#no105

This @galladrabbles prompt comes from @lingy910y! You can read the whole serial No Sleep 'Til Nashville here.

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Ian talked to Mickey in the crammed cab of the tow truck. “I told you I’d get you there. I’ll think of something.”

The mechanic pulled into a repair shop. “Car can stay here. Hank opens at 7:00 tomorrow.”

Mickey exploded. “It’s not open 24 hours?”

“This is Indianapolis, not L.A.”

“How are we supposed—"

Ian held up a hand to stop him. He could feel Mickey’s desperation, his impatience and heartbreak. “Is there a hotel nearby?”

The mechanic pointed across the street. To a run-down motel called King Richard’s Royal Inn.

So I have an excuse to get back to Prince Ian ♥

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Thanks @galladrabbles and @lingy910y for the great prompt this week. I hope it makes someone's day a little better ♥

"Long live the Queen," Ian whispers, hugging Fiona tightly. 

Mickey stands quietly beside him. He's sorry that Ian has to part ways with his family, but Ian made this decision on his own, without anyone's prompting. Mickey has offered him a choice many times, but his beloved man is too stubborn. 

"Long live my prince," Fiona replies with a soft smile. 

"I'm not a prince anymore, you understand, don't you?" Ian smiles too, swallowing back tears. 

"You always will be, little brother," Lip says as he approaches. His hand rests firmly on Mickey's shoulder. "Take care of him."

LONG LIVE 👑

excited to see how everyone interprets it! :D

Hey Ling,

thank you for our prompt no.105! The second to last one in 2023!

As time's flying...

Here's your new prompt for this week, dear Galladrabbles Crew:

Long Live

Hello!! Happy Holidays to you all! Thank you to @lingy910y for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: Long Live.

Continuing my fantasy AU:

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The Sellsword and the Mage, Part 38:

“A coup?” Ian yelled. “You were willing to sacrifice Mickey’s life to put Gus on his father’s throne?”

Colin had just finished giving his report of the fall of the Northern Kingdom to the Milkovich Marauders and a group of blood mages. That King Pfender was dead and his wife sheltering in the closest abbey.

“Gus, pfft,” Queen Svetlana snorted. “Quiet your brother, Queen Fiona. He whines like a mewling child.”

“Does Gus know he is now king?” Fiona asked.

Colin shook his shaggy head, “All messengers were killed.”