the night is the coroners

Solar System: Things to Know This Week

Making every night science movie night with these amazing videos.

1. Pure Beauty 

Our star sprouting coronal loops courtesy of the NASA sun team. See the full video: https://go.nasa.gov/2p47Lt2

2. Where’s the last place you’d expect to find enough ice to bury a city? 

Answer: Mercury, the closest planet to the sun. Watch the video: https://svs.gsfc.nasa.gov/11184

3. The Mars Fleet 

Only Earth has more satellites studying it. Full video: https://svs.gsfc.nasa.gov/4414

4. A Star-Studded Cast

Check out NASA’s satellite fleet of Earth observers. See the video: https://svs.gsfc.nasa.gov/12586

5. Jupiter in Ultra HD 

Thanks, Hubble Space Telescope! See the video: https://svs.gsfc.nasa.gov/12021

6. A Tear Jerker 

Our Cassini spacecraft starts her 4.5-month Grand Finale this week. Full video: https://saturn.jpl.nasa.gov/resources/7628

7. Faster Than the Speed of Sound

Winds on Neptune travel faster than the speed of sound. Full video: https://svs.gsfc.nasa.gov/11349

8. A Musical Number

This one features the planet Uranus doing pop and lock. Full video: https://youtu.be/CWuWoiHmXUs

9. Up Close and Personal 

Thanks to our New Horizons mission, we’ve been able to get up close and with Pluto. Full video: https://svs.gsfc.nasa.gov/12080

10: The Treasure Trove

TRAPPIST-1 is a treasure trove of seven Earth-sized planets orbiting a distant star. Full video: https://www.jpl.nasa.gov/video/details.php?id=1459

Discover more lists of 10 things to know about our solar system HERE.

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Princess

super original title xoxo honestly I couldn’t be bothered to spend ages thinking of a decent one, it’s not too important anyway. This is my first time posting an actual thingy thing for a while, and I’m kinda nervous about it because it was a request by @underworldsheiress, who wanted twin brother Edmund to be a top wingman and encourage Caspian to confess his feelings to the reader which leads to smutty smut smut and them being found by overprotective brother™ Peter who loses his shit lmao. It’s kinda long, around 4.5k, and like I said I am pretty nervous about posting it because it’s not just something I wrote when an idea popped into my head, but I hope y’all like it anyway :)

“Christ Y/N, stop it,”

“Stop what?” I asked, sparing him only a fleeting glance before averting my gaze back to Caspian. My voice sounded disinterested even to my own ears, but I was too distracted to care. He was so beautiful. He always looked gorgeous, but tonight especially, the night of his coronation, he just radiated warmth and happiness. He practically glowed. And God, the way his crown sat on his head, the way he looked all kingly and powerful. It turned me on just thinking about it, about him commanding me to get on my knees and –

“You’re practically eye fucking Caspian,” I snapped my head up immediately, banishing my sinful thoughts. Edmund wrinkled his nose in disgust. “No offence but I don’t really want to see my sister looking at one of my friends like that, especially when we’re in the middle of a conversation,”

 

“We were?”

“Oh my God-”

“Sorry,” I apologised sincerely, grabbing his hand and squeezing it between mine to reassure him. “My attention’s all yours. Strictly twin bonding time for the best Pevensie children,”

“Hey!” Lucy shot me a playful glare as she spun past our table, midway through a dance – I couldn’t remember which it was – with the fauns. She had always loved music and dancing.

Edmund smiled at that, but out of the corner of my eye I saw it fade away when he caught me peeking at Caspian again. He was talking to someone I didn’t know, but she was extremely beautiful and they seemed awfully close. I swallowed, a sour taste in my mouth, even though I had no right to be jealous.

“You should just tell him you know,” he said softly in a more serious tone. I looked at him, shocked. I went to protest and rebuff the suggestion but he carried on talking. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re my sister. I know you better than anyone, and I’ve known about your feelings for Caspian since the moment you started having them,”

I looked down at my hands, every witty and scathing response I had loaded suddenly vanishing. “But I can’t,” I said pathetically. I wanted to glance back over at Caspian but I was scared of what I’d see. “If I said anything…I just can’t.” I stood up abruptly, taking off as fast as I could without appearing rude, unable to stay in that hall any longer. Everyone was so cheerful and happy and all I could think about was how much I wanted someone I couldn’t have.

“Y/N, come back!” I heard Edmund call after me but I ignored him. I felt bad for dismissing him but I needed to be alone. I was closer with Edmund than anyone in the world, more so than with even Peter or Susan or Lucy. Being twins meant we had always had a very special bond. I loved all my brothers and sisters with every inch of my heart, but nothing could compare to my connection with Ed. Yet I feared even that wasn’t enough, that he would never truly understand how I felt for Caspian; that he would never understand why I was unable to be upfront with him about my feelings.

I locked the door to my room and flung myself onto my bed, staring at the high ceiling. I felt tears prickle at my eyes. I held them back. I refused to cry. I was just so frustrated and conflicted and overwhelmed with emotion for this stupid boy and his stupid smile and stupid perfect hair and stupid lips that I so badly wanted to feel against mine. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Get a grip, I muttered to myself.

—–

Edmund wasn’t the type of person to stick his nose into other people’s business. He found it usually resulted in himself or both parties getting hurt, and things ending up way more complicated than how they had been initially. For Y/N, however, he had always made an exception. She’s my twin sister, he reasoned with himself as he approached Caspian who was perched on the edge of a table, fully immersing himself with the people who had arrived to celebrate his coronation. If there’s anything I could do to make her happier, of course I would do it. And I know she’d do the same for me.

 

“Caspian,” Ed said by way of greeting, capturing the king’s attention. He was still in conversation with the beautiful dark skinned girl. Caspian politely excused himself and sprang up, grinning hugely as he pulled Edmund into a brief hug.

“Edmund!” he was clearly in a joyous mood – rarely had Edmund ever known him to be quite so happy to see him. “Enjoying the celebrations? I know Lucy is, all I’ve seen of her all night is a blur,” he laughed, and then noticed the absence of Y/N. He had grown quite close to her during their time together, and it was a rarity that she and Ed were ever that far apart. “Hey, where’s Y/N? I haven’t had a chance to speak to her tonight.”

Edmund cleared his throat feeling somewhat awkward. He hadn’t really planned this out properly. “That’s kind of what I wanted to discuss, actually…”

Concern flashed in Caspian’s eyes immediately. His heart dropped. “Is she okay? She’s not hurt is she? No of course she’s not, you wouldn’t be so calm if she were in trouble. But…something is wrong?” He spoke at a rushed pace, attempting to quell his nerves when he feared the worst.

How to be tactful about this? Frankly, Edmund had no fucking clue. “Tact is just not saying true stuff,” he stated plaintively, mostly for his own benefit.

“…Right? That doesn’t really answer my question though –’’

“Y/N likes you!” Wow, real smooth Ed.

 

Whatever Caspian had been expecting, it wasn’t that. “I-you-she-me what?” He practically fell over his words.

“Are you broken?”

Caspian let Edmund’s joking comment slide. “Are you being serious?” He remembered how to speak at last. “You’re not just fucking with me?”

“No, but I’m pretty sure she wishes she was,” What’s wrong with me, Edmund thought, cringing at his own comment. Stop using shitty humour to make yourself feel less awkward.

 

The king almost choked. “She said that to you?”

“No, but you’d have to be either stupid or blind not to notice the way she looks at you. It’s kind of gross, actually. From my perspective anyway. And Peter’s. Fucking hell, if he ever found out he would get so over protective you have no idea…”

“Wait, so you really think she has feelings for me?” Dare he get his hopes up? He didn’t think he could bear allowing himself to believe she reciprocated his feelings, only for it to all be some joke.

“Considering she pretty much flat out told me, yes I’m very sure of it. That’s why she left. I think, anyway. She saw you talking to that girl and got a bit overwhelmed. I’m sure she’s fine though,” he smiled weakly and tapped his head. “Twin telepathy.”

Caspian took all this in for a moment. He had to fight to keep from grinning like a fool he felt so giddy. How embarrassing that would be. He could already hear the Narnians gossiping about it: “King Caspian defeats an army and restores peace to Narnia, loses his shit and becomes a teenaged girl when he finds out his crush likes him back.” That would never do.

“Do you know where she would have gone?”

—–

I lay there for a while. Half an hour? An hour? Edmund didn’t attempt to follow me and I was glad. He could sense I needed some time to myself. And I felt better for it. I could think straight again. Maybe I’d even join the celebrations again. They’d surely go on all night long. Maybe the tangible joy in that hall wouldn’t be so stifling now my head was clear.

There was a knock at the door. Probably Edmund deciding to check on me, or maybe Susan. Susan had such a gentle heart, she’d want to make sure I was alright after my sudden exit.

I crossed the room and smoothed down my dress. I opened the door.

And promptly almost had a heart attack.

“Hello Y/N,” Caspian said politely, smiling gently.

All the feelings and rush of emotions that had overwhelmed me in the hall came flooding back tenfold. I couldn’t breathe. “Caspian?” I managed weakly. My eyes flitted up to the crown he wore. “I mean, Your Grace. What are you doing here?”

He let himself in and closed the door hesitantly. “You don’t have to call me that. I’m still Caspian to you. I noticed you were gone and then Edmund came and spoke to me…”

The way he trailed off made my heart leap. What the fuck has Edmund done. If he had told Caspian about my feelings for him I was going to kill him.

“What did he say to you?” I asked a tad too sharply. I was sure I must look terrified.

Caspian tensed at my tone, visibly uncomfortable. “Just…um, stuff. About you. And…me,”

I closed my eyes. It felt as though my stomach had fell through the floor. My skin felt prickly and my head felt heavy. No. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t know.

“I am so sorry,” I choked out, stumbling over my words in my haste to get them out. “I don’t know exactly what he told you but it’s not what it sounds like. I can’t stand here and lie and say I don’t like you, because I do,” my throat seemed to be closing up faster and faster. “But it doesn’t matter and you should forget about it because it’s stupid and I’m stupid, just a stupid little girl with stupid dreams and…”

“Y/N,” he said. His voice was level. He was using his Prince – well, King now, I guess – voice. It was calm and full of authority. I shut up before I could fuck up even further. I seriously wanted to cry. He was silent for a moment whilst he gathered his thoughts now I had stopped rambling. I couldn’t bear to look at him, but looking away was even worse. “Did you…mean that?” he finally ventured. But he was quieter now. He took a deep breath. “Do you really think that your feelings for me are stupid? That they…that they don’t matter?” He sounded hurt. It broke my heart.

“No! I mean yes I – fuck, I don’t know!” I sounded pathetic. Stupid. I covered my face with my hands, willing everything to fade away, for this to not be happening. I heard his footsteps approaching me and then I felt his fingers gently pulling my hands away from my face. They encircled my wrists delicately. I willed myself to be strong and met his eyes, fighting the tears threatening to well in my eyes.

“I have so much I need to say,” he said softly, impossibly dark eyes trained on mine. Just looking into his eyes made me feel dizzy. “But I think it would be easier if I just…” I felt him leaning in, getting closer until his face was level with mine and so fucking close I daren’t breathe. He was testing the waters. I couldn’t fathom what was happening until his lips touched mine with such soft, tender passion I could have wept. Those lips I’d been thinking of for so long were on mine. Caspian was kissing me. I had so many questions, so much I wanted to ask him, but I’d wanted this for so fucking long I shoved all thoughts to the side and let it happen, let my lips follow his lead as I kissed him back. He let my wrists go and his hands went to my waist instead, pulling me in tighter. I dreaded the moment he would have to let go.

His lips broke apart from mine and his forehead rested on mine. His eyes were closed, breathing somewhat jagged. “Please don’t stop,” I whispered. I needed more of him. This was what I had yearned for. I couldn’t let it end so soon. “Please…”

A soft growl tore from his throat, his resolve breaking, his lips back on mine, firmer this time, desperate and demanding, pulling me into him whilst one hand at the small of my back lead me backwards to the bed. There was nothing chaste about this kiss. Everything I had suppressed due to fear and everything he had held back came pouring out, his lips forceful against mine and his breathing heavy. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but it was, and my head was spinning and he felt so hot and powerful and strong that I let him lead me. He kissed me hungrily and I gripped his shoulders, relishing every point of contact between us. I inhaled and exhaled through my nose as I tried to remember how to breathe, the taste of his lips clouding my thoughts. Everything was happening so fast and he was tearing off my dress and kissing my neck and his hands were everywhere and he was shirtless and his skin was so tanned and toned just like I knew it would be. His bare skin on mine burned in the most delicious way possible. His tongue was on my skin, following the curve of my neck and I shuddered, arching into him as he loomed above me. Every action was fuelled by lust and hunger and pure, thrumming primal desire but there was an underlying sweetness and passion that was more than just sexual frustration. And I knew that he wanted me and loved me as much as I him, all from the feel of his lips brushing against my skin.

“Caspian,” I breathed. He nipped my shoulder and I gasped. His touch was electrifying, awakening every nerve in my body, and I knew I would be drenched by the time he reached where I was so desperate for contact.

I could feel him fighting to remain gentle, could feel that he wanted to make love to me tenderly, but it was as though now it was happening he let his desire take over. His hands were forceful, pushing my legs apart as he crouched between them, leaving me vulnerable and on display to him completely. The urge to close them again due to self-consciousness was immense, but his fingers dug into my thighs and held them in place, his hot breath tickling my exposed flesh, and in that moment I felt so irrevocably wanted that I let him do as he pleased, aching and silently begging him to touch me through my body language. I couldn’t see his face as he dipped down to plant the lightest of kisses to my inner thighs, just a messy head of soft brown hair that I felt the urge to bury my hands in. The crown had fell off when he pushed me onto the bed and dipped his head to kiss me again; it lay discarded on the floor, along with our clothes. The kisses were gentle, oh so gentle, teasing up and up until he reached where I wanted, needed him the most, before he began the slow taunting pattern all over again. The anticipation of his lips pressing against my swollen clit and his tongue lapping at my wetness was almost hotter than the actions themselves. More kisses. Closer and closer, firmer and firmer. I let my head fall back against my pillow, unable to control my heavy breathing or the slow arch of my back. He was going to drive me crazy, and he had yet to even touch my pussy. Caspian between my legs was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

“Please,” it was a soft plea, but I knew he heard me, that he could hear the desperation in my voice. His lips ghosted over where I craved him most of all, lightly brushing against me, and in my frenzied state of arousal my hips bucked upwards to chase after him. I whimpered. I felt his tongue tentatively flick against my clit. His heavy breathing matched mine, only increasing the heat down there. As his tongue began to explore, slowly but surely, his fingers gripped my thighs tighter. The more he gave the more I wanted. He licked me at a leisurely pace, as though he wanted to savour the moment and draw out my pleasure, and there was a building pressure stirring inside me. I could fucking hear the sounds of his mouth kissing and sucking and licking my pussy. I couldn’t restrain the gasps and helpless moans that I struggled not to choke on that fell from my lips. He made quiet little noises of content whilst he ate me out, too, like nothing there was nothing in the world he’d rather do than lick my pussy. Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. God, his fucking tongue. This, I decided, was much better than talking about our feelings, which I’m sure we would do, just as soon as I-

“Fuck, Caspian, I’m gonna come,” I moaned, slightly embarrassed at how wanton and loud I sounded. I was right on the edge, each stroke of his tongue pushing me further, until every inch of me was alight with pleasure, the tingling pressure intensifying in my lower regions, shooting through me until I saw white behind my closed eyelids, rolling my hips as I hit my release, body limp and content from climax. All the while I felt his hands gripping me, holding me close as he slowed down his administrations and kissed between my legs gently, careful not to over stimulate me. I was warm and happy in the afterglow, with this gorgeous man between my thighs. His eyes flickered up to meet mine through eyelids heavy with arousal, and I groaned at the sinful sight. He planted one last kiss before coming back up level with my face, his own body gliding against mine. This time when his lips touched mine I could taste the slight tang of myself on him, which only turned me on even more despite the powerful orgasm I had just had.

“Thank you princess,” I heard him whisper. He nuzzled my neck. I propped myself onto my elbows and stared at him in bewilderment.

“What do you mean? I should be the one thanking you?” I said in disbelief, but it sounded more like a question. Why on earth was Caspian thanking me after making me come harder than I ever had before? His lips curled into a bashful smile.

“Y/N, all I’ve ever wanted is to make you feel good. To feel you and see you like this,”

I was at a loss for words. I wrapped one arm around his shoulders and pulled him down toward me so I could hug him. So much had gone unsaid. “I guess we should probably talk,” amazingly I was still nervous, even though he had literally just gone down on me and I could feel his naked skin pressed against mine.

“I guess we should,”

But instead I rolled my hips into his and felt his hardness. My stomach flipped, and I felt both shyness and pride. I did that to him. A low growl slipped from his lips.

“Fuck talking,”

He grabbed my hips. I brought my legs up to lock around his waist, forcing his hips to grind downwards to meet me. He laughed breathily at my eagerness, staring at me in wonder. Or arousal, I couldn’t quite tell. His hair was falling around his face, dark messy strands that I had yet to run my hands through. I had half a mind to, but then he thrust into me and I cried out at the sudden fullness, unable to think straight as he buried his cock deep inside me. He slid in effortlessly, soft moans in my ear as he filled me up. I clawed at his back and bucked my hips. Catching my breath proved almost an impossible task when he pulled back, only to ram into me again, stretching me out completely. I cried out.

—–

I woke up sore. Stiff neck and aching muscles that burned in what was an almost pleasurable fashion. Turning my head, I saw Caspian’s dark hair splayed out on the pillow he lay on, his brows slightly furrowed whilst he slept. Everything came rushing back – the way we’d stayed up all night, fucking and talking and making love, and talking some more. No wonder I was so sore. I remembered every touch and caress of his lips, hands and body, and blushed. I reached out to cup his face with the palm of my hand. His eyelids fluttered. Clearly he was a light sleeper. He awoke, confused for a moment, then saw me beside him, the sheets barely concealing my form, and he smiled sleepily.

“Hey,” his voice was low and ever so husky. I bit my lip and felt my own playful grin forming.

“Morning,” I said coyly. We lay face to face and he indicated for me to cuddle up closer, which I did willingly, the feel of his arms around me securing me.

“What time is it?” he asked, my head against his chest. I shrugged, tilting my head up so I could see his face.

“Late. Why? We don’t have anywhere to be…we could just stay here all day,”

He smirked. “Don’t tempt me,”

I feigned innocence. “It’s not my fault I’m so entirely desirable…”

He rolled me onto my back, straddling me and pinning my wrists above my head.

“I don’t know how much more I can take,” I warned him truthfully, even though our position made me want him inside me all over again. I ached though, and I knew walking would be a challenge. His eyes softened immediately, as he had no will to make me feel uncomfortable. Though truthfully, when he asserted his dominance over me like this – my body pinned down by his, arms above my head, completely at his mercy – it was a huge turn on. Pretty much everything he did turned me on.

“We don’t have to do anything right now,” his sensitive and compassionate side was also a definite turn on. Damn.

“Just go easy on me,” that spark was back in his eyes again, but somehow softer this time. He kissed my neck slowly, lovingly.

“I’ll fuck you so gently, princess…” his hot breath sent shivers down my spine. I squirmed.

His lips remained at my throat, gracing it with the softest of kisses, so light they were barely there. “Why do you call me princess?” I asked, but he was distracting me and my voice cracked. He released my wrists and I immediately let my fingers tangle in his hair and tugged, just the way he liked, as I had discovered last night. He groaned.

“Because,” he murmured. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not, but there was a sultry hint to his voice. “I am the king. That makes you my princess…or queen, if you’d like,” He stopped kissing my neck then, and pulled back so he could see my face. There was a cheeky glint in his eyes. “But I think princess sounds hotter,”

I spread my legs for him. He was right, princess did sound hotter. And I wanted him inside me again. “But we’re not married. Doesn’t that just make me your whore?”

“Of course not,” he tucked his hair behind his ear and smirked. “Whores get paid,”

“Then you’d better pay up,” he chuckled at my words, and all of a sudden I gasped. One of his hands had slyly crept between my thighs, his thumb expertly brushing against my clit.

“I think I’ll take my chances,” he slid one finger inside me and smirked.

“What the fuck is this?”

Caspian whipped his head round immediately, like a startled rabbit, and leapt off of me immediately, pulling his hands away from my body and shooting to the other side of the bed. I’d never seen him so skittish. And then I saw my older brother Peter stood in the doorway, and the words finally registered with me, and I bolted upright, wrapping the sheets tightly around me. Fuck. Mortification flushed red in my cheeks and fear crept through my veins.

 

Peter was stood so still it was slightly scary, his eyes flat. I could see the muscles in his jaw clenching. “I’m going to fucking kill him,” his voice was low but it trembled with anger, and I’d have rather he had shouted. He pointed at Caspian then, moving at last, raising his voice. “I don’t care if he’s the king,” I was scared now.

“Peter, please –’’

“No!” he said furiously. “He is dead,

He turned his attention to Caspian then, who now the initial shock had subsided, seemed pretty much at ease. I looked back at Peter, at the anger flaming in his eyes. “Peter, leave him alone, this has nothing to do with you,” I tried to reason with him, fighting the tremble in my voice.

“Nothing to do with me?” he scoffed, and he laughed, and I worried he had become unhinged. “You’re my baby sister! You’re like thirteen –’’

“I’m sixteen!” I defended myself angrily. I was more upset with Peter than embarrassed now. He was being unreasonable. “God, get over yourself Peter! Did you really think I was gonna stay a pre-pubescent little girl forever? I’m sorry you had to see this – my god, am I sorry – but don’t be an arse!”

Peter was silent. He so desperately wanted to be livid, and he probably still was, but he saw the sense in what I had said.

“We’ll talk about this later,” he muttered, seemingly rather bitter. He addressed Caspian. “I meant it. If you do anything she doesn’t want you to do, or if you hurt her in any way shape of form, it won’t matter that you’re the king. I’ll murder you.”

He left, and I could hear him grumbling to himself down the hall. Caspian was staring at me.

“What?” I asked, visibly shaken by the whole thing.

He pulled me into a hug and I melted into the embrace. It comforted me. “He’ll come around you know. It’s kind of in his job description as big brother to be a dick when it comes to things like this,”

“I know. It just pisses me off when he gets over protective like that,”

“It just means that he loves you. He doesn’t want to admit to himself that he can’t always protect you from everything,”

I looked up at him. “What, and you’d class yourself as something I need protecting from?” I smirked as I teased him.

He grinned wolfishly and flipped me onto my back again, his dominance being unleashed once more. “Oh princess, you have no idea.”

My Choices Fic


The Crown and the Flame:
Raydan and Kenna
A Comforting Embrace- Kenna seeks out Raydan’s company on the eve of battle. 
The Only Choice -  Raydan witnesses a moment between Diavolos and Kenna which triggers his doubt and insecurities about his place at Kenna’s side.
Out of the Shadows -  Raydan and Kenna talk about his determination to stay in the shadows and how she wouldn’t let him.
This Moment Only -  Raydan has been avoiding Kenna since their night together and she wants to know why.
Who We Become -  The night of her coronation, Queen Kenna reflects on the enemies who tried to break her and the allies who put her back together and how each has shaped her. [ChoiceCreates #18]
Dancing With Shadows [NSFW] -  After defeating the Nevrakis army, Kenna celebrates with a rendezvous with a certain spymaster.
Don’t Speak [NSFW] Raydan and Kenna steal a few minutes alone after a strategy meeting.

Diavolos and Kenna
A Happy Future -  Kenna and Diavolos talk about children.
Against the Odds -  After defeating Azura, Kenna tells Dom about her relationship with Diavolos and then finds comfort in the arms of the man she loves.
Baby Names -  Kenna and Diavolos discuss baby names.
Bad Blood -  Kenna and Diavolos talk about Marco.
Bedmates -  Fenris wakes Kenna up to ask why there is a man in her bed. [ChoicesCreates #22]
The Center of His World -  As Kenna fights for her life after giving birth to her fourth child, Diavolos tries to keep it together even as he faces the unthinkable: a life without her.
Dance With Me - Kenna asks Diavolos to prove that he’s as good of a dancer as he claims.
*Don’t Want to Let You GoKenna and Diavolos prepare for their first separation since getting married.
Drinking Party -  The night before Diavolos’s wedding to Kenna, her friends invite him to the tavern for drinks.
Forbidden -  Kenna indulges in a forbidden love affair. 
*Grateful Diavolos reflects on his feelings towards his father. [ChoicesCreates 31]
Hold Me-  Kenna is feeling overwhelmed by the impending battle and Diavolos offers her comfort which soon turns into something more.[Companion to “Filling in the Blanks]
In the Shadow of Betrayal-  Reeling from a lover’s betrayal, Kenna wonders if she’s setting herself up for more heartbreak by falling for the enemy. (Minor Kenna/Raydan) [takes place after “Hold Me”]
Loyalty-  Diavolos Nevrakis has always defined himself by his loyalty.
LossKenna and Diavolos suffer a painful loss. *mentions of pregnancy loss*
*MilestonesLeon says his first word.
More Than HIs Name-  Kenna remembers a long-ago conversation with her mother that helps her come to terms with her complicated attraction to Diavolos
The Prisoner -  Kenna and Diavolos pay Marco a visit.
Shadowed Observations -  Two men who love Kenna Rys have a conversation about her future. 
*So Much to LoseKenna is reminded of how fragile life is when Diavolos is wounded.
Touch-  Kenna changes everything about Diavolos’s life, including his view on being touched. 
UnexpectedAfter receiving an invitation to visit the Iron Empire, Kenna consults an unlikely source for advice.  
The Waiting Game-  Diavolos waits anxiously while Kenna gives birth to their first child.
Waiting, Hoping- Kenna waits and hopes for news that will change her life. 
Wedding Gifts -  Tevan gives Kenna and Diavolos a wedding gift.
What the Heart Wants  -  On Kenna’s wedding day, she struggles with the disapproval of her friends and her decision to follow her heart, even when it picked a very unlikely mate.[ChoicesCreates #17]    
Worth the Fight -  Kenna and Diavolos vow to overcome all the objections to their relationship and be together.
Worthy of Her -  Diavolos thoughts before and during Kenna’s proposal.
Written in The Stars -  Five years ago, Kenna had let Diavolos go and married someone else, now she was a widow and he had returned to see if the moment was finally right for them. [ChoicesCreates #24] 
Wrong Turn -  Diavolos escorts Kenna back to her room after getting her wounds looked after, but unfortunately makes a bit of a wrong turn. 
Anticipation [NSFW] -  Kenna and Diavolos flirt and tease each other during Zenobia’s wedding reception, letting the anticipation build.
Belonging [NSFW] -  After saving Diavolos from some unwanted attention, Kenna shows her husband exactly how much he means to her.
Control [NSFW] -  After a frustrating meeting, Kenna decides to turn the tables on her normally dominant husband.
The First Day of Forever [NSFW] -  Diavolos and Kenna’s wedding night, follows “What the Heart Wants”.
Fury [NSFW]-  Diavolos and Kenna fight about policy and then move the fight to their bedroom.
*Haunted [NSFW] -  Kenna has a nightmare that causes tension between her and her husband.
Heat [NSFW] -  Kenna and Diavolos have their first real fight as a married couple but get distracted as the heat of anger turns into a different type of heat.
Mine [NSFW] -  Diavolos returns from a trip to Fydoria to find his wife in an article of his clothing and then proceeds to ask for it back.
Persuasion [NSFW]-  Diavolos shows Kenna why sleeping in the nude is best.
Reminisce [NSFW] -  Kenna and Diavolos travel to Lykos and reminisce about their first kiss and how it left them both wanting more. [ChoicesCreates #26]
Rest [NSFW] -  Diavolos comes home from a draining trip to Abanthus and Kenna tries to convince him to rest.
Spar [NSFW] -  Kenna challenges her husband to a sparring match.

Loud  Part One Part Two [NSFW]-  Kenna is mortified to learn the reason why none of her friends want rooms near hers.   *COMPLETE*
Torment [NSFW] Part One Part Two-  Kenna attempts to get ready for a ball, but her husband proves to be very distracting. *COMPLETE*
A Twist of Fate Chapter One [NSFW] Chapter Two [NSFW] Chapter Three Chapter Four [NSFW] Chapter Five [NSFW] Chapter Six [NSFW] Chapter Seven  Chapter Eight [NSFW] Chapter Nine [NSFW] Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve  Chapter Thirteen [NSFW]  Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen  Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen [NSFW] *Chapter Nineteen [NSFW] *Chapter Twenty [NSFW] *Epilogue AU. Kenna has a brief encounter with a stranger she meets in a tavern and it will change the course of her life. Rewrite of Book 3. *COMPLETE*
A Joining of Hearts and Kingdoms Part One Part Two [NSFW] Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven [NSFW] Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten [NSFW]-  Queen Kenna negotiates a new everlasting peace amongst the Five Kingdoms, while also settling on the husband of her choice. 
*A Love Betrayed *Chapter One *Chapter Two [NSFW] - AU.  For Kenna the hardest part of allying herself with Luther is reuniting with the man who broke her heart.

The Duty of the Crown Series (Kenna/Raydan, Kenna/Diavolos) *COMPELTE*
The Good of the Kingdom -  Queen Kenna struggles with what to do about Abanthus and receives surprising advice from an old friend.
A Solid FoundationDecision made, Kenna approaches Diavolos with her plan for a diplomatic marriage.
The Crown Comes First -  On the eve of her wedding, Queen Kenna says goodbye to the man she loves.
Flowers of Yesterday-  After three years apart, Raydan and Kenna meet in the garden of Aurelia. 
Something MoreDiavolos confronts Kenna about Raydan’s return.

Healing Hearts Trilogy (Kenna/Diavolos) *COMPLETE*
Hollow-  Kenna and Diavolos have a terrible fight before he leaves for Lykos and while he’s gone, disaster strikes.
Healing [NSFW] -  After a near death experience and a rough patch in their marriage, Kenna and Diavolos find their way back to one another. 
Happily Ever After Kenna and Diavolos take a much-needed getaway with their children.

A Convenient Marriage Series (AU, Kenna Diavolos, Kenna/Dom)
More Than Convenience Princess Kenna is initially unhappy about her impending marriage to Prince Diavolos, arranged since she was a child, but as she gets to know her future husband, she begins to think it might not be so bad, after all.

Multi-Parings/Unspecified Parings
Loving Her (Kenna/Dom, Kenna/Raydan, Kenna/Diavolos)-  Loving Kenna Rys was easy, keeping her was a different story.
One Door Closes (Kenna/Raydan, Kenna/Diavolos)-  Kenna tells Raydan about her relationship with Diavolos.  
Terrors in the Night (Kenna/Male Love Interest)-  She wakes up shaking in terror, remembering what Azura did, but his presence calms her.
What If (minor Kenna/Dom, Kenna/Raydan, Kenna/Diavolos) -  Over the years, there were many times Kenna wondered “what if”.   [ChoicesCreates #21]

Dom/Sei
Gaining Clarity (mentions of Kenna/Diavolos)-  Dom clears up a few things for Sei in regards to his feelings
Filling in the Blanks (Dom-Centric, mentions of Kenna/Diavolos)-  After being rescued from Hex, Dom gets introduced to the newest member of the rescue party. 
*Past Hurts (Dom-Centric, mentions of Kenna/Diavolos, Kenna/Dom)-  Several people notice Dom’s frequent absences from Stormholt and the way he occasionally looks at the king and one person finally decides to address the situation.
This is Your Fault -  Sei has news for Dom.
Unspoken -  After three years, Dom and Sei define their relationship.

Other
Kindred Spirits (Whitlock/Lia) -  Lia and Whitlock immediately bond over being the youngest rulers and form a relationship that develops over the course of five years.
The Strong Survive (Luther) -  Luther reflects on his world view and his place in it.
Trust In Love (Zenobia/Tevan) -  After her brother falls in love with Queen Kenna, Zenobia wonders if she can bring herself to follow his example and open herself up to the possibility of love and happily ever after.

The Royal Romance
Prince Liam/MC (Eleanor)
*A Lifetime of ThisLiam wakes Eleanor up with a kiss.  
The Beginning of Everything -  Queen Eleanor has special news for her husband.
Christmas in Cordonia -  Eleanor is having a hard time adjusting to Christmas in Cordonia until a special surprise from Liam reminds her of the most important things in life. [Choices Creates 22]
Crossroads-  At the Coronation Ball, Eleanor finds herself at a crossroads wondering how to respond to the prince’s proposal.  [Choices Creates #21]
Emotional Currents -  Liam and Eleanor talk about Drake.
History Lesson [TC&TF x-over]-  While visiting the Royal Portrait Gallery, Liam tells Eleanor about an interesting legend attached to his most famous ancestor.
Love & Duty -  Liam and the King talk about what is required of a royal bride. 
Matters of the Heart [ROE x-over] -  Prince Liam and his favorite potential bride discuss the events that led to his brother’s abdication.
Now and Forever -  Liam is plagued with doubt, Eleanor sets out to reassure him. 
Old Wounds- Eleanor has a bad night. 
Stay With Me [takes place after What Comes Next]-  Liam and Eleanor, the morning after the Coronation Ball.  
So Close to Losing You-  A riding “accident” puts everything in perspective for Liam and Eleanor.
What Comes Next -  Liam and Eleanor finally get to move forward. 
What You Are GivenIn the aftermath of the coronation, Eleanor finds herself surrounded by people who love her and realizes she’ll be ok.
Midnight Encounters [NSFW] -  Liam and Eleanor have an encounter in the garden maze.
Never Tear Us Apart [NSFW]-  Liam and Eleanor celebrate their engagement with a passionate reunion.
Living Dangerously [NSFW] -  Liam shows his naughty side at the Cordonian Derby.

Drake/MC (Amelia)
An Impossible SituationAmelia deals with her mixed feelings as the engagement tour begins and the fact that there doesn’t seem to be any solution in sight.
Happy Endings (minor Liam/Olivia) -  After everything is settled with Madeleine, everyone finds their happy ending, it’s just not the one that was interrupted.
In Too DeepA talk with Madeleine leaves Amelia frustrated. Sequel to “Impossible Situation”.
It Doesn’t Matter  -  After Liam makes his choice, his bride-to-be confronts the man she loves.
Love Will Find a WayDrake and Amelia are reunited after the disaster of the Coronation Ball.
The Rest of Our LivesOnce the plot against her is resolved, Amelia is free to be with the man she loves.
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Restless Nights [NSFW]Unable to sleep, Amelia goes to Drake’s room.

Other
Background (MC, Queen Regina) -  The Queen and Eleanor talk about Eleanor’s life in New York.
Battered, Not Broken (Olivia, minor Olivia/Liam, Liam/MC)-  Olivia works up the courage to face a new social season, even if it means watching Liam with his new bride.(ChoiceCreates #20)
*Date With DestinyTwo waitresses share random conversation on the night where one of their lives will change forever.
Her Secret (Queen Regina) -  Queen Regina has a deep, dark secret.  [Choices Creates #25]
Just DessertsWith a little help from her friends, Eleanor gives Madeleine a taste of her own medicine.
Obstacles (Madeline, mentioned The Prince/MC) [ROE x-over] -  Madeline reflects on her desire to be Queen and the woman standing in her way.
Patriotic Duty (Olivia) -  Olivia makes a vow to clear her family’s name. [Choices Creates #25]
*Something in Common (MC, Maxwell)-  After learning the story behind Maxwell’s tattoo, Eleanor shares the story behind hers.

Rules of Engagement
Leo/MC
Birthday Gifts Maya gives her husband a very special birthday gift.
Finding Common Ground -  Leo and Maya argue about their future.
Love, Fate and Guilt [TRR x-over]-  Leo waits for news of his brother’s coronation and he and Maya discuss what might have been.
*Bad Behavior [NSFW] -  Leo and Maya slip away from a royal function for some private time.

Multi-Pairing
The Bitter End (MC/Prince, MC/Businessman)-  Before Maya can accept one proposal, she has to turn another one down.
The Heart Knows (MC/Prince, MC/Businessman, MC/Bartender) -  While trying to decide which proposal to accept, you are torn between logic and a connection that you can’t explain. (ChoicesCreates #17)

Endless Summer
Jake/MC
*A Thousand LifetimesThe Endless remembers a loving moment from one of her many lifetimes.
Finding Normal -  Stephanie gets a wonderful surprise at her college graduation.
His Princess -  The evolution of a nickname. 
Late Night Confessions-  Stephanie overhears a conversation between Diego and Jake.
Midnight Ramblings -  Stephanie and Diego have a late night conversation about a certain pilot.
Reunion -  Three years after returning from La Huerta, Stephanie learns that Jake is back in the States and goes to confront him.
Would Have Been -  Stephanie deals with an unexpected loss. [Warning- Pregnancy Loss]
The Wrong Choice -  While deciding where to sleep, Stephanie ponders her attraction to Jake and the fact that even if he is the wrong choice, he’s the one she wants.
Cycles [NSFW] -  Since returning from La Huerta, Jake and Stephanie have fallen into a vicious cycle, unable to stay away from each other, but unable to make a life together either.
Unilateral Decision Part One -  As their return to real life looms, Stephanie makes the decision to keep an important secret from Jake and it weighs heavily on her over the course of the next several months.

Other
Back to You (Craig/Zahra) -  Craig and Zahra talk after their kiss.
Safe (Estela/MC)-  MC tries to decide who to sleep next to during the trek up to the Observatory and decides on the person who makes her feel safest: Estela.
Together (Estela/MC)-  Estela and MC plan their future, together.
The PIggbyback Ride (Sean/Male MC) -  Tristan sprains his ankle and Sean has a simple solution to their problem.
Something (Sean/MC)-  Stephanie ponders who to sleep next to and knows that if she chooses Sean it will be start something more, something that scares more than any fling with a bad boy ever could.
A Lifetime With You (Quinn/Male MC) -  After saving Quinn’s life, Tristan lets her know how much she means to him.
Comfort (Grace/Aleister) -  Grace seeks comfort from Aleister as they wait for the pending battle.

The Freshman/Sophomore
Chris/MC
A Little Help From Her Friends -  Savannah prepares to go on her first “first date” in 30 years and calls her best friend for advice.
Bad News Chris receives news about his father.
The Best DaySavannah has news for her husband.
Every Story Has Two Sides -  While visiting Chris for Christmas, Savannah meets his ex.
The Freshman: Thirty Years Later -  Savannah and her daughter have a conversation the night before the latter’s first day of college.
First Steps [Endless Summer X-Over] -  Savannah receives an invitation to her sister’s wedding.
Full CircleThe gang plays one last game of “truth or truth”.
The Great Pumpkin Invasion - The roommates prepare for a Halloween party.
I Choose You -  Chris has a moment of insecurity.
I’ll Take Care of You -  Savannah sprains her ankle and receives some TLC from her boyfriend.
It’s the Thought That Counts -  Chris tries to make Savannah breakfast in bed.
Shared SpaceSavannah gets frustrated by how much of her stuff is in Chris’s room, leading to the two of them having a serious discussion about their living arrangement.  
The Next Step [NSFW] -  Chris and Savannah discuss having a family.

High School Story
Michael/MC
Everything Happens For A Reason Cassie gets set up on a blind date with the last person she expected.
TogetherMichael buys Cassie a special present and they define their relationship.
Winter FunMichael takes Cassie skating.

Other
Just Friends (Unrequited Caleb/MC) -  Caleb asks Cassie to the movies and gets a disappointing answer.

Hero
Grayson/MC
*DistractionLexi tries to work on an important proposal, but her husband has other ideas.
Interrupted  -  Grayson is tired of being interrupted every time he tries to get closer to Lexi.
*To Be With YouAn impulsive kiss turns into a lot more for Grayson and Lexi.

Other
The Great Costume Debate (Kenji/MC) -  Kenji and Lexi argue over Halloween costumes.

Character Name Guide:
The Royal Romance: Eleanor Sloane (Liam), Amelia Grant (Drake)
Rules of Engagement: Maya (MC), Matthew, Mikayla (party twin), Melissa (nerdy twin), Aunt Natalie, Marcia (cousin)
The Freshmen: Savannah Clarke (short-haired blonde)
Endless Summer: Stephanie (blonde female MC), Tristan (caucasian male)
High School Story: Cassandra “Cassie” Martin

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It’ll Be Okay

Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia

Word count: 1838

Characters: Peter x reader, Susan

Warnings: pregnancy, vomiting, Peter getting nervous

Summary: Requested by @penfullofwordsaheadfullofstories. Peter doesn’t know how to react when he finds out about your pregnancy.

You let your pen drop to your desk triumphantly, just to the side of the letter you’d been writing. Your signature was still shining on the page. You had spent far too long working on that- you weren’t the skilled writer that Susan or Edmund were. Still, it was done now. You could send it later.

It felt good to get to your feet and stretch. Deep orange sunlight tumbled through the window and over your writing desk. You had worked right through the afternoon without realising it.

As if to punctuate the realisation, your stomach gave a disgruntled mutter. You rubbed it absent-mindedly. Dinner wouldn’t be served until Peter and Lucy returned from their ride, and that wouldn’t be for a few hours yet. Perhaps, if you went down to the kitchens, they would have something there that you could eat to keep yourself going.

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The Robin and the Queen

Prompt: Part 4, the final part, of Damian’s Soulmark series, because Damian is the definition of prince charming.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3


    You’re quite sure that your castle is the first in the world to have both a zeta tube and a bat-cave installed in it. The league converts an unused basement chamber into Damian’s new lair. It takes the words “man cave” to a whole new meaning, but you can’t really bring yourself to voice any concern about it. They’ll keep it a secret, and you have entirely too much to do in the meantime.

    You find the most days you and Damian stumble into bed at the same time. There’s a lot of paperwork involved with being queen, and you hadn’t even had your coronation yet. There’s a lot of people demanding your attention, and Damian was the worst. You found your husband was more than a little needy, and you quickly found ways to fill his days, since his nights were covered.

    The first thing you did was assign him as head of security. The guards were more than a little shocked, until one particular idiot challenged him and got thrown through a door. No one questioned the move after that. You find it funny how serious he takes his job. By the end of your first month in the castle the entire thing is wired with a modern security system, and many of the guards have been fired and replaced. He runs a tight ship, and you find many people are loathe to approach you in his presence. They call him the pitbull behind his back. It makes you giggle, because it fits; he’s incredibly loving to those he considers his, but fiercely protective and more than willing to protect his own.

    The night before your coronation he doesn’t go out on patrol. Instead he stays home, in your room with you. His voice is seemingly nonchalant, but you know there’s nervousness there, “Are you nervous about tomorrow?”

    You shake your head, “This is what I was born to do.” You turn to face him, “Plus I have you by my side.”

    He smiles, “You’ll make a wonderful queen.”

Your smile turns mischievous, “If anything, I’m worried about the baby.”  

He jack knifes in the bed, “BABY? You’re?”

You shake your head, “No, although I did get questions about it.”

He sinks back into the covers, “We’ve been married a month. We’ve known each other for three. Kids can wait for a while.”

You nod, “For a long while.”

Damian watches from the side as you’re crowned queen. His ear piece is silent for the first time that day, as the security channels are on radio silence. But as he watches that crown come down on your head, he’s certain of several things; one is that he loves you, two is that he’ll protect you, and three is that you will be the best queen the world has ever seen. And he will stay by you for the rest of his life.

Reign VIII (Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Word Count: 1971

Summary:Royal AU: the reader is a princess next in line to take the throne. Bucky is a knight that has been put in charge of taking care of and protecting the reader.

Warnings: angst

A/N: Can you believe that this is the eighth part of this series? you’ve been through it all, pals. get ready for the drama. I’m nervous i’m nervous!

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What If? (Prince x MC)

Here’s my entry for Choices Creates 21!  I don’t really know where this story came from, but once it got into my head, I couldn’t let it go.

Summary: Liam and Drake reflect on the question that keeps them up at night.

Word Count: 857

Rating: T?

               Sitting in the shade of the grove’s largest apple tree, Liam smiled and watched his four-year-old daughter Lillian.  She ran from one tree to another, waving her arms and shouting something that he couldn’t quite make out.  Her endless imagination was one of the things he loved best about her, and he was happy that it seemed to come to life here at Applewood.  The place that had always been a refuge for him had become a refuge for her as well, and he indulged her by escaping here whenever they could.    

               But lately, a question had been nagging at him, interrupting his sleep and distracting him from ruling.  He’d run to Applewood to try and escape it, but the question had followed him here too, preventing him from having the relaxation he so craved.

               What if?

What if parliament refused to pass legislation allowing her to be queen?  He couldn’t imagine that it would be fair for the government to refuse her the right to rule because she was a girl.  Yes, it was still technically against the law for her to be Queen Regnant, but he had confidence that would change in a few years.  And, knowing his daughter’s strong sense of right and wrong, he could only imagine how being passed over because of her gender would upset her. But if she was allowed to be queen…

               What if she didn’t want to be?  Ruling was difficult, even more so than he had ever expected.  The demands on his time, his attention, and family… they had all been greater than he’d thought they would be.  He didn’t want to force a life on her that she was not ready for or willing to do.  If she didn’t want to be queen, he would give her his blessing to live the life she wanted, even if he knew it would plunge the country into chaos.  She was the light of his life, and worth everything, and when he saw her, he could never help but wonder…

               What if Riley had survived the accident?  He’d asked himself that question every day and night since the car crash in Rome, and every day, he had a different answer.  He imagined they would have two or three more children by now, and the palace would never be quiet.  He would serenade her under the window when they fought and she locked him out of the bedroom, and they would collapse into one another with hungry kisses afterward. She would be sitting there beside him, her hand on his as they watched their daughter play. And, if she hadn’t died, he wouldn’t have lost both his wife and his best friend.

               Liam looked towards caretaker’s cottage at the far end of the field.  A thin, trail of smoke wafted up from the chimney and inside, he could see a shadow moving around.  He felt a quiet surge of anger, but turned back to his daughter and smiled instead. Drake had abandoned him when he’d needed him most, running off to be Applewood’s caretaker.  He’d begged his friend to stay, to be the same supportive friend he’d always been, but Drake had refused.  Riley’s death had affected him more than he was willing to admit, and so Drake had done what he always did when things became difficult… he’d run away, and Liam, widow, king, and father to an infant, had not been able to chase after him.  


               In the cottage, Drake refused to look out the window towards the yard.  He poured himself a glass of whiskey, his fifth that day, and wondered how long Liam would insist on staying this time.  He hated it when they visited, but he wasn’t about to let them know how much. So, he did as he had for the last three years, keeping his distance and trying to stay busy so that the terrible question that followed him every waking moment would not swallow him whole.

               What if?

               What if they’d never gone to New York?  If Liam had chosen Las Vegas, as Maxwell had suggested, everything would be different. They never would have met Riley and she would still be alive, probably dancing professionally as she’d always dreamed of. But they had, and she’d come into their lives in the most unexpected, strange way imaginable.  And even now, Drake still wondered…

               What if Riley had chosen me?  He’d finally told her how he felt about her the night before the coronation, even though he’d known it was a mistake.  But he’d been drinking to escape the thought of her in Liam’s arms and the only thing he thought would make the thoughts go away was to say them out loud.  He’d expected her to slap him or run and tell Liam… he hadn’t expected her to throw her arms around him and kiss him with the same fiery passion that he’d felt for her.  And, as always, when he thought of their one night together and the hours they had spent in her bed, one question haunted him…

               What if Liam knew the daughter he cherished so much is actually mine?

Black

Originally posted by lycheepeaches

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, wanting to die, and coffins.

  • Lee Taemin was a prince in the late 1600s.
  • His parents ruled their small country and were generally well-liked by most of their people. Obviously, you can’t please everyone, but they came pretty damn close.
  • And Taemin was a favorite of the people, as well. He was gorgeous, he was quiet and polite (in public), he never caused any real trouble, he respected his family and loved them, he loved the town; he was the perfect heir to the throne.
  • Except, Taemin wasn’t exactly keen on taking the throne. He was worried about having the lives of so many people in his hands. He didn’t mind responsibilities that he took on as prince but taking over the whole kingdom? He couldn’t do it.
  • Now, Taemin’s parents were getting on in years. Taemin was their youngest child (out of many) and his sisters had all gone off and gotten married to princes from other kingdoms and his two brothers had both gone off to fight for their small kingdom and never returned.

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Lost Lothlorien Princess - Part 22 (End) - Home

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Warnings: reunions; etc

Pairings: LOTR X Redaer ; Legolas X Reader 

(A/N) Alright lovies this is the end of this series. i hope you enjoyed it :D 

Parts: 

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My eyes light up as I gently set my son down and run over to my friend and wrap my arms around him. “Merry, my old friend I missed you beyond belief how many years has it been here?” 

“Too many, I can’t believe my eyes, Pippin get out here!” I watch as the door to his hobbit hole opens and out comes Pippin his once strawberry blonde hair now dusted with grey. When he sees me his eyes light up and he runs over and wraps his arms around me. “I missed you!” he says and tears fill my eyes as I say, “I have missed you too.”

“Oh Merry, Pippin; these are my sons Haldir and Boromir; and this is my friend Peggy.” As I say Boromir’s name their faces fill with a faraway look as they stare at him. 

“You named him after-” 

“Yes, I did.” 

“Well come inside we have much to talk about.” Merry says and I smile as I take Haldir’s hand and we all walk inside their Hobbit hole. I smile as Peggy makes a annoyed look every time she hits her head on the rafters.

We sit there reminiscing for hours before I say, “Have you two heard anything about Aragorn or even Legolas?” Merry and Pippin glance at each other before Merry turns back to me and says, “Aragorn and Arwen had a son his name is Eldarion. Legolas, I’m afraid returned to Mirkwood where he’s become a bit of a hermit.” My heart clenches as I say, “Was it because of me?” 

“No one knows, he was just a different person after your departure.” 

“And my mother and father, did they already leave for the undying lands?” Merry nods and my heart clenches tighter as tears start to fill my eyes.

“I wish I could have at least said goodbye; but I guess they knew that.” I am suddenly pulled out of my sadness when Boromir says, “Don’t worry Nana, grandma isn’t really gone. She’s a piece of you; so she’ll always be with you.” I smile through my tears as I say, “When did you get so wise?” He gives me a bright smile and I sigh as I say, “Well I guess it’s time I head home.” 

Merry jumps to his feet as he says, “Let us go with you. We’ve been dying to go on another adventure.” I smile as I say, “Of course you can. I could use the help keeping an eye on the boys.” They both smile as they say in unison, “Then let’s go!” I laugh as I watch them quickly stare gathering supplies.

“Are you sure them coming with us, is a good idea?” Peggy asks and I smile as I say, “They’re stronger and wiser than they look. They’ll do just fine.”

 “Oh _____, I hope you don’t mind but after you left I asked Legolas if I could keep your bow and he agreed.” He pulls it out of a hope chest and handing it to me says, “I think it’s time I return it to you.” I smile as I take it from him and gently run my finger across the soft untarnished wood. “I’m afraid he kept your swords.” I smile as I say, “Of course he did.”

“Dude Nana has swords!” I hear Boromir yell out impressed and I smile as I say, “That’s not all I had.” Both He and Haldir tilt their heads in confusion and I smile as I say, “You’ll see soon enough.” We wait patiently as the hobbits finish packing and then follow them back outside where there were two ponies grazing peacefully in the backyard. I watch as they start to grab their saddles only to quickly jump in and finish saddling the ponies for them.

We quickly make our way out of the Shire. Peggy and I walk as the boys ride double with Merry and Pippin. The trip this time seemed to take a lot less time traveling than before. Boromir and Haldir loved talking to the Hobbits about their father and my past there; and Merry and Pippin were all too happy with sharing.  We decided that it would be a better idea to head to Minas Tirith than to brave Mirkwood without and Elven guide.

After what seemed like weeks we look forward to see the famed white city shining like a beacon against the now green fields. I stare at it and smile as I remember Aragorn’s coronation and the last night I had spent with Legolas. When we reach the gates I chuckle as the guards stare at our clothing with raised eyebrows. I look over at Peggy who was rolling her eyes as she said, “You think they’d never seen a woman in pants before.” I smile as I whisper over to her, “That’s because they haven’t.” She blushes as she says, “Well there’s a first time for everything.”

I smile brightly as we quickly make our way through the city and up to the great hall where upon opening the door see Aragorn and Arwen sitting on their thrones looking lovingly at each other as they talk back and forth. I smile brightly as I momentarily forget that he is now king and call out, “Gwador!” His blue eyes turn toward me and a bright smile fills his face as he stands up and calls out, “Mae Govannen Nethig,” I quickly run over to both him and Arwen and wrap my arms around them holding them tight.

“I missed you both so much!” I say as I grip tighter. Arwen giggles as she pulls away and looking past me says, “Are these my cousins?” I pull away from Aragorn and say, “They are. Boys, this is King Aragorn and Queen Arwen they are you cousins.” Arwen kneels down to Haldir and giving him a smile says, “What might your name be?” Haldir gulps down a breath of air as he says, “Haldir,” Aragorn’s head jerks to me his eyes filled with questioning and I smile as I  give him a slight nod. Aragorn kneels down to my other son and asks, “And you are?”

“My name is Boromir,” 

Aragorn smiles as he says, “You both are named after great warriors.” 

“We know, Nana tells us all the time.” Haldir says and Aragorn’s smile grows as he says, “As she should.”

He stands back up and looking past me sees Peggy and say, “I do not believe I know your friend.” I smile as I take her hand and pulling her forward say, “This is my friend Peggy. She took me in when no one else would. I owe my sons lives to her.” 

“Then I owe her my thanks. Thank you Peggy for taking such good care of my family.” Peggy feels her face flush as she says, “No problem.” I smile as I turn back to Aragorn and say, “I hear you have a son.” Arwen smiles brightly as she turns to a guard and says, “Tell Prince Eldarion that I wish to see him.”

The guard quickly nods and then hurries off from the great hall. “Oh look who else we brought with us.” I say as I turn and reveal Merry and Pippin standing a few feet away. “Dear friends, You all are most welcome.” 

I watch at they all reminisce while Arwen talks to Boromir and Haldir. “You okay,” I hear Peggy say and I smile as I say, “Yeah just happy to be home you know?” She nods as she wraps her arm around my shoulders and gives me a slight hug.

A few moments later a young man probably in his early twenties comes in through the Great Hall doors and I instantly know him as he looks like the spitting image of his father. His shaggy deep brown hair falling in waves to his shoulders as his icy blue eyes look around the room. “Oh my,” I hear Peggy say and I turn to see her staring at him, her eyes filled with wonder. 

“Eldarion, come meet our friends.” Arwen says as she holds a hand out to her son who lovingly takes it and stands next to her. “Eldarion, this is your great aunt _____, your cousins Boromir and Haldir, and ______’s friend Peggy.” He nods politely to us until his eyes meet Peggy.

I watch as he stares at her like she is the most beautiful thing in the world. “It is an honor to meet you all.” I smile as I look over to see Peggy smiling her cheeks flushed red. “The honor is all ours.” I say as I place my hands on Haldir’s shoulders. “Aragorn may I speak to you for a moment?” I ask him and he nods.

 Arwen smiles as she says, “I will take you young ones and Merry and Pippin down to get some food.” 

“Thank you Arwen,” 

“And if she will allow me, Milady Peggy,” Eldarion starts and I glance over to see Peggy gulp down a breath of air  as he continues, “Would you like a tour of our fair city?” 

“Of course I would.” She says and without so much as I glance to me she takes his hand and lets him lead her out of the hall.

When the two of us are along I turn to him and say, “Have you heard from Legolas?” His smile fades as he says, “I have not. The last I heard from him was when he announced he would be remaining in Mirkwood.” 

I sigh as I say, “I know this is asking a bit much but is there any way possible you can send a messenger to Mirkwood and have them tell Legolas that you wish to speak with him about something most urgent? I want my arrival and that of our sons to be a surprise for him.” Aragorn nods as he says, “I owe you my life Nethig, anything you ask for shall be yours.”

I smile and warp my arms around him as I say, “Thank you, oh and is there any way possible I can get new clothes for the boys, Peggy, and myself?” He chuckles as he says, “Of course, I’ll have them sent to your rooms; which I will show you to now.” I laugh as I take his arm and let him lead me to the rooms Peggy, the boys, and I would be using. That night Aragorn, sent a messenger to Mirkwood and now all that was left to do was wait.

As the days passed by I watched lovingly as the boys grew to love Middle Earth just as I had. One day in particular, Boromir had conned Aragorn into teaching them the art of Sword wielding; and as I sat in the grass watching I couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like if I would never have left in the first place. The boys would have had a father from the very beginning and Legolas wouldn’t have become a hermit. I let out a brief sigh before I hear Haldir say, “Hey Uncle Aragorn I bet nana could take you!”

I raise an eyebrow as I turn to my younger son and before I am able to answer I hear Boromir say, “Don’t be stupid Haldir, she’s a girl!” 

“Shut up Boromir!” 

“Come now boys stop that, I happen to know that there are many women that are stronger and braver than many men; your mother being one of them.” Aragorn says as he leans on the hilt of his sword. 

“Yeah right?” I hear Boromir say and I raise an eyebrow and standing say, “Shall we prove it Aragorn?” He smirks as he says, “But of course Nethig.”

I walk over to my son and say, “Go sit by your brother and pay attention.” Boromir rolls his eyes before he walks over to Haldir and stands next to him mimicking Aragorn’s stance. I walk over to the sword rack and bite my lip as I search for the perfect blade. “Aha!” I say when I see an elven sword sticking out like a beacon. Pulling it out I twirl it in my hand before turning to Aragorn and saying, “Don’t go easy on me.”

He smiles as he says, “I promise,” I give a brief nod before I lunge toward him sword gleaming in the sunlight. He quickly parries and knocking my sword away uses his to swat me on my butt.

I glare at him and he smiles as he twirls his sword in the air. “Oh, it’s on!” I say as I fake a lunge only to quickly with a flick of my wrist knock his sword from his hand. I smile at him as I say, “Having fun?” He smiles as he says, “Always,” we continue to train together for so long that we don’t realize the growing crowd that had grown around us. I look over to see Aragorn getting tired and I smile as I say, “What’s the matter old man, finally feeling your age?” He raises an eyebrow as he says, “Says the girl who’s older than everyone here.”

“If you want to be technical then yes I am; but I’m young in spirit!” I say as I once again disarm him and smiling over at him hear him say, “I yield, but only because I am tired.” I smile as I look over at my boys and give them a bright smile. Haldir returns my smile as he runs over to me, while Boromir stands still, his eyes and moth gaping open at me in shock. “I knew you were awesome Nana!” I hear Haldir say and I smile as I gently set the swords back in their rightful spots and then lean down and lift my son into my arms.

I am joined by Aragorn as we both walk over to a still gaping Boromir. “Hunny close your mouth.” I say when we reach him. He closes his mouth before he shakes his head and says, “Nana that was awesome!” I smile as I ruffle his chocolate locks. Then once again we waited for what seemed like weeks before a messenger came saying Legolas along with King Thranduil would be arriving in Minas Tirith by sundown. My heart starts to race as I pace back and forth in my room.

“I bet it’ll be fine _____,” I hear Peggy say and I gulp down a breath of air as I say, “You have no idea what the royal men of Mirkwood are like. Legolas, I can handle; But Thranduil? He’s a totally different story.” Peggy walks over and grabs my shoulders as she says, “Calm down, I’m sure he just wants to meet his grandchildren.” I sigh as I say, “You’d be right, if they knew we were here.”

“He doesn’t know?” 

“No, i wanted it to be a surprise.” 

“Okay then it will be; now let’s get you all prettied up for your husband.” I smile as I turn and walk over to the wardrobe. It was now full of dresses that Arwen had insisted I have. I look through them until I find an emerald green one, smiling I gently feel the silky fabric as I pull it out of the wardrobe. After a quick bath I quickly put my dress on and let one of the many maids Arwen had decided to assign to me brush and braid my hair. 

When it’s all said and done I look in the mirror and smile as I once again see the maiden that he had fallen in love with all those years ago. I quickly help Peggy get dressed and smile as after a few minutes Eldarion shows up calling on her. I smile as I let her follow after him a bright smile on her face. I turn back and walking over to the window wait patiently for Legolas to arrive.

Hours later I hear a familiar howl and my heart leaps in my throat. I basically run down the stairs to the courtyard where I see the gates open to see Legolas astride Fili come trotting through the opening followed by a group of Elves on horseback. I make my way toward him my heart in my throat as I try to get his attention. “Legolas!” I call out and he jerks his head toward my voice and without so much as another word he jumps down from Fili’s back and runs over to me. Upon reaching me he pulls me into his arms and kisses me passionately, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist.

As we kiss I start to feel light headed and I pull away from him and take a deep breath of air. “Cormamin lindua ele lle, Melamin.” (My heart sings to see thee.) He says and tears fill my eyes as I say, “I was so lost, I almost gave up all hope of ever returning to you.” He gives me a reassuring smile as he gently lets his fingers graze my cheek. “I missed you as well.” 

“Legolas,” I hear a male voice say and I turn to see a tall intimidating blonde elf astride a grey stallion peering down at us.

“______, I’d like you to meet Thranduil King of the woodland realm, my father.” Legolas says and my heart stops. It was very clear to see where Legolas had gotten his good looks from. He was one of the handsomest men I had ever seen. 

“Mae Govannen Thranduil heru en amin,” I say as I give a slight bow to him. 

“Mae Govannen _____, It is well to finally meet my daughter in law.” I smile as I say, “It’s an honor to meet you as well my king.” He smiles softly at me and I turn to Legolas as he says, “It has been to long,” I nod as I say, “Do you want to meet your sons?”

His eyes widen as he says, “Son’s?” I smile softly as I say “Yes, you have two sons, twins in fact. Their names are Boromir and Haldir.” 

“Can I see them?” I smile brightly as I say, “OF course you can.” I turn to Thranduil and say, “Would you like to meet your grandchildren my lord?” Thranduil’s navy eyes widen as he turns from me to his son in shock. He doesn’t speak but instead gives me a quick nod.

I hear a bark and I turn to see Fili standing a few feet away from me his icy eyes staring at me in admiration. “Fili!” I cry out as I run over and wrap my arms around him fighting the tears that once again threatened to fill my eyes. “Do you want to meet the boys as well?” I ask and as he gives me a quick bark I nod and start to lead them up the stairs where Peggy was waiting patiently with the boys. As we near her I turn to the boys and say, “Boromir, Haldir, this is your father Legolas; and your grandfather Thranduil.”

Legolas and Thranduil both stand frozen in fear as they stare at the boys. Haldir is the first to move as he walks over to Thranduil and says, “So you’re my grandfather?”

 “I am,” 

“Will I grown to be as tall as you?” I bite my lip and then looking up from my son to his grandfather feel a smile cross my lips as I see one plastered on Thranduil’s lips. “I have faith that you will my young one.” Haldir smiles as he runs over to his grandfather and holds his arms open to him wanting him to pick him up which to my surprise Thranduil does.

I watch with worried eyes as Legolas and Boromir stare each other down. “So you’re my father?” Boromir says placing his hands on his hips.

 “I am,” Legolas says his eyes still focused on his son. 

Boromir stares at him for a moment not sure what to do, before I see tears fill his eyes and him run into his father’s waiting arms. Tears fill my eyes as I watch Legolas and Boromir cling to each other. I hear Fili bark in happiness and the boys jerk their little heads toward him and say in unison, “WHAT IS THAT?!”

I smile as I say, “Boys, this is Fili. He’s my best friend.” 

Boromir turns to Haldir and smiles as he says, “How cool is this we get a dad, a grandpa, and a dog all in the same night?”

“This is awesome!” Haldir replies as he wraps his arms around Thranduil’s neck. I smile as I lean against Fili’s side admiring the view of unconditional love between fathers and sons. Fili nuzzles my arm and I smile as I say, “I’m so happy to be home.”

THE END

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Long Time: Part 1/?

Prompt: “It’s been a while.” With Loki


“All father! Loki has been spotted!” A guard ran into the feast currently being held for the royal family and their advisors and their family. Everyone stopped in complete shock at the news, well everyone but Odin and Thor.

“What!?!?” The pair stood up roaring the one word together. Odin seemed mad, Thor seemed worried, (y/n), (y/n) was relived. Loki was alive, her Loki. He was alive and well! (Y/n) fidgeted with the emerald ring on her hand as the guard stammered out his next sentence.

“Loki, we have finally spotted him my king!” The guard’s voice held less conviction and a murmur began to spread about the room.

“Father, let me go. I can bring my brother back!” Thor stood up, slamming his hand on the table. (Y/n) looked at him wide eyed. How could even think Loki would want to see him!

“No! Send me Odin, you know Loki will have the best response if I am present!” (Y/n) stood up looking at the All-father. Thor paused for only a moment, looking at me before turning back to his father.

“Father please-” Thor did his best to try and convince his father, but he had no silver tongue like Loki’s.

“Silence! Both of you come with me!” Odin stood walking out a back door. Thor scrambled over his chair to follow, while (y/n) seemed to glide. She waved her hand over her outfit enjoying the gasps she received as it changed from her gown to her battle armor, which was made of dark purples and silvers.

The group scurried quickly to where the gatekeeper was keeping as best of watch as he could. His eyes flickered between each of their faces, pausing at (y/n)’d, before settling on Odin’s.

“He was spotted on Midgard sir.” The gatekeeper stood tall and proud, his facial expressions never changing as he told his tale.

“Earth! That is my realm to protect, send me Father!” Thor was at his father’s ear in seconds, beating his hammer against his chest as if he were trying to prove something.

“Enough Thor, change into your battle armor. I want you both gone together in an hour. I will need your help with magic lady (y/n).” Odin silenced Thor with one quick hand movement before turning in his heels sharply. (Y/n) followed him, upset that Thor was coming, but she knew he would always get his way.

———–

“Thor, we need a plan” (Y/n) stood in front of the man, stopping him from just running after his brother at the very moment.

“I have a plan lady (y/n)!” Thor whined doing his best to side step you.

“No, you have a feeling. We let the midgardians get him and then we steal him from them” (Y/n) pushed her hands against the large man’s chest, shoving him slightly in order to make him see her way. Thor grumbled nodding. He wrapped his arm around (y/n) and flew them to a small rock out cropping in the woods.

“Now, we wait”

—————

“I thought you dead” (Y/n) hid behind the rock waiting. Thor had wanted to try and prove that he still had a connection with his brother, if only to himself.

“Did you mourn?” (Y/n)’s heart broke at the sound Loki’s voice. It had been years since she had gotten to touch him, and her hands were itching at the chance.

“We all did. Our father…” (Y/n) felt the tears brimming in her eyes. She had just come out of mourning, but even then she still wore her fiancé’s colors.

“Your father. He did tell you my true parentage, did he not?” Thunder rolled at this covering up the gasp that had escaped her mouth. She had refused to believe Odin when he shared Loki’s secret with her and Thor, but there was no denying it now.

“Who showed you this power? Who controls the would-be-king?” There fight raged on and (y/n) knew it would soon be over. She clung to the rock working up her courage to face Loki.

“I am a king!” Loki’s yell sent shivers done (y/n)’s spine as she transformed her outfit into her regal gown that was meant for the night after Thor’s coronation.

“You give up this poisonous dream! You come home.” (Y/n) paused closing her eyes and praying. This was all she wanted, she wanted it home.

“I don’t have it. You need the cube to bring me back, but I sent it off I know not where” Her heart broke in a thousand pieces. They needed the cube, she need him.

“You listen well brother, I…” (Y/n) crouched seeing the man flying and watching Thor going. It was her time now.

“I’m listening” Loki was facing out, his face a smirk as he made the last comment. He quickly whipped around however when he heard the crunch of (y/n)‘a foot on the ground. Loki was ready for another fight, but he wasn’t expecting the angel in front of him.

“Loki” (Y/n) did her best to hold her composure, standing tall, and not taking another step towards the man she loved.

“(Y/n)” Loki’s voice turned soft and smooth in seconds as he wrapped his arms around (y/n)‘a waist, pulling her to him.

“No Loki, don’t do this to me. Don’t charm me like the snake they think you are” (y/n) looked up and away, now that he was so close she just wanted to touch him, all of him. She craved his lips on her neck and no sooner had she thought it was he there. He kissed his way slowly, starting at her collar and moving up, slowly. Biting, nipping, sucking, his way up to her jaw and hovering just above her lips.

“It’s been a while (y/n)” Loki captured (y/n)’s eyes with his, wrapping his long fingers around her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“Yes it has and it will be even longer unless you tell us where the cube is” (Y/n) untangled herself from Loki’s arms, turning away. She clasped her shaking hands together, feeling his kisses burn on her neck.

“What, so you can bring me home! I have no home!” Loki stood yelling at his beloved. This was not how he had wanted their reunion to go. He had planned on ruling the earth first, then coming to claim his love.

“Am I not enough then? Is the ring I’ve kept on my finger not enough anymore!” (Y/n) turned around in rage, her elaborate gown changing back into her battle armor as she shoved her hand at Loki’s chest.

“You, you kept it?” Loki reached out to caress (y/n)’s hand as he stared at the ring. He had been sure she would have discarded it the minute she heard of his treason.

“It has yet to leave my hand” (Y/n)’s voice softened as she watched Loki. Something was horribly wrong with him. He was worn, worse than she had ever seen, but his eyes. His eyes were a vibrant blue.

“Loki your eyes” (Y/n) gasped, pulling her hand back as she stared up at them. This was not her Loki, this could not be her Loki.

“What about them?” Loki wrapped his arms back around (y/n), pulling her back to him. He needed to distract him, and quick.

“They aren’t your normal color!” Loki chuckled, smirking down at (y/n). He had missed her so much, but now wasn’t the right time to fully indulge in that idea.

“I can change every part of me yet you are worried when my eyes change” Loki’s lips went back to (y/n)’s neck, kissing down.

“You never changed your eyes” (Y/n) mumbled feeling her body given over to Loki’s silver tongue.

“You worry too much darling, now please. It’s been far to long” Loki stopped, pulling (y/n) impossibly closer as his lips hovered inches away from hers.

“That it has” (Y/n) whispered, closing the gap between them. Their lips met in a furry of promises long forgotten and those of yet to come. Loki began to push (y/n) back, pinning her against the rock. She moaned and Loki took the opportunity to slip his tongue. God how sh had missed his silver tongue.

“Uhm, if your done fraternizing with the enemy we would like to take him into custody” Loki whipped around, seeing the man in a uniform of Stars and Stripes. He growled ready to fight, but one look from (y/n) told him that if he fought, he’d be on his own. (Y/n) pushed Loki at the man, hating the betrayal in his eyes.

“We need the cube Loki. You know this” (Y/n) mumbled as a slightly beaten up Thor stood behind her.

“I see” Loki spit hating the sight of his brother behind (y/n). He hated the thoughts that roared in his head. He hated himself.


Part 2

She’s Here - Drake x MC (PG)

A little exploration of Drake’s experience during the Coronation and the weeks that followed. Probably not my best work, but I needed to get this out. 

The Chateau Eau Claire was well known amongst royalty and the most elite echelons of society as a peaceful country estate. On this night, the stars shine in the inky night sky and the only sound is the chirping of crickets and the occasional soft hoot of barn owls. 

The pristine peace is suddenly broken by the hard slam of a heavy wooden door. A tall, broad figure charges from the front entrance at a clipped pace. He crumples a piece of paper in an angry fist and throws it aside harshly.

Drake huffs angrily as he reaches his rental car. Another dead end. Another false lead. Where the hell are you, Tariq? he fumes.

Wrenching open the driver’s side door, Drake tosses his phone into the passenger seat and grips the steering wheel tightly, staring out into the night. It’s been weeks and weeks of this. Every single lead he’d found on Tariq has come up empty. Every time he thinks he has a chance of finding the man who can clear Louisa’s, it ends up falling apart. Drake rolls his shoulders restlessly before leaning forward and dropping his head against the steering wheel, his eyes sliding closed. He’s so tired of failing to find Tariq, of failing Louisa when she needs him. He feels almost as helpless as he did the night of the Coronation.  

The Coronation. The night everything had gone horribly, nightmarishly wrong for all of them.

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Three Days

 Book: The Royal Romance

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Drake X MC 

Words: ~2,400

Takes place after last chapter of TRR.  For those of you who love Liam, please don’t hate me for this!  I just envision Drake as being very passionate and protective over those he loves, to the point of giving up everything else for her…


It had been three days since he last saw her.  

Three days since the Royal Guards drug her from the palace and put her on a plane back to New York City.  

Three days since her world came crashing down around her and he was powerless to protect her.

Three days since her lips last touched his in a tender kiss that he would never forget.

Three days since he decided to leave the palace and vowed to never return.

For three days he drank himself into oblivion, trying to quell the seething anger that bubbled inside him and the despair he felt knowing he might never see her again. He felt he was slowly going insane, slipping deeper and deeper into the darkness that threatened to engulf him.  Bottle after bottle, he tried to forget…

Forget the way her soft lips felt against his.  Forget the way her smile made him feel giddy, almost as if he was drunk.  Forget how her body felt pressed against his, how his hands felt in her hair.  Forget the way she would moan his name as he kissed her again and again.  

However, the recurring image of her panicked face, her emerald eyes wide with fear, kept flooding back to him and it was more than he could bear.  He tried to grab her, but the Royal Guards would not let him through. He could see her reaching for him, but she was just out of his grasp.  She didn’t look for Liam as she was being taken from the court…she looked for Him.  She reached for Him. He tried to leave the palace that night to find her, but the guards would not allow anyone to leave. By the time he was able to depart the following morning, she was already hours away on a plane back to New York.  The Royal Family had done everything to ensure every trace of her was gone.  It was almost as if she never existed.  Even the servants were instructed not to utter her name.  

He had warned her about these people and how they are ruthless in their efforts to get what they want. He knew the Queen did not want a commoner from the U.S. marrying into the Royal Family and the smug look on her face as she forced Liam to choose Madeline was proof enought to Drake that she had orchestrated the whole thing.  But in the end, they all turned their backs on her. They all stood there and watched as she struggled and tried to explain.  They all failed her…Maxwell, Bertrand, Hana…himself.  Even Liam, the one person who was supposed to love her and had the authority to put aside custom stood by idly and let the guards drag her out like she was some sort of criminal. He couldn’t protect her.  He failed her…just like he failed Savannah.

Drake had tried to see Liam for the first two days following the scandal, but Liam would not see anyone.  Once the obligatory photos of he and his future wife, Madeline, were taken by the press, he had shut himself away in his room. Drake knew Liam was distraught with his hand being forced to choose Madeline, but he never dreamt that his best friend would shut him out too.  It was easy to forgive Liam for turning him away that same night, but each time he tried to see Liam in the days following, the angrier Drake became each time he was turned away.  

Each minute that passed, his anger turned into a blind rage that even the strongest whiskey could not drown.  As the fury took over his mind, his blood boiled and all rationale began to leave him. He wanted to make them all pay for how they hurt her, how they embarrassed her, and how they took her away from him.  With his temper threatening to overtake him, he knew he had to put distance between himself and the palace.  

On the night of the third day, he packed his suitcase with clothes and plenty of whiskey and headed to his father’s old hunting cabin a few miles away from the palace. He knew the cabin would bring him solitude and the comfort of familiar surroundings.

He had loved coming to his father’s cabin as a young boy and many summers were spent there with he and his father hunting and fishing in the lake outside the back of the cabin. The cabin was their refuge away from the nobles and their pretentious lifestyle…a place where they could be themselves without others watching their every move and silently judging them.  He had hoped that returning back to the cabin would help to ground him as it always had before.  

As he arrived at the cabin, the familiar sights, smells and sounds of his childhood flooded his senses… the smell of the pine trees that skirted the property, the crunch of the pine cones beneath his feet, the smell of the wood logs that made up the walls of the cabin, the sound of the rushing water in the creek that spilled into the lake.  He felt a sudden longing to be that small boy again, planning the day’s adventures with his dad without a care in the world. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he pushed open the door to the cabin.  

With the night air settling in, there was a cool breeze coming off the lake.  It filled the cabin and he shivered as the draft touched his skin, sending goosebumps down his arms.  He set his bag down next to the door and placed firewood he tookd from the log rack into the hearth.

Once the fire was burning in the fireplace, he sank into the couch with his favorite whiskey bottle in his hand.  He opened the bottle and took a big gulp from it, the brown liquor going down this throat like water.  As he took a second gulp and a third gulp, the white-hot anger began to leave his body and the dull ache began to set in.  He pictured her face, her emerald orbs gazing at him when she had declared she wanted him. He heard her voice, calling his name and laughing at his snarky remarks.  He felt her gentle hands on him, running across his the muscles in his abdomen and around the waistband of his jeans, making his stomach tighten at the thought of her touching him even lower.  He smelled her perfume, the scent of her hair as he buried his face in it.  If he closed his eyes, it was almost as if she were still there.  

He wondered what she was doing right now.  Was she back in her apartment? Was she out with her friends?  Was she thinking about him that very second? Did she miss him as much as he missed her?  Does she hurt too when she thinks of him?  Does she know how much I love her?

He took a deep breath and turned the whiskey bottle up once more.  Determined the make the ache subside, he drank from it until it gagged him. As he put the lid back on it, he laid down on the couch and let his mind succumb to the darkness.


On the fourth morning, Drake woke early as he usually did and headed out to the pier on the lake’s edge. As he stood on the pier, the sun began to peek over the horizon hesitantly at first, its rays stretching outward like small little fingers in the sky.  The sunrises here were always breathtaking and he remembered waking up early with his dad on their trips here just to watch it.  They would spend an hour on the pier taking in Mother Nature’s beauty in silence, shoulder to shoulder.  It was one of his fondest memories of he and his dad, not doing anything…just being…together. He ran his fingers through his hair and was oddly surprised that he did not have a hangover, considering the amount of whiskey he had drank the night before.  As the auburn rays of the sun beamed brighter and stretched like dozens of arms into the sky, he closed his eyes as the warmth seeped into his skin. His thoughts drifted again to Her and he knew he couldn’t continue like this anymore.  

“Can we talk?” a quiet voice came from behind him, surprising him as he almost jumped off the pier and into the water.  

“Christ, Liam” he startled, turning to look him.  His eyes squinted as Liam came into focus.  Drake was not surprised that he looked like hell.  The scruff on his face was full, indicating that he more than likely had not shaved since the night of the coronation.  His eyes were bloodshot and his clothes disheveled.  “So NOW, you want to talk?” Drake said flatly as he turned back towards the lake.

“Yes” Liam responded quietly.  “I’m sorry I turned you away.  I just needed time.”

“Time?” Drake hissed and he spun back to face Liam.  “Time for what, Liam?  

“I needed time to think through all of this!” Liam exclaimed, angrily.

“What is there to think about, Liam?” Drake asked sarcastically as he stepped closer to him. “You know that those pictures were garbage.  You know that Riley is not that kind of person.”

“You don’t think I know that?  I know she would never do anything with Tariq!” Liam argued back, his eyes narrowing in irritation.  “I loved her and I was ready to choose her!”

You loved her…” Drake laughed mockingly, glaring back at Liam.  “What do you really know about her, Liam?”

“I – “ Liam started, but fell silent.

“That’s what I thought.” Drake spat out sarcastically.  “Did you know she lost her mother three years ago? Do you know how close they were?  Did you know that her father left when she was only 4 years old and her mother raised her? Do you know that she originally wanted to be a marine biologist before her mother fell ill? Did you know she had to give up her dream after getting her degree?  Did you know that she moved her mother up to New York so that she could receive care in one of the best hospitals on the Northeast coast and she took a job waitressing to make ends meet while looking after her mother?  Did you know any of that?”

Liam shook his head as he lowered his gaze to his feet. “No, I didn’t know any of those things” he answered, sadly.  “The little time I got to spend with her during the social season didn’t allow me the opportunity to know her like that.”

Drake sighed as he looked at his best friend.  “Then what did you talk about the little time you spent with her?”

Liam looked up at him, his shoulders slumped. “We mainly talked about my family, the traditions and history of Cordonia, the noble families of the court…our conversations always centered around those things.  I just wanted to make her comfortable in my world.” he whispered.  “I never really asked about her life… but I did love her.”

“And you fed her to the wolves.”  Drake countered, his voice devoid of sympathy. “You didn’t really love her, Liam. You loved the idea of her… everything she represented.  You loved the freedom she has and how she follows her heart. You love how she is unapologetically herself and doesn’t care whether any nobles accept her or not.  You love how she lives life to its fullest each and every day.  You love her because she lives a life you want.”

“You of all people know that I am a servant to my crown!” Liam yelled in exasperation.

“Yes…and yet you are the person with the power here.  You are the one person that could protect her here in Cordonia.  You could have told the guards to stop and postponed the coronation at that point.  You could have investigated before making any decision as to who you would choose.  You could have done the right thing and the people would have understood because they LOVE you. They have always supported you and they always will.  They know you will be a great king.  Yet, you let them haul her off like she was a criminal. You let them humiliate her and get rid of her the first chance they got, like she was some piece of trash. You wouldn’t even fight for her.”  Drake’s fists clenched at his sides as his blood began to boil.  

“Drake – “ Liam contradicted, “I will not yield from my duties that the crown demands of me.  I can’t. Not after Leo abdicated.”  He sighed heavily as he crossed his arms against his chest.

Drake narrowed his eyes at Liam.  “Then you don’t deserve her.” He stalked angrily past Liam on the pier, heading towards the cabin.

“Drake!” Liam exclaimed, as he follows Drake to the cabin.

Drake kicked open the door to the cabin and grabbed his bag he had deposited by the front door the night before.  He picked up the keys to his car on a small wooden table next to the door and slammed the door behind him.  He walked over to the driver’s side of the car and opened the door, throwing his bag in the back seat.  

“Drake, please…let’s finish talking this through.” Liam pleaded with his best friend, the desperation in his voice.

“There is nothing else to say, Liam.  You will marry Madeline and I will have an even smaller role in your life from this moment forward” Drake said hollowly, meeting Liam’s eyes.  “I cannot live here anymore.  The one woman I have loved more than anything other than my family was hauled away from here three nights ago.”  

This was definitely not how he pictured telling his best friend that he had fallen for his girl, but after everything that has happened, it seemed pointless to hold it back any longer. He needed her.  He missed her.  He loved her. And he knew she loved him.  The thought of her not being in his life anymore was unimaginable and he knew there was only one thing to do.

Liam’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.  Taken aback by Drake’s declaration, and at a loss for words, he could only ask “Where will you go?”

“To find her.” Drake answered, matter of fact. “Because unlike the nobles in this country, I fight for who I love.”  He slid into the driver’s seat, started the car and pulled away…never looking back in his rear view mirror.

 To be continued…

Imagine Being Ben’s Girlfriend

Originally posted by karaa-danverss

- Being the child of your favorite fairy tale character

- Growing up with Ben and being best friends

- Supporting him and comforting him about his doubts on becoming king

- Though being initially unsure about the villain’s children coming to school 

- Sweet, subtly romantic dates

- Him telling you you’re beautiful 25/8

- Surprise flowers 

- Begging him to sing to you until he finally gives in

- Becoming close friends with Belle who loves you like a child

- Wearing his ring

- Getting your heart broken when Mal puts him under her love spell

- Telling everyone including him and Mal that your okay when your not because you just want him to be happy

- Mal feeling guilty when she sees how much you loved each other and deciding to break the love spell

- Ben getting in front of you when Maleficent arrives

- Him apologizing a million times for breaking up with you for Mal

- Dancing all night at the coronation party after wards

- Basically being the IT couple of Auradon

CONFESSION:           

 My first Landsmeet in Origins resulted in a very confused, shaky last-second coronation for Alistair. Trying to sleep that night, an entire epilogue flashed before my eyes - my inability to advise Alistair right, the inevitable civil war against Anora supporters, culminating in the regicidal betrayal by an embittered Zevran. (Somewhere in the middle I bet we all stop using the word “sweet” unironically.) That was the one time I redid a leg of the game just to undo a bad scene, I’ll tell you.            

That Famous Happy End

[Ao3]


A night to remember. Grander than Ben’s coronation, more sublime than any other dance, gathering, or special occasion held at Auradon Prep before. The royal cotillion. A celebration that would have been unforgettable regardless even if a sea witch and a dragon hadn’t crashed the party. Guess they lost their invitations. Sopping wet earlier in the night thanks to said sea witch, the partygoers had since dried off as the evening went on, as song after song played and dance after dance was splashed. A night of bonds old and new, of friendships and family ties lost together among the music. Two friends in particular had been longing for a dance all night long.

A few turns and spins during the school’s big musical number were nothing to Mal and Evie, a real dance together was what they were after.  The two of them couldn’t let cotillion pass them by without it, it was a night for best friends just as much as it was a night for couples. Evie’s attention had drifted to Mal the entire cotillion, even before her beautiful blue and yellow Evie original had transformed into an equally beautiful purple. Evie couldn’t lament the loss of her dress, Mal was still stunning either way, still so happy and carefree dancing around the ship and mingling in between songs.

It was tough to find a chance to break away from Doug, tough to find a chance to pull Mal away from Ben, but Evie could feel the celebration beginning to wind down, and knew that if she didn’t act soon she wouldn’t get to act at all tonight. With a smile and a silent gesture to Doug she moved across the deck during an intermission, deciding beforehand that the next song would belong to her and Mal no matter what.

The royal couple rested over the port side railing, looking out across the sea and the starry sky. Evie didn’t even have to announce herself, Mal somehow sensed her walking up and turned, Ben turning along with her. Evie gave the king a smile, a courteous bow of the head, and then looked to Mal.

“May I have the next dance?” she asked, holding her hand out the exact way she had earlier in the night, when she led Mal back to Ben after her first life-changing transformation into dragon.

Mal giggled, her night just getting better and better.

“You may.”

A little wave to Ben was Mal’s quick goodbye, and Evie led her away, into the mist of voices and laughter as Auradon Prep awaited the next song.

“I was worried we wouldn’t get a dance,” Evie admitted, keeping Mal’s gloved hand held tightly in hers.

“Yeah? I didn’t know you wanted one, I would’ve danced with you earlier.”

“M, this is the biggest night at Auradon Prep, of course I wanted to share it with my best friend!”

They slowed to a stop near the middle of the deck. It had been such a long time since Evie had seen Mal this happy.

“You know we meant everything we said to each other back on The Isle, Evie,” Mal told her. “Nothing has to change. It doesn’t matter if I’m a lady of the court, or if you’re a royal councilor, we’re still going to share everything.”

Evie’s smile was radiant.

“It will always be you and me,” she said.

Mal nodded.

Up above, and all at once, the hanging lights slowly dimmed, making the night appear to be more bathed in starlight than anything else.  A new song started to play over the speakers, and voices quieted with the introduction of violins and the accompanying notes of piano keys, putting together a soft, swilling melody.

“Looks like this is our dance,” Mal said.

“Looks like,” Evie couldn’t resist, she held her hand out to Mal once more. “Shall we?”

Mal curled her fingers around Evie’s.

“We shall.”

And the song began.

“…You’re in my arms…and all the world is calm.”

“The music playing on for only two…”


Hand in hand, only two moved to the center of the dancefloor, walking among the other pairs who had already begun to sway to the music.

“So close together…and when I’m with you, so close…to feeling alive.”

Mal and Evie found their place, turning to face each other under the softened glow of the lights. For a moment, Evie didn’t know what to do. Standing there watching Mal was all she could manage, until almost of its own free will, her body responded, slightly readjusting her grip on Mal’s hand and laying the other hand near the small of her back. Mal did the same with an almost identical set of unconscious, automatic movements, resting her free hand on the soft skin of Evie’s shoulder. Their eyes locked, both gazes suddenly a little wider, strangely mesmerized. But there was no time to think about it, because the harmony built, and then they were dancing.

“A life goes by, romantic dreams must die…”

In perfect circles they moved, gliding effortlessly across the deck and never once needing to take their eyes off of each other. Mal’s incredible green watched Evie with that same fixated stare as they gently spun around the dancefloor, and Evie looked deep into it. There were those little flecks of gold a love-spelled Ben had once mentioned, Evie could see them clearly for herself now, ringing around her pupil and creating the illusion of a miniature sun in each of her eyes, rays and all. Evie felt her lips parting in something like a gasp at the sight of it, but she didn’t falter in her steps, keeping in time with the heavenly song.

“…So I bid mine goodbye, and never knew…”

Mal was only semi-aware of the world turning again and again around them. Her best friend’s eyes, with that sultry dip to her eyelids, had her full attention. The world was just background noise when she looked into that wonderfully chocolate brown, and in this light, Mal could even see some of her own green in Evie’s eyes, as if the bond of a decade of history between them had let Evie adopt the color for herself. The sapphire of her eyeliner brought it all together, a medley of blue, green, and brown—if Mal’s eyes held the sun, then Evie’s held the earth.

Together they weaved a path in and among the other dancers, a ship full of them, but the song had not lied.  The music played on for only two.

“So close was waiting…waiting here with you.”

A blissful smile tugged the corner of Mal’s lips, bringing out her dimples and calling forth a tiny smile from Evie as well. They stopped their circling, now making soft side-steps from left to right, back and forth. Evie’s hand pushed at Mal’s back, bringing her in closer for a second, only to step back and hold her at arm’s length by both of her hands. Neither of them could stay separated for long, not even for the sake of the dance, and then they were back together again, the earth and the sun.

Losing themselves to a song seemed to be their specialty.

“And now, forever, I know…”


The first twirl came, in time to a bit of the music where the melody tinkled like that of a music box, as if Mal were a perfectly sculpted ballerina spinning on top. The second twirl followed, but Evie drew Mal in halfway, letting her back come to rest against her, taking Mal’s left hand in her own left hand and curling her arm around Mal’s waist.

“All that I wanted…to hold you…so close…”

Again to the left and again to the right they swayed, exactly like that. First out of the corner of her eye and then with a slight turn of the head Evie looked at Mal, unable to read the expression on her face. The smile had faded, the beautiful lips now parted in something that vaguely resembled wonderment, the eyes watching their joined hands with innocent, so innocent curiosity. There was something within Evie that so badly wanted to whisper Mal’s name, but a stronger something within her that refused to shatter the magic, like anything other than the music would break whatever spell the two were suddenly under. So when the sounds of the song’s piano striking majestically lower notes signaled the chorus about to hit, Evie took her best friend back into their circling along the deck, holding her like she was a creation of glass.

“So close to reaching that famous happy end…almost believing this one’s not pretend.”

For the third twirl, Evie let Mal out on her own, briefly commanding the floor for herself as she spun with all the grace of that music box ballerina. Her spiraling curls of purple were what captivated Evie just then, flowing in turn with Mal’s body and Mal’s dress. With one single step from Evie they were face to face again, back in each other’s arms as they continued their circles.

“And now you’re beside me…and look how far we’ve come…”


Mal watched Evie’s lips, with their ruby red, her eyes falling half-lidded as she did so.

So…when? When did Mal suddenly find herself envisioning the softness of her best friend’s lips?  When did Evie suddenly find Mal’s name trying to fight its way free from her ruby red over and over again like a prayer? Was it just within the confines of this one dance? …Or maybe back on an island, alone in a hideout, singing loyalty and promises to each other under a stained glass window.

Evie didn’t care anymore.

She leaned in oh-so-slowly, Mal’s heart stopping for a split-second in anticipation as Evie’s head came to rest against the side of hers, as Evie’s lips came to rest right by her ear.

“Mal…” she whispered.

The girl never imagined her own name could make her shiver so, but it was a wonderful kind of shiver, one where chills melted right away into warmth, one where her eyes closed, a smile sprung to life, she pressed her cheek to Evie’s neck, and slipped her fingers into the long, loose blue hair to cradle the back of her head.

“So far…we are…so close.”

“…Evie.”

Oh, what a beautiful song.

The piano and violins gave way to winds that resounded like a magical gale flowing through a forest glade, horns rang triumphant as space on the dancefloor cleared for the two of them and the two of them alone. When Evie led Mal in her twirls it was not for long, bringing her quickly back into her arms like she couldn’t bear to have her out of them.  Mal’s laughter was pure, almost childlike as they cut a wider and faster path along the deck, a waltz straight out of a fairytale. The song had picked up into passion and heart, filling everything with such carefree warmth it felt like Evie could radiate a fairy’s glow inside and out. Mal’s laughter was contagious, and overcome with it herself, Evie’s heart soared as she picked Mal up a bit and lifted her into the air, happily and willingly trapped in her sunlight as she turned with her once and then set her gently back down on her feet, having no trouble with Mal’s small and petite form.

Like a storm of a spring shower settling, their song eased back into slower, more sentimental tidings just as Evie leaned in close once more, not entirely sure what she was leaning in for this time but knowing that whatever it was—be it whisper, or touch, or even kiss—would end up in sheer magic either way.

“Mind if I cut in?”

The hand on her shoulder then was not Mal’s, it pulled her away and turned her to see Doug, warily eyeing the two girls. Just steps behind him was Ben, with innocence yet urgency in his eyes, looking to Mal with a shy smile and silently inviting her back to him. Mal seemed stunned, almost bewildered as she studied Doug, as if she’d been awoken from a dream and didn’t quite have her bearings yet.

“…No, of course not,” she eventually said, frowning to herself like her ears couldn’t believe her mouth just said those words. “…She’s all yours.”

Doug held his hand out to Evie, who examined it for a second as if she didn’t know what to do with it. Ben already had Mal back at his side, taking her hand and starting to lead her away.

“Oh, how could I face the faceless days, if I should lose you now?”

“Evie?” Doug prodded.

But Evie glanced at him, and then glanced at Mal’s retreating figure. All night long she had danced with Doug—and not once did it feel like that. How everything, everything she held inside her was screaming to not make this same mistake twice, to not hand Mal over to Ben so easily, to not give up her best friend’s heart without a fight. And now? Now that within the lyrics of a song she discovered that her best friend’s heart might hold more than friendship? Please, her mind seemed to beg, please don’t make the same mistake twice.

But she couldn’t make that decision on her own. She couldn’t decide or guess what Mal felt from one little dance, for Mal’s apparent happily ever after was walking right there beside her, taking her away.

Evie would leave her be. That, she decided right then and there. Evie would let her go, again, into her fairytale ending, unless the forces of magic living both above and below moved heaven and earth to give her some little sign that this was indeed a mistake.

Some small hint of what Evie should do.

…And then Mal turned her head, looking back over her shoulder at Evie with her sunlight brightening the second she saw her.

“…I’m so sorry, Doug.”

Evie gave his hand a squeeze and then all but ran across the deck to catch Mal, with no need, as Mal too had torn herself away from Ben with an apology and met Evie halfway.  They didn’t need to say a word to each other, they could get the words all sorted out later. For now, all they needed was touch; hand in hand, face to face, chest to chest.

“We’re so close to reaching that famous happy end, almost…believing…this one’s not pretend.”

“Let’s go…on dreaming…for we know we are…”


Be it whisper, or touch, or even kiss, Evie knew that whatever it was she was leaning in for would end up in sheer magic either way.

And magic it was indeed, Evie’s ruby red pressed to Mal’s mouth, guided by the song, the entire evening, and the starlight above them.

“So close…so close…”

“And still…so far.”


While they incredibly weren’t before, many eyes were on them now, Ben and Doug’s included.  Still, Mal and Evie kept silent with smiles, closed eyes, and with their foreheads resting against one another’s, not daring to break this spell they had fallen under. They didn’t need to say a word to each other, or anyone else. They could get the words all sorted out later, after cotillion, and after the magic had released them for a moment. For now, all they needed was touch; hand in hand, face to face, chest to chest, heart to heart.

So, so close.