SPOILERS FOR THE KING’S BLACK HEART

Part 2

Original Storyline for The King’s Black Heart:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 - The Crimson Ball Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Finale Pt. 1 Finale Pt. 2 The End

Context: Set directly after the events of “The King’s Black Heart”, you struggled between the boy you grew up with becoming a cold-hearted King and a rival Prince spiriting you away for himself. Through many trials and tribulations, you not only helped bring these two together, but two entire kingdoms. You discovered your own heritage as a Virosian, dealt with your father that had come to kill you and the men you loved, and thought it over. Yet, now, it appears a letter from your home country has come with terrible news. News that will push you back to your home for the first time in decades.

Setting: Castle Rasan

Tags: [MMA4A][Established Poly Relationship][King Speakers][Juno Cameo][Marital Bliss][Babies][Cute][Wholesome][Comfort][Reverse Comfort][Flirting][L-Bombs][Fantasy][CW: Mentions of Trauma/Disability from Injury]

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[You hear Allistair groan next to you in bed and nuzzle your head to his back]

[A] “My love… I-I think… I think I’m dying…”

[Pause?]

[A] “Why? My heart’s been stolen!”

[You roll your eyes and kiss him while he chuckles]

[A] “Stolen twice, actually… Seems we have a couple of little goblins trying to gnaw our ankles. Ohh, of course, I could be losing my mind. After all, what comforter doesn’t giggle and shift when you talk about goblins? Sneaky, hard-to-catch little goblins who would never, ever-AHA!”

[He reaches under the blanket and wrangles two toddlers under either arm as they kick and squeal]

[A] “Ahh, a good hunt. One little girl, the rare “Angora” breed, and one little boy of the “Kit” variety. We’ll truly eat well this fine morning.”

[You snort and let your kids climb into your arms for “safety”]

[A] “Hmhmhm… always the bad guy, aren’t I? Mmh? Oh, well, if I keep getting morning kisses like that… I’m honestly surprised Yvan hasn’t-”.

[Y] “Surprise kisses! One for the grump, mwah, one for my Pearl, mwah, and one each for my little guppies, mwah!”

[Pause]

[Y] “Juno? Are you under the bed again?”

[J, very distantly] “Juno is soaking Juno’s poor feet after the jubilee!”

[Y] “Noted, save a kiss for Juno.”

[A] “You’re up early, Yvan… I’ve usually done almost all of my tasks for the day before you even get up.”

[Y] “Yes, and I do appreciate you being a work stallion, Allistair, truly!”

[A] “Workhorse.”

[Y] “Oh, but you are such a stallion! Wouldn’t you agree, my Pearl?”

[Pause]

[Allistair groans and rubs his temples]

[A] “Angora, Kit, do you see what I have to deal with? Mmhm. You two are going to grow up and I’m going to be in for it all over again. But, seriously Yvan, what got you up so early, hm?”

[Pause]

[Y] “Well… We received correspondence late last night that, ah… It appears the current Chieftain of Viros is… ill.”

[...]

[A] “I… see. He wants to meet with our Pearl, then?”

[Y] “It seems so… I wanted to be up early to make certain there’d be no more… assassination attempts…”

[Pause]

[Yvan jumps a bit as you rest a hand on his arm]

[Y] “Hm?! Oh! Aha, no, no, I’m fine. Some nightmares and the occasional bout of anxiety is to be expected after… nearly watching the loves of your life die several times over…”

[You pull Yvan into a hug and he relents somewhat, resting his head on your shoulder]

[Y] “Hmph. It’s not fair, you know? I’m the one that’s meant to be comforting you two. Helping pick up the pieces…”

[A] “Yvan, we’re a family, now. You don’t get to pull a Pearl and try and carry everything on your shoulders. That’s why we divvied up responsibilities as we did, so no one was overwhelmed and all of us had equal time to spend with one another and the children. And… Muffin, of course. Come here, you great, big oaf.”

[The bear rumbles and lumbers over, letting the kids climb on her as she moseys about]

[A] “Hm. Raised to ride bears. Some taste of Virosian culture, at least.”

[Pause]

[Yvan sighs, nuzzling you again]

[Y] “Yes… if your, ah… father… is ill, then we should set off as soon as possible. I’ll ready a traveling party for tomorrow morning, and will amp the guard up to help keep Allistair and the children secure.”

[A] “Excuse me? You don’t think you’re going without me, do you?”

[Y, gingerly] “Allistair… you can’t exactly defend yourself quite as well as you used to… I know it’s been a few years, but you’re still getting used to your disability. There’s nothing wrong with that, we just don’t want you to be in harm’s way.”

[A, gruffly] “Have either of you learned to speak Virosian in that time, hm?”

[...]

[Y] “Uhhhh…”

[A] “I thought not. You’re stuck with me.”

[Yvan sighs and shakes his head]

[Y] “Fine. But if you get your ass kicked again-”.

[A] “Then you’ll need to be worrying about your scrawny ass, seeing as you can’t take a fraction of the ass-kicking I can.”

[Pause]

[Both men stop, seeming to realize you clearing your throat means “Little ears are listening”]

[A] “A-Ahem, ah… Children, your Daddies would REALLY appreciate it if you didn’t repeat those words.”

[Y] “Extra dessert if you don’t?”

[The kids cheer and continue their wild bear adventure]

[A] “You’re going to spoil them rotten, Yvan…”

[Y] “Oh, a bit of extra pudding to keep our spicy little plans intact tonight is worth it, I think. You don’t want to give up some of that famous Pearl pampering, do you…?”

[Allistair flushes and grumbles under his breath]

[Y] “Hmmm? What was that, old boy?”

[A, grumbling] “Fine, let them have the pudding… We haven’t had a lot of time to just be intimate with one another.”

[Y, with a giggle] “That’s why you’ve been subtly flexing your muscles when Pearl is about…”

[A] “Shut up. Forever. C’mon, we need to prepare for this journey. We’ll need to get a guard flank in position, plan out routes, see how the weather might-”.

[Y] “Orrrr we could sleep in a bit longer and have flapjacks sent up…”

[Pause]

[A] “For the love of the gods, you two, yes, that sounds lovely, but this could be something incredibly dangerous!”

[Y] “And we’ll handle it after the flapjacks, Allistair. Come, lie back down, I want more cuddles from the two beefy warriors in bed with me. Ah! Not you, Muffin! You sleep in your bed, not ours!”

[SFX: Sad bear noises]

[Allistair flops back down with a sigh, smiling as you roll into his side]

[A] “...Fine. What’s another hour to relax and love your family, hm? We’ll march to Viros tomorrow and, no matter what happens… I love you, alright?”

[Y] “And we love you, too, you big, muscly stallion.”

[To be continued]