palace of the workers

anonymous asked:

it's my birthday tomorrow (i doubt this matters anyway aaaa) so could you write a lil prince!minhyuk (mx) au

omg ofc it matters, it’s your birthday!!!!
i hope this is ok,,,,,and please consider it as my present to you sweetheart~!!

  • is really cute at all the royal events because lbr he does the peace sign at the cameras and waves to the crowds and probably forgets that he’s supposed to look Serious and Rich in photos for the press but he’s just all eye smiles, big toothy grins
  • is so popular with kids,,,,,tbh if he could he’d just spend every waking moment volunteering at schools, orphanages, after-school sports clubs, like,,,,,,,,,,
  • and it’s cute he’s on posters in schools all around the country advertising like safety and anti-bullying and literally like an icon of positiveness??? 
  • all the younger kids are like “i wanna be like prince minhyuk when i grow up!!!!!” 
  • he once was in a march with the royal family and a little girl ran out into the crowd like right into his arms and instead of getting mad he just picked her up and put his crown on her head and was like “you’re a princess now!!!” and she was giggling
  • and the bodyguards were like pRince,,,,,we need to get her to her mother,,,,,,,and minhyuk was like aww ): but ok!!!! and he gave her over and she took the crown off to return
  • but minhyuk was like keep it!!!
  • (that crown was probably worth 35k like no biggie whatEVER)
  • and you’re just a humble pantry worker at the royal palace like,,,you’re not even a cook or a servant,,,,you just work in the kitchen as a helper to the others
  • and on the downlow you’ve been taking cans of untouched food over to your local orphanage where you know they’ve been tight on money. sometimes if there’s leftovers pastries that no one wants, you take those too
  • and you didn’t think you were doing anything bad but when someone snitches on you, you’re brought before the prince and minhyuk is like “is it true you stole from the royal family?”
  • and you’re like “well,,,,it was food the cooks weren’t using or didn’t want i didn’t think-”
  • and he looks so stern and nothing like his usual happy-go-lucky self and he’s like “still, did anyone give you the right to take what belongs to us?” and you’re bowing your head like no,,,,,and you’re like frick im gonna get fired
  • but suddenly minhyuk calls the guards to leave the room so he can be alone with you to think of a punishment and when they’re gone you hear him sigh and you’re like ???
  • and he’s like “that was close,,,,,they need to think im actually going to punish you so i don’t have to fire you”
  • and you’re like wait what you’re not mad ??? at me??
  • and minhyuk moves closer and takes your hand and he’s like “what you’re doing is great!!! i want to help you from now on, will you let me?”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,omgidshgl,,,,,you’re the prince of course i can’t let you do anything but oh my god???
  • and minhyuk is like “good!!! i think i can get some more people in on it so you can take more food for the kids!!!” and your heart is swelling because,,,,,he’s so sweet he really cares,,,,,,
  • but you also look down to minhyuk’s hand holding yours and you’re like “um-” but he’s excitedly chattering about figuring out a plan to smuggle more food out of the palace
  • and when he’s done you’re red in the face because,,,his hand,,,,,and minhyuk is like “are you ok?? is it hot in here??” and you’re like nO,,,,nothing it’s nothing
  • and he squeezes your hand and is like “let’s meet in the pantry tomorrow and we’ll see what we can take - ok?”
  • and that’s how you end up meeting the prince secretly after the cooks have gone and you get some servants to help get the cans of food out in big bags
  • and every time minhyuk and you are in the dark pantry alone,,,he’s like “be careful - here take this light - can you reach that shelf, ill do it?”
  • and one day after you’ve given the servants all the cans you’re like “well, i need to go with them -” 
  • but minhyuk gently takes your wrist and brings your hand up to kiss the top of your palm and he’s like “be safe,,,” and you’re like WHAt,,,is happening,,,,,,he kisse d my hand??? and minhyuk is like
  • “you’re like an angel to those kids, and now you’re like an angel to me too”
  • and you want to melt right into the floor but you have to go and when you do minhyuk actually does melt into the floor because tHAT Was C O R N Y ,,,,,,,, god why’d he say t hat he just wants you to like him back,,,,,,,,,hehe being a prince doesn’t make you automatically good at flirting he should ask stable worker kihyun for help hehe 
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The last imperial costume ball of Russia: 1903, Winter Palace (Click to enlarge and see names)

The 1903 Ball in the Winter Palace (Russian: Костюмированный бал 1903 года) was a luxurious ball during the reign of the emperor Nicholas II of Russia. It was held in the Winter Palace, Saint Petersburg, in two stages, on February 11 and 13. All the visitors were in bejeweled 17th-century style costumes, made from designs by the artist Sergey Solomko, in collaboration with historical experts.

Grand Duke Alexander Mikhailovitch recalled the occasion as “the last spectacular ball in the history of the empire … [but] a new and hostile Russia glared through the large windows of the palace … while we danced, the workers were striking and the clouds in the Far East were hanging dangerously low.”[1]

The entire Imperial family, the Tsar as Alexei I, the Tsaritsa as Maria Miloslavskaya, all dressed in rich 17th-century attire, posed in the Hermitage’s theatre, many wearing priceless original items brought specially from the Kremlin,[2] for what was to be their final photograph together.[3]

A Different Mask

Hi this is bad but I’m posting it anyway

The world of the Phantom Thieves was a hilly one. There were challenges and calm, dangers and warm moments. But all the Phantom Thieves had one thing in common: they went through their pain together. They had been there for each other when nobody else possibly could be. When one Thief couldn’t be there, there was always another to help with whatever pain one had. They were, as they say, thick as thieves. All the Phantom Thieves had reached one unconscious conclusion, as well: none of them had been through as much as their leader. They all agreed on it, even if they didn’t know it.

Akira Kurusu deserved the world.

The group would always be there for each other. Akira knew that fully well. Yet he never leaned on them when things got rough in his head. They all relied on each other, but Akira couldn’t bring himself to put his problems on their shoulders. Whenever his confidence wavered in a Palace, the team was always hyping him up. But that’s all they saw.

They didn’t see his emotions outside the Metaverse. Those were his only secret. They didn’t know about his nightmares. They didn’t know the reason he listened to all of their problems was so they didn’t end up like him. He wanted them to have someone to turn to. So he locked his feelings away to be the cool and collected leader he was. Supposedly.

He kept his trauma inside. He kept the anger he felt when his friends were taunted and teased contained. He tried to make the comments from the kids at Shujin go in one ear and out the other. Whenever someone looked at him with that look of disapproval, he oh so tried to shake it off. But it all made him have days where everything just felt… numb. Like nothing he did mattered. These days were the days he thought about betrayal. Where he thought about his friends leaving him behind. Abandoning him.

Akira Kurusu was scared.

Today was a day where his feelings slipped themselves into every crack of his thoughts they could find. They partially distracted him at school, made his comments to his friends sound half-hearted when he truly meant them, kept his responses to Sojiro short, and made him reluctantly obey Morgana when he told him to sleep.

“Hey, Akira, what’d you get on the third question of the test? I put B, but I’m not very confident in my answers,” Ann sighed, resting her head on her hand. She had her mouth in a pout with her genuine look of unconfidence.

“I got B, too,” Akira responded. He sounded uninterested, but he really wanted to boost Ann’s spirits.

“Oh, great!” Ann said with a smile. “That makes me feel better.”

She spun back around when the next teacher walked in the room. He didn’t miss her look of slight concern while she turned.

“Welcome back. How was school?” Sojiro asked when the bell rang above the door to LeBlanc.

“Good, as always,” Akira responded, it didn’t come out as he intended it to.

Sojiro just laughed softly, “An answer I’d expect from you.”

He frowned as Akira moved towards the stairs, absentmindedly wiping away at a glass.

“So, you ready to go to bed?” Morgana asked later.

“Yep,” Akira replied, sliding under the covers. “I’m tired.”

“For once,” Morgana said sarcastically. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Akira turned on his side and shut his eyes.

He didn’t see Morgana jump on the bed and give him a worried look. He just felt him curl up next to him and release a sigh.

Akira had a nightmare. He was back in Okumura’s Palace. A crowd of worker robots surrounded him and his friends. They had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. They fought and they fought to no avail. Akira had to watch as his friends fell around him, one by one.

Ann was bleeding from a wound on her head. Makoto’s arm was broken at the elbow, told by it’s odd angle. Yusuke was so beaten he couldn’t stand. Futaba was trapped outside the circle, not hurt but in danger. Morgana was struggling to stay conscious. Ryuji’s leg had given out on him due to the stress. Haru was standing mostly uninjured, but her father’s shadow was pestering her with “Okumura Daughter” duties. Akira was helpless he couldn’t do anything. He was exhausted. He fell to his knees.

“This is what brats like you get for meddling in the wrong business,” Okumura walked to Akira. “You get beat.”

There was a gun shot, but Akira missed it. He woke with a start. He was shaking. He felt lightheaded. He couldn’t focus. He pulled his knees to his chest and squeezed them tight. He didn’t notice Morgana stir next to him.

Morgana didn’t move. He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to risk Akira’s panic getting worse. Instead he just pretended to shift in his sleep.

Akira’s shaky hand reached for the windowsill. He grabbed his phone and checked the group chat. Nobody had said anything since their final goodnights. He wanted to talk with someone, anyone. But who would be awake at this time of night? He gave in.

Akira: Is anyone awake?

Ryuji: yeah

Ann: yep

Futaba: mhm

Yusuke: Yes.

Haru: I am.

Makoto: So we’re all awake at this ungodly hour?

Ryuji: i couldnt sleep

Ann: Me neither

Ann: I keep falling asleep and waking up again

Haru: I get how you feel, I was just thinking of texting you all myself.

Yusuke: I am only awake because Futaba is keeping me up with her constant messaging.

Futaba: this is important stuff im sending you!

Yusuke: You are sending me pictures of foxes in costumes.

Futaba: EXACTLY

Makoto: So in one way or another… We all are having a struggle with sleeping.

Ryuji: thats what it looks like

Ryuji: aww man i wish we could meet up

Ryuji: im not even sure if i feel tired anymore

Ann: I mean, it’s almost 5, we could meet up anyways?

Makoto: When did everyone go to bed?

Ryuji: 10

Ann: 9:45

Haru: Nine ‘o clock.

Yusuke: Eleven

Akira: 10:30

Futaba: ive taken naps throughout the day so im not really tired

Makoto: I see.

Makoto: Well, I guess we all got reasonable hours of sleep.

Makoto: I will permit this once, and only because we are all in the same boat here.

Ryuji: all right!

Ann: Yes! I’ve always dreamed of doing something like this!

Yusuke: Where should we meet?

Ryuji: how about Akira’s place? is that ok? the place doesn’t open until 8, right?

Akira: Yeah, it should be fine.

Haru: What about Mona? Is he awake?

Akira poked the cat with his finger. His hand still felt slightly shaky, but he was calming. Morgana meowed in reply, but rolled onto his side to look up at Akira.

Akira: He’s up.

Futaba: Great! See you all there!

Akira sat his phone screen down on his bed. Morgana now laid on his stomach, his tail swishing around.

“What’s up?” he asked drowsily.

“Everyone’s coming over. No one could sleep except you,” Akira replied, semi-sarcastic.

“Ok, might wanna fix that bedhead of yours a bit, though,” Morgana replied.

Futaba was quick to hop onto Akira’s bed, sitting criss-cross for once. Ryuji sat on one end of the couch and Ann on the other, stretching her legs out across Ryuji’s lap. Makoto and Haru sat on the floor by the sofa. Yusuke simply took a chair.

“Man, I’m glad to be outta my house. There was no chance of me sleepin’ anymore,” Ryuji groaned.

“Every time I shut my eyes, they just wanted to open again,” Ann complained through a partial yawn.

“I would fall asleep for an hour at a time. It’s rare I sleep like that,” Haru shook her head.

“Do we all have something on our mind that’s keeping us up?” Makoto questioned why this was happening.

“Umm… not that I can think of,” Ann answered.

“There’s nothing that would keep me up at night except Futaba,” Yusuke commented.

“Shut it, Inari,” Futaba responded.

Akira fumbled for words. He ran a hand through his hair in thought. While the others maintained a steady conversation on sleep habits, Akira was lost in his thoughts. He wanted to tell them. He didn’t want to keep his emotions a secret anymore, they deserved to know. They cared about him and should know when he’s feeling down. But how could he start? He didn’t have to.

“Akira? You ok?” Morgana asked, tail swishing. “You look kind of out of it.”

“Now that he mentions it, ya do, dude. What’s up?” Ryuji is quick to follow up.

Akira hesitates, “There… There’s something I need to tell you all.”

Akira talked the most he had ever talked at once then. He told them about his nightmares of losing them and everything he’s ever known. He told them about his emotions building up and how he felt like crap on those certain days. He poured his heart out in a matter of minutes because he wanted to stop hiding this. He wanted to stop being scared. He talked about the trial and being sent to Tokyo by his parents and how it made him feel so… abandoned. Betrayed.

“Akira… You know you can talk to us, man,” Ryuji was frowning though he was definitely concerned.

“Yes, you will always be one of us,” Yusuke spoke, sitting on the edge of his seat.

“Mhm, text me whenever and I’ll be sure to respond!” Futaba nodded encouragingly.

“We will always be there for you, Akira,” Makoto had slid closer and placed a hand on his knee. “Wherever we may be, we will always be willing to talk.”

Akira felt his hands get shaky again. But there was no fear or panic this time, just relief. They still saw him as Joker, their leader. Their tactician. Their friend.

“I never would have known this affected you so much if you hadn’t told us,” Ann frowned guiltily.

“Yeah, I feel bad,” Ryuji looked sad. He faced Akira seriously. “Just worry about yourself, man, before you worry about what others say.”

“They don’t know you like we do, anyways,” Futaba added.

Akira nodded. His face was hot. He was struggling to keep his shaky hands under control. He felt tears welling behind his eyes. Why was he still trying to keep his emotions in?

“I’m glad you told us about this,” Haru smiled at him warmly.

“You can surely rely on us as much as we have relied on you, leader,” Yusuke says assuringly.

Futaba quickly hugged Akira’s arm when he began to cry. It ended up with all of the Phantom Thieves on or around his bed. Ann was on his other side, head on his shoulder. Ryuji sat on the other side of Futaba, his hand lingering close to Akira. Makoto was kneeling in front of him, clasping a hand in both of hers. Yusuke and Haru sat in chairs on either side of her, leaning in close to fill the circle.

Akira’s free hand was on his face, wiping away tears that kept being replaced. Morgana squeezed in and curled up in his lap, nudging him with his nose.

“We’re a team, Akira. Teammates never leave another behind,” he said, closing his eyes.

The Phantom Thieves of Hearts had always had one thing in common: they shared their pain together. And they all awakened to one more thing; Akira Kurusu deserved the world.

katennara  asked:

I like the idea of Jackie as a fashion designer. She has to have some skills for drawing in that, imagine if Jackie knew how to draw and makes sketches of her friends without them noticing until one day one of them finds them or something and they are really nice :3

When she moves with Donna, her friend notices how much Jackie uses a small, yellow notebook. It’s not her diary, it looks more like a moleskine or something, and she knows Jackie isn’t writing. 

She doesn’t say anything at first, Donna asks first Hyde about it and he looks at her as if asking what is she talking about, and only says that “Jackie has lots of notebooks, man”. Which isn’t a lie, but still…

Finally, she asks and Jackie hugs the thing to her chest, says it’s her diary and “it’s nothing” at the same time, then leaves the room.

Donna searched the notebook next time, but finds nothing. It must be at the basement, probably with Hyde (who obviously know what notebook is and what Jackie does there), so she tells Eric and he tells Fez, and now the three of them are only waiting for Hyde to go away, so they can sneek around his room and see if they can find the thing.

Finally, Eric thinks of asking Kelso but he knows shit about it and when Jackie happily announces she and her Steven are going on a date (”Ugh”, “Yummy”, “Eww”, *giggles*), the four of them only wait for the sound of El Camino driving away for all to ran into Hyde’s room and search.

Nothing.

Defeated, Donna goes back to her house and knows she may be woke by Jackie when she gets home, so tries her best to enjoy her hours alone when holy fuck, the notebook is peeking out Jackie’s bagpack for school. She takes it, excitment making her smile, knowing she may find something embarrassing when–

The first half of it is filled with fashion designs that are– they are actually good. And Donna blinks, and then smiles but gets a little bit offended at titles like “lumberjack style fashion for Donnas” and “sluty yet nice for Lauries”, and so on. The thing is– she would wear that, if done with the right material and the right size for her.

Her friend does know what she’s talking about when mentions clothes, she realizes. And she keeps looking until–

(art by @doodlebugdebz here)

The next half of the notebook suddenly becomes the basement and school, and other every day scenes between them. She also has the cheer squad with little notes about them, she has professors, her [Jackie], her stuffed animals, them, Mrs. Forman and Red, her [Donna’s] dad, even her mom…

And slowly, it starts changing again, Hyde starts appearing more often. There’s more fashion designs, now for men and the model looks like Hyde a lot. She later has a drawing of the old dude that was her boss at the Cheese Palace, some other of her co-worker and superior, one of Joanne, and more Hyde.

There’s a page that has a girl curled in herself in the corner, nothing else. She understands the girl is crying. The next page, has Hyde with his summer beard, followed by details of his hands, and his eyes, his sunglasses and his belt buckles…

Jackie yells at her to give back her notebook. Donna laughs and rans from her, saying that she is a sensitive artist and whatnot. She doesn’t stop until she sees Jackie’s face all read and about to cry. For some reason, it embarrasses her and Donna gives back her notebook.

“I’m sorry…”

“You had no right to look at it!”

The next day, Hyde is looking weird at her and Donna swallows. When he finally talks to her, he explains, voice covered in his coolest demeanor, “That thing is like her diary, she doesn’t want anyone to look at it. You should had left it when I told you, man.”

“You said you didn’t know.”

“Read the mood, Donna.”

“Come on. She’s is so good. Why isn’t she telling this to everyone?”

“She is, right? Well, she knows too and doesn’t want those things out. You know the ones.”

Donna doesn’t explain she didn’t saw the rest of the notebook but remembers the sketch of the girl curled in the corner. “It’s like her diary”, the details of Hyde’s body are from the summer, and she shouldn’t had look at that.

Before she can apologize to Jackie, she gets into the basement and slams the door closed. She is carrying tons of paper sheets and throws them all in front of Donna. 

“I over reacted.” She says and goes to sit down on Hyde’s lap. “Don’t touch my notebook again, please. You can look at those.”

Donna does it. There are more fashion designs and an unfinished drawing of Donna reading on her bed. She recognizes the clothes as the ones she was wearing the first night Jackie spend in her house.

Not knowing what else to say, she apologizes and soon starts telling Jackie how good she thinks she is and if she is planning on going to fashion school. They start talking about it, when the others come in, Jackie looks a little nervous that Eric grabs her drawings and Fez looks at the others, but when she looks down at Hyde, he smiles and her and Donna smiles seeing how that quickly calms Jackie.

“Wow, Donna! Who did this for you?” Eric asks when he recognizes his girlfriend in the drawing. Donna looks at Jackie and she only nods.

“It’s Jackie’s.”

“Whaaaaaat?”

The same questions are repeated, Donna has to also tell a small lie, that she found these and not the notebook. Soon Kelso starts saying she should draw him and that he would pose for her naked for future references, which wins him a, “Jackie, stand up, I need to punch a moron”.

Fez wants a drawing of him and Nina, while Eric says he will be truly impressed only if she can draw the Death Star. Jackie rolls her eyes at all of them, but smiles at the fact that– it wasn’t so bad, uh?

More Than Gold (Bucky x reader)

Summary: Bucky had been in love with Y/N since he was a child, which made it all the more painful that they could never be together. She was a Princess, destined to be Queen, and he was simply a servant. The two could never be. Or at least that’s what Bucky thought. 

Warnings: Angst (happy ending!)

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Grace surrounded her; an aura of complete, unfaltering perfection. Her rose-coloured gown lay draped across her form, trailing behind her as she sauntered across the hall with her head held high. Bucky could only watch from his place in the shadows as she politely greeted fellow royalty and possible suitors, wishing that, just once, he could have the chance to wrap his hand around hers, if even for just a few seconds. He had known her since he first began to work in the palace when they were children, and he had loved her for just as long. Of course, he knew that she could never be his, no matter how much that made his withered heart ache. It was his mama, the head maid of the palace, who had made sure he truly understood his place after she caught him leaving flowers from the gardens outside the Princess’s door when he was fifteen. “You see, James, we’re not like them. Princess Y/N is lovely, but you are out of place to pursue her. You are a servant of the royal family and any ignorance of that can get you into great trouble.” It broke Bucky to finally understand that she was a Princess, a future Queen, and he was but a poor boy desperate to love her, but he accepted it and instead spent the following years admiring her from afar, and filling her glass the moment she emptied it.


Y/N tiptoed down the ridiculously long staircase to the front doors of the palace, pulling them open and stepping outside. The night air was surprisingly warm, encasing her skin and pulling her further into the darkness. She often found solace in these nights, when the only sound came from the wildlife in the bushes and the only light came from the gleaming stars above. It was cliché, but though she appreciated the privileges of her life she often resented it, desperately seeking a sense of normality amongst the haze of royalty. This resentment had only grown now that she was old enough to find a husband, a search her parents had not hesitated to begin. Every day she was presented with a new variety of men, each offering more than the other; land, power, vast riches, though none of it mattered to Y/N when she could not find the one thing she desired: love. Instead, she turned her nose at each one and fretted that her mother and father would be mad at her inability to choose a husband and force her hand in marriage, as had happened in so many other kingdoms. Realising she had lost herself in worry, Y/N soothed the furrow in her brow and focused her gaze on the flowers that laced the impressive garden, only to have it snatched away by a figure stood beside the bushes.

Y/N almost gasped upon seeing who the figure was, feeling somewhat exposed in just her silk nightie. James’s face had been a familiar one since she was a child, though she had not acquainted herself with him, no matter how much she longed to. It was a known rule that royals did not engage with their servants except when regarding their services, another notion that repulsed Y/N, and one she often attempted to break. Since her teen years she had befriended many of the palace workers and although they were hesitant at first, she would join the maids for afternoon tea in their quarters, finding that she enjoyed their company much more than that of her royal peers. Ever since she was young, Y/N had been rather fond of James, hence why she was so heartbroken when he ran away the first time she gathered the confidence to approach him. This continued, he would see her coming towards him and leave the room before she could. Eventually, Y/N accepted that James simply did not want to acquaint himself with her and gave up trying, once again cursing her royal blood.

Bucky saw her as soon as she did him. His breath hitched in his throat and he strained his eyes not to wander across her body, knowing his mama taught him better. Instead he looked away, ashamed to be in her presence. He was aware she had been meeting possible suitors all day; hell, he had served drinks to most of them, his stomach plummeting as he was again reminded of how he was nothing but a servant to her, and how he could never compare to those men. Drawing lost breath into his lungs, Bucky looked up and shakily apologised for getting in the way of her night time walk.

“I am truly sorry, ma’am, I was ju-”

“It’s James, isn’t it?”

Bucky’s heart stopped. She knew his name. She knew him. His eyes widened as he desperately searched for something to say, aware that it was widely inappropriate for him to exchange even pleasant conversation with her.

“Y-Yes, ma’am.”

Y/N smiled at this, overjoyed as she heard the man speak for the first time. His voice was low and gruff, though it was shy and came out as barely a whisper.

“Wonderful, I am Y/N, it is a pleasure to finally speak to you.”

She carefully offered her hand, hope casting over her features at the prospect of finally growing close to the man she had admired since she was a child. This hope was immediately replaced with hurt as Bucky stood back and began to stutter “I… forgive me. I must go” and with that, he turned his back and ran away from her once more.


Bucky slammed the door to his room shut, collapsing behind it and burrowing his tear-stained face between his knees. She was so close to him, so close he could touch her, but he couldn’t allow himself such a pleasure. She was the future Queen of the kingdom, and he was just a servant boy chasing what he could never have. Bucky’s heart had broken over Y/N many a time; when his mother warned him not to love her, when he heard she was searching for a suitor, perhaps every time he laid his eyes upon her but nothing hurt quite as much as being so goddamn close and yet, never having felt so far away. He felt like a starved man who had an entire feast ripped away from him. Like a freezing man watching the fire that kept him warm dwindle. Like a poor man who had dropped his only change down the drain and into the dirt.

She was an ocean. Beautiful from afar, but once he got too close, he drowned.


Bucky had lay curled up in a foetal position by his door for what felt like minutes but must have been hours, all night even, until a timorous knock came from the other side. He had half a mind to ignore it in his sullen state, however he knew that it was likely his services were required somewhere in the palace, and he also knew that he could lose his job should he ignore his duties. Instead he dusted himself off and wiped the tears from beneath his reddened eyes before pulling the crooked door open. What he certainly didn’t expect was to see her, Y/N, behind it.

She had changed from her nightie into much more appropriate attire with a blue lace gown that clung to her form. Her beauty was captivating, a stark contrast against the dark, dusty walls of the servant’s quarters and she seemed nothing short of out of place. Like so many times before, Bucky found himself speechless at her mere visage and stood rooted with his mouth agape and his heart thumping wildly.

“James, I have come to apologise. I do not understand why you dislike me, however I accept it and am truly sorry for trying on so many occasions to force your acquaintance.” She didn’t speak with confidence or boldness like Bucky had seen her do so often before. Her voice was quiet, breaking at times, and it was only now that he noticed the tears swelling in her eyes. The agony in his chest became even more brutal at the sight of her vulnerability, her pain, and it took all his effort not to shed more tears than he already had, so much so that his throat began to burn. Y/N nodded to herself and began to walk away before a deep voice even quieter than her own whispered “p-please… don’t go.” She stopped in her tracks, turning to face the man as hope dusted her features. “I’m sorry,” he continued, “I didn’t mean to offend you, ma’am. I-I have no choice, you see…” trailing off, Bucky scrambled for the right words, unsure of himself. He couldn’t tell her he loved her. Could he? She wanted to know him, to be his friend, as if they were equals. Maybe she would accept his heart. With a deep breath, Bucky lifted his heavy eyes from the floor and connected them with her glossy Y/E/C ones, the ones that reminded him so much of his favourite gemstone, and spoke with a cracked dignity.

“Since I was a child, I have loved you. Since I was a child, I have thanked God every day for allowing me to witness one of his very own angels on earth. I never quite understood how or why I was lucky enough to be graced by your presence, even in just passing moments, though I have never questioned it. You are the stars in the sky that make the night even brighter. You are the fresh wind on a sweltering summer’s day. You are everything to me and my heart can only wither because I know we can never be. I have nothing good for you. I have flowers from the garden, pastries baked by my own hand, wretched jewellery from the market. I know of men with riches far greater than I could ever envision, and I know you are to marry one of those men. But, I want you to know that the love I have for you weighs more than the gold that spills from their pockets, that it stains my skin and invades my lungs. I…I…” Bucky tried to continue, but his emotions overwhelmed him and a familiar pain crawled up his throat as tears escaped his stinging blue eyes. Y/N stood frozen in complete shock, her mouth opening as if she were to speak, only to close again. She stared at Bucky, whose sobs wracked through his entire body, before turning her back to him and running away before he could completely register it. It was then, that he truly lost control. His legs gave out beneath him as he fell to the floor and howled into his hands, consumed by his heartbreak.


One long week had passed since that day and Bucky remained overcome with grief. He had cried himself to sleep most nights, his fellow workers were often woken by his wails echoing around the sleeping quarters. They had also noticed how his work became poor, as though he never truly put his heart into anything. Bucky didn’t even know if he had a heart anymore.

Today was a day Bucky had dreaded since he was eight years old. After weeks of being introduced to possible suitors, the time had come for Princess Y/N to choose a husband. It was a grand affair, with representatives of kingdoms across the globe in attendance as they all waited to see just who the princess would pick. He felt stifled, breathless as he and the others in the crowded hall watched Y/N ascend to her throne. Tears once again tore into his already sore and tired eyes as they glanced across the long line of suitors that stood before her, the love of his life, and he cursed the highest heavens for tormenting him in this way. The King stood before the crowd and the excited whispering that flooded the hall quickly died down. The time had come.

“Ladies and gentleman. I have waited many, many years for this day to come. The day in which my darling daughter Y/N chooses her rightful husband to rule alongside her when she is crowned Queen. In front of me stand some of the finest men in all of the world. Each one offers nothing but the absolute best for my daughter, however it is not my decision to make – as much as I wish it was!” hearty laughs filled the room, though Bucky could not so much as muster a smile from his trembling, tear-stained lips. “And so, my daughter, Princess Y/N, whom is it that you have chosen to marry?”

Once more the hall fell silent. Y/N sat on the throne with her hands curling around its sides, letting her eyes wander across the row of men she was presented with. She felt her breath quicken, her heartbeat too, before she swallowed harshly and gave her answer.

“James Barnes.”

Everything stopped. Bucky’s eyes snapped open and focused on Y/N, who kept her gaze straight and refused to address the shocked faces below her. The crowd remained silent, unsure of who had been named, however the King quickly stood and turned to his daughter in confusion. “Y/N, what is the meaning of this? Now is not the time for foolish jokes.”

“This is not a joke, Father. I wish to marry James Barnes.” The King looked over to where the palace staff stood towards the back of the hall, locking eyes with Bucky. “Surely not the servant boy? I have gathered the best possible suitors for you and you choose him? A commoner?”

“Yes, father. He may not have riches or power like these men before me, but he has a bigger heart than any of them. He is sweet and kind and I love him more than I could ever so much as like the suitors you have chosen. You told me that when you and mother met, you fell in love with her the moment you laid eyes on her. But what if you were forced to marry elsewhere? What if you had to live the rest of your life having been ripped away from the one you truly love? I pray you do not do that to me, father. If I cannot marry him, then I shall not marry any other. That is my final word.”

Y/N’s father looked across the hundreds of people waiting expectantly in front of him for his reaction, his eyes resting on Bucky’s for a brief second before he looked back at Y/N’s mother. The Queen smiled and nodded reassuringly, knowing what decision had to be made. With that, The King began to make his way through the sea of people as they parted to make a wide path. Bucky stood at the end of it, feeling as though he was going to pass out. Blood had rushed to his head and it roared in his ears, deafening despite the complete silence in the room that was broken by the King’s heavy footsteps. Y/N’s father towered over Bucky, as if he were inspecting him, when his eyes softened and a large smile overtook his previously stern face. He clasped his large hand on Bucky’s shoulder before turning to the horde of guests. “Ladies and gentleman, may I present to you, the future King, my future son-in-law, James Barnes!” It was quiet for just a moment, before the room exploded in a cacophony of applause and shouts of joy. More tears poured down Bucky’s cheeks, only they were not tears of sadness, but complete and utter ecstasy as Y/N ran towards him and circled her lace-covered arms around his neck.


Bucky had always known she was beautiful. An angel. But he would never forget her radiance as she strolled down the aisle towards him, her long and ridiculously expensive wedding dress trailing behind her. Their wedding was the event of the year; no matter how much the King and Queen wanted to invite royals from across the globe, Y/N had convinced them to instead invite locals from within the kingdom, all of whom couldn’t have been more excited to attend. The King had commissioned his personal tailor to make Bucky’s suit, and he still wasn’t used to feeling such fine materials upon his skin. His mother had fretted about not being able to afford a new dress, however Y/N took her into the city and bought her the most beautiful gown she could find, alongside an array of dresses and suits for the palace staff who would also be attending as not workers, but guests. She stood before Bucky by the alter, reaching out for his unsteady hand and squeezing it as he smiled at her through his tears. He counted his blessings as he stood before his friends and family, about to marry the woman he had loved since he was a child, the woman he would love for the rest of his days.


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Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin / Namjoon

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Fantasy, Fey!AU / Royalty!AU

Word Count: 5,869

Description: In the land of Humankind and the Otherworld, the Fey and Humans live side by side. Cursed are the Fey though, unable to use their own magic without a human wishing it so. You were born and raised to end this curse, to take down the system - so what happens when the Human you’re bound to, ends up becoming so much more?

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He is fidgeting. Prince is fidgeting, and as much as I hurts you, you have to understand it. And you do. You know that he doesn’t want to leave you alone, he doesn’t want to show his disloyalty, but it’s his kid being born, and he really needs a son.

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Fairytales - Optional Bias Fluf/Angst

this’ll probably be longer than needed, but i’m back!!

prompt: You’re a princess who’s told by your father that you must marry and a ball is planned to find you a husband. You flee to the edge of your kingdom where you find a young man, living with two brothers and an abusive stepfather. You become friends quick and hatch a scheme: you will take one of the his shoes, claim it belong to your one true love, and send your father on a fool’s errand to find the ‘prince’ to which it belongs. In return you will help the man escape his family, if he wishes, at least for one night - at the ball.

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“But I’m not ready.” You exhaled in exhaustion.

You’re staring up at your father with wide eyes and he stares back, eyes piercing as he speaks.

“It has been set since you were a little girl,” He stood at your doors, arms crossed as he scowled at you. “You were to marry when your mother and I got too tired to control this part of the kingdom any longer.”

“Yes, but-”
“Your mother and I announced our stepping down from the throne almost two years ago, which gave you just enough time.”

You sighed.
“You never even let me out of the house unless I’m with ten guards, how would any guy even approach me?”
“We have invited princes from the east and the west to have dinner with you, here, right in our palace, and you turn them off every time.”
“It’s forced.”

There’s a slight silence before he opens his mouth again.
“Well, we didn’t want to go this route, but we must.” He sighs. “A ball will be scheduled in few days time, a marriage ball, the guests will only be princes, and you must find one to marry by the end of the night.”
“But I want to be in love with the one I marry.”
“You’re even lucky your mother and I didn’t just arrange a marriage,” He glares down at you. “There will be over 80 men there, surely one will suit your preferences.”

You stay silent.

“Isis will come down this afternoon to get a description and draw a style of the dress you’d like before she designs it. Your mother will handle all the food and decoration. I just expect you to be nice, look pretty, and find a husband.”
You don’t say anything else as he walks out and shuts your double doors before retreating.

You flop back down onto your bed, tears already beginning to fall.

The worst thing was that you knew you couldn’t do anything about it.

And you didn’t want to but you knew you had to marry.

Your parents were getting older, and the job was too stressful for them. So, in a way, you had always known you would eventually have to take over the palace and the kingdom with a husband by your side (especially as you were their only child).

But you hadn’t had a proper crush on anybody after you liked that one boy in kindergarten, and you only liked him because he used to give you his rice pudding everyday at lunch.

After you were young, you were home schooled, and even though the young palace workers flirted with you, it never went past that.

You didn’t realize how long you’d been sitting until you heard a knock.

You don’t move until the knocking persists, making you lift your head.

You tell them to come in and instantly you see the long, dark curls of your stylist.

Isis.

She was motherly, always wearing silk and diamonds and ever looked mischievous with a cheshire cat smile.

But she wasn’t smiling, because she knew what was going on.

“I’m sorry.” She instantly says.

“It’s okay, it’s for the best.” You smile at her.

She closes the door behind her before moving to sit on your bed, dropping her sketchbook and ink onto your duvet.

She strokes the top of your head, a finger curling in one of your kinks as she sighs.

“I still have to design this dress for you.”
“I know.” You sit up.

“You don’t want to talk about it, though?”
“No. I just wanna get this all over with. Maybe I’ll like my husband after a while.”
She nods though she’s not convinced, flipping to an empty page before you.
“So, I want it baby blue, princess flared, I guess, and really huge, like the one we did for my birthday.” You sigh. “And I want it to shimmer, all over, everytime the light hits it….”


The loud clock near the kingdom’s temple had rung out, signalling it was midnight.

You looked out your window, watching all the palace workers retreat to their nearby village.

It was extremely dark and a thunderstorm was raging, but you had conspired this plan for hours, and nothing was going to stop you.

You looked into the mirror sitting up against one of your walls.

You wore a dark red outfit; a traditional red tubed top paired with long-flared red pants. Your crystal shoes were hidden underneath them.

You took a sheer scarf from your closet and wrapped it around your head, hiding your hair and most of your face within it before deciding you were ready.

You exited your room quietly, walking downstairs to get to the place your father kept most of his money.

You took a few hundred coins, not knowing how long you would be gone for, before rushing your way down the many halls to get to the very back of the palace.

It was outdoors at this part, because this was where the garden was, meaning you could sneak out the gates without making any noise.

You hid within the rush of palace workers, blending in as you tried to look as if you were in a hurry as well.

You successfully made it out, following them to the village they would now go to.

But when you got to their village you continued on, deciding you wouldn’t stop until just the right moment.


It was your second day out, and you knew word had gotten out that one of the princesses had disappeared.

Since a little girl you had been friends with all the princesses from neighboring kingdoms, so you snuck into their palaces whenever you could for food or to rest, and they would hide you well, before you set out again.

It was night and you had just made it to the next village.

It was quiet out, and it was raining again, thundering as well as you walked, but it didn’t bother you.

What did bother you was the sounds of shouting a few steps away.

You tried to ignore the yelling coming from inside a particular house until you saw the door to the house open.

A man instantly fell out, onto his back and seemed to be looking up into the house before you saw another man standing, peering down at him.

“I told you to clean the fireplace, didn’t I?”
“I was going t-to, I was just cl-cleaning the dis-”
“Since you can’t take care of anything in the house, why don’t you take care of everything outside?” The man booms at him. “You can sleep in the pig’s den tonight.”
With that he shuts the door and locks in.

Not another sound is heard.

You had been hiding behind a tree the entire time, fear stricken as you watched.

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Sinbad no Bouken 159

A quick an Long rant by me ^^ I tried to be more careful but i’m still at work and doing this as a side task, so beware of the usual things ( missreads, typos, i tried to not miss any stuff ) i will check it later and reblog it when i’m at home!  

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Update: Revised ^^


Night 159  “Zaizafon of Steel”



(Page 1) The chapter starts where we left last time. Zayzafon jumped to their side of the bridge and gets into battle position.

Myers says: what is this guy….

Then it’s Hinahoho or Mystras who says: To jump over that huge broken bridge like that…

(Page 2) Then Zayzafon introduces himself: I am Zayzafon of Steel, of the four Heavenly generals

Then… do you wish to become my opponent?

Hinahoho stares at Zayzafon for a moment and then he says: …. Mystras…

(Page 3)

Hinahoho: Before this, you were told to go and break the bridge that is left! As Drakon’s messenger Pipirika reported to you that you had to destroy the Land bridges. The only ones that can to that are us, the household vessel users.

Hinahoho: Even at this time, the other side ( The bridge) must be under enemy invasion… The thing that we must do is to save as many people as possible.

Then he adds: You understand that, right? Mystras.

Mystras answers with a decided look on his face: Yes. 

(Page 4)  Then, Mystras goes to the other bridge…. ( TN: one more day of life for Mystras, cheers!) and before he leaves he says: I entrust this place to you, Hinahoho!

Then Hinahoho grasps tightly his weapon and says: well, you dared to do this on your own.

The warrior of Imuchakk and of the eight generals of the kingdom of Sindria, Hinahoho… will become your opponent.

(Page 5)  Zayzafon: ho? An Imuchakk warrior from one of the most secluded regions of the north.

Fair enough, You will be a good match for an opponent. (TN: A worthy opponent)

Then, Hina and Zayzafon get ready to battle!

With Mystras and Pirpirika

Pipirika: Mystras, I will go too.

Mystras: Miss Pipirika!?

Pipirika: Because I’m an Imuchakk warrior. In times like this, I too will become a force of battle.

(Page 6)

Pipirika: I don’t have a household vessel but, I can be your protection Mystras! I will fight at your side.

Mytras smiles, a very cute and pure smile.

Mystras: I understand, let’s hurry!

Pipirika: Yes!!   (TN: is he gonna die saving her or something?? D:)

 

In the Palace of the kingdom of Sindria.

Sindrian workers are watching the broken bridge.

Sindrian worker: They made it, Mr. Drakon!! One of the bridges has fallen.

(Page 7) Drakon: Still, we can’t let down our guard. Because we haven’t dropped both bridges yet.

And if the reports are legit, the one who’s commanding the front-line troops is that Zayzafon.

Rurumu: Is he someone you know?

Drakon: Yes. This is a story from the time when I was still a soldier… The four heavenly generals have been My big brother’s….. Barbarossa’s private group with extremely high combat skills.

Particularly, Zaizafon sworn loyalty to the Parthevian army since a long time ago, Hes a man that also has a close connection with the noble military family, the Dragul family…. And  he has made that loyalty be reflected on his war record.

(Page 8) By no means will he stop his army’s march.It is said that after his troops have passed, nothing but corpses remain, they are invincible and undefeated. Zaizafon the “immortal”, there are those kinds of rumors on the battlefield.

I don’t think there’s a way to hold down a man like him.

I hope Hinahoho and the others don’t have to face him.

With Hinahoho and Zayzafon, who are fighting weapon against weapon.

(Page 9) Hinahoho: what is this man? He’s equal to me, an Imuchakk, no… he’s beyond…

Zayzafon: hn, this is all an Imuchakk has !? show me what you can do.

Hinahoho: I will make no progress if this strength contest goes on… if that’s the case…..!!

(Page 10)

Household Vessel… “Galfor Roromus”

Hinahoho: this will finish him!!

(Page 11) And Zayzafon is frozen

Hinahoho: Sorry. To be honest, I don’t think I would win in a fist to fist battle.

With that full armor body, if i put you down in ice, it Will be over in one single shot.

(Page 12) Hinahoho: I win.

But Zayzafon gets out the ice much to Hinahoho’s surprise.

(Page 13)  Zayzafon: Too bad for you, Imuchakk warrior.

(Page 14)

Zayzafon: You can stop me with an attack of that level.

I will show you, the true ability of this full armor body.

Hinahoho: Eh. What’s with that armor… somehow, it’s transforming.

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And that was it! Let’s see how Hinahoho manages to beat this guy!! Thank you so much for reading! (^o^)

The Right Path: A Tale of Old Love

Part 1

Author’s Note: Oyenstikker - Dragonfly

The True Love Trials were cultivated ages ago, before the Asgardians ever found Luma. It was the way the King and Queen were matched. In those days, the person of royal blood could marry whomever they were in love with as long as the partner that was not of royal blood could pass the three trials of true love. These trials would be easy for a partner who was truly in love but a false partner would struggle and ultimately fail. The trials have to be done under the light of a full moon. The next full moon was in three days. Loki sat with the queen in the gardens. They had yet to actually speak a word to one another. Queen Y/N had no intentions of speaking and at the moment Loki was content with just looking at her. He observed the way her brown skin stretched over her form and seemed to glow in the sunlight. He also noticed her hair. It was against the culture of her people for her to cut it, so it was long and tamed with an abundance of jewels and other adornments. Other than the abundance of her hair, she looked the same as she had all of those years ago.

“Why did you agree to the trials, if you are so sure I’ll fail?” Loki finally asked.

“Why did you choose the trials when you know you will fail?”

“Because perhaps I won’t.”

“If that is what you believe I can not take that from you.”

“Are you satisfied with an obligatory marriage to Thor?”

“Yes.” she nodded, “if you’re my other option.”

“You wound me.”

“Loki,” she turned towards him, “I will not choose you. Not if you will bring my people chaos and heart ache.”

“What if I told you I was done?”

“Then I would tell you to prove it.”

“Will these trials not prove it for me?”

“No. You are a trickster, Loki. These trials will only prove that maybe you love me. It will do nothing to cleanse you from the evil you’ve let touch your soul.”

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Uncommon love Pt. 1

King Hercules x Reader


“You call this clean? This is a mess!” the head maid cried as she saw what you had been working on cleaning. “Do it again!”

You sighed and placed your bucket back on the floor, readying to get back to work. No matter how many times you cleaned an area you were always told to do it again.

You didn’t know why, it was probably because your boss didn’t like you.

You were a maid in the castle of King Hercules. You had been here ever since you were 12, along with your mother who had sadly passed away a year ago.

You continued scrubbing the floor as hard as you could, just wanting to finish the job so that you could go to sleep. It was already eleven.

You dried the floor quickly before picking up your bucket and leaving the room. You put everything away and yawned, leaving to go to the servants quarters for some rest.

“What do you think you’re doing?” a voice called from behind you. You stopped and groaned softly.

You turned around and plastered a smile on your face, looking at your boss.

“I am retiring for the evening m’am.”

She scowled at you and walked closer.

“I don’t think so. You haven’t done all your chores yet.”

You gaped at her. Like hell you didn’t.

“M’am with all do respect, I have been up since four in the morning working as hard as I could. I have done every single thing on my chore list and even on Emily’s chore list since she was feeling sick.”

Your boss snarled at you.

“You little-”

“I’m sorry but what is going on here?” a deep voice called from behind your boss.

You both turned in shock, seeing King Hercules standing in front of you with a frown on his face.

“Your Majesty!” your boss cried, staring at him. You dropped your head and sank into a low curtsey, your boss following your lead.

“Young lady what is your name?” the king asked you.

“Y/N your Majesty.”

“And you said that you have been up working since four in the morning, is that correct?”

“Yes sire.”

“Then why on earth are you still awake right now? You should be sleeping, it will be midnight soon!” he cried, sounding slightly angry.

“I was told that I needed to redo the spots that I have cleaned sir.”

He turned to your boss.

She looked up at him nervously, not knowing what to say.

The king shook his head.

“Go to bed Miss. But come see me tomorrow morning, say nine. Get some rest.”

“Yes sire.”

You curtsied quickly and left the room in a hurry. You could hear him start to chew out your boss. You felt bad for her, but she also probably deserved it. Oh well.

At least now you would get some proper rest.

But what did the King want with you tomorrow?

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“Ya know Miss Y/N, I have heard from multiple accounts that you are one of the hardest workers in this palace,” the king said from his desk where he sat, looking out the window.

“Thank you sire.”

“I think you deserve a treat.”

You looked at him in shock. He looked back at you and smiled, a silly twinkle in his eye.

“You are confused?” he chuckled.

You gave a small nod.

“Well don’t be. We are hosting a ball this weekend, and I think that you should attend as an honored guest.”

“But sir! I am only a servant, a commoner!”

“Please, do not worry about it. Or anything for that matter. I am having a  gown sent to your room, please accept my invitation.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded, smiling gently.

“Well… alright. I shall attend.”

He smiled wider and walked over to you. He took your hand and kissed it gently.

“I cannot wait. Thank you.”

Siege of Arendelle- Chapter One

Okay so I caved. This is chapter one. There is no title yet. I’ve been calling it “Siege of Arendelle”, but I don’t like it as a permanent title, so for now that’s the tag and we’ll call it a working title. This first chapter is more of a set up/ hook for what’s to come, but hopefully it’s enough to give a sense of what this is going to be.

Universe: Canon- Post Film
Rating: T (Teen and Up)- For now
Words: ~1100

Chapter Two

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Forbidden Fruit Pt.2 [Prince!S.Coups]

Summary: You were too different from him. He lived in a different world. A world where he was not allowed to fall in love with people who were inferior to him. And for a lowly palace worker like you, it was a great sin to fall in love with a royal like Seungcheol. But like they say; the more you are restricted from doing something, the more you want to do it. He was the forbidden fruit in your garden of Eden.

Word Count: 1.9 k

Genre: Historical AU. Royalty AU.

Parts: pt. 1 ; pt. 2 ; pt. 3 (coming soon)

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i feel safe when you're holding me near

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Amberle Elessedil/Eretria

amberle and eretria talk, end up sharing a bed again, and everyone is nice enough not to mention eretria’s enormous and very obvious crush on amberle.

a/n: yes, this is another amberle/eretria bed sharing fic -no one is surprised & i’m not sorry. set between time stamps four & five in what remains once the war is won

title from ‘hearts don’t break around here’ by ed sheeran

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Eretria rests her chin on her hand, feigning interest in whatever Nikolas is saying about dividing up the land, but her eyes keep darting over to where Amberle sits opposite her.  She’s fiddling with the bracelet around her wrist, twisting the beads around and around with a distant look in her eyes.

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If the Stars Align - Chapter VI

Summary: The Musketeers AU. Danger lurks around every corner in the French court and as a Musketeer in service of the royal family, Killian’s duty is to protect them from any and all threats. As his relationship with Queen Emma develops into something more than just friendship, threats against the queen escalate and put everything they hold dear into jeopardy.

Rating: M

Content warning for the story: violence, mature themes, minor character death.

Art by @hook-and-star-ink​ , @acaptainswaneternity and @seastarved. Follow this to check all the pieces currently published and give them some love!  

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AO3: ch6


In the week following the attack at the Bastille, Killian has never been busier. With the traitorous guards and casualties of the attack combined, the prison lost more than a quarter of their total guards. The Musketeers took up the missing rotations until the Bastille could find replacements, and as the week comes to an end, Killian bets he could sleep for a month and still not feel rested.

The first night since returning to the regular Musketeer duties, it feels like Killian has just laid his head down when shouts of alarm and fear break through the silence, piercing and shrill, and he’s roused from a dead sleep as if he was doused with a cold sea wave.

“Murder! There’s been a murder!”

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Motion | Prince!Harry Holland au

Requested: yep
Rating: PG
Summary: Prince Harry is essentially having an identity crisis until you show up and give him something to fight for.

Tbh I wouldn’t be surprised if I re-write this at some point but I liked the concept and really wanted to get it out quickly so yeah I hope this isn’t too bad!

A/N: yes this is 100% loosely connected to the prince!tom writing called garden :) also requests are open!! Please don’t let my inbox be dry! Happy reading!


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They always say that strict parents create sneaky kids. Well, Harry imagines this must be true, especially in his case. He had strict parents, strict advisors, strict teachers and strict tutors and strict drivers, all on top of a strict team of body guards on him at all times.

Everyone seemed to have a say on what he should do, where he should be, what he should wear, what he should say, what he should read, who he should talk to, when he should wave to everyone outside of his home the palace, what parties he could attend and most importantly, everyone seemed to have an opinion on when he should step up to replace his parents on the throne.

It wasn’t that Harry was ungrateful, it was just that with being a prince, it was hard to figure out who he was beneath the title. He tried to spend time alone, tried to reflect on his life, and his choices and everything else he could possibly go off of to figure out who he really was, but that was hard considering the fact that he was rarely alone and even more rarely made his own decisions.

Still, he knew things could be much worse. He had seen the children of commoners running around with torn clothes and bare feet on the other side of the bridge to the castle and he knew how privileged he was that he would most likely never want for anything in his entire life.

Ever since he was a child, he’d been doted on every moment of every day. He was always at least relatively clean, always well fed, educated by the best instructors money could buy, and never told no directly by anyone other than his family.

He was particularly grateful for his brothers, one of which, Tom, had recently fallen madly with some girl from a train and had left on a long trip to meet her family before officially announcing their engagement to the public.

Harry longed to be more like his brother, who was more free spirited than he was, Tom was the type to talk to a stranger on a train whereas Harry was the one who’d do his best not to rock any metaphorical boats, especially where his parents were concerned.

He was sick of it, but he never broke the habit of quietly going along with all of the plans his parents, the king and queen, had mapped out for him. He wished he could do something that mattered, he constantly heard talk of some new rebel leader in the village, somebody always sparking hints of rebellion and organizing rallies and other things his parents found to be dangerous nuisances.

He had always been told that the village was exquisite, and his constant desire to please his parents drew him to never ask the questions he really wanted answered.

This included allowing them to assign more people than necessary to take care of them. Harry had tried to respectfully reject their decision to assign a maid specifically to respond to his every need but he couldn’t bring himself to exaplain another time that he could take care of himself now, considering he was essentially an adult.

So here he was, opening his chamber doors to a girl in a pale dress that matched the uniform every worker in the palace wore.

“Hello, your highness,” you spoke to him for the first time from the opposite side of the door, not meeting his eyes. The last thing you wanted to do was get into trouble with the prince who seemed to be about your age.

You slid into a deep curtsy before standing back up, your hands clasping each other in front of you and your eyes down as you’d been instructed to do for years now. Your hair was tucked into a simple bonnet aside from a few stray hairs that fell to frame your face.

“Hello, you must be the help that my parents assigned for me?” He questioned, you nodded slightly, keeping your head slightly bowed all the while. “I see,” he replied quietly, and you wondered if he always sounded so unenthused.

“Well, come in, if you’d like, I can show you around,” you nodded and followed the prince into his room. You’d never been so close to one of the royal family before.

Usually, the other workers kept you far from those in power because they all knew that you strongly disapproved of the monarchy, or at least how it was currently performing.

Your anger was specifically directed at the king and Queen, and while you tried not to let it show, you couldn’t help but bristle whenever they ordered their staff to throw away money on another ball to marry off another of their sons. Money that could be spent feeding the poor or reducing taxation on the villagers, you always thought to yourself while paying for decorations and helping to dress the many visiting princesses.

But when the king and Queen requested a girl to assist their son in every day tasks, you were the first to be volunteered, everyone in the kitchen wanted you to progress as far as you could, so out of love for you they elected you to fill the position, hoping that maybe it would help you out or increase your pay. You assumed neither would occur but you were thankful for their efforts.

“So this is my bed, there’s the window, careful over there, sometimes the latch gets loose and the panes swing open, yeah?” You nodded diligently, returning back in your mind to the present. “There’s the closet, and the dressing table,” he trailed off, realizing how uninteresting the tour probably was to you.

“Everything is pretty straightforward, if you have questions don’t be afraid to ask,” he offered a stiff smile and you nodded curtly in response. He nodded his own head slowly, turning and walking away to sit on the bench of his bay window.

“Do you need anything from me, your highness?” You questioned, trying to sound more meek than you knew you were. He would never see you on top of a barrel in the town square speaking passionately about social justice to anyone who would listen. He would never come to a meeting to organize one of your rallies that you knew bothered his parents and their advisors.

You were sure you’d be fired- or much worse, if he caught wind of what you spent your time away from the palace doing, you reminded yourself. You’d had this job since you were a child, and it was the only logical way you could think of to support your ailing family at home in the village.

Prince Harry was only an employer to you, no matter how many times you’d stolen glances at him while you worked around the castle. You tried to ignore the feelings of melting when the two of you looked each other in the eyes.

“No, no, I’m alright, thank you, love,” the name slipped from his tongue without him thinking of it, and the two of you shared a pause, letting his slip sink in.

He had forgotten for a moment- just for a second, that you had no interest in being his friend, that he was pathetic for even letting himself think that you were here for anything more than to do your work and go home at the end did the day. He had seen you around often and couldn’t help but be intrigued by you, he refused to admit to anyone, even himself that he’d developed a crush on you, but he couldn’t fight the feelings of butterflies in his stomach when he saw you at his door.

“Right, well, I was told to just stay nearby in case you need anything, so, should I stay here, your highness? Or would you rather I go?” You inquired, lifting your eyes to meet his slowly, trying to gauge if he would mind. His eyes were so much kinder up close, you thought, if close meant across a room.

“Would you like to go?” He offered a small, lopsided smile with a slightly lifted brow. You inhaled, trying to think what you really wanted. “Well, I don’t have much else to be doing,” you spoke slowly, walking forward a few steps to stand near a large wooden trunk at the foot of his giant bed. “May I, your highness?” You motioned curiously to the trunk. He nodded instantly in approval. “Oh, yes, of course, make yourself at home,” he smiled gently. You nodded slightly and sat down on the trunk.

“So, if you don’t have any thing more pressing to be done, would you like to get to know each other a bit?” He was dying for you to say yes. He’d seen you so many times around the palace and he wouldn’t speak of it out loud to anyone, but he loved to see you, face contorted in concentration on whatever you were doing.

He had never been so happy before you had met his eyes voluntarily, your eyes were gorgeous, you were absolutely gorgeous.

You were everything the castle and his life all around, were not. You were warm, and natural, you were fiery and genuine. Harry knew he had never been so interested in one person in his entire life before you.

“Sure, if that’s what you’d prefer, sire,”

“Please, just call me Harry, if you don’t mind, at least when it’s just us?”

You took in his words and drew your eyes away from your hands that were folded on your lap to glance up at him again. He was already looking at you and you couldn’t help but be even more smitten when you saw him again.

“So, what’s your name, love?” This time the nickname felt slightly more natural.
“YN,”

He nodded, he could barely stop himself from repeating the name over and over. He wanted to keep speaking your name over and over again- it suited you, and he loved it.

“So, where do you live?” You explained you lived in the palace with the other servants most of the time, and every once in a while on holidays you visited your family.

You chose to keep your nightly escapes to the village to yourself. Harry could never know that you were the rebel leader everyone mumbled about in the palace. He was a prince and there was no doubt in your mind he wouldn’t understand your efforts to create reforms.

Harry nodded thoughtfully, “you must miss them?” You nodded again quickly and stoped yourself just as suddenly. “I mean, I love working, I’m so grateful for this please don’t think ’m not, it’s just,” Harry’s soft, understanding smile halted your words.

“It’s alright, I’m not like my parents, I won’t get cross with you, or anything, dear,” you could get used to his constant reassurance. Harry could only hope he wasn’t coming off too strong.

This went on for weeks, you even got your own bed in Harry’s quarters, the two of you bonding rather quickly and soon becoming inseparable. While you loved the days you spent at Harry’s side, more as a friend than an assistant, you couldn’t help but hate that sharing a room meant that it was harder to sneak out to the village every night. Especially when Harry had a hard time falling asleep without feeling you next to him in his bed. The two of you had bonded more than anyone expected, nobody knew the true extent of your feelings for each other, neither of you even daring to tell the other.

What you didn’t know, was that Harry had noticed. He’d noticed every night that you’d snuck out of his room and he couldn’t help but be confused as to why you seemed anything but reluctant to come to bed with him to sleep, and why he’d wake up with you once again at his side every morning. He wanted nothing more than to know where you went every night, so one night, he followed you out.

At a safe distance, of course. He waited just long enough not to be caught by anybody as he slipped a jacket over his sleeping clothes.

Following you down the long winding staircases of the palace he knew so well, he loosely trailed you down through the kitchen to the back door. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen the lower levels of the castle. He followed you out of the palace and down a long road to the village. He rarely came to the village, he’d only it with through a heavy team of security blocking his view.

As he followed you deeper into the town, he was shocked by what he saw. Everyone at the palace had told him since he was a child, that the village was prospering.

He now only observed poverty, and he couldn’t believe he had been so naive to the struggles of the people he was supposed to lead his entire life.

He followed you into a clearly abandoned building and was shocked to see you receive a loud, warm welcome from a mass of people on the inside. They all knew your name and clapped you on the back as you rose to stand on a makeshift stage, made out of materials that looked like old barrels and crates. You stood so confidently there in front of the crowd in your nightgown, Harry fell in love with you even more, here, you weren’t the shy, contained person you were at the castle when the two of you weren’t alone. You’d grown comfortable with Harry, he knew that, but here he saw a whole new side to you.

“We need progress, and action, we’ve been trying for years now to reach our goals through discussion, clearly this isn’t working,” you spoke clearly and calmly to the crowd, who replied with affirmative noises.

“We need to strike out with more force. For our families, for our children who are starving because we have no money to feed them, for our brothers and sisters and parents and friends who can’t work or can’t support themselves on their pay,” you spoke again, receiving support from the crowd.

Harry stood towards the back, observing the scene. He noticed that the room quickly filled completely, the longer that you spoke. You called for revolution and reform, for a new start for the working class. Free of overly high taxation and abuse from the royals. He hated how you spat out the word royalty, he’d never loathed himself the way he did when you spoke about the abuse you’d suffered at the hands of people in power. Those people were his family. He’d never felt such loathing for his family before now.

“You know my story, friends, I never wanted to become all of this, but things have to change, I work every day to provide for myself and my family, and even that’s not enough,” you implored passionately, your hands accentuating your points as you spoke.

By now the crowd was growing slightly restless and the energy that spread through the people was electrifying. Harry had never seen so much genuine passion in one room before.

“Now, friends, we need to fight for our right to live freely, we will meet next week at the palace gates to express our needs, I have hope, the prince, he is different from his parents-”

Your eyes scanned through the crowd and you could barely hide your shock at seeing the prince there in the crowd, his informal clothing, messy hair and tired eyes making him seem like one of the villagers. Your eyes widened and you felt as though the breath had been knocked from your chest. You tried not to let it show as you spoke.

“He is kind, and understanding, when he is king I believe we will have a new start, but we cannot wait for that any longer,” your eyes flitted away from him.

“Alright, stay courageous, my friends, we live to fight another day,” you cheered, launching your first into the air. Everyone in the room followed, cheering loudly. You hopped from the barrel and the crowd began to disperse as you walked through the crowd that parted effortlessly for you. You tried to keep yourself from running to the familiar boy in the crowd, the prince.

“Your highness,” you spoke barely above a whisper. “You weren’t supposed to see this, I understand if you want me to go, I know that these rallies upset your parents, but I couldn’t sit idly by while my people suffered, please don’t stop us, you can take me away, to the dungeon, just please leave these people alone, they need to be free for their families to survive, Harry,” you pleaded, just above a whisper, trying not to attract attention as you and Harry walked out of the room, following the crowd.

Once the two of you made it out of the room, Harry had still said nothing. Now both of you were stood away from the crowds.

“Prince, Harry, please, just say something, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I understand if you want to turn me in,” you some again, reaching for his hands. The boy was clearly processing a lot. It wasn’t every day you learn your assistant is a rebel leader, after all.

His next actions completely shocked you: his strong arms wrapped around you tightly, kissing the top of your head. “Love, you should have told me,” he cooed. “They told me things were good here, they lied to me,” he spoke again in a more serious voice.

“I want to help, you were right in there when you said that I am not my parents, I won’t allow these people to suffer for no reason any longer,” he spoke again. At this point you had wrapped your arms around him, your head resting on his shoulder.

“You could have told me,” he laughed slightly. You were speechless. “Thank you,” was all you could think to say. “No, I should be saying that to you, you woke me up, YN, made me aware- I know what I can do, now,” he said, pressing another kiss to your head.

“Shall we go home now, love?” He inquired, and you nodded quickly. “Lets go home,” you affirmed. And his arm never left its spot around your shoulders as the two of you walked back to the castle.

After that night, Harry accompanied you to every meeting, every single night, even enlisting his family’s driver, Harrison to bring you to the edge of the village and back. You knew Harrison was a friend to all of the princes, and he didn’t pry for answers as to why the two of you often went on these late night escapades.

Every night, Harry would squeeze your hand and help you become stable on top of your makeshift stage before letting go and standing back to watch you do your thing. Every night, the crowds grew more and more passionate with you, Harry knew that you were a powerful speaker, and a smart planner. He also knew that you were more powerful than to ueven knew, he’d heard his advisors warn him to crush any supportive talk of radicals but his only thought was to support you in any way he could, especially because helping you meant helping his kingdom.

He hadn’t meant to let it spill out, but one day it did. He was in a royal meeting with his parents and advisors, you sat at his side, as he requested as you were his “assistant”. In all honesty he just wanted you around because he knew you made him a better person.

The meeting had been going on for far too long, discussing ways to flush out the “radical leader” that was stirring up resistance in the village.
“I think we need to start interrogations,” his father said, sounding all too confident. “Interrogations to find out what? That people will say anything when they’re in pain?” Harry snapped. Usually he said nothing during these occasions and he knew his words had come out harsher than he thought when you gripped his hand under the table subtly. He took a deep breath.
“Well, how else are we going to go about this, Harry, since you seem to think you have all the answers now?” His father inquired with a raised eyebrow. Harry sighed. “Well, why don’t we just talk to them, the villagers, we could find out what they need and want from us and why they’re angry and we could come to a mutually beneficial compromise-”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, son, but the common people aren’t interested in our compromises, they want power and don’t think for a minuet they’re after anything else,” his father lectured as though you weren’t even in the room. Harry’s blood felt close to boiling.

“How would you know? Have you gone to the village, dad? Met any of the people you pretend to care about? Things are bad, there, it’s our responsibility to help them, if we won’t, then we don’t deserve to have any power at all, do we?” At this he quickly pushed back his chair and pulled you it of the room behind him, ignoring the calls from the room for him to return to his seat immediately.

“YN, I can’t do this anymore, I can’t just waste my life watching you create a whole new world, tell me what to do,”

And that was how Harry became a new speaker on your stage. At first people were wary of the royal visitor, but with your endorsement, and his clear passion to help them, they came around.

Soon, Harry became the inside man for your cause, he helped to schedule rallies and essentially, was your assistant outside of the palace. He was at your beck and call, and the two of you knew that it wasn’t completely out of him feeling responsible to help, he would do anything for you. The two of you became well known throughout the village as the two who would bring change to the kingdom. And you did. The two of you led marches and rallies, held meetings and proposed solutions.

All of this noise and action became too much for those in the castle, and when guards began showing up to raid your village, Harry would be right there on the front line with you, demanding that they return peacefully to the castle.
His parents, of course, were anything were pleased, but Harry agreed to attend their royal events if they allowed him to continue to participate in village affairs. With Tom off to become the king of another country, he was next in line for the throne, and his parents weren’t willing to risk any issues with succession.

When Harry became king, things truly began to change quickly. The village began to prosper again exponentially, and the two of you were married and continued to be the activists everyone knew you to be. Harry had never felt so complete in his life, doing something good with his life with you at his side.