#sucker creek

[wayoutwest]

Creek Bottom - Oregon

Harry Snowden

[labratatouille]

Teaser for the upcoming Tweek x Craig fic for the space AU that made me cry

Craig is a stranded astronaut while Tweek is an alien struggling to survive on his planet, neither expect their hearts to warm. It’s gay. Aiming for between 60k-90k words.

Oh and Craig’s best friend (surrogate brother) Tolkien thinks he’s dead and struggles to forgive himself for sending Craig to space, lol it’s a shipwreck

(no pun intended, cried writing the funeral scene 👍)

Time slowed as a chilling realization washed over him – this could be the end. Craig’s breath caught in his throat, the gravity of the situation pulling him into a surreal detachment. Death, an unwelcome companion, loomed close. Too close.

With trembling hands, Craig reached for the intercom. “Tolkien,” he choked out, the word heavy with an unspoken farewell.

Tolkien’s voice crackled in desperation, “Craig, what’s happening? You can’t—”

“I don’t know if I’m making it, Tolkien,” Craig admitted, his voice strained.

Silence echoed through the intercom as Craig faced the abyss. Panic swirled around him, the symphony of chaos reaching its zenith. In a heartbreaking moment, he felt a pang of regret – the weight of unspoken words and unfinished stories. He closed his eyes, preparing, apologising.

Tolkien’s frantic shouts echoed through the intercom, a symphony of desperation mirroring Craig’s internal turmoil. The red glow of warning lights painted the cockpit in a foreboding hue. Craig tightened his seatbelt with a trembling hand, bracing for the impact that loomed in the abyss.

In those harrowing seconds, he whispered a final goodbye to his brother, a quiet acknowledgment of the premature ending of their friendship. His eyes shut tight, blocking out the impending doom. The symphony of panic, the metallic wails, and Tolkien’s desperate pleas faded into a haunting silence.

For a fleeting moment, the universe held its breath.

Then, blazing light.

Impact.

The fic will act as a prequel for the ‘main’ fic featuring the team of 7

AKA: Captain Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Cartman, Bebe, Butters, and Wendy

I’m writing the Creek fic both in the name of world building and also because in the ‘main’ fic the plot will revolve more around the team of 7 and these guys deserve to have their story told because my imagination is a horrendous place

Also Tolkien is tragic in the plot plan I’ve got for this AU, I’m sorry. The man hurts. And also believes his best friend is dead for literal years.

AO3: lab_ratatouille, thank you for checking out the story teaser!!

[smileyrice]

making this perfect moment perfect

[biohazard-inevitable]

Started watching Craig of the Creek cause i just wanted something cute and wholesome to watch and heard it was good. Very chill so far I like it

[sorcerywithwords]

i have ranted about "Roadkill" before (and maybe one day i'll even have updated thoughts, since my brain is eternally fixated on this show) but it's fascinating to me that that's the episode people seem jump to as evidence of fatphobia, when the season 1 finale happened way earlier (remember Andy?) and is also rotted

[anarcho-frogge]

have not posted pics from my local creek in a while, but theres a nice group of redhorse suckers that have taken up residence there over the past week.

the video is from two days ago, the photos are from today. theres at least 10 now, but theres probably more! theyre big motherfuckers.

*note: redhorse sucker is the genus (moxostoma), i havent gotten a clear enough look/photo to narrow it down to species level. so many of these mfs just look the same.

[mazeruffleposts]

Hashira's React! Pt. 2

HAPPY LATE VALENTINES DAY!!! I wanted to do something for the Hashira, especially since I haven't written for them in a hot minute now. I do plan on making a Hashira's React! special for my birthday, even though it's already passed.

Content Warning: Fluff

Word Count: 2031 words

Proofread? No.

Hashira's React to Sweetheart!Reader surprising them on Valentine's Day! Reader surprises them with something nice that they have been planning for a while!

Lacuna- A blank space. Used in place of your name

GYOMEI

Gyomei is a simple man, he never would wish for anything fancy or over the top from you, his love. Though to be honest, the holiday still snuck up on him. He had been so busy leading up to it that it had slipped his mind.

Que to him spending most of the day traveling back home after a ridiculously long mission only to find that the house is damn near empty, save for the few attendants cleaning like all is normal. You are nowhere to be found.

He assumes that you were out doing something in the nearby town and didn't think much about it. He goes to the private bathroom you two share to freshen up.

About two hours or so later, he greets you at the door with a big ol' hug.

Insert surprise Pikachu face when you inform him you want him to follow. You lead him down the path leading to a small creek near the house.

There you set up a small picnic with his and your favorite foods. To top it all off you brought out a book that you had been interested in reading for a while, but put it off till you could spend time and read it to him. Knowing that he loves your voice.

"My dear Lacuna, you are a true blessing. There is no better gift you could have given me than your time and affection. I feel loved beyond words."

TENGEN (+ Hina, Suma, And Makio)

Tengen is a sucker for the dramatic! He loves to see what all his partners come up with for special occasions and will go out of his way to help when he can. Though he can't help but feel a little bummed to think you and the other wives haven't planned anything special this year. He took it as his chance to swoop you all up for a surprise trip somewhere. The four of you WERE planning something, and for once you were able to keep him from finding out about it beforehand.

He had recently been so busy with a rather nasty demon's nest a few districts over and hadn't been able to come home for a while. The letters you all sent never spilled anything about the surprise you all had.

After trudging back home over a few days flowers in hand for each of you, he finally stepped through the threshold of the house and was greeted with the sight of all four of his partners dressed in extravagant kimonos, hair done up, and bright smiles.

The Halls and rooms of your home had decorations ranging from hanging lights to written letters proclaiming various reasons why you all love one another. The aroma of the good food you all had been helping to prepare took him by surprise a bit.

"I honestly shouldn't be as surprised as I am to find you all did something so wonderful. My heart is bursting at the seems with how much I love you, thank you."

Que Tengen taking a moment to greet each of you with a hug and a plethora of kisses.

KYOJURO

You and the lovable Flame Pillar have been together for almost a year at this point, and Kyojuro has been counting down the days to do something special for you but ended up being surprised. Coming home after a surprise rescue mission with none of the gifts he planned to shower you in, he found the hallway leading through the house covered in various flower petals.

The savory smell of your cooking, which he swears is better than anything he has had, fills his senses as he follows the path you so obviously made for him.

Doesn't know what to think when he gets to the other side of the house and sees you set up a little date spot in the garden. You in your favorite yukata, surrounded by candles with that soft smile that just melts him.

Poor man's brain shuts off at the sight of you. He was rooted to the spot in pure awe of your beauty, never noticing how your melodic voice had been calling out for him to join till you walked over to him and waved a hand in front of his face.

The blush on his face when he realized he'd been staring made you giggle. He made up for the silence and oogling by swooping you into his embrace and kissing the crown of your head.

"I must truly be a blessed man... Coming home with nothing to give but my love, yet you welcome me with open arms. My dear Lacuna, you warm my heart more than the strongest fire ever could."

OBANAI

Isn't one for the dramatics or anything regarding the holiday, even after making you his. He wouldn't ever want you to do anything for him.

Similar to Sanemi, he's not fond of dramatics in relationships till he's in one with you. Now all of a sudden he finds himself panicking as he walks home late with nothing but a couple bentos with your favorite foods.

The entire walk to your shared estate consists of him kicking himself over waiting till the last minute and trying to convince himself that you won't be upset. He should have gotten you a plush bear or something.

You're waiting on the engawa before he even enters the estate grounds. You are dressed in a yukata to match his Haori, which he blushes profusely over but will never admit, and you hold what looks like a journal and a single red rose in your hands.

When he finally gets up to you, he's panicking, but nonetheless calms down when you greet him with open arms. Suddenly he's questioning why you would have been upset with him.

He does that adorable head tilt as you explain how you know he thought the holiday was stupid, but you still wanted to do something for him. Que handing him the journal and the rose, telling him that for the past few months, you've been writing letters about your daily life while he's away accompanied by small poems just for him.

Yeah, that blush has him feeling completely flustered now. You both eat the bentos on the engawa together as he reads the journal.

"My Lacuna, the love you continue to devote to me is truly special. I hope you know you are truly my everything, even when I don't say it."

MITSURI

Is much like both Kyojuro and Tengen. She's been counting down the days to plan something rather extravagant for you. But sometimes, the simple things mean so much more

Everything however seemed to be going wrong in every possible way. Not only did she burn the food she was trying to make for you ahead of the date she planned, she got called out to a mission the day of.

Now she's walking home late, wrapped up with nothing but herself to give you. Not that you would complain...

When you answer the knocks at the door, you find your girlfriend on the brink of tears. She doesn't even notice you dressed up in a silk Kimono, instead, she flings herself into your arms apologizing.

After a few moments of you comforting her, she finally takes a look down the hallway and into the main room when candles are lit.

Que surprised face when you tell her you had heard about the surprise mission and wanted to give her a good meal and warm bed to come home to. Now she's crying again and spinning you around out of pure joy as she tells you she'll make breakfast for you in the morning and spoil you.

"Lacuna, my love! I can never express how much I truly adore you! But I will try my best to shower you with it~"

SHINOBU

Isn't one for holidays, but was planning on doing something small for you. However, she ended up too busy to go through with it and was rather bummed.

An influx of slayers needing patching up plus a whole solo mission on the edge of her district took up the majority of the day and night for her. She was practically stomping her way up the path to the separate house you two share but was shocked to find you opening the door for her with a cup of warm tea held out.

Telling her that her crow informed you of the chaos and that it was alright. After taking the tea from you, you lead her down the hallways to the large private bathroom where you set up a whole ass spa just for her. To top it off, you said you bought her a new Kimono with Sakura blossoms embroidered on it to match the one you had on. Now her cheeks feel warm

She embraces you with the first genuine smile she's had all day.

"No matter the chaos of the day, there is nothing more that I enjoy than coming home to you. Well, besides your love, my dear Lacuna~"

GIYUU

Never really paid much attention to the holiday in the first place. So it ended up sneaking up on him and now he's panicking.

Spent most of the day training at his estate while you were out. Only remembered the holiday when he went to Kocho's that afternoon to do something.

However, it gave you ample time to set up your surprise for him.

Giyuu unfortunately didn't give you a whole lot of time before he came back, BUT you were able to set up the main room for a cuddle space.

Came in as you were setting up the snack stash and ended up staring at you as you rearranged the literal mountain of blankets and pillows to your liking.

Got spooked by you squealing as you turned around to him staring. Spent the next few minutes mentally banging his head on the wall because he should have said something.

Was genuinely surprised to hear that you had planned spending the night cuddling him and showering him with affection. Was also surprised when you brushed off the fact that he didn't have anything for you. He thought you'd be upset, but was shocked to hear that it wasn't required to gift you something, that all you wanted was him as himself.

"There's very little I could do to properly show how grateful I am to have you in my life, my Lacuna... Trust when I say you are a blessing to me."

SANEMI

Similar to both Giyuu and Obanai, he doesn't care for the holiday until it hits him smack dab in the face and now he's panicking trying to figure out what to do for you.

You were well aware of his dislike for the holiday but still wanted to do something to show your appreciation for the man. For the month leading up to the holiday you'd been sneaking small purchases and hiding them away in your shared home.

He had a feeling you were up to something but never could find anything out of the ordinary.

After a rather disappointing meeting with a few of the Hashira to discuss recent demon activity, he came home socially exhausted.

You met him at the door with a gift basket. Its contents are hidden by colored paper with a note attached. His name is written by your hand on it surrounded by various colored hearts.

Didn't know how to react when you practically shoved it in his hands. After a few minutes of convincing, you got him to read the small letter.

Big, bad, buff Sanemi Shinazugawa was on the verge of tears as he read the heartfelt confession you made him explaining all the things you loved about it. Did in fact shed a tear when you said you couldn't put everything on it that you wanted to say.

Opening the gift he found various homemade sweets, including Ohagi.

"My dove, you continue to shower me with love even when I feel undeserving of it. There is nothing in this world that I wouldn't do for you~"

You still managed to surprise him with matching Kimono's the next morning that he begrudgingly wore just for you.

Credits to @cafekitsune for the dividers used in this post. They are wonderful, go show them some love!!!

[torpublishinggroup]

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[stevenssticks]

thinkin abt childhood best friends to lovers with cliff<333 (i’m such a sucker for this trope it’s soosososos cute)

cliff n you would be total opposites but identical at the same time. he’s so mellow, and you’re a big ball of energy, excited and passionate about everything. since you were kids you would drag him places like theme parks and cool stores you find in your area, literally jumping up and down when you find something fun to do. cliff would be a quiet but happy participant in your adventures, from when you were 5 looking at frogs in a nearby creek to when cliff got his first car and the two of you would go on mini road trips together.

you would have a wall of friend photos filled with mostly ones of you from wayyy way back. cliff has a lil photo of the two of you on your first day of kindergarten and one on your last day of high school. somewhere along your lengthy friendship, something in cliff’s brain shifted in his feelings towards you, sudden thoughts of innocent kisses shared between the two of you, moving into high school and early adulthood with nights where cliff would wind up with a hand in his flannel pants, wondering what it would feel like if it was yours instead.

of course you were having revelations of your own, having fallen head over heels for cliff somewhere along the way in middle school. pining after him like a lovesick puppy ever since. honestly the crush started earlier than you would ever admit to yourself (it was always there).

now, after the formation of metallica and cliff long times away from you for tours and gigs, he returns home to you over the summer while you’re visiting your parents. excited, energetic you runs right up into cliffs arms, making him nearly drop his beloved bass. you have drinks out on the counter already, and when you invite him back to watch movies in your bed, he sees your room is as you left it when you went off to college. all your photos of the two of you still up.

fast forward to two and a half movies later and you’re cuddled up under your sheets. it’s so domestic and it makes your head spin, how this is so close or exactly how it would be if he were your boyfriend instead. how that fine line in your relationship has blurred into near nonexistence. you look up at cliff to find that he’s already been looking down at you. you smile up at him, heart dancing around your ribcage. cliff moves a hand down your arm, closing his hand around yours and squeezing. you blink up at him, face heating up a little. and then the impossible happens.

cliff leans down, and kisses you. just a sweet little kiss on the lips. “i love you.”

you light up like a sparkler. you make a happy little noise and jump up into his arms, kissing him all over. cliff kisses you back, humming into your mouth while you keep making your happy little noises. wrapping your arms around him and trying to kiss him deeper, in which cliff gladly returns your enthusiasm. you move cliffs hair behind his ears, breaking the kiss to press your forehead to his.

“i love you too. so much.”

[wayoutwest]

Seasonal Waterfall - Oregon

Harry Snowden

[ijjstlostthegame]

I love how different UB John Dory and Gray John Dory's relationships with Creek are just the exact opposite

One of them took him under his wing and the other sucker punched him in the face

[lunalitva]

Anakin Skywalker

Affairs of the Heart - Headcannons

ᥫ᭡ Clumsy, especially when nervous.

ᥫ᭡ Stutters a little when excited or nervous.

ᥫ᭡ Always carries at least one book with him when he goes somewhere.

ᥫ᭡ Loves kissing it makes him blush so much.

ᥫ᭡ He’s definitely a hugger.

ᥫ᭡ Total sucker for having his hair played with.

ᥫ᭡ Loves movie nights.

ᥫ᭡ Has a cd and vinyl collection.

ᥫ᭡ Keeps lip balm in his pocket, (wants his lips to look nice for you.)

ᥫ᭡ Has a skin care routine.

ᥫ᭡ Binge watches Dawson’s Creeks and the Office.

ᥫ᭡ Secretly very good at basketball but hates the jocks so he doesn’t play.

[starks-hero]

Noceur (n.) - to find comfort in the dark

Pairing: Izzy Hands x Reader

Summary: You'd reached the genius conclusion that you couldn't have nightmares if you simply didn't sleep. Izzy isn't a fan of your logic.

Word Count: 1.6k

a/n: Stede may be Edward's lighthouse but Izzy is Reader's anchor. Because I'm a sucker for symbolism.

You stood on the quarterdeck, arms crossed carefully over the rail. It wasn't often you experienced nights like this, quiet and peaceful; nights where you could look out over the water and feel certain that nothing was hiding under the waves or lurking in the fog.

The clouds that had rolled in from the east had swallowed up the moon and sent Buttons away in turn. Once he'd disappeared below deck it was just you and the sea. You could hear the waves kissing the hull beneath you, the wind occasionally rippling the sails. Each subtle creek and groan of the ship steadied your mind.

You matched your breathing with the coming and going of the waves, the salt of the sea air filling your lungs. You'd almost mastered it, using the sounds of the ocean and the way of water to ground yourself.

You were so focused, in fact, that you failed to hear the splintering of the deck beneath heavy footsteps until a hand had already reached out and brushed your shoulder.

The stranger may have found your yelp of fear somewhat amusing if it weren't immediately followed by the cocking of a loaded pistol.

You turned and were met by the bemused first mate.

“Fuck, Izzy–” You lowered your weapon. “I told you I'd take the watch tonight.”

"Since when did I take orders from you?" the slight intimidation in his tone was discredited by the fond nudge of his shoulder against your own. He settled beside you, glancing out over the waves. He stood so close that your knees brushed and the floorboards groaned beneath your shared weight. You smiled despite yourself.

Only in the dark would Israel Hands allow himself be so soft. It was an odd sort of honor, you thought, to see him like this. You had shared enough night watches with the first mate to have been offered a glance beneath the sullen stares and stern hand. Spent enough hours in the dark together sitting in the crow's nest to have caught sight of his smile and see how it made him look ten years younger. On nights like those you could only be glad that the waters around Tortuga were generally quiet as you would have failed to see the entire Spanish armada if it were lined up in front of you. Izzy kept you steady, an anchor preventing you from cracking up on rocks of your own making.

You wished the crew knew him as you did but you were not one to tempt faith, especially not when it had already been so generous.

“What's going on with you?” Izzy asked eventually. The breathy tone of his voice seemed at one with the wind.

You shifted your weight. Behind you, the foresail beat faintly against the mast.

None of the crew had noticed yet. And if they had, they'd decided against saying anything. They stayed quiet as you agreed to the night watch night after night. And you were happy with that system, it was the easiest way to keep the nightmares at bay.

“I'm tired,” you said. It wasn't a lie.

Izzy hummed, an unconvincing sound that hung in the air between you. He glanced your way and when you still said nothing he reached for his pocket. The orange he produced was small, jagged scars running along its skin and already adopting a green hue.

You made a small noise of amusement.

Wordlessly, Izzy began to peel the fruit. He dug his thumb into its center and tore it in two clean halves before offering one to you.

It was somewhat of a tradition, Roach had prepared you rations for your night shifts but upon realizing that you were asking for larger portions solely to share with the first mate he'd stopped the service altogether. The chef's pettiness truly knew no bounds.

Izzy decided the next course of action was to just steal food from the kitchen instead. It was something he got oddly excited about; a feared pirate that pillaged dozens of merchant ships in his lifetime smiling like a young lad as he showed you the stale biscuits and ailing fruits he'd stolen from under the nose of your chef.

You accepted the orange with a small smile.

Izzy cleaned the citrus juice from his fingers with his tongue before tearing the fruit into segments, examining each before pushing one past his lips. Just like when running the ship, Izzy had a particular way of doing things. Vaguely or half-arsed wasn't his style.

As he ate, you traced the groves of the wood in front of you. The orange sat untouched in your palm.

“Nightmares,” you said eventually. “They keep me up most nights. Sometimes they're so bad I don't want to close my eyes so I figured if I just didn't sleep then...”

It was quiet for a moment, your confession growing stale the longer it hung in the air. You already wished you'd said nothing.

Izzy tossed the last of his fruit overboard.

“For someone so clever, you can be a right fucking twat.”

You couldn't help but laugh. “And you're a pioneer in self-care all of a sudden? Being Blackbeard's lapdog–”

“Watch it.” Izzy's tone readopted a sharp edge. You stood with a resigned sigh, an undeserving crate earning a sharp clip of your boot as you turned.

“Just leave it, Iz. Forget I mentioned it,” you said. “I don't need you of all people lecturing me on how to look after myself.”

You made your way down the steps that led onto the main deck, ignoring how Izzy called after you. In your haste and frustration, and certainly no thanks to your lack of sleep, your boot missed the next step and you began a sudden descent toward the ground.

A hand grasped your shoulder and a harsh yank backward recentered your point of gravity.

“You're a fucking wreck,” Izzy said, moving his hold to your forearm.

“I'm fine.”

“Bullshit.”

You didn't look at him as you steadied yourself. Instead you aimed your focus on the splintered wood beneath your boots.

You missed Izzy's expression soften, as if he were finally seeing the true extent of your exhaustion. The dimness in your eyes, the poorly hidden fatigue, and the way you swayed on your feet when you didn't have a wooden rail to support you. You were coming apart at the seams.

“Fuck,” Izzy cursed. “How long has it been since you've slept?”

“Three days.”

“Fuck,” Izzy cursed, again. This time with slightly more anger.

You waited for his ranting to begin, to be scorned like the rest of the crew and sent away like a misbehaved child. You wouldn't be surprised if he went to the captains first thing tomorrow and had your duties changed.

“Come on,” he said instead. His words were surprisingly faint. You let him lead you below deck, the dim glow of the ship's oil lamps doing little to light the way. The hand still hesitantly pressed to the small of your back was very possibly the only thing stopping you from keeling over.

Silently you walked through the gallery, past the sleeping crew and the hammock you left empty every night. When you didn't stop you offered the first mate a confused glance.

“Izzy, what-”

“Just-” he sighed. “Keep going.”

You eventually stopped in front of his own cabin and said nothing as he steered you inside and shut the door behind him.

“What are we doing?” The irritation was clear in your tone. The seventy odd hours without rest making your voice heavy.

Izzy loosened the handkerchief around his neck and kicked off his boots. “You are going to lie down,” he said plainly. He grasped the small stool that sat idle in the corner and pulled it towards the bedside. “And I'm going to make sure you get some fucking rest.”

He sat down and crossed his arms. When you didn't move, he sighed again. “You're not the only one. You don't live this life for so long and then get to sleep easy at night. It... it's just not how it works.”

At Izzy's words and what they implied, you caved. Wordlessly, you kicked off your boots, undid your belt, and removed your coat. It was as comfortable as you could get without undressing further. When you lay down on the mattress, you couldn't help the noise of contentment that escaped you. It was by no means the laps of luxury but having a somewhat soft base pillowed against your aching muscles was much nicer than what you were used to.

The fatigue washed over you in heavy waves and you were reminded of just how tired you were.

“If I think it's a nightmare I'll wake you,” Izzy promised, his words were genuine.

“Why are you doing all this, Izzy?” you asked. “I'm fairly certain if Lucius or Roach was having bad dreams you wouldn't invite them into your cabin and offer to play night guard.”

He shrugged. “You're neither of those twats.”

Izzy's words were transparent. 'You're not them. You're you, and you're different.' You laid back in the bed.

The quaint silence that filled Izzy's cabin was similar to the deck during watch, the same safety net there, the same guarantee that nothing said or done would go any further than you, him, and the waves.

You parted your lips to speak. Izzy reached over and dimmed the oil lamp and the dark swallowed your words before they came.

“Thank you, Iz.” You settled for instead. “I mean it.”

Izzy nodded. A quiet 'of course' accompanied the hesitant brush of his fingers against the back of your hand. In the dim light, Izzy was grateful you couldn't see how he looked at you as though you were the reason the sun rose every day.

Thank you for reading <3

[writing-fanics]

👉👈can I request slowly falling in love with bird boy 🥹Maybeeeeee she's liiiiike a princess of some other kingdom or something I don't know, I'm a sucker for princesses. Sleeping Beauty was my favorite (IS my favorite still) Disney princess movie. I always wanted a dress like Aurora's (rose, whatever). I would just die a little bit if there was a foggy moor and some angst But ultimately a happy ending

A/n: Queen Briar Rose not affiliated with Aurora

{ 𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖑 𝖝 𝕱!𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 }

Word Count: 3k

[warning: arranged marriage: angst: fluff: diaval [yes he gets his own warning]: established feelings]

"I just don't think it's safe for you to travel alone to the Moors." [Y/n]'s father the king said while looking at his daughter the princess. She sighed, as she climbed onto her horse. "Father, I've traveled alone to the Moors before." [Y/n] said as she tightened the reins on her horse.

"Yes, but those creatures are dangerous and the rumors about Maleficent." He stopped for a moment watching as his daughter looked on.

"Father please, I'm friends with the creatures in the Moors as is Aurora." [Y/n] says as she pets her horse ready to ride off toward the Moors. She notices his worried look, "Father, don't worry about me I'll be fine." She says smiling holding onto his hands. The worried king could only smile as he looked up at his daughter, "You're just like your mother." He says to his daughter and she smiles softly looking down at him.

"I'll be back before nightfall." She says as hits the reins riding off towards the Moors. Her father watched as his daughter got smaller and smaller the further she got, "Sire?" The King turned around seeing the guard standing behind him, "The King and Queen of Thuwen have arrived." The guard says and the King nods. Sighing as he left the stables to go greet his guest.

[Y/n] smiled as she got down from her horse, and smiled seeing Aurora waiting for her, "Aurora!" She shouted running towards her friend and bringing her into a warm embrace.

"It's been too long my dear friend," She said smiling and looking at her, as they entered the Moors and began talking, catching up on missed things.

"I've missed coming here as you feel at home here as do I," She says smiling Aurora smiled, watching as the sprites flew around [Y/n] placing flowers into her hair.

As the morning leads into the afternoon, and the afternoon leads into the evening. The two friends spent time amongst each other and the Moor Folk, playing among the flowers underneath the trees and of course throwing mud.

Diaval laughed seeing her face covered in mud [Y/n] turned to look at him, and picked up some mud in her hand. With her hand covered in mud, she threw it at him his face was covered in even more mud. She giggled looking at his mud-covered face. She hadn't had this much fun in ages. After cleaning the mud off her face; she sat on some rock by the edge of the creek. Smiling as she looked up at the night sky. "The stars are far more beautiful here than they're in my kingdom." She says in absolute awe, the stars sparkled above her, she giggled as the sprites braided her hair; placing flowers of different colors and sizes on her [h/c] locks.

Diaval emerged from behind a tree; hearing footsteps [Y/n] sat up and turned to look towards him she smiled seeing him. "You are quite lucky." She says turning away to look back up at the stars, "You get to sleep below this beautiful night sky." He walked towards her and sat down beside her gazing up at the stars. His heart couldn't help but swell as he looked at her, the way her hair fell perfectly at her side. The flowers in her hair added to her beauty. The way her eyes sparkled in the moonlight. The smell of flowers followed her whenever she was around.

She yawned stretching out her arms and placing her head on his shoulder. "If I could I'd live in the Moors forever." She said tiredly her eyes becoming heavy. Diaval who's heart is practically banging loudly against his chest. "Um." He clears his throat, "Why not? Aurora loves having you around." He says and she sighs tiredly, "I cannot one day I'll be queen, and when that day comes sadly." She sighs yawning once more as sleep slowly takes over.

"My days of fun will be no more," She says he looks down at her sadly. She yawned again scratching the side of her nose as she fell asleep. Her head leaned against Diaval's shoulder. It wasn't long before she started snoring and drooling ran down the corner of her mouth. His heart continued to swell as he watched her sleep. Eventually, he fell asleep too his head on top of hers.

"You said by nightfall it's now dawn." Her father shouted at her and she sighed, "I fell asleep father, and lost track of time, I'm sorry." She said looking at him and he shook his head.

She sighed getting off her horse and walking passed her father. And into the palace to go towards her room, “Y/n, we have gu-”

“And there she is.” Queen Briar Rose said seeing [Y/n] emerge from around the corner. Walking towards her the Queen curtsied, “The beautiful princess Y/n.” She placed her hand on the princess.

“Y/n, might I introduce you too Queen Briar Rose of the kingdom of Thuwen.”Her father says to her and [y/n] smiles softly..

“Hello, your majesty if you might excuse me so I may get ready.” She says walking away and the Queen notices her bare feet.

“Your highness, May I ask does she always walks around barefoot.” She asked looking at the king.

“Yes, she’s free spirited. Her lateness is because of her daily visits to the Moors.” He said and the Queen gasped.

“You let your child travel to that place?” She asked in shock, “Your majesty.” She finished.

“Yes, she’s quite close with Aurora.” He says and the Queen looks at him. [Y/n] then emerges from the stairs wearing a clean dress and is ready for the day.

Throughout the day [Y/n] and the Queen would talk. And mostly the Queen would completely be rude to [Y/n] making condescending remarks about the Moor Folk.

“I’m sorry your majesty I have my opinion and you may have your own. but the things you say about the Moor Folk are wrong. They’ve never hurt anyone not without reason.” She said looking at the Queen.

“But that Maleficent.” The Queen began.

“Maleficent is misunderstood she’s the one that saved Aurora.” [Y/n] says sighing wanting this day to end so that tomorrow she may go to the Moors once more.

Eventually, the conversation didn’t go anywhere and the Queen ended it without letting [Y/n] give her side. Instead she went on about her son Jame. And how he may be a good match for [Y/n] which she immediately shut down.

Cause her mother made her father promise to not marry off their daughter and let her find love. On her own time. As time went on the prince arrived and his mother introduced her to [y/n]. Who wanted to sneak away to the Moors.

As the day slowly came to a close, [y/n] sat in her room. When her father knocked on the door, “Yes father.” She asked looking towards the door.

“Y/n, I’m getting old and as your father i want you to be protected once I’m gone.” He says and she looks at him and sighs.

“So, I know your not going to like this but. You’re now betrothed to Prince James of Thuwen.” He said and her eyes widened as she turned to look at her father.

“WHAT?!” She shouted looking at him glaring at him. Her hands balled up into a fist, “No, you can’t you promised mother.” She said looking at him and she was annoyed angry furious.

“You can’t do this to me! I barely know him! I just met him!” She shouted pacing her room. Just as Diaval landed on her windowsill.

“I’m sorry, but this is how it’s going to be.” He says and she groans tears brimming her eyes.

“I’m not marrying him and you can’t make me!” She shouted throwing her pillow across the room.

The king left knowing he need to leave her alone, sniffling she cried alone on her bed. Until she heard cawing and pecking at her window.

“Pretty bird,” she says smiling as she petted the top of his head. scratching underneath his wing and under his chin.

she sighed as she started venting about todays problems. “my father promised me that he wouldn’t marry me off.” she groaned pulling her hand away from him. and pacing back and forth in her room.

“My mother made him promise that he would let me find love in my own time.” She groaned in annoyance running her fingers through her hair.

“Now, I’m to be married off to the Prince of Thuwen.” She groaned twirling her hair.

“I have nothing against the prince nor the Kingdom of Thuwen. But”

“He promised, I know he’s growing old and isn’t long for this world.” She walked towards the chair on the end of her bed, and sat down.

Diaval flew over towards her landing on her lap. She smiled looking down at him, “What am I, to do Diaval?” She sighed gently petting him, he leaned into her touch.

[Y/n] so lost in her own thoughts she didn’t know. That someone was listening in on her conversation to the raven. Setting in their mind that the princess of Houdour was truly lost in the head.

“I hear she spends all day with those beasts and creatures from the Moors.” Queen Briar Rose said to her son James on the ride home to their kingdom. “I heard her talking to a raven.” James laughed as his family gossiped about the princess. “I hear she even walks bare feet around the palace.” King Vincent laughed, as the royal family of Thuwen gossiped about the princess.

“I will say she is beautiful but not that beautiful,” James says laughing and his mother nods agreeing.

Diaval listened to the royal's tasteless insults about [Y/n] and was livid. Hearing how cruelly they talked about the princess behind her back. When she welcomed them to her kingdom with kindness. He wanted to scare them. Knock some sense into them. But he could not he was merely a bird a raven no doubt. So he flew back towards Houdour and towards [Y/n]’s window. She lay in her bed unable to sleep tossing and turning. He landed on her windowsill and she smiled, sitting up and the bed and walking towards him.

She smiled as she lay in bed pressing a kiss on his beak. Before closing her eyes and falling asleep. His tiny raven heart pounded against his chest he felt as if he’d explode. He almost couldn’t contain his shock and excitement. But not wanting to wake her from her sleep. He contained himself. He looked down at her as she slept. Watching as her chest rose and fell. He watched as her nose twitched in her sleep, her tiny snores escaping her lips. He brushed his feathers against her cheek. A soft smile formed on her face as she curled into her bed more. Diaval then took off out the window and back towards the Moors.

The next day she was in the Moors, [Y/n] with the Moor Folk laughing, as they splashed in the water. Her dress now soaking wet and her hair as well. She smiled noticing Diaval watching her from afar he quickly looked away. She continued playing with the Moor Folk.

“You love her don’t you?” Aurora asked walking up beside him. “Is it that obvious?” He asked looking at Aurora, and she smiled softly nodding. "I see the way you look at her," She says watching as he looks at [Y/n] longingly.

“Why, don’t you talk to her tell her how you fell?” She asked looking at him and looked at [y/n] nervously.

“She’s to be married to someone else. I’ve heard what they say about her nasty sort.” He says looking at her knowing that if he ever married the prince of Thuwen. She’d possibly be miserable for her entire life.

Being forced to take the nasty comments by those who don’t understand her love for the Moors and it’s beautiful creatures.

“Oh, I just wanted to scare them you know. They were talking about her so poorly behind her back.” He continued on both Aurora listened.

“Tell her.” She said looking at him and as his gaze went back to look at [Y/n]. He realized she went missing looking around frantically it wasn’t until he looked down.

Seeing her figure underwater slowly creeping it’s head up. And blowing water at him like a fountain. Aurora laughed and Diaval wiped the water off his face.

[Y/n] started laughing seeing Diaval’s face wet, he looked at her as if planning a pay back. Which of course he did by picking up some nearby mud and throwing it at her hitting her straight in the face.

“Oh, you’re dead!” She shouted playfully getting out of the water and started chasing him around the Moors.

The two ended up falling on each other, Diaval landing on top of [Y/n]. Causing them both to stammer and pull apart from then compromising position that they were in.

“Diaval do you ever wish you could just fly away somewhere else?” She asked looking at him.

“No, why?” He asked looking at her and she looked down, “Because, I do. I don’t wish to marry prince Jame of Thuwen.” She says hugging her knees to her chest.

“I already know what they think of me. They think I’m not what they call a “princess” cause one should never frolic amongst the moor folk. one should never walk bare foot around her own palace.” she went on and on, and Diaval looked at her sadly.

“Don’t listen to them you’re perfect just the way you are.” He says and her cheeks heated up. She smiled looking at him. “Thanks Diaval,” she says smiling looking at him.

Slowly their hands crept closer and closer to each other. She turned to look at him then the two slowly leaned toward each other for a kiss. As they leaned in she noticed a signal going off at her palace. “No.” She said pulling away and looking towards her palace.

“What’s wrong?” He asked looking at her and sniffling, “My father, he’s gone.” She whispered falling to her knees.

Once she arrived at the palace the guards brought her to her father's chambers, and she fell to her knees at his bedside as she held his hand crying.

[ The Next Day ]

The maids helped prepare her for the wedding. [Y/n] held a blank face the entire day as they helped get the dress on. Of course, the queen wanted her to wear something more to her taste. Which wasn't of [Y/n]'s style or personality. As she looked at herself in the mirror seeing herself in the dress.

Her eyes glossed over as tears brimmed her eyes. She didn't want to marry James. She wanted to be with Diaval, not some prince from a neighboring kingdom she knew nothing about. She wanted Diaval the raven turned into a man she fell in love with. She'd never forget the day Aurora introduced her to him for the first time. At that moment she felt butterflies in her stomach. Like the whole world stopped around her and seemed to move slowly.

She'd always cherish the moments they spent together, "Are you sure you want this, your highness?" Amelia one of the servants asked, looking up at the princess. Wiping away her tears [Y/n] looked at her, "I must it's what my father would've wanted." She says looking down t the made.

"Yes, but what do you want your highness. I've seen the way you look at your raven friend." She says and [Y/n] looks away causing the maid to smile softly, "You care for him, you love him, then go to him. Don't put yourself through a life of misery. Your happiness is far more important. I've seen what marriages like this can do to a young woman." She says looking at the young princess.

"Follow what your heart wants." She says and Amelia curtsies before leaving the room. Leaving the princess there alone and in deep thought.

As she walked down the aisle, [Y/n] looked down she didn’t know was doing the right thing for her people her kingdom? Her mother would’ve wanted her to do what was best for herself. Her family for generations lived in this kingdom to watch as it grew and flourished. The people build with their blood, sweat, and tears. Maybe it was time to give it back to them. Give the kingdom to the people as Aurora did to her own.

[Y/n] tightly gripped the bouquet in her hands contemplating running out of the chapel and towards the Moors. To be with the one she truly loved the most. She couldn’t just stand here and be married off to a prince who’d never appreciate her. Who’d only bully and belittle her for the things she loved.

“Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace”

“I obj-”

“I object!” Diaval shouted. Everyone turned toward the doors as Diaval came running through the doors. Running towards the altar. “Diaval?” She said watching as he ran towards her, "Y/n," He said catching his breathing.

"Y/n, from the moment I laid I eyes on you I thought that you were the most beautiful person I've ever met. And those days spent with you were the most magical of them all." He said, looking at her and she smiled softly as she looked at him.

"Hey get ou-" James started but [Y/n] raised her hand in his face, and his eyes widened in shock.

"I love you, Y/n." Diaval says and [Y/n] smiled and looked at him, "I love you too" She said smiling pulling him into a kiss. Their lips finally touched a smile grew across her lips. James looked towards his parents in shock and his parents looked towards [y/n] in disgust.

“how’s you say we get out of here?” She asks looking at him, “I’d think of nothing better M’lady.” He says and she smiles as he takes her hand and the two run out of the chapel.

Not before she announces giving her kingdom to the people. which is followed by mass applause. and cheering. and two years later the same year Prince Phillip would propose to his beloved Aurora. Diaval and [Y/n] welcomed a baby girl into the world, Eufemie.

a/n: I had so much fun writing this omg, sorry if it seems a bit choppy at points but omg I loved writing this keep the Diaval request coming.

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