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A Gift Unto the King
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Lucas stood rigidly outside the solar door. The mere sight of it brought upon him an overwhelming sense of dread and unease. Beyond that threshold was the man he had spent many a night intertwined with in the throes of passion. Soft sheets and warm candle lit nights were now fading into distant memories, with the only real proof of their existence resting quietly in his womb, hidden away by sheer will and loosely draped fabric.
He couldn’t tell for certain how much time had passed, but, however long it was, appeared to be slightly outside the realm of socially acceptable, judging from the sideways glances the guards down the hall would periodically pass his way. Deciding the awkwardness culminating on this side of the door was likely to be far worse than whatever waited for him on the other side of it, he gave the door a couple quick, hesitant, knocks.
After a few heart pounding moments, the door furiously swung open, an angered Vin rapidly appearing from behind it.
“I said to leave me-” Vin stopped short, his eyes widening, and jaw falling agape, as he was met with the golden gaze of a man he feared he’d lost. A man he knew he’d lost. “Lucas?” His voice was hardly more than a whisper.
Vin’s face was one Lucas could hardly recognize at first glance. The crimson eyes that had once glowed bright with passion had now dimmed, following suit of the darkened circles lining them. His eyelids appeared red and puffy, as though he’d been crying, though all evidence of tears had long since perished. Lucas could feel the exhaustion flowing off of him in waves, and for the first time, he saw just how crushed beneath the crown’s weight his former lover had become.
“I have an urgent matter to discuss, your majesty.” Lucas forced a small bow, attempting to maintain formalities, despite every fiber of his being screaming at him to act otherwise.
Vin winced instinctively, before straightening up, and waving the knight into the room.
“Of course.” The king cleared his throat. “What is it?”
“Sir Remus and I have just returned from Widow’s Wild. Unfortunately, we were unable to locate the missing ghouls.” Lucas held his voice steady, doing his best to disregard the nerves threatening to push through it.
“As expected.” Vin let out a melancholic sigh.
“There is something else…” Lucas started, taking a deep breath, as Vin raised an inquisitive brow. “On our return through Riverbend, we caught sight of Honterran soldiers entering one of the cottages.”
Vin’s brow furrowed, his eyes furiously darting with confusion.
“Honterran soldiers? Are you certain?” He asked, pleading for the slightest air of uncertainty in Lucas’s testimony.
“I am.” The knight confirmed.
Vin closed his eyes, attempting to calm himself, despite his clenched jaw and tensed body betraying him. Drawing a deep breath, he directed Lucas to continue.
“Upon interrogation, the farmer divulged to us that Honterran soldiers had been frequenting the area for the past several months, making deals with the curse-borns there.”
“What kind of deals?” Vin pressed with a low growl.
“Your majesty,” Lucas continued, articulating his phrasing carefully, “they’re making deals to… well, what I imagine to be a sort of… escalation to the war in Honterra.”
Vin paused, allowing the knight’s words to soak into his mind for a moment before, reluctantly, urging the continuance of the deeply unsettling conversation.
“How exactly?” Vin asked, sternly, certain that he did not want to know the answer, but needing it nonetheless.
“Curse-borns… are being contracted to kill Honterran humans.” Lucas swallowed hard, nervously gnawing at his bottom lip.
At first, it was quiet. Like the calm before a storm. That brief moment of hope that made you feel like, perhaps, the damage wouldn’t be too severe. And then, the young knight watched as Vin’s heart fell, and every emotion a person could possibly feel began battling within him for dominance. He was furious, and devastated, and homicidal. His body trembled with rage, even though his mind was trying desperately to quell it. Hunching over his chair, his long fingernails unconsciously dug into the leather backing, leaving in it deep indents and scratches. His jaw was clenched so hard, Lucas feared his teeth might crack.
“Your highness-” Lucas began, but was abruptly interrupted by the aforementioned chair being slung across the room, slamming into the wall hard enough to break off one of its legs.
Panting heavily, Vin ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his face twisted into a vicious scowl. Lucas glanced between the king and the, now broken, wooden chair. Never in his life had he ever recalled seeing Vin act in such an aggressive way, and it was then that he realized just how much had changed in these few, short, months. Vin wasn’t the same person he had been when they parted ways, and Lucas wondered if he too had changed in equal measure. But it was the next thought that crossed his mind that made his body shudder. If Vin knew the truth, would he still hold enough compassion in his heart to not resent him for it?
“My apologies.” Vin straightened his shirt, refusing to make eye contact, afraid of the expression he might be met with if he did.
They stood silently for a few moments, waiting for the air around them to lighten, before eventually accepting that it wasn’t going to.
“How many have accepted the deal?” Vin asked, returning to his formal tone.
“I don’t know, for certain.” Lucas replied, catching a bitter glare from the king. “Your highness, it would be impossible to know with any amount of accuracy.” He insisted. “However, given the time period for which these events have been allowed to occur… I would imagine a fair amount.”
“Let me guess, they were offered protection in exchange for their services.” Vin spat, sharply.
Lucas nodded and Vin let out a long, defeated sigh.
“The ghouls that went missing, do you think they were involved in one of these deals?”
“I don’t believe so.” Lucas answered, confidently. “Both the woman and her son went missing, and the child’s father was human, so I believe their abduction was unrelated.”
“Are you stating, formally, that they were abducted by Honterrans?” Vin pried for confirmation.
“There was no evidence to the contrary.” Lucas stated, firmly. “I cannot make that statement officially, but, unofficially, I believe it to be the only conclusion of merit.”
“So his attacks are based solely on his whims.” Vin muttered to himself.
“If I may speculate, my king, I suspect that King Wilfred may have ulterior motives in waging this war. I believe the eradication of curse-borns may only be part of what he wants.”
Vin crossed his arms tightly, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger.
“He wants the land.” Vin concluded, gaining a brief nod of agreement from Lucas. “So, of course he’d start with Valkevilla. We have an abundance of resources, plenty of established trade relationships, and the lowest level of defense of any of his neighboring countries.” He dragged his hand down his face. “If he takes Valkevilla…”
“Nothing will stop him from taking the others.” Lucas finished, the gravity of the situation growing by the minute. “And, I imagine the war would seem much easier to win if his citizens had a more personal investment in his cause.”
“It would certainly give his sentiments a more solid foundation.” Vin shuffled over towards the table, where the map had rested, unmoved, since the war began. Leaning over it on his palms, his head hung low, he studied the map. “We’ll send more men to secure the border, and I’ll send word to Elvenwood about our suspicions.”
“Very well-”
All of a sudden, Lucas was overcome by a wave of lightheadedness, and found himself unable to finish his sentence. Abruptly, he gripped at the table to steady himself as his head began to spin.
“Lucas?” Vin’s attention immediately snapped towards the sandy-blonde, his voice thick with concern.
“I’m fine.” Lucas grunted through his brewing nausea. “It’ll pass.” His voice wavered as he focused on keeping the floor still, instead, resigning himself to squeezing his eyes shut and avoiding the matter entirely.
“Lucas, what’s wrong?” Vin’s voice was becoming more panicked as he noticed that, whatever it was, wasn’t passing.
“I’m fine-” The dizziness finally taking its toll, Lucas began to wobble, his knees threatening to buckle beneath him.
“Lucas!” Vin rushed to the knight’s side, quickly wrapping an arm around him to hold him steady.
Lucas did everything in his power to right himself, even praying to the gods to regain his bearings, at least long enough to escape the solar, but it seemed his prayers were going to go unanswered. He could feel Vin’s warm body pressed against his own, trembling with nerves. Slowly, the king guided him towards the remaining leather chair, and carefully lowered him into it.
“I’ll send for Alistair-” Vin stepped towards the door, but found his wrist in the surprisingly tight grip of the ill man, stopping him short.
“Don’t.” Lucas huffed with a wince as pain pierced through his skull.
“Nonsense!” Vin furiously ripped his hand away. “You’re clearly unwell!”
“Please.” Lucas pleaded, the pain subsiding for the moment.
“Enough!” Vin returned, sharply, once again making his way towards the door.
But as the young king turned away, Lucas, barely clinging to consciousness, lunged forward, gripping the man’s arm with all the strength he could muster.
“Vin!”
Whipping around, Vin’s eyes were met with a hazy, half-lidded, golden stare. Fresh beads of dewy sweat lined Lucas’s brow and his face had gone pale. His chest heaved as he panted. Then, his grip loosened, and his body slumped forward.
“Lucas!” Vin exclaimed, sliding beneath the muscular man, and propping him back up in the chair. He gripped Lucas’s shoulders tightly to hold him still, anxiously studying his face, brows upturned with worry.
The man’s head bobbed slightly, and Vin moved a shaky hand to gently caress his pale cheek.
“Why won’t you let me help you?” He hissed through clenched teeth.
Lucas lifted his gaze. Even amidst the world’s blurred focus, he could see Vin’s crimson eyes piercing into his own. His chin quivered against his will, and a single tear escaped, trickling down his cheek, brushing along Vin’s slender fingers, and as it did, Vin’s expression softened.
“I’m… sorry…” Lucas trailed off as a blackened haze slowly crept into his vision and consumed him.
Lucas awoke to the comfortable warmth of soft linen sheets, and the scent of fresh lavender and cedar wood. The golden glow of early morning sun danced through the window, illuminating the all too familiar room.
The ghost of a headache still lingered, and his stomach felt dreadfully uneasy. Shifting to prop himself up, he glanced to his side, finding an overly exhausted, and seemingly very unamused, Vin sitting slouched in the chair beside the bed. Sunlight haloed around him, casting his face in a dully lit shadow.
Before Lucas had a chance to speak, Vin produced a glass drinking vessel, filled with a thick, red liquid. Extending his arm towards him, he nodded, beckoning Lucas to take it. Hesitantly, he accepted the cup, blankly staring at it as he held it in his lap.
“Drink.” Vin instructed, flatly.
Giving the king a sideward glance, he swallowed hard, before returning his gaze to the cup. His brows furrowed as he nervously bit at his lip. He had never drank blood before. At least, not that he could recall, and certainly not in human form.
Apprehensively, Lucas lifted the glass to his lips, and took a small sip. It was thicker than he’d expected, and clung to his tongue with a somewhat sweet, iron flavor. He imagined it would be similar in taste to licking melted sugar off of an old sword. It’s not that he hated it. He found it rather interesting on its own. However, had he been given the choice between a juicy, rare steak and a bowl of blood soup, the decision wouldn’t require much deliberation.
“You’ll get used to it.” Vin assured, noticing Lucas’s slightly confused and mildly disgusted expression.
Lucas gave the dark-haired man a confused glance. Vin’s cheek rested against his fingers, his eyes heavy, with dark circles that could rival a moonless night. It was becoming increasingly more obvious to Lucas that he hadn’t slept.
The room grew heavier, and a pit began to form in Lucas’s stomach. Something about the way Vin looked at him put him on edge, and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Growing uneasy, he returned his attention to the glass, giving it a light twirl, watching the blood swirl around the edges.
“You weren’t going to tell me, were you?” Vin interrupted the silence, his voice low, with a broken weight.
Lucas snapped his gaze back to Vin’s, his heart skipping a beat, and as he stared into those crimson eyes, he realized what about them had left him so unsoothed. The light was gone, and sadness had taken its place.
“W-what are you-”
“Lucas.” Vin stopped the knight short before he could continue further into his faltering bluff. “I know.”
The haze of the night before came into clearer focus. Not entirely, but he certainly remembered delivering the report, coming down with a bout of illness and then… nothing. He gulped.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?”
Lucas’s eyes flickered as tears threatened to well, his chin starting to quiver. There it was. The question he’d dreaded answering the most since this all began, finally here to taunt him.
“How could I?” Lucas whispered shakily. The drinking vessel shook as his hands trembled, sending small ripples over the blood’s surface. His heart pounded in his ears, and everything fell deathly quiet. Fresh sobs pressed into Lucas’s throat, and he firmly clamped his jaw shut to suppress them.
Vin just stared. His heart had been emptied so many times, there was hardly anything left in it to fight with. The entirety of his being had been cracked apart, over, and over, and over again. But this was different. This was a lie. A betrayal he had been sold by the one person in this world he trusted most. He’d spent the entire night trying to understand why Lucas had done it. Why he would ever wish to keep their child a secret from him. And as he had watched the loosely draped sheets rise and fall with Lucas’s breath as he slept, he felt himself drifting further and further away from him.
Slowly, Lucas broke his gaze, unwilling to let the king see his tears fall. In his heart, the weight of this moment felt heavier than he’d ever imagined possible. Before, it was simply a concept that he had fooled himself into believing would never come to pass. But, now that he sat firmly in the thick of it, mere feet away from the father of his child, he’d come to the realization that all of the justifications he’d made for keeping the baby a secret were only masks, hiding a much more devastating truth. That at his deepest depth, he was simply afraid.
“I'm nobody… I come from nowhere.” Lucas finally spoke, his voice timid. “You can’t tell me you don’t understand.” His breath hitched.
“I don’t.” Vin insisted, unconsciously leaning towards the bed.
“You’re a king!” Lucas snapped his misty eyes back towards Vin’s, fresh tear tracks glistening against his flushed cheeks.
Vin jolted slightly.
“I’d ruin everything.” Lucas’s voice wavered, cracking through the tears, as he hunched over, pressing his face into his palm.
Vin sat quietly for a moment, watching the young knight sob, his heart sinking into his stomach. After all this time, Lucas still saw himself as the commoner that walked through the castle gates with a stolen copper clutched in his fist. A man of no nobility, with nothing of value to his name. A man unworthy of holding a king.
“It was just…” Lucas hiccupped, “easier if you didn’t know.” He drew a choppy breath, his low voice descending further into a broken whisper. “I can’t protect you now.”
Pushing himself up from his chair, body unexpectedly stiff from his prolonged residency in it, Vin shuffled around the bed, reaching over, and gently removing the nearly tipped glass from Lucas’s trembling grip. He placed the vessel on the wooden side table, next to the fresh bouquet of lavender flowers, then turned towards the distressed man sobbing in his bed.
“Is that all you see yourself as? My protector?”
Lucas drew a sharp breath, attempting to calm himself, but failing miserably. His eyes remained fixed on his lap, and he dared not move them. Then, he felt the bed dip to his side, as Vin sat down beside him.
“Lucas…” Vin spoke calmly, twiddling his fingers. “I don’t… I didn’t mean to-” He let out a frustrated sigh as the words kept getting caught in his throat. “I never meant to make you feel that way.” He turned to face Lucas. “That was never how I saw you.”
The knight folded his arms across his body, squeezing them tightly, still refusing to look up.
“If I can’t protect you,” his voice low and crackled, “then, what good am I?”
Slender fingers softly caressed Lucas’s cheek. Gently, Vin pulled the sandy-blonde’s golden gaze to meet his own. His eyes were red and swollen, and his face had been thoroughly dampened with tears. Guilt swirled in Vin’s stomach, heightening with each passing moment. He had spent an entire, sleepless, night, wondering what he might say when Lucas finally awoke. How severely he’d tell him off for what he had done, because he so desperately wanted Lucas to feel the same hurt that he had. But now, watching the tears spill from his golden eyes, he found himself wanting none of those things.
“You’re plenty good.” Vin whispered as his own eyes began to mist over. “You will never need to prove yourself to me.” He smiled kindly, his voice quivering slightly at the end. “Perhaps… it’s my turn to protect you.”
Lucas swallowed hard, his body jerking from a shaky inhale, as Vin wiped a few tears away with his thumb.
“If nothing else, can you at least allow me to do that?”
Biting his lip, Lucas nodded, and Vin released a slow breath, pressing his forehead against Lucas’s. Slowly, he slid his hand down, reaching for Lucas’s, and gripping it tightly. There they sat, together, finally in the grace of peace. Then, Lucas pulled away to look Vin in the eyes.
“There is something… I wish to say,” Lucas spoke softly, and slightly unsure, “but I know I shouldn’t.”
“What is it?” Vin brushed away a stray strand of blonde hair from the lycan’s face.
“I still…” Lucas pressed his lips together for a brief moment, studying the other man’s sharp features, his lightly tanned skin glowing in the rays of the morning sun, and he felt himself grow overwhelmed by the beauty before him. Seeing him now made him realize just how little his memories had done him justice. Even with the dark circles and untamed hair, he was still the most beautiful creature Lucas had ever seen. “I love you.”
Vin’s eyes widened, his lips parting slightly with surprise, as his heart skipped a beat. Still, after all this time, after everything that had happened, Lucas had never stopped loving him. And for the second time, those three words rang in his ears, but this time, he had no intention of standing idly by while he watched them fade away.
“I know I’m forbidden to-”
In a wave of passionate impulse, Vin sprang forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Lucas’s neck, a deep kiss pushing the words back into the pregnant man’s throat. Never in their lives had either of them tasted anything so sweet. Cautiously, Lucas moved his hand around Vin, before gripping him tightly and pulling him close, until their bodies were flush against each other. Tongues delicately danced around sharpened teeth, the sweet taste of blood still lingering on Lucas’s lips.
Catching his breath, Vin pulled away slightly, their noses still brushed up against each other’s. His crimson eyes shimmered with new light, and finally, he felt at home.
“I love you, too. I always have.”
Lucas nearly choked as a smile danced on the corner of his lips. His heart pounded heavily, and butterflies fluttered in his stomach. For so many years, he had longed to hear those words, even though he knew he could never have them. Because he was a nobody, from nowhere, who dared to love a prince. Who dared to love a king.
His fingertips traced over Vin’s cheek, and he placed another, gentle kiss upon his lips, slowly leaning back, guiding Vin down onto the bed with him.
“You taste like blood.” Vin whispered breathily with a smile, as he wrapped his arm around Lucas, snuggling into the muscular man’s chest.
“Oh?” Lucas raised a brow. “Should I drink more, then?” He asked, playfully through a mischievous grin.
“Yes.” Vin returned. “But, not for me.” Suddenly, his tone became more serious, and after a brief pause, he continued. “Vampires need blood to survive, you know. If you don’t feed them properly,” lightly, his hand slid over Lucas’s chest, down towards the protruding bump of his belly, “the baby will take what it needs from you until you have nothing left to give.” His fingers delicately traced circles around the moderately sized swell. “That’s why you felt so ill, and fainted.” He let out a long sigh. “Had you just told me-”
“I know.” Lucas interjected. “I’m sorry.” He gently rubbed Vin’s back with his thumb. “I should have, I know that. I just… couldn’t.” His voice faltered, and he pressed his lips together tightly to prevent more words from escaping until he had thoroughly collected himself. “I thought I’d be exiled. Or worse.” He drew a shaky breath, fresh tears, once again, clouding his vision. “I was afraid you’d hate me.” His voice barely more than a whisper.
Propping himself up on his elbow, Vin gazed into Lucas’s tear filled eyes, gently wrapping his fingers around the side of his neck, a slender thumb tracing over his jaw.
“There is nothing in this world that would make me hate you. Especially not this.” He watched Lucas’s golden eyes flicker as he fought against his quivering chin. “You have given me a gift, Lucas.” He gave him a reassuring smile. “And I will treasure it for as long as I live.”
“Don’t make me cry again, you sentimental prick.” Lucas let out a relieved laugh, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.
“You were already crying before I said anything.” Vin giggled, pressing a kiss onto Lucas’s soft lips, then nuzzling back down against his chest.
They laid together quietly for a short while, peacefully embraced in each other’s warmth. The rise and fall of Lucas’s chest was nearly enough to lull Vin to sleep, and with the gradually increasing weights tugging at his lids, he feared it very well would.
“When you fainted… I was so worried about you that I didn’t even notice.” Vin spoke softly, his hand once again drifting towards the bump, caressing it gently. “It seems so obvious, now.” His fingers lightly danced over it. “It’s not exactly small, is it?”
“I suppose it isn’t.” Lucas agreed with a sigh.
With a hint of curiosity, Vin cautiously tugged at Lucas’s shirt, sliding it up to expose his bare belly. Where rippling abs had once been, was now a firmly rounded swell. He pressed his palm against it, suddenly overcome with emotion.
“They’re right there.” Vin whispered.
Lucas smiled softly, moving his hand down, resting it over his slightly rounded belly, and interlacing his fingers with Vin’s. Beneath their palms, growing safely within his womb, was their child. The one piece of indisputable evidence that proved they had once loved each other, and that they always would love each other. He held everything he had ever wished to hold in that one hand, and he never wanted to let it go, lest it all be a dream that would vanish the moment he did.
“Can you feel them?” Vin asked, interrupting Lucas’s thoughts.
“Not really.” He answered with a hint of melancholy. “There are times when I think I can, but they're such… tiny little flutters that I can’t help but feel like it’s all in my head.”
“You’ve always been rather observant, so if you thought you did, you most likely have.”
It was such a pleasant thought, being able to feel his baby stirring, and as much as he wanted to believe it was true, his mind would always stop him, telling him it was anything else. But, soon enough, their little bun wouldn’t be so little, and his mind would no longer be able to play such cruel pranks on him.
“Lucas,” Vin started, his tone growing somber, “there’s something you need to know.”
“What is it?”
“As per the agreement with Elvenwood, I…” The words clung to Vin’s throat. He desperately did not want to say what he needed to say, but he had no choice. Gathering his nerves, he pushed himself to continue. “The agreement requires-”
“An heir of elven blood.” Lucas finished.
Vin shifted his gaze to meet Lucas’s, his brows slightly creased with apprehension. But, as he saw his love’s face remain calm and unchanged, his tension lightened.
“I know.” Lucas comfortingly stroked Vin’s back with his thumb. “And, even if I didn’t, I would have assumed as much.”
“Carmilla’s pregnant.” Vin forced out, before he had a chance to lose his nerve. He had expected some sort of reaction. At the very least, for Lucas to appear even the tiniest bit upset. But he didn’t, and it left Vin uncomfortably confused. “Are you not upset?”
“It’s not my place to be upset.”
“But, shouldn’t it be?”
Lucas gave a small, reassuring smile, and shook his head.
“We don’t exactly live normal lives, and this isn’t some affair with a woman across the way.” He raised his brows and cocked his head, with a bit of an unserious frown. “If anything, metaphorically speaking, I would be the woman across the way.”
Vin rolled his eyes, fighting a grin, as he settled back down, nuzzling into Lucas’s warm chest.
“I wish we lived normal lives.” He sighed.
“It has its merits.” Lucas agreed. “But having lived one once, I don’t think I would exchange the life I have now for it.”
“Easy for you to say.” Vin groaned. “You're not the one with two children to raise with only mere months between them.”
“And to think, all those times we trained together, I never would’ve guessed you were such an excellent shot.”
Vin whipped his chin up to deliver a joking glare towards the pregnant lycan, who himself was displaying a playful grin. After a moment, Vin buried his flushed face in Lucas’s chest, attempting to muffle his laughter. Lucas pulled him close, leaning forward to brush a kiss atop the vampire’s head.
“I’ll be right there with you, every step of the way. And anything you need of me, I will gladly do.”
“Thank you, Lucas.”
The knight smiled softly, but Vin didn’t see, as he had already drifted off to sleep.
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82). "You know I trust you, right?" With Melody and Kyrie (Knight AU) ? l love them :D
Anon thank you so much! I continued from the cave in for them it seemed like a fun choice! Thank you so much for sending it in!!
Truth of Trust
Kyrie held back a groan as he woke up. Another nightmare of how that cave in could have gone wrong. He hoped they’d stop if he could check on Melody, but that was still a while away. Byss and Pel had to get a lot of materials to repair the crack in his armor. That mixed with Melody’s injuries being a lot worse than they seemed meant no news. He pulled himself to a sitting position.
He knew he was lucky giants didn’t have to eat or drink often. It would be a lot harder to deal with times like this. He bent forward, stretching his arms towards his feet. He froze up when he found a small form standing in the clearing of his home. If he’d just grown he might have thought it was Melody, but it was clear Caprice was the small person standing there staring at him. The small man had his jaw set with his arms crossed. Kyrie felt like he’d been caught doing something wrong.
“Caprice?” he mumbled. The brunette nodded his head and stepped closer. Kyrie would prefer not to move, but he couldn’t hold this position very long. He sat back up, staying as hunched over as he could.
“You don’t seem injured, that's good,” the small mage said. Kyrie nodded. “I… Melody’s doing better. She can walk around, just shouldn’t do too much. The medicine we have is making her a bit out of it though.”
“I’m glad she’s doing alright…” Kyrie tried to keep his smile small. Caprice had always intimidated him. It took him longer than Melody to bother calling Kyrie anything other than sir knight. As far as he was concerned any progress in being trusted by the mage was ruined by his secret.
“I… I need someone to watch her. I have to take care of something and we can’t rely on Nutmeg’s size staying stable enough to keep her home.”
“Pel and Byss aren’t anywhere nearby. I could try and find th-”
“I came to you, not them.” Kyrie winced at the harsh tone. “She wants to see you and she said she’ll get here on her own once I leave. I… I need you to keep her safe while I’m gone.”
“I can’t leave here. Pel’s not around to spread the enchantments or the illusion either.”
“I’ll bring her to you. So will you keep an eye on her?”
Kyrie hesitated, but eventually nodded. Caprice seemed to soften just before digging his hands into his bag. The mage pulled out two bottles, but it wasn’t possible for Kyrie to tell the contents. He dumped some of one on the ground then dumped the other on himself. Kyrie widened his eyes when the small man disappeared. It was the first time he’d seen a transport potion actually used. The bottle Caprice emptied on the ground must have been to bring the twins back to him. He kept his eyes on the empty spot as he climbed to his feet, wary of being too close when they returned. A flash of light occurred in the spot just as he started to take a step back.
Kyrie hesitated when he saw Caprice supporting Melody. It felt easier to just stay still and wait, but he couldn’t. The longer he stood the more likely the illusion keeping him hidden would break. He moved quickly, first to his knees then lying on his stomach. He folded one arm under his head using the other to circle around the two humans.
Melody pulled herself from Caprice and walked towards Kyrie. She sent him a big smile that made his heart pound. He smiled down at her, relieved to see her up and moving again. Despite both the twins saying it was a boulder from the cave in, he couldn’t believe it. He would have smelled blood if it was from that. Plus he saw her hit the ground from his shove.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can. Mel don’t forget what I’m doing,” Caprice said. The mage dumped another potion on himself before either could respond. He was alone with Melody now, something amazing and terrifying.
Kyrie couldn’t think of a thing to say. Melody didn’t try to talk, she usually did. Instead she started to walk around. It seemed almost like she was dancing. He’d always thought there was a grace to her movements, but she’d never believe him. Grace may not be the best word, it might be care. Either way it reminded him why he loved to be near her.
“Caprice panicked when he came to get me,” she said suddenly. Kyrie jumped, frowning when his movements made her stumble in her near waltz. “He thought I was overreacting about your size because I hadn’t met a giant before. He forgot about the one he and I met. Although it might have just been someone who looked like my brother with me.”
“He didn’t seem scared,” Kyrie whispered. He chose to ignore the lookalike comment. She’d know if it wasn’t him, illusions didn’t work against her. She hummed a bit before facing him with a big grin.
“He was staring at your leg for ten minutes before you sat up. Although he did move past the size quickly. He had different complaints.” She spun around before staring straight up at him. “The stupid giant acted like I wasn’t there to get his help. Talking about the others. Then he said my name all weird. Like he was going to call me Cap and changed his mind. He should know it’s fine by now.”
Kyrie couldn’t stop himself from laughing as she mocked Caprice. She didn’t even try to get his voice right, just speaking with a lower tone. He heard her laugh with him. He stopped and just listened to the laugh he enjoyed. It was so free. He knew there was a lot she hid about herself even now. The laugh was like a beacon of hope to him, a promise of survival.
“The medicine Caprice has me taking almost makes me feel like I’m walking on air,” she said. “It makes me want to use my wings.”
“You have wings?” he asked. She turned away from him. “Did you grow them after Pel left?”
“I don’t have wings.” He wanted to ask more, but the way she emphasized I kept him silent. There was something she couldn’t or wouldn’t say. Regardless he’d never push her. He brought his hand a bit closer to her, leaving plenty of room for her to return to her walking.
“Well, I can always hold you in the air.” She didn’t turn to look at him. When she finally turned her smile seemed strained. “Melody, I don’t mind if there are things you can’t tell me.”
“Thank you.” Her voice was quiet enough he almost missed it. They watched each other in silence again, Melody staying still. Eventually she offered him a real smile before beginning to walk next to his hand.
She returned to the pseudo waltz as she walked. Eventually starting to hum with it. Despite his attempts to focus on now, to just be happy she was here, alive, and healthy, tears slid down his face. She kept up her wandering without looking his way. He preferred it, she’d been almost killed because of him.
“You know I trust you, right?” she asked. It caught him off guard, the serious tone didn’t match how she’d been acting. Melody leaned her back against his hand. She wasn’t out of it at all, he could see the change. “I’d hoped acting silly might make you calm down. It wasn’t working. Honestly I feel more like when I steal some of your drink at the tavern.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. The tears were falling constantly now. All he wanted was to go back and stop himself from pushing her. To use another way to protect her. He could have grabbed her and held her. He could have done something different.
“Did you know my armor has some spells to see how I get injured. Cap and I change out the enchantments and prepared spells if we see something leaving me vulnerable.”
“So Caprice knew… that’s why he was scared. You both sh-”
“Nope. You did hurt me, I can’t lie about that.” He grimaced. The tears cascading down his cheeks made him feel guilty. He shouldn’t get to cry over hurting her from his own choices. It was just like his nightmares, one day he would go too far. “You pushed my stomach not my chest and caused a pretty awful bruise. Cap thinks something inside had been hurt a little, but the healing in the armor took care of it before I could feel most of it. Then I hit my head when I landed after your shove.”
“Melody you couldn’t speak. When you got home you couldn’t walk there’s no way that-”
“A. Boulder. Fell. On. Me.” He bit his tongue to keep himself from speaking again. When she spoke like that he knew better than to even risk interrupting. If he did he’d be lucky if she even spoke to him again before a week passed. “It landed squarely on my chest and crushed my ribs. If the healing hadn’t already been working because of your shove I would have been hurt a lot more.
“Plus, anything else probably would have killed me. If your armor cracked before the cave-in separated us then you would have pulled me closer. If you kept me close we would have been lucky to both survive, even if you blocked it or were careful when your armor cracked things wouldn’t be smooth. Kyrie I trust you. This isn’t the first time you saved my life and I know it won’t be the last.”
Melody stood back up and started to climb on his hand. He tilted it to make it easier, reluctant to fight her while she healed. She curled up on one of his fingers so he couldn’t curl it over her. He couldn’t believe her, but he’d seen her lie. She wasn’t this good at it. He risked pulling his hand closer to himself.
“I still hurt you,” he said.
She raised an arm up to the sky. After a second she made a grabbing motion. She did that a lot, just holding her hand out. Usually he’d grab her hand and hold it for a few seconds. Right now all he could manage was bringing his thumb close to her. That small small hand grabbed his thumb like a lifeline. It almost felt like she was relying on him to keep her there.
“And I’m alive because you did,” she said. “Kyrie, I can’t make you believe me, but I know you wouldn’t hurt me on purpose. I’m going to keep trusting you. Plus Cap and I can work with Pel for better protection in my armor from your strength. That way if it ever happens again you won’t even bruise me.”
“I don’t think you should trust me,” he whispered. It was the first time he tried to voice his thoughts. “I’ve had so many nightmares where I hurt you. I just… if it ever happens, really happens, I don’t know what I’d do.”
“You’d do everything to find a way to help me after, and I’d tell you how to do it. When Cap gets back I’ll have him show you the history spell we put in the armor. It can prove you weren’t the reason I got hurt so badly.”
“How can you act like this so easily?”
“Because it’s you.”
He let the words hang in the air, slowly moving his thumb to be able to see her better. He didn’t have an argument, he didn’t have ways to make her hate him. He couldn’t use them if he did, he could never hurt her on purpose. It didn’t feel like she was seeing him anymore. More like she was staring past him. He worried when she grabbed her right arm, bringing her closer to his face.
“Did you know, a lot of people hate me for being part fae. They think I’m a changeling or something else entirely. They don’t know the truth, just stories. You’re one of the first not to hate what I am,” she said. Her voice sounded weak. He decided to move her. Gently, he tipped his finger so she slid down into his palm.
“I can’t see a reason to hate you. Nothing about you changes by being fae,” he said. She rolled onto her side facing away from him.
“Someday, I’ll tell you about my wings. About the giant I met with someone who looked like Caprice, why I left my home, where Cap went today. I don’t know when, but I will.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to. I can’t right now, but someday I will. Just like someday you’ll believe me when I say I trust you. When I say I feel safe when you’re holding me.”
“I don’t trust myself.”
“Do you trust me?”
“I love you as much as I trust you.”
“Then trust that I trust you. I don’t have a death wish. I wouldn’t stick around if I thought you’d kill me.”
“I’ll try.”
“Kyrie… I love you.”
His face went bright red. Melody hadn’t said it quite so plainly before. Any hopes of responding died as the small weight in his palm grew heavy. Her breathing evened out. He watched, squinting his eyes a little, to see her chest moving. He couldn’t understand how she would trust him, but he did trust her. He’d try to push his doubts away and have faith in her instincts like usual. Trust that she saw something he missed in the monster she faced.
#awkwardanswers#knightau#oc:melody#oc:kyrie#oc:caprice#gt#giant/tiny#giant tiny#g/t#g/t writing#gt writing#gianttiny#gt community#g/t community#if the anon about the past sees this. there's a lore drop coming
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GAE GAL GOES GAE KNIGHT!!! Obsidian Dragon comes to the rescue--- mygodimcringeagain
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Good Knight Sweet Prince update (138,222)
Chapter 18 (9k)
18/20 were nearly there although I’m not promising it won’t accidentally get an extra chapter
#buddie#911 fox#Buddie fic#911 fic#911fic#prince!knightau#good knight sweet prince#eddie x buck#eddie diaz#evan buck buckely#911 abc#911 fanfiction
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next part of the roommate series should be posted soon, I'm working on another fic series with price in the knightAU! i want to do so i'm flip flopping between them
Also more asks should get done when I get the time so sorry they take forever
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I'm living for the knightAU everyone is going rabid over. But ngl I'm also interested in the angst of it. The longing glances as Tanks suitors try to court her. Tank looking the other way as fellow ladies of the court take interest in Price. They knowing they may truly never be together because of titles so they take any soft spoken word, subtle touch or look they can. But also I wanna headcannon Dr O'Brian as wearing the full plague garb 🤣 just lurking in the corner like the local cryptid<3
I’ve been literally waiting for you to comment 🤣💖
It would be torturous, so your right any interaction would mean so much, he would probably hang around her a little too long on some occasions so wrapped up in her orbit that others in court or even the king would comment, meaning he would have to keep his distance for a day or two but still she would always take the long way around on her afternoon walks going past the training quarters her ladies never really complained they also liked the view of the other knights sparring or she would visit her horse in the stables which coincidentally was stabled right next to his. The looks across a crowded room, little grins if a certain member court walked in. They would 100% count the hours down till nightfall when they can scurry away into the shadows an be together, Garrick covering for him an her handmaidens for her. The would wholeheartedly be enamoured with each other no titles, no stations just an man an his beloved 💖. O’Brian would totally be lurking around every corner! An don’t even get me started on McKinley 😩⚔️
#captain price#captain john price#john price#price x tank#141 knights au#141 knight au#sir John price#lady tank#cod oc#cod headcanons#call of duty headcanons#cod knights au#knights au
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welcome to my humble blog! nothing much to see here, some art, some memes, some writing. a bit of everything to be honest.
but if you’re here because of my writing, then here’s the link to my ao3 profile. enjoy!
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>> god of war <<
🖼️ adult!atreus
🖼️ adult!atreus (full design)
🖼️📝 calliope lives AU (+writing)
🖼️ faye
🖼️ greek atreus
🖼️ faye vs thor
📝 the all-father (kratos the all-father)
🖼️📝 | as the sands of time shifts | (comic panel inspired by a fic - kratos &de-aged atreus)
🖼️📝 | gersemi & hnoss | (freyatos daughters)
🖼️ | golden hour | (freyatos)
🖼️ | sigyn | (nymph!sigyn)
🖼️ | freya the all-mother |
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🖼️ | the lynx | (x-men!OC)
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🖼️📝 dreamling (knightAU+writing)
🖼️📝 robyn lives AU (+link to a fic)
🖼️ death
🖼️ fem!dreamling
🖼️ lady morpheus (fem!dream)
📝 descendant of hob gadling
📝 dreamling (what if they met sooner?)
>> the witcher <<
📝 witcher!jaskier (geraskier)
📝 king!jaskier (geraskier)
📝 banshee!jaskier (geraskier)
>> random <<
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🖼️ | the angel | (angel!OC)
🖼️ coming soon
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We got knight renji on the scene!!!!! continuation for that au i have hehe
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Commission work for AyokaiW on twitter;
KnightAU Lapidot where Lapis is a knight and Per is more beast-like
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a selfinsert in knight au with cypher xD
knight au and cypher belongs to : @supa-yel
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So I had this little unfinished thing on my computer. It’s suppose to be the rival kingdom AU. Thought I’d give it to y’all to enjoy. I might post to my YouTube but we’ll see :D.
#au#tangled varian#tangled au#rapunzel's tangled adventure#tangled rapunzel#tangledfanart#knightau#rival kingdom au#tangled eugene#fanart#animatic#animation
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A Gift Unto the King
24
Our Future
Snow tapped against the window glass. Candles lit the dark room with a warm, orange glow. Plush sheets wrapped Lucas’s body with gentle comfort.
His body ached, and he dared not move. Everything felt hazy. He was tired. Sweat glistened on his brow, his blouse soaked through. Exhausted. Horribly exhausted.
The walls were familiar, but he couldn’t quite place them. Stone and wood, covered with winter tapestries. The castle. Somewhere in the castle. The smell, sweet lavender and cedar. He knew it. Vin. Vin’s chambers.
The door creaked open, cautiously, drawing Lucas’s attention. A slender, dark haired man entered the room. He was holding something delicately in his arms, and as he turned towards Lucas, the warm glow of the candle light flickered across his face. A tear soaked grin, so loving and kind. Lucas glanced at the bundle in Vin’s arms.
Then he heard it. The soft cries of a newborn. His newborn.
“I think he’s hungry.” Vin spoke softly, carrying the bundle over to him.
“He?” Lucas squeaked, taking the baby into his arms.
His skin was rosy red through a lightly tanned complexion, and a few tufts of wispy, brown hair graced his head. He looked so much like Vin. Then, he opened his eyes. Shimmering gold, just like Lucas’s.
Tears welled in Lucas’s eyes as he held the newborn close. He peered up at Vin, a soft smile on his lips.
Lucas lightly stirred awake, Vin’s arm wrapped around his middle. He could hear the vampire’s rhythmic snores against his back, peaceful and deep. As much as he hated to slide away, his stomach churned uncomfortably, and bitter experience had taught him that waiting it out was never a viable option.
Sour saliva filled his mouth as he quickly shuffled out of bed, jogging to the door. He ripped the door open with only a few moments to spare as burning bile spewed from his mouth. He sputtered and choked, trying to catch his breath. Each heave brought more bitterness to his tongue. Finally, the churning of his stomach settled—even if still uneasy—and he stood, hunched over, catching his breath. A gentle hand rubbed his back.
“Are you okay?” Vin asked softly.
“Mm- yeah.” Lucas grunted, straightening up.
Vin held out a cup of water to Lucas, which he gladly took, swishing out his mouth with a large gulp.
“Everything hurts.” Lucas sighed.
“I know.” Vin wrapped his arms around the sore werewolf, nuzzling into his muscular back. “Do you want me to get the bath ready?”
“Yes, please. And a ginger tea.”
“Anything else, your highness?” Vin giggled.
“Don’t push it.” Lucas joked, placing his hands over Vin’s.
“You’ll have to get used to it, you know.”
“The hell I will.” Lucas shot back.
A muffled chuckle vibrated into the werewolf’s back, as Vin rubbed a gentle thumb over his belly. Then, Lucas remembered his dream. Hazy and blurred, but still strongly present in his mind.
“Vin?” Lucas started, his voice slightly unsure.
“What is it, love?” Vin slowly withdrew his arms, and Lucas turned to face him.
“Do you remember when I requested safe passage for the villagers of Oakhill to Tellima?”
“Of course.”
“And I asked you to trust me.”
“And I did.”
“I never told you why.” Lucas took Vin’s hand’s into his own, his eyes fixed on them.
“It was important to you, I never needed a reason.”
“But, there was one.” Lucas gnawed at his lip, drawing a deep inhale. “My family… we’re seers. Well, sort of. I mean, my niece is a true seer, really intuitive. I’m not as much, but still-” He felt himself rambling, and sighed, trying to redirect his thoughts. “I went to Oakhill because I had a dream. A nightmare, really. Er- a prophecy, I guess.”
“Do you have prophetic dreams often?”
Lucas shook his head.
“Only on the full moon. My abilities are too weak, otherwise. Honestly, I don’t recall ever even having one until I fell pregnant.”
Vin nodded, taking a moment to process it, then, with sharp realization, his eyes darted to Lucas’s face.
“Wait, did you have a dream last night?” His heart began to race as anxiety tingled throughout his body.
Lucas slowly lifted his gaze to meet Vin’s. He looked slightly unsure, but not frightened, and that small observation set Vin’s heart at ease.
“What was it?” Vin pressed, his hand softly caressing Lucas’s cheek. “What did you dream about?”
“It’s going to sound insane.” Lucas sighed through a half laugh. “I don’t really know how to explain it. It was all so… strange.”
“Strange?” Vin tucked a strand of disheveled hair behind the werewolf’s ear.
Lucas was quiet for a moment. Even in his mind, it felt difficult to believe, and part of him was reluctant to tell Vin, but he couldn’t keep it from him. He didn’t want to.
Gathering himself, he opened his mouth to speak.
“I saw them, Vin.” Lucas’s eyes flickered briefly, his face softening as he faded into the memory of his dream. “I… I held him.”
“Lucas, what are you talking about?” Vin’s brows creased, eyes furiously flitting across his features. Then, he felt Lucas tug his hand over to the rounded swell of his middle, pressing it firmly in place. His gaze darted between Lucas’s eyes and the bump between them.
A small smile pulled at the corners of Lucas’s lips.
“It was hazy, but… it felt so real.”
“Wait, Lucas,” Vin gulped, “are you telling me that you saw our baby?” His heart thumped heavily.
Lucas nodded, choking out a giddy laugh.
“I did.” He grinned. “And he was beautiful.”
“He?” Vin’s eyes widened.
Lucas nodded, golden eyes misting over, as Vin’s gaze dropped to the lycan’s belly. His hand fell from the werewolf’s cheek, brushing against his middle, and holding it firmly.
“A boy? Are you sure?”
“As sure as I can be.” Lucas replied.
“A boy…” Vin whispered, his breath catching in his throat. “Our perfect little prince.”
Vin glanced up at Lucas, a radiant smile on his blushing face. He could hardly contain his excitement. With a wave of impulse, he wrapped his arms around Lucas’s neck, pulling him close.
“Ss- Ow, Vin.” Lucas hissed lightly, causing Vin to quickly withdraw.
“Sorry, sorry.” Vin apologized, wiping a dewy tear from his cheek. “I’ll make your tea and get your bath ready.”
“Thanks.” Lucas carefully straightened up, his body aching horribly.
“We should probably see Alistair, too.” Vin added, hustling inside towards the kitchen, Lucas tailing slowly behind.
“Why?” Lucas puzzled, lowering himself into the chair with a groan.
“Because you’re pregnant.”
“Mm- How could I forget?” Lucas gave his belly a playful pat, the baby stirring lightly beneath his touch.
“I just think it would be a good idea to make sure everything is alright.” Vin poured some fresh water into the pot to boil. “Maybe we can see if he has anything to help with the aches, while we’re there.”
“I’ll be fine, Vin. The pain will subside in a couple of days.” Lucas insisted.
Vin shot him a sideways glance, his face scrunched.
“What?”
“I thought maybe we could go before then.”
Lucas rolled his eyes and sighed.
“You wanted to go today, didn’t you?”
“Is that alright?” Vin asked timidly.
“That depends,” Lucas rested his cheek on his hand, giving the vampire a seductive glare, “what do I get in return?”
“Peace of mind?” Vin jokingly suggested.
“Wrong answer.” Lucas spoke through a crooked smile, his golden eyes glimmering in the sunlight.
“Hm…” Vin tapped his chin, walking over towards Lucas.
Bracing his hands against the arms of the chair, Vin leaned forward, inches away from the werewolf’s face. His crimson eyes scanned over Lucas, and he could hear the gentle thumping of his pounding heart. Steady and strong, beating with longing.
“I’m sure I can come up with something… But once I decide,” Vin smirked, “you’re mine.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Lucas leaned forward slightly, his words brushing against Vin’s lips.
“Baby, that’s one promise I will always keep.” Vin pressed his lips to the waiting werewolf’s in a loving peck. Pulling away, he gave Lucas a warm smile. “I think your tea is ready.”
Lucas sat on the edge of the infirmary bed, his knee anxiously bouncing. Vin placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.
“Relax.” He whispered softly.
“Says the person that isn’t about to be poked and prodded.” Lucas grumbled.
“It’s just a bit of measuring, everything will be fine.” Vin pressed a comforting kiss to his head.
“Mm-” Lucas grunted in his throat.
Vin pulled away, sliding to Lucas’s front, and kneeling before him. Settling the lycan’s bouncing leg, he peered up into his shadowed eyes.
“Hey, everything is going to be okay, Lucas. I promise.”
“I know.” Lucas sighed. “I just…” He huffed through his nose. “Examinations make me nervous. And I know it’s stupid, it’s just… I never end up in the infirmary for anything good.”
“This is good, isn’t it?” Vin’s fingers brushed over Lucas’s belly.
“Of course it is.” Lucas interlaced his finger’s with Vin’s. “But that doesn’t make me less nervous.”
Vin shuffled the hair out of Lucas’s face, revealing his anxiously creased brows. He felt bad, but it was also a little cute seeing such a large, muscular man nervous about something so harmless.
“Nothing bad is going to happen today, and I’ll be here the whole time.” Vin assured.
Lucas took a deep breath and nodded.
“Apologies for the delay, your highness. Sir Lucas.” Alistair stepped into the infirmary, carrying a few pouches of fresh ginger tea.
Vin quickly rose to his feet, directing his attention towards the healer.
“Angelique has been working diligently to refill our tea stores. Unfortunately, the queen’s morning sickness has been quite the uphill battle.” Alistair sighed defeatedly, placing the pouches on the table.
Lucas saw Vin visibly tense at the mention of Carmilla’s illness.
“Has there been no improvement?” Vin asked.
“I’m afraid not. Even the blood isn’t helping as much as we’d hoped. Angelique has been trying to find some more effective herb mixes, but so far, no luck.” Alistair rinsed his hands in the wash basin, drying them on a clean rag. “Best I’ve been able to manage is a mild transference spell to lessen her symptoms long enough to get some food down. The only downside is that it’s temporary, and makes me unbearably ill in her stead.”
“I’m sorry for that.” Vin’s voice lowered as shame tugged at his heart.
“Please, your highness, don’t be. I’m a healer. It’s my job to help people in any way that I can.” Alistair gave a reassuring smile as he approached the bed, a small ball of twine in his hand. “Besides, Angelique has been kind enough to fill in for me occasionally, and it really is only temporary, so there’s no real harm done.” He turned to the lycan. “Lay back against the pillows, please, Sir Lucas.”
Lucas did as he was instructed, fidgeting with the fluffy down pillows for a moment until he found a comfortable position. His heart was beginning to race, and he tried to focus on his breathing to soothe himself.
“Please keep me informed on Carmilla’s condition. I will do whatever I can to help.” Vin spoke firmly.
“As you wish.” Alistair replied, unwinding a bit of string. “Please lift your shirt, Sir Lucas.”
With a second’s hesitation, and a hard gulp, Lucas slid his blouse up to his chest, leaving his belly bare and exposed. He’d come to the quick realization that he didn’t much care for anyone looking at it in this state other than Vin. But he swallowed his discomfort, and allowed Alistair to proceed.
The healer gave it a quick inspection, palpating it gently, his face stoic. Once satisfied, he took out the unwound string, holding one end at the base of his belly, and trailing it across his navel, towards the fundus of his uterus. Marking the two points on the string with his fingers, Alistair walked over to the table and lined it up against the ell-wand.
“Have you noticed any odd sensations, ailments, thoughts, or cravings lately?” Alistair asked, taking down notes on a small piece of parchment.
“Aside from a tiny human wiggling around inside of me?” Lucas joked, attempting to ease his anxiety. “Not anything unusual. I mostly only feel ill around my moon cycles, and well…” he blushed at the thought of it, “I suppose my appetite has increased a bit.”
“That’s an understatement.” Vin quietly jested, earning a stern glare from his lover.
“That’s all fairly normal, I’d say. Especially for werewolves.” Alistair turned to face the couple. “I’m actually surprised you haven’t gained more weight. I do expect that to change as your pregnancy progresses, however, now that your morning sickness has passed and your nausea seems to be less frequent. That said,” he bobbed his head to the side, “your measurements were towards the larger side.”
“I figured as much.” Lucas stated, feeling Vin’s fingers slip into his hand.
“I assume you are experiencing regular fetal movement.”
“Everyday.” Lucas agreed.
“Then, everything seems to be going alright for now. We’ll keep an eye on your measurements. I’m not worried about them, they’re within the normal range for werewolves, however, depending on how quickly the baby grows, we may have to settle on a birth plan earlier rather than later.” Alistair stated matter-of-factly.
“Do you think he’ll go into labor early?” Vin asked, squeezing Lucas’s hand.
Lucas glanced up at the vampire, his face firmly set as he awaited Alistair’s reply.
“I can’t say for sure, there is still a ways to go, yet. But, it is a possibility we should take into consideration.”
Lucas tensed, his free hand now cupping the top of the swell. He hadn’t considered the possibility of the baby arriving early. How early was early? It was definitely snowing in his dream, but that didn’t mean anything. Winter’s were typically quite white throughout, the first snow of the year regularly falling by late autumn. That would settle him anywhere in the span of seven months to full term, if his math was right. Gods, why hadn’t his dream been more specific?!
“Lucas?”
“Huh?” The lycan grunted, snapping out of his daze.
“Are you alright?” Vin asked, his brows creasing with worry.
“Mm.” Lucas nodded. “I’m fine.”
Vin pressed his lips together, noting that whatever it was that had caused Lucas to drift was still very heavy on his mind, and he would certainly make it a point to ask about it later. For now, he would leave it be, sensing that whatever it was that was bothering him was something he didn’t wish to discuss with Alistair present.
“Would you like me to do an energy reading?” The healer asked.
Lucas’s eyes darted to Vin’s, seemingly unsure. Vin gave him a soft smile in return.
“It’s up to you. You’ve humored me enough for today, this choice is yours.”
Lucas gulped, gnawing at his bottom lip—by this point, it had been nibbled raw. He took a moment, glancing down at his rounded middle, then drew a deep breath.
“Okay.” He replied softly, his voice no stronger than a mouse’s.
Alistair nodded, making his way over to the cabinet. He returned with a small, leather pouch in his hands, and carefully, he untied the drawstring, removing a delicate, crystal pendulum. It glittered in the golden afternoon light, the very sight of it making Lucas’s heart thump.
He was nervous. Why was he nervous? He’d had a dream about him. A full moon dream. Certainly, there was no reason to be nervous, the baby would be perfectly fine. For gods’ sake, he saw him! He’d held him!
But, what if the dream had been wrong? What if it wasn’t a prophecy at all, and simply just wishful thinking? No, it couldn’t be that, it felt far too real to be as meaningless as that. Still, the anxiety remained.
Alistair dangled the crystal a few inches above his navel, and within seconds, it began to swing. Small circles, at first, then quickening into larger ones, strong and bold. Lucas’s eyes danced between the pendulum and the healer, trying to get a read on what he was thinking. After a few moments, Alistair stopped the pendulum, and smiled kindly, setting the lycan slightly more at ease.
“Nice and strong, just as I expected.” Alistair placed the pendulum back in its pouch. “You can sit up now, if you like.”
Lucas sighed with relief, hastily tugging his shirt over his belly, and stiffly pushing himself up from the pillows. Vin gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
“I’d like to see you again in a few weeks.” Alistair stated directly. “And this,” he held out a small, ceramic jar, “should help with the muscle aches.”
“Thank you.” Lucas graciously accepted the container. Gripping Vin’s hand, he allowed the vampire to help him to his feet.
“Feel free to come to me for anything you need. My door is always open.” Alistair bowed his head slightly.
Vin nodded, placing a gentle hand on the small of Lucas’s back, giving him a warm smile, before leading him out of the infirmary.
Once in the safety of the corridor, Lucas released the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, his body finally relaxing. A few silent steps down the hall, Lucas felt Vin firmly grip his arm, spinning him around, and pinning him to the cool, stone wall. Soft lips passionately pressed against his, making his heart flutter.
“Thank you, Lucas.” Vin whispered, pulling away. “Let’s go home.”
Lucas tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor, as he slowly lowered himself onto the edge of the bed. The bed frame creaked beneath his weight, further protesting as Vin climbed up behind him.
Shuffling onto his knees, Vin removed the lid from the ceramic jar, immediately hitting the pair with the potent aroma of eucalyptus, ginger, and spice. Plunging his fingers into the container, he scooped out a handful of cream, rubbing it between his palms, before pressing it onto Lucas’s bare skin.
Lucas shuddered at the initial coolness, relaxing into it as it warmed. Vin’s fingers worked over his tense muscles, and Lucas closed his eyes, letting out a small moan.
“That feels amazing.” Lucas bobbed his head.
“Good.” Vin’s hands trailed down his back, his thumbs massaging it deeply.
“Mm-” Lucas grunted, as the vampire applied pressure to an especially sore muscle.
“Sorry.” Vin whispered, lightening his tension, and sliding his hands up towards the lycan’s broad shoulders. Taking another scoop of cream, he rubbed Lucas’s arms until they were sufficiently covered. “I think I got everything I can get from here. Do you want to lay down?”
Lucas nodded, roughly shuffling his legs onto the bed, and scooting towards the headboard. Vin stacked both pillows, giving them a few rough fluffs, to give Lucas some extra plush padding to lean against.
As Lucas settled in, Vin positioned himself between his legs, giving his thighs a gentle squeeze.
“Pants.” Vin stated directly.
“You know how to take them off.” Lucas rolled his eyes with a playful smirk.
“Must I do everything?” Vin joked back.
“Hey, if you wanted an easy ride, you shouldn’t have done this to me.” Lucas exaggeratedly patted his rounded belly.
Vin snickered lightly and smiled, gently placing his hands against Lucas’s middle, before bending down to press a soft kiss to it. Pulling away, he leaned towards the lycan, their bellies brushing against each other’s.
“What fun is an easy ride, anyway?” Vin spoke, his words drifting over the werewolf’s parted lips.
“No fun at all.” Lucas whispered in return, their lips meeting passionately.
Vin slowly withdrew.
“Careful, Lucas,” Vin spoke lightly, with a smirk, “I don’t think you’re in any condition for this.”
“I suppose not.” Lucas pouted.
Vin nuzzled their noses together, Lucas scrunching his with a giggle.
“Let me take care of you, tonight, hm?” Vin pushed himself back, retreating to his knees, his fingers fumbling over the laces of Lucas’s trousers.
Lucas shuffled, lifting his hips slightly to allow the pants to slide off freely. A firm ache plunged into his lower back as he settled back onto the bed with a sharp hiss. Vin winced. Tossing Lucas’s pants aside, the vampire dipped his hand into the ceramic vessel, scooping out a handful of cream, warming it in his hands, and rubbing it onto Lucas’s calves, working his way up towards his thick thighs. Gently, he massaged the lycan’s tense muscles, his body relaxing beneath Vin’s careful touch. Inching towards Lucas’s hips, Vin’s thumbs rubbed smooth circles into the dips, traveling slowly towards his abdomen.
He started with the sides of Lucas’s waist, sweeping up and down with firm strokes. Then, the pressure eased as his hands wandered towards the swell. Warming more cream in his palms, he gently massaged it over Lucas’s taut belly. The faint stretch marks shimmered light pink, velvet soft under his fingers.
“You’re beautiful.” Vin whispered unconsciously, blushing violently as he caught himself.
“I don’t know about all that.” Lucas giggled, his belly bouncing under Vin’s hands.
“Well, I do.” Vin said with a loving smile, his face still flushed brilliant red.
“Compliment me anymore, and you’re gonna have to do something about it.” The lycan smirked.
“Well, I best keep my thoughts to myself then, lest I must pleasure you in such a delicate state.” Vin’s hands slid towards Lucas’s chest, rubbing his thumbs over his plush breasts. “It would be such a travesty if you were in too much pain to enjoy it.” Delicately, he met their lips, sweet and soft, the smallest smile tugging at the corners of Lucas’s mouth.
“Fair enough.” Lucas whispered.
Vin happily returned to his task, massaging every inch of Lucas’s sore, aching body with cream, peppering soft kisses over him—sweet and tender. Goose bumps danced over Lucas’s skin as Vin’s hands and lips brushed against him.
Finally, as the aches and pains began to subside—for the moment, at least—the lycan grabbed Vin’s hand, his fingers tracing the neckline of the vampire’s blouse.
“Feeling better?” Vin asked softly.
Lucas nodded, lightly gnawing at his bottom lip. Slowly, his hand slid towards the bottom hem of the shirt, shuffling it upwards. Quickly, Vin’s hand snapped to his, holding it in place.
“Lucas,” he sighed, “we can’t. Not tonight.” His tone was somber and firm.
“I know.” Lucas pressed his lips together in a crooked frown. “I just… would it be alright if we just laid together?” His golden eyes sparkled with longing. “Bare, I mean.”
Vin’s face softened, a gentle smile gracing his lips.
“Of course.” The vampire loosened his grip on Lucas’s hand, allowing him to slide the shirt up, tugging it over his head and tossing it aside. Fiddling with the laces of his pants, he shoved them over his hips, dropping them to the floor.
With a wiggle and a shuffle, he set the nearly empty ceramic jar aside, lowering himself onto the bed beside his lover. Lucas turned onto his side, sliding his leg over Vin’s, nestling it securely between his thighs. Grabbing his hand, and interlacing their fingers, he placed a soft kiss to the king’s knuckles with a gentle smile. Vin pressed his body against Lucas’s, the soft warmth pooling between them, comfortable and safe.
Wrapping his arm around the werewolf, Vin pulled him closer, nuzzling into his neck, breathing in the sweet aroma of his lover’s scent. There they stayed, firmly wrapped around each other, their nude forms fitting together like a perfect puzzle, for the rest of the night.
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ty ty anon! I used Byssal and Pel in the knight au. Figured how they met would be a good set up :D Prompt List
Luckier Than It Seemed
Pelago tried to cast a spell. The wards on the cage bounced it back, knocking her against the iron walls. She yelped, stumbling back to the safe center of her jail. The humans outside were laughing and celebrating capturing her. She’d finally made a mistake she couldn’t recover from. She just had to be curious about the strange cage, she just had to touch it. The second she was close to it she’d lost the spell making her human.
“How long do you think it’ll try to escape?” one of her captors laughed.
“All night at least, doesn’t matter. If it’s dead we’ll still make a good amount off it,” another answered.
“[Cruel humans! Others will make you pay!]” she shouted. She wouldn’t say anything they could understand, she’d rather them assume she’s cursing them.
“Shut up!”
Her cage was kicked, she was thrown into the iron. She screamed before scrambling to safety. Even if she got the door open, her wings were too burned to fly. It would take weeks to recover enough to get more than a simple flutter out of them. She hugged her knees to her chest and cursed her own curiosity.
“Did you hear that?”
“It came from over there. I’ll go check it out.”
She hated that they kept her prison on the ground. Each step shook her world as one of them went off. Probably finding another fae to capture. A cut off scream pulled her from her thoughts. Pelago used the magic she could muster to make sure she’d stay where it was safe in her cage. More heavy steps came close.
“Dan? You out there?” The human voice near her was too loud. She covered her ears before they could scream again. “This isn’t a funny joke, come back to the camp. We should sleep anyway.”
Complete silence. Her thumping heart was all the noise she could hear. The forest shouldn’t be this quiet. There should be the noise of life. Her own fear was growing worse. She didn’t want to go where these humans would take her, but if they disappeared she’d be trapped forever. A heavy boom sounded somewhere nearby.
“Dan knock it off!” Pelago pulled her wings close to her, that human Dan wasn’t coming back. The forest was too dead for him to be the one doing this.
Heavy booms came one after another now. She had to force herself to stay where the cage wouldn’t burn her more. The booming became clear steps as her cage bounced off the ground. The creature wasn’t trying to hide their weight. She squeezed her eyes shut, her best guess was a giant. That meant she’d either be abandoned or crushed.
“No way…” her captor breathed. She covered her ears and tried to think of home. She’d never see it again, but she did miss it. If she escaped she’d go back once her wings healed. She’d share the things she learned. She just had to survive. Another heavy boom, this time right next to her. She couldn’t hold in her scream as the cage bounced even higher off the ground.
A deep growl sounded. Pelago bit back her scream. Something worse than a giant had found her captors. A wolf found them. She’d be lucky if they just ignored her. Her magic could be useful for a wolf, and she was already trapped. She heard screaming from the human, but used magic to try and block out whatever happened. She didn’t want to hear them die.
Pelago screamed when sharp claws broke into her cage. She couldn��t fly enough to get out. Even if the top was ripped off she’d need help to get out. Then she’d be trapped on the ground and that was just as much of a death sentence. The cool air finally hit her and she tried not to show her fear to the wolf. She couldn’t bring herself to look at them.
“Are you hurt?” the wolf asked. His voice was deep and a bit intimidating. She could hear the growl held back as he spoke. Another scream escaped her as his huge hands flattened the edges of the cage around her. He left his hand palm up in front of her. “You don’t have to be scared of me.”
Pelago chanced a look up at the face of the wolf. His eyes were a stunning green that matched his braided hair. He looked fierce, but there was a softness hidden in his eyes. She didn’t see a monster planning to keep her for her magic looking up at him. She saw exactly what he was, her savior. She fluttered a bit, just barely lifting herself off the ground.
The massive hand moved closer to her. She wasn’t even close to the size of one of his fingers, not even a joint of one. Still when his hand settled next to her she fluttered her wings and hovered just a bit. She set her hands on his skin, it was warm and somehow reassuring. She couldn’t lift herself high enough to reach his palm. The hand in front of her disappeared.
She was trapped and the wolf would leave her. She yelped when claws locked around her. She tried not to struggle as she was lifted out of the cage and set on his palm. Away from the wards she could make herself human sized again. She could escape the wolf and try to find her way home. Except she was tired and those eyes staring at her didn’t feel dangerous.
“You can call me Byss, you can stay with me if you want while you heal,” he whispered. His voice was easier to hear, there was no growl hidden behind the words. “There’s a kid who stays with me, but he won’t bother you.”
“I-I’m Pel…” she said. Byss’s eyes seemed to glitter once she spoke. It made her blush. “Why did you attack them?”
“They were black market dealers.” Byss’s entire demeanor changed. He was darker, glaring in a direction she could only assume held a body. “You weren’t their target, I was. A wolf with magic is worth a lot.”
Byss brought his hand close to his chest. She was surrounded by the warmth and the loud beating of his heart. She wanted to argue, but she was weak. She wasn’t afraid of Byss, her captors were gone, she would get to go visit her home again. She made herself comfortable and leaned against the broad chest behind her.
“I think I might have something to help with your burns, we can probably adapt it a bit to make it stronger,” he said. His voice rumbled through her. After all the time she spent around humans and other beings, this was the first voice to relax her.
“Thank you Byss,” she said. His heart sped up behind her, she would be staying around for a bit at least. She could go home once she finally left the wolf and his pup.
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A Knight Affair: Redux - Shadowed
"Are you sure you'll be alright?" Rosaline asked for maybe the seventh or eighth time as she and Greggory stood outside the carriage with Azurine and Aurelia by her side. She looked down at her four year old son, held securely in Azurine's arms. She hadn't been parted from little Steven for more than a few hours since he had been born.
"They watch him all the time," Greggory tried to soothe, laying a hand on her shoulder. "It'll be okay, Rose." He patted her shoulder. Rosaline frowned, worrying her scarred hands together.
"Everything will be fine," the queen assured, hefting the boy higher up in her arms. "Go" she shooed the princess away with a wave of her hand.
Pink stepped forward and pressed a kiss to one of the boys pudgy cheeks.
"Momma will be back in a few days," she said to the boy, who smiled.
She hugged Blue before she finally allowed her husband to help her into the carriage, climbing in beside her. Once the door closed the driver jerked the reigns, and the carriage slowly pulled out of the courtyard and out the gates.
Yellow nodded at the two guards on horseback as they followed behind.
"Bye momma!" Steven waved a little hand at the disappearing carriage.
"She will be back before you know it, my sweet." Blue pressed a kiss to her nephews dark head before turning around and going back inside the palace with Yellow following behind her as they stopped in the grand entrance way.
"I have cleared the rest of my day, what shall we do, my little prince?" Blue looked at the curly haired toddler.
"The garden!" he immediately answered with a wide smile making the queen laugh.
“He does seem to love all manner of plants and flowers.” Yellow observed, a smile tugging at one corner of her lips.
“Shall we retire to the garden then, captain?” Cerulean eyes settled on her questioningly.
“If her majesty and his highness so desire.” She tilted her head at them with a smile.
Steven began to squirm in her arms until Blue was forced to set him on the floor. The moment his feet touched the plush red rug laid down over the palace’s stone floor, he was running in the direction of the garden, past several servants and guards who looked fondly at the prince as he passed.
“It seems he’s not going to wait for us,” Yellow chuckled, folding her arms behind her back as they started after him at a much more sedate pace, knowing where he was going to end up.
“So it would seem,” Blue agreed, covering her bright smile with a hand.
“When do you think he’ll realize Rosaline and Greggory aren’t going to be back in just a few hours?” Yellow asked idly as they followed the young prince’s trail down the halls to his mother’s private garden.
"What do you mean?" She glanced at the knight curiously.
"He's never been away from them for very long. He's not going to be as calm once he realizes they aren't going to be back in just a few hours," she explained.
"Oh, you’re an expert on small children now?” Blue asked with a small grin; she nudged the now frowning knight.
“No, I saw it happen a lot in the orphanage when people left their children there,” she explained with a grunt. “It was usually that night or the next day they realized their parents weren’t coming back.”
“Greggory and Rosaline are coming back.” Blue rolled her eyes at the dour forty year old knight.
“It’s the same principal,” she mumbled as they stepped out into the private garden, no servants were around, but they could hear the rustling of foliage from somewhere among the rows of brightly colored flowers and vibrant green bushes.
“Steven?” Blue called. A small giggle was their only answer.
Blue only grinned, sharing a look with the now smirking knight as they separated.
Yellow walked quietly through the rows of plants, careful not to make a sound. A feat that would have been impossible had she been wearing her armor; as it was, her leather boots made no sound as she walked softly through the paths between the rows of plants.
“Steven…,” Blue called in a sing song voice as she walked down a row of plants, the long, pale blue gossamer skirts of her dress rustling the grass. Another giggle sounded a few feet farther back and Blue looked up at Yellow, who nodded and walked silently down the row toward the source of the noise.
They both stopped next to a hydrangea bush filled with lage, violet flowers; Yellow held yup her hands, poised to strike.
Amber and cerulean flickered to each other briefly
“Oh Steven…,” Blue called once more.
The leaves rustled and Yellow thrust her hands into the foliage, a delighted squeal followed by loud giggles filled the garden as she pulled the boy out of the bush. Blue laughed as Yellow held him aloft, some leaves and twigs stuck in his hair
“We found you.” Yellow smirked.
“You found me,” he giggled, wrapping his arms around the knight’s neck, pulling her into a hug.
Her grin turned into a soft smile as she wrapped one arm around his tiny frame and pressed her cheek to the top of his curly head.
Blue watched the two and couldn’t help but smile adoringly at them, a warmth spread through her chest as she watched the prince and knight interact.
Yellow set him down after a brief moment.
"Come on!" He beckoned them as he ran toward the gardens center.
Before Yellow could turn to follow she caught the saccharine look Blue was giving her.
"What?" she asked, cheeks flushing at the look.
"Nothing, darling." She smiled knowingly and followed Steven to the garden’s center, where the carved marble benches sat, encircling the pool that had been built in the center. The smooth stone that made up it’s lip was etched with vines and roses.
They sat next to each other on one of the benches, enjoying the warm early summer sun and watching as the boy busied himself with picking flowers from several different plants. A few roses, lilies and a handful of irises helped make up the pile of greenery in his arms.
Once he seemed satisfied with the flowers in hand he wandered back to them and sat at their feet, his little fingers fiddling with the stems.
“What are you doing, my sweet?” Blue folded her hands in her lap and bent at the waist to try and get a better look at what the little boy was doing, but he turned to shield his hands with his body.
“Not yet! I’m not done!” He looked at them over his shoulder.
“We’ll wait,” Blue promised with a smile, leaning back. The knight just snorted, thinking how much he sounded just like his mother when she was a child.
Blue gave her a light, admonishing slap to the leg, taking one of her gloved hands as they waited for him to finish.
A leather covered thumb rubbed absentmindedly over the back of her hand as they sat side by side, listening to the light breeze rustling through all the plants, creating a sweet smelling wind, with the occasional petal or leaf blowing by them as Steven worked at their feet.
Blue looked up from the boy and was surprised to find Yellow, with her eyes closed, enjoying the warm sunlight splashing across her face and through her already sunlight colored locks. If she looked close enough she could see, flashing in the light, the thin bands of silver that had begun to lace themselves between the gold.
Azurine couldn't help herself. With her free hand she reached up and threaded her fingers through the dual colored hairs.
"I know what you're doing," Yellow grumbled, but didn't open her eyes. The deep lines beneath her eyes seemed lighter in the bright sunlight.
Blue smiled and hummed questioningly.
"Playing with my gray hair," she grunted.
"It's not gray, it's silver," Blue corrected, still running her hands through them. "...and I think it's very becoming."
"On you, perhaps. Your hair has always been like spun moonlight, mine is simply a reminder of my ever advancing age." She huffed.
"It's distinguishing and I'm rather fond of it," Blue argued, tugging gently at some silvery strands.
"Flatterer," she sniffed, but her lips quirked upwards.
Before Blue could say anything else Steven jumped up.
"Finished!"
They looked down to find him holding up a carefully weaved crown of flowers in his hands.
"Is that for me?" Blue pointed to herself with an ever widening smile pulling at the faint lines around her eyes and mouth.
"Yeah!" Steven grinned at her.
Reaching up, Blue carefully pulled the gemstone studded silver crown from her head, setting it in her lap as she leaned down, allowing him to place the homemade wreath atop her head.
The bright red roses, yellow daffodils and pink azaleas stood out in bright contrast to her silvery white hair.
"Thank you, Steven." She smiled, reaching out to caress one of his rotund cheeks, making him grin.
He reached down and picked up a second wreath made of violets, deep blue Irises and white calla lilies, holding it up to Yellow, who blinked owlishly at the weaved flowers.
When she didn't immediately lean down to accept the offering, his smile faded into a wounded, watery eyed expression that instantly reminded Yellow of Rosaline, so long ago.
Without a word she ducked her head down and he instantly cheered as he nestled the flowers into the blonde locks.
"Thank you, Steven." She nodded, leaning back up, careful not to look at Blue, whose eyes she could feel on her.
Seemingly satisfied, he ran over the pool and began playing in the water.
Yellow finally risked a glance at the queen who was looking at her with a soft look and a knowing smile.
"Don't" she crossed her arms over her chest, a pink flush stretched across her nose and both cheeks.
"Those are quite becoming in your hair as well, love." She grinned. Yellow only glowered harder at nothing in the distance, making the queen chuckle.
“I only allowed it to make him happy,” she grouched.
“I know,” Blue hummed, leaning into the pouting knight captain. “It’s one of the reasons I love you so much, and for nearly twenty summers now,” she mumbled to her.
If anything the pink on the knight’s face darkened into a burning crimson. She only hummed in response, but Blue knew well enough and smiled.
She leaned back to put some space between them, least someone unexpectedly come looking for her and find them in the unexplainable position, despite the many, and often true, rumors and whispers about their association that had persisted for years among the servants and even the empire’s nobility’s
Every once in a blue moon there was an occasional proposal of marriage, but they had mostly dried up around the queen’s thirty-third year and were always flatly refused regardless.
At balls, most the young male nobles had turned to Rosaline, despite her marriage and much to Greggory’s annoyance and Yellow’s amusement.
A splash, followed by a stream of laughter made her look over at the pool, where Steven was playing, splashing his hands in the cool water. Watching him, stary thought came to her mind.
“I wish mother could have been a part of this,” she said quietly, a rush of air as Yellow whipped to look at her told her the knight had heard her.
The two of them hardly ever discussed her predecessor, despite having made peace with the fact that Winea had been a victim of her madness no less than the rest of them had, and the suffering she had inflicted on them, both mental and physical was long forgiven.
The sudden thought still surprised the knight captain.
Blue turned to look back at her, the puzzlement apparent in those amber eyes.
That was expected.
Yellow had never even known her mother, and as fervently as she cared, she could never truly understand the gravity of her and Rosaline’s loss.
“She would have adored him,” she said simply, the best way she knew to answer her consorts unasked question.
Several replies all raced to the tip of Yellow’s tongue but she swallowed all of them and instead said:
“Yes, she would have,” she agreed.
They lapsed into a long stretch of quiet, enjoying the weather before the queen finally spoke gain.
“I think it’s about time we got him something to eat.” She glanced at Yellow, who nodded as she stood from the bench, offering a hand to Blue, who smiled gratefully, holding her crown in her other hand.
“Steven!”
The boy immediately looked up from what he was doing to give the knight his undivided attention.
“It's time to go inside, It’s time to eat.”
“Coming, Yellow!” He hopped off the pools lip and trotted over to them as they started inside.
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Blue woke with a start, jolting up, her heart beating so loudly in her ears she could scarcely hear anything else. Her breath came out in shallow, shaky gasps, cerulean eyes darting around rapidly in the darkness.
Their bedroom. She was in their bedroom, in their bed. She kicked off the bankets, they felt to restrictive, like she was being weighed down. The room was warm, too warm.
She touched her face with a shaky hand. Still here, she was still here. She ignored the sweat that had dripped down her forehead.
Reaching out slowly, she found the warm lump that was Yellow under the blankets beside her and exhaled another relieved sigh. The soft rise and fall of the blankets as Yellow slept on was a relief, but the dread that had settled over Blue just wouldn’t leave her.
The warm darkness of their bedroom felt suffocating, she had to move.
Carefully without waking her slumbering partner, she slid out of bed, sliding on her slippers and throwing a robe over her sheer, summer night dress and padding quietly to the door.
She hesitated a moment, tiptoeing quietly over to the cot they had set at the foot of their bed and knelt down, finding the toddler’s curly head, even in the dark with the tips of her fingers. His small body rose and fell in slow, even breaths that further calmed the thundering pace of her heart. Careful not to wake him, she stepped away and slipped quietly out of their room.
The halls were devoid of servants, so it must have been quite late or rather, early, indeed if no one was moving about the halls.
The few lanterns still burning in the halls were just enough light for her to make her way to her study. Her footsteps and the quiet flickering of the flames inside their glass and iron housing as they popped and crackled were the only noises in the cavernous halls.
She slipped quietly into her study, shutting the door behind her.
She sat in the high back chair with a sigh, reaching out with a still shaky hand, she lit the single candle sitting on the corner of her desk, it’s flickering red and orange light illuminating the papers sitting on her desk.
She leaned back in the chair, still trying to bring herself back under control. A looming sense of dread still hung over her like a cloud she couldn’t shake.
With a shaky breath she looked over at the far wall where a large painting in a brass frame hung.
Three figures, depicted on aging canvas.
An eight year old Rosaline, in a poofy pink and white dress, stood in the forefront, the somber expression on her otherwise normally jubilant face looked grossly out of place. Standing just behind the youngest princess’, to her left was an eighteen year old version of herself, staring back just as solemn as Rosaline in an elegant, sapphire and cream colored gown.
The third figure stood behind them, a hand on either of their shoulders. The flickering candle light didn’t quite reach the far wall, leaving the top half of the painting, including the third figures face, in shadows.
Blue could practically feel those gray painted eyes on her now. She pursed her lips, turning away from the old royal portrait. Normally it didn’t cause her such dread to look upon it, but tonight? Tonight it caused something chilling and unpleasant to crawl up her spine and clutch its cold hand around her heart.
She gave herself a shake, she needed to calm her nerves.
She reached down and pulled open one of her desk drawers, even in the low light she knew just where the bottle was.
She set the dark green bottle on her desk, it’s contents sloshing around as she pulled the flagon out and shut the drawer.
She pulled the cork out with a satisfying pop and poured the clear liquid into her cup.
It might be mistaken for water if not for the acrid smell wafting into her nose.
Corking the bottle, she wasted no time taking a deep drink.
It burned like fire all the way from her tongue to her belly, the warmth already helping numb her jangled nerves. This was not something she usually indulged in, but tonight seemed to call for it.
She was just about to take another swallow when the study door opened and Yellow stepped inside, still half asleep by the looks of it.
The loose white tunic she slept in hung off her shoulders, displaying the sunny colored diamond pendant Blue had given her so long ago, hanging from her neck.
Her normally carefully brushed blonde hair was a wild mass, sticking out in every direction except the the right side, pushed flat from sleeping on it. Something Blue usually found quite amusing, but not tonight.
"I’m sorry if I woke you," she mumbled quietly, eyes darting to the cup in her grasp. Yellow ignored the apology.
"What's wrong?" Her voice was thick with sleep as she padded over to the desk, her feet still bare, not bothering with her boots, who would stop or question her, especially at this time of night?
There was no sense trying to say she was fine, she didn't normally get up in the dead of night to drink in her study.
"I had a nightmare," she mumbled.
"What about?" the groggy knight asked gruffly.
Blue took another drink from the cup, emptying it. Yellow looked at the bottle knowingly, her already narrowed eyes squinted further.
"My mother," She breathed, face twisting as the alcohol slid down her throat.
"What about her?" The gruffness in her voice had softened.
Blue didn't answer for several long moments, long enough that Yellow eventually walked around the desk and laid a scarred and calloused hand on her shoulder.
"Blue…"
"What if it happens to me?" she finally spoke, a tremor in her voice as she stood from her chair and moved to pace along the wall.
"What if what happens to you?" Yellow's face scrunched up in confusion at what she was talking about.
"Madness!" Blue shouted, whipping around to face her. "What if I go mad like my mother did?" She threw out her arms.
"What? Where is this coming from?" If she hadn't been fully awake before, she was now
"I had a nightmare about my mother and what happened to her and then... it happened to me…I went mad and..." she pressed a shaky hand to her face.
"Your not going to go mad." Yellow quickly crossed the room and laid her hands on the queens shoulders.
"But what if I do, Aurelia?! My mother wasn't always as mad as she was in the end." She backed away, letting Yellow's hands fall. "It was slow for her too… we didn't even notice until she was ready to kill us all…" she wrapped her arms around herself, turning away from the knight.
Yellow didn't know what to say to Blue’s confession.
“She was kind and loving when she was younger… then slowly, before our eyes, she was… warped... into a monster… What if that happens to me? It’s so slow… what if I never even notice, disappear and never realize?" She clutched the sleeves of her robe. "What would stop me from hurting Rosaline and Greggory? You? Steven?" She choked, shoulders shaking.
In two long strides Yellow was behind her, wrapping her arms around the queen who tried to break loose but the knight only held tighter as she struggled. Soon the fight left her and her knees buckled. Yellow gently lowered them to the floor.
"That's not going to happen, Azurine" Yellows gruff voice was right in her ear as she held her flush to her chest.
"How do you know?" she choked as sobs wracked her body.
"I won't let it…" She squeezed Blue even closer, trying to quell the queens shaking sobs. “I’ll remind you, everyday if I have to,” She spoke just loud enough to be heard over Azurine’s crying. “I’ll remind you who you are, and who we are.” She promised.
They sat there on the floor for sometime, Yellow, running her fingers through the long silvery locks before Blue’s cries finally quieted into sniffles.
"Are you alright?" Yellow asked quietly. Blue nodded soundlessly, turning to face the knight.
Carefully, Yellow reached up and brushed the hair from her face, allowing her to better see the queen's puffy eyes and tear-stained face. With a thumb, Yellow gently wiped away the last of the tears.
"I'm terrified it will happen to me, Yellow…" her voice was raspy and low.
“Has anyone else in your family ever suffered from madness?” Yellow asked.
Blue sniffed, looking thoughtful. “Not that I can recall,” she admitted, trying to run her many predecessors through her mind.
“Then it probably isn’t something you’re going to inherit through your blood.” The knight reasoned. “Maybe she regularly ate something that slowly poisoned her over time, maybe she fell and hit her head, we’ll never know for certain, Azurine. You shouldn’t worry about something that will more likely than not will never affect you.” Yellow cupped one damp cheek in her palm. Blue looked up at her from beneath damp lashes.
“I know… I just don’t want to be the reason everyone I love suffers…” She leaned into the warm touch, eyes closing as she soaked up the warmth that always seemed to radiate from the knight.
“I need you to make me a promise…,” she said suddenly. Yellow looked at her expectantly. Blue bit her lip.
“If it ever happens, I want you to promise me that you won’t let me languish in madness.”
The meaning was clear.
Yellow’s jaw clenched so hard Blue was afraid her teeth might crack. The vein in her neck stuck out sharply.
“No” was the resolute answer, growled out between clenched teeth as her lover glared at her.
“Aurelia…,” Blue started.
“No!” the knight snarled violently, her yell startling the queen. “You may ask many things of me Azurine, even for my life, and I’d give them all to you; but never that!” her voice cracked. She leaned forward, their foreheads pressed together. The knight’s eyes slid closed.
“You can’t do that to me…,” she ground out, voice wavering “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” She admitted, voice barely a whisper.
Blue’s heart clenched at the quiet admission. She reached up, taking hold of the knight’s face between her hand; her thumbs brushing along her cheeks. She could feel the tremors running through her.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Aurelia,” she soothed quietly, till the tremors had stopped and her breathing had evened out.
After a while, shiny amber eyes slid open to regard her.
“Forgive me?” She let her hands fell from Yellow’s face as she hummed in quiet agreement.
“Will you make me this promise instead…?” She breathed, as though they weren't the only two people in the room. Yellow eyed her warily. “Promise me that you’ll protect our family, no matter what.”
“I always have…” Yellow bit out, trying to push the thickness out of her voice.
“I know.” Blue smiled, leaning further into her, Yellow’s arms wrapping around her was automatic and Blue buried her face in her neck. For now at least, the weight that had settled on her chest since she’d woken up had lifted.
Nothing else was said for a while, till the knight gently separated herself and stood, offering her hand to the kneeling queen.
“Can we return to bed now?” She asked, tiredly, face sagging with exhaustion. Blue felt just as tired as her lover looked and nodded, taking the offered hand and allowed Yellow to help her stand. She returned the bottle to its place in her bottom desk drawer and snuffed out the candle.
The halls were still empty as they left the study, headed back to their bedroom.
As soon as they opened the door the wailing hit them.
“Oh, Steven!” Blue hurried over in the dark to the boy sitting in his cot, crying.
Yellow moved to light the candle sitting by their bed, casting a flickering glow over the room, illuminating the teary eyed toddler, sitting up in his bed with the blanket pulled tight around him.
“Aunt Blue” He blubbered, jumping up and running to her, wrapping his tiny arms around her legs. Blue hauled him up into her arms and he buried his face into her hair.
“What’s wrong, my sweet?” Blue rubbed his back soothingly.
“I-I woke up and couldn’t find momma or daddy,” he hiccuped.
“They aren’t here, remember, Steven? They’ll be back in a couple of days.” She rocked the boy back and forth. He nodded but didn’t pull his face out of her neck.
Yellow plopped herself onto the bed and watched the two, stifling a yawn as Blue cradled him in her arms, murmuring soothing words into his ear.
“Would you like to sleep with us?” She asked, running her fingers through his hair, he nodded.
“Lets go to sleep then.” She walked over and set him on the bed, he wasted no time crawling over to Yellow and snuggling into her side. The knight grunted, but Blue knew very well just how pleased she was that he went to her.
Blue slipped off her robe and climbed into the bed, pulling the blankets over them as Yellow leaned over and blew out the candle, casting the room in darkness. He wiggled around for several minutes before seemingly getting comfortable.
Within a few minutes, Blue could tell by his stillness that he was asleep, snuggled between the two of them.
Carefully Blue reached out and found the scarred and calloused hands she would recognize blindfolded, and wrapped her fingers around them. Yellow squeezed back and any lingering tension ebbed away as she drifted back to sleep.
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“I missed you so much.” Pink pressed kiss after kiss to her son’s giggling face as they sat on the carved marble benches. “The meeting’s were so dull,” she lamented. “How were things here?”
“We had a wonderful time together.” Blue told her, watching the two.
“I’m glad.” Pink replied, looking up at her sister. She glanced over at the small wooden table set up not far away where Yellow and Greggory sat playing chess; both looking much to serious for a game. “I don’t understand why they play. Yellow always wins.” She shook her head. Blue chuckled.
“I think that’s why.” She smiled. “Yellow likes to win and Greggory knows the only way to get better is to play against someone better.” She shrugged.
“Checkmate.” Yellow leaned back, crossing her arms.
“Ugh” the former bard groaned, sagging.
“Next time, perhaps” The knight smirked, but the message was clear. ‘Not likely’
Pink rolled her eyes.
“Ah, while I’m thinking about it, when you and Greggory are properly rested I’d like all of us to sit for a new painting of the whole family. I think it’s time to replace the one in my study…” She looked at Pink who knew exactly which painting she was speaking of.
"I think that's a great idea. Steven might have a problem sitting that long, but we’ll try," Pink said, running her hand through her son's hair.
"Yellow won't like it either, we'll just have the painter paint them first." She smiled.
"You're going to include Yellow?” Pink looked at her wide-eyed.
“I am.” The queen nodded, folding her hands in her lap. “Surely you don’t protest?” Blue looked at her.
“No! Of course not, I think it’s great! It’s just... I’m sure I don’t need to remind you of all the rumors constantly being flung around about the two of you. Having Yellow..., no matter how many years she’s been with us, sit for a portrait of the royal family would all but be admitting that the rumors about your love affair have always been true.” Pink warned.
“So long as no one admits anything, they can think and speculate all they want, they have for years now, they always will... and they will always be true.” Blue smiled.
“I suppose so,” Pink chuckled. “Have you told her that yet? You know how she gets about anything that might give too much away.”
“You’re right, It may take some convincing…” Blue agreed, looking at the two of them. Pink caught on quickly.
“Say no more.” She grinned and leaned down to whisper in her son’s ear.
“Steven, wouldn’t you like for Yellow to be in the family painting with us?” She asked as he looked up at her with wide eyes. “Do you think someone should go ask her?”
A wide smile broke out across his face and he began to squirming in his mother’s grip. With a giggle, Pink set him down and he took off running toward his father and the knight.
“Yellow!”
#AKA#AKA:R#bellow diamond#knightAU#blue diamond#yellow diamond#pink diamond#steven universe#greg demayo
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Good Knight Sweet Prince Update!
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A thin sliver of moon lights the sky, it’s weak and hardly illuminates anything but he doesn’t need to see much, Bobby will know when Grath arrives. He waits patiently just like he has on so many other nights before this one but tonight is different, tonight for the first time in twenty years he has news and he’ll be able to put right what went wrong for them all so long ago.
The silver pennant flies above him caught in the same breeze that ruffles his hair, the weather is starting to turn a little cooler now, heading toward year's end. Next year will be different, the first year he’ll be free of the ache of failure; of the guilt of what happened under his watch, the crime that had been committed against those he was meant to protect. Bobby’s lived years with the pain and frustration of being unable to fix it. He tucks his cloak around him, stopping some of the chill and casts his eyes up at the sky once more. It’s hard to believe it’s almost over, that soon he’ll reunite a family and heal the rift in the bond between the dragons and his people. Even cold and tired a smile spreads over Lord Nash’s face as he remembers yesterday, the moment when he’d finally met the brown dragon he’s been searching for in vain for almost two decades. He thinks that the Calenth might be the most wonderful thing he’s ever seen. He’d been so close to giving up hope. Twenty years is a long time to hold onto hope. He had started to think that nothing short of magic would help him in his quest to find the missing hatchling and everyone knew magic was gone, the dragons themselves are the last glimpse they had of that and even with all their talents they hadn’t been able to find him either.
He can’t stop smiling. Calenth has been found and he’ll be able to go home, fly the skies freely. It’s the dearest wish of his heart come true but he knows all too well it will break someone else’s heart in two. He’s sorry about that, he truly is. He likes the young Prince a lot and once he’d known they could help his friend Prince Evan hadn’t hesitated to share his secret, bring Calenth back where he belongs. Bobby is very aware just how much the Prince will be losing when the dragon goes home. In fact he’s quite worried about the young man, his Captain too. They’re in an impossible situation, another unsolvable puzzle. He’s tried to think of a way to help but he’s come up with nothing, his hands are tied. Bobby wishes it was otherwise he owes the Prince greatly, for finding Calenth when he was lost, for keeping him hidden, for keeping him safe and ultimately for bringing him home.
#buddie#911 fox#eddie diaz#evan buckley#buddie wip#911 on fox#911fic#911 fic#Prince!knightau#it’s time#be brave
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A Knights Call
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The heat only made the armor he wore feel heavier, so when evening came and his job was over he would slowly remove it piece by piece. First pulling off the helmet letting long harid hair fall free and carefully setting the lion headed helm onto the rack. Black leather gloves were removed next, then the chest piece and slowly the rest was set onto the armor rack as he would be left in just the fitted leggings and a thin shirt.
Leon would groan softly, moving to the dish of cold water to wash his face. “Hyne...” He whispered. Tired and ready for sleep but the knock on his door made him pause in his evening routine. Making his way to the door after lighting the lanterns in his room.
“Hello?” he opened it a little bit.
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