yes she has a crown and diamond next to her name

Crowns - Part 1

AU: Betty & Jughead as a royal princess and prince in rival kingdoms…. (prompt from @betty-and-jughead)

Part of this story was inspired by @bughead4days story of Princess Betty and Peasant Jug so check that out ;)

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I edited it myself so there’s probably mistakes.

“Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.”

–Shakespeare (Romeo and Juliet; Prologue)

She looked out of her balcony to admire the scenery. The trees parted perfectly in the centre, the flowers and hedges cut precisely to create topiaries. Her favourite was the one in the shape of a dragon, it gave her nostalgia whenever she gazed upon it. Running around with her sister, pretending to fight the leaves with a sword and shield made of nothing but her imagination. The tulips and white roses bordered the greenery, not one flower was out of place. She was sixteen now and every day she leaned on the white marble railing to watch the sun disappear over the garden. It was breathe-taking. How could something so beautiful belong to something so demonic.

Being royalty was as fun as a little girl could fantasize. The glitz and glamour was a major impact. The floor length gowns and the golden tiaras with diamonds, everything she could dream of at her fingertips.

She was nothing more than a puppet.

People seemed to pull her strings, making decisions for her, saying what she needed to say.

All her life, she always wanted a day where she could let go of everything. No lunches with dukes. No one telling her she needed to be skinnier or smarter. No more being perfect. The thought occurred on a regular basis. Maybe she could run away, make the kingdom forget she existed. Change her name and run off to a country where no one cared about her existence, where she’d be invisible. Run far, far away.

She just wanted to be free. She needed an escape.

A sigh escaped her lips, her back now leaning against the railing before sitting on the icy, tiled ground. She could only imagine escaping. She had a duty. Duty means doing the things your heart might regret.

Her eyes lingered to the castle over the hill. There, lived their rival. The Jones kingdom. Centuries passed and they couldn’t get over their ancestor’s vendetta. Great Charles Cooper had rumoured to have killed Sir Augustus Jones. No one dared to speak about it. Many wars were started because of the furious relatives.

She would keep her mouth shut when it came to this discussion. Because that’s who the princess was. A polite, pristine, perfect person. Instead she’d plaster on a fake smile, nod and sit still. She had her own opinions but she had to keep her mind set. She was her kingdom’s next heir. Their next hope.

The Jones heir. Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Third was set to rule the rival kingdom after his tragic mother’s death. He was the same age as Betty, slightly older by a few months but he acted like an ‘asshole.’ Betty regarded him as an egotistic, boastful know-it-all who waved his money in front of everyone’s faces. He was rich and no one could stop him. The citizens praised the land he stood on but she never got to meet him in person. The Coopers did whatever they could to separate themselves from the filthy Jones family.

But Betty couldn’t help her mind question if that was opinion or rumoured fact.

“Madam Elizabeth? Your carriage awaits,” a maid spoke from the outside the door to her room.

She fell out of her haze, she picked herself off the floor and back into her bedroom. She opened the door to her intricate interior, she stuck her head out. “I’ll be there in a second.”

Walked down the flights of stairs, she was greeted with her mother, Queen Alice Cooper. Dressed in a white formal gown, trailing metres behind her with elegance. Her husband, King Hal had their arms linked. They watched in awe as their daughter took a step on each red velvet step.

“You look beautiful Elizabeth,” Alice laid her hand on Betty’s shoulder. She was wearing a pink gown with lace covering her arms. Her hair was half up, half down and her make-up was simple. A small tiara was on her head. “But… stop slouching, princes don’t like it when you slouch.” There was always an imperfection.

It was clear to see who gave more attention and love to their daughter.

“Sorry Mother,” she whispered, giving her hand to her father.

His face gloomed with pride, “my two beautiful princesses.”

He walked them both into the Cinderella like carriage. Betty sitting beside her father with her mother at the front, waving to passing civilians.

“Father,” Betty almost whispered too quietly for Hal to hear.

“Yes sweetie?”

“Would mom ever care as much as you do about me?” she blatantly said. There was no way of sugar coating the question.

He gave a sad smile, “she might not show it but she cares a lot about you Elizabeth. She just… has a hard way of showing it. Your mother has a lot going on at once and she can’t pay as much attention to how precious you are right now.”

She just slowly turned her head. Half of her thought he was telling the truth. That she did care for her and her actions. How one day she’d rule the kingdom. But the other half knew he was lying.

They finally approached the white bricked castle. The columns reflected the moon’s light which illuminated the front yard.

A small man approached them, holding the door open for them Queen Alice stepped out to the adoring crowd. Many citizens cheered, clapping their hands in appreciation but there were occasional boos which Alice didn’t seem to be affected by. Her mother’s words bounced within Betty’s head, “keep your head held high so people don’t see how weak you can be.”

With her father in hand, Betty walked down the flat gravel. Her heels dug into the ground almost causing her to fall over. The people stared in astonishment. She could whispers coming from the crowd.

“The princess looks beautiful…”

“The princess is perfect.”

“Elizabeth Cooper is so graceful.”

And all she could think was, “they’re all wrong.”

A toddler, the height of most people’s knees stood in shock, his hands reaching out for her skirt and grabbing it, causing the princess to fall on her side, landing straight on her arm.

Everyone gasped, the shouts emerged and Betty got herself up. The guards stood in front of the poor kid, hitting the child with intimidating stares before the mother hugged her child crying.

“Please, don’t hurt him.”

Betty groaned from the pain, a purple bruise on the tops of her arm. The mother’s cries got louder, the guards almost beating her senseless. “STOP,” Betty mustered her loudest voice before the crowd turned silent.

All eyes were on her. “Stop, he’s only a kid. He didn’t mean to harm me.”

“But your highness,” the guard interrupted.

“You follow the orders of the king,” Hal forced his presence on them. He grabbed Betty by the shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze. “Stop hurting the poor woman and child.”

The guards stepped away, leaving a shaken woman and her toddler, shivering in silence. The little boy burst into tears, his tears streaming down his face. The woman got back on her feet, “thank you,” she curtsied, keeping her head down.

Hal kept walking behind Alice who acted like it never happened. But Betty wasn’t down.

She crouched down in front of the boy and gave him a warm hug, planting a kiss on his small cheek. “You have such a precious child. I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again,” Betty lifted her head up the crying woman. She couldn’t muster a response and just smiled happily, wiping her ugly sobs away.

Betty ran after her parents, finally walking through the marble doors and into the oversized ballroom. It was filled with royals. Some Betty knew, there was Archibald of the Shermer kingdom with his rumoured future bride-to-be and Betty’s best friend Veronica, princess of Lexon and of course, Kevin of Moreilli and the one hosting the party, Cheryl, duchess of DeCarlo.

“Betty! Oh, how wonderful it is to see you again,” Cheryl hugged her, kissing both cheeks before releasing.

“The pleasure is mine,” Betty replied before a squealing Veronica was in her direction.

“Elizabeth Cooper, we finally meet again,” Veronica swayed in an over dramatic posh accent. All three of them laughed, sitting down at the nearby table.

“I adore what you’ve done to the room Cheryl. It makes the room come alive in a scene,” Betty complimented.

“That was the plan. We must welcome royalty with the very best,” Cheryl grabbed her hand and wrapped it in hers, “Betty go tell us everything that’s happened so far. We haven’t seen each other since the last party.”

“I shall… after I get some food. I’m honestly starving,” Betty teased getting out of her chair to go to the buffet table.

There was a variety of food choices. From cracker platters to cakes, they had it all. She couldn’t simply choose just one.

She might act royal in front of a crowd but when it came to food, her façade disappeared. Grabbing a plate, she cut one slice of cake and stacked it onto her plate.

“You know you can have more than one slice of cake,” she heard a gentle voice coming from next to her.

She looked up to see a pair of crystal blue eyes. Amazing. His shaggy brown hair was styled accordingly, his beauty marks seemed to align on his cheek. It was almost like constellations. His unforgettable smile was permanently burnt into her brain. He was beautiful and he gazed lingered on for a bit too long. His voice was soothing, his electric pull was irresistible and his entire structure was, dare she say, perfect.

“I’m,” she muttered out before feeling her cheeks turn red.

“I saw you outside with that poor boy. Some guards are so cautious,” he tried making her laugh but she only grew more red. “I believe we’ve never met,” he stuck his hand out. “Forsythe Jones,” he lightly kissed her hand. An electric shock went down her spine and he seemed to notice it too.

She finally woke up from her daydream. Forsythe Jones, her soul enemy. Her stomach was doing flips; her head was spinning endlessly. “I… I need to go.”

“Wait,” he gripped her the hand before she got any further, “who are you?”

“I’m trouble, especially for you,” she tried revealing as little information as possible.

He shook his head before smiling that damn smile again. “I don’t believe that’s so.”

She could’ve fallen into his arms right then and there. She had never experience a feeling like this towards anyone. Everything around her was blurry expect him. But it couldn’t be. They were born into this position. Their fate was sealed. Their fate was to be sworn rivals. So why was her stomach still filled with butterflies?

“Elizabeth!” Cheryl and Veronica’s voice was louder than her racing heartbeat. She spun around to see the two staring at her, with confusing on their face.

He looked at her with uncertainty. He mouthed the words, “Elizabeth Cooper,” before Betty broke their connection. Her hand moving further and further away from his.

“Why did it have to be Elizabeth. God. Damn. Cooper?” Jughead muttered.

The heiress and the prince part 2

The second part of my Klaroline au week day seven Drabble. Where the Mikaelsons are king and queen of England. And Klaroline have been hiding their relationship from the people for five years and decided to reveal to the nation in a very un royal way.

For @caritobear and @mscaroline-forbes who when I was giving them a summaries of a couple Drabbles I have to finish they were really excited.

Xxx

Caroline rolls over from snuggling with Klaus and feels someone watching her. She has become accustom to the feeling living the life she leads but she doesn’t like it when she’s asleep and a little bit hungover from last night. She cracks an eye open and sees two five year olds looking at her a blonde and a brunette. “ Hi.”

Caroline squints at the five year olds “Hello.”

“ Are you a princess?”

“ I’m an heiress.” She points to Klaus asleep next to her “ He’s a prince. Princesses are down the hall go wake them up.”

“What’s an heiress?”

“Why isn’t he wearing his crown?”

Caroline stretches in bed still keeping the covers over her naked body. “ Too many questions this early in the morning. I’ll answer your questions if you give me that shirt and those shorts.”

The twin girls nod and go and pick up the items Caroline pointed to. “ Thank you.”

Caroline manages to get the shirt on with out them seeing anything. She nudges Klaus in the side “ Nik put this on.”

Klaus still asleep mumbles “ Usually you ask me to take something off not put on.”

“ Wake up and put this on we have company.”

Klaus still has his eyes closed “ Tell Tyler he’s fired for being a creep.”

Caroline smiles down at him she’s glad she isn’t the only one who thinks Tyler is a creep “ No it’s not Tyler wake up and look on my side of the bed.”

Klaus opens his eyes and looks over at the two five year olds “ Those are kids.”

Caroline caress his face “ It’s a good thing your pretty.”

Klaus glances up at her and she pecks him on the lips and hands him his boxers. “ These kids have questions for us.”

“ This early in the morning.”

“ I know that’s what I said.”

“ So what do they want to know.”

“Why you are not wearing your crown and what’s an heiress.”

Klaus looks over at the twins again with sleepy eyes “ It’s too pointy to sleep in.”

Caroline doesn’t really know how to explain what an heiress is to them “My parents work with diamonds and when they leave this world I get their money and business well my brothers and I do.”

“ Do you have a crown?”

Klaus stretches in bed “ Yes it’s with the other Crown Jewels we only bring them out on special occasions.”

“ Is he your Prince Charming?”

Caroline looks over at the equally hungover shirtless prince “ I guess so yeah.”

The twins satisfied with their answers go to leave when Caroline leans up on her elbows “ What are your names?”

“ Lizzie and Josie.”

They go past the table and see bottles of alcohol from last night “ Is that soda?”

Both Caroline and Klaus jump out of the bed “ Stop, that’s poison the evil aunt who is trying to steal the kingdom sent it don’t touch.”

Both blondes sit on the couch still tired “ Are you sure your a prince?”

“ Yeah I’m pretty sure. Why?”

“ You don’t look like a prince.”

Klaus looks over at Caroline with the same expression i am so done with these kids. “ Ok… That’s it come with me Josie and Lizzie in the palace.”

Xxx

Both blondes lead them out of the room a couple minutes later they find Tyler “ We found these in our room. What part of security detail don’t let anyone in didn’t make any sense.”

“ What am I supposed to do with them?”

Klaus has his arm around Caroline’s shoulders her head is on his shoulder they were out last night at a club with the others and didn’t get in till late. “ That’s not our problem your the security try asking Alaric.”

Xxx

As they are walking back to their room Esther, Alaric and Ayana come out of the Queen and kings wing. “ I see your not getting dressed today.”

Caroline looks down she’s just wearing one of Klaus shirts and Klaus is in his boxers. “ We are but we were awoken by two five years olds who found there way into our room. And kept asking us questions.”

“ Your highness where are my children?”

“ We left them with Mr. Lockwood who I am firing for being a terrible bodyguard. Plus he keeps staring at Caroline’s breasts.”

Esther looking up from her day planner Anya is holding “ Niklaus you can’t keep firing bodyguards. Your going to have to put up with him he’s not hurting anyone.”

“ Mother he pulled a gun on Caroline.”

“ I will talk with him. And you and Caroline have that interview at 3 to properly announce your relationship.”

Klaus groans he doesn’t like talking to the press that’s more Rebekah’s thing. “ Why do we have to do the interview we already told the nation we are dating. That’s what the garden party was for.”

Esther sighs and rubs her temple “ Niklaus for the last time the garden party was for the people to meet us, shake our hand, and for us to mingle. I am still getting calls everyday a week later about what each of you did at the garden party. You made a fool of yourself and Caroline for your little performance last week.”

Xxx

After his mother leaves Klaus turns to Caroline “ What do you want to do my love. Go back to bed, sex in the throne room, have a little vacation of our own, or go prepare hours before a interview neither of us want to do.”

Caroline smiles up at him and kisses him and she wraps her legs around his waist and he begins walking to the throne room.

Xxx

An hour later as they are coming out of the throne room with missed up hair Katherine comes around the corner “ Oh honey don’t you know sex in the throne room is so last week.”

Caroline laughs and turns to her best friend “Meaning last week you and Elijah were in there.”

“Right before I heard you were here. It’s one of his favorite spots.”

“ I knew something was up when I saw you last week your hair was messed up You would never think that Elijah likes to get down in the throne room he’s always so proper and gentlemanly.”

Katherine smiles at her best friend “ Yeah my Elijah is kinky which is why we work so well together. Also I want you to be my maid of honor.”

Caroline squeals and throws her arms around Katherine’s neck “ of course, I’m so excited.”

Xxx

They return to their room and the room is spotless “I see mother sent the housekeepers to clean the place up. I’m surprised she didn’t lay out the clothes she wants us to wear for this ridiculous interview on the bed.”

Caroline laughs and pulls him towards the bathroom.

Xxx

Two hours later

Klaus and Caroline both showered and changed for the interview both of them don’t want to do. Esther arranged for the interview to be in their bedroom on the couch.

For the interview Caroline choose a white sleeveless dress with a black beaded neckline that stops mid thigh and her thigh high boots there is a little gap between dress and boots. Klaus is just in black jeans and a dress shirt.

“Your highness it is a pleasure. Thank you for inviting me to the palace and sitting down with me.”

Both Klaus and Caroline nod. “How long have you and Caroline been a couple?”

Klaus and Caroline are holding hands looking very civilized and proper looking very Royal, Caroline has her legs crossed at the ankles. “ We have been together for five years.”

“With both of you leading very public lives how did you manage to keep this a secret for this long.”

Klaus and Caroline both look at each other before Klaus answers. “ Being a prince and and an heiress you get a certain reputation that we are out of control, like to party a lot but when you would take pictures of us in the clubs dancing with each other it wasn’t just because it was Tuesday and we were bored so we decided to go out. Whenever you took pictures of us we were on dates.”

“Caroline you have two older brothers how do they feel about you dating England’s most popular playboy?”

Caroline smiles at Klaus they came up with cover stories to hide their relationship from the public Klaus’s was he was England’s most popular playboy, hers was she was a ditzy partying heiress. “ They are fine with it. Klaus, myself, my brothers, his siblings all grew up together. So when we started dating he was already accepted by my brothers.”

“So after being together for five years is there wedding bells in the future? Caroline are you ready to become a princess?”

Caroline and Klaus share a look they’ve have never talked about marriage. “ I’ll let Klaus answer the first question but as for the second question if he asked me yes I would be ready to become a princess and if I had any questions I would ask Rebekah and Freya who I love like sisters.”

Klaus looks down at their hands “ Maybe some time in the future but right now we are just happy being together plus I don’t want to take the spotlight away from my older brother and Katerina’s upcoming nuptials.”

“While we are on the topic of the upcoming nuptials of Prince Elijah and soon to be princess Katerina do you each have a role or are you guests.”

Caroline smiles she is so happy for her best friend she couldn’t be more proud of her. Katherine has been her best friend for as long as she can remember before her parents moved their children to the palace (Caroline’s parents were friends with Mikael and Esther) Katherine was her next door neighbor. Katherine lived in the estate next to theirs and they would always play together. Then when Caroline and her brothers moved Katherine asked her parents if she could visit Caroline at the palace Katherine would visit three times a week and become friends with all the Mikaelsons.

“ I’m the maid of honor”

“Best man.”

“That was all the questions I had thank you for sitting down with me. I know you both are busy.”

Caroline and Klaus nod and the reporter let’s herself out.

Xxx

Klaus leans his head back against the couch and Caroline lays her head on his shoulder “ That went well even though we both hated it.”

“I hate reporters.”

Caroline looks up at him “What do you want to do Nik? Have a little vacation of our own, go tell your mom that the interview is done and that it went well and we didn’t start a crisis, hangout with the others?”

“ All I want to do is this.”

Klaus leans down and passionately kisses her.

Prove It (7/?) [Ft. Reader x Loki]

Summary: Loki receives a marriage proposal from a young princess and accepts, becoming King of his own realm. However, he gets more than he bargains for as he learns that the kingdom has more than meets the eye and he finds himself in the middle of something sinister. What will he do when he falls in love with his wife and her life is at risk?…



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“Must I wear these awful heels?” you grimaced.

“Do you not like them?” Kenya asked.

“Not really, they pinch my toes and they are ugly.”

The shoes were white and had a twisted heal with thick straps that were pushing your toes together painfully. When you moved your foot it felt like your toes were going fall off, you sat down on the floor and pulled them off. You scowled at them and walked over to the window, you looked back at Kenya and she smiled at you.

Holing the heels above your head you tossed them forward out the window, watching as they disappeared from your sight. Turning around you walked over to the cart of shoes, most of them were just a crazy and painful looking as the ones you threw out. Kenya answered the door as you sat down in front of the cart, one pair shoes caught your eye.

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request for a suuuper fluffy ryan/reader!!!

((Sorry for the long wait, hopefully with two mods we will get fics out faster. And I hope this is ok!))


“Hey, everybody!” Ryan greets the AH guys from atop the kingly throne once more, his Minecraft skin complete with a crown this time.

A chorus of “hey”s, “hello”s, and “hi”s ring out in the achievement hunter room as King Ryan’s loyal subjects gather at the base of the throne.

“Welcome back to yet another ‘King Ryan’! This is the third one now, I believe. And as your king I would like to introduce you to my assistant for the day.”

“Kerry?” Michael asks, running around the throne.

“Nope! That traitor is on the run and hasn’t been seen for weeks. Today, I have brought in my lovely girlfriend and Minecraft extraordinaire, [Y/N]!”

“My king!” Geoff cries, “I would be more than honored to go retrieve the traitor for you!”

“Sucking up, I like it. Anywho, [Y/N] here has definitely assisted in the creation of today’s tasks, but there are changes in the tasks that even she doesn’t know about and the first ruling of today’s let’s play is that you will not be on any teams the entire let’s play. No team Nice Dynamite, no team Rayplacement, nothing. It’s every man for himself.”

“What would you like us to do, your majesty?” Gavin asks, impatient to begin.

“Your first task of the day is to each take a map and a book. Any gubbins you currently have must be disposed of in the gubbins pit. Each of you has a book with unique instructions, and you may trade now, but once you have opened your book you cannot trade with another player. Go ahead and start trading.” Michael and Gavin immediately trade with one another and Jeremy trades with Jack. Geoff refuses to trade, claiming that his book is “his and only his”.

“Alright, has everyone traded to their hearts content? Then when I say ‘Go’ you will each open your book to the VERY FIRST PAGE and only that page. That has the instructions for the first task on it. Killing is allowed because you will each memorize your task and put your book in your chest. Ready, set, go!”

You open your own enchanted book, reading the initial page:

Go collect enough wood to create 64 signs.

“Are you doing this with me, my king?” You ask Ryan and he turns to you in real life, giving you a small smile, “I wish I could, my dear, but I must moderate my subjects. Those signs will be essential in the future though so please go do that.”

“As you wish,” you smile, giving Ryan a sly look as you quote The Princess Bride. Your character runs off to begin punching trees. For the next twenty minutes, various squawks from Gavin, shouts from Michael, and the occasional “Noooooo!” pepper the laughter and banter of the Achievement Hunters.

“My king, I have completed my first task!” Jack announces, running up to the throne and crouching in a bow.

“Very good, Jack! You will receive a piece of the tower and then you must move on to the second task in the book. It is on the next page.” Ryan tosses Jack a single gold block which Jack places on his obsidian piece.

“So do we stop now or…?” Michael asks.

“No, you will continue your tasks and try to go faster. Jack is on round two of three before the rest of you, so you’ll want to hurry up.” A cacophony of groans bombards the microphones as Geoff, Michael, Gavin, and Jeremy continue whatever they are doing.

“My king, what would you like me to do?” You ask, “I have created a stack of 64 signs as you requested.”

“Now, my dear, I would like you to go into the Nether and collect for me two stacks of glowstone and craft them into blocks. Here is a diamond sword and pickaxe and some armour.”

“Thank you, your majesty, I will return shortly.”

Another twenty minutes and Jack has collected a second block of gold, but Gavin is closing in on the bearded ginger fast by completing tasks in record time.

“Gavin is awarded his first gold block, finishing his final task from the book just seconds before Jack!” Ryan MCs and tosses Gavin a block. Gavin crows and runs to his obsidian, placing the block on the ground next to it.

“Goddammit!” Gavin shouts, the office erupting in laughter. Ryan sighs and mines the block, placing it for Gavin.

“Your next task is to create an ender chest! Any previous chests have been removed so you must create this new one and place the gubbins from the previous tasks in it for it to count. Killing is allowed, just make sure you do not lose your specific gubs! Ready, set, go!”

Michael immediately dashes forward and begins beating Gavin with his diamond pickaxe.

“Hey, hey! Micoo! My boi! What’re you doing?”

“Sorry, Gav, but one gold block is one block too many. You must be stopped before you begin.”

“Wot?”

“My king! I come bearing two stacks of glowstone as desired!”

“Good, good. Here’s a curveball, boys. [Y/N] is outfitted in diamond armour and is invisible. Don’t die by her hand or else you are disqualified for this round. Oh, and she has a map with each of you on it.”

Chaos breaks out as people scramble for cover and sanctuary from your rampage. You set fire to the ground and forest as you run through, your flint and steel running out of utility quickly.

As you slay Gavin, Michael comes up behind you and tries to take you out.

“You think I cannot defeat the mighty Mogar? Fear me!” You cry in joy as you beat the shit out of Michael. For this round Geoff manages to avoid you long enough to create an ender chest and place his gubbins in it.

“My king, I’m done!”

“Very good! You will all now follow me to this conveniently placed End portal and we will embark on our journey to the final part of this King Ryan!”

As you each pass through the portal, you land in a small obsidian room with a single ender chest, the purple end matter flowing into it.

“Geoff, please remove your gubbins from your chest and give [Y/N] the stack of 64 red stone.”

“Yes, your highness!” Geoff tosses the red stone at you and you pick it up, giving Ryan a puzzled look. You didn’t help design this part of the Let’s Play at all.

“[Y/N], you will now go down this nicely lit hallway and enter the room beyond. We will follow you of course.” Ryan commands and you comply, placing the red stone in your hand and sprinting down the corridor. It gives way to an enormous obsidian room that is lit by glowstone and an assortment of torches. In the center of the room is a large white mansion made of quartz.

“Explore the mansion, my dear. The rest of you, the winner of King Ryan III will be whomever does the best job of protecting my darling [Y/N] from the monsters inside. If she dies even once, Achievement City will win. [Y/N], you’ll know you’re where you need to go when you reach a room with a large painting on the wall. Go!” You rush inside the mansion with Geoff, Jack, Jeremy, Gavin, and Michael hot on your heels, each of them wielding some sort of weapon. Many times they throw themselves in harm’s way to prevent you from dying, which is effective to say the least. You notice the signs you collected for Ryan placed on the walls, each with an inside joke between the two of you typed on it. 

“This rain sure is wet.” 

“That’s all you do! You’re just a big cat!”

“Sometimes you just gotta stab a bitch.”

“’Mad’ king? More like ‘rad’ king, amiright?”

After a decent bit of exploring, you enter a room that is smaller than the others, with a large Kung Fu painting on the wall.

“Now, my dear, I need you to place one red stone between the switch in the floor and the wall. Once you have done that, feel free to flip the lever.” In real life you look at Ryan with confusion, but he just has a warm smile on his face as he watches you on your screen. You shrug, turning back to your computer and don’t notice when Gavin slides from his chair, turning on his phone and starting the video capture.

You place a single piece of red stone and flip the switch. Mechanical thumps and movement can be heard and a portion of the wall slides open, the Kung Fu painting breaking away. A single chest is revealed and you step forward, opening it, to see a lone gold pickaxe in it. You mouse over the pickaxe and the name pops up. You read the name of the pickaxe and then read it again. And again. And once more just to be certain.

“Ryan…” You say quietly, turning to him from behind the screen to see his kneeling on one knee beside you. Your hands fly to your face and you squeak in surprise.

“Every mad king needs an equally mad queen,” Ryan smiles happily, his eyes crinkling and his cheeks reddening, “Will you become my mad queen?” Ryan opens a small black box to reveal a silver ring in the shape of a crown with a single diamond on the band, “Marry me?”

You have tears streaming down your face and you nod profusely, removing your hands from your mouth, “Yes,” your voice cracks, “Yes, Ryan, I’ll marry you.”

The Achievement Hunters cheer as Ryan slides the cool ring onto your left ring finger and you glance at the computer screen where the name of the pickaxe is still visible as “Will you marry me?”. You then look at the other AH guys and see many of them smiling and patting each other on the back.

“You were all in on this?”

“Only them and half the office,” Ryan says, standing up, “We had to keep you distracted somehow. Why do you think Jeremy had so much missing footage? He was building!”

“Who won the Tower of Pimps, Ryan?” Gavin inquires, pushing his camera in Ryan’s face. Ryan smiles goofily from happiness, “The most beautiful woman in the world.” He then dips you backward, kissing you hard on the mouth and you throw your arms around his neck to keep your balance.

Later, you sit curled up on the white ikea couch with Ryan next to you, admiring the shiny ring.

“So how long did it take you to come up with that one?”

“Three months,” Ryan chuckles.

You rolls your eyes, “You’re such a dork.”

“Only the dorkiest for the mad queen.”

“You realize what this means, right?” You ask.

Ryan runs his hand up and down your side absently, “What’s that?”

“There will be a Queen [Y/N] series. And I can think of the perfect King to assist me.”

Ryan lays his head atop yours, pressing a kiss to your hair, “I love you. So much.”

“I love you, too.”

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Where Are You Looney Tune? [The Joker x Harley]

Summary: The Joker pieces together what happened to Harley after their car crashed into the river.
Author’s note: Let’s just agree that all of my fics are based on suicide squad cast members, k? Also this is based of a headcanon I saw and loved, which you can check out here

How did a night that was going so perfectly, turn into this? The Joker dragged himself through the door to his home. Slamming it closed, he let a growl escape his lips.

A couple of his men poked their heads into the hallway where he was standing dripping from head to toe with river water. Once they realized he wasn’t smiling they knew this wasn’t going to be a good night.

“You.”

Joker pointed a long white finger at one of the henchmen.

“Get me a towel, and you.”

Pointing at the other.

“Get me Frost.”

The scurried away like he had lit their feet on fire, he wished he did. That would have been fun.

Stomping into the living area, he peeled off his jacket, shirt and shoes, leaving them in a sopping pile next to his wet footprints. His pants still clung to his legs as he paced the soft carpet, but he wasn’t meeting with Frost in his underwear.

“You wanted to see me boss?”

Frost stepped into the room carrying the towel he had asked for. He was still dressed sharply, the suit he had one at the club earlier that night. Joker stalked over to him and snatched the towel from his hands.

“Where’s the guy I sent to get me the towel?”

He asked in a snarl. His hair was now drying but it fell in his face, and hung in his eyes, absent of his ever-present gel.

“He gave me the towel to give to you.”

“Remind me to shoot him later.”

Joker finished drying his head and torso, before throwing the towel into the discarded pile with is clothes.

“I will, Boss, can I ask what happened?”

“That’s exactly why I called you here Frost, the Bat happened. He forced me to crash my lambo into the river, and of course, Harley thinks that was the time to tell me she couldn’t swim!”

He dramatically fell into the couch.

“So I had to leave her in the car for batsy to save. Naturally, she’ll be sent to Arkham tonight, so I need you to get into the asylum’s server and tell me when she gets there.”

“You breaking her out Boss?”

“Obviously, now send me that guy who I wanted to bring me the towel. I need to unwind.”

As Frost left the room, Joker pulled out his phone and texted Harley.

Mistah J: Daddy didn’t forget about you, he’s coming…

~

“Frost!”

Joker was still lounging on the couch in the same position Frost had left him in, except now a few bodies littered the floor, and he was getting irritated. He had told Frost to notify him when Harley arrived at Arkham, but he hadn’t heard anything, yet it had been three hours.

“Yes Boss?”

Frost arrived in the room moments later.

“Wheeeere’s Harley, Frost? Surely it hasn’t taken Bats three hours to take her to Arkham.”

Joker advanced on him, he was feeling quite murdery tonight.

“I did as you asked me Boss, but Harley never arrived. I even called Arkham claiming to be with the police force to ask if she was there, but the never got a call about her. I don’t know where she is Boss, but it’s not at Arkham.”

“This is why I keep around Frost old boy, now go away.”

He began to pace the carpet. “So you never made it Arkham Harley-girl, where are you Doll?” He grabbed his phone off the table next to him.

Mistah J: Did you get away from Bats all by yourself? Daddy’s so proud, now come home Doll

~

Daylight began to pour through the windows, bathing the dark wooded floor of the living area in golden light. Though the bodies had been removed hours ago, dried blood still glittered in large pools. Joker paced the purple carpet in the center of the room, he hadn’t stopped since he learned Harley wasn’t in Arkham. Harley still wasn’t home, how could he sleep? His phone lay discarded in the armchair, a string of messages left unanswered.

Mistah J: Where are you?

Mistah J: I don’t like playing when I don’t know what the game is

Mistah J: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?

Mistah J: Are you mad at me baby? You know I had to leave you in the car, I knew Bats would save you, and I was planning to come get you as soon as you got to Arkham. Come home Harley.

“Boss?”

The Joker turned to face the voice that had come from the doorway. A group of dripping wet, shivering men stood there. The group he sent down to the river to make sure Harley wasn’t dead in the car.

“Welll?”

He twirled his favourite gun between his fingers.

“S-she’s not there. I-I’m sorry Boss, but it looks like she’s awol.”

Joker groaned, which quickly turned into a yell of frustration. He shot all five of them who stood in front of him without a moment’s hesitation, and picked his phone up again.

Mistah J: You’re not in Arkham, and you’re not dead in the river, so darling please tell me where the fuck you’re hiding.

Mistah J: I’m not playing anymore Harley

~

“Boss?”

Johnny Frost’s voice cut through the dead silence that filled Joker’s shadowed bedroom. He wasn’t trying to sleep, no, he was slumped over his desk. Crumbled balls of paper surrounded the legs of his chair, and wrinkled sheets covered the desk. The papers were filled with messy smudged notes, some were legitimate ideas as to where Harley could be, but others were indecipherable chick scratch. The writings of a madman.

“Boss…?”

Frost ventured again after getting no response the first time. This time he heard a growl, making him swallow nervously. Growls only ever turned out well for Harley.

“Sorry to bother you Boss, but you might want to turn on the tv. Officer Gordon has some information I think you might be interested in.”

The Joker stood suddenly, causing papers to float to the ground like hundreds of feathers.  He stormed out of the room, shoving Frost into the doorframe in the process.

As he went to follow his Boss, his eye caught sight of one of the papers which landed near him. Harley’s full name was written in large messy print in the center of the page, and doodles of guns, knives, crowns, hearts, and diamonds surrounded it

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The Joker flew into the tv room where the news was playing, his expression resembling the storm going on outside. Officer Gordon was already speaking when he entered the room.

“The streets of Gotham are becoming more and more safe with efforts to rid our city of criminals and villains continuing with the past week’s newest arrests…”

He began rhyming off names of people he didn’t care about going into painful detail of their crimes. He wanted to hold a gun to his temple, and make him get on with it already.

“Tell me about Harley, come on, where’s Harley?”

He muttered to himself as he began to pace the floor for what was most likely the thousandth time this week.

“… and finally, the most high profile arrest from last Friday, Harley Quinn has bee detained as well. I can assure you that she will never harass our city again, she is being kept somewhere with no chance of escaping.”

With that, Joker broke the TV by throwing it across the room.

“We’ll see about that.”

He started back to his bedroom, and met Frost in the hallway. He began to say something which prompted Joker to break his jaw. The sound of bone cracking was oh-so satisfying, the tiniest bit of joy amidst all the loneliness.

Once alone in his room, he snatched his phone off the floor where he threw it last night. He added to the plethora  of messages.

Mistah J: I knew you weren’t hiding baby
Mistah J: They think it’s funny trying to take you away from me, but they’re wrong
Mistah J: I’ll make ‘em pay, and get you back in the process

Mistah J: Daddy’s coming doll.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! First of all, I'm really sorry this will be a stupid question, but I'd be really glad if you respond. So one of my favorite chapters in AFFC is Queenmaker, but I actually can't see the purpose of this plot. Ok let's say somehow Arianne succeeded at queenmaking. What then? How does the Lannisters respond? Does it really bring civil war? I like the plot, I'd like to hear what you think would've happened.

Hi anon! That’s not a stupid question at all. “The Queenmaker” is a favorite of mine as well, although I’d actually rank it third among the four Feast chapters set in Dorne. “The Captain of Guards” and especially “The Princess in the Tower” are even better, IMO. God, I love A Feast for Crows so much…

The queenmaking plot is knotty and complex, as it deftly intertwines political and personal elements. One thing to remember is that this scheme is first invoked in Feast not by Arianne, but by Tyene.

Prince Doran sighed. “Obara cries to me for war. Nym will be content with murder. And you?”

“War,” said Tyene, “though not my sister’s war. Dornishmen fight best at home, so I say let us hone our spears and wait. When the Lannisters and the Tyrells come down on us, we shall bleed them in the passes and bury them beneath the blowing sands, as we have a hundred times before.”

If they should come down on us.”

“Oh, but they must, or see the realm riven once more, as it was before we wed the dragons. Father told me so. He said we had the Imp to thank, for sending us Princess Myrcella. She is so pretty, don’t you think? I wish that I had curls like hers. She was made to be a queen, just like her mother.” Dimples bloomed in Tyene’s cheeks. “I would be honored to arrange the wedding, and to see to the making of the crowns as well. Trystane and Myrcella are so innocent, I thought perhaps white gold … with emeralds, to match Myrcella’s eyes. Oh, diamonds and pearls would serve as well, so long as the children are wed and crowned. Then we need only hail Myrcella as the First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, and lawful heir to the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, and wait for the lions to come.”

“The lawful heir?” The prince snorted.

“She is older than her brother,” explained Tyene, as if he were some fool. “By law the Iron Throne should pass to her.”

“By Dornish law.”

“When good King Daeron wed Princess Myriah and brought us into his kingdom, it was agreed that Dornish law would always rule in Dorne. And Myrcella is in Dorne, as it happens.”

Arianne and Tyene are BFFs as well as cousins, so it’s fair to assume they came up with this idea together, but they have very different motivations in doing so. As she says, Tyene wants to crown Myrcella in order to provoke a war with the Iron Throne, because she believes that the proper reaction to her father’s death is to get thousands of other people killed, and she is hideously eager to make that happen; there’s no hint of genuine grief in her, just pure bloodlust. (Sorry, Sand Snake stans, but Tyene is a terrible person. So are Obara and Lady Nym: the former callously exploits Oberyn’s death to advocate for her pre-existing, blatantly unrelated desire to massacre the residents of Oldtown, and the latter is positively gleeful at the prospect of butchering innocent children. I had to laugh at the galling hypocrisy of their condemnation of Cersei for plotting to murder Trystane. This trio is not a cool comic-book squad of underdog badasses. They are villains, full stop. Vengeance isn’t always a moral gray area, as it is with Arya’s list, which at least is motivated by her fierce devotion to justice. Sometimes vengeance is just evil, just an excuse for violent people to inflict misery on others.)

Arianne, by contrast, is driven by her understandable resentment of her father. As revealed in “The Soiled Knight,” she is under the impression that Doran plans to disinherit her in favor of Quentyn. Of course, she is wrong about that; Doran intended Quent to become the next Prince of Dorne because he had arranged for Arianne to become King Viserys III’s Queen. But that misconception is Doran’s fault, not Arianne’s. Given the distant, dismissive way he has treated her of late, it was perfectly reasonable for Arianne to conclude from Doran’s letter to Quent that the former was going to kick her out of the corridors of power altogether. She had no way of knowing about the Targaryen restoration plan, because Doran did not trust or respect Arianne enough to tell her, and he just assumed she would meekly accept (what appeared for all the world like) the loss of her birthright. This is on Doran; to his credit, by the time we get to “The Princess in the Tower,” he knows it. Sadly, he’s yet to realize that he did even worse by Quent…but he will by the end of The Winds of Winter.

Anywho, while Arianne is well aware that kidnapping and crowning Myrcella will bring the Lannisters and Tyrells down on Dorne, sparking a war is secondary to and in support of her primary motivation. Arianne wants to use the authority and gendered symbolism of a Queen Myrcella to pre-empt what she thinks is Doran and Quentyn’s plan to shove her aside. Myrcella clearly idolizes Arianne; the former would happily confirm the latter as Princess of Dorne once Arianne “retires” Doran to the Water Gardens:  

It is time he put his burdens down, but I will suffer no slights to his honor or his person. She would return him to his Water Gardens, to live out what years remained him surrounded by laughing children and the smell of limes and oranges. Yes, and Quentyn can keep him company. Once I crown Myrcella and free the Sand Snakes, all Dorne will rally to my banners.

Indeed, the very fact of a Queen Myrcella would make Arianne’s own power play easier; as Tyene points out, crowning Myrcella would cement the gender-neutral nature of Dornish inheritance law, and the resulting war would bind Dornish lords to their new leader out of nationalist solidarity, an extremely powerful cultural/political force in Dorne.

So that’s where the queenmaking plot comes from. Would it work? Well, it would unquestionably provoke a war. Cersei would react out of rage at the insult to her own authority as Queen Regent; moreover, the Tyrells will not accept the delegimitization of Tommen because that would in turn delegitimize Margaery as Queen, and they’d be aghast at the notion of a Martell King Consort. So Tyene would get her oceans of blood.

Doran is right, however, that even from a defensive position, Dorne would ultimately lose this conflict. Arianne would end up in chains or on the executioner’s block; we might even see Dorne once again put under Tyrell occupation. As such, the queenmaking was a terrible idea. But Arianne was in a desperate position, seemingly abandoned by her beloved father and on the verge of losing her inheritance, and so was primed to be led into disaster by Tyene. Maybe it’s just because I find Arianne’s POV so compelling and well-written, yet I cannot help but sympathize with what she was trying to accomplish; unlike her cousins, there really isn’t a vindictive bone in her body. Indeed, it speaks to Arianne’s moral core that she doesn’t shy away from responsibility for what happened to Arys and Myrcella, while retaining the perspective and courage to demand that Doran own up to his part in all this. She’s dangerously naïve, but also resilient and intelligent, and her heart is ultimately in the right place. I love her dearly.

While we’re on this subject…who was it that betrayed Arianne’s confidences to Doran? To a certain extent, it doesn’t matter; GRRM is making the existential point that Arianne is was too trusting to make this kind of gambit work, regardless of who it was that sold her out.

Arianne raised a tear-streaked face. “How could he know?” she asked the captain. “I was so careful. How could he know?”

“Someone told.” Hotah shrugged. “Someone always tells.”

Still, I don’t think it was Garin, Drey, or Spotted Sylva. Maybe I’m missing something (let me know!) but I don’t see a hint that any of them has anything but love for and loyalty to Arianne. Indeed, they’re such thinly drawn characters (the three-headed weak spot of “The Queenmaker,” IMO) that there really wouldn’t be any oomph to the reveal.

So I think it was Tyene. We never learn why Doran released the three eldest Sand Snakes from their brief imprisonment; in fact, Areo Hotah (who is far more intelligent and insightful than his “camera that rides” reputation would suggest) hangs a lampshade on this mystery:

Doran Martell was the wisest of princes, and it was not the place of his captain of guards to question his decisions, but Areo Hotah did wonder why he had chosen to release the ladies Obara, Nymeria, and Tyene from their lonely cells in the Spear Tower.

It’s certainly not because the trio has abandoned their thirst for vengeful violence:

The prince left it to Ricasso, his blind seneschal, to rise and propose the toast. “Lords and ladies, let us all now drink to Tommen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms.” … Tyene declined Ricasso’s toast with a murmur and Lady Nym with a flick of a hand. Obara let them fill her cup to the brim, then upended it to spill the red wine on the floor.

“It ends in blood, as it began,” said Lady Nym. “It ends when Casterly Rock is cracked open, so the sun can shine on the maggots and the worms within. It ends with the utter ruin of Tywin Lannister and all his works.”

As such, my take is that Tyene betrayed Arianne in order to win her freedom and that of her sisters. Arianne never even considers this possibility when ruminating on which of her companions revealed the conspiracy to her father, as if GRRM is setting her up to be blindsided. When Arianne learns the truth about her best friend, the last residue of her naivete will vanish…just as the news of Quent’s tragic, horrific death will fully unleash the grief and hatred and self-loathing at his father’s core.  

burning in the fire of a thousand smiles

Modern British Royalty au, because reasons. And also because I have wanted to write this for a while and felt as if I should actually do something for CS AU week. So… yes.

The cameras at the foot of the grand staircase go off all at once, in a bombard like an exploding star, as HRH The Princess of Wales appears at the top of it, gowned in a stunning floor-length custom Dior, blonde hair swept into an intricate braided updo and her great-great grandmother’s priceless Cartier tiara nestled atop it. She wears a matching diamond necklace and earrings, white evening gloves, Louboutin pumps (every detail of her outfit will of course be tweeted, criticized, praised, and pored over within the next fifteen minutes, and dominate all coverage of the benefit gala) and just an elegant hint  of makeup. This is Emma Charlotte Victoria Elizabeth Windsor’s first appearance since becoming the first royal daughter in history to hold the title of Princess of Wales, heiress to the throne, in her own right, and not merely as consort to the heir in waiting, ever since the required assent from the Commonwealth countries made gender-neutral primogeniture the law of the land. Great Britain had watched its princess grow up for sixteen years, in gossip magazines and official publications and carefully released photos, when (surprising themselves as much as anyone) the Queen and the Duke of Edinburgh had another child – a son. Ordinarily, that meant he would have leapfrogged his older sister in the line of succession, but there was a massive public outcry against the idea of England’s sweetheart having to give up her position due to silly old medieval requirements, and the process to change the law started accordingly.

Now, six years later, it has finally ground its way through the Government gauntlet and actually been enacted. Emma will succeed to the crown, as has always been planned and prepared for, and her baby brother, Prince Neal, will function merely in the career of supporting royal. (He calls himself that because none of his actual names – Nicholas Edward Arthur Louis – are to a six-year-old boy’s taste, hence N.E.A.L. Emma hopes it doesn’t stick. By a nasty little coincidence, that is the name of the boy who broke her heart, freshman year at St. Andrews. Left her gun-shy about ever dating another commoner, after the scandal splashed out across the red-top tabloids, recording in gleeful detail how Neal Cassidy had taken advantage of his connection to the Princess to rake in cash, favors, exclusive access to luxe Mayfair nightclubs, field-level Premier League tickets, and more. Then when she cut off the gravy train, he dumped her.)

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Jonsa Week Day 1 Entry: Children

Description: Sansa does best to memorize her daughters face. She may never see it again.

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He was as vigorous as he was terrifying. Sansa had never sought to draw forth the dragon, that had never been her intention, but she supposes this was a long time coming. And now, with her child’s birthright swinging in the air, Sansa worries for her dear girl.

For this ‘heir’ is not that of Aegon’s seed, but that of his half-brother’s. Jon…The name still haunts her now. After everything they have been through, to be caught like this? Or almost. Varys whispers evil little things.

Tormenting a King who has fallen ill- or so one might call love. A weakness, really, as Sansa has been told before. Only love your children, a woman, a lioness had told her once, for they are the only sacrifice worth paying heed.

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Code  name : Chicken Pox

I watched the Friends episode where Phoebe has the chicken pox the other day and my mind came up with this. Fluff and humor :)


It was all Sara Diggle’s fault.

Ok, so obviously the toddler didn’t give Felicity the chickenpox on purpose. It was just bad luck that the blonde didn’t know that this particular disease was not on the list of those she had as a baby, and spent an entire afternoon playing with Sara, who was afflicted by it.

And now Felicity was itching like crazy. But the doctor had forbidden her to scratch herself, for fear of leaving permanent scars. Not to mention that she was covered from head to toe in disgusting tiny pustules. Her face, her chest, her stomach and legs and other very embarrassing places she didn’t even want to think about.

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au kc + one time when i was a little drunk and laying in bed with a guy, i kissed his neck and mumbled “i could beat the shit out of you” in his ear. he said “i know

A/N: As requested, AU in which Caroline got the heck outta Mystic Falls and has been living in bliss with Klaus for the past few years :) Enjoy!

Ms. Taken

“Nik!”

Klaus rolled his eyes, shutting his book at the sound of his sister’s shout. It was a particularly tame Saturday night. Caroline, Rebekah, and one of the doppelganger girls (he wasn’t sure if it was Elena or Katerina – nor did he care) were all out celebrating the Bennett witch’s engagement at the height of Mardi Gras.

“What is it now, sister?” he asked, walking to the entry hall.

Rebekah was glaring daggers at him, her arm slung around Caroline’s back as the blonde giggled hysterically against his sister’s shoulder.

“We were out at Rousseau’s and this one,” she motioned to Caroline, “swiped four bottles of vodka for the table. We are pretty sure she drank at least two.”

“I only had one, I promise,” Caroline pouted, widening her eyes innocently at Klaus.

He smirked in amusement, holding his hands out as she stumbled over to him.

He left out an “oof” when she crashed into him, burying her head into the crook of his neck and inhaling deeply. Rebekah rolled her eyes, calling goodbye to them as she headed out the door.

“Klausy?” she whispered, Klaus’  face grimacing at the nickname.

“Yes, love?” he asked, leading her down the hallway.

“Have I ever told you how much I like your dimples?” she asked randomly, peering up at him innocently.

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her crowning glory (3/?)

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Her first thought is ‘oh my god, I’m going to fall in front of the whole government’, which isn’t that pleasant a thought to begin with. One of her heels, too high, too unstable, just slips on the marble floor and she feels herself falling backwards with no mean of stopping the inevitable. She’s going to end on her ass, she’s going to embarrass herself in front of all those people, and there is nothing she can do about it.

She even hears the beginning of a gasp coming from Mulan – and it says it all, that she managed to have her gasp when Mulan is usually so stoic and unfazed.

But it happens just like in the movies, one hand grabbing her elbow while the other snakes around her waist, stopping her fall and keeping her in place against the chest she just hit. Emma is the one to gasp then, the outcome so unexpected she doesn’t know how to react, if only to still in her saviour’s arms in fear of making things worse by moving the tiniest of fingers.

She looks up to the man, only to gasp once more – somewhat more discreetly, for which she’s both proud and thankful – because his eyes are the most vibrant blue she has ever seen. Deep and clear like the sea on a summer day and, oh, of course his face – his everything else, really – would be handsome too. Because that’s just her luck, being saved by handsome lords from an inevitable embarrassment.

“Your Highness, are you all right?”

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