SERIES WARNINGS: cursing, injury, alcohol, crime, drugs and smoking
WORD COUNT: 2,809
A/N: i have been listening to “the eve” by exo on repeat, so this is partially inspired by that amazing song! this is really different from my usual writing, so i hope you guys enjoy it! sorry i did not post earlier, i had a choir contest. i love you guys so so much:))
SUMMARY: Your focus for years had been on being the best leader for your kingdom, but as your eyes land of Taehyung, the boy you were forced to leave one decade ago, everything changes.
The falling out between you and Taehyung devastated you more than him. The separation of two individuals who had been close their entire lives simply because of their different backgrounds. He was of poor descendants, and you belonged to royalty. Your father disliked the idea of his daughter, who would one day take the throne, falling for a rebellious hoodlum who couldn’t keep a job. Your father, who married a woman, who kept far more secrets than the entire kingdom combined, didn’t want you falling for a boy who had a more loving family than you ever did. You never did get over the harsh words your father expressed when describing Taehyung.
Sitting at the large empty table in the dining room fit to serve at least twelve, you sat at the opposite end of your father and step mother. You hadn’t spoken to either of them in a few days, due to the fact that they had decided to throw you a party without your consent. The only people living in the kingdom that you would converse with were the knights that you had grown to love. If you had the option, you would have easily married one of them, but in the kingdom of Daraism, that was not tolerated the slightest bit.
You stood up without excusing yourself, making your father raise his eyebrows in disgust. You turned on your heel, watching Sehun cross his arms over his chest. The only reason Sehun wasn’t fired yet, was because every time your parents threatened to do so, you would remind them that he had saved your life multiple times. Sehun was your closest ally in the castle, and he knew all of the secrets that you held onto. If you wanted to do something that violated the castle rules, Sehun was beside you.
“Your highness, princes from kingdoms as far as Aumien have come to visit you. They are all socializing out in the ballroom; would you like me to escort you there?” Sehun smiled warmly, and you nodded faintly. If you showed your excitement about leaving the dinner with Sehun, your father would have him executed. Sehun held his arm out to you, in which you wrapped yours around, slightly walking behind him as Kai opened the door for you. Kai helped you escape late at night a few times, and he was the knight who managed to sneak alcohol into the castle for you when both of you were still underage.
“I’m going to vomit if I hear you call me ‘your highness’ one more time,” you stated, removing your arm from Sehun’s once you were out of view from your parents. Sehun chuckled and rolled his eyes, knowing how much you despised being a princess. You lifted the small crown off of your head, placing it in the hands of Sehun. He smiled faintly, having held it multiple times for you. The crown was uncomfortable, but every time you suggested that your father makes a new one, he argues with you about how that crown had been passed down for generations. “Who are the princes present in the ballroom? Any of them worth my time? Boys who are not complete snobs?”
“Nope they’re all materialistic,” Sehun responded, and a groan escaped your tinted lips. Sehun also wished that you two could be together at times, and he often had to remind himself that that fairytale didn’t exist. You two had spoken about running away in the past, but you never got far. Although all of the knights were on your side, they would always return you to your room, and Sehun to the knights’ quarters. “There are a few civilians that Suho managed to sneak in for you.”
“Suho?” You narrowed my eyes at Sehun, not believing the words that left his mouth. Suho was the most respectful to the castle’s ways, and he obeyed each of your parents’ orders. Sehun nodded, letting a small sigh escape his lips. You then realized who was a normal civilian that Suho was in relation to, his girlfriend. He loved her more than anything in the world, and he never got to see her. “Aulia, she will be there?”
“Yes,” Sehun nodded, handing you your crown so you could place the itchy thing on my head before walking into the ballroom. Even if you disliked the crown and royalty itself, it was your life, and if you wanted things to change you had that power. Aulia is fit for the life of royalty, being the sweetest and most considerate girl in the entire kingdom. If you could, you would hand her my crown in a heartbeat. “I think the boys you used to be close with are going to be here too. The chef’s son, Seokjin, was allowed to invite a few people, and those are his friends. I could be wrong though, Y/N, so don’t count on me.”
“You got it, oppa,” you elbowed his side lightly, knowing that the nickname reminded him that your lives weren’t so different. Sehun grinned at you, shaking his head. If it wasn’t for Sehun, you would probably be insane and disobeying every rule involved with being a princess. Sehun deserved better than the life of protecting you, and often you wished that he was living somewhere far away, with a family and an important job. “Do you have any girls on your mind? Girls that you are planning on dancing with?”
“Yes, actually,” Sehun nodded. “But first I will make sure that you are not hanging around troublemakers. Specifically princes though, because those boys have no respect. Despite being the future leaders for their kingdoms, they treat every woman they meet with such disrespect. It’s disgusting, if I must say. If you find your husband tonight, make sure that the boys and I have a talk with him. If he acts even similarly to those royal scumbags I’ll call off the wedding.” you laughed, listening to the chuckle that Sehun allowed to escape. “Have a nice night, Y/N. Be careful, and if you need me I’ll be around.”
“Thank you,” you bowed as he opened the doors to the ballroom with Baekhyun. The guests who gathered from kingdoms miles away from your own all faced you, bringing their hands together to fill the room with clapping. Your dress was made from the finest fabrics and designers, who all made sure the dress suited your personality. You quite enjoyed the dress, but thanks to being a princess, once you had worn it once, it would be auctioned off, or destroyed entirely.
Baekhyun and Sehun walked by your sides, helping you lift the large amount of fabric surrounding your lower half. You glanced up from the stairs to see all of the ignorant princes lining up, smiles on their faces, prepared to ask you to dance. Your place as princess was unlike any other, being that your father and birth mother were the strongest in the world. After your birth mother passed, that all changed. The entire world knows that you are exactly like your birth mother, and that you have the ability to bring that power back. Princes wanted to be a part of the new nation you could create at the drop of a pen.
“Please, have some manners and let the princess choose who she wishes,” Baekhyun spoke towards all of the boys who crowded around you. You fluffed up your dress with the help of the two, facing Baekhyun. “Be wise, these boys don’t know how to treat a woman like you. You deserve more than their close-minded selves. If you need me, I’ll be surveying the ballroom for suspicious characters. Suho will be in the crowd, and I instructed him to stay near you.”
“Thank you, Baekhyun,” you nodded, and soon you were on your own. The princes, lined up with smiles on their unnaturally painted faces, waited for you to pick one of them to dance with. Instead, you walked in the opposite direction. You had other ideas on your mind, as in thanking the castle workers for their hard work when it came to organizing this ball in less than a week. They also had their routine responsibilities, and those were enough to have their entire schedules full. Your head a scoff escape one of the princes, and you rolled your eyes. They could be as impatient as they wanted; you weren’t going to dance with them!
Faces turned as you walked by, smiling expressions belonging to normal civilians reminded you why these parties were held. Civilians were always invited, just the upperclass were the only ones who had the opportunity to attend. The idea that the lesser-fortunate were going to be present made you ecstatic to see something more than just braggarts. You already felt blisters forming on your feet caused by your uncomfortable heels, and you reminded yourself that at the last ball, Sehun threw your shoes away and no one realized it. You knew that you most likely were going to take them off soon.
Approaching the chefs, they all grinned at you. Your were close with the head chef’s son, Seokjin, but you hadn’t seen him in a while. Seokjin attended university, and he wanted to work in the castle after graduating, just like his mother. You didn’t know that Seokjin had his relations to the boys your parents deemed hoodlums; he seemed to rich to be involved with them. Typically, the rich and poor resided on opposite ends of town, even if they attended the same school.
“Mrs. Kim, thank you for preparing all of this with such short notice. My parents don’t understand all of the hard work it takes, and if they did they would have given you more time. I am truly grateful that you have such a devoted team that always provides the best dishes even with the small time frame. Will you make sure to thank them for me?” You questioned, and Mrs. Kim nodded with a smile. She always seemed like she was in the best mood, providing the light in the castle during its darkest moments.
“Your highness, long time no see!” Mrs. Kim’s son, Seokjin, stood beside his mother. You grinned, bowing towards his direction. He appeared a lot more adult like and grown up compared to the last time you saw him. He wore a formal suit that was probably fitted by one of the designers of your dress, and you knew his mother most likely spent her entire paycheck on it. Seokjin bowed back to you, seeming genuinely happy to see you again. “Would you like to dance with me and catch up? I’m sure there are a lot of things I have missed while I was gone.”
“Of course,” you agreed. Mrs. Kim smiled as Seokjin walked around the counter to your side. You could feel the numerous eyes on you, being that you accepted a boy’s request who isn’t related to royalty. Most people know that he has been your friend for years, but the princes from other kingdoms probably do not. Seokjin held out his arm for you, and you wrapped yours around his. You had danced with Seokjin numerous times, in fact, you had learned how to dance together. Your father signed both of you up for lessons, and you practiced with each other. He had stepped on your toes multiple times when you were younger, but maybe he had gotten better.
A path was created at the sight of you, couples moving away. You kept your head down for the most part, but that meant everyone could see your crown. You and Seokjin stopped, and your pressed your hands against each other. It was a simple dance; hands touching, walking in a circle for sixteen beats, before switching hands. The traditional dance had become muscle memory for everyone who frequently came to balls, especially for you, who had to dance the same thing repeatedly.
“How is university?” You asked.
“Boring, really. I enjoy cooking, but I didn’t expect university to be almost exactly the same as high school when talking in regards to the classes,” Seokjin chuckled lightly. You frowned, wishing in your head that you could attend university classes outside of the castle. “I made a few friends though, and some of them you might know. Suho talked about you being friends with them when you were little. Taehyung, Jimin, and Namjoon? When I asked about you they spoke quite bitterly. I’m guessing your father is involved with why you’re not friends with them anymore?”
“You are correct,” you nodded. Seokjin let out a sigh as you switched hands and began walking in the other direction now. There was tension between you two; tension that was caused by the conversation. “Separation determined by currency, of course. The dumbest rule there is in the castle. Why should I be cut off from friends just because of their income? That’s like saying that your mother cannot cook certain foods when the ingredients come from other kingdoms.” Seokjin chuckled and nodded, getting where I was coming from. “The first thing I’m going to change once I’m queen is that. My children will be able to be friends with anyone they please.”
“You should also change the rule that you cannot become the ruler until once you’re married. Our kingdom would be much better off if you were the queen. Plus, your ancestors wouldn’t have gotten married right away just to rule,” Seokjin stated and you smiled, agreeing. You noticed a prince walking up to you and Jin in the corner of your eye, and you already knew what he was going to say. He was going to ask to steal you away from Seokjin to dance.
“If you want to get away, why don’t I introduce you to my friends?” Seokjin suggested, and you quickly nodded. Seokjin held his arm out, and your wrapped yours around his. You watched as the prince stopped in his tracks, turning in the opposite direction. You let out a quiet sigh of relief, and Seokjin chuckled and shook his head at you. The crowd looked at you with slight disgust for dancing with Seokjin and walking with him, but you displeased a decent sized portion of the kingdom anyways. “For a princess, you sure do act scared of princes.”
“That’s because I slightly am,” you replied, making Seokjin laugh. Seokjin led you through the crowd of people who did not have anyone to dance with, to a table in the back. Girls glared at you for being next to Seokjin, who you assumed to be someone they chased after. He was handsome, and you understood why they desired to have Seokjin. You didn’t think about it too much, because your mind was rather occupied when your eyes landed on the table in the back. Six boys sat around it with smiles on their faces, smiles that reminded you of your childhood.
“Jin! Your brought the princess back here? If her parents find out we won’t ever be allowed here again!” One of the boys you didn’t find familiar looking exclaimed.
“Please! She’s not like them!” Park Jimin, who you were the closest to when you were younger, jumped up with a grin. He rushed over to you, and you let go of Seokjin. Seokjin walked over to his friends, and Jimin couldn’t stop smiling. “You look incredible! I haven’t seen you in so long, and this is a big difference from the girl I was so close with! How have you been?”
“Let’s not talk about me; how have you been—”
“He’s been fine,” Taehyung walked up and stood beside Jimin. Taehyung carried a scowl, which was very different from the Taehyung you used to know. You bit your tongue at the sight of him, seeing that he seemed the most bitter out of all of the boys. You didn’t recognize Namjoon out of any of the boys present in the space, which was slightly disappointing. “If you cared so much you would have tried to contact him. But no, Princess Y/N of Daraism is too good for boys like us.”
“Excuse you,” you narrowed your eyes at Taehyung. “I did try and contact you. The only issue with that is my father, who is the one with the idiotic brain that believes income determines if you can be friends with someone. It appears as if you share that trait with my father, close minded and inattentive.” Jimin’s mouth gaped open, and Taehyung scoffed as he turned around and walked back to the table. Taehyung glared at you when he sat down, knowing you won that battle. Little did you both know then, but there would be many more battles fought between the two of you.
Headcanons about the Chocobros falling in love w/ someone everyone around them deems unfit/fat/too thin/whatever? It's fine if you can't do it :)
To be honest, this is a really good request and I totally dig you for asking for it. In my eyes, I actually don’t believe ANY of the Chocobros to be too shallow, even Gladiolus - though he is the type to constantly stroke his own ego. There is so much going on and so much protecting to be done, and so little life because they never know when it will be taken away, that worrying about anything but Noctis and being happy as long as they can be just isn’t an option.
As always, I have got you guys covered.
Warning: If you’re generally uncomfortable with head-canons that involve handicapped/impaired characters, then you probably shouldn’t read this. It is not terribly detailed, but I do not wish to cause any discomfort either. I went ahead and chose various genders for each of the guys so there’s a bit of equal representation and a different type of oddity for each.
Gladiolus is a nice guy, way too flirtatious for his own good, but usually when he flirts - that’s all it is and it never goes much farther than that. However, when it comes to real love - the kind that lasts - he’s all about approaching it in a much gentler, romantic way.
He claims it was love at first sight when he met his curvy cutie; you were a soft man, you had the most gentle and serene expression as you gazed at the view from Lestallum’s Lookout - and Gladio totally didn’t even notice if you were heavier than most, at first, but it never bothered him after you’d met either. The fact of the matter is that Gladio’s a big guy himself, maybe not as unfit as his chosen lover, but he knows that people are all shapes and sizes and he accepts them for who they are.
He was the first to approach, mentioning the landscape and how it’s completely different from what he sees back home. Not as smooth as a pickup line, but deep down, he knew it wouldn’t be the same as any other time he’d attempting to speak to an interest.
Gladiolus is never critical of you or your choices, and he does not see you as less of a person for being heavy.
Just don’t start that self-deprecating shit with him, he will let you know how much he doesn’t appreciate it while also explaining how downright perfect he thinks you are.
The man likes having something to grab onto. He nearly always has you by the waist.
Gladiolus is not above smashing faces if someone picks on you; he’s incredibly protective of you and your feelings and the last thing he wants is for someone to wound you with words.
He fucking loves that you’re ticklish.
Noctis Lucis Caelum
Noctis rarely gets to socialize with people outside of the Citadel and being a guy who was influenced by the ideal body types of women depicted in video games, he was a little insensitive when it came to how thin you were when you both met. He was not so judgmental that he would not give you a chance, he just has a habit of saying what he is thinking without understanding the consequences.
You have no particular eating disorder, it’s simply how your body was made and it took Noctis a while to understand that.
He’s not really the worrying type. Though he loves you very much, if you seem to be happy, he’s happy and won’t bother asking a bunch of questions about your health as long as he knows you’re being honest.
His father thought you sickly and ill fit for royalty if you ever decided to marry. Noctis shut that down right away with a few choice words.
He calls you his Queen.
Noctis makes sure that you know his friends very well and none of them have ever commented on your looks, though Ignis has asked on several occasions if you have been eating well. It is only because he cares.
He loves that you look super cute in his clothes. He’s not a very big guy, so looking like his clothes swamp your body is very attractive to him.
He can also carry you pretty easily and he does so any time that he can - bear hugs abound!
Noctis’ favorite thing of all time is the fact that you both can fit in the same sleeping bag.
Ignis was very understanding when falling in love with a woman who had grueling, horrific scars spanning across a large portion of her body, visible no matter how much clothing you happen to wear. You work at Lestallum’s Power Plant, so accidents were bound to happen when operating heavy machinery. The scars are horrid and permanent, reaching from your fingertips to your throat and cheek, twisting and ugly from the point of view of others.
Ignis thought you were beautiful at first sight, he admired your scars and often compares them to the roadways of a map or strikes of lightning.
Very caring, he knows that at times your healed wounds cause you pain and he does everything in his power to make you feel well again.
Ignis is very aware that people tend to stare at the both of you when you are out and about, especially when you decide to wear something casual. He pays it no mind, nor does he bring it up to you. He wants you to experience normalcy as everyone else does.
However, if someone mentions anything he deems disrespectful about you, he readily confronts them with several smart and venomous words.
He really loves to hold your scarred hand, the roughness of the injury is enchanting, as he has a very high appreciation for texture when it comes to his idea of beauty.
Whenever you become self-conscious about them, Ignis is the first to sit down with you and explain just why you have nothing to be ashamed of, that you’ll get through each and every bout of sadness as you did countless times before.
Frequent massages. They’re important.
Prompto is immediately drawn to beautiful people. He doesn’t mean to seem shallow and in truth, he honestly isn’t, but there was something about a certain man’s face across the outdoor dining area of Lestallum’s finer restaurants that gave him inspiration to take photos from his seat - zooming in on every detail. It didn’t occur to him that you were in a wheelchair until he was caught red-handed and felt like he had to apologize.
He was totally shy at first, but Prompto being the type of guy that was hyperaware of his own insecurities, was instantly attempting to be as helpful as possible - even offering to help you back to the hotel you were currently staying at.
Prompto does his best to pay attention to everything you can and cannot to.
He likes to hop onto your lap to take cute selfies together - of course, it’s always with permission.
Sometimes Prompto has a habit of thinking you are fragile. He tiptoes around his feelings sometimes, even if he doesn’t mean to.
But being with you makes him feel very needed and loved even if you really don’t need help.
He tends to get very worried about you. If ever you’re in pain, he dotes to the point of annoyance, though he means no harm.
He once raced you down the street for fun, motorcycle noises included!
Chocobo stickers all over your wheelchair.
Thank you for the request! I’ll be happy to take any others those of you may have.
Do Tony and Bucky and Steve ever make that trip back to the former Stark kingdom in Recency? What happens? Does Tony show off any favorite spots? Or favorite foods?
They do, but not until Peter is ten and Harley is seven, and then they leave them in the care of Sarah, Jarvis, and Ana. The unrest has mostly settled. It’s safe enough to do that now. They take Pepper and Natasha to personally guard Tony just in case though, and Bruce to monitor Tony’s health.
Steve and Bucky fall a little bit more in love with Tony as soon as they’ve crossed the border and Tony recognizes things.
“Oh! There’s Tower Rock! It’s a sacred place to the monks here–”
“Look, look! Peach trees! Oh, we should have come in the late summer, we could have picked some off the trees–”
“Steve, look, it’s the inn we stayed in when I was your prisoner and you walked in on me changing into my nightclothes!”
“I am almost certain I never regained my full hearing in my left ear,” Steve replies, stone-faced under Bucky’s confused expression.
Bucky turns back to Tony. “That’s why you screamed? The innkeeper said it was probably a mouse…”
“He walked out as apologetic and meek as one,” Tony giggles, and Natasha and Pepper smirk at him.
They arrive at the castle. It’s dark and dusty. Natasha and the other guards go ahead to clear out any squatters. Tony looks at the portrait of his parents in the entryway. He was a babe in his mother’s arms. They looked happy.
Tony turns to Steve and Bucky and barely manages, “Do you think–” before Steve is directing some of the remaining guards to search for a ladder to take the portrait down to take home.
The squatters are herded out. “Oh, no, they’ve got–we’re not using–” Tony says, and then one hunched-over beggar woman shuffles over to him, takes Tony’s hands in her own gnarled, arthritic ones, and pats him gently on the wrist. “Welcome home, dear. Your parents would be so proud of you.” And then she shuffles off without another word. Tony covers his face and cries.
The plants in the courtyard are overgrown. “I used to sit here and read, or knit,” Tony tells everyone, then circles the bench over to the pond. “And there should be–Yes! Come look, the fish are still here!” There are vines spilling into the pond but the large orange fish are still there. They’re quite big. Bucky opens his mouth to say so but Tony darts away again. “And over here, it should be–eek, get off me, vine! Over here–” Tony tries to tug a curtain of vines aside. Steve walks over to do it for him. Tony beams at him before gesturing at the tree trunk. “Here is where I came to remember my– …my parents,” he whispers, clasping his hands in front of him. Steve and Bucky lean in and their hearts break a little when they see a heart carved into it, with the letters M.C.&H.S chiseled inside it.
“Jarvis said that Dad did this a year after they married. I guess they didn’t get along when they first married, but they came to care about each other,” Tony explains softly, like speaking louder would ruin the story. Maybe it would have. “And Dad carved this as a promise to be loyal to her. He put Mom’s initials on top because he wanted her to know that she always came first.” He jerks, as if coming out of a daze. “That’s what Jarvis told me, anyway. He could have just been trying to be kind when I was lonely.” He puts his hand over the bark, palm on his father’s initials, fingers tracing over his mother’s.
Tony spends the day darting around, showing everyone things that make them want to weep for him. The peach tree that got them all scolded by the laundress, the moth-eaten couches he’d reclined on with his mother, reading, his bedroom that he’d been confined to after Obadiah took power (he doesn’t say it like that, but they know. They all know.). He pauses in the throne room. He’d met Tiberius here. But he’d also met Steve and Bucky here. He’d been frightened, but… it’d turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to him.
Bucky glances at him, then looks back up at the abandoned throne. “This was where we first saw you,” he says, and Tony nearly jumps. “And I remember thinking, ‘He’s much smaller than I imagined.’” Tony scoffs, embarrassed. “I remember thinking a supposed enemy had no right to be so beautiful, either.” Tony blushes. Steve smiles a little. “I remember thinking, ‘This omega is just as stubborn as I am.’ I was reluctantly impressed. You were scared, I could tell, but you met us with your back straight and your chin out like you were ready to take a punch.” He turned to give the omega a smarmy grin. “And then I saw you disrobing at the inn and I was impressed by your figure.” Tony blushed and smacked his arm chidingly as the guards kindly pretended not to laugh. (Well, Natasha and Pepper don’t. But Tony hadn’t expected them to.)
“…Where,” Natasha begins at the end of the tour, and then falls silent with a nervous, “Never mind.” Tony looks at her knowingly. “Where did Obadiah murder my parents?” Natasha flushes. “Sorry. That was inappropriate. I–” “In their beds. They were sleeping.” Tony stares into the distance. “Jarvis said they didn’t suffer, but I saw. There was blood everywhere.” He turns back to Natasha sharply. “I hope they killed my mom first. It causes me great distress, thinking that she woke up to see her husband and alpha being stabbed to death and knowing she was next. I hope they killed my mom, woke my dad, and he killed as many of those animals as he could before they finally put him down.” Natasha stares at him for a long moment before she nods, sharply, and says, “I hope so too.” Steve and Bucky make concerned noises, but Tony just holds up his hand to stop them. “No. I’m fine now. I’m not sad anymore. Just mad. It does help,” he adds, just to make it clear to them. “That Jarvis killed Obadiah himself. I cannot think of a single person other than me who should have had that privilege.” “I can’t think of anyone else either,” Bucky answers immediately, and Steve nods in agreement.
The castle isn’t fit for royalty to stay there though. The squatters know that, are waiting outside the gates to shuffle back in. Tony pauses to say goodbye to them, the truest subjects royalty can have. Howard and Maria had taken care of them. Obadiah had changed that. “You’re a good boy. Your parents would be proud,” the hunched over lady repeats, patting his hand. “I do hope your children take after you,” she adds, voice taking on a rasp like she’s trying to whisper but incapable of actually lowering her voice. “The blond one’s eyes are too close together, and the brunet’s nose is crooked.” “…Is my nose really crooked?” Bucky asks after they get underway, and Tony laughs. Steve frowns at him. “I dunno. Are my eyes really too close together?” Tony laughs so hard he stops making noise. He doesn’t answer them when he finally stops though.
(“I wish we could spend more time here,” Tony whispers. “I wish… Things could have been so different. Do you think we would have ended up together if my parents had lived?” Steve and Bucky don’t know. They just don’t. Howard had been good friends with Duchess Margaret, and Sarah trusted Margaret’s judgement. It’s possible. But then maybe they wouldn’t have. Maybe Howard and Maria would have tried to find a match for Tony closer in age. Maybe Shuri, or T’Challa. Sarah talked about how Howard had wanted some Wakandan ore, and Tony gets along with them. He’d have been happy with them, too. “Yeah,” Steve says after a moment, and reaches out to grab Tony’s hand, grip it tight. “Yeah, we would have.” Tony smiles at him. It’s a lie Steve and Bucky are okay with.)
((Before they left, Steve pulled out a piece of his drawing paper, a piece of charcoal, and pressed the paper over the carving in the tree, used the charcoal to take a rubbing of it. Tony would never ask or allow for the tree to be cut down. He’ll appreciate this, though, when Steve gives it to him. Maybe they’ll return to the old castle again. Maybe they’ll bring the boys. Maybe Tony would like all of their initials carved into the tree too.))
((OKAY. SO THIS ONE IS A LITTLE WEIRD. It
has a preface? And then the reactions. That’s what I get for combining four
asks. I SPENT A REALLY LONG TIME ON THIS. I know
that some are a lot longer than others *cough craig cahn cough* and I
apologize, but it’s really all about what comes to me. I can’t force it or
it’ll be bad writing! Hope you enjoy anyway!!! It’s LOOOOONG, so its under the cut! ))
I was thinking about how Newt Scamander’s full name is Newton and how that reminds me of Fig Newtons, when I thought of something.
Jacob Kowalski’s bakery makes pastries in shapes of the creatures he thinks are sprung from his own imagination. But obviously we know that’s not true. But what if he made more than just the creatures?
What if he suddenly finds himself craving Fig Newtons one day, and then dreams up a pastry shaped like a newt. He has a strange feeling that the newt should be instead in the form of a man, but shrugs it off.
What if before that, before he made any other of his creations, he had an overwhelming urge to make something fit for royalty, for a queen. He digs deep and creates a beautiful ringed pastry, much like a crown a queen might wear. But frowns. It isn’t enough.
So he keeps working, keeps trying to bring the idea, the overwhelming presence that is lingering just under the surface, to fruition. One day he finds himself playing chess with a friend, and his eyes are nearly constantly fixed on his Queen. He feels he must protect that Queen at all costs, and not just in the game. When he wins, he holds the Queen in his hand as though it were something immensely precious to him. He asks his friend if he can buy the set, insisting until the friend agrees.
Later that night he sets the chess set up on the counter in his kitchen, and begins to bake, working intently without really realizing what he is doing. He casts his eyes to the Queen on his counter often. When he stops to really see what he has been doing, an intricate chess piece stands before him, a Queen, complete with a crown set upon short ringlets. Golden ringlets. It is perfect.
While he pours every inch of himself into every thing he makes, he gives just a little bit more to his Queen pastries. He finds himself shortening the name for them to Queenies. And his Queenies become his most popular item.
They are well known all over the city, and new people are always stopping by just to try one. Until one day, someone walks in that seems as though she stepped from his own dreams, that vision that has been always just out of reach in his mind is suddenly a reality.
“Oh! You startled me… Here I thought we might have to tussle!”
more of my zora boy, alca, as i promised! (his real name is alcaeus btw.) he is, once again, a zora traveler who is obsessed with food and who will gladly buy ingredients from you at exorbitant prices. he likes gourmet meat and hearty bass, but stealthfin trout will make him happy, too!
his cooking is fit for zora royalty, but unfortunately he’s been traveling for so long that he’s totally forgotten about zora’s domain…
Could you maybe do some romantic headcanons with the paladins (+Allura because she is Best Space Princess, second only to Leia) with a slightly chubby s/o (that still kicks butt)? You don't have to if you're not comfortable. Thanks, love!
A/N: This is new for me, so, treat me with care here. I’m not sure if its romantic
Lance will be Lance. He will be romantic, in a way. He will shower his s/o with some flirtatious jokes and some cheesy pick up lines. He will try to be a gentleman in front of his s/o.
On dates, he will 2x the Lance you knew to the Lance, Mr Romantic. He will boast about his s/o. Telling everyone how cute and adorable they are. Even if they are blushing, he will continue. BOY HE WILL CONTINUE. HAVE YOU SEEN HIM ON DATES? He will be that dork who tried his best to impress his s/o but. But. His s/o will rule the date by blushing red and suttering as hell.
Non-stop kisses. Repeat after me. Non-stop kisses from every direction. Sometimes, it could be a surprise kiss or a wake up kiss. It depends on him or his s/o who do it. Some kisses are cheering up kisses. When his s/o feel bad, he will gently kiss them.
When his s/o kicks butt, oh boy, its like its the first time meeting them. Its like flirting them from square one.
This guy, he is a nervous wreck. Romance is not his forte. He will babble non stop and blush as hell. Plus, he won’t make fun of his s/o body form. Look at his body, he will scare those who make fun of his s/o. In fact, he will cheer them up with food. Food is love, food is life.
He is the Masterchef of food. He will spoiled his s/o with his cooking skills and master creation. When they go on a date, food galore for everyone - I mean, his s/o. Only his s/o.
Random hugs out of nowhere. I mean it. You can’t beat the hug. Embrace the hug. Kisses on the cheek, forehead. He will cheer up his s/o when they feel bad about their figure. Cheer up with food.
This guy will feel happy when his s/o can defend themselves. He will reward his s/o with some food. Not from Coran, from Hunk.
This little girl will give her s/o hugs. She may be short but her s/o loves it. She knows about her s/o body. She won’t make fun of it, instead she gives them some love. She will roast those who make fun of them.
She is smart. She will read some books on how to be romantic. She will try her best to romantic as possible. Her s/o will be happy.
In dates, its her or her s/o who will be romantic. Doesn’t matter who, they will be the adorable couple that makes everyone goes, “Awww….”
When she is stress, her s/o will cheer her up with some funny stories. When she stay up all night, her s/o will be there for her. As a makeshift pillow. Or a bed. You’ll decide.
First reaction is like, “Oh my gosh, did you do that?” to “Beat ‘em up! You can do it!” She will support you all the way. Even in battle.
I think Keith is those guys who are hard on the outside and nice on the inside. He will protect his s/o from bad comments about their body form. You do not want to mess him. Don’t mess with Keith.
For romance, he is not the type of guy who deal with it. He is a shy type. The awkward, blushing shy type. His s/o will tease him, in results, cause him to blush and look away. Despite
his personality, his s/o is the one who will do romantic acts towards him
Dating him include, him being all gentlemanly and protective. He will treat his s/o with care. Sometimes he brings them out for some night rides. He loved it when his s/o are wrap around his waist. He knows that they won’t let go.
He will give his s/o some kisses. When they are alone. Not with around the team. Kisses on the cheek, forehead and hands.
He’s impressed by his s/o skills. If they keep impressing him, he will invite them for a sparring. Together.
When someone makes fun of his s/o, you could feel him glaring at the person. The cold stone glare. The person would shrink away as he tower over their small form. You see my arm? It glows and it can slice and dice.
He don’t care about how their look, he cheer them up. With some funny stories of him in the Garrison and some deep words. He will cherish the moment when his s/o is smiling and laughing. If he’s s/o are happy, then he’s happy.
As Senior Officer, he might went on a few dates but I guess he is the romantic/ gentleman role. He always swoops his s/o from their feet with his looks. I mean, imagine him, wearing a tux, all sharp and nicely dressed. Even his hips are killing you.
Then there’s sweet moments when its just the both of you, cuddling away. His favourite spot to kiss are at the back or at the side of the neck. The lips are his main attention. When his s/o fall asleep, he will carry them back to bed and join them.
Like a proud dad boyfriend he is, he felt pride and happiness, seeing his s/o who can defend themselves while being adorable. He does not have to worry about his s/o. He knows his s/o can take of themselves.
She hates it when someone makes fun of her s/o. Instead of kicking them, she will scold the person. With strong and long words. You could see why her s/o don’t mess with Allura. The person would rethink of their actions and apologize to her s/o.
Seeing she is a lady with a higher status, I suggest a high and fancy date that was fit for royalty. Or else Coran will scold you for bringing her to low ranking place to eat. If her s/o don’t know how to eat with polite and grace, she will guide them. Patience yields focus.
Romantic gestures are all done by her. The way she hugs, the way she give the kisses and some romantic acts to her s/o are sweet and gentle. Besides, she admire her s/o body figure. To be honest, she feel a little jealous with her s/o, always wondering why.
In fact, her s/o will be with Allura. Giving her some words of wisdom, from their world. They will cheer her up whenever she thinks about her father.
It will be killer duo, for the both of them. She can kick butt, her s/o can kick butt. Be careful of these two. You do not want to get your butt kicked by these two. Or else, K.O.
Everything was in place – right down to the dainty flower
petals that littered the ground from the entrance gates to the bandstand in the
middle of the park. Unbeknownst to you – while you had been at classes and work
this entire week, Jungkook had been setting in place a very special and
important plan, and as he counted down the hours; he began to feel extremely on
edge about everything.
You and John get a little closer, Tommy reminds you that his brother is off limits.
Groupie - Tommy Shelby | part 6 of Gods + Monsters
The club Tommy took you to was nothing like the places people went in Birmingham. There, the nicest place to get a drink was the Garrison. In comparison this place looked fit for royalty. There was a live band playing music on a stage, ladies dressed far better than you could ever afford totted around trays of alcohol. Tommy walked first into the club, heading for a table right in the middle. Arthur followed behind his brother, head high as he walked through the crowd. John stopped behind you, laying a hand on your lower back and leaning close to your ear.
Please be gentle on me. This is very loosely based on the myth and was meant to be a short little one shot snippet for @snh-snh-snh. But, I feel like to do the story justice it has to be a longer piece. I’m still trying to figure out lots of logistics, world building, and character stuff, so it might be a bit choppy right now. I’m hoping to make this a longer fic and go outside my comfort zone. AU’s aren’t my usual thing, so I hope you enjoy! Apologies if I take forever to update!
Will Graham didn’t know how he had found himself in this strange situation. He remembered going out to fish. Remembered the soft breeze through the pines, the smell of lake water and of trout in the basket, hearing his dogs barking happily. At the corners of his memory he recalled curling up into the cool grass next to the lake, using his jacket as a pillow, and drifting off to sleep in the morning’s rising sunlight.
Will dreamed the earth had opened up to swallow him whole, but these were not uncommon dreams for him lately. Thoughts of death, of bodies broken, covered in blood, arranged in macabre positions haunted his nightmares. He often wished to be taken over by a flood or to be buried deep in the earth where his thoughts could be quiet and he could sleep. Just sleep. And, clearly, he had yet to wake from the dream.
The ceiling was dark above him, decorated with beautiful, intricate designs. Skeletons, chalices, jagged edges in ornate gold and red. White marble columns lined the edges of the room. His back rested against cool silk. A bed of sorts.
Looking down at his body, he realized he was wearing nothing but a white shift. He got up from the bed; his head swimming. There was a pitcher of water on a table beside him and an outfit, dark robes; it seemed fit for royalty. His old, worn fishing outfit was nowhere to be found. Seeing no other choice, he put it on. It felt almost cold against his naked flesh. Pomegranates, sliced in half, their sticky juice gathering at the edges of the platter like blood, made his mouth water. But, he had the good sense to not touch them.
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Unbeta’d. All errors are my own.
Peeta chuckles every time he glimpses the bride. Everywhere he looks, Primrose Everdeen — or Hawthorne now, he supposes — is always on the periphery of his vision.