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Summary: A new king means new oaths of allegiance and
Word Count: 1.1k words
A/N: Reader is plus sized, female. No other physical descriptors used.
Warnings: Implied violence, Royal politics. Please let me know if I missed any!
After many painful years of bloodshed, Curtis has finally been crowned king of the realm. after the old king had killed his family, making an example of them for not paying their taxes, Curtis had sworn revenge. He'd even made a pact with the Spirit of the Forest, gaining the power he would need in exchange for making it illegal to hunt in the Great Glen.
The power he'd received made him part beast. Strength, endurance, senses, instincts, all we're improved upon. Especially when he let the beast take over, becoming a creature that inspired fear in his enemies. A creature with a seemingly endless bloodlust.
But now he was king and, aside from honoring his pact, he has no idea what to do.
Amongst the few people Curtis trusts, Gilliam is the only one who has anything akin to court experience.
"I would recommend you marry one of the nobles," he suggests. "The people will see it as you showing an interest in the kingdom itself and the nobles will appreciate some level of status quo. A usurper king who marries a foreign bride is seen as not interested in his own people."
"A bride..." Curtis grumbles.
A mate, the beast thinks.
"We can have each duchy bring their tribute, swear their oaths of fealty. If they're smart, they'll send their daughters to help present those gifts. I'll choose from them."
"Good plan, Your Majesty," Tanya teases. "And I can get you more information on the ladies the day before; who's polite, who can kiss my ass. That sort of thing."
"Good thinking," Curtis nods, hiding how his inner beast is practically frothing at the idea of a mate.
"You're not going!" Father orders. "The new king is rumored to be a beast, a monster! How can I send my daughter, my only child, into his claws?"
"I have to go, Father," you argue, trying to keep your voice level. "You need to stay because Duke Snyder is trying to push you out. If you go to the palace, he'll seize the opportunity. We don't know anything about this new king so we can't trust he'll support you should Snyder make a move "
Father's shoulders slacken in defeat.
"I wish your mother were here to go with you," he sighs.
Placing a hand on your shoulder, Father looks you in the eyes. "I will send the best of guard with you," he promises. "You are my greatest treasure. I will see you safe."
"Thank you, Father. I will get things ready for the trip "
Despite the risks you were far more afraid of King Everett than the journey. Father sent you along under the protection Sir Conrad, well versed in combat and loyal to his last breath. Initially you were supposed to go with both Conrad and his half brother Pine but you insisted Pine stay with Father. He will need the protection and insight of the older brother. And the journey wasn't so far that you worried about Conrad and his small squad becoming too tired to keep you safe.
For added protection you were dressed up as a young man. Should any ask, you were soldiers doing your duty and bringing your Duke's tithe to the new king. The britches are a bit uncomfortable but you're grateful for the protection from prying eyes.
As you make camp the first night you feel truly helpless. You can't assemble a tent. You don't know how to make a fire and you can barely cook. The best you can do is simply stay out of the way.
Then you notice the berry bushes. They're low to the ground, easy to miss. Perhaps you can gather some and share them with your protectors.
Kneeling in front of the bushes you ask in a whisper, "may I be allowed to pick some of your berries? My friends and I would love to try them as they taste much better than travel rations." Many would consider you crazy but you're not one to give up wisdom your mother taught you before her passing.
Several berries drop and you make sure to thank the bushes before gathering them up. Though Sir Conrad warns you against going off alone again, he does not begrudge your addition to the night's meal.
The next day's journey is cut short by a rainstorm. It's too dangerous to travel and camp must be made up early. It's slow, wet, tiring work and the rains are too heavy to light a fire to warm up with.
In the privacy of your own tent you shiver in just your undergarments as you manage to light a lamp. Your blankets are a small comfort as you force yourself to drink water and eat some of the travel rations. All you can do is wait for the rain to let up.
Amidst the thunderous rain you hear mewling cries and they're getting closer.
Carefully you take a peek through the flaps of your tent. It could be a predator luring you in, but it could also be a poor creature in need of shelter. You need to keep the light from the lantern minimal for your safety and dignity.
As the mewling gets louder you're able to make out a baby fox.
"Oh you poor thing," you gently call to it. "Please, share my tent. We'll get you to your mother when the rain stops."
Lifting the tent flap more, the kit is drawn to the light of the lamp and quickly joins you.
"Here, I have some food as well. Not as good as fresh game, I know. But you'll need your strength if you're going to find your mama."
The kit accepts the food offered, seeming to eat it too fast to taste.
"Let me get one of my cloaks so we can try to dry you off. Must be hard to keep warm when you're soaked."
After you've dried off the little fox to the best of your ability it curls up in your lap and falls asleep. You feel honored and hum it a lullaby you remember your mother singing to you.
"Your Grace! We need to get an early start on the day to make up for yesterday."
Conrad's voice pierces through your slumber and you quickly sit up.
"I'm up! Give me just a few minutes to dress!"
As you get up to get dressed you quickly look around for the kit only to see that it's gone. You're disappointed but hopeful that, once the rain stopped, it went and found its mother.
It isn't until late in the morning, well on your way to the castle, that you spot fox and her three kits. Your heart leaps at the thought that one of them was the one you shared your tent with.
What an interesting plot. I love the fantastic side of it with reader having a gift and being able to talk with nature and animals. The scene with the kit was cute.
The part of beast in Curtis scares me for the moment though 😅
I like that you brought Pine and Conrad to this story. May nothing bad happen to them.
Lee's jacket is too small and he can't do it up anymore. How do you make him feel better?
Warnings: Body insecurity. Please let me know if I missed any!
Lee opens the closet door to grab his jacket, the bane of his existence of late, but he stops short when he sees a different jacket hanging where his is supposed to be.
"Honey, where's my jacket?" he calls out. He suspects what's happened, but he won't outright accuse you. Yet.
"It's in the closet like usual," you chirp from the kitchen, preparing his lunch.
"This ain't my jacket," he counters, his tone more stern than he maybe intended.
You walk to the closet and hand Lee his lunchbox.
"I got you a new one that'll fit you better," you confess. "I saw you struggling with the old one and made the decision to get you something better."
"It ain't the jacket that that needs to fit better," he grumbles. Patting his stomach he adds, "where the hell did all o' this come from?"
Wrapping your arms around him, you give him a kiss on the nose. "It comes from being a wonderful husband who loves his wife's cooking."
That gives him pause. "You ain't embarrassed to be seen with me?"
"Of course not!" you quickly reassure. "Especially not when you've never made me feel bad about my extra pounds."
"Yeah, but your curves are beautiful and sexy," he smirks. "Give me more o' you to love on."
"And the same goes for you," you wink. "If you don't mind being late to work, I can show you."
Lee smiles genuinely, "you're a vixen and I love you."
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Spin the wheel again. That’s who’s trying to protect you.
(If you have zero idea about a name you got, spin until you see someone you recognize.)
Are you safe?
Absolutely not. I'm dead. 100% dead.
I might stay alive, but it'll be a really close thing.
I'll take some hits, for certain, but I should be okay in the end.
A few attacks might get through, but nothing concerning.
The attacker might be able to get in one lucky hit. If that.
I am the opposite of worried. I'm 100% safe.
…Look. I've tried picturing this. But I honestly don't know how to answer.
Remaining time: 5 days 5 hours
(I've run this poll twice before, expanding it significantly for the second run. With about a year passed since that second run, I thought it was time to add another couple hundred names to the list and have another go.)
Lloyd Hansen has retired. He's trying to appreciate the finer things in life and along the way he joins Scrabble tournaments and quickly becomes a champion. But then he finds his title threatened by you!
Preternaturally Annoying
Warnings: Asshole Lloyd. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is plus sized, female. No other physical descriptors used.
"Don't use 'preternatural'," Lloyd scoffs. "That's an asshole word."
"You're just pissed that I got a triple word score off your 'tern'," you retort.
Lloyd grumbles under his breath. He really thought he'd burned that square for you.
When Lloyd had been told he needed to retire or he'd be thrown into prison, he'd opted for the safer route, even if it was more boring. But he hadn't been prepared for just how boring.
He'd ended up finding himself walking into the library just to try to find something to do and that's when he spotted you working the reference desk. Not his usual type, but he had to admit those hips combined with the cardigan and hair tied up really did something for him.
Especially when you kept shooting him down. No matter what he did, you never gave in. Never gave him what he wanted. You were a challenge. You were interesting.
When he found out you were running a Scrabble Tournament he signed up for it, knowing it would force you to interact with him. He wasn't expecting to be good at it, let alone enjoying the outlet for his competitiveness. He even took the time to research the best words to use for unusual letters.
And yet, you're still kicking his ass. If you weren't in a public place, he wouldn't be spending so much energy into hiding his erection.
Oh I like that. You even got me more hooked than I thought (and more than you probably thought 🤭) Now I want to know more about those two. They will be fun together.
Hey, Zombie! How are Steve and Newbie spending his birthday? 🥹
Tech Tuesday: Steve Rogers | Snippet
Summary: You and Steve take another important step in your relationship.
Warnings: Bad jokes, Implied smut, Puns. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used.
Series Masterlist; Tech Tuesday Masterlist
"I can't believe how difficult it is to find birthday stuff amongst all the Fourth of July decorations!" you huff as you push the shopping cart down yet another aisle.
"I mean, there are worse holidays to share your birthday with," Steve blushes. "Can you imagine sharing your birthday with Christmas?"
"Sort of. Mom's birthday is the day after so you can imagine the stories she'd tell about no one having the energy to celebrate her birthday. The disappointment at not getting any gifts for her special day."
Steve winces. "Now I know why you made sure to keep her birthday gifts separated from her Christmas gifts."
"Exactly! But that still doesn't help me now."
"You know we don't need to do anything special for my birthday, right? I'll be more than happy with a cake from you and a visit with some friends."
"Yes, but how am I supposed to bake you a birthday cake when all I'm able to find are Fourth of July things?" you pout.
Steve hugs you from behind and gently kisses your neck, distracting you from your shopping frustrations.
"You could always just get me some cheese so I can have a gouda birthday," he jokes, making you giggle.
"That's so cheesy!" you roll your eyes. "Maybe I should bake up a cheesecake for you."
"Ooo! That does sound yummy!"
"Good thing you're not a ghost or I'd have to try to make i-scream cake," you smirk.
Steve throws his head back as he laughs. "I love you so much. I'll never dessert you."
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Best friend!Ransom. He always liked spending time with us bc we're chill and love books but we never tried very hard. He didn't have to be a bro or a charmer. He can have his flings and we don't care about anything but sharing our new reads, etc.
That is, until someone else starts showing interest....
They're definitely two of the three I was thinking of (third was Napoleon Solo)! But if we're talking a bookworm, I could see Jonathan being the one that's drawn to her. A shared love of reading and stillness. She swoons when he reads to her.
The man is a skilled thief and master charmer. Highly intelligent and knows how to cook! @alicedopey and I have been talking about ways to get him into more stories. 🤭
@darkficsyouneveraskedfor @thezombieprostitute @alicedopey I could really see Ransom being sooooo insecure because Napoleon is a smooooke show but also very witty so he could likely out verbally spar sweater daddy. Also, the accent 🫠
Yep. Yep, yep. Napoleon is gonna trigger Ransom’s insecurities and we all know how it ends up when Ransom starts feeling insecure 😬
But, as charming as Napoleon can be, maybe reader can show Ransom she admires him and that their relationship (whatever it might be) is truly important to them.
Best friend!Ransom. He always liked spending time with us bc we're chill and love books but we never tried very hard. He didn't have to be a bro or a charmer. He can have his flings and we don't care about anything but sharing our new reads, etc.
That is, until someone else starts showing interest....
They're definitely two of the three I was thinking of (third was Napoleon Solo)! But if we're talking a bookworm, I could see Jonathan being the one that's drawn to her. A shared love of reading and stillness. She swoons when he reads to her.
The man is a skilled thief and master charmer. Highly intelligent and knows how to cook! @alicedopey and I have been talking about ways to get him into more stories. 🤭
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