btw sorry for the shittiness

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I GUARANTEE “CAN CITY” WOULD BE IN JEOPARDY IF THIS GUY HAD ANY GREATER INFLUENCE THAN BEING FRIENDS WITH THE MAYOR AT THIS POINT.

HE’S ADMITTEDLY PRETTY GOOD WITH MONEY. TOO GOOD. WE HAD TO GET SOMEONE ELSE WORKING BEHIND THE SCENES WITH HIM WHILE STARTING UP THE BANK SYSTEM, BECAUSE TROLL ALEXANDER HAMILTON OVER HERE WAS GOING TO SWINDLE EVERYONE OUT OF THEIR MONEY. CAPITALIST DOUCHE.

The day Aradir killed true love II Royal AU II Closed

@naganye

It was a little ridiculous to put so much effort, time and money into a birthday celebration while they were at war. But Xaver couldn’t make himself feel bad for it, even though he knew he should. He loved birthdays too much. 
Birthdays meant family and friends (though this year it was mostly family, considering most of his friends were currently fighting in said war, which he did not want to think about too deeply), dancing, handsome nobility (who were much better company than his husband), and most importantly: presents. Xaver loved presents. He couldn’t help that part of him either, though, again, maybe he should have. 
Sadly, the days surrounding his birthday never began with presents. They began with the most dreadful part: the welcoming of the guests, who all wanted three hour long conversations with him about topics he did not even remotely care about.
It was worse, now that Aradir was constantly around. Xaver could feel the hateful (and frightened) stares people gave his husband, just as well as the pitying and sometimes gloating glances they gave him. He didn’t want their pity. It would get him nowhere. Especially not out of this marriage.
Nevertheless he smiled at all of them, enduring the conversation that (almost) made him wish his birthday was over already.
Yes, he was absolutely delighted they could make it. No, he was still the same height as he had been last year. Yes, his dearly beloved husband was going to attend the festivities. Of course, why not? Well if they did not want to see him they would have to look away. A trick he had learned in marriage? Yes it proved so helpful. A laugh here, a laugh there. It was tiring. 

Xaver was about to fall asleep (he did not care much for the economicalbenefits related to the trade of vegetables and why peasants just simply could not be trusted with anything regarding tomatoes these days), when the doors to the great hall opened once more and two small children sweeped in, followed by two (much larger) adults. 
“Xi!” One of the two smaller humans, a girl wih a high pitched voice suitable for her age, called out and darted towards Xaver, her brother right behind her.
Up close they looked even more alike than they did from afar. They were almost similar in height (though the boy was a little bit taller than the girl, which she tried to make up for by standing on her tiptoes at all times) and both had wavy black hair and dark eyes. They looked nothing like Xaver who gave them a bright smile, dismissing his previous conversation, and picked up the girl, while the boy clung to his sleeve. 
“Raj, Chaya, don’t run like that. You’ll run into someone.” Xaver reminded them, halfheartedly, but only because their mother and Xaver’s aunt was currently frowning at them. She probably wasn’t all too happy about her children being so close to Aradir. Raj however seemed fairly pleased about that. He was still holding on to Xaver’s sleeve, bouncing up an down, his eyes fixed on the Vierr. “You’re so huge! If you stand on tiptoes, can you reach the ceiling?”

[ continued from this thing: ( X ) @spectacularwebslinger ]

Tell you what’s ( w r o n g ) ?? her voice questioning at low tones, whirling around immediately, her hand flattening against his chest and pushing back. She took a deep breath, anger digging from b e n e a t h her lungs, her chest warm with rage burnt from built up preservation. She tried. She honestly tried so hard. Another deep breath ( control your emotions. don’t blow up. ) god she was trying so hard.

No, Spiderman. Why don’t [ Y O U ] tell me what’s so desperately wrong ?? ( with me. say it. i know you want to. ) You’re the solution to New York City’s [ every problem ]. Go ahead. You seem to be making ( THE BEST. ) reckless decisions lately. More. Do m o r e. Her voice hadn’t raised in volume. It just got more strained, as if she were holding [ b a c k ] what she wanted to say, but look at her EYES. Her usually so warm brown eyes were lit with a lethal flame that threatened to ( light. ) a terrible explosion no one would have wanted to SEE.