the final sentence he spoke with a much more serious tone Regulus could see his parents straighten up at it and the air around them became tenser. Nodding behind him, the guards opened the door, allowing two more guards to drag in a man. 

At first, Regulus could not recognize him, but the clothes he was wearing showed that he was of high standing within the kingdom. The top he wore looked like it was made of fine velvet, though the sleeves were caked in what looked to be dried mud, Regulus couldn't tell from where he was sitting, his pants although torn and bloodied looked to be of high quality, and the gold and jewels glinting off his fingers just confirmed Regulus’ suspicions of this man being of high standing within society, there would likely be an uproar from his arrest.

The man raised his head to meet the eyes of the royal family and Regulus reeled back in shock, from the expressions on his parents' faces he could tell that this was not what they were expecting. The man was someone Regulus recognized it was someone he knew, the man in front of them was a member of the royal court, one of the many lords that were meant to be in the throne room when decisions were being made and conflicts were being sorted out, this was a man Regulus had known since he was a young boy this man in question had found Regulus one day in the garden alone and wandering and offered him his ear. Though when that had happened Regulus had been six and this man in front of him couldn't have been any more than 15 at the time, oh how Regulus wished he could be a child again. Looking towards his parents he silently asked if he could be excused from this horrible turn of events, his parents luckily taking pity on him let him leave the grand room before they began their interrogation. 

The doors slammed shut behind Regulus but not even the thick oak of the doors could block out the shrill voice of his mother or the loud bellows of his father.

It had been a few days since that horrible afternoon and his parents had called him to discuss something with him. Entering his father's study he greeted his father with a respectful nod before he turned toward the other person in the room.

"Regulus this is (Insert Name), they will be watching over you to ensure there isn't another attempt on your life." His father spoke gesturing towards the other person in the room.

(Insert Name) was someone Regulus had seen before, they were a knight for the kingdom and had won many battles and had gained the respect of many in the kingdom. But not only was their reputation that of a knight their appearance was as well, they wore the usual chest plate of armour with the kingdom's emblem and arm guards, along with a green cape with silver accents. On their hip, they had their sword in a black sheath. They stood on guard and exuded the confidence all the other knights carried.

"I will protect his highness with my life sire." You respond to his father with a bow before turning to face Regulus and bowing to him. At that moment Regulus knew that the two of you would not get along.

The first few days of having you around were difficult for Regulus, he felt trapped, and you never left him alone. Even when he was going to sleep you would do a sweep of his room before he laid down, and you would come hourly to do another sweep of the room which had woken him up a couple of times. The overprotectiveness was annoying he couldn't deal with and his emotions were starting to boil over.

"You know you don't always have to wake me up to make sure I don't get killed, if your job is to look after me then you are doing a shit job," Regulus shouted after he was woken up for the second time that night.

"I'm sorry sir, but I need to make sure that you stay safe. It would be a deep regret if anything were to happen to you." You responded in a calm voice, this just angered him more.

"Ya because if anything were to happen to me, you would lose your oh-so-perfect reputation." Regulus lashed out at you, he hated this, he hated having a babysitter because of one incident he hated this, and all of this was bubbling up as anger and hatred towards you.

“Regulus, I understand that this arrangement is not ideal. But this is for your safety, I am only taking so many precautions so that you can stay safe. You can be angry at me all you want hell you can hate me, my job isn't to be loved by you it's to keep you safe, and I’m sorry that I have woken you up I will try to be quieter next time.” You spoke back to him just as calmly as you did before, leaving the room and leaving him in darkness with his thoughts. From that moment Regulus knew that maybe this wasn't just hard for him it was hard for you, you had to deal with his attitude and you were able to stay pretty calm, he knew that he was going to have to go easier on you or he might regret it.

From that day forward Regulus tried to be more patient, he engaged with you in more conversations and learned a great many things about you, one of those things being your love of horseback riding. So for today, Regulus decided that the two of you would enjoy the warm weather you were graced with and head out for a nice ride.

“It is unusual for you to ride your Highness, are you feeling quite alright?” You questioned once you had stopped to pause your ride.

“I happen to enjoy horseback riding very much, I just haven't had the time, or the clearance, to be able to go. But my schedule finally allowed it and I have you with me so what would stop me.” Regulus responded quickly, it came out much harsher than he intended and he internally cringed at the tone of voice he delivered his response in. but he lightened up on himself when he saw you smile at him.

“Nothing would stop you, your highness, you just look so at peace when you're out here, it's almost like your a different person.” You spoke out, moving your head down so that your hair shielded your face from his sight.

“We should continue on there are places I would like to go before I am needed back at the castle,” Regulus shouted out, breaking the calm mood that had formed between the two of you, galloping away he couldn't help the simile that stretched across his face as he heard you laugh from behind him.

“Of course your Highness I wouldn't want to make you late for your oh-so-important meeting with your mirror.” You quipped back at him, encouraging your horse to race ahead of him.

“Aren't you supposed to stay by my side and protect me,” Regulus shouted out from behind you.

“I would be able to if you could keep up.” You shouted back to him, turning around to look at the prince and send him an innocent smile as if you had never done anything out of protocol for a guard. But at that moment Regulus couldn't care less if you had breached protocol, you looked ethereal, with the way your face glowed from the sun hitting it through the trees highlighting all the beautiful colours hidden in your skin, to the creases by your eyes caused by a radiant smile, to Regulus at that moment you're a walking deity, a being born of starlight that was sent to earth to make it more beautiful.

You were so stunning tha-..... Regulus slowed his horse in an attempt not to fall off, he had just been hit in the face with a branch, or more accurately he had ridden into a branch because he was not focusing on anything but you. 

[angstyhikka]

I wanted to make a meme but hand slipped haha

Anyway. Their dynamic :,D

[fisheito]

i swear i've played a game like that

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Like stone

Author's Note: More of Ramiel in Living Waters AU. Thank you for @kit-williams for letting me borrow Angela (Arnault's Bonded) and Becky (non-canon name for Reader Insert Roland's Bonded). Also, thank you for letting me borrow Arnault. :) Thank you to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric.

Summary: Ramiel has decided to make a quiet celebration for himself and his fellow primaris brothers and cousins to celebrate being on Ancient Terra for a while. He asks for Angela and Becky's help.

Warnings: None. let me know if I need to add anything.

Past =-= Next

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A few weeks later Ramiel is helping gather supplies to trade with Angela and Backerin, Arnault and Roland's Bonded. He had seen, and been impressed by the quilt that Angela had made for Cedric. It was also waterproof and comfortable to the touch. 

He double checks that he has enough to trade for something so valuable and is only a little nervous as he approaches them, popping his head out of the water. He had also heard Cedric and Roland talk about bread, and how tasty it was when Backerin made it. 

He double checks the amount of pearls, of various Sizes and colors, as well as the Neat Rocks in various colors, as well as grabbing some Sea Glass. He also has some intact, empty of a critter in the sea shells of various sizes and colors. Each type of trade goods is in a different pouch so that they don't damage each other in transit. He calls out to the pair of human women who turn and smile brightly at him.

“Hello ma’ams,” Ramiel says as he activates his flying ability and carefully lands within easy speaking range of them. 

“Hello there Ramiel,” Backerin says with an easy smile as she looks at him.

It had been a few months Since the first few times she had met the younger Black Templar mer. He wasn't as shy as Cedric could be, and is a very good listener. 

“I have a request and something to give in trade,” Ramiel says as he rummages around in a satchel at his hip.

“Oh?” Both women ask, terribly curious.

“Yes, I saw the blanket that Miss Angela made, and it's lovely,” Ramiel says,  “I have pearls and rocks for trade, but I was wondering if you would be willing to make another one?”

He would like it if he could trade them for the goods. Knowing that artistry for the blanket, means it will take a while to create. Also, freshly baked goods, at least from what he's heard, are really good. 

“What scene would you want on the quilt?” Angela asks with a slight hum as she looks through the pouches of shells, pearls, preserved fish, and neat rocks.

“An ocean scene with a cave and an island, Astartes big,” Ramiel responded after a few moments of thought. “It’s not pressing, as I know that Quality work, like what you do takes a while- and you are likely really busy with other things-”

“I think that an ocean background with a cave and an island would look lovely,” Angela says- cutting him off a little. As she had gotten to know the Primaris Black Templar- she had learned he had a tendency to overthink things, and sometimes talk himself out of something if she, or someone else didn’t make him pause for a moment.

Roland’s beloved bonded human, Becky asks him, “What kind of bread and pastries are you wanting, Ramiel?”

“Sourdough- it’s so good,” Ramiel says, “And to try some of the sweet pastries as well.”

Becky hums a little as she goes through the pouches- only grabbing some of the pearls, they are so lustrous and pretty. Besides- he’s one of Rolands little brothers- one of the few that doesn’t treat him with hostility for… Space Marine Reasons. 

She’d heard Roland and Arnault speaking in a blend of Space mer and English about how they were- almost giddy, and worried, at meeting Ramiel- A Chaplain, whatever that meant, who’d been so open about meeting Bonded brothers.

And without the Judgement and passionate, fiery brimstone and damnation that most would inflict on them. Ramiel had just wanted to know if they were happy. His older brothers and the Bonded Humans. 

Becky asked Ramiel to follow her to her Bakery and watched as he peered down at the various treats with a hungry almost puppy-like curiosity on his face. She tried not to laugh, his expression and mannerisms reminded her very much of Roland at times. 

Ramiel is more openly expressive, likely due to his younger age- or so Roland says. Honestly, her bread fiend would happily stuff himself full of bread until he was almost sick if she didn’t stop him. 

Seeing Roland’s faux-innocent expression as he rapidly chews the bread, his cheeks stuffed full, almost like a chipmunk with their mouth full of nuts. Honestly. That man. At least Ramiel was more polite about it and tried to take smaller bites as he expressed his delight and joy at her baking.

He’d try to sneakily give her more pearls, Neat Rocks, and shells when she wasn’t looking. Sometimes she’d pretend she didn’t see him as he did it, a sneaky little grin would cross his face when she’d exclaim in delight at finding the little gifts.

Becky had gotten it out of Ramiel that he’d started planning a picnic for himself and his squad of brothers- their being on Ancient Terra together for six months would be happening soon and he wanted to celebrate the fact that they were all safe, relatively happy and whole.

It seemed like a sweet sentiment and she’d told him as such, his ears had gone bright red at that, which had her hiding a smile behind one of her hands. Angela had said that she’d try to get the quilt done before that six month mark.

Ramiel had reassured her that if it took longer, then he’d talk to his brothers about the picnic to celebrate at a later date and time for a slightly different reason. Angela had gently patted one of his hands at that, despite how nervous she could get around others sometimes, Arnault’s little brothers tried their best to not Seem Scary. Which could be quite the task with how big they are, how powerful their frames are, but they managed it at times.

A few months later Angela finished the requested quilt for Ramiel and had asked her beloved Arnault to let Ramiel know that his commission was completed and ready for pick up. Arnault had pressed a kiss to her lips and sent a message through his helmet communication device to send Ramiel a message.

Ramiel came by to pick up the waterproof quilt in two days, happy with how the quilt turned out, and insisted on giving her more pearls, shells and neat rocks, which she had protested that it hadn’t been that expensive to make, but like Cedric, had insisted that it was nearly priceless for the beauty of the created item.

He’d also gone to Becky to get a picnic basket full of bakery goodies- he’d also been making other foodstuffs for the picnic and had sent a non-urgent request to the rest of his brothers to join him at a low-key meeting.

Gratifyingly, his brothers and cousins replied swiftly and they joined him, noticing the new quilt and the baskets filled with foodstuffs he gave them all a smile and gesture for them to be seated and tells them.

“It’s been slightly more than six months since all of us reunited together on Ancient Terra,” Ramiel states, “And I thank the God Emperor and his infinite Mercy for sending us here. I am glad and grateful that we are whole, hale, healthy and hearty. Some of us have gotten into a better state of health, in one way or another, than from when we were… in the Before Times. I just wanted to celebrate this moment and give us a time to eat, drink, and be merry.”

“Aw, this is wonderful!” Jophiel says after a moment or two of silence, the first to respond to his words as he lunges forwards and wraps his arms around Ramiel. “I’m glad that we are all here, together, safe, and alive.”

“It is good that we are able to celebrate little moments like these,” Caitus says as he leans against Ramiel’s other side, wrapping an arm around his fellow Primaris Marine.

Claude nods and joins the impromptu hug pile, “I hope we are able to celebrate more moments like this in the future.”

Cedric is the last to respond as he gives Ramiel and the rest of them a hug, his hearts are full of emotion. Mostly good ones- he’d thought Ramiel would be lost to him, until he joined him in the embrace of the God Emperor’s light when he fell in battle. 

The hug pile remains that way for a little while longer before they let go and start to eat the feast of foods that Ramiel had prepared for them.

The flavors of the foods are delicious and they talk about everything and nothing and it’s nice to reflect on all that has happened, and wonder, with hope, what the future holds.

The rest of the squad helps Ramiel with cleaning up, waving away his protests stating that since he’d come up with the idea and gathered all of the supplies, that they were going to handle the clean up, which he’d reluctantly agreed to.

[charlieslowartsies]

Max being a 1980′s zombie boy. i also gave him my clip on bunny ears i got from this etsy! i got black and purple but max kinda avoids that shade >>;

((knight guard au))

[padfootastic]

oh my god may your anon(s) never stop giving us this goodness.

voldy - i wanna kill the potters (expecting a cheer cause he thinks they share his one brain cell)

death eaters: which tbh 99% consist of people who used to be with sirius at summer tea parties- and have seen first hand what kind of magic he can do and seen at Hogwarts just how much of potters sirius has devoted himself too. uhh Mr voldy don't take this the wrong way, you scare us sure but he scares us more. like have you seen how blacks are?

and how sirius black is ?

and you want us to target potters.

we may wear your mark or whatever but sirius will freaking dangle us and play with us like marionettes

I'm pretty sure 90% the reason no one from dark side told anyone that sirius is innocent cause they would definitely know. mr look at me I'm immortal could never shut up about that. was cause in canon they knew as soon sirius is out he would kill them for targetting potters and succeeding. wasn't that the reason peter was like mhhmm no imma be rat as well?

like also imagine if regulus , narcissa and slightly sane bella were there and canon was just a handbook of rules meant to be looked - hey sirius we're getting bored of this evil overlord manogamic thinking he's the greatest. also uhh, he decided to go after potters.

sirus, with eyes twitching- potters you say? suddenly i have 38494849 basilik fangs and a few teen age diaries and necklaces to rip apart.

like it's tbh frustrating at times with how jkr indicated at power and then cowardly backed away from it (it's like she hated her own characters or something). like sirius black free of shakles of canon should be easily able to kill voldy and and meet harry for midnight ride at the motorbike.

he has everything.

resources. motivation. information. skill. and the determination to see it through.

ahahaha don’t worry, our anon has endless creativity (in fact, it’s me who can’t keep up w them bc i just have. so many asks in my inbox rn 💀) and i’m literally just waiting for them to drop the fic.

also just. i’ve mentioned this before but i’m so sure that in an AU, it’s voldy’s ignorance of exactly how deadly the black family (esp sirius) is so that leads to him being outed as a non pureblood bc u just. don’t do that ykno?

voldy: so the potters—

sirius, immediately getting a twitch in his eye and bloodlust in the back of his throat: something’s wrong.

and that’s really just that.

(also god yes don’t even get me started on the sheer number of plot points and tools jkr introduced only to fully forget about or ignore it later. sirius is literally one of THE most powerful characters we were given and he’s just. so fucking defanged. i think pigwidgeon was utilised better than s was)