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bakerstreet2017-03-15 01:54 pm
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High Fantasy, Swords, Sorcery, and Romance!
  Still, what is an adventure without an adventure of the heart? You are not alone, and you'll find that trying times can forge ironclad emotions. Of course, you'll find that the path of love is no easier here than anywhere else, be the person you admire an arranged fiancĂŠ you're not too fond of at first, a forbidden object of desire, a traveling companion, an enemy, a lifelong friend, an ally...or another species from you entirely. Yet, in any case, this is no time for romance, is it? Only moments can be stolen, and you must set aside your feelings for the greater good. In this time, in this place, will you get your happy ending, or will this story prove to be a much darker fantasy? 
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Legolas Greenleaf | Tolkien Universe | OTA
Eowyn || Tolkien Universe || OTA
Peregrin "Pippin" Took | Tolkien Universe | OTA
Guinevere | BBC's Merlin | OTA
Yuri Plisetsky ⢠Yuri!!! On Ice
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He'd been on this journey for several months already, silenced by the oath he'd taken and hindered by his own limitations as a mage without the sound of his voice to cast spells. The magic, he knows, is in intent, but it's difficult to offer help when he's bound by other obligations deeper than anything a written spell or hand gesture could provide. It's not the main purpose of his quest either, to take back what had been given and simultaneously taken from him. Yet, it's easier to follow that promise to the opposite side of the kingdom and the world without involving himself in the politics of the war on the horizon. Too many people would die; if he could help it, he didn't want to be part of that.
So, he walks and keeps walking until the daylight begins to disappear, and even if habit has told him that it's wiser to make camp, he pushes on until he finds a clearing he thinks gives him the advantage to spot anything coming too close on all sides. There's little hope for something warm with the weather as it is, but he's resilient in spells for survival, casting protection wards with a few movements of his hands before settling to rest against the thick roots of a tree. Ivor's been tired for weeks; still, sleep doesn't come easy, it never does, and eventually, he gives up to follow the sound of water to a nearby stream. Washing the grime from his hands and face usually helps some, crouched low with the perfect view of a meadow stretched out in front of him.
Trees surround it on all sides, the grass tall and untouched for this time of year, when the cold is slowly beginning to set in over the ever-shortening days, and with the passing hours, the sky has gradually cleared. The moon is full tonight—or nearly. Its glow is brighter than usual, Ivor looking out across the empty stretch of land and breathing in slowly. He nearly misses it when he glances back down to finish cleaning the dirt from his fingers, the soft shimmer of a moving body through the parting grass. Its slender and shining, reflecting the gentle light of the moon, and it looks... young. Like him in some ways, though wild and beautiful, and Ivor holds his breath as he continues to watch whatever might be happening here. He doesn't want to break the serenity of the moment, though he does anyway when he shifts and the heel of his foot crunches hard on fallen twigs.
It's loud in the silence, and he grimaces, inching away before he decides to run. ]
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The clearing isn't technically his, but the creatures that roam the Deep Woods have long-since learned never to stray too far into the pale grass. Even humans know to avoid the shivering meadows that trap the moonlight; the Fae covet those spots above all else, and have never taken kindly to having their spaces sullied by strangers. Yuri - not his only name, but the name he prefers - settled on this one long ago, when he was brought to it as an infant by the only human he's ever truly cared for.
Nikolai.
He'd found him in the river, apparently, between mouthfuls of fresh water. At first he'd thought he was dead; unwanted children are often abandoned in the Deep Woods by their frightened, desperate mothers, some of whom choose to believe that their offspring are whisked away to spend the rest of their lives in a shimmering paradise. (The truth, as is often the case, is far less savory. Children abandoned in the Deep Woods have made some of Yuri's best meals.)
Imagine, then, the old man's surprise, when the snow-white body he lifted from the water flicked open its eyes. They were too green to be human; it was too pale to be human; and that's when Nikolai had known. Years later he would tell Yuri that all of his instincts had been to drown him properly; that all of his mother's stories came skittering up into the forefront of his mind. The Fae were soulless, wicked creatures that stole children and withered crops. They feasted on flesh (not untrue). They made mischief for humans (also true). They all ought to be destroyed.
Instead, he'd wrapped Yuri in his jacket and taken him deeper into the woods. While he was alive Nikolai liked to tease Yuri by commenting on how silent he'd been as a babe; he'd say that he was was making up for it now, by being as noisy and belligerent as could be. He'd left that silent bundle there in the meadow in the hopes that the moonlight would do him some good; in the hopes that, with any luck, he'd be found by one of his kind.
And he was. Viktor. Yuri loves Viktor as ferociously as any child loves their parent, but ever since he met that stupid black-haired human with his wet eyes and wobbling mouth ...
Much to Viktor's surprise, Nikolai insisted on returning to the meadow a few times a year. The human seemed to be under the impression that he had some kind of spiritual duty to the little Fae beast, which made it quite the stroke of fortune that Vikor had been the one to discover him. He's never been a conventional Fae. He doesn't eat flesh, he actively seeks out human friends, and he has a soft spot for all things ridiculous, which means that letting Nikolai form a bond with the little Faeling seemed like a wonderful idea. Maybe he'd grow up to respect humans instead of wanting to eat them!
... No such luck. Yuri was respectful of Nikolai while he was alive - he never once brought up the fact that he'd been snacking on his kind - but the kind old man has been dead for years. Viktor has his pig of a human. Yuri is alone for the first time in his life, and he's completely and utterly frustrated with everything but the moon.
The moon.
He tilts his face up towards the night sky and lets silver light drench him from head to toe. It's soothing and restorative; calming in a way that nothing else in the Fae or human realms could ever be. Yuri glides through the tall grass as he bathes, his eyes heavily lidded by a fan of fair lashes, and soaks up as much of the fragrant night air as his little body will allow. He feels like dancing. He feels like offering a song to the moon, but then a branch breaks behind him and he whips around in an elegant snap of silver.
Now that he's facing the wind he can smell him - it's that weirdly oppressive scent of man. Fucking humans. Truly, they have a knack for showing up where they're not wanted.
Twisting with rage, Yuri's translucent wings lash at the air as he tears after the voyeur in the grass. Unwanted, certainly, but he may as well enjoy the snack while it's there, and he's on him in a heartbeat with his fangs bared and his mouth a cruel snarl. His pale hair floats around his head like they're underwater, as does the formless shimmer of his clothes, and he tightens his clawed fingers around the man's throat as he keeps him pinned to the cold ground.
"What is it with you people?" He growls, dipping in close. The moon is behind him, sharpening soft edges. "Why are you always sneaking around in my fucking meadow like you have some right to be here? These woods are ours."
Hunter | Beastly | M/M
Ardyn ăffxvâ˝ ota
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The reigning king, stationed in Insomnia, had but a few options and he chose to save the future of his kingdom by reconciling old differences between Lucis and Niflheim. Where Niflheim did not suffer the dying plague, it had gained favor with the gods of harvest and fruition - or so people would praise to account for such good luck! Of course, gods and their direct impact on the land and its humans populace has been so long ago that it was considered near legend or myth even. Yet, they still had a strong following.
King Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII has a reputation in Niflheim of having in his possession something far greater than life. A star. Although, a lot of good that supposed star did in the Kingâs possession for the light of his kingdom was diminishing with each new season.
When Regis reached out to the emperor of Niflheim it was with a plea for terms of peace, to unite both kingdoms and see his people out of this darkened spell. Any true king would feel for another king in such a predicament, thus this is why Niflheim answered to Regisâ call for help. Naturally, it was for a price, assurance that loyalty and unity will continue to be strong throughout this treaty. Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum would act as the promise to keep the kingdoms united. It would be the young princeâs role to start his new life in Niflheim in all the comforts and service he was accustomed to.
Ardyn was currently awaiting the prince, in Insomnia, to see him to his new home. They would make the journey together.
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Their new home.
It was all so fast. Noctis swallowed thickly, as he walked outside to meet his husband. He offered the man a nervous smile and noticed the coach.]
You always did like making an entrance.
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Oh, Noct. [ Ardyn finds himself excited for their upcoming journey. It would be some time before they made it home, but it would be well spent as he would have this opportunity to get to know his new partner. The Chancellor gestures to the cab. ] I assure you, it will be a smooth ride.. and enjoyable. There are landmarks on our way I wish to share with you.. stories of legend to discover together. Mm?
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Yeah. Sure.
[He was stiff. He couldn't help it. It just felt....bizarre. Yet, they would soon be home and he could drop all the pretence and just crash on the couch, right? He wasn't going out of his way to outright rude to Ardyn, it was just he was nervous right now. Everything felt so odd.]
Let's see how good a tour guide you are.
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Then, allow me to start here.. the jewel of Lucis; Insomnia! It was told to me by a great old man and I but just a boy.. younger than yourself, could you imagine that! [ He chuckles here, oh.. he was delightfully much older than this fresh young prince! ]
Legend has it, Insomnia is the waking dream of a star long fallen from the heavens! T'was the Lucis line that held the obligation, no.. the honor, of keeping this star safe and in return the world around this star would flourish and people would be blessed with the light of this star within their very souls. Hmm? [ By now the carriage was moving away from the Citadel. ] Even witches and dragons who come within the vicinity of the star have been rumored to turn into gentle creatures of this world, Angels to rival their former shadows! However, another rumor has come to pass.. as the failing world of Insomnia struggles to keep its lush green and its warriors strong.. that the star had become heartbroken.. and thus all within its reach became plagued with a somber shadow... as these lands dried and its people grew frail and thin..
Have I got it right?
i keep seeing him in Kingsglaive when he talks ><
Yeah, you got it right.
[He wasn't really in the mood for a tour from his new husband. He was tired. All he wanted to do was to sleep or rest. Damn, why did he have to go through with such a thing as this? Married to the Chancellor of Niflheim. The man was attractive, ruggedly so, but Noctis didn't know what to feel right now. In fact, he was going to try something. Something bold, daring and damn right allowed. He was a married man now.]
You've got a good voice on you. Your descriptions are pretty accurate.
[He sighed and moved closer to the other man. It was good they were alone in the carriage otherwise he wouldn't dare do what he was about to do.]
We're married, right? Married couples- uh-
[Noctis couldn't control his movements, as he placed a hand on Ardyn's leg and pressed a kiss to his husband's lips. It stopped him talking and maybe he'd have to get used to kissing the stubbled lips of the other man.]
ah-hah, he was fun in the movie! He'll take good care of his jewel~ ;3
Ardyn's hands moved to Noct's arm and he gently tightened his fingers on the boy's bicep while his other hand moved to the smooth cheek of Noct's face. Oh, he is such a wonderful boy.. He found himself thinking his own compliments about his new husband. Just what had he done to deserve such luck! ]
Mm, hmm!
[ Ardyn pulled from the kiss just a bit to look again to those beautiful deep eyes hidden beneath the cool fringe of Noct's hair. He was so terribly out of touch.. this stylish, fashionable, young man.. oh, what would Noct thing of his silly old hat? ] What I should have said.. and do forgive me for neglecting.. to tell you right away.. is that you.. you are the star of Insomnia and I .. am honored for the light you bring to me from the inside out.
Re: oh he was! so attractive too
I just- had to do that. Try it out, you know?
[Damn. He was blushing now. His cheeks warming to a soft shade of pink. Kissing guys didn't come natural to him, but then again, nor did kissing anyone of late. Ardyn seemed pleased by the kiss though.]
Ardyn? You don't have to keep praising me like this. We're- married now, so we can talk normal? If you do talk normal, that is.
;3
There is plenty of opportunities to try anything out between the two of us. I am pleased to go at your pace, my prince. [ It felt wonderful to be so possessive of the young Noctis! Possessively describing his beloved husband as his with all the affection his old heart could muster! ]
Hn, [ The blush was noticed and Ardyn softly caressed his fingertips down the prince's cheek before he softly pinched at Noctis' chin and leaned forward to place a chaste kiss to his husband's lips. ] I do not know, however, if I would ever accept a day in which I would not find reason to praise you. We are married, that is true, joined together in this arrangement for more than just ourselves for the purpose in mind .. yet, I would not deny that my heart flutters with joy in this arrangement. I will give you reason for happiness, even if it is small in scale to what happiness you may have found with anyone else.. know that I will commit to you fully, nevertheless!
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[Right? They had only just tied the knot and were very much a newly married couple. So much to see and do with one another. Yet, there was a tugging feeling in Noctis' stomach. It felt like a bad case of butterflies.]
Ardyn, I have to tell you something. It's kind of personal.
[The fact that he was a virgin and had never slept with a man before. Gods, why was he blushing even more now? He was describing his sex life with the Chancellor of Nifl- no. His husband. This man was his husband now. Reality check, Noct.]
When we- you know. I've never done it.
[He felt like such a kid.]
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When we consummate? Ah, well.. there are many other aspects to our joining together that the physical draw upon one another will no doubt become natural .. and desirable given time.
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Yeah. I want to do this I'm just- out of my depth here.
[He slid a hand up Ardyn's thigh and tried to stay calm. This is what married lovers did, right? Besides, the more he got cosy with the other man, the easier it would be, right?]
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[ His hand smoothed over Noct's on his thigh and gently massaged at the boy's hand. ] Hm, my dear one.. [ Ardyn's hand then moved from Noct's hand to the other's knee. ] I can do something for you.. If you would allow it..?
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What is it?
[He looked into his husband's amber eyes and swallowed thickly. He was nervous and a little apprehensive but he knew he could take it, right? He was the king of Lucis for goodness sake.]
John Watson | Sherlock
Grace Ford | OC | M/F
sam murphy (original) f/m
Claire Bennet || NBC's Heroes || OTA
Princess Serenity / Sailor Moon / F/M
Hiccup | How to Train Your Dragon | OTA
Griffith | Berserk | M/M
Adam Parrish | The Raven Cycle
Bodhi Rook | Rogue One: A Star Wars Story | OTA
Margo Hanson | The Magicians
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It was some time before the idea of a political marriage was broached as a way to more officially unite their kingdoms, and with the state of things it was agreed that while there was no time for a proper drawn-out courtship, that Prince Sidon would be willing to travel with the Kings and Queens of Fillory In their efforts to restore order to their lands, both to assist and offer use of ties that the Zora held with some Fillorian populations in their efforts as well as to see if an agreeable arrangement might be reached in the meanwhile.
Once this was deemed acceptable, he arrived at Castle Whitespire with a small group. A pair of councilmembers who would meet with the advisors to work on a proper treaty while the royalty was away on their quests. All three towered over the humans, even if it was only by a few inches in the case of the councilmembers, Sigon standing easily head and shoulders over everyone in the place. But despite the distrust one of his companions, the elderly green man, shorter than the other two, he seemed genuinely excited to be there and to meet his new travel companions. When they were led to the throne room, he smiled brightly (if extremely toothily), and bowed with a sweep of an arm, his companions following suit.
âYour Majesties, it is a delight to finally be able to meet you all.â As excited as he was, he still had a duty after all, to represent his own people with decorum. There would be time for more casual conversation when the members of his travel party had been directed elsewhere. âI look forward to being able to help you put an end to the troubles plaguing both of our kingdoms.â
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By the time Prince Sidon showed up, Margo had calmed her nerves. Even the tall stature of the visiting party couldnât seem to shake her. She approached them with a smile, curtseying deeply as she had been coached, and found herself looking up at each of them. Such was the curse of being a petite human being.
âAnd we are happy to see you, as well.â Perhaps it was a little lie. Margo wasnât thrilled, but she was putting on a good face. She was happy to be finding a solution to her kingdomâs problems, of course, and that was what she tried to focus on. Her smile was a little tight, but it lit up her face all the same. âShould we sit?â
Turning, Margo led both parties to the table they usually sat at when discussing heavy matters within the kingdom. The chairs were comfortable enough. She only hoped they were suitable enough for people as tall as their visitors.
âDoes this⌠Work for you?â Her eyebrows raised slightly and she nodded to the chairs at the table.
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Of course the romantic in him always hoped that maybe there would be love there too, but he knew how rare that could be in these arrangements. At the very least he knew his father wasnât going to cut off negotiations if for some reason they couldnât see themselves coming to some sort of arrangement. There were many options for how they could link their kingdoms if a marriage turned out to be a poor idea after all.
âThis will be just fine, thank you.â While he was nervous, the prince still seemed genuine enough in the smile he wore, settling into one of the seats, his companions sitting to one side. It only took a slight shifting on their part before the three found a way to sit that was comfortable, and Sidon continued on.
âMuru and Azura here are members of the Council, and advise our King. Once weâve worked out what both sides are hoping to see from this arrangement, theyâre both ready to work with your own advisors and scribes to draw up the paperwork for the official side of things.â
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She gave a nod of a greeting to Muru and Azura. âPleased to meet you both,â Margo gestured with her arm to a small cluster of men in fine robes standing quietly to the side, Abigail the seemingly wise talking sloth, and her translator. âThese are the folks on the Fillorian side of this deal that youâll be dealing with during this process, but, uh,â She gave a small smile and turned back to Sidon. âYou and I will have the final say.â
There were some unintelligible whispers from Margoâs own advisors, undoubtedly disapproving of her insistence that she as high queen have the final say on the Fillorian side of the dealings, but a glare shot in their direction from the high queen herself. If there was one thing Margo hated about the power structure of her kingdom, it was the fact that men were given more power than women. In this deal, though, if it was her being married off she would have to insist on being in control.
Her expression softened and she smiled once more as she looked back to the prince. âI assume thatâs alright with you.â If things could just go smoothly during this deal, Margo would be willing to suck it up and marry almost anyone. Lucky for her Prince Sidon seemed amiable enough.
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"I'd find it strange for anyone other than us to have the final word on this." He knew there were differences in how things worked here, something about the difference in power between a king or queen mirroring roles in place for men versus women that while not unheard of in his own lands, were much less touted. They lived too long to stick to things like that, and as small as their population was, they couldn't afford to restrict an entire segment of their people.
Muru was still annoyed at the wording there was so far, that Sidon would be Prince Consort instead of King, but Azura and Sidon both knew that with the structures of power in place here that there would be no risk to Margo's authority in her own right with this choice. And Prince Consort might be considered less powerful than a king, but Sidon was no idiot, he knew that as such in a kingdom with the resources such as Fillory tended to have in peaceful times, that he'd be in a good position to help his own people in kind.
"I'm sure that we'll be able to come to some agreement that suits us both." Even if Muru looked about as sour about the whole thing as Margo's advisors did. Or maybe that was his default expression, it was hard to say.
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Muruâs expression didnât go unnoticed, but Margo said nothing at first. She was biting back about a million saucy comment that she could have tossed his way. Perhaps she was becoming a better diplomat. Instead, she smiled at all of them almost sweetly. âThen letâs get started. What do you hope to achieve from this union?â
Abigailâs raspy voice said something before Sidon could answer Margoâs question and her translator leaned in to listen. Frustrated, Margo held up a hand to silence everyone on her side of the room. âFor Godâs sake, itâs our guestsâ turn to talk. Can you not see that?â Her voice was sharp, tone hostile, but when she turned back to face the visiting party she relaxed once more and smiled in a friendly way. âIâm sorry about that.â
Margo understood that keeping Sidon and his people happy was probably more important than keeping her own advisors happy right then. Her attitude was that she could always apologize later, but why apologize when she genuinely believed her advisors to be rude? Such was the attitude of someone who believed she was right 99% of the time.
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âI can understand the excitement, something like this doesnât happen very often. I couldnât say if any of the current maps Fillory has even have our realm marked itâs been so long since our kingdoms have worked together in such a way. As far as what weâre hoping for, long term it would be good to revive old ties for things such as sharing knowledge, trading.â As he spoke, Margo might see it under that smile and pleasant nature, the bit of nervousness as he considered the situation back home that had encouraged his father to reach out to the Fillory royalty. âAs an immediate issue, the current threat. The shift of magic is affecting all realms whether they like to admit it or not. Our own⌠Vah Ruta, the source of waters is starting to create without thought to balance. Weâve still the reservoirs that allow us to keep things consistent even if she decides to give less or more rain over the years. But at the rate things are going, theyâll be flooded within the year.â
He reached across the table, with the map of the known realms, tapping a finger against a portion of the sea.
âAs sheâs the source of all waters, if she continues in this manner, between the flooding of the seas and the rains that would spread further inland, things could become⌠much more difficult. With someone more magically knowledgeable and skilled, she can be appeased, convinced to calm, but they need to be of the royal family to even be able to reach her. It wonât completely solve things until the flow of magic is restored, but it would buy time.â
Liliana ( oc ) f/m
Fumikage Tokoyami | My Hero Academia
Jeile Astale Ei Daemonia Eucharistia | Meru Puri | m/m
Squall Leonhart | Final Fantasy VIII