This insult had gone on long enough. Kier would not allow this to go on. It was one thing to let a halfbreed be his High Lord. It was one thing to let a former human be his high lady, but these…children, these abominations that would grow and one day rule over his home, they needed to be taken care of before they grew into their power, they needed to be taken care of before they were born.
Her mate knelt to his knees, his lips brushing her stomach before kissing her, “I’ll be back, Feyre, darling. I promise, just a quick visit and then I’ll come back to you and Bartholomew and Biela. I’ve been gone for too long, they’ll start to think they are brazen enough to stage some kind of rebellion.”
She knew that, she knew that her people were growing restless and reckless. But that didn’t stop her from wanting Rhys by her side, not when she was due to give birth in less than a month. She wiped the tear from her eye, “Damned hormones.” She paused at the familiar name. “Biela? As in your sister?”
She tilted her head in thought. The sister that was taken so savagely from her mate and his family so long ago. The fierce female that she, herself, had grieved despite not knowing her. “It’s beautiful. What about Bartholomew? Why that name?”
He shrugged, “I just like it.”
She snorted, “You just like the nickname we both know you would give him.”
Rhys’s lips curled up into a smirk, his starry eyes alit with anticipation. “That may be a factor.”
“Lucky for you, that name is beautiful. Our poor son is going to be teased so much.”
He squeezed her hand, “But he will be feared and strong and cunning. Most important, he will be loved. They both will be.”
Feyre kissed him, “Take Cassian and Azriel with you. I will stay with Mor and Amren. Me and the babies will be safe.”
“I’ll take Cassian but I’m not taking Azriel. Mor is so close to giving birth, I don’t want to separate him from her, not if I don’t have to.” Mor was only a few months behind her, the pregnancy has been a bit difficult for her. Her nightmares making it hard for her to relax. “I’ll take Blake and have Nate sit with you and the others. He’ll bring Bay and Az wont feel so outnumbered.”
Of all her nephews and nieces, Nate was the one she was closest to. He shared her passion for art. His talent was true and good. Many years of perfecting his craft, Nate was magnificent in his ability to create.
“Be careful, Rhys.” She wiped away the tear on her face, these damned hormones were getting on her nerves. “I already lost Nesta and my nephew. I can’t lose my mate too.”
“You won’t,” he swore. “I promise. You will still feel me through the bond. You won’t lose me, not anytime soon.” Why did it feel like those words were a direct challenge to the Mother?
Cassian lowered to his hanches, only for Aysel’s hands to rest on his face. He took one and kissed her palm. “Be a good girl for Aunty Amren. Daddy will be back sooner than you know.”
His daughter’s lip wobbled, a sure sign he was going to get a cry sounding through his head. “Don’t cry, Baby Girl. Bay will be here too.”
Her face lit up at her brother’s name. Her arms reached up, ready for him to pick her up. Pulling her up to his hip, Cassian whispered his last goodbye before handing her to Amren. “Take care of my daughter.”
She sniffed, “No one is getting their hands on the Princess.’
Azriel surveyed his sons, Blake just came from the cabin. His shadows told him that he was there with Aurora and that Nate almost got his head bit off for retrieving him. “I would go but I need to stay with your mother and the High Lady.”
Blake’s face was smooth, the only lie to his irritation was the darkness of his son’s shadows slithering around him. “Yes sir.”
“Protect Rhys. There is something brewing in the Hewn City. I just haven’t been able to pinpoint what exactly. Protect him and protect yourself.”
Keir turned to the others, “This will work. In order to end this insult, the High Lord needs dealt with first. He needs to be taken out of the equation. Lucky for us, we have had a benefactor who has taught us a few things about weakening his magic.” Keir’s lips stretched into a beautifully terrible smile. “Then we take out the Illyrians. They may be great, but our numbers even the odds. The whore won’t be able to help herself. She’s feel that bond go quiet and she’ll make her way to us. When she comes, I’ll cut those abominations from her stomach myself. This insult will not stand.”
The cavern of males and females of the purest blood grinned at him, thier smiles ready for the bloodletting that will finally come. Ridding their court of the half bred High Lord, the whore of a High Lady and those abominations in her womb.
It was his turn to rule.
Here’s part one, IDK how many parts there will be, I’ve been daydreaming this fic for…awhile. Please leave a comment! XO
Hey there buddy, you wouldn't happen to have any Peter and Rita headcanons, would you?
i’m running with the assumption that this means headcanons about the two of them together
Rita stops flirting with him immediately after noticing the way he looks at Mr. Steel because FINALLY, it is ABOUT TIME someone noticed the boss like that, and wow they’re clearly so in love and she gets to WATCH
Peter goes to her book club one time and in the course of an evening learns how to read palms and wiretap an encrypted comms line, adds several questionable paperbacks to his endless pockets, and starts reading as well as doodling in his downtime
he tends to doodle in the margins though
Rita does not inquire about his real name, and Peter does not ask about her last name. they have a perfect understanding
Peter is the only person who can actually follow along with Rita’s plot summaries. Every time he stops by he asks her to fill him in on the last few episodes of Beyond The Seas of Venus (which is the one with the shipwrecked twins and the pirate and the lovesick king, right,)
he keeps bringing her pairs of earrings, and interesting and exotic snacks from various places he visits, and really nice pricey moisturizer, and expensive limited edition show merchandise
she gives him a lot of advice about Juno. he is considering her suggestion that they acquire a kitten.
mani/pedi movie nights? yes?
presuming that this isn’t some kind of Hell Future and The Princess Bride is still a beloved cinema classic, they have seen it together at least five times, because both of them are romantic losers
both of them can and will fall asleep anywhere and at any time and Juno has found them sprawled across one another on the sofa in front of a still-playing movie and snoring more than once
they have elaborate and incomprehensible in-jokes which are this point are more like some kind of code
they’re not allowed to play pictionary anymore
they’re actually not allowed to play any board game, because the combination of Peter’s flawless, calculated, but ridiculously overdramatic planning and Rita’s totally unpredictable game-breaking strategies made Mick cry and Juno shoot the game board
also, the way Peter plays Risk is… disquieting
He taught Rita how he cheats at cards and she taught him how to count cards
Juno’s “bad art collection” consists entirely of drawings that one or the other of them have done on various cases
“You look good Jughead, stop fidgeting.” Kevin adjusted the jacket the dark haired boy filled out perfectly,both of the young men looked dashing. Kevin had created both of these outfits in the span of 2 hours and it was some of his finest work.
Jughead had always been uncomfortable in extravagant clothing but he assumed wearing his builders clothes wouldn’t go over too well at the palace, Kevin was nearly drooling so he figured it would do for the night.
Veronica approached the pair in an incredibly tight dark purple dress stretched across her corset and flared out dramatically, Josie wore a similar dress in a burnt orange.
“You both look lovely as always.” Kevin grabbed Josie’s hand and began walking, leaving Veronica to Jughead who rolled his eyes and took her hand into the crook of his arm
“Nice choice of color Lady Veronica.” He grinned lazily.
“Well, rumor has it Prince Archie will be in attendance tonight and Purple Is the most regal of all the colors.” She tugged him excitedly to the palace as he rolled his eyes and smirked.
The four friends stood in line outside the double doors leading to the ball
“There’s word of a huge announcement taking place at this very ball, imagine, we’ll be the first too know.” Josie swooned, her eyes lighting up at the thought of gossip.
They approached the front of the line and spoke there names, quickly being ushered in and lead to the front of the ballroom. Jughead was overwhelmed, he had never been around so much… money. The crystals and lights and gowns and food.. it was so.. excessive, but as was the life of royalty he supposed. Veronica was nearly keeling over in excitement her eyes scanning the crowd.
“There he is!” She whispered, digging her nails into Jugheads arm. He drew his eyes over to the food and saw the red headed prince stuffing his face as another redhead in a tight red gown spoke to him.
“He appears to be preoccupied.” He smiled playfully at his friend.
“Never the less, I feel famished shall we get food.”
Jughead never got the chance to answer as the raven haired girl pulled him away determined.
They stood beside the young prince as Jughead eyed the food desperately, everything looked delicious and his mouth was practically watering".
“You should try the roast.” Jughead heard from beside him, he turned to see Prince Archie staring at him “and just wait until they they bring out the desserts.” He held out his hand
“I know a good man when I see one, you’re appreciation for food does not go unnoticed, my name is Archie, very pleased to meet you.”
“Jughead Jones.” He shook his Hand and felt a shove at his back.
“And this is Lady Veronica, my friend”
There was a shift in the atmosphere when the young prince set his eyes on the dark haired Beauty.
“Your majesty.” She curtsied, and he brought her knuckles to his lips kissing gently
“The pleasure is mine.”
Suddenly the room went quiet and Kevin appeared beside him
Jughead followed everyone’s eyes and nearly dropped to the floor.
Princess Elizabeth had made her entrance.
She was poised at the top of the stairs, the very definition of a fairy princess.
Long layers of soft pink and purple fabric billowed at her feet, light lavender and lace covered her top, slightly revealing but tastefully so, her long silky honey blonde hair was pulled up loosely, half of her curls were pinned back by her crown, her bright green eyes seemed to shine dangerously as she pouted her pillow soft lips. She moved with grace as she descended the stairs, occasionally stopping to greet royals who were in awe of her beauty.
“That is a future queen if I’ve ever seen one.” Veronica admired, her eyes glazed over slightly, it seemed everyone was struck by the mere presence of the princess.
Jughead was speechless and Kevin grinned
“She sure is something wonderful.”
Jughead nodded slowly
“Don’t look now but it appears the object of your affection is coming this way.” Josie whispered into his ear.
Betty stood before them
“Hello my new friends, I am so happy you could make it. I see you’ve met Archie and … princess Cheryl.” She nodded towards the two redheads
“Quite the dress you have on Princess Elizabeth, the color scheme is.. fun. You’ve always had a flare for immature colors.” Princess Cheryl took part in ruling over the central land, it was quite a distance from Riverdale but she found herself in the small land more often than not.
“Yes of course, I do love lavender. Unfortunately all of us can pull of Harlet red. You do a fantastic job of that yourself.” Betty’s sugar sweet smile was much different then her real one and Archie snorted audibly as Jughead bit back a grin at the princesses sass.
“Yes a Hartlet indeed, although it appears I’m too be married soon while you are still on your own, aren’t you a bit too old your majesty.” She growled.
Betty moved closer towards her
“Congratulations on your up coming nuptials princess, I always knew you and your brother would make it official.” Her smirk was wicked and Cheryl turned on her heel, moving away quickly.
Betty giggled behind her hand again, turning to Veronica
“Incest is so very last century.”
Veronica laughed and gripped the princesses hand. A friendship was being forged quite quickly between those two. Suddenly she was being ushered away without a word.
Queen Grundy was standing now beside Betty.
“My subjects, I’ve something of utmost importance to announce.”
There was a moment of silence before she finished
“Princess Elizabeth has so graciously agreed to merge our kingdoms, Pembrooke and Riverdale will now be one. I have chosen to step down and live out the rest of my life in comfort, I am very ill and cannot continue to rule to my best abilities. She will sworn in at the end of this month. It is my greatest pleasure to introduce you to your soon to be queen Princess Elizabeth Cooper.”
There was a roar of applause and cheers, Jugheads eyes met Betty’s and she smiled softly, she was trying to tell him something but he couldn’t understand not amongst all of the chaos.
As things settled Jughead finished his meal and stood beside his friends, when suddenly a soft small hand was placed on his forearm, he turned to find Betty holding her hand out
“Will you dance with Jughead Jones?” She asked.
He swept her in his arms instantly
“M'lady, I should have asked you, I apologize.”
She waved a hand
“Oh no please, I find comfort in your eyes, your arms feel like home. Surely I shouldn’t feel this way? For we’ve only just met.”
He nodded, pressing her against his body
“I find I feel the same. We can never be, a queen mustn’t even be in the arms of a simple builder, I cannot give you what you need, I cannot even provide for you. It is a tragedy of the ages.”
She pulled away slowly
“Times are changing, I shall choose who it is I love. I aim to make this kingdom better, you can help me, together we can fix this kingdom.”
He pressed her tighter against him
“A fantasy, a beautiful dream.” He whispered against her ear, stroking her hair.
“I dream In color, I dream of you.” She whispered back, staring into his eyes, the world had disappeared even just for a moment.
Request: ‘’Can you make a smut imagine where the reader and Gray are friends with benefits and they slowly start to fall in love with each other?😄 Ily💕 ‘‘
Word count: 2334
Warning: I don’t speak English so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)
‘Just friends. Friends with benefits.’ That was the deal to which you had agreed to. That was the thing that Grayson said to you after the night you guys had kissed for the first time. Well, he may had gone a little farther than just kissing, but no very serious things were included.
And from the moment that he said that to you, you knew you were in love with him. And as the months passed by – when you guys started having sex and such - you realized that you couldn’t avoid those feelings. But you knew that Grayson wasn’t into you like that. You just knew. You weren’t his type of girl.
Even when he moaned your name and told you that no one could made him feel like the way you did, you knew that it didn’t really mean anything. He just said that so he could get laid the next time you came by. You also knew that he fooled around with other girls as well.
But alright, let’s pretend that he did like you. Grayson would never admit that since it could ruin your… Yeah, let’s call it friendship. And neither would you, so what exactly was the problem?
The problem was that you wanted Grayson to call you his, that you cuddled in bed, that he made pancakes for you, that he showed you off to his friends… Just the romantic shit. The ‘’goals’’ everyone was always talking about. But unfortunately that wasn’t the case.
In these last few weeks you came to the conclusion that you just couldn’t do it anymore. Sex with Grayson was great, no doubt about that, but it almost physically hurt that he just did it for the sex and nothing more. You thought that he only wanted to have sex for the pleasure and it happened to be that you were the girl he did it with so he could get what he wanted.
But you were done now. Enough was enough, you decided. It only made you sad that he didn’t want you the way you wanted him. So the last few days, when Grayson called you, you rejected him. And it was hard – it really was – but you had to stop the pain that you let him give you. Because it hurt; it hurts when someone doesn’t care about you like you do about them.
As you were lying in bed, reading, you hear your phone ringing on the left side of you. You pick it up to see you had an incoming call. From Grayson. Should you take it or just ignore it? Like always your feelings won and you swipe to answer it. ‘Hello?’
‘Y/N… I need you. Like, right now,’ Grayson demands, almost begging. ‘Gray, you’re just being horny. Jerk yourself off,’ you respond with an annoying voice. Of course Grayson noticed that. He chuckles. ‘Wow, okay princess. If that’s what you want…’ You sigh. ‘Sorry, I just… can’t. And I’m thinking about ending this… this thing that we have.’ ‘What? Why?’ Grayson asks, his voice louder now. You’re surprised. You didn’t think that he would react so… shocked. ‘I don’t really want to talk about it. I have my reasons.’ That wasn’t a lie, but it also didn’t explain anything.
‘Okay… But - can you just visit me? For one last time? I have a surprise,’ he asks in a sweet tone. ‘A surprise?’ you chuckle in disbelieve. ‘Yes!’ Grayson responded very excited. ‘So you’re not just saying that so I come over?’ ‘No Y/N!’ And when you say nothing, he adds: ‘I promise. Please.’ That was it. You couldn’t say no to that voice – or to a surprise, right? ‘Okay, then. I’m on my way.’
Of course you had mixed feelings about this. On the one hand you felt guilty on giving in, but on the other hand you were really curious about this surprise-thing. You let yourself in to his apartment. You hear nothing except soothing, calming music that was coming from upstairs. ‘Grayson?’ you say uncertain. No response. You hang up your coat and decide to walk up the stairs.
What was going on? Since it was really dark in the apartment you just notice the rose petals that were put on the steps of the stairs. What was this? You hope it wasn’t some kind of joke, because you could literally burst out into tears if he was planning on doing something romantic… without an actual meaning.
You follow the rose petals. With a nervous feeling you make your way over to his closed bedroom. You softly push the door open and there it was… your surprise. ‘What the…’ you start, but the last word got stuck in your throat. The floor of the room was covered in rose petals, a cute little radio was playing music in the corner and the only light came from several candles that were put on different places in the room. But the one thing that really drew your attention was a shirtless Grayson that was lying on his bed, his big arms resting under his head. On his pretty face he had a sexy, seductive smile.
You open your mouth to try to say something, but Grayson holds up a hand, gesturing you to be quiet. ‘You don’t have to say anything. Come here…’ When you don’t move he gets up from the bed and walks up to you, his arms spread. He slowly grabs your jaw and places a chaste kiss on your lips, but you pull back immediately.
‘This is not what I came here for, Gray. What is this?’ you ask, raising your hands in confusion while looking around. Grayson’s cheeks suddenly turn very red and he looks down, avoiding eye contact. ‘Well?’ you fold your arms against your chest. Grayson sighs and looks at you. A deep and intense look, which causes you to get those familiar butterflies.
‘I have something to tell you, Y/N. For a long time I didn’t know if I should because there could be consequences, but you deserve to know what I feel for you. I like you… No,’ he corrects himself, ‘I am in love with you.’ It is a quiet for a moment. What could you possibly say to this?! ‘Please… say something. Anything,’ Grayson begs, biting his lip. ‘You’re joking right?’ you ask unconvinced.
‘No, I’m not! I thought it was so obvious that I liked you, but you clearly have no idea,’ Grayson says. ‘What about all those other girls?’ you ask. He raises his eyebrows. ‘What other girls? Oooh, wait. Y/N, I was just messing with you. Believe me.’ You narrow your eyes. ‘Really?’ Grayson sighs and puts a step closer to you, putting his hands on your hips.
‘I promise. I choose you. And I’ll choose you over and over again. Without a pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll always keep choosing you. And I mean that, from the bottom of my heart,’ Grayson says so genuinely that you just had to believe him.
You lay a hand onto his muscular chest, feeling his heart beating really fast. It takes a minute before you had collected all your thoughts and look into his beautiful dark eyes. ‘Grayson… I love you too. I have for a very long time, actually.’
He smiles and puts his warm hand onto yours. You sigh, feeling relieved. ‘I’m so glad you told me this. I thought that everything we had… That it meant nothing to you.’ ‘Well, it did. Trust me, it meant a lot.’ Grayson said, his voice full of adoration. ‘So… what do we do now?’ you ask seductive, bringing your body closer to his. Grayson presses his body to yours, his hands stroking your upper back. ‘Oh, I know exactly what I want to do right now.’ ‘And that is?’ you whisper with a goofy smile, looking up to his face. ‘Make you feel good,’ he responds smirking and puts his soft lips onto yours.
You giggle when he puts his strong hands under your butt and lifts you up, carefully walking back to the bed. He sits down on the bed with you sitting on his lap and pulls back so he could remove your shirt. ‘And this has to go, too…’ he whispers amused while he unclasps your bra. You feel very vulnerable when he stares at your boobs, two body parts you were a little insecure about since they were really big.
He leans in and kisses the top of them, which was when you started getting really turned on. He goes further down and licks your nipples, which caused you to let out an embarrassing loud moan. He chuckles and starts circling around them with his tongue.
You moan softly in pleasure and stroke your hands through his hair. Just when you feel yourself getting wetter, Grayson pulls back. He lifts you up without any effort and gently places you to the side. ‘Go lay on your back, baby,’ he whispers with his hands on your thighs. His deep voice was filled with lust. You lay down in a comfortable position while Grayson looks at you with so much admiration that it felt like your heart was going to pop out.
He hovers over you and starts kissing your arms, slowly going down to your belly, tracing the skin with his fingers. With a loving smile he studies your body like he has never seen it before. Then he trails down to your thighs and you sense his husky breath against your skin. With his warm hands he gently spreads your legs. He looks up with a goofy smile and you can’t help but chuckle loudly.
‘What are you smiling at?’ you ask. ‘I don’t know. It almost feels like this is the first time I touch you. It’s heavenly,’ he adds, cheeks getting red. You bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling like a fool. He pulls down your panties and throws them next to the bed. Suddenly you get a bit nervous; Was he going to do what you thought he was going to do? It would be your first time. Grayson licks his lips and starts kissing and lightly sucking your inner thighs, leisurely going to your crotch. He tilts his head when his lips are an inch away from the place where you wanted him the most right now.
‘Is this okay?’ he asks sweetly. You nod and your heart flutters at the way he was treating you; so gently and carefully. He always did, but this time it felt even more special. Grayson places his hands on your tummy to get more comfortable. Then he leans forward and puts a pure kiss onto your crotch. And another one. ‘Gray… Don’t tease me like that,’ you whine. Grayson chuckles. ‘I’m sorry. I have never done this before.’ ‘It’s okay. You’re doing fine,’ you reassure him.
It always surprised you that a boy who was so beautiful and kind like him could be this insecure. His hot breath on your heat made you even more desperate. You needed him. Finally Grayson moved his tongue in between your folds, starting slowly. He licks you up and down and then sticks his tongue inside of you, using both of his lips as well. You gasp when he enters you and Grayson takes this as a hint to start sucking. You let out a deep sigh from the pleasure he gave you and you start to grind your hips.
Grayson starts sucking with a great amount of pressure on your very sensitive clit. He looks at you while you close your eyes and quietly moans his name, throwing your head back in the pillows. Just like you he was enjoying every second of this. He absolutely loved the power he had over you and seeing you struggle to keep your legs apart.
Within a few minutes you got that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach as Grayson moved his tongue deeper, curling it as it grazed over your g-spot. Your breaths were getting shorter with every second that passed by. Heavenly shivers went down your spine when he stroked his fingers up and down your thighs. You were a moaning mess by this time and you knew you were getting close. You dig your nails into his scalp instinctively to warn him but he just sucks faster and faster, growling quietly against your core.
‘Grayson…’ you cry out, arching your back. Your head was spinning. As your walls clenched around his mouth, him having no mercy, your muscles tense when you receive the most powerful orgasm you ever had. It was magical. You let out a deep sigh as you come undone and grab Grayson’s hand that was laying on your stomach now. He strokes your hand with his thumb to stop it from shaking while slowing down his movements.
After your orgasm had ebbed away Grayson strokes two fingers against your crotch. He looks at you intensely while he licks your juices from his fingers. A pleasant shiver goes along your back. You had never experienced something this intimate and erotic. You loved it, though. With blushed cheeks you let go of his hand. ‘That was amazing,’ you thank him. Your legs still felt like jelly.
He smiles and hovers above you, gently pressing his body onto yours. ‘You’re amazing,’ he simply says. You cup his face with your hands and place a long, passionate kiss on his plump lips. ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ Grayson whispers after he pulls back. He looked very serious, like there would be any chance you would say no to this amazing human.
‘Of course I will. I love you,’ you answer happily. Grayson smiles. ‘I can’t even explain how much I love you right now,’ he whispers and looks into your eyes. You giggle and pull him closer so you could kiss him again.
Link’s first night guarding the Princess’s
room was surprisingly rough.
While the position was honorable, he allowed himself to feel a bit of
pride – he was the Hero of Time, even if almost no one would believe him. He
had endured much worse, and figured there
would be no problem with merely standing in front of a room until dawn.
A Fluffy Klance One-Shot (that’s essentially just because I headcanon Lance to be a very good dancer)
Featuring very background shallura, a bit of Keith being jealous, and Lance platonic bonding with everyone because he’s my favorite.
Summary: At a celebration on a foreign planet after beating the Galra there, all the aliens are dancing, and Lance is eager to join in. He quickly makes it his goal to get the rest of his team to dance, even Keith. But Keith seems to be acting a little off… what could possibly be bothering him?
Yes I know. I suck at summaries. I don’t write that much fluff in general… it’s mostly angst and this is actually the first Voltron thing I’ve posted. Hopefully more to come?
Lance jogged his leg up and down, eyes
gazing longingly at the dance floor.
The celebration was grander than most,
fitting for the size of the planet they’d just freed from the corrupt
Galra empire. Fast-paced music blared from every corner of the room,
with no visible speakers, and countless native aliens were twirling
around on the dance floor.
Allura was in the middle of a
dignified discussion with the planet’s leaders, with Coran at her
side as usual. She’d left the Paladins on a couch to the side of the
room, ‘so they couldn’t screw anything up’ were her exact words, with
a pointed look at Lance.
This, of course, did not stop the
others from noticing how obviously Lance wanted to be on that dance
floor, and how restless he was while sitting still.
With an amused sigh, Shiro glanced in
the blue paladin’s direction. “You can dance if you want to, you
know that right?”
Lance immediately shot off of the
couch, his previously anxious face taken over by one of those bright
smiles that seemed to light up the room.
WARNING: IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN 6X11 STOP READING, STOP READING NOW!! UNLESS… you like spoilers. :)
Prompt: When Emma sent old fat drunk Hook back to the Jolly Roger, she wasn’t aware that there was no Jolly Roger in the Wish Realm. So instead, Old Hook ends up on the deck of the Jolly… docked in Storybrooke. What happens when he comes face to face with this new realm… and his spry younger self?
Author’s Notes: Thank you, @irishswanff for letting me use your prompt, I had a blast writing it! And thank you, once again, for your on-point beta skills. <3 Everyone should visit @irishswanff‘s Tumblr to see more amazing prompts!!
Strange things were happening in Storybrooke. Strange, strange things. Unusual things usually happened in Storybrooke, but this was by far the strangest. Even stranger than that time Emma’s boy accidentally found a way to bring pixies into Storybrooke. But at least Killian understood what was going on then. Sort of. But this…
It had started this morning. He had decided to pick up a grilled cheese sandwich for Emma. She remained in their bed, fast asleep. It was to be expected after all the sleepless nights spent in the Wish Realm. Especially considering when she came home, she was forced to battle Belle and the Crocodile’s infant.
Well, not an infant. Not anymore at least.
So he thought she at least deserved a surprise. And if a grilled cheese sandwich could put a smile on her face, he was happy. He knew, as always, that he would have to ask for onion rings over fries, and that alone would keep him in her good books.
He pushed open the door to Granny’s. It wasn’t very busy; only a few people sat in booths, mostly the dwarves. There wasn’t a queue, which was good. It meant that Killian could order, grab it and leave. He would return to Emma before she even awoke, and he would wake her, with kisses and grilled cheese.
His gaze flew to the counter as he stepped inside. There was an intake of breath and a, “There he is! Get him!”
Before Killian knew what was happening, he was ducking to avoid a bottle aimed at his head. It shattered above him, sprinkling crystal-like glass into his hair. He emerged to see Granny pointing a shotgun at him.
“What the bloody hell?” he shouted.
“Don’t you ‘what the bloody hell’ me, mister!” Granny growled. “You know what you’ve done. And you’re going to pay for it.”
What he’d done? What had he done? He didn’t remember doing anything. He’d been with Emma all night and all morning, for heaven’s sake.
He tried to keep his voice calm as he said, “Pay for what?”
She cocked the gun higher, right at his face. Her eyes were narrowed as she checked her aim. He heard the damn thing click. He raised his arms slowly above his head, heart beating fast.
“Don’t you give me that. Once a pirate, always a pirate, huh? Did you think that disguise would fool me? Granny?”
He kept his hands above his head. “What bloody disguise?” He wished his Swan was here. Emma would sort this out. She was the Saviour, after all. She would slowly talk Granny down, and ask her what on God’s earth she was accusing him of. Perhaps Granny had finally lost it.
“That wig. And that pot belly. But I knew it was you. I saw you! I know what you did.”
So this has been on my mind since I saw the film yesterday. I don’t know if there will be more or not, but I like this AU.
Steve closes his eyes and pulls the trigger. He felt the fire at his back and -
He was cold. He opened his eyes.
“Hello,” the woman in front of him smiled. Though she didn’t look like Diana, she reminded him of his Princess.
She had a crown of lilies, ivy, and lavender. A dour man stood on one side of her looking vaguely interested, while a grinning older woman stood on her other side, the firelight making the streaks of grey seem to shine.
A boney hand squeezed his shoulder and glanced back to see a tall thin figure at his back and behind them a hunched, cloaked man at the edge of a river.
“Steven Trevor of the United States Military?” the woman asked, her voice soft but strong.
“Uh, yes ma'am,” Steve blinked at her, swallowing.
The last time he had felt so out of his element had ended up with him meeting the love of his life, his Goddess of Love, Truth, and Justice.
“Please, you are my sister-niece’s love. Call me Persephone. This is my husband and Diana’s Uncle Hades. The woman next to me is Hecate. Behind you at the River is Charon, and Thanatos is the one who accompanied you here.”
“All do respect ma'am”
“Persephone, where is here?”
“Hades, the Underworld,” the man Hades answered.
“ThE aFtErLiFe StEvE tReVoR,” Thanatos supplied, “yOu ArE dEaD.”
“Alright. I doubt that most folks get to meet all of you,” he looked at them.
Hecate crackled, “The girl’s chosen well!”
“Auntie,” Hades sighed, rolling his eyes and suddenly he didn’t seem as unapproachable.
“What? It’s true, the boy’s cute and has some brains,” Hecate smirked at Steve.
Steve smiled back at her politely, “That doesn’t answer my question.”
“No,” Persephone looked at him, “It doesn’t. Normally one such as yourself would be sent directly to the Elysian Fields, but you are Loved by the youngest of the Gods, and the strongest.”
“You’re talking about Diana,” Steve said.
“yOu ArE cOrReCt, StEvE tReVoR,” Thanatos intoned.
“Walk with us, Steve Trevor,” Persephone turned and began to walk away, Hades taking her arm.
Hecate slipped her arm into Steve’s arm with a grin and all but forced him to follow the couple. Behind him he heard Thanatos call Charon’s name and the sound of cloth moving. A glance behind showed that Thanatos was escorting Charon.
“Steve Trevor, most mortals and God relationships end in heartbreak and tragedy. By rights this is what should happen to you and Diana.”
Steve made a wounded noise.
“Peace, Steve Trevor,” Hades looked over his shoulder and gave a slight smile, “We cannot leave our Realm for long, except for my wife. And yet her power wanes when she leaves.”
“I could not defeat my brother, and he would show no mercy. He had, at that point, already killed his lover. As much as I hated it, my duty to our Realm had a higher importance than ending my traitorous brother. Diana has done us all a great boon,” Persephone added.
“As such,” Hecate squeezed his arm, “We have a proposal for you.”
“What?” Steve asked bewildered.
“wE WiSh FoR yOu To JoIn OuR nUmBeR,” Thanatos said, “hEcAtE hAs A wAy.”
“You would be a minor god, but there are so few of us that it doesn’t matter,” Hecate continued, “But it must be something that is near. That leaves only what is in Hades. And most has already been claimed.”
“I have a feeling that you already have something in mind?” Steve asked dryly, looking at Persephone.
The Queen said nothing, instead pulling back a curtain of ivy to show what had to be Heaven, if Heaven was a field.
“This, Steve Trevor, is the Elysian Fields,” she said, “It is where the Heroes go upon their deaths. I would put you as it’s Guardian. Of course you would have a Shade to aid you.”
Steve gapped at her.
“I,” he swallowed, “Could that be General Antiope? She was an Amazon and would understand how this place should be run.”
“YoU wOuLd KnOw StEvE tReVoR,” Thanatos sounded curious, “iT wOuLd Be YoUr DoMaIn.”
Zelda ask Link about first kiss he has had one shes never had one shes troubled
It happened while they crossed Castle Town on their way to Hyrule Field. In the midst of her people bowing and greeting her, something caught her eye — a couple, around the same age as Link and herself. The bashful smiles they wore spoke volumes of their adoration and love for each other. Zelda was entranced, and didn’t stop watching even when the boy leaned down to kiss the girl fully on her mouth. Zelda’s pleasant expression faltered as she saw, wonder rising up in its place. Link noticed, as always.
“Princess.” He urged with no real force.
“Y-yes, sorry. Let’s be off, then.” She turned to give a smile to her knight, but before she walked away she took one last glance to the couple, eyes shining with curiosity.