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[blackkatskauldron]

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[angelasscribbles]

The Crown and the Shield Chapter 7: All Fall Down

Series: The Crown and the Shield

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Constantine x Jackson

Word Count: 740

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: Gun violence, blood, death

My other stuff: Master List.

The king of Cordonia approached the podium to thunderous applause. The negotiations had been successful. He was one press conference away from the end of this trip, and the beginning of a new life.

He was nervous, but excited, to confess his love for the head of his King’s Guard to his wife. Jack was right, Eleanor was nothing like Helena. She hadn’t married him for the crown but for their shared love of Leo. She was kind and loving and there was no way she would abandon her child the way his first wife had abandoned hers.

He would tell her about himself and Jackson and she would understand, like Bianca had. He could be more freely himself, Jack could be a bigger part of his life. Everything was going to work out. He just had to get through his part of the press conference.

The peace accords had gone far better than expected and he was confident about the future. He shot a discreet glance at Jackson as he took his place at the podium and cleared his throat.

His parents and his wife were seated on the stage behind him, along with the heads of state of all the attendee nations. Rivala, Auvernall, Monterisso, and Vallenheim. All of them hereditary monarchies. All of them targets of the anti-monarchy terrorist group The Liberation Core.

“I’d like to start by thanking the Spanish government for hosting this summit,” Constantine turned his head to nod politely at the king of Spain. He smiled broadly as he opened his mouth to compliment the culture, the cuisine, and the hospitality they had been shown.

The words never made it to his lips.

Gunshots shattered the bright June morning. Screams erupted from the audience, from the stage, and from the security teams as people scattered and dove for cover.

The crowd that had gathered for the historic announcement descended into complete chaos as panicked people trampled each other in an effort to escape.

The government officials and their families that had been seated on the stage seconds before were being drug from the area by their security teams or already lying on the stage floor, bleeding.

Security team members stumbled and slid through the wetness that now covered the floor as multiple people lay dead or dying.

Seconds stretched out like an eternity as Constantine turned his head wildly trying to find the source of the gunfire. Before he could react, a body hit his full force, tackling him to the ground.

There was a loud ringing in his ears, the gunshots and the screaming sounded dim and far away as darkness clouded the edges of his vision. He blinked rapidly trying to clear his senses as every survival instinct he possessed screamed at him to stay conscious.

He turned his head to the left and felt bile rise in his throat. The king of Auvernall lay mere feet away from him, unseeing eyes fixed and empty, his queen next to him gasping for air as her lifeblood ran out of a gaping hole in her chest.

His eyes swept the stage in horror searching for his own parents. The ground was covered in blood. Bodies lay everywhere. He spotted Eleanor being pulled from the stage by the head of her security detail, hands clutching at her stomach as blood soaked the fabric of her dress.

“No!” The scream tore from his throat as he began to struggle to get free. He had to get to her, to all of them. Why couldn’t he move?

His attention shifted to the body that lay motionless on top of him. Time suddenly sped up again as he gazed up into the face of the man who had shoved him out of the line of fire. The man who wasn’t moving. The man who was bleeding out on top of him.

Hot, sticky blood covered them both, but Constantine wasn’t bleeding.  

“Jack! Jack!” Terror clawed at his insides, panic washing over him as tears and snot smeared his face, “Wake up! Wake up!”

Then he was being pulled off the stage by another member of the King’s Guard as he fought with every ounce of strength he possessed to get back to the man he loved.

Three more guards joined the first and he lost the battle. He was pulled away from the danger as his lover lay in a puddle of blood, limp and unmoving.

[charitydingle]

To Catch a Thief 1955, dir. Alfred Hitchcock

[teencopandthesourwolf]

𖥂 thē Şนຖ, thē ๓໐໐ຖ, thē trนth 𖥂

[acrux-rising]

THE MEMORIAL - ts!levi x florist reader

TO DANCE AMONG FLOWERS: LEVI ACKERMAN (PART OF THE CALM AFTER THE STORM: A COLLECTION)

TAGS/CW: discussions of loss/grief (this is aot after all), gabi and falco cameo because they are very very dear to my heart || WC: 0.5k

“excuse me, sir? sir?”

levi looks up from the flower display covering the front of the shop. you���re standing there, watching him with a concerned expression.

he blinks, then nods in acknowledgment.

“are you looking for anything in particular?” your smile is soft, delicate like the roses that hang in a basket over the store’s entrance. “or just admiring them? it’s easy to get lost in it all.”

for some reason, he feels compelled to give you a proper answer. maybe it’s the way you speak, or maybe he’s just tired of holding it in. 

“i’m going to a memorial tomorrow,” he mutters, fingers drumming against the armrests of his wheelchair. he doesn’t even have to be subtle; everyone and their mother knows about it. “apparently different flowers have different meanings, but i don’t know any of them for shit.”

you don’t flinch at his curt tone. instead, you look mildly amused, the corners of your mouth twitching. then you reach up and take a bouquet from one of the higher baskets.

“white lilies,” you say. you hand them to him, your fingers brushing against his, sending a jolt of energy through his body. “they mean peace. and purity.”

levi takes them without a word. he can already picture them - pale, clean, resting on marble for the people who never came back.

no graves, no names. just memory.

he places a few coins on the counter. “thanks.”

“no problem.” your voice is quieter now as you tuck the money away into your coin pouch. “maybe i’ll see you there.”

that surprises him. “you’ll be going?”

you give a hollow laugh. “everyone around here -” you gesticulate to the busy streets of your hometown, once ravaged by disaster, still forever scarred - “has someone to remember. it’s almost... normal, in a way.”

“island,” he mutters.

you frown. “what?”

“i came from the island.”

the words always taste bitter, no matter how much time passes.

you go quiet, gaze dropping.

“then,” you say softly, “you’ve lost more than most of us ever will.”

there’s a silence between you, heavy with shared understanding, then -

“levi? levi!”

gabi’s shouts echo through the square, bouncing off old cobblestone momentarily before she comes into view, falco following close behind.

“you can’t just wheel yourself off like that!” she scolds. “what if you’d rolled into traffic?”

“i’m fine,” levi says flatly, but doesn’t protest when falco moves behind him, hand steady on the wheelchair. your eyes light up in recognition, then, but you only shake your head in disbelief. 

“remember, into a vase of water as soon as you get back,” you say. “captain.”

he makes a noise of annoyance, though only out of habit.

“don’t call me that.”

you smile, gentle this time. “alright, levi. see you around.”

he looks back, lilies in his lap. he feels lighter, somehow, as he locks eyes with you.

“yeah. see you.”

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[allurasgrace]

Hey Darkness-and-Silence, I apologise for no comment yet, I've been having a hard time sitting and reading because of Dawntail. Still, I want to tell you ahead of time that I think you really underestimated how good at descriptions you are; the words you use are very provocative and I can clearly see the scenery, even just a few paragraphs in!

I'll be leaving a proper comment when my attention-span decides to cooperate 😅

Read their fic, A Prince of Two Kingdoms, which is a continuation of the orphaned Tiger of the Pride, an AU in which Grune and Panthro did not find the Book of Omens and the TigerClan was not wiped out 29 years ago.

[nedsseveredhead]

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[teencopandthesourwolf]

It's a Sunday, which obviously means that it's time for Stiles to make friends with a parking lot dog. Again.

Forty-three whole minutes after they've finished their top-up grocery shop, Derek is having to drag his boyfriend's ridiculous ass away from 'Sparky' (“OMG don't you think he looks like me?!”) lest he have to pay another damn parking fine on behalf of the idiot now known as his next of kin.

Annoyingly, he knows that the same will likey happen next week. And the week after. And the week after that. And Derek will roll his eyes each and every time, so very put-upon.

Good job he has a thing for ridiculous idiots with a penchant for collecting stray dogs, huh?

A silly little warmup for a silly little friday [:

i have no context, feel free to provide your own lol

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[angelasscribbles]

The Crown and the Shield Chapter 8: Healing

Series: The Crown and the Shield

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Constantine x Jackson

Word Count: 922

Rating: PG

Warnings for this chapter: none

Special thanks to @aussiegurl1234 for her input.

A/N: So, we finally come to the final chapter of this “one-shot” lol. I hope it meets expectations.

My other stuff: Master List.

“Today is the one-year anniversary of the Madrid Peace Summit Massacre,” the news anchor addressed the camera.

“It was a dark day for all our countries,” His co-host replied nodding her head sympathetically, “Isabella Hasapis was forced to take the Auverness throne when both her parents were killed, making her the youngest monarch in their history, ascending the throne at only sixteen. In Monterisso, the late queen’s sister was appointed as regent until crown princess Amalas is old enough to rule.”

Constantine turned the volume of the TV up as his mind ran back in time to the worst day of his life.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” the white-coated doctor stood with his hands in his pockets as he delivered the news, “We did everything we could. Heroic measures were employed but the injuries from the gunshot wounds were too grievous, and we were unable to save him.”

Constantine’s body shook with sobs. He let himself be led to a chair. He sank into it and dropped his head into his hands. He gathered his emotions as best he could and lifted his head, “And her?”

“I’m sorry, sir, again, the extent of the injuries-“

“So I’ve lost them both?”

“I’m very sorry for your loss. Would you like to see your wife now?”

“Connie, why are you watching this?” Eleanor took the remote from his hand and clicked the TV off just as the footage of his remarks from the south lawn of the palace earlier in the day began to play.

He turned to her with tears in his eyes, “It was the day I lost both my parents. The day I almost lost you. I don’t know how Leo and Liam would have-“

“Hey, we don’t have to worry about that. I’m here. I made it and so did you.”

“Thanks to Jack.”

“Yes,” she agreed, “Thanks to Jack. Speaking of him…don’t you have somewhere to be?”

He glanced at the clock on the wall and jumped to his feet, “Shit! Yes! I have to go!”

“It’s fine, go!” She shooed him out of their private living room, one hand at the small of her back and the other resting on her burgeoning stomach as she felt the baby kick. “Settle down, Lena. You have a month left in there.”

She missed her in-laws, but she was grateful that both she and her husband had been spared. The bullet had hit her in the side. There had been a lot of blood, but no major organs had been damaged.

She would have joined the king, but she was on partial bedrest for the duration of the pregnancy. She had told Constantine to give her love to the Walker family. She would be forever grateful for the sacrifices made that day.

Constantine stepped out of the limo and approached the group gathered around the gravesite. He made his way to Bianca and swept her into a hug before doing the same with Drake and Savannah in turn.

He stepped forward and touched the cold marble of the marker, his fingers tracing the etching. His throat constricted as he croaked out, “He died a hero.”

“That he did. He stepped right in front of that bullet.”

Constantine turned toward the voice with a solemn expression, “So did you.”

“Damned straight I did! And I’d do it again!”

The king pulled the other man into a tight embrace as he fought back the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him, “Don’t joke about that, Jack, I almost lost you that day!”

It had been touch and go for two weeks. Constantine had never left his side.

“I’m not joking,” Jackson hugged him back.

Constantine had tried to get him to transfer to a less dangerous position, but Jackson had refused. There was no one else he trusted to safeguard the man he loved.

“Eleanor sends her love to all of you,” Constantine pushed out of Jackson’s arms and turned back to the monument, “We know how much Bastien meant to you.”

“He was like family,” Bianca agreed.

“He didn’t hesitate to take that bullet for her,” Jackson removed a flask of whiskey from his jacket pocket and held it up to the monument in salute, “Here’s to the best junior officer I ever had the privilege of training.”

“To Bastien!” the little group chorused.

When the gathering was over, Constantine and Jackson walked back to the limo together, hand in hand.

The perpetrators of the attack had all been brought to justice and The Liberation Core dismantled. There was some amount of closure in that.

Eleanor had taken the news of his relationship with Jackson in stride.

“I suspected, Connie. But it doesn’t change anything for me. I love you, and I love our boys.”

The only thing she had asked him for was another child. A chance for a girl and he’d given it to her.

In return, she’d given him complete acceptance of his relationship with Jackson.

He was as happy as he could be while still grieving his parents. He would always miss them, but he had a baby on the way, a queen who understood him, and the love of his life by his side.

Next year for his birthday, Jackson was getting that white water rafting trip. Constantine had already booked it. Just the two of them…give or take a few dozen guardsmen.

He glanced at the man next to him with happiness in his heart. He was healing, Cordonia was healing, and the future looked bright.  

~fin

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[rgartblog]

Notes: this is so overly dramatic. In my world Tygra and Cheetara adopted the kittens on Thundera and have raised them from cub to now.

It takes place in S3. Characters jump from OOC to in character left and right. And no Lion-O isn’t being a jerk just to be mean. He means well but is super stressed from all that’s happening.

Ok this is the last of what I’ve “inked”. If people like this I’ll get started on the other 20 pages. 😅🙃

[teencopandthesourwolf]

stiles stilinski really did encounter derek hale's excessively aggressive edgelord swagger and specific brand of caustic sourwolf bullshit and asked the question um is anybody going to take a moment to squint their eyes and look just to the left of all this bluster to consider that maybe just maybe this dude who's not much older than us who got cruelly tricked by a predatory murdering psychopath when he was a mere pup which led to him losing almost his entire family who were also his pack which btw nobody but me bothered to find out how this kind of shit would effect a werewolf only to then have the sister thought to be his only surviving family/pack member horrifically butchered by his demented uncle consequently turning him into a sad, grieving and incredibly vulnerable omega desperately craving stability and connection who then had to kill said uncle who was at that point thought to be his only surving family member bc he thought becoming an alpha was his only way to build a new pack and not be alone anymore but with zero idea of how to achieve this with any success ended up failing miserably and tragically losing each of the new connections he forged one by one but is somehow still trying his best at all times to help everyone around him when he doesn't even have a fucking couch to sit on and probably just really needs somebody to buy him a dr pepper and put a hand on his shoulder and silently say hey big guy, i'm here for you... and then just didn't wait for an answer.

[acrux-rising]

PACIFIST - ts!armin x diplomat reader

CHASING HORIZONS: ARMIN ARLERT (PART OF THE CALM AFTER THE STORM: A COLLECTION)

TAGS/CW: reader is an eldian from liberio, lowkey this won't make a lick of sense at all || WC: 0.5k

“commander,” you say simply, not looking up from your papers. your voice is level, clipped. “didn’t expect to see you so early today.”

the scratch of your pen is the only sound in the room. armin shuts the door behind him. the click lands too loud in the stillness.

“i thought i’d make time to speak with you,” he says, his smile measured, tight, “before everyone else arrives.”

you don’t look up, but your pen stills for just a breath before continuing. tension hums beneath the silence - thin, stretched, ready to snap. your guard is up. he suspects it always has been.

and if what reiner says is true, that you are barely an adult, even younger than he himself is - it makes the erwin-esque look in your eyes all the more scary.

the commander of the survey corps, face-to-face with one of marley’s most brilliant - and dangerous - minds. he’s imagined this meeting more times than he cares to admit; so far, it’s unfolding exactly as he feared.

“well - please.” your voice cuts through the air like glass. “take a seat.”

he obeys, slow and careful. you finish your last sentence, cap the pen, and fold your hands over the page with unnerving precision.

“let’s cut to the chase. why are you here?”

“i -” armin’s voice catches in his throat. you’re a lot sharper than the warriors warned him you would be. colder. no one warned him that your silence would feel like a scalpel.

he steadies himself. “they’re looking to me to lead the diplomacy effort. and i want us to get off on the right foot.” he meets your gaze. “i want to understand how you operate. so we can find common ground without compromising our beliefs.”

you tilt your head slightly. your eyes narrow - not quite hostile, but far from open. assessing.

“that’s admirable,” you say. “though i’m not sure if it’s idealism or just naivety.”

he flinches, barely, but doesn’t let it show.

you continue. “and what exactly do you think my beliefs are, commander?”

“i don’t know,” he answers finally. quiet. honest. “i haven’t gotten to know you yet.”

you lean back, arms crossed. the tension doesn’t break - it shifts. thickens.

“forgive me if i’m getting ahead of myself,” you murmur - not sounding the least bit sorry - “but i know the kind of man you are. a pacifist. and i’ve dealt with enough of those to last a lifetime.”

your voice is colder now.

“you want to know how i operate? fine. lesson one: i don’t trust easily. not your team. and definitely not you.”

the silence that follows is suffocating, but armin holds your gaze.

“then let me earn it,” he says.

you study him for a long beat. something flickers behind your eyes. not approval. not warmth.

but maybe... curiosity. interest.

and hopefully, a growing respect.

“very well, then.”

you stand and walk to the door. the muffled voices beyond it fall silent at the sound of your approach.

“let’s meet your team, commander arlert.”

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[teencopandthesourwolf]

no but I LOVE IT bc in the first photo they're all young eager pups, like:

POSEY — “i'm cute; you want me”

DYL — “i'm freaky; you want me”

HOECH —“i'm cool; you want me”

and in the second they're all slightly older and wiser, like:

POSEY — “i'm freaky; idgaf”

DYL — “i'm cool; idgaf”

HOECH — “i'm cute; idgaf”

There are not so many years between, but they looked like kids up to no good... :-D