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In the Rough

(based on this) part 1 (you are here), part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6



There’s a lot about Mari that Yuuri loves. In fact, he’d go so far as to say that he loves his sister more than almost anyone else, except maybe his parents. Despite their six year age difference, neither of them have ever had any other kids to really interact with. As such, each of them were the other’s best and only friend. But the fact has always remained that Mari is older than Yuuri. One day, he’s always known, she will be the queen of Yutopia. What he didn’t expect was for that day to come so quickly, or have such a profound effect on their relationship.

It was gradual at first: Mari turning him away from her door when he asks her to help him with his studies, Mari spending more and more time in the library with her own when she was never the best of students before, Mari lashing out at him when he actually gets the courage to press for her attention occasionally. Time and again, Mother assures him that it’s just the responsibility of being the crown princess that’s weighing on her. Still, Yuuri can’t help if he’s lonely.

That’s what led to this.

“Not now, Yuuri.” Mari is sounding increasingly irritated with him, but he can’t really seem to stop himself. It’s been months since they’ve had a proper conversation.

“It will only take a minute, I promise!”

“I don’t have a minute!” she finally snaps, rounding on him. “I don’t have a minute to myself because the coronation is so soon. What on earth makes you think that I have time to spare for you? Don’t be such a clingy child!”

Yuuri silently curses the way his eyes well up with tears. “I… Excuse me.”

“Yuuri, wait. I didn’t mean–” He can hear her calling out to his back, but the words don’t really register.

Being too overbearing has always been Yuuri’s biggest fear; he’s emotional and soft in a way that no self-respecting royal should ever be. Mari knows this, and used it against him. He really must be too much if she of all people is telling him so. He can just leave her alone until after the coronation. Maybe longer, if it looks like she’s feeling too overwhelmed by his presence. He has an outfit that he uses sometimes when palace life is too much for him and he sneaks out to go to town. He can use that to sneak out. He can take a horse, a sword, and some money, and hide out somewhere until everything blows over in a couple of months.

It doesn’t take Yuuri long to slip past the guards and get off the castle grounds. He’s done it countless times before, once even smuggling Prince Phichit out with him. He slips out the back way, through the forest. Everyone in town knows his face, and most of his subjects do too; it will be best to avoid people for a while.

Of course, that doesn’t mean that he’s brave enough to stray from the path. The woods between this and the next kingdom are deep, and more than one traveller has gotten lost within them, or attacked by robbers. If his maps are right, he’ll be able to get to the next kingdom within a fortnight.

Sleeping on the forest floor is irritating, but hardly anything new; this isn’t the first time that Yuuri has disappeared for a few days, even if it’s the first time that he’s planning on leaving the kingdom without permission. By the eighth day, Yuuri’s rations are beginning to get a bit low. He’s grimy, there are leaves and twigs in his hair, and his ratty cloak is rattier than ever. Still, he doesn’t turn back. At this point, going home would create more distress than it would relieve. If need be, he can just… kill a rabbit or something. There’s a stream less than ten minutes from the path, and making a fire is no problem. He can make it to the next kingdom.

The sound of a carriage jolts him out of his thoughts. He darts back into the trees, hiding in a bush. He still hasn’t crossed the Yutopia border, so it’s possible– probable, even –that the driver of that carriage knows who Yuuri is. As the carriage draws closer, Yuuri can make out little details that start to change his mind. Its blue, for one thing, and only a single carriage; most trader caravans are made up of several plain wagons with faded paint.

Yuuri hears rustling behind him. In less than a second, the quiet rustling becomes shouting. Bandits. Seven men attack the carriage from all sides, one even jumping from a tree to land on top of the carriage. Yuuri doesn’t even realize that he’s drawing his sword until it’s already out.

The door to the carriage flies open and two men– one man and one boy, really, no more than thirteen –jump out, weapons drawn and ready. The boy shouts something that sounds like “Stay the fuck there or I’m telling Dad,” but Yuuri can’t focus too much on him. He’s taken down one of the robbers, but there’s another one coming at him.

It takes the three of them nearly twenty minutes to knock out all of the robbers, and when they do, they’re panting.

“Thank you for the help.” The dark-haired man from the carriage holds out his hand for Yuuri to shake. “We might not have made it without you.”

“It–It was nothing, really.” Yuuri holds up his hands, as if that will deflect the praise. “I was just trying to help. Anyone would have done the same.”

“Tch.” The boy sheaths his sword. Now that Yuuri has a chance to look at him, he’s amazed. The boy is beautiful, almost fairy-like, but he fights like a demon. He’s also dressed like a royal. “At least you didn’t get in the way.”

Yuuri doesn’t quite know how to respond to that, but as it turns out, he doesn’t have to. There’s a laugh from inside the carriage and someone else exits. This man is definitely a royal, and it’s possible that he’s even more beautiful than the boy. They must be related, with their strangely colored hair and eyes.

“That’s high praise coming from you, Yuratchka.” The man looks Yuuri up and down, and Yuuri has to force himself not to blush. “I’ve decided. He’ll be my new bodyguard. I’ve been needing a new one, and I can’t bear to see my beloved younger brother fight on my behalf anymore.”

The man swoons dramatically, but it looks like he’s actually about to fall. Neither of his companions make a move to catch him, and neither does the driver, a woman with bright, fiery red hair. Yuuri is there before he knows it, catching the man before he can actually fall to the ground.

He finds himself looking into the most piercing pair of eyes that he’s ever seen. His eyes inexplicably heat up and Yuuri can tell that if he looks for too long, he’ll be overwhelmed; those eyes can see straight into his soul.

“Be careful,” Yuuri manages.

The man flicks a piece of silver hair out of his eyes and smiles, standing up straight. “Yes, he’ll do nicely. I’m keeping him.”

He ends up on the floor a second later anyway, courtesy of the flying kick that the boy– his younger brother, Yuuri reasons –aims at his back. “Don’t just assume that some random man in the forest is trustworthy enough to be your bodyguard! Think this through, old man!”

“I’m only twenty two,” the man pouts from the ground. “You’re so mean, Yuratchka. Besides, he saved my life, and he doesn’t seem to have anywhere to go. Dad will allow it.”

Yuratchka rolls his eyes and walks over to the carriage. “Whatever. You might want to ask him what his name is before you ask him to risk his life for you though.”

The door slams and Yuuri is still a little confused. The man is still on the ground, the dark haired man from earlier is sheathing his sword without a care in the world, apparently used to this sort of behavior.

“He has a point!” Silver-Haired Man bounces up and picks the twigs out of his hair. “If you’re my new bodyguard, I must know your name.”

“Yuuri,” he says without thinking. Then he realizes that giving his true last name could be a very bad idea. “Yuuri… Nishigori.”

Silver-Haired Man introduces himself as Victor Nikiforov, the crown prince of the neighboring kingdom. The fairy-like boy with the foul mouth is indeed his brother, Prince Yuri. The other man is Georgi Popovich, Yuri’s personal bodyguard, and their driver is called Mila. The four of them have apparently been travelling together nearly all of Yuri’s life.

The reality of what he’s just inadvertently agreed to doesn’t hit until he’s sitting in the carriage with them later: he’s agreed to become the personal bodyguard to the crown prince of the neighboring kingdom, who would no doubt know his name but not his face. Yuuri can’t help but wonder how he’s going to get himself out of this one without causing himself and everyone around him massive embarrassment.

Luckily, he has several months to come up with a solution.

Ch136 Hak

since our thunder baby wasn’t able to produce anything beside like 4 lines that told nothing about the chaos going inside him, let me most humbly volunteer to try being his voice. he really has so much going on in this chapter. 

this is the most vulnerable state for hak since he met the dragons. no, much more than before that. because then, his family wasn’t held hostages, they didn’t depend on his success in an almost impossible mission to avoid execution either. however, like you would guess, he can’t show that. not just because of his bad habit of bottling things up, but because he has to be strong for yona. what we could else guess? hmm, yes, maybe that he is in desperate need for an ally to rely on. 

oh yes imagine his relief when he saw min soo! what else to guess? that this is maybe the worst time ever for him to discover another betrayal? surely even worse if it was from someone he thought of as a ray of hope just a moment ago. 

there was no more suitable time for min soo’s revelation. really. 

he honestly couldn’t accept it. no, not another betrayal from someone he trusted awfully much, he told himself there must be reasons, they couldn’t do this to him they must have been forced.  

but they weren’t. they were fooled but they aren’t completely guiltless. you say “but min soo did nothing wrong!” for the most part i agree, and yona apparently does too, but what about hak? we didn’t really get his opinion on the matter. what we got was many pained expressions.“so he was caught in the mess but why didn’t he ever tell me he knew soo won for so long?” or something like that i guess. 

he was shaken to the core,

that he did the one thing he absolutely didn’t want to do.

his face may not say a lot, but his actions show just how much vulnerable, unstable and desperate he is right now. all the people he knew in the castle and trusted? he can’t trust a single soul of them anymore. he frantically looked for the only people in this whole country whom he can still trust without doubt. honestly, in part, there may have been a doubt, he maybe wanted to prove to himself such people still exist 

his reply here is off. yona clearly is being concerned about the wind tribe’s safety and he basically goes “yes they will listen to me no matter what” no.. she isn’t questioning their loyalty to you.. it’s more like he is addressing himself, not her.

and amid all that, in his most shaken state, when he is desperately clinging to things to hang on, this happened. 

min soo’s little visit may not have been in the most appropriate time but this was. kusanagi is slowly stripping hak of every guard, and now making him see this, that yona moved forward, that he can finally be allowed to act upon his feelings for her, will soon spin things between these two i believe. 

there is, however, one more issue to overcome before any hope of change for them. it’s high time hak developed higher sense of value about himself. you see, the main reason he is so in denial about his feelings for yona isn’t because of her feelings for soo won, but because of how little he thinks of himself. he thinks he doesn’t deserve to love her let alone have her love. he is still struggling to allow himself the little privilege of one-sided, unrequited love. there is no way he will simply ask for more. there is no way he will nod and accept even if she is the one to confess. 

hak needs to develop first so yonak could make any progress as a couple. just like yona did, he also needs to move forward. and i believe this is where kusangi is heading to now.

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Akatsuki no Yona chapter 137 “To our allies” summary with pics

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Belle/Adam and children

alternative title: I Can’t Believe My First Proper Contribution To A Fandom After So Many Years Is Fucking Disney Headcanons

also, this got really out of hand. still.. enjoy?

- Belle doesn’t want to have children for another ten years, and that makes everyone, literally everyone in the village Upset™ (bc nothing, even a thought goes unnoticed in a village, apparently) [okay, her father isn’t upset, but he doesn’t really get it either]

-  Adam does want to have children, but he understands Belle and respects her wish – he thinks she’ll make a marvellous mother (he’s seen her plenty around children) once she’s ready

- and besides, he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to give his children all the love he wants to give them; he’s not afraid of turning into his father anymore, now that he has Belle, but he’s terrified of not being enough

- Belle figures that out after a while, and even though it breaks her heart, it also makes her even more determined to show him just how happy he makes her, their friends, their people

- (on that note, Adam definitely has a praise kink)

- (but he enjoys praising Belle - and watching her reaction - as well? basically their communication during sex is A+, 10/10, would recommend)

-  but anyway, as effective contraception was basically non-existent as a term back then, and despite their being bright and well-read and everything (Belle a genius, even), there isn’t a solution they could come up with that would really work

-  (besides not having sex at all, obviously, but knowing themselves that’s so impossible/ridiculous a thought they don’t even say it out loud, just dismiss it for good)

- so Belle ends up visiting the Enchantress, despite their shared mistrust

-  ..and they have this amazingly thorough and comforting talk; by the end of it Belle is visibly more open and more forgiving

-  the Enchantress gives Belle the herbal+magical equivalent of a birth control pill basically, and they part on relatively good terms

-  but now Belle just wants to have sex all the time, which is really adorable/very hard to resist if you ask Adam

-  of course he knows she’s done something, and as Belle won’t tell him what’s this sudden, miraculous ’solution’, he can’t help but worry

-  she gets so annoyed she just kind of blurts it out one morning, and immediately regrets it

-  Adam goes from mildly worried to full-on panicking in about two minutes; he isn’t loud or dramatic for once – he becomes uncharacteristically quiet, and he looks so, so lost and afraid

-  Belle tries to convince him that it’s fine, everything is fine and the Enchantress wouldn’t have a ’reason’ to curse him/them this time – but it sounds really half-hearted the more desperate and guilty she becomes (he’s looking at her with big blue eyes, and when she moves to draw him into her arms, he’s shaking, holding onto her as if someone was to take her away if he let her go)

- that night, he kisses her, stroking her back as if she was the porcelain doll she very much isn’t, and refuses to do anything else – he doesn’t sleep a wink, either

- the next day there are as many as six physicians in the castle, and Belle huffs and grits her teeth in annoyance, but lets them examine her, looking for any physical sign of a curse

- they don’t find anything, and Belle nearly cries at Adam’s joyous, relieved expression when she tells him

- weeks pass, and although they are still just as affectionate as before, there’s this hesitation, unsureness between them that Belle hates more than anything – she can see Adam doesn’t like it, either

- she decides she’s had enough after a month of this, takes a deep breath, and tells Adam she’s ready to have children after all, they needn’t be that careful

- Adam knows it’s not entirely untrue, but also sees that stubbornly set jaw, that brave, upturned face, and decides to visit the Enchantress himself

- he comes back only slightly less terrified, but he kisses her palm and folds her fingers around the small vial, and Belle feels his trust heavy and sweet in that palm as he leans down to kiss her properly

- things grow.. easier in the next few years, between them and the Enchantress

- however, it’s not until the birth of their first child, healthy and perfect, that the last traces of worry fade from Adam’s eyes

- he still insists on co-sleeping with the baby (at least until Belle has recovered), and Belle, utterly in love with the child and now feeling confident enough to be a parent her mother would be proud of, agrees

Broken Crown - Part 4

Pairing: Jon Snow x Reader

A/N: Apologies for taking so long. Please forgive me. I’m trying my best. 

Summary: Life without Y/N is hard on Jon and their Kingdom. 

Part One - Part Two - Part Three 

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He had never known a Winter so cold until the one without her. By his side is where she was meant to be, and yet, the world was cruel enough to not allow that. They had just gotten back to the life they wanted for each other. He had hope that they would try for another family soon. Now, there was the possibility that he’d end up alone again. 

Jon Snow, the bastard turned King, now wears a broken crown as his wife fights to stay alive. 

From the moment, the sun rose to the time it set, Jon’s friends and family could find him sat next to her bed, fingers curled around hers while his head stayed bowed in silence. His stream of thoughts was an endless sea of sorrow as he considered what would happen to him without her. 

At this point, he could care less about the kingdom as long as Y/N came out of this alive. He’d go off and live in a cave with her for the rest of his life if it meant he could have her. 

With Sansa nursing her newborn and Ser Davos focused on making sure their kingdom was secured from any dragons, they had delegated the job of being Jon’s shoulder of support to Tormund; and the job had proven to be more difficult than fighting an entire army of wights.

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Jungkook Scenario: Shared Fates - Part 2.

Request: Girls hello!! I love everything about this blog❤️❤️ you have no idea! Can i request jungkook being a prince? But i want something a bit different like y/n saving Jungkook? Something that is different and a little funny and romantic too! Is this too much? Maybe y/n can be a bandit and she thinks the prince is full of himself but helps him get over a difficult journey. I will be so happy if you can make this❤️

Genre: Fluff.

Part 1


-We will keep your secret, so don’t worry-

Jungkook and you looked at each other from the corner of your eyes, you didn’t know what had given him away, but the couple knew. You really didn’t want to do it, but how could you risk taking him to safety if someone knew his identity? You had a hand on your dagger, but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn around and do it, they had been too kind, they were nice people. Your breath got caught in your throat and Jungkook grabbed your wrist making you loose your grip on your dagger.

He turned slightly. -What do you know?-

They looked at each other and knew you were going to regret this, they were kind but they were fools. 

-That she’s a girl- the woman said, noticing you two were tense she had a rather nervous pitch. -But we won’t tell anyone, we know it’s best for her, for the travel-

A girl, that’s what they knew. You sighed heavily, Jungkook doing the same.

-You seem relieved- the man smiled. -Don’t worry, you’re doing the right thing, your girl there will be safer if she hides like that-

He nodded and you two went outside, not bothering correcting the man on his erroneous remark about you being Jungkook’s, all you wanted was get out of the farm as fast as you could.

That afternoon everything was going well until the cart broke. It fell in a trench and the wheels broke like crackers. Jungkook tried to fix it, which in all honesty impressed you, you wouldn’t have thought he’d be willing to collaborate on these things but he crouched down and tried to repair the cart but it was too far damaged for him or anyone to do something.

-We have to keep going, later on we will find a place to sleep, maybe find another horse, but we can’t stay here-

He agreed, you threw his fancy cape on the horse’s back which you figured would like that since the velvet would cushion the weight a bit more, you arranged the few belongings and food you carried in the saddlebags and you were ready to go. But you only had one horse.

-I’m a better rider than you, I’ll lead- you said making him snort. -What?-

-I’m a better rider, I was the best in the castle and surely I was the best in the tournaments-

You rolled your eyes. -That doesn’t mean anything, have you rode for your life after being chased by other riders?-

Jungkook narrowed his eyes and leaned to your height. -Have you fought with a sword while being chased? I can control the spear, the bow and the sword while riding a horse-

You glared at him -That doesn’t mean you are better rider- you pointed at his injured arm with your chin. -Besides, you’re wounded, can’t let the poor hurt prince ride like that-

You mounted on the horse and Jungkook was left looking at you baffled. -You know you act like I did something to you-

You didn’t look at him and just hurried him up. -I’m trying to take you safely-

He mounted behind you, the horse moving a little adjusting to the new weight, Jungkook also shifting his position until he was comfortable enough. -Don’t do me any favors-

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Eye of the Hurricane: a Draco Malfoy x Reader Imagine

Requested? Yes (a quick note, this was a requested to be paired with “I Don’t Love You” by MCR, so it’s a bit dramatic. You can read with or without music, it will make sense either way, but I feel the music may enhance emotion within the piece)

In this imagine, the reader and Draco Malfoy hit a rough patch as the war begins. Vicious fights and survival are at the center of this story, as well as love, or a lack of love for protection. Sides are chosen, winds are high, and lives are at stake. All is calm in the eye of the hurricane, but even moments of peace must pass.

Y/N - your name
~~~ - indicates the passage of time

Warnings: language, dark content (death, violent arguments, confrontation, war)

Word count: 1,610

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“Why are you acting like this?” I don’t even try to wipe the tears from my cheeks.

“You know nothing, I’m not acting like anything. This is me Y/N!” Draco opens his arms wide, voice raised angrily.

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Basing on this post from @amalgamoffaces  that i quickly accepted to be my headcanon but with a little change in it

(I apologize for this horrible english)

- So, the old Paladins had to be equals. Both the Galra Empire and the Alteans were strong in the Universe - and since there were two Alteans Paladins (the Yellow One and the Blue One) there had to be at least the same number for Galra (and since in my headcanon King Alfor was the Yellow Paladin, then of course there had to be another king as Paladin)

-Enter the Black Paladin (you know who am i refering to) and the Red Paladin. Friends, brothers, cousins, I don’t care what they were: they were close.

-The Green Paladin was of another Alien Race - they didn’t care about being the only Paladin of their race, because they were pretty much the meeting point of the others, a neutral in two different races so different

-Things go well, everything is fine ‘till Zarkon decides he wants power and etc etc etc. The war starts with a big fight- a fight in which Zarkon manages to escape and afflicts serious harm to his enemies, but the Paladins manage to capture the Black Lion.

-The Red Paladin is put under arrest immediately - but after reasoning King Alfor understand that he doesn’t have anything to do with the action of Zarkon. The Red Paladin pledge is alliance with Altea - because they were attacked without a motivation, and for reasons of greed, and at the time the Empire Galra was not controlling all the universe, therefore not all Galra were indoctrinated with evil shits: he’s not the only one to fight against Zarkon, but of course, being a Paladin he’s a symbol.

-Without a Black Paladin, there cannot be Voltron - that was what Zarkon was hoping, but apparently (as seen in the show, since Shiro is a Paladin but Zarkon is still alive) the Black Lion doesn’t wait for his death to choose another Paladin. And therefore, just as a substitute, the fierce and capable daughter of King Alfor is chosen to be a Paladin - Allura of Altea.

(Based on the fact that she always says “we must form Voltron”, even in the flashback, and the fact that Allura WAS a Paladin in the original show. She probably doesn’t talk about it because she’s not able to, not with all the things that happened in the war) (Also because she feels that Shiro is a better candidate for the Black Lion than her, and doesn’t want to make him doubt himself) (give me all your Paladin!Allura HC please)

-The war is hard, and quick. Zarkon has a lot of power and numbers in his army, but Altea has allies and Voltron. They resist, until Zarkon starts to attack their allies - both the ones who supported Altea militarily and the ones that could have helped even in a civilian way

-One of this planet was the Green Paladin’s one, that’s when King Alfor understands that Zarkon doesn’t care anymore about their friendship - he will not only conquer their planet, he will destroy them all

-In the mean time, life still continue, because war is not everything, and that’s why the Red Paladin and the Blue Paladin fall in love. Blue Paladin discovers she’s pregnant, but decides to hide it - she doesn’t want to end this miracle but she also wants to fight along the others Paladin and form Voltron

-Of course her secret disturbs their link - and therefore they lose battles, can’t form Voltron, until she’s hurt and medical examinations points out the pregnancy

-Red Paladin is furious because Really??? While pregnant??? You could have hurt yourself!!! I’m the rash one wtf why didn’t you tell me???

-Blue Paladin still wants to fight and convince King Alfor to let her form Voltron until the last months of the pregnancy (probably different from the Human one, but of course the last months are hard for every mammalian specie)

-The baby is an healthy boy who, with the powers of his Altean side, change automatically his look to represent first his father, then his mother. It continues just like that for the first months - until it takes an “half” appearence - of course he still can change his form, but only if he wants.

-While Allura is a Paladin, a Princess and therefore interested in the war and the strategy there are things that his fathers wants to hide to her - little things, harsh things, like the destruction of a planet that she loved, or of some friends - things that he’s able to hide without affecting Voltron. In some important meetings, secret meetings, passed as simple reunions, Allura isn’t allowed - she thinks they don’t concern her, so she passes the time training - or playing with the little child of the two Paladins. She loves to stay with him, as she loves children and he’s adorable

-But in the end, we all know how the war ends

-There is an attack - an harsh attack, directly to Altea. The Blue Paladin and the Green One are fighting alone outside because the Red One was injured - not a big injury, but still enough to affect his way of fighting. They are losing, and both Allura and the Red One ask the King to go and form Voltron - we need to, or we will lose, who cares about the injury, I can still fight- -listen to him father, we need to form Voltron we need it now!-


-But King Alfor understand what he has to do, even if we know he was wrong. He calls back the Paladins in the fight - tell them to hide their Lions. He then send to sleep Allura - and set her with Coran in the Castle, with the Black Lion, to sleep until the war is over to save them.


-When he goes to send the Yellow Lion away - alone, in an hurry and in autopilot, because he cannot leave his people, and that’s why the Yellow Lion was easily found by the Galra Empire - it wasn’t hidden well, not enought, Red Paladin stops him.

-“Are we surrending? You saved your family. What about ours? What about mine?”


-But the King can only apologize, full of regrets. That’s a war they’re not winning - not now.


-Red Paladin is furious. He doesn’t go to hide his lion (and that’s why the Galra Empire has it). He goes to take his son, and then to find his wife


-His wife, who’s preparing the Blue Lion to be sent away, and is surprised by his arrival “What are you doing with him?”


-Red Paladin explain it all - they need to save at least their son, he would die here, Zarkon doesn’t care about the son of a traitor and an enemy - even if they were friends (or, in some headcanons, family?). Blue Paladin agrees, but she doesn’t want to go with him. “I have a duty as a Paladin” she explain “To protect the Universe, and protect my people.”


-She puts the boy in the Blue Lion, in a capsula which will freeze him for years - so he will survive the war, and if she survive, she will go back and find him.


-Galra manage to invade the place, kill the King, kill the Green Paladin who just happened to have sent the Lion away (they stayed long enought to set the autopilot to a secret location, and while it costed their life, they managed to hide well their Lion),  kill everyone. They arrive in the launch chamber, with the intention of killing the Paladins and take the Lion


-The Paladins  fight, protecting their son and eachother, but they’re both injured, again.


-Blue said that she will send away the Lion now, and that she’s happy to die by his beloved side


–But the Red Paladin doesn’t want that


-He push her in the capsula too, because he not only knows that the boy will need someone with him, but he wants to save her - he loves her, “who cares about betraying our people, King Alfor did with his action!


-She cannot do anything - she and her son are both frozen before any action. They’re sent in autopilot with the Blue Lion to planet Earth - and in the meantime, the Red Paladin is killed.


-They arrive on Planet Earth and they sleep, and sleep, and sleep


-Until they unfroze, because the Red Paladin set a max. time and that time expired


-Blue Paladin managed to exit the lion with her son in her arms - injured, confused, she doesn’t know where she is


-She stumble out of the hidden place, she walks in the desert, a trail of blood behind her


-The first thing she sees is an ad panel, the big ones, with an asiatic woman on it. She uses her power and life force to exchange herself, and then ask his son to do it too. He complains, not understanding what happened, what’s going on, but she makes him promise to never change back - not until her permit


-Finally she arrives at the borders of a little town - and she fells. Humans arrives, try to save her, but the only thing Blue Paladin can say is “Help him”, and the name of the boy, and her name just because a kind woman asked. 


-She doesn’t survive the night


-The name of the boy was difficult to understand or pronunciate - it was not an Altean one, but a Galra, and therefore what the humans understood, the humans called the child - Keith


-They call the police and social services - no one understand where the woman came from, or who injured her - they have many theories, lots stupid, lots strangely near the truth


-In the end they realize that she was probably running away from something dangerous - organized crime, for example. Maybe she was a prostitute who tried to escape her life.


-Good foster families tryes to hide this theory. Bad families reproach Keith with it when they’re hungry


-The only one who doesn’t do that is Shiro - a new friend of Keith, who just says “if it’s true, then you should be proud. She tried to save you, she escaped and she was brave, right?”


-From that moment on, Keith doesn’t really cares about who is mother was - he just knows she had to be the bravest woman on earth. 


-Of course, Keith forgets about everything - he was too little to remember, and the trauma didn’t help. The only thing is mind remember unconsciously is an order. “Don’t change back”


-But space and flying and aliens always calls him so in the end he finish in the Garrison and


-We know how it ends from here


-Strange things starts to happen while he’s a Paladin - like, he used his human and to active a Galra sytem? And then Pidge says that Allura needs Shiro because only Galra hands can activate the system? No there must be a coincidence. And the purple skin. And the infamous Zarkon’s line. And the dreams, about foreign languages and voices, about someone who he forgot long ago


-Also Keith never liked his body? Never found himself good in it? He tried to talk about it with the others - Pidge, of course, Hunk, even Lance. But it’s not gender - he likes to be a man, and it’s not a problem with racism - he doesn’t feels bad because of what human said about his race. No, it’s okay with that, of course, it’s just… something he can’t understand?


-Then they find the Red Paladin’s memories, hidden in a computer just like the King. Maybe it was Zarkon who did it, because he still cared a little about his former friend/family, maybe the Paladin did it before the last battle, who knows

-And the Paladin tells Allura how he saved his wife and son - and Allura of course is shocked, because there might be other two Alteans apart from Coran and her - Alteans from before the war, Alteans she knows


-That’s when the Red Paladin say the Blue Paladins name and Keith is “The Blue Paladin was called just like my mom?”


-He doesn’t understand the connection, of course


-But the Red Paladin, or the projection of course, look at him and he sees his son even under the human disguise


-Coran insist to make some exams - to see his dna


-And that’s when Keith knows - and that’s when, finally, he stop following that order


-And Keith is not human anymore - but he’s not even Altean, or Galra. He’s half, with something he conserved from his human disguise, like that bloody mullet


-Finally he’s okay with himself, finally he understand


-“Shiro, you were wrong. My mother was brave, but not the bravest of the Earth - her and father, they were the bravest of the Universe

Cyrus/Silas Married Life Headcanon

I’m a bad person who lies about deadlines ugh, I think I might need to rework my schedule if I’m going to keep being late -_- Anyways, I added kids to this one because everyone loves a papa Cyrus <3 Also,I FUCKED UP ON CYRUS’ BACKGROUND. I thought he was a peasant turned knight but nope he’s from a noble family. FML my face at 4000 words in when i read the Charlotte support was literal death take me now. So think of this as a slight AU married life? oh god the cyrus fans are going to kill me Err, so enjoy non friend zone buddy, Cyrus!

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❤️ Cyrus was not a noble in any shape or form. He was born in the back of the barn during a stormy night, his mother was a plain serving wench while his father was supposedly a hand in one of the nearby farms. Growing up, his parents were too busy trying to stave off starvation to teach him anything like proper decorum or propriety. There was no need of such things in the peasantry and thus, it was quite apparent when he married Kamui that he was not like the other noblemen.

Though he trained as a knight all his life, he only expected to serve nobles with his sword, not with his words. He certainly wasn’t as eloquent or charismatic as the other Nohrian nobles who spent their entire lives dedicating themselves to talking politics and charming the court. His speech riddled with mispronounced words, crude wit and tasteless slang that gave away his commoner birth. Upon his input on any discussion, the noblemen would turn up their noses and the noblewomen giggled in mockery behind their fans. Yet Kamui adored his accent, his supposedly simple words were soothing and rich to her ear, the sound of it always bringing a sense of delight and happiness into her heart. “When I hear your voice,” she whispered to him as they huddled together on the palace balcony, “I can feel safe again.”

He knew nothing about noble dances, his feet that stood strong and sturdy on the battlefield suddenly become inept and clumsy as he stepped on Kamui’s foot again. His lack of rhythm and tone deafness become infamous in the noble court as each time he brought Kamui to the ballroom dance floor, couples would quickly move out of the way to avoid being bruised by his stumbling movements. After each royal ball, he would spend hours massaging Kamui’s aching feet, apologizing to her with rapid words and countless kisses, cursing at how hopeless he was with his two left feet. Yet she would just laugh it off, cupping his face in her hands while pelting him with countless kisses. “When I dance with you,” she laughed as he once again, spun her into another stone pillar, “I can feel alive again!”

He knew nothing about noble etiquette, his own actions stemming from what seemed like common sense for a peasant. At royal dinners, the countless spoons, knives and forks placed around his plate daunted him, even after he asked Joker to train him in table manners (”Don’t use your soup spoon to eat your cake! Use the dessert fork !” “Huh? But it’s so much harder to scoop up the-” “Ingrate! Husband or not, if you embarrass Lady Kamui anymore with your idiocy I will have to take matters into my own hands and make her a widow!” “H-hey Joker! Put down that dinner knife-” “IT’S A BREAD KNIFE, YOU FOOL!”). After causing multiple scandals, (apparently, seeing elbows on the table is enough to cause the Grand Dutchess to faint) Cyrus decided to take his meals in the more familiar informal setting of the kitchens. To his surprise as well as the court’s horror, Kamui decided to follow along, sitting beside him among all the other maids and servants in the castle. “When I eat with you,”  she giggled as she overheard some lewd, scandalous joke being tossed around, “I feel happiness again.”

Deep in the night in their room, as he held her in his arms, his mind struggled with the guilt of being such of an embarrassment to his wife. Thanks to his shortcomings, the whispers of the nobles became even crueler towards Kamui, many of the upper class outright shamelessly snubbing the princess for her poor choices in men. He could stand their jeers and jokes at him, but towards his wife, his helplessness dug deep into his heart. ‘Perhaps,’ he thought as his fingers fiddled with his simple wedding band, ‘Perhaps… it would have been better… to remain merely a knight.’

“Hey, Kamui,” he murmured to the cuddling princess, his hands stroking her hair in thought,”Do you ever wish that… maybe you should have married a noble?”

Kamui drowsily glanced at him, her eyes showing a hint at amusement at his question, “No.”

Cyrus was startled at such a simple answer. He furrowed his eyebrows, “No…? No? But… I’ve been nothing b-but an embarrassment to you! I can’t dance properly. I can’t talk properly! Hell, I can’t even eat properly!”

Kamui nuzzled deeper into her husband’s chest, chuckling at his foolish words, “A nobleman maybe able to dance the waltz without missing a beat or step, a nobleman maybe able to quote every line from all the poems of the Nohrian great writers, a nobleman maybe able to eat wyvern’s tail soup without spilling a single drop-”She reached upward with her small hand to grab his chin, turning his head forcefully to have him look into her adoring eyes, “But can you say that a nobleman could love me as much as you do?”

“No.”

Grasping her face with his own hand, he clashed his lips onto hers in pure adoration, the guilt that he pent up in his heart finally flooding out of him only to be replaced with rest of the love in his heart. Claiming her mouth, he sucked, licked and branded his taste onto her, hoping that somehow it would show how precious, how important, how wonderful those words meant to him.

No, he may not dance with beauty compared to the swirling loveliness of other noble couples. No, he may not speak with grace compared to the boastful and charismatic elite. No, he may not eat with elegance.compared to the well mannered and eloquent noble court.

But he knew something that no man, noble or otherwise could do for Kamui. He could love her with all his heart, soul and being and that was enough for her.

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oh lazarus, how did your debts get paid?

(aka that one Starrk-is-Regulus-Black fic I really, really should not be writing but somehow am?? I swear this was supposed to be a drabble to exorcise the plot bunny but now there’s more of it. Oops.)


The memories don’t start coming back until he finds the door.

It’s a small archway, far removed from any of the main paths through Las Noches; the only reason Starrk even finds it is because Lilynette insists he can’t sleep in their room all day and harries him out the door to take a walk. It’s easier to give in to her insistence sometimes, so Starrk covers a yawn and lets her shove him forward.

Because the only thing Starrk wants less than to be awake in general is to have to interact with his fellow Espada, no matter how grateful he is to have comrades who can survive his presence, he turns off at the first branching side corridor, ignoring Lilynette’s huff of disapproval.

“You wanted me out of the room, and I’m out of the room,” he reminds her pointedly.

Lilynette punches him in the side. “I wanted you not to be lazy, Starrk! This is you being lazy!”

Well, that’s true, more or less. But he’s not being entirely lazy, so that should be good enough for her. If he says that, though, Lilynette will hit him again, so Starrk keeps his mouth shut beyond a faint sigh.

With a squawk, Lilynette punches him, this time in the hip. “Don’t sigh at me! Aizen-sama said we’re going to fight soon! You need to be more enthusiastic, Starrk!”

Starrk has no attachment to the idea of fighting Shinigami—his greatest hope is that whatever captain he encounters ends up just as lazy as him. Then they can stage a fight until Aizen gets what he wants, and there will be little risk and less effort required. Not that he’s going to say as much to Lilynette, who’s still glaring at him.

“I’ll fight,” he concedes, hoping that will placate her.

“You’d better,” she mutters, but as he hoped she subsides with another huff.

Danger temporarily averted, Starrk turns his attention on their surroundings, though there isn’t all that much to see. An endless white hallway without windows, corridors branching off of it and doors set into the wall at scattered intervals. Las Noches is boring, though Starrk supposes it’s better than an empty desert stacked with Hollow corpses.

“Do you think the Shinigami will be strong?” Lilynette asks, and Starrk glances down at her in surprise. Her arms are folded behind her head, and her one pink eye is fixed ahead, though he can tell all of her thoughts are turned inward.

He makes a noncommittal noise, even as his hand falls unconsciously to rest on his sword hilt. “Aizen-sama was a Shinigami,” he points out.

Lilynette just makes a face. “Aizen-sama is hardly a Shinigami anymore,” she retorts. “The others, how strong do you think they’ll be?”

Strong, Starrk is sure, and he grimaces a little bit, not looking forward to the battle. But Aizen wants Soul Society crushed, and to do that they need to defeat the thirteen divisions. After that, Aizen will make his way to the Soul King and take the throne for himself, but Starrk doesn’t particularly care about that part. The other Espada are his friends, if some reluctantly so, and all Starrk wants is to keep them. Anything to keep from going back to before, even if he always had Lilynette with him then.

What use is power? Starrk thinks bleakly, glancing down at his sword. His fingers tighten around the hilt, the creak of his gloves all too loud in the silence. Why would anyone want more of it?

“Starrk?” Lilynette asks curiously, and Starrk blinks, glancing up. She’s ahead of him now. He hadn’t even realized he had stopped. Apparently seeing that on his face, she trots back to his side, curling her fingers into his sash and leaning around him. “That ugly old curtain thing? What’s so interesting about that?”

Not quite sure what she means, Starrk glances over at the wall and—

Stops.

The corridor branches here, and about halfway down it there’s an arch covered by a tattered veil. It’s fluttering faintly, even though there’s no wind within Las Noches, and there’s a low, insistent whisper from the other side that Starrk can make out even a fair distance from it.

“Can you hear that?” he asks, but it’s as if someone else is speaking. He can’t look away, doesn’t want to. A step forward, out of the main hall and into the side corridor, and it’s only Lilynette’s suddenly firm grip and stubbornly planted feet that pulls him up short.

“Don’t, Starrk!” she says insistently, and when he glances back there’s something almost like fear in her face. “There shouldn’t be voices, that’s creepy!”

Exasperation makes Starrk roll his eyes, though he stops moving. “You turn into a talking gun,” he reminds his other half, and she makes a face at him.

“Yeah, but that’s different!”

Starrk supposes that it is.

“It feels…familiar,” he says, and can’t quite help taking another glance at the veil. His sword suddenly doesn’t feel entirely right in his hand—it should be smaller, lighter, black walnut instead of steel. But that makes no sense at all, because a sword is—

Hands. Hands on him, dragging him down, wet and cold and entirely immovable. He chokes for breath but there’s only water filling his lungs, a burning, searing thirst that nothing can quench. Memories, fears, loneliness that sears like fire straight down to his bones and he thinks This is how I die. Alone, lost, abandoned

The inside of his left forearm is burning.

This time, Starrk doesn’t need Lilynette’s urging to take a step back.

“What the hell was that?!” she demands, and her voice is shrill enough that Starrk knows she saw it too. Not unreasonable—they’re the same soul split into two bodies, after all.

“I…don’t know,” he answers slowly, but—

But that’s not quite true.

There’s the image of a castle, somewhere in his memory. An old house, tall and dark and dreary, with a cold man and a sharp woman and a reckless boy within. Not good memories, not exactly, but they don’t come with the overwhelming fear of the first recollection. All of it is linked, tied together by that not-right feel when he touches his sword. Starrk flexes his fingers, glancing down at them as if they’ve become someone else’s, but he sees no change in them. Nothing outwardly remarkable, but…he can feel it.

A green spark crackles to life and crawls across the backs of his knuckles, then sizzles out in the air.

“Let’s go, Starrk,” Lilynette insists, tugging hard on his sash. Her one eye is wide and the closest to fearful that Starrk has ever seen it. “I don’t like it here.”

Starrk doesn’t, either, but—

But.

He drags his eyes away from the fluttering veil, closes his hand more firmly around the pommel of his sword. “Let’s go,” he agrees, and it takes everything in him not to turn around and look back the moment he steps away.

The whispers fade away behind them, even though Starrk half-thought they wouldn’t.

“Geez,” Lilynette mutters when they’ve put a good distance between themselves and that hall. She folds her arms behind her head again, even though she still looks faintly wary, and huffs. “Aizen-sama’s got the weirdest crap floating around, doesn’t he, Starrk?”

It’s been a long time since Starrk stopped trying to get Lilynette to be respectful of anyone, so he doesn’t bother answering beyond a faint hum. He keeps his steps long and purposeful, and wonders how long it will take her to notice—

“Oi, Starrk! What the hell are we going back this way for?! Starrk! I’m talking to you, you big jerk! Oi, oi, oi! Don’t you dare go lie down again, I just got you up! Starrk!”

Hamptons Heat

A prompt that was put under a gifset I can’t find & that I was sent a screenshot of: “she is in his Hamptons house naked and they’ve never met” On ff.net here

Happy, happy birthday, Faith! Thanks for being such a great friend and texting with me during weird hours of the day, because we always seem to be in different time zones? Hope you enjoy what I did with the tags/prompt thing you sent me a screenshot of months ago.

A/N: A very AU meeting. Basically, a Caskett meeting in the Hamptons during Beckett’s final year of college – just roll with me on this one, guys.


It’s quiet in the Hamptons. He likes that about this place.

Sure, he loves New York, loves that something is always going on. The city that never sleeps. Which suits his sleep rhythm just fine. He’s used to the noise of cars and (probably drunk) passengers passing his window; those are the sounds he falls asleep to, almost like a lullaby.

He doesn’t startle awake when someone’s honking their horn in the middle of the night, or when sirens are shrieking in the distance. It’s more of a soundtrack of the city, one he can easily tune out and ignore.

But sometimes, it can be distracting, and he finds himself yearning for a moment of peace and quiet. He has been procrastinating a lot lately, and if he is ever going to finish this book, he needs to free himself of the temptation of listening in on people’s conversations outside or staring out the window to observe other people’s lives.

Richard Castle, by now, is a well-known name in the book industry – nationally, and slowly but surely internationally as well.

He bought this house last year, when his latest book was another hit. The continuous praise for his work in the past as well as the increasing paychecks finally gives him enough confidence to assume that his success is going to last.

If he keeps writing, that is.

After he determined that he wasn’t going to get any more writing done in New York, he entrusted his mother with Alexis for a week (not before giving her a list of dos and don'ts and several hours of lecturing that his mother simply waved off – still, he knew he could count on Martha Rogers to take care of his daughter). Then he packed his things, and drove up to his second home, already feeling more energized the moment the city’s impressive skyline began to shrink in his rearview mirror.


This place here is all still a little foreign to him – the vast amount of space a stark contrast to the loft he moved into not too long ago. Admittedly, the loft isn’t small by any standard, but the neighbors are close, the streets outside always crowded, and he can only dream of a back yard or pool in the city.

He is working on making this space a home, hanging pictures of his family and drawings Alexis made all over, but this house isn’t filled with stories yet. He wishes he could tell his family of his adventures when he returns, but he doesn’t know anyone in the area yet, and if he continues to stay in his office to write (like he should), he really won’t change that.

Castle’s thoughts wander – a habit apparently not entirely tied to silent or noisy surroundings – and he gazes around his room … anywhere but his loud computer (another recent purchase Rick was proud of, though the item is quite bulky, and he finds himself going back to his old typewriter whenever he feels nostalgic).

His head whips toward the window when he hears a splash.

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mmmarner  asked:

Okay so i was talking to a friend last night after she yelled about me for writing the Deaf!Jack thing and she was like well at least it wasn't bitty but like imagine deaf bitty - like I'm just thinking a figure skating accident (like ice castles style) which leaves him deaf and then because he cant hear the music anymore so he cant figure skate so he joins that co ed hockey team and its all great and lovely

(continued) and then he goes to samwell and everything is still great and the team are great and they are learning ASL so they can talk to him and then in like the 5th practice he gets checked and suddenly he is flashing back to that botched triple axle and ugh, give me all the figure skating bitty who am i kidding

I am going to be totally honest, I took forever to respond to this because I had to go watch Ice Castles. And I am so onboard with this, it’s not even funny. 

Because deaf Bitty plays hockey as his backup. He can’t leave the ice, not when it’s the only thing that keeps him calm when all he hears is static silence. But figure skating just reminds him that he can’t go back to what he had. So hockey it is. And it works well, the local co-ed hockey team (since few play hockey down in Georgia) doesn’t allow checking, and Bitty gets really good at it. He was already a natural on the ice, and now he just has to focus while he’s on the ice. He just has a hard time passing the puck, since he can never hear which of his teammates are open. But he sees and that is good enough. 

Then he goes to Samwell, and his new team is great, if not a little hard to understand. Shitty does an amazing job of translating a lot of stuff for Bitty, since he is the only one on the team who knows ASL for the first practice. 

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Originally posted by nyiro

Betrayal

Requested by:@anon-leaning-against-a-trashbin

Merge of requests loves, hope you don’t mind <3 Also set in a somewhat AU version of AC1. 


The sun beats hot on your back but you feel cold.

You’ve felt cold for a long time, alone and isolated by your own doing, and lonely without Altaïr by your side. He’s redeeming himself, this you know, redeeming himself in the eyes of the Mentor, but without him you’re losing yourself and forgetting all that drew you to the assassins in the first place.

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Beached

Pairing: John Laurens x female Reader

Prompt: Can you make a John Laurens X reader where Reader is pretty self conscious (and kinda jealous) because girls keep hitting on John? And can it end in fluff please!

TW: None, maybe a swear or two

Word Count: 1588

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You took a look at yourself once more in the mirror, scrutinizing every last aspect of your appearance. You and John were headed to the beach today and, in all honesty, you dreaded it. The beach meant swimsuits. And you…weren’t exactly comfortable in wearing one in front of him yet, especially when you knew he looked…well, like a god.

“Hon! Come on!!” John called to your from downstairs, and you heard a car honking outside. With a grumble, you slipped on a cover up over your swimsuit, grabbed your sandals, and started running down the stairs to meet the others. The others were already in the car, while John was loading a few things into the back. He caught sight of you, and grinned, giving your cheek a kiss as he opened the car door for you. You were squished between your boyfriend and Hercules. You could think of worse ways to spend an hour long car ride. You swung yourself sideways as Laf began backing up, so that you could rest your back against Hercules’ strong shoulders, and your legs draped across John’s lap.

The hour was spent singing, laughing, poking fun at one another, and generally enjoying yourselves. Alex gave a cry of excitement about forty minutes in when, finally, the ocean came into view. This provoked a group cheer, one you sat out from. What if John saw you for the first time and was disgusted? What if he didn’t  want to be with you anymore? He wasn’t shallow by any means…and he had seen you naked before…but…there was something about swimsuits that made you feel so much more vulnerable.

The fabric wasn’t natural. It hugged your every curve. It emphasized every part of your body that you weren’t as proud of, and drew so much attention that you were a real woman, not, by any means, a size zero. Not that you weren’t proud to be real but…real isn’t attractive, apparently. The vibrancy of the swimsuit calls attention to every instance of discoloration in your skin. Your stretchmarks are on display for the world, and god forbid you get a sunburn. That would only make things a thousand times worse.

No, swimsuits made you feel more like a beached whale.

The car parked in the small lot that connected to the sand, and you begrudgingly slipped from your comfortable position between your boyfriend, and the walking mass of muscle you called your friend. The car was unloaded, including drinks, snacks, towels, and umbrella, all the usual fare. You’d also brought a chair, because there was absolutely no way you were getting in that water. Not today. You set up, and the boys shed whatever t-shirts or tank tops they had slipped on in the meantime.


Dammit, why did you have to have such attractive friends too? This wasn’t fair. You were over here feeling disgusting, and off they ran, ready to have a good time, unhindered by their own appearance. You stayed with your chair, under the umbrella, reading ‘The Curse of the Blue Tattoo.’

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An hour or so passed.

John had looked confused at first, why you weren’t getting in the water, and had even tried asking you about it. You bullshitted an excuse about having had a snack, and not wanting to get cramps, even though you knew, he knew, it was a lie. Either way, he gave your cheek a kiss, and left you to your comfortable reading, a soda in the small cup holder by your hand.

You gave a smile to yourself as he ran back to the water, leaping onto Herc’s back and dragging him into the water. He was the cutest. Back to your book you went.

Another half hour, and they were building a sand castle. One by one, they’d make their way back to your little campsite, making small talk while they looked for something, or grabbed a drink. Gilbert painstakingly pressing seashells into it like a determined five year old, so that was cute. Hercules was getting water for the moat they were making, and Alex had a little plastic shovel. Dear lord you were friends with five year old. Dear lord, what they were doing actually looked really fun. You gave, in marking your book page and setting it down before running to join them with a giggle.

“Hey! What can I do to help?” You asked, holding onto the large sun hat you wore, the one with a blue ribbon around the base, tied into a bow on the side. It was big, and floppy, and you loved it. It was windy now, and you were trying not to let it get blown away. Oh, hey, now that you realized it, where was John…?

You glanced around the wave line for him, finally stopping as you spotted him with two little plastic buckets, filled with water. But what made dread fill you was the woman he was talking to. She was a bombshell blonde if there ever was one. She was tall, and tan, and had on a green bikini, that barely covered anything and oh, god, was John staring? You swallowed hard, able to hear Laf talking to you, but not paying attention to anything he said.

“(Y/N)? Mon ami? Mon cher, are you okay?” He snapped in front of your face, trying to pull you back to where he was.

“I uh…yeah, just, um…give me a second.” You stood, and made your way back to the small campsite, grabbing the car keys from the large tote where they had been dropped. You felt their eyes on you the entire time, but you didn’t look back. You made it to the car, pulled back on your cover up, and started it up, just for the air conditioning, while you curled up in the back.

You should have known better.

He was going to leave you eventually.

It was only a matter of time before someone prettier than you slipped right into his life, and he would never look back.

You glanced up as there was a knocking on the window, and your eyes met with that of your concerned boyfriend’s.

Oh god, he was here to break up with you, wasn’t he? You hid your face again, but didn’t say anything against it when he opened the door, and slid in beside you.

“Hey.” You didn’t answer. “What’s the matter? You’ve been real quiet today…did…I do something wrong? Shit, I am so, so sorry if I said something. Just tell me what it was, and it’s never coming out of my mouth again, okay?”

Nothing left you.

“(Y/N)? Baby girl?” Oh, god he knew how you loved that name… “You’re really starting to worry me…come on, you know you can tell me any-”

“Do you even like me?” The silence scared you a moment, but really, he was more stunned than anything.

“(Y/N), where is this coming from? Did something ha-”

“I saw you talking to that girl. She was way prettier than me…and taller…and…god, she was so beautiful…why are you with someone like me, when you could have someone like that?” You sniffled, tears threatening to spill over.

“Oh…” He gently hooked his arms around you and, when you showed no protest, pulled you into his arms. “Oh, oh, oh…no baby, I love you more than anyone else. You know that…” He stroked your hair with deft, and comforting movements. You’d been in this position more times than you’d like to admit, but he took each one with you…held you until it passed. .You’d never been more grateful.

“She was flirty, yeah, but that was all she was…I don’t think she meant anything by it.” He chuckled. You finally picked your head up to look at him.

“How do you know?” You searched his eyes, and you were mean with pure adoration. He gave another little laugh.

“She said she was there with her partner, and she pointed back at a woman with more muscle than me, and pink hair. She was also asking if we knew any good ice cream places around here, and I told her no, since we’re from out of town.” He laughed, and you couldn’t help one too. “Even if she had been flirting, baby, I’m very happily taken. That’s not going to change any time soon, if ever, okay? You can count on that.”

You gave a weak sniffle, but nodded, wrapping your arms around him as he cradled you. The bother of you snapped up as the driver’s door opened, and Alex hopped in.

“We were getting worried about you two lovebirds!” Herc laughed as he slid in beside you. “You both just disappear…man, we didn’t know what to think.”

“We figured it was time we head to get something to eat anyway.” He said, as Laf slipped into the passenger seat, noticeably dampened. You and John looked to Hercules questioningly, who was trying not to laugh his ass off. He pulled his phone from his back, and proceeded to show you two snapchats of Laf triumphantly showing off his castle, and then the stages of grief when it was struck by a particularly powerful wave.

You hid your face in John’s chest to keep from laughing, and you could feel his own shoulders bouncing with unheard giggles as he held you tight.

He was right.

You were happily taken, too.

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Ooooh I really needed to write this, because the self-conscious thoughts were biting me and biting me HARD tonight.

My friend responded with ‘laf will bite harder’ and i died a little bit

Love, Rosie

The Prince and The Pauper - Sebastian Stan

A/N: PLEASE READ ME!!!! Okay, so, I’m so nervous right now. This is an AU ficlet as promised where Sebastian Stan is a prince, I’ve been working so hard on it and I’m honestly so proud. But also extremely extremely nervous. I want to make this into a fanfiction on AOU but first I need to know whether people actually like this, so please let me know whether this is something you’d like to see more of. Okay… god I’m so nervous… I hope you enjoy it though!


You would hear it all the time from new arrivals, about how great this kingdom was, I have to disagree though. Perhaps it did seem pretty grand at first glance, but if you’re as poor as I am than it’s mostly the equivalent to living in Hell. Me and my mother (the only other family member I have) have our own little shop on the outskirts, and it sure is a blessing. We are lucky with the location, most of our customers are travellers who don’t realise there are far better bakeries in the main market place.

I am not saying we’re rich, we barely make rent and all of our earnings ends up going to that instead of actual necessities such as food or clothing. We don’t even own beds, rather lumps of straw which we occasionally lay on for a few hours through the night time.

I have a routine now, I close the shop as mum counts the money we made from our day of hard work. Then we will start baking and making some more things for tomorrow, it is always faster when we work together. Once that is all done we clean everything and prepare it all for tomorrow,  we will walk up the stairs and discuss the plans for the next few days and then bid each other a good night’s sleep. I don’t even wait until my mum is slumbering before I climb out of the window with ease and leave into Oakwell Woods.

This woods is the most serene and relaxing place to be found in our kingdom. I could feel the silky smooth leaves brushing against my arms and hear the melodious chirping of the birds settling to bed mixed with the soothing wind howling away. I lifted my head upwards and let the rays of cold, pure white moonlight dance across my face. I could see small patches of clear twilight sky peeking through the opening in between trees. It was the perfect place for meetings that were supposed to be private.

Though perhaps not a suitable place to be meeting royalty, in this case it was Prince Sebastian, heir to the throne of this kingdom and mostly renowned for his good looks and unlimited riches. Not to me though, to me he will always be that scared little boy (though two years older than me, but who’s counting?) with a sword trying to fight off a wolf. That’s how we met, I was a teenager who had just argued with her mother and decided a long walk in the woulds would help. The thing about Oakwell Woods is that it goes all the way around the kingdom, even behind the castle. And it just so happens on this particular night his royal highness had decided to go and prove himself by killing something and bringing it back to his father.

Sebastian never told me the full story as he’s not really into sharing anything that may make him seem broken or sad, but from what little he’d told me, his father had told his son earlier that day, that he was a disappointment to not only him but the entire kingdom. It was mainly because of the view that the entire kingdom had for Sebastian, and this view was formed because of Sebastian’s disinterest in fighting. At the age of fourteen, he was more concerned with his books, mostly those about the stars. Not many cared for this knowledge in our kingdom and so they just concentrated on how good looking he was and how he’s this great bachelor.

Now, when I did find him deeper in the forest, shaking like a leaf with his sword raised towards a snarling beast, do not think that i pulled out one of my own swords and protected the royal little prince. I’m a baker, and I have no swords nor any idea of how to use one. Instead I whispered towards him, hands raised as though that action would be as equally defensive as a holding up an iron shield. “What are you doing kid, stab it!” I hissed through clenched teeth.

“I can’t,” he whispered his reply back to me, his voice as shaky as his body.

My eyebrows scrunched up in confusion though it was quite obvious why he couldn’t stab the best, he was scared. I had to quickly come up with another plan at this point because I had no doubt that if the boy died so would I. “Alright, listen to me, on the count of three I want you to throw that sword at the wolf and then run. There’s a pathway which leads to the gates, and at the gates there are two guards who will help us. Okay?”

“No, I-”

“Have you got any other plan?”

He blinked at me, seemingly experiencing a mixture of being offended and being surprised. At the time it made no sense, but now I know that he was a prince who was always treated with respect by common folk. Being interrupted was apparently a new thing for him. “Okay, you count.”

“One… Two… Three!” He threw the sword with all his might, managing to actually cut the side of the wolf. This gave us a head start but once the beast had finished crying it was quick to start catching up. And it didn’t take long as it turns out that with two extra legs the beast was a powerful runner even with its side bleeding.

“Now you’ve made it angry!” He yelled, running far ahead of me. The position I’d been in at that point certainly had a lasting affect of me, I’d cut down on all the leftover treats we had in the bakery so as to avoid ever being endangered by my lack of fitness.

I was quickly offended by this, “you were the one who threw the sword!” We somehow managed to continue bickering whilst breathless and running for our lives. My telling of this story gives away the ending to this tale really, we reached the gate and Sebastian ordered them to kill the wolf. I was surprised a t how demanding he was, until they called him Prince. I instantly panicked, the last thing my mother needed was the knights coming to our home and throwing me in the dungeon for speaking so rudely to the prince.

Now you’re probably wondering why I’m currently about to meet the prince in these woods. I can confirm we did come back into contact, he had waited for me every night in the woods even though it took me two weeks to feel comfortable going back in to Oakwell Woods. “Greetings,” he’s said, holding in his hands a bunch of orchids.

“W-What are you doing here?” I had asked, stuttering in his presence as he handed me the flowers. I don’t stutter around him anymore because now I’m much more comfortable in his presence, so therefore most of the things that I say to him are insults.

He walked closer towards me, apparently completely unaware that he made me extremely uncomfortable. “I do sort of own these forests,” I had no idea what to say back to him. Well that’s a lie, I had a lot to say but all of it wasn’t nice. “Though I did come here for a reason, to thank you. And to apologise, a lady such as yourself deserves better.”

I scoffed loudly and very unattractively, “I am no lady.”

And that is how our friendship began, all because of my lack of a verbal filter and also my lack of connection to royalty. We began meeting up again weely, soon enough moving onto daily midnight rendezvous. Hence why I’ve got such a good routine after seven years.

I found him sitting on a log that was covered in carving all from us. He’d certainly grown up to fit his reputation of having good looks. Even I, a person who disliked royalty, wasn’t immune to his physical charms. He’d worked much harder with his swords after that night and gained muscle. Sebastian also had a rather enchanting stubbled jawline, almost as beautiful as his blue eyes which I would constantly say match the sapphires and other blue jewels he owned. As always, he greeted me with flowers, this time they were purple tulips that I knew he will have stolen from the royal garden while making his great escape. “You know, one of these days my mum is going to ask me where I’m getting all these flowers from.” I chuckled, sitting myself down on the log with Sebastian following.

“You mean you haven’t told her you’ve been meeting yet?” He put one leg over the other and leant towards me, a knowing smirk on his face.

I raised an eyebrow towards him, “have you told your dad?”

“Good point.” An instant frown appeared on his face at the mention of his father, the King. He didn’t hate his dad, though it may come across like that. Sebastian did, however, blame his father for making his existence such a burden. Being a prince wasn’t easy, as I have learnt through the years. He had so many obligations and was only permitted to act a certain way and say certain things; Sebastian would often tell me that our nights together are the only moments of freedom he gets.

Realising the mention of his father had put a dark cloud over our normally bright and gleeful encounters, I reached into the small satchel bag I always carried with me and pulled from within it a small box.

Unsurprisingly, Sebastian was quick to grab a hold of it and steal it out of my hand. “Hey,” I whined, “give me it back.” Though it was technically meant for him, it was a present, something that I hoped to gift to him, not something to be cruelly taken away. When I went to reach for it, he jumped up. And when I went to chase after him, he quickly climbed up one of the damn tree’s. “Sebastian, I swear to God.”

“You’re like, five feet tall. How are you going to reach me?” He laughed at his own joke, which wasn’t particularly unusual. It was the truth though, while he had grown tall enough to reach the branches on these gigantic trees. I was still only able to touch the mossy body of the tree.

“Look,” I sighed (something I found myself often doing in his presence) deciding to not play his petty games. “It is a present, for your birthday.”

His childish smile fell and he looked at the tiny box in awe, probably because he knew I couldn’t afford to really get him a present. In the many years we’d known each other I’d never gotten him a gift. “Why are you not giving it to me at the ball?” Was his first question, and a question I was very much prepared for. I’d been preparing the words I’d say all day, making my mother quite concerned for me as she’d assumed I’d been having problems, which wasn’t exactly far from the truth. I moved over towards the tree and reached up my arms, signalling for his help. He was strong enough to lift me up into the branches and from there we moved up to the top of the tree, peering over the kingdom. It was a nice change for the both of us, being completely alone in a peaceful setting.

“I’m not going to the ball.” I broke the news bluntly, staring down at the leaf I was ripping apart in my hand.

The ball in which we are talking about is much more than a birthday celebration, it is a coming of age celebration and the entire kingdom will be going to the castle for this celebration, including other royalty from our neighbouring kingdoms. And that is because Sebastian is also supposed to pick the woman who shall become his queen at the ceremony. It was a huge deal, hence why it will be lasting three whole days.

“What, why?”

A soft laugh escaped my lips at his question, merely because I felt like the answer to this question was so obvious. “Because, your royal highness, I am a mere baker and it just wouldn’t seem right, me appearing at such an event. And if you were to talk to me, what would people think?”

“That I am talking to a member of my kingdom,” he tried to defend this but we both knew that it wouldn’t be acceptable. He was only allowed to talk the Lords and ladies at the ball, not a commoner such as myself. Plus, I had made up my mind. Despite knowing this, Sebastian continued to try and sway my mind. He gently cupped my cheek and forced me to look up at him. “My little bird, please. I don’t think I can get through those three days without you.”

His use of my nickname which he had come up with did nothing but cause those annoying butterflies to flutter in my belly. “I’m sorry Sebastian, but this is how it’s supposed to be. Midnight rendezvous that no one knows about in the middle of a forest.”

Sebastian hated showing his emotions, our society has dictated that he was only allowed to be brave and proud. “Perhaps you are right.” He shrugged his shoulders and that was the end of that conversation. We talked some more, two hours worth of conversation on whatever matters appeared in our minds, like we always would. Eventually we had to part ways, though we never wanted to, and so we left the tree. He climbed down first and then I would follow. As I reached the last branch he wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me back down to the ground. “Run away with me.” He abruptly said.

Once more I released a soft laugh, I then proceeded to cup his cheek and kiss the other. If anyone were to see this then I would probably have my hands chopped off as punishment for touching his royal highness in such a way when I’m such a poor person. “Until next time.” I had to be the first one to walk away, if I didn’t then who knows what I’d have done. All I can say is that if touching him would get my hands cut off, then whatever else I may have done would lead to me getting my lips cut off.

His Princess: Part 2

Summary: Gabriel has one job and that’s to keep Princess Y/N safe. He finds it easy to protect her physically, but protecting her heart is a different matter. Especially since he falls in love with her when she is supposed to marry someone else.

Warnings: gabrielxreader, Princess!Reader, Knight!Gabriel, little language, pretend drowning

Word Count: 4161

Author: Gwen

Parts: One

Your name: submit What is this?


“Are you done yet?” You sat impatiently as Hannah fixed your hair after you had ‘fallen’ into a bush in the garden. What really happened was you were playfully fighting with Gabriel and he had accidently pushed a bit too hard. Instead of apologizing like everyone else, he teased you saying that perhaps the added leaves and twigs would give you a more natural look.

When you came back in, Hannah had yelled at you for being so reckless and ruining your hair before dinner. “Just sit still, Your Highness.” Hannah said evenly as she worked at making sure your father wouldn’t be able to tell that you had fallen.

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I Couldn’t Sleep

[Read on AO3]

She woke, back and neck aching dully, console still propped between her knees. She’d fallen asleep while working. Again. 

Hunk or Coran would definitely chastise her for the thousandth time if they found out. “You need your rest. It’s not healthy.” “You’re a Paladin of Voltron, what if you fall asleep in the middle of a battle!? Be more responsible!”

She snorted and set the console aside before stretching slowly, trying to soothe knotted muscles.

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[Fic] I Think We’re Alone Now

Voltron Legendary Defender

Klance || T+ || fluff and humor || explicit language || AO3 || Part III of Secret’s Out

Surprise, surprise, Keith drinking himself to a mortified stupor actually solved nothing, so once again, it’s up to Lance to fix this trainwreck of an attraction he started or the team may never be able to form Voltron again.

Notes: My number 1 Klance song


Chronas could have been worse.

After that horrific fiasco when they had first attempted to liberate the planet, the Galra had relaxed. So when Voltron attacked again, they weren’t nearly as prepared. That element of surprise had been enough of an advantage to compensate for all the other problems the team was having at the time.

The Red and Blue Lions weren’t synced. This was probably what having a stroke felt like, when one side of your body just went completely out of sorts. Why did Lance and Keith have to be the same side, anyway? As the Head, Shiro could mentally prod them back into focus, and damn if he didn’t try. Holding Voltron together was a complete struggle if two out of four limbs were refusing to cooperate properly. They weren’t completely mind-melded, not like that, but Lance and Keith both ticked annoyingly at the back of Shiro’s brain, throwing off his own focus.

Lance, who was normally level-headed and well-adjusted even in the midst of battle, was all over the place. Shiro couldn’t hear his thoughts, not directly, but it was like trying to eavesdrop on a conversation that was too far away to pick up any actual words, a conversation by people speaking in very excited, very fast tones, right there, right in his head just beneath his own thoughts. This noise was extremely distracting.

Keith, who tended to get a little too eager in battle and had to be reined in on occasion with a reminder that strategy was just as important as raw strength, was intensely focused. And it hurt. He was straining his brain, and the rest of them were feeling the pricks of that strain, as if the Red Paladin was determined not to let the slightest thought squeeze away from the mission. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to close his mind again and break off at the socket.

Shiro couldn’t bring Lance around and convince Keith to open up more and hold Voltron together all at once. So he had to push on the both of them at the same time, which brought the ethics behind this whole mind melding business to question. Was it him? Was he just a bad leader?

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Castle Fanfic: Teacher's Pet 1/1

I meant to have this ready last week for #CastleFanficMonday, but that didn’t happen. Instead I’m posting it bright and early today for everyone to (hopefully) enjoy!

Prompt: AU. Richard Castle is teenage Kate Beckett’s hot, funny English teacher. (Do what you want with this. Can be a teacher/student relationship, smut, whatever floats your boat) (This was brought on by the fact, Nathan used to be a teacher). From castlefanficprompts.

Teacher’s Pet

Category: Pre-Series, Meeting AU

Rating: T


As soon as she walks into the room for fourth period, she knows something’s up. The atmosphere is different, charged with an energy that, when it comes to a classroom, can only mean something is about to happen.

Either they’re watching a movie, or they have a substitute teacher. Maybe even both.

Judging by the overly tidy, empty desk in the corner and the lack of a TV in the center of the room, it’s the latter.

Thank god. That means Grouchy Old Mrs. Macintosh is out for the day. It might mean the end of the world is near – the woman has been teaching at Stuy practically since it opened, missing only twelve days in her entire career – but Kate Beckett will take it.

If Macky’s not here, then the carefully guarded,for-her-eyes-only midterm torture is postponed for at least another day, if not longer. Which is good, because Kate is in no way prepared and her parents will kill her for going to that party over the weekend if she bombs this test.

The worst part is she loves English. She just hates the old bat she’d drawn the short straw and ended up stuck with this semester. There are so many other great teachers, fun and eager to talk about literature beyond thesame senior English curriculum that’s been taught for a gazillion years, andshe ends up with Macintosh. The most by-the-book teacher Stuy has ever seen.

Honors or not, it’s boring as shit. She wants to talk aboutthe classics and the contemporaries from any genre, American litpost-Depression, not just from Macky’s heyday. Hell, she just wants the material to be fun.

A sub is a welcome reprieve.

“So what do we think? Did Satan call her back to give her new orders?”

As funny as the question might be, Kate ignores it. After what happened on Friday night, talking to Brent Edwards isn’t on her list of things to do today, maybe not ever again. But in a way, it actually helps that he wants to pretend nothing happened, that he hadn’t been cozying up to her for the last six weeks only to suck face with her (former) best friend when Kate left the room for ten minutes.

Whatever. Brent’s an asshole and Maddie deserves him. They deserve each other.

She leans back, grabbing her novel out of her bag to show Brent how easily she can ignore him. Propping her feet on basket underneath the desk in front of her, the heavy heels of her boots make a muted clang to emphasize her point.

Brent continues anyway, resting his bony chin on her shoulder the same way he has for the last six weeks. Only this time instead of it being cute, instead of feeling flattered, Kate has to bury the urge to shrug him off. Or worse, bump him hard enough to make his teeth crack together.

“Do you think we’ll still have the test today? Cause I didn’t study at all this weekend.”

Gritting her own teeth, Kate drops her head to read. She didn’t study either; Saturday was spent hungover and heartbroken, and Sunday was dedicated to purging her life of the terrible people she’s spent her time with for the last four years. That’s not something she’s going to tell him, though.

“Be-ecks, talk to me. I thought we had fun at the party.”

Her lips twist into a mocking smile. “Oh loads. Loads. And then you and Maddie had even more fun at the after party.”

“She said you were okay with it.”

Of course she did. Whatever. It doesn’t matter anymore.

“Well I’m sure you’ll be very happy together.” She turns the page on the novel, the gesture definitive and hopefully symbolic. Either way, Brent ultimately ignores it.

“Come on, Kate. I thought we were buddies.”

Yeah, she hadn’t written that last short response paper for him because she wanted to be buddies. She’d done it because she’s an idiot.

“Yeah, well, we’re not. Now get off of me.”

She’s just shoved him off amidst his protests when the vice principal steps into the classroom calling for silence.

Her eyes cut past the administrator, however, settling on the man trailing behind him. She knows that man. That man’s face is on the back of the book she’s holding in her hands right now.

Ho-ly shit, what is Richard Castle doing in her English class?

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