a princess and her subject

Happily Ever After // Remus Lupin

 A/N: Don’t ask me what this trash is because I don’t know. I’ve been doing Driver’s Ed shit all week and my brain isn’t functioning properly sorry if this is terrible lmao. I don’t have the energy to edit this either pls don’t hate me 

Originally posted by mrsgarfieldxo

Remus woke with a start. Sharp, loud cries echoed through the dark bedroom. He let out a tired groan as he rubbed at his eyes, moving your arm off of his bare chest. He did his best to gracefully scoot out of the bed without waking you. Your chin slipped off his shoulder and rested softly on the corner of his pillow. A sleepy smile grew on his face as you stirred a little, mumbling his name and smiling in your sleep.

The baby in the crib at the window let out a piercing cry, and Remus winced, glancing at you. You’d woken up, but he didn’t need to know that. You watched him pad the rest of the way over to the white wooden crib after mentally deciding you were still sleeping. He peered down at the baby, smiling gently at her for a couple seconds as he fumbled with a beautiful lavender throw Lily had made for your daughter draped across a rocking chair Remus’ grandfather had built. You watched him through squinted eyes and blurry vision as he lifted your daughter carefully from her crib. He swaddled her in the blanket, hushing her quietly and rocking her in his arms. He smiled softly at her, “Hello, my love. What’s the matter? Oh, sweetheart, stop crying. Nothing to fret over, angel. Daddy’s going to fix you right up.” 

You felt a smile grace your face as you watched Remus. You didn’t think you’d ever seen a more beautiful sight; your whole world standing together, painted in soft, pallid moonlight pouring through the open blinds. You watched Remus leave the room, coming back shortly with a bottle and your now quiet daughter. He took a seat in the rocking chair, lifting the bottle to the baby’s mouth. If she hadn’t been quiet before, she definitely was now. Remus gazed down at her, an expression full of love and adoration for the girl evident on his face. You wanted to giggle at the smile on his face; the ‘stupidly in love’ grin he always gave you. Your daughter finished the bottle up quickly, but still she remained restless. You frowned. A bottle normally put her right back to sleep. You contemplated getting up to give Remus a break, but then he began talking to the child, and as you listened, you decided you wouldn’t dare interrupt this.

“My beautiful little angel,” he whispered, staring down at her. He began to rock slowly. His fingers danced on the baby’s belly for a couple seconds. She laughed and Remus smiled wider. What a beautiful sound it was, her laugh. Your husband spoke again, “I was always a night owl, too. Your mummy though,” he paused to laugh, “well, that woman passes out at seven and doesn’t wake up until noon the next day. But, sometimes, she can’t sleep. It’s normal, darling, don’t worry. When Mummy can’t sleep, I always tell her stories. You want to hear a story, love? I believe you’re a tad too young to count sheep.”

Remus wiggled his fingers on your baby’s belly once more, causing her to let out a little shriek. “I’ll take that as a yes, then, Hope.”

Hope. You’d insisted on naming your daughter that. Not only was it Remus’ mother’s name, but it was exactly what Remus needed when she came around, and it was exactly what she delivered. After James, Lily, and Peter were killed and Sirius was taken to Azkaban, Remus had fallen into a deep hole of depression, and you couldn’t help him out of it. Most of your pregnancy was spent alone, and the stress of it all nearly killed you and Hope both, but you made it through. And when she was born, the twinkle in Remus’ eye return and with each passing day of having his child, he began to smile again and your hope for him to get better, his hope for a future, the hopes you shared for your baby and each other had been restored. That’s what your child was, pure hope.

You were torn from your thoughts as Remus’ silky voice filled the room again and the story began. “Once upon a time, there lived a princess; a beautiful, kind girl with the prettiest, fairest smile and a knack for loving things others thought unlovable. I know what you’re thinking, darling. This already sounds a lot like ‘Beauty and The Beast.’ Perhaps it is, in a way. The princess lived in a glorious castle called Hogwarts where she ruled over her people in the Ravenclaw Tower, a place for the witty ones. The castle was a big place full of magic and wonder. Her loyal knights, Sir James and Sir Remus,” he paused and giggled quietly at himself, “lived in the Gryffindor tower, a place for the bravest of them all. And down deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts lived a slimy little man named Snivellus, a mad sorcerer who wanted to see the downfall of the Princess Y/N and take her throne.”

You forced back a laugh. Serverus Snape was many things, but he was not a mad sorcerer and only got the chance to see your downfall once, before it was quickly taken care of. Remus continued, “One day, Princess Y/N was with her best friend, Hademar the Owl, in Hogwarts’ Owlery writing a note to her parents, who lived far, far away. Sir Remus was off with his mate Sir James, chasing after the fair maiden Lily Evans. Sir James was hooked on her, and always had a new plan to steal Lily’s heart, which almost always involved Sir Remus doing something crazy. And so, the princess was left unprotected by her brave knights giving Slimy Snivellus the perfect chance to use his latest terrible sorcery on her. While the brave knights tried to coax Lily Evans into going on a date to Hogsmeade with the poor, lovestruck, hopeless Sir James, Snivellus sat in a dark corner with his pathetic chemistry set, brewing up a terrible poison. He had the perfect plan to steal Princess Y/N’s crown. He would dip a fresh apple into his nasty concoction and trick the princess into taking a bite, putting her in a deep sleep for the rest of your life.” He laughed a little, “And knowing Princess Y/N, it was a pretty good plan. Her subjects wouldn’t have a hard time believing she’d retired from her princess duties to sleep for the rest of eternity.”  

You could tell Hope was dozing, but Remus didn’t seem to care. He continued his story. “Greasy Ol’ Sniv slithered up the steps to the owlery, a shiny red apple in his hand. Sir Remus was still distracted with Sir James’ shenanigans and was nowhere to stop the villainous creature. Snivellus approached Princess Y/N with a sly, disgustingly menacing smile on his face and offered her the apple. She reached out to take the gift. You see, Princess Y/N was very kind and always believed in second chances. But, as soon as she touched the apple, Sir Remus felt a sick feeling in his stomach. He knew something was wrong. So, he pulled out is magical map and searched for Princess Y/N frantically. Once he found her, he raced to the owlery, wand in hand. What’s going to happen, my love? Hm, Hope? Think Dad- Sir Remus can save the day?”

You shifted slightly, becoming uncomfortable. Remus glanced at you, but you shut your eyes quickly. When you opened them up again, he was finishing up the story. “Just in time, Sir Remus burst through the door and shouted a spell, knocking the poisoned apple out of the princess’ hand. She started to shout at Sir Remus, not letting him explain his side of the story before resorting to screaming, as usual.” You tried not to snort at that little comment. Remus just put on a stupid smirk and kept story-telling, “Sir James was right behind Sir Remus, sweet Lily hot on his trail. He put magical, unreakable handcuffs on greasy, slimy, disgusting Snivellus. Lily gave him a victorious kiss and Sir James nearly went into cardiac arrest. As for the princess, she’d stopped yelling and allowed Sir Remus some speaking time. He finished his explanation of why he’d saved her ungrateful, shouting life with a brave smile and the princess’ heart thumped out of her chest – her very nice chest. She jumped for joy and thanked Sir Remus a million hundred times. She gave him lots of thank you kisses, and thank you other things, and eventually told Sir Remus that she was in love with him. Yeah, she was so whipped, Hope. After begging a million times, the princess finally convinced Sir Remus to marry her. As for Sir James and the fair maiden Lily Evans, they had a big beautiful wedding and loved each other until the very end…and still do. The Hogwarts castle was a peace with its new Prince and Princess and Daddy and Mummy lived happily ever after.”

Remus kissed the top of Hope’s head. He stood up and placed the sleeping baby back in her crib carefully with a whisper, “The End. Goodnight, my love. Daddy loves you so much, Hope.”

With a yawn, he sleepily walked back to the bed, laying down carefully beside you. You pursed your lips and shuffled around, coming to lay on his chest after he’d burrowed back into the blankets. You smiled, “Princess Y/N, huh?”

Remus let out a loud groan before pushing your giggling figure off his chest, rolling over on his side and hiding his crimson cheeks. You laughed, placing a soft kiss on his cheek and wrapping your arms and legs around him, “Goodnight, my brave prince.”

Mermaid/Merman AU

Arms of the ocean - PinkCactus

The two had swam farther than ever before, so that they could be alone on the clear winters night. Away from the crowds of people in the underwater cities, away from their parents and their friends. Tonight, it wasn’t about the royal traditions. Tonight, it was about them.

Blue Echo - Myka

Yuri is a natare. A mermaid. He knows how to follow the rules that keep his kind safe. So why does a human dancer named Victor make him feel like breaking all of them?

calling me to the soft sand - Arrowsbane

“Your human ways are strange,” Phichit says after a long pause. Yuuri shrugs, not really sure what to say to that. “You’re not the first to think that.” Yuuri admits, looking out to the horizon while fumbling for his preferred charcoal stick.

Can You Sea Me? - tobisebaschan

Yuuri Katsuki is a 24 year old, Marine Biologist/Whale Conservation Specialist that works for a Marine Life Rescue & Aquarium. Victor (or at least that’s his human name) is a very handsome merperson living off the coast of Yuuri’s town. They meet for a split second and Yuuri doubts reality, but he’s determined to find out the truth. They meet again eventually and things get hopelessly complicated.

The Crystal Tear - daiki

Disclaimer: This is loosely based from the movie Pirates of the Caribbean 4 (which means that I altered some terminologies) A/N: I was going through the folder of my old fics (this one had a very old pairing of mine originally with the same title) when I saw this and I felt that Victuuri would do well in this universe AKA clergyman!viktor and mermaid!yuuri bonus: phichit as a hyper pirate and an aged-up pirate yurio who’s done with everyone’s shit

Disney on Ice (Fanart series) - lamenart

I simply love these beautiful babies, and I love Disney World, so I thought I could combine these two amazing worlds. It’s going to be series of Disney Princes Viktuuri arts.

Fine Wines and Russian Spirits - mismatched_ideas

Come to Yakov’s Wine and Spirits Shoppe, we have everything! Viktor had been 27 for a long time. He couldn’t remember how long, but it was definitely a long time. He didn’t remember when or how he died but that didn’t matter much to him. Now he resigned himself to live a boring life working hard at Yakov’s Wine and Spirits Shoppe. Yuri had been 15 since he died and it pissed him the hell off. Nobody really understood how ghosts worked but after meeting Yuri anyone would agree that hormones could remain as unbalanced as the day someone died. Yuuri had been 24 for less than a year. He would be turning 25 if his roommate hadn’t convinced him to do something very stupid. He’d been 24 for less than a year but he had a lot of being 24 ahead of him and Yuuri wasn’t sure he was okay with that.

Fish Out of Water - sunshinestealer

Viktuuri mermaid prince AU because why not. Lemon in later chapters.

Forbidden by myshipstookovermylife

Victor is a fairy. Yuuri is a merman. They’re not supposed to be in love, not even supposed to be seen together.

From the waves - WailingAmaryllis (Athenias)

All Yuri Katsuki ever wanted was to meet the elven child who treated him with utmost kindness once more. But when he finds that elf again, he’s anything but ready to face the emotions that had built up over the years. Victor Nikiforov, or “the elven prince of skating”, is elated, on the other hand. He had been longing to find that mysterious siren that did nothing to harm him his entire life. In hopes of finding him, he had made a point to get his name and face known worldwide. But the question remains.Do either know the other is infatuated with them?

Heart like a harbor - ninjakins

Scientist Victor has fame, wealth, and no more mysteries left to plumb, until he is rescued by the greatest pursuit of his life.

(The psuedo-steampunk meramid AU that no one asked for.)
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It was impossible. it was beautiful. The entranced part of Victor cooed while the scientific part of Victor took over. The siren tales of the local sailors came to mind—hist studies of sea shanties had come in handy after all—but no, Victor knew in a heartbeat that what he was looking at was more rare: a genuine… “A mermaid,” Victor breathed. “And you talk!”

The Heart of the Ocean - MerWhoLocked

Pods are what keep us safe, Yuuri had to remind himself. It was more than just a social construct. It was instinctive behavior, born from a desire to protect themselves from larger predators. From an early age, pups were taught this vital life lesson but Yuuri seemed to have the hardest time following the rules, creating resentment among the others in the pod. His own shy nature didn’t seem to help in that regard either and Yuuri found himself at odds with most of the other merfolk. But what happens when you don’t have a pod anymore?After meeting Victor, Yuuri finally understands what it’s like to be loved. A loving family isn’t always the one your born into, sometimes it’s the one you make for yourself. But can they survive an ocean full of predators and judgmental merfolk who won’t accept them?

hold your breath - plisestkypng

Both leading unsatisfying lives, siren Yuri Plisetsky and Kazakh prince Otabek Altin find their way into each other’s lives.

In Regards to Love: Agape - nannahthelesbian

Yuri is convinced she’s a fallen Angel who only needs to regain her wings to reclaim family and happiness. Viktor is a fisherman in love with a merman who forgets him year after year. When Yuri urges him to follow the merfolk migration, she hopes helping him will be the key to earning her wings. Yuri didn’t expect to get tangled up in Viktor’s story … or to care about it. (alternating PoVs)

I’ll Be Your Sea - PlayingGod

Yuri Katsuki had always wanted to be a pirate, and now at the age of 23, he was. He never had much luck, so of course fate would have it that he would end up on Glacies, a strong pirate ship with the most obnoxious captain one could imagine. The days on the ship were pretty straightforward. A pirate’s life was not as exciting as he thought it was going to be when he was younger. He wondered if his whole was going to continue this way, unchanging. He wondered if he was always going to be a coward. Perhaps the stunning, ethereal creature with moonstone eyes will help him change. Or A pirate/mermaid (well, merman) AU where Yuri is a pirate on a ship with JJ as Captain, and they capture a beautiful merman who would sell for more gold than they would know what to do with. Except Yuri really doesn’t want to do that.

Kaiyō Negai-Ocean Wish (Victuuri Mermaid AU) - Shy_Ika

Viktor Nikiforov can no longer surprise anyone. The pressure built up and Viktor lands himself in 2nd, earning himself a Silver medal After making the bold desision to quit skating for a season and coach Yuri Plisetsky, Viktor finds himself only falling further into a depression. Events lead up to him discovering the beautiful Yuuri Katsuki, shimmering blue fish tail and all. Rated T for Attempted Suicide. Reader beware!

Lantern - RedxLipstick

Victor goes to Hasetsu, Japan to recover from the injuries which ended his career as a Living Legend Competitive Figure Skater. He starts going to the beach every night to seek out the strange, dancing lantern he keeps seeing in the waves. Then he meets Yuuri, and everything changes.

let’s be forever let forever be free - Vitali (exocara)

Katsuki Yuuri loves the mermaid who used to sing at the beach near his home. Viktor Nikiforov loves the man who basically fell off a ship and serenaded him whilst drunk. Basically, The Little Mermaid AU that no one asked for.

Love Hurts - Plisetskitty

Mila is a mermaid princess who is in love with Sara. Sara is one of her subjects, and is in love with Mila. Neither has admitted her feelings for the other, but when Sara gets kidnapped by a human, Mila realizes she has to save the love of her life.

Low Tide - Bad_Wolf

Victor and Sara are marooned in a little boat after a mutiny. No food, no water. Thankfully, they are rescued by a helpful woman and man. So helpful, not at all suspicious.

The Merman in my Private Bath - ruru_u

Everyone thought Yuuri was crazy when he claimed a merman saved his life. Even he had convinced himself it was all some crazy dream - until one day, a beautiful and mysterious creature washed up onshore. Yuri’s seldom-used cold pool finally has a customer! (who doesn’t seem to want to leave)

Mermen Don’t Eat Katsudon - Cassivell

Viktor was drifting again, swimming wherever the current decided to take him. The icy waters of home no longer comforted him, nor did his family or kingdom. Mermaid AU with lots of cultural misunderstandings, Yuuri blushing, and Viktor being a little bitch

My fate - Zon_Chan

Katsuki Yuri wants to explore the world out of the ocean. Viktor Nikiforov wants to find happiness.

anonymous asked:

Princess shirt with prison tattoos=most accurate description of Harry Styles I've ever read.

… I mean look at this baby-pink polka dot wearing, 

Mermaid titty tat having, 

Creme slik puffed sleeved tartlet. 

This bright floral button up royal with the rebel swallow bird cleavage. 

This “isn’t it fabulous you can see my laurel tats pointing directly to my d**k through my lace shirt that costs more than my tiara” princess of strumpets. 

A sheer floral shirt of majesty the princess only wore once much to the despair of her subjects. 

And the “I gotta cover up the mermaid tatas but let the vag breathe for live television in my crushed velvet dream of a princess shirt.”

“Daddy Buckwoo and Izzy”

Summary: In honor of Father’s Day, here’s a one-shot about Bucky, his girlfriend and her 3 year old daughter, Isabella Marie. Love doesn’t always occur in conventional ways. Sometimes, chance meetings can lead to a lifetime of happiness.

 Words:946 (kinda got carried away)

 Pairing: Bucky Barnes, Reader, OFC Isabella Marie

 Warnings: Extreme fluff 

 Ah, yes Father’s Day, the hallowed 3rd Sunday in June. Some dad’s consider it Holy Grail Sunday because their loved ones showers them with breakfast in bed, homemade crafts, and a vast array of gifts; ranging from ties, tools, and fishing equipment.

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Sing Me To Sleep

A Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir fanfic
Summary: In which Marinette nurses a concussed Chat back to health. Unabashed MariChat fluff.
Snippet: Marinette observed him briefly as he reclined on the couch, eyes closed with a look of self-satisfied contentment on his features. She was tempted to snap at him and tell him not to get too comfortable – she wasn’t going to wait on him hand and foot indefinitely – his cockiness definitely didn’t need any bolstering. But he just looked so peaceful, like he was right at home and this was the most natural place in the world for him to be. ‘I wonder how mom and dad would feel about taking in a stray cat…’

Originally posted on fanfiction.net and archiveofourown.org on 03/26/17, reposted here since I want to make my more memorable one-shots available on tumblr.


Pinks and yellows, frills and lace, sparkles and glitter – these were the things cherished most by the merry toddler as she twirled about the room in her favorite dress-up tutu. Today she was Princess Belle, beloved by all her plush animal subjects in the kingdom of her living room. An elaborate spread lay in front of her as she danced, so she was careful to avoid the delicate plastic teacups and the croissant Maman and given her for her afternoon snack. Her world of make-believe was full of sunshine and rainbows, despite the grey and wet atmosphere that hung around her ‘castle’.

Rain began to patter against the windows, but she fancied it to be the sound of the court minstrel striking up a jolly jig for the beloved princess to dance to. As her pace quickened, she became lost in her performance, her adoring subjects cheering for their beautiful leader to dance faster and faster. It was in her fervor that she forgot to carefully check each step before she made it, so when a flash of bright light shone in her peripheral, her distraction cost her an unfortunate misstep and she found herself tumbling headfirst into her tea party. The clap of thunder that followed rattled her nerves even farther, and soon the shock of her fall gave way to the realization that she was in pain, and scary loud monsters were coming to storm the castle.

“Marinette! What’s the matter?” her most loyal knight hastened to her side, leaving his post in the kitchen, where he had been working on preparing that night’s royal feast.
Through sniffles and sobs, the child fell into “Her royal knight, Sir Papa!”’s consoling embrace and first chastised him for getting her title wrong – again. “I’m not Marinette; I’m the princess!”
With a soft chuckle, Papa argued, “Every daughter is a princess, so even if I don’t always call you my princess, you always will be, mon petite Marinette.” Rubbing her nose affectionately with his own until she giggled, he then repeated, “Now tell me, Princess Marinette, what seems to be the trouble?”

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anonymous asked:

Ardyn izunia with a baby daughter Headcanons :3

Let’s see what happens!

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  • Ardyn actually worries and has heart for her. We know he doesn’t mind deliberately causing harm from here to there, but that’s towards his enemies. If we see back in his story, I do believe he has (or at least used to have) a good heart. I believe he had a super sweet heart and intentions back in the days before they betrayed him. So, of course, point number one is:
  • His daughter’s birth softens his heart.
  • Seriously softens it to the point you wouldn’t believe the stuff this man makes/has done before. 
  • He’s utterly and completely in awe when he finally sees her.
  • He’s single papa, but had the child since her birth.
  • He’s so shocked he can’t even speak or blink.
  • Did he just have a kid?
  • It’s a baby girl…it’s a girl…it’s his baby girl…
  • What is he supposed to do

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Princess Sherlock and the Pea

Once upon a time there was a clever princess named Sherlock. The king and queen wanted their daughter to marry a royal prince. Princess Sherlock, however, was adamantly opposed to the idea.

“Princes are not my area,” she said.

“Well, what about a princess, then?” suggested the king.

“I suppose I could consider marrying a woman,” said Princess Sherlock.

“We must be sure she is a real princess, though,” said the queen. “It’s unusual enough that you wish to marry a woman rather than a man. If the woman were not of royal blood, people would talk.”

“People do little else,” said Princess Sherlock.

“Be that as it may,” said the queen, “I will not have you bring scandal upon the palace. Whomever you marry must be a genuine princess. That is my final word on the subject.”

Princess Sherlock knew better than to argue with her mother when she took that tone. However, she also knew that she was clever enough to get her own way, regardless of what the queen might say.

Now, it so happened that Princess Sherlock already had someone in mind whom she wished to marry. John, the young woman who had caught her fancy, was not a princess. Nor was she a duchess, a countess, nor even a baroness. John was, in fact, as common as possible by birth, but that couldn’t have mattered less to Princess Sherlock.

John was noble in character. She was brave, loyal, and kind. In addition to these virtues, she was also quite beautiful. And, to top it all off, John was as smitten with Princess Sherlock as Princess Sherlock was with her.

But how could they convince the queen that John was of royal blood? Princess Sherlock was clever and tricky, but she knew that her mother was clever and tricky as well. Whatever scheme she concocted, her mother would be suspicious. If she were to successfully trick her mother, Princess Sherlock would have to be prepared for the queen’s counter-trick.

Princess Sherlock talked the situation over with John, and together they devised a plan. Then they waited until the weather was right to put their plan into action.

One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the palace door, and the king went to open it.

There was a princess standing out there in front of the palace. But, good gracious! What a sight the rain and the wind had made her look. The water ran down from her hair and clothes; it ran down into the toes of her shoes and out again at the heels. It was impossible to tell whether she was dressed in finery or rags. And yet she said that she was a real princess.

Well, we’ll soon find that out, thought the queen, but she said nothing. Instead, she went into the finest guest bedroom, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a pea on the bottom. Then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the pea, and then twenty eiderdown duvets on top of the mattresses.

The king treated John like a real princess, offering her all the hospitality of the palace. Once she had eaten and bathed, the queen showed her into the guest bedroom. John was surprised to see so many mattresses and duvets piled on the bed, but she assumed this must be a royal custom of which she was unaware, and so she did not comment upon it.

“Good night,” said the queen. “I hope you will sleep well.”

“Thank you,” said John. “I’m sure that I shall.”

Once the queen and king had retired to their own bed, Princess Sherlock slipped into John’s room. She took one look at the tall stack of mattresses and instantly deduced her mother’s plan. It was the work of a moment to share her own plan with John.

In the morning, over breakfast, the queen asked John how she had slept.

“Very poorly, I’m sorry to say,” John answered. “I scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that my whole body is sore.”

This statement convinced the queen that John was a real princess, because she had felt the pea right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eiderdown duvets. No one but a genuine princess could be as sensitive as that.

So, with her parents’ consent, Princess Sherlock married John; and the pea was put in the royal museum, where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it.


Written for the @hiatustory prompt: Femlock


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(I absolutely adored this idea, I love seeing my dear Prince being the absolute sweetheart that we all know he is~ And to have him be a sweetheart to a little kid, especially a little girl, ugh, so much diabetes; I love it to bits~ Also I headcanon that Zora birthdays are called hatchdays because they do age according to when a Zora hatches from their egg so yeah~ X3 Hope you like it @reignitedn7 Enjoy!~)

Princess For A Day

Word Counts: 3664
Warnings: Sweetness, Fluff, Children, Really long




“How could they forget…?” The little Zora girl mumbled to herself as she wandered out to the center of the town, taking out her frustrations on the pebble that happened to cross her path. With a swift kick she sent the pebble a short distance away from her, plopping into the pool of water that surrounds the statue of the late Princess. The girl didn’t need to look up to know that her assumption was correct, it had been there since she was hatched so there was no need to wonder.

The girl looked up and drew a little closer - her feet moving easily through the ankle-deep water feeling it splash a little against her scales -  to the great statue wondering what kind of person that Princess Mipha had been.

Surely she must have been very nice since everyone had adored her because they talked very highly of her. Stories about her beauty and gracious presence when she talked to others like she was ready to listen to all that troubles her subjects or about her healing magic that could mend any kind of wound or even her contributions to a group called the Champions as a powerful wielder of the spear. Pretty and strong she was truly the talk of the kingdom even though the Princess was not here anymore. The young Zora often witnessed others come to visit the statue of the late Princess throughout the day paying their respects to the radiant marble a clear sign that they miss her.

Adored and respected by everyone in the Kingdom and then some the girl thought that surely someone like Princess Mipha would’ve never had her Hatchday forgotten.

Letting out a soft sigh the girl hung her head and walked sitting down on the lower step of the statue’s stand that protruded from the water. Staring down at her feet that kicked lightly at the cool waters that engulfed her small feet making splashing sounds as they were raised and then let fall back into the water. The girl let out another sigh then thought to herself, maybe if she stayed here by the statue her parents would eventually come by and notice her.

Maybe then they’d remember what day it was.

After a short while of soaking her scaled feet in the water someone did approach her, however, it was definitely not one of her parents. She heard the person approaching before she saw him, the splashing water quickly giving him away and catching her attention.

The male Zora was very tall and she had to crane her neck back just to look up at him, eyes widening a little in surprise to see the Prince of the Zora making his way over. Strangely the adult seemed very happy to see her, though she had never really seen Prince Sidon without a smile on his face. From what she knew he was always a very happy nice person and she had played with him a couple of times when he came to play with her and the other children.

None of the other children were out today, though now that she thought about it she had only seen one or two other people wondering around the kingdom on her way here. Was something going on? Adults were always running around doing important things that the girl could never understand.

“There you are, young one, I’ve been looking for you.” The Prince said kneeling down in front of her surprising the young girl in question who stared rather curiously up at the larger man who still towered over her even while he was kneeling down.

“…Looking for me? Why were you looking for me Prince Sidon?”

“Well, I had to come and wish a lady good tidings on her Hatchday! Happy Hatchday!”

Curiosity quickly turned to happy shock when the Prince said this and the girl jumps up from her spot of sulking to hug the older Zora the best that she could with her significantly smaller arms. Somebody had actually remembered her Hatchday and the Prince nonetheless!

The little girl gasped softly and then broke away from the Prince bowing her head politely adding a timid, “Sorry,” since her mother had told her to act well-behaved around others especially the Prince. “It’s just nobody else remembered not even my mom or dad. I think they forgot it,” the girl said before sitting down in her sulking spot once again.

“Oh I’m sure that they didn’t forget it,” Prince Sidon said in a very kind voice as he sat down beside her but the little girl only huffed and kicked her foot in the water.

“They did! They didn’t even act like today was special at all, mommy just told me to go play and daddy didn’t even look at me. They probably don’t care about me anymore!” The girl knew that this was probably a mean thing to say about her parents but that’s what it felt like.

“Hey now, don’t say that,” Prince Sidon suddenly lifted the little Zora and sat her down on his knee so that the girl could be a little more eye level with him. “I know for a fact that your parents love you very much and they would never stop caring about you.” The Prince insists offering a big smile to the frowning girl.

“How do you know?”

Prince Sidon seemed to get a little nervous by this sudden question, like he was having trouble trying to answer which only made the girl more puzzled and curious. He fumbled a little for words but eventually managed a smile and just said, “Trust me,” which didn’t really answer he girl’s questions but he moved very quickly to the next subject not giving her very much time to ponder his words. “So Hatchday girl, what’re you planning to do to celebrate?”

The girl stared at the Prince for a moment then just shrugged her shoulders. She had been expecting to spend the day with her parents playing games together, going swimming at her favorite spot, laughing and having a fun time. That didn’t look like it was going to happen so she was clueless. The farthest she got wa sulking beside Princess Mipha’s statue and that was not very much fun.

“You don’t know? Hm, then perhaps we could play together,” the girl’s face lit up,

“That is if you want to, would you like that?”

“Yes please!” The girl chirped eagerly giggling as Prince Sidon stood up supporting her small form on one arm.

“Excellent! What would you like to do on your special day? Just say anything that your little heart desires.”

“Anything?” Prince Sidon nodded his head and the little Zora smiled wide. The girl tapped her chin in thought thinking long and hard about what game they should play; there were so many options how could she ever pick just one?

Out of the corner of her eye the girl caught the image of Princess Mipha’s statue and her mind started to wander back to how everyone loved the Princess and surely showered her in affection and gifts. She had been admired by everyone, the girl wanted to experience that kind of attention she would never be forgotten then. Turning back to face Prince Sidon she smiled and then spoke a little hesitantly, “I want to be a Princess…”

The Prince’s crest rose a little at this request and for a second the girl was worried that he was going to reject it. However, Prince Sidon didn’t once drop his smile and even let out a soft laugh that reassured her worries. “A Princess, you say? That’s quite the request young one. I think that can be arranged.”

The girl’s face lit up again and every trace of worry vanished from her face as she began practically bouncing up and down with excitement bubbling inside of her. “Really?” She exclaimed in utter disbelief and when the Prince nodded smiling just as wide the blue Zora giggled and then threw her arms up ecstatically. Though this action nearly knocked her off balance and off her perch on Prince Sidon’s arm, luckily he was able to keep her steady.

“Careful little one,” Prince Sidon laughed before he set the girl back down in the water before putting his hands on his hips and gazing down at her. “Now I can’t make you Princess forever so just for your special day I will grant you the title but before I do you must take a vow.”

The Prince bent down so he could be eye level with the girl again giving her a serious look that made her straighten up and give her own serious and determined look though it was clear that both were doing so in a playful way. “Do you promise to be generous, kind, humble to all of your subject, to only use your power for good, and most importantly have fun?”

The girl nodded her head furiously. “I promise!”

There was a moment where the Prince was silent and simply stared at the girl as if to make sure that she was being complete distance. The girl continued to put on her brave face, eyes sparkling with fierce determination and excitement; she wanted this more than anything else in all of Hylia. Prince Sidon nodded his head then smiled wide as he said, “Then I hereby proclaim you Princess for the day! All hail the Princess!” He kneeled and bowed his head to the girl as he spoke making her giggle at the older man’s silliness.

“Get up Prince Sidon,” the girl said still giggling.

The Prince laughed along but only rose his head as he spoke, “You are the Royal today, Princess. You can just call me Sidon, your loyal subject.”

With another giggle the little girl nodded in understanding then put her hands on her hips trying to stand tall and proud like a proper Royal but the smile on her face gave away her disguise. “Then rise my loyal subject,” the Princess said in her best Royal voice watching giddily as Sidon obeyed her command and stood up.

“So, my highness, as princess for the day, what is your first royal decree?”

The girl, newly-crowned princess, thought long and hard once again before she made her command though once again she found herself taken aback when it was accepted. Actually Sidon seemed very eager to agree to what she said looking off at something in the distance but she was much too excited to be swept off her feet. Before she knew it, the girl was being lifted up once again into Sidon’s arms before she is paraded cheerfully toward the palace entrance.

Eyes wide with anxious anticipation as Sidon passed right through the Kingdom to the entrance not being stopped by any of the guards to inquire about the little girl currently nestled in his arms. She became more and more nervous they closer they drew to the main entrance catching quick glances with a few of the guards. Their eyes focusing on her ride and then on her curiously but after a moment they would return to their business guarding or patrolling around. Never once did Sidon stop not even when they approached the open archway and passed by the two Zora guards posted outside.

A great thrill courses through the girl when they strutted right past them and she straightened up a little giddier that she had been led straight into the palace by the Prince himself. The entrance hall, also known as the throne room, looked just as extravagant as the other rare times she had come to see it. To be here without her parents was rather strange but the brand newness of it all filled her with a sense of pride that was quickly dashed away when she heard a voice that was quite hard to miss considering how it boomed throughout the room. It was stern but not angry and could be heard clear as day over the sound of the water gushing from the fountains and splashing water around the circular podium that Sidon now stood on.

“My son, who is this little one you have brought with you?”

King Dorephan. The girl couldn’t believe that she had forgotten all about the King especially when entering his palace. She had never gotten to meet him up close like this; only from afar when the Zoras gathered in this throne room for important announcements, or whispered by the adults. Kind and wise from centuries of holding the crown and ruling the land with a steady hand. Maybe, if he was nice as they say, he would not mind her intrusion or that Sidon had proclaimed her a princess. The girl tried to cling tighter to Sidon but the older Zora carefully maneuvered her from her safe perch and set her down on the ground where she timidly ducked behind his leg instead.

“Well this is my friend.” Those words alone made the girl smile and heart full with joy. Sidon continued, “Today is her Hatchday so we were going to play together in the palace as she wished to be princess for the day,” Sidon said looking up at his father before the girl noticed him glance down at her and nod his head. With uncertainty she took a small step out from behind Sidon’s leg but still kept her hand on him looking up at the massively large king shyly. “She’s very sweet and she promises to stay out of trouble, she took a vow after all, right Princess?” You nod your head looking up at Sidon then turning back to the King.

He chuckled in what sounded like a deep rumble gazing at her with his own sort of fond gaze though there was some other feeling mixed in as well she could not tell from her spot. “I hope you have a lovely afternoon then Princess, you are in good hands.” King Dorephan gave a bow of his head and the child felt it only right to give him a polite bow of gratitude in response though she could hardly contain her excitement.

Sidon thanked the King then held out his hand to the eager girl, joy now restored ten fold as she was lead out of the throne room and further into the palace; this was further than she had ever been and the idea was so exciting she couldn’t help but pick up the pace wanting to get inside as soon as possible.

“C’mon Sidon, let’s go,” she chirped trying to pull on the older man to get him to go faster but he seemed determined to whisper something to some other Zora which only made the girl more impatient. She turned around now gripping the Prince’s hand with both of her smaller ones to pull on the larger male urging him to move with her. “C’mon!”

Sidon laughed and then broke away from the lady Zora - who must’ve been a maid in the palace with how she bowed her head to the Prince - before suddenly swooping the girl off her feet which makes her let out a squeal of surprise being suddenly picked up. “Alright! My impatient little princess,” The man proclaims as he throws the girl up and then catches her in his arm rousing a round of giggles from her, “Let the fun begin


“Back monster, I am the Princess of this Domain and you will bow before me!”
The girl thrust forth her weapon - a dull training spear - striking the mighty beast before her directly into his stomach making him let out a cry of agony. Sidon stumbled back clutching the spear to his chest as if it had actually plunged into his flesh and fatally wounded him. “Curse you oh mighty Princess of the Zora!” He exclaimed before falling to his knees and then onto his side groaning and moaning from his “pain.”

The little girl giggled at Sidon’s act until he went still and the spear fell with a soft clang on the polished floor as he turns over onto his back tongue lolling out of his mouth truly committed to his role as a dead beast. She moved to stand over the head of her fallen foe and bent over gently tapping the tip of Sidon’s crest, “Wake up Sidon, we have more games to play!”

Sidon coughed and gasped as if that was the last breath of air he was ever going to take, “But how can I play when I have been slain?”

She giggled again and then moved over to Sidon’s side glancing up at him to see one of his eyes open and gazing down at her to see what she was doing but quickly closed it when the two Zoras met eyes. “The Princess declares that you will live again!” The girl proclaims before jumping on top of Sidon. The older Zora winces and immediately throws his arms up to try and soften the blow of the Princess’ body colliding with his own; sitting up with a groaning sort of laugh he lifted the girl off of him and set her down to the side.

“You are a lot heavier than you look your highness,” Sidon chuckles just as there is a knock at the door. A servant opens the door and looks at the Prince on the floor then to the young Zora girl standing beside him who shyly moves a little closer to Sidon. Her eyes then move to the mess of the room and the young girl thinks for a moment about the mess the servant would surely have to clean up.

The place had become her Royal playroom, in a way, and the games she had played with Sidon were spread out all around the space; there was the table where they had a lovely tea party, a bunch of fancy jewelry and silks draped over the couches that she had been allowed to dress up in, a practice bow - that had belonged to Sidon when he was young - along with a couple of dull arrows scattered about the room.

The girl hides behind Sidon when the servant entered, peeking her head - still baring some of the royal jewlery - out to peer at the female warily. “It seems like you have had fun,” she ducked behind her esteemed night when the servant looked directly at her. “I just came to inform the Prince that preparations are ready.”

Tilting her head curiously, the girl tried to decipher this strange information trying to figure out what the servant meant. Sidon didn’t have any trouble, he actually seemed to understand perfectly as he quickly stood up and thanked the lady for letting him know. Just what exactly was ready? Once the servant left, the young Zora found herself being swept off of her feet, rousing an enthusiastic giggle from her small body as she was spun around in the arms of the older male. “Let’s get going, your public awaits!”

It was hard to know what to expect as Sidon carried her further down nearly identical hallways - she definitely would’ve gotten lost in the palace if she didn’t have her guide -  her tiny heart jumping with anticipation every time they turned a corner, expecting something to be waiting for them on the other side. It wasn’t until they came to a grand doorway, even bigger than Sidon, that the male Zora finally stopped and her anxious feelings hit their peak wondering what was waiting for them beyond the doors.

She hadn’t realized how tightly she had been clinging to Sidon’s royal adornments until she felt his arm shake jogging her from her worries and focusing her attention back on him. “Now why does the princess look so scared?” The little Zora shrugged her shoulders fiddling with Sidon’s accessories until she was jolted from that action.

“No, no, no. Now that just won’t do,” he exclaimed setting her down on her feet in front of the door and examining her carefully. “A Princess doesn’t show when she’s scared, something is missing here… I’ve got it: a smile!”

“But Sidon-!”

He stuck out his finger, silencing her before she could say anything else. “No but’s, now you listen here Princess,” the male kneeled down to be at a better level with the smaller Zora, “Did you know the Mipha used to get scared a lot too?”

“No way.”

“Yes way, and I do too sometimes. But, even though she was frightened, you know what she always did?” The girl shook her head eyes beaming with curiosity. “She would smile, to make herself feel better and put her people at ease. So if you can smile even when you’re faced with something scary, well then I’d say you’d make an amazing Princess.” Sidon stood up grinning down at the girl who returned it with a timid one of her own.

“Perfect. Now, I’ll go in first and when you’re ready just knock and I want to see your biggest bestest Princess smile okay?”

“Okay!”

The girl giggled giddily as she watched Sidon carefully open the door just enough for him to slip through, giving her a thumbs-up before he disappeared inside. She waited a few moments for her giggling to subside and her lips would stop moving enough to let them settle in a chipper smile. When she finally felt ready she eagerly knocked just like she had instructed and the doors almost instantly swung open revealing a dazzling room full of decorations and people that she knew, including Sidon.

Sidon smiled wide and then bowed to the girl followed closely by her friends giggling to themselves, her parents who were smiling just as delighted that their plan had worked, and everyone else that had pitched in on planning this surprise party for her. All at once they chorused happily, “Happy Hatchday your highness!”

anonymous asked:

I love your work. It is a joy to read everytime(and honestly i've read them a thousand times). Don't care if j*nerys happens but so not here for the kneeling and boatbang. So sansa secretly loves him but he doesn't see her that way. She hears about boatbang and after the war for the dawn, to keep the north independent she decides to take a page out of olenna's book. As dirty as u wish but please please please don't make the end angsty. Take care. Love you for all the jonsa you gift us with.

I actually didn’t make this too dirty, but there is no angst here, and I also incorporated my last two digital colorings of Sansa just for fun!

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Recovered Jonsa Fic#21: A Tourney Favor Part 1

Part of my fic repost project, here’s one back by popular request!

Normally, Jon Targaryen would not think much of the object in his hand. A silk handkerchief like countless others he’d seen courtiers carry his whole life. This one, albeit, is very fine: edged in lace, with a direwolf, a dragon, and the initials SS embroidered with soft grey thread. A prince’s life is often filled with finery, even for a second son born of scandalous circumstances.

It’s not the only one that has been offered to him, but it’s the only one that matters, and he takes great care in tying it to the wrist of his gauntlet with the forget-me-not ribbon his lady cousin also provided. He’s never been a great devotee of the lance, preferring the sword, but today he is determined to win.

A few yards away stands his older brother, getting his armor checked over by a squire. His ornate dragon helm is nestled in his arm, and his handsome Valyrian features are twisted into a scowl. About his own wrist is the black and red favor of their Aunt Daenerys.

Most men would be thrilled to bear the favor of Daenerys Targaryen, one of the few ladies in the realm whose beauty was not exaggerated. And Jon suspects that Aegon always intended to wear their aunt’s favor. Daenerys has been Aegon’s unofficial betrothed for years, and is a remarkable young woman, as strong as she is lovely.

But that isn’t the point. The point is the expectations Jon’s pig-headed brother had.

In particular, that he’d have the pick of whichever lady he wanted, and among them would be Jon’s cousin.

Lady Sansa of House Stark made her formal introduction to the royal court six moons prior, serving as a lady to Jon’s sister, Rhaenys. The fourteen-year-old maiden from the North made a great  impression, to say the least. She found herself a highly treasured companion of both princesses and the subject of many a song. People whispered of her blue eyes, red hair, full lips, and porcelain skin and declared her the first real rival to Princess Daenerys in beauty. She’d even been nicknamed the Winter Rose by the court.

Aegon had been among those who had paid her great attention, inviting her for walks in the garden, seeking her as a dance partner at many a banquet, requesting songs from the minstrels that were written in her honor.

It angered Jon immensely. Aegon had a habit of breaking hearts and disrupting the households of their sister and aunt with his philandering. Not formally betrothed, Aegon was free to promise any girl the world. In addition, there were his classic Valyrian looks, his polished charm, and his status at court. Women tended to be putty in his hands. More than one young lady found herself in tears.

At first, it seemed Sansa was to be another victim. To be fair, she had good reason to believe Jon’s brother’s promises. A match between them would make plenty of sense politically. She was connected by blood to three of the Great Houses of Westeros, after all. Three Houses whose loyalty House Targaryen could stand to secure. It isn’t as if Sansa was anything less than an ideal royal bride.

Jon, Rhaenys, and Daenerys wasted no time, however, in enlightening her to the facts. King Rhaegar is obsessed with blood purity. Though he was savvy enough to dangle his eldest son’s hand as a way to entice powerful lords, he has intended for Daenerys and Aegon to wed since Dany’s birth. Aegon knows this.

Jon suspects that his half-brother would take a certain perverse joy in humiliating a daughter of House Stark regardless. After all, his mother suffered great humiliation and turmoil thanks to their father’s obsession with Jon’s mother, Lyanna Stark. Aegon likely would have considered that the perfect garnish to a beautiful conquest.

After being enlightened, Sansa thankfully began keeping Aegon at arm’s length. She entertained him just enough to keep him from suspecting Jon, Rhaenys, or Dany of anything (the crown prince’s temper being notorious). So, just last night, Aegon smugly marched up to Lady Sansa during a formal dinner and, in front of the entire court, requested her favor.

He was not the first to do so that evening. But while Sansa’s prior refusals lacked explanation, the denial she served Aegon did.

“I am honored, My Prince,” she said demurely, setting down her fork and wiping her mouth, “But I cannot.”

“Whyever not?!” Aegon sputtered. 

“It is promised to another,” she replied.

“Who?!”

“Your brother, Prince Jon.”

At first, Jon hadn’t felt too excited. He thought it merely a convenient lie Sansa made up to get out of favoring Aegon and slighting Daenerys. Then this morning she came to his tent personally to deliver it.

That alone was a surprise, as normally a lady would have a servant deliver her favor. But his cousin sent his squire outside and moved close to him. “I’m sorry for springing that on you, Jon. I meant to offer it to you when the dancing began, you see.”

“Offer it to me?” He’d replied, stunned. It was supposed to be the other way around. Sansa blushed.

“I know it is a bit improper but… I wanted it to be you. I made this special, see?” She unfolded the silk and traced the design of the dragon and the wolf with her finger.

Jon almost thought himself dreaming. He still does. Sansa stole his heart the moment she arrived at court. He’d not said a word, fearing rejection, fearing that he’d appear to be one of many or worse, no different than his brother. But for six moons he’s dreamt of red hair and blue eyes. 

She’d kissed him before departing to join the other ladies. Just on his cheek, but that is enough to make his head swim.

He’s never won a tourney before, but he intends to today.

Jon has never been the braggart type, but he cannot help grinning as he prepare to mount his horse for the first tilt. He cannot help but move his right hand about more than he normally would. He cannot help but take in every jealous face in the yard. After all, it wasn’t just Aegon who sought this prize.

Of all the men in court, Jon wears the Winter Rose’s favor. Even his father had to solicit Lyanna Stark’s affections. Jon’s mother didn’t offer hers to Rhaegar. But Sansa has offered hers to Jon.

Jon cannot help but beam. He spots Dickon Tarly, the son of the Lord of Horn Hill, near the watering trough. Dickon was another who sought Sansa’s favor. 

“My Lord of Tarly,” Jon says, striding over to the young man and holding up his wrist, “Is not my lady’s stitching finer than any you’ve seen?”

Dickon reddens. “She made it herself?”

“Aye, special for this tourney.” He unfurls one of the edges, revealing one of the dragon’s three heads. “You see? She added my sigil to it.” 

“Very fine.”

“That’s enough, Prince Snow!” 

Jon cringes at the sound of Jaime Lannister’s voice. “Prince Snow” was a nasty nickname Aegon crafted when they were boys, the joke being that Jon was actually a Stark bastard. It had gained popularity at court. Many of the men in the yard laugh at the Kingsguard’s barbs, Aegon loudest of all.

But for once, the words and the laughter bounce off Jon as if he were made of rubber. He grins. “I do not think one can truly boast enough in these circumstances, Ser Jaime. But I can see how a man who has only ever boasted his sister’s favor might not understand.”

More laughter, louder this time. Ser Jaime reddens. Jon beams.

background-oc-016  asked:

[Warning, Bad joke coming] If Eventide is the Princess of the sea... Does that mean that her subjects are Sea-Ponies? // But now seriously, not sure if exist some aquatic intelligent beings in the sea of Equestria, but as a Princess "of the sea" does that take "all the seas"? What about the ones from the other kingdoms and races? Not sure if they could like them to be now owned by a pony

Well, her mom is the Princess of the Moon and her aunt the Princess of the Sun. I think they’d be used to having ponies controlling things vital to them. Maybe not happy, but used to it.

As far as sentient sea beings… Perhaps the more accurate term would be “Princess of the Sea-surface” or “Princess of the Waves.” …I think I like that better. I’mma do a quick retcon.

“Caged Hearts” ch.5

Hey people, guess what? I am not dead! Sorry for the LONG wait, school intership and tests killed me without any mercy… but ehy, I’m back now and stronger than before (I guess?). In the next days I will post the third chapter of “The Forbidden Fruit”, don’t worry about it. Enjoy this chapter!

This AU belong to @king-branch, credits to them.

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Female Portrayals in Video Games

Recently Overwatch released a new character, citing complaintsof a lack of ‘body diversity’.  Now, Idon’t like the character but that’s for a variety of reasons and that’ll becoming at a later date.  No, what really botheredme was this argument and the implications for a common trend in representation of women in video games.

To add some context, I’m a gay woman and I want to be a game dev.  I’ve loved video games and been a gamer for close to 15 years.  And I really feel there are pressing issues with the arguments for ‘representation of women in video games’.  I’ve made similar rants about this general topic before and you can find my most successful one here.

If you’re concerned with women, body types, representation, etc, I suggest you give me a fair shake and read all the way to the end.  More under the break.

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Not Quite Disney AU (New Year, New AU Series) (Trixya) – Ellen Thwoorp

Summary- What if you’ve been told your whole life that on one specific day, in one specific place, you’ll meet your true love and they will break the curse placed on you when you were young? Now what if you get there only to meet another Princess who’s been told the exact same thing?

Princess Trixie and Princess Katya wait together for their true love only to realise they may be waiting for someone who’s already there.

A/N: How about a random ass Fairy-tale Au for ya nerves?

(In my fairy-tale Au PHDs exist, animals talk and giant vegetables make good bungalows… I don’t understand it either. Kinda silly but fun.)

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Picture Perfect - Chapter 14

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Chapter 14 - Excerpt

Oliver woke up because of the warmth.  He wasn’t just warm, he was suffocatingly hot and drenched in sweat.  

He tried to sit up, hoping to remove the blanket he was under to bring his temperature down, but the blanket was too heavy, he was trapped underneath it.  He clawed at the material in frustration and only then did he realize the problem: he wasn’t covered in just one blanket, he was covered in at least five of them.  No wonder he was soaked through his shirt and sweatpants.

Instead of trying to sit up again, he tugged the blankets up and over his head, breathing in relief at the instant cooling effect that freedom from his quilted prison afforded him.

He tried to sit up then, but something heavy was still on his legs, making the move difficult.  Propping himself up with his elbows, he located the culprit.  Felicity was laying with her head on his thighs and her upper body pinning down his shins, her legs thrown over the arm of the couch, contorting her body in a way that couldn’t have been comfortable considering she was on her side, her cheek against his thigh, arms wrapped around his legs, while her legs and feet were right-side-up dangling over the couch.  Seriously, how could she even get into that position?  His back ached just to look at her.

He shifted his legs underneath her, hoping that he might dislodge her or at least jostle her enough that she’d move on her own, but she didn’t.  Instead, she nuzzled into his thighs and tightened her grip, holding his legs like they were her own personal teddy bear.  And he absolutely meant the word nuzzled.  His morning wood grew as her face burrowed down into the space between his legs, and that was definitely going to be a problem.  He had to extract himself before she woke up and saw clear as day how much he desired her.

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No Matter What

Set post Realm of the Jacquins. Ever since her last encounter with the oracle, Elena has been plagued with nightmares of coming darkness— leaving her  distracted. Keeping the truth of the prophecy to herself, Elena had been shouldering the burden of what’s to come alone— until one night when a nightmare sends her wandering the palace halls, she runs into the one who was there when it all started— the one who may be able to convince her to share her burden with her friends.

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