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elirastudio · 2 years

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Shadow king au

Love

Yes guys let’s see what I can do with only the writing, maybe maaaybe it’s gonna be seen?

I dunno …it’s just that I don’t want to leave you without content…

Anyway that’s a little flash forward to “revenge of the spider queen “ scenario , I believe that considering my situation not many people will see this and so it’s not going to be that big of a spoiler 😂

It didn’t have to be so long but I let myself go

Enjoy…and sorry again.

MK never thought to find himself in this situation…. He was tightly holding his wrist, it was bleeding, nothing bad, wukong wounded him in an attempt to get the kid away from him; not that he could go anywhere… they were stuck together underground.

The spider queen set a really nice trap…

They would have been squished by the rocks that she made fall on them, if MK didn’t stop them, thanks to the staff and the sigil magic he learned to control not that long ago with to the help of the two clones that macaque left with him, for protection and to control his powers.

Now they were together… not fighting tho.

Wukong was in a panic, in all this years MK never thought to see wukong, who always appeared to him as great and glorious, looks so vulnerable and scared. although MK wasn’t surprised, he now knew the story of the ex-monkey king and the fact that the feeling of being crashed and restrained again made wukong panic had a lot of sence.

But Approaching him again was out of the question.

So he sat next to the staff, still holding his wrist; four eyes poked out of the shadow, ready to protect the kid if needed… but MK wasn’t the one that needed protection right now.

His father would sure arrive soon…probably…did he know where he was? Maybe if he screamed…his father would sure hear him, but maybe he would scare or rage wukong? He could tell rumble and savage, but then he would be without protection… was his father trying to reach for him but his sigil didn’t let him throw? Would his father even save wukong?…he was tasked to kill him…

The prince sighed, he needed to say something at to try to calm wukong down.

“He will come for us…” MK lied

Wukong slowly turned to MK, head in his hands, dead stare in those red eyes with golden pupils, glamour obviously down…. phantom pain probably back.

“He won’t…” wukong answered with venom in his voice “he has no reason to-“

“Isn’t the fact that he loves us a good reason?” MK asked, he had to choose well his words, he didn’t want to get sun wukong angry

“Love” started wukong growling “doesn’t move mountains”

“You shouldn’t underestimate love-“ “LOVE IS AN IDIOTIC FEELING AND CAUSES NOTHING BUT PAIN!!” Wukong shouted suddenly making MK flinch , shadows moving behind him, but in his rage wukong didn’t seem to notice….

“I loved my people but they decided to follow a fake king over ME; I loved my brother, they were my family, but they kept me getting in trouble, getting me hurt” as he kept going wukong was getting horrifying close, fear raising in the boy heart.

At least he wasn’t thinking about the rocks that would soon crash them- was the only thing that MK could think to light up the mood

“I loved my master” the thought of Tripitaka immediately made the phantom pain start again “he freed me, he was like a father to me…BUT LOOK WHAT HE DID TO ME!!” Shouted wukong as he was pointing at the golden fillet on his head “HE KEPT LYING AND HURTING EVEN WHEN I WAS DOING NOTHING WRONG BUT I ALWAYS PROTECTED HIM” tears falling from the ex-king eyes.

“I LOVED LIU ER MIHOU! And he betrayed me! Allied with heaven to put me down, they got me in chains… HE TOOK MY STAFF, MY CROWN, MY PEOPLE, MY MOUNTAIN! He should have been my loyal warrior and stay dead!”

“I wanted my life back… then” wukong growled again dangerously close “you came and stole what love liu er had left for me” if he had come even a little closer rumble and savage would have surely attacked, instead the great sage started to step back, head in his hands again as he reached the rocky wall “I thought you were just a puppy for him, a tool to heal his sorrow with… but he- he would have died for you…as he would have done for me long ago…” the ex- king let himself fall hugging himself for confort.

It was a lot to take in for the boy, he found himself moving closer to wukong, the other was not moving, than the stopped not too close but not too far away and said quietly, just as how they would talk when Xiaotian was a child “you were always the hero of his stories…” wukong looked at the boy “ he talked about you with love and admiration… he stayed up for so many night just to go visit you, he always brought you the best things, the best fruits.” The boy found himself smiling “ I always thought it was odd how he kept looking at his left, expecting you to be there, as he was at your right… I don’t think he never stopped loving you,neither now.” Mk and wukong looked at each other, silence between them.

Silence that was broken by the great sage with a chuckle “ he never shut up about you…” , MK just smiled “I think we both have a place in the six eared macaque’s heart…”

#lego monkey kid #monkiekid wukong #sun wokung #six eared macaque #lego mk #monkey king

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xbalayage · 6 months

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The Princess and The Merchant AU

WC: 1,396

A/N: My brain and fingers wanted to add another part into the AU I created but done in Silvio's POV, the main story only takes place through Emma's eyes. This is at a turning point in the AU where she learns of him being a prince.

"You're..—a prince?"

My shoulders flinched, and that wasn't an easy thing to get me to do by any means. But out of anyone to overhear the conversation, why'd it have to be you? Why now? I wasn't ready for you to know. Hell, I never wanted you to know. I don't claim that part of myself. But in our fair time together, I've kept a lot from you. I was the exact thing you were tryna stay away from and I knew it too. But I was selfish. I turned, my eyes wide with surprise upon hearin' your voice and seein' that look on your face.

You wore your cloak again, the one you often wore to escape the seein' eyes of royalty that stalked your every movement to come and see me in town at my stall. I was just talkin' to one of Valerio's guards that often comes to check on me, even though I've told the rotten mutt I don't need the assistance; I knew I had a bad feelin' about tonight, you must've heard the guard mention my status because even under the glow of the lights and the full moon, your expression was unmistakable— it was the look of betrayal.

I could see your shoulders shake, your palms hugging your fingers in a tight hold - you were always an open book, even now.

"'Ey, listen, I—" but I didn't see THAT coming. Before I could even utter a word further of explanation, your hand rose and delivered a swift open hand smack across my cheek. It rang in my ears and stung at my face, turning it to the side completely. For a dainty, little princess kept inside a cage to read endless amounts of books, I couldn't deny your strength. But fuck, that hurt. Of course I'm going to scowl! I've never had someone disrespect me so blatantly before. "Why you—"

"How could you lie to me!"

Those words stopped me in my tracks. The night was young as the moon shone overhead but only fellow merchants and a few stragglers were paradin' around buying wares and closing shop; I felt all of their curious stares on us and all I could think of was your safety. I couldn't give two shits if their attention was on me, but if a royal guard patrolling catches wind that you're outside the palace, we'll both face hell. I moved quick to cover your mouth, dragging you with me into an alley out of sight as you fought me the entire way; you may be strong, but you're not as strong as me. And before I even got a chance at letting you go, I felt sharp teeth enter the bottom of my palm. "Fuck!" You quickly put distance between us that felt like miles apart.

"Get your filthy hands off me! I can't believe you! After.. after all the time we've spent together! I— I gave myself to you! You were my FIRST. I— I thought you were different, Silvio! But you've just been lying to me this whole time! Was any of this real?" You were shooting verbal shots left and right but instead of dodging their bullets, I took everything you said head on, allowing each of them to puncture at gunpoint, all directly aiming at my heart.

Shit, when had I become so soft? For once, I stayed silent; I couldn't find the words to express how I felt. I didn't sit around thinkin' about shit like love or how I made some woman feel. I was always on the move, venturing off from coast to coast, seeing the world and making a profit. A life as a merchant didn't anchor me to a designated spot for long; even if I chose this lifestyle, I didn't choose this life. Abandoning my status wasn't by choice, but by disownment. Fighting to keep it was a waste of time and being freed from royal chains was a breath of fresh air. I didn't have to worry about anythin' but myself.

Then one day, that was just another day for me, I met you: Emma.

Once I started to see tears weld in your eyes, I couldn't keep my gaze on ya any longer, I had to look away. The guilt was just eating away at my stomach and I started to feel sick. If I was being honest with myself, it was a deserved scolding and I was left with two options: push the best thing that's ever happened to me away for your sake, or come clean and try to fix this stupid misunderstanding. The answer was obvious.

"—Ha! It took ya this long to notice? 'Nd I thought you were smart. Guess ya proved even me wrong. It didn't mean a damn thing to me, ya were just another easy woman to lay with to bide my time before I leave again. What? Did'ya think you were special? That you tamed the untamable? This isn't your books, lady. Fairy tales ain't real. I lied about everythin'. Better get back to your palace and your mutt of fiancee, if you know what's good for ya." I kept a firm, yet convincing, smirk of a mask on my face as my words laced with thorns started encasing your heart whole.

I maintained eye contact when I spoke; I wanted my words to eat you alive, to make you never want to associate with a man like me again. And upon seeing the utter disbelief that danced in your irises, I could tell it worked but ya were searching with hope for something else. You were searching for the actual truth that I was keepin' under lock and key, away from the rays of your eyes. Sorry.. it has to be this way—

"No... you— you said," you stopped yourself from speaking as the tears started to leave the prison in the corners of your eyes. I'd seen you cry before, but fuck, not like this. I can't let my mask fall. Your chest rose heavy in breaths under the cloak you adorned as it matched your tears. "I never want to see you again. Fuck you, Silvio, I hate you!" And there it was, the sailor's tongue you've always known and kept hidden because it would've been improper for a woman of your stature and status to be speaking. You've only ever allowed your guard down with me yet, here I was, taking your heart like a rose from a bush and letting it fall to the ground, stepping on it beneath my shoes.

You ran. And I watched as you went, still with that smug smile etched into my lips. But it was the moment you were far away enough did that smile falter, fast. It had to be this way - the old fart would have my head if he knew about the relationship we shared. I may be disowned from the royal court, but he'd be quick to hang me from the gallows if he caught wind that I fancied you: Valerio's fiancee. I'll figure out a way to fix this, but I needed the time to think and pushing you away would create that space. I hope ya wouldn't hate me forever - but ya won't be marrying my brother. I'll give you your wish of a free life from the courts. I just couldn't find it in me to be honest with ya yet. I needed a plan, I needed to set it into motion.

I looked down at my hand and glanced over the bite mark you left; normally, I would've created a whole scene over somethin' like this. But you were different from any woman I've met through the many seas I've voyaged; I swore to make you mine. I clenched that fist in thought before digging into my pocket and pulling out the bracelet you made for me. I still carried it everywhere for luck. I tossed it into the air before quickly snatching it, bringing it up to my lips for a kiss as my eyes closed, focusing all my energy into you. I quickly returned it back into my pocket before headin' to a bar to cope with my actions tonight, to steel myself from tryna chase you down.

Give me some time.. Emma. I didn't forget our promise, and.. I'm sorry.

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thelegendsoferidar · 11 months

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Timothy Miller-Rodriguez

The sun peeks through my curtains, electricity courses through my bones. Freed from the chains of nighttime I jump out of bed. Most morning’s I would need all the motivation in the world to even think about getting out of bed, but not this morning. I get dressed, wash my face, apply under eye cream for the bags, and take my morning medicine. On the way down the stairs Dad calls up to me to get up.

“Dad, I’m awake.”

He comes in from the kitchen wiping his hands on his apron. “You really are,” He smiles. “you’re taking this very seriously. I’m proud of you. You’ll be the first in our family, you have a lot to prove to the people there.”

“Thanks.” I walk into the dinning room and take a seat.

“I’m confident you won’t be late this time.”

We don’t usually eat breakfast together, especially after mom… and we definitely don’t eat at the dining room table. The nervousness wells up in my stomach. I know how much this means, to Dad and to Centralia. The fact that someone like me, a kid who grew up in Centralia, moved to Suburbia and then got selected for The University of Liminal Or Scientific Education was big enough, but to make into the Liminality program. It’s like a fairytale. I’m being recognized as something more and being given an incomparable life. They say Liminal Auditors live like the kings of old. Mom used to be so afraid for me, but know I can prove my worth.

Dad brings out a plate of Mom’s French toast and eggs and all the emotion comes out in a few tears. I wipe them away quick but dad sees them.

“Son, your mom would proud of you too if she were here.”

We eat together in silence, but not alone.

Dad comes down the stairs in his suit, briefcase in hand. I walk with him to the door.

“You know what time you need to leave?”

“9:20 to catch the 9:30 Train to make the class at 10:45.”

“You sure you don’t want to leave earlier?”

“Dad, if I leave any earlier, I’ll be too early.”

“I know. I just, you know. Have I said I’m proud of you?”

“You have.”

“I am.”

He closes the door behind him and his car sputters away down the road. I sink into the couch in front of the TV and grab the remote. Sunbeams land on the wood floor cut by the white blinds. I get lost somewhere in the light in a hazy sleepless daze. The sunbeams stream down, dividing into rainbows. Each color dances as my eyes lose focus and my body radiates warmth.

Meow.

Milkshake pulls me back to attention stepping onto my lap. I turn on the TV and vegetate.

“This morning our top story is the first day for ULoSE students.”

“That’s right Charlie we profiled Brock Persky, son of Liminal Judge…”

I’m lucky all I have to do today is not make an ass of myself. I don’t think I really have the mental fortitude to get anything real done, let alone do school. I was never the best in Drills, but now that I’m in university I have a plan. I’m not leaving school until all my homework is done, no matter how much I want to go home. I got this. I got this. I got this.

“… I plan on following in my fathers footsteps.”

“What a bright young man with a future ahead of him.”

“Up next, Centralia’s blighted…”

I get up following the lightning coursing through me, how can I stay here when I have so much in front of me?

The subway station smells like death. It makes it hard for me stay still. Usually the janitorial crew clean up after the body is removed, but they must be late today. Grand Suburbia Station is known for its nighttime flings. I normally use the station a couple blocks from home, but it’s shut down due to maintenance.

My eyes wander around the station, I know I’m supposed to look down at my phone and pretend to enjoy whatever social media post, but it just won’t hold my attention right now. In fact that’s what everyone but me is doing. From the besuited businessman to the housewives headed to the grocery store. The entrance to the In-Between, a gate of inky black swirling with purple, connects the rails to the stations. They say a foot in the In-Between is ten in the Real, but only people who have studied Liminality know for certain. The train erupts from the In-Between and stops at the station, a burst of rancid air rising up with it’s stop. I cover my mouth, but its too late. I’m coughing and my eyes are watering. Following instinct I amble onto the train and look for a seat. There’s one in the back faraway from other people where I wont bother anyone. The train pulls away and I fall into someone. He grabs my arm and steadies me, but his hand is tight and violent and I can feel the bruising.

“Hey, watch it loser,”

What are we kids?

“Thank you.”

I finally recover and make it to the seat far away from the guy I fell into. He’s tall and strong with a jawline like a knife. He has perfect skin like pale marble, like the marble they reserve for The Founder. He looks like the kind of jock named, chad, or brock. I feel jealous of his height but at least I have a personality like murder. I bet he was the type of kid who excelled in The Hunts at Drills. He is the sort to hurt people for no reason.

The train pulls through the gate and eats the car and people and eventually me too. The clouds in the subway are extra fluffy today. The sun burns bright over the train casting shadows like waterfalls onto the grassy plains. I lose myself focusing on a cloud. I map the soft edges and shadows with my mind trying to absorb it all. I run my thumb along the edge of the new bruise. If it weren’t for the needless violence that guy would have been nice for steadying me. As we pull in and out of the station the cloud races after the train but never catches up with us before we go back into the Real. I wonder what would happen if it did catch up? would it be like a dog that catches the car?

“This stop is Francisco Station, next stop is University Station.”

The announcer calls me back from my daydream and I realize I’ve been looking in Chad’s direction this whole time. Our eyes meet and I turn away first. I’ve struggled with Mindless behavior my whole life. Mom used to tell me to use the 5-4-3-2-1 method. Things have gotten worse since she’s been gone.

The Train pulls through the gate and into the In-Between again. the tracks bump and jolt running through the never-ending warehouse. Each impact sends echoes that reverberate across the concrete and shake rust from the rafters. They keep this part of the In-Between dark so I stare at my shoes. I take in the green and white sneakers. It’s been popular in Suburbia lately to pair them with dress clothes.

“This stop is University Station, next stop is Strasser Station.”

I stand up at the same time as Chad, who towers over the people around him, he scowls in my direction and turns towards the door. I hang back from leaving just so I don’t have to interact with him anymore than I already have.

The University of Liminal Or Scientific Education is the best and only school in Atlas. People who graduate from here become the elite of Atlas. I got into the Science Program because of my great uncle was friends with the former dean of engineering and reached out before he died. I was put on the probation list for “Classroom Disturbances” my first year, but I got off for my exceptional grades. The Liminality Program was really hard to get into because my family doesn’t have any Liminal Scholars, but the dean let me in after meeting me once.

I shuffle out with the handful of other subway riders. Ahead of me Chad passes through the metal turnstile. A Fractal checks people’s school ID before pushing a button to let them enter. His M16 rests just above his waist. I’ve only seen a Fractal raise a weapon once, but he didn’t need to use his gun. I flash my ID and push through the heavy metal bars and get on the escalator.

The campus is built in a tire and spoke fashion. Each department is assigned a spoke, hallway, for classes except for the Liminality department which holds all its classes in the center circle. The outer circle is used for study rooms and teacher offices. It makes it really easy for me to find my way. The escalator rises to ground level, the midday sun splays across the campus in a cloud dappled pattern. The cool autumn air carries leaves across the brick walkway from the subway station entrance. The campus is situated in a special part of Atlas meant for the exclusive use of students and faculty.

I walk the brick pathway to the wheel gazing past the trees to the perfect lawn of grass. The wind blows red, orange, and brown leaves from the trees onto the pathway. They used ULoSE as the setting for the documentary The Founder’s Path. We use to watch it at Drills when the instructors feel like doing much. It followed the first class of the Liminal program. It was always a little cheesy, like a sitcom.

A faculty member hangs an out of order sign on the front door to the building. The guy in front of me groans and I realize what that means and take off running. Its not put together like I should be, but being late is worse.

I am the last student to make it to class and the professor has started roll call.

I hurry up the stairs to the only open seat in the second to last row in the dead center. I mumble excuse meand sorry, but no one really moves out of the way.

“Timmy…” Dr. Smith trails off.

“Here,” I raise my hand while sliding into my seat.

I unpack my things and look at the astoundingly neat Dr. Smith and Liminality 101 written on the chalk board. It looks almost like a writing machine wrote it for Dr. Smith.

He looks back down at the roll and makes a mark.

Great start. Great start.

“Brock Persky.”

“Here,” They guy from the subway raises his hand.

Yeah, it isn’t.

“Clark Palmer.”

“Here.”

A tall man with blond hair raises his hand. He’s skinny to the bone, but well dressed. It’s clear he has spent a lot of time thinking about what to wear and what will accentuate his body the best. Despite his skinny frame he is the most handsome man in class, his face so pretty he could be a woman, except for the scar near his eye.

“Dan White.”

“Here.”

A man with black hair and blue eyes raises his hand. He might be the most muscular man I’ve ever seen. Maybe even more Muscular than the Privates who would come tell us about continuing with the military during Drills. He’s an image of masculinity chiseled from stone.

“Right,” Dr. Smith shakes his head and takes a moment to compose himself. “Welcome to Liminality 101. My name is Dr. Smith, Professor Smith or simply Professor. You will call me by no other names.”

Dr. Smith walks out from behind the table. He’s an old man, but the sort who has retained his attractiveness through attentive care of his body. He has sharp blue eyes, a full head of sandy brown hair graying at the edges, and a well-built frame he hides beneath a tweed suit.

“In this class you will learn the basics of Liminality which your courses after this semester will be built upon. Pay attention to everything I say and do, it will come up in your later studies.”

Dr. Smith points at the people at the ends of each row and then to the shelves on the sides of the room. They get up without further direction and pass out black books. The people on either end of me offer a book and I take the left one and apologize to the right. He simply passes the book back the end.

The black book is leather bound with its title written in golden lettering. The Book on Liminality. The original text was authored by Alexander Francisco the first, The Founder of liminality and Atlas, but has since been expanded by his son with the same name, and his grandson with the same name. The words are printed in different colors for their contributors, Gold for the first, silver for the second, and copper for the third.

I run my finger across the lettering, taking in the majesty of the book. How many great minds have sat with this very book? How many would kill me for it?

“These books and the words they contain are worth more than your individual lives.” Dr. Smith walks behind the table. “Take the utmost care of them.”

Dr. Smith opens a binder titled Liminality 101 and reads the first page. “Now I’m sure your parents have told you this already, but Grading in this class will be pass fail. There will be no tests, homework, or classwork. I will assess your advancement as I lecture determining whether you pass or fail by the end of the semester. For this reason, and I hope I need not remind ayone again, punctual attendance is mandatory.”

The class comes to a close as Dr. Smith waves for us to leave. I pack up everything save the Book on Liminality, which I hold to my chest. I gingerly make my way down the stairs hoping no one says anything more to me, when I see Dr. Smith motion for me.

“Mr. Timmy a word.”

“Yes Professor.”

“Do take my words to heart. I don’t want you missing any part of the lecture.” A smile spreads across his face. “As the only first generation Student of Liminality you have a lot to catch up on.”

“Yes Professor.”

“The discovery of liminal space saved civilized humanity, …there in that fold in between a dream and the waking world where thoughts and desires affect reality I became a god.”

The Book On Liminality

#The “Problem” With Timothy #original fiction #chapter 1

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everyonesawhoregrace · 2 years

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Shattered (1) discontinued

I think about him only in the dead of winter. His hands on my body and the smell of him. His perfect blue eyes and the way he would wrap his arms around me as if it were our last embrace.

I think about the way he said my name, Joanna, and the way he could smile crookedly after telling a terrible joke.

I think about Thomas Shelby during the night time only because I know he thinks about me when the sun is up. And I don't want the universe to ever put us back together.

I'm a Gypsy-Italian woman, who derived from a family of witches. I was born and raised in Birmingham, a few doors from the Shelby residence.

I was a cellist before I could even walk, and a good girl for the most part. My mother was a horse breeder, she loved to take care of the large beautiful animals. I was close with my mum.

Whilst at home, I met a boy named Tommy. He had a beautiful smile and eyes as blue as the summer sky. I was twelve at the time.

He was handsome even when he was young, so pure and kind. He treated my mum nice, always bringing her flowers in return for an hour of helping her with the horses she nurtured.

I remember poking my head out of the window, watching as this boy - who couldn't be more than three years older than me, take such good care of the horse.

I was flushed, and sold on the idea of wedding him one day. It was love at first sight for me, and shortly after, I'd learn that night that Thomas might have felt the same way.

He called me Anna, and he loved to make me laugh. Thomas and I were head over heels within a week of knowing each other.

I was at my happiest, and now, as a thirty-one year old, I can't help but admit that I still crave the happiness I once had so young.

My bed is empty, and I feel cold. I try to shut my eyes and throw away these bad thoughts, but I can't get rid of him.

He tells me he needs me back in Birmingham. That something has happened and he needs me. The man who haunts me at night needs me.

________

Th feeling of loneliness is unfathomably painful. It's a punishable act done by God, in attempt to hurt you. And Jesus Christ am I hurting.

My eyes flood with tears as I stand before a tombstone reading a name I can't pull my eyes away from.

Shelby.

The grave has been newly dug, as fresh soil fills my nose alongside the sent of flowers. My eyes scan the grave, reading her name.

Grace Shelby.

He lost her only after a few months of having her. A tear rolls down my cheek at thought of Thomas being left alone now. I put down the flowers I picked out and place them on her grave. I run my hand over her name and feel an energy corse through my veins.

My eyes move to the words left on her tombstone.

Loving mother, wife, daughter and friend.

My heart lets out a wince. I always knew he had a child of his own, a little boy who would speak to me in my dreams.

As if it's her tears, raindrops fall from the sky and thunder claps in disarray. An umbrella reaches me before a single drop touches me and I look up to see Pascal. He sends me a reassuring smile, one that says that he wants to go, but he'll happily stand here awaiting me.

I get up to stand, feeling the umbrella move with me. "I feel sorry for him," I mutter, wiping away another tear.

I look at my black gloves and take them off. "And I feel sorry for the boy." I add.

A boy without his mother? How in the world can that work out for anyone. I frown, feeling myself get emotional again. Oh goodness, not again.

"You've sent your condolences." Pascal tells me in a quiet voice.

We walk towards the car that sits a yard away from her gravesite. Grace. I want to say her name in my head, and allow it to linger.

Thomas must have been so infatuated with her, and I can only imagine how she felt about him. So foolish to ever find love in a man like that. Especially if you're as innocent as any other girl.

Thomas Shelby might come off as sweet and good, but inside that man is the devil just waiting to be freed from his chains.

"Does he still live here?" I ask, looking over to the mass amounts of graves. I was prepared to burry Tommy here, I thought the war would kill him.

Pascal walks slow, as I hurry up. He's a tall man who can get to car in two steps, whereas it takes me nearly thirty.

"Yes. With a son, Charlie."

I knew it. I raise my head from my heels and hear a buzzing in my ear. Someone is around us. I look around, making sure to not be seen and instantly locate the man who watches us a few feet away. A man in a black coat and hat stands a few feet away.

"Pascal," that's all I have to say as he looks around.

Pascal nods, "Harry Camden, he works for you."

"Why do I need two times the protection?"

"Because Birmingham isn't what it used to be, ma'am. Nearly every bloke has a weapon on them. It's dangerous."

"Dangerous," I nearly laugh. "If I'm to be shot in the town that my mother gave birth to me then so be it." I hiss. "I wish to be buried beside her, this you know."

He nods. "Right ma'am."

A smirk plays on my lips. "If someone has the balls to harm me whilst I stay here, I wish my assassin nothing but success in their life." I clear my throat. "The lord has tried endlessly to take my life, and has failed miserably each time."

Pascal hates it when I speak about the lord in vein but the truth is the truth. He goes silent and I walk with my head high, the car that sits beside mine is new. I raise an eyebrow, looking at it as I walk down a hill slowly. Pascal assists me, as I don't loose eye contact.

The door pops open and I continue to stare until seeing a man step out of the passenger side and look at me. He's tall and handsome, far too angelic to be the monster everyone gives him the title of. Rain falls over his head, and those eyes. Those eyes that have haunted my dreams countless times stares back at me for once.

Thomas Shelby.

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Broken Dreams – Chapter 2 – A Powers of Pakresh Story

The Memories of Steelhill

Arrora – Half-Elven Woman

21st of Trilqilst, 4986 A.E.

I sucked in air like a gasping fish. My mouth gaping, my lungs heaving, my eyes closed as tightly shut as I could. Feeling the cold rush of air fill my chest with the hope of freedom. Breath no longer tainted with sapping magic. Life no longer plagued by a hell made of ten bars by ten bars. No longer scented of iron and fear.

Freedom.

My eyes opened then. As the first desperate breath snaked from my lips in a billowing exhale. The soft, dark eyes of my savior meeting mine for just a moment before hardening in preparation and looking away. His neck, thick and ridged, twisting his vision away from my own. Peering with squinting eyes into the darkness. Listening for guards to come running.

There was more work to be done. This mountainous man had freed the two of us already, but we were far from escape. And I was little more than dead weight. But the adrenaline of hope still coursed through my veins. I couldn’t fight as I was now. I couldn’t even stand on my own. But I had spent my time here listening. Learning. Remembering. I could help. I tried to speak again.

“celma -,” I spat out. The word hot in my mouth. Weighing down my tongue with an unimaginable heaviness. “mage.” I barely continued. I was going to make myself useful. Ingratiate myself to this behemoth and earn my freedom. “arjen – shield.” I could only hope my message would be both heard and then understood. “on patrol.” My sentence - hardly coherent – delivered. I could now only stare at the side of my rescuers head. Praying he knew what I meant to convey.

His body shifted forward for but a moment, his eyes glancing to me. Before, as gently as he could, he picked my body off of the ground. With no strength to protest against him, he maneuvered me to the back of my iron cage. My back resting against my once-prison as he turned to me and nodded. His voice weeping from his throat, dark and slow, “Understood.”

A single word. A single word of understanding and I felt the weakness of relief sweep through me. Turning limbs to mush for but a moment.

The heavily muscled figure slunk itself to the ground before moving forward on four limbs. Panther-like in posture. Almost silent in this den of chains. Moving into the darkness, out of my sight. With naught but the whispering chill of an autumn night, there was nothing I could do but await his return. Wait and do what I’ve done for the last month. Listen and think.

It had been too much time since I last been outside that cage. But I could already feel power returning to my limbs and my soul. Strength flowing to muscle and the Eternal tugging at my mind. It felt wonderful. But it would be at least an hour before I could even think about casting a spell. At least anything powerful. I raised my hand, willing sparks to dance between the fingertips. A simple parlor trick I had done more times than I can count.

I watch as red light spits from my hand. Cold and dim, they’re sparks in only the loosest sense of the word. But the Eternal flows through me once again. My magic works. Good. My experiment accomplished; I turn my attention to the sounds filtering through my ears.

The soft coo of an owl. The whispering wind of the plains. And, there, approaching softly, a conversation. I can’t make out the words, just the tones. One male and one female. I was right. Celma and Arjen were on patrol. My breath hitched in my throat involuntarily. I had seen them almost every day, but not since I was first imprisoned had I done so outside the confines of my cage. The short-haired woman looking at me like I was a child as I threw myself at the walls of my prison. Trying desperately, fruitlessly, to escape.

What would she do if she found me? I was too weak to fight back. My rescuer had slunk away. I could do nothing. Nothing. My eyes rolling in a soft panic, I spread my arms. Like a bird about to take flight. Looking, feeling, for anything. Something to hold. To grip and anchor myself.

My fumbling digits closed tightly around a haft of cold, bent metal. One of the iron rods that had kept me imprisoned for so long ripped from their socket. Thrown to the ground as I was pulled from my cage by the leifr.

Yanking the two-foot-long metal pipe into my lap, I gripped it tightly with both hands. Trying, and failing, to filter my breath through my nose in an easy flow. My chest felt like it was collapsing. So close to true freedom, and yet so far. There was nothing I could do. I was too weak. Alone. My wardens stalking their way toward me. Had they found me already? They didn’t care. They already knew and they didn’t care. Like walking through a field of flowers. I was a child. A distraction. They knew where I was. I was going back in the cage.

My breath hitched again as I closed my eyes as tightly as I could. The ringing in my ears deafening, as if ignorance to the situation would afford me an escape.

I almost didn’t hear it. The sound of a sucking thud. Like throwing something large and flat into a pit of mud. Wet and heavy. Followed almost immediately by what sounded like metal collapsing in on itself. The clear sound of struck iron ringing for but a moment before a smothering weight lulled it to silence.

I heard her voice, then. A soft gasp of surprise. Like Celma had dropped something. Or seen someone. Before it picked up in speed and volume. Chanting words of power flowing from her mouth with practiced speed. I knew it. I knew it. She had seen me. Arjen was playing defense while she was going to bombard me with spells from afar. I tucked my head down between my legs and as far behind my torso as I could manage. As if that would hide me. Let alone protect me.

Had I paid attention beyond my own shivering fear, I might have heard the waver in her voice. A shaking of panic and loss. Perhaps I may have also heard the second sucking thud and sound of collapsing fabric. Though all of that had faded to little more than a buzz in the back of my brain. The ghostly sound of echoing footsteps and cruel laughter marching toward me. They had found me. They saw me. I was going back in the cage. They saw me. I was going back in the cage. They saw m-

I gasped in abject terror at the warm hand landing on my shoulder. My eyes stretched wide, rolling in fear. My weakened arms barely able to swing the metal pole I held in my lap. The act more akin to a lazy wave than a physical attack. My ineffectual defense landing softly against the torso of a much larger man.

His baby-blue skin marred with splashes of deep red, almost black in the darkness of this den of chains. A swath of burnt flesh ran up his right collarbone, angry and large. The muscle beneath charred and blacked with arcane fire. Smoking softly with the acidic smell of burnt skin. His eyes focused with intensity softened at my pitiful display. His torso leaning towards me, a soft silencing “shhh,” leaking from his lips. Attempting to quiet my already silent scream.

“It’s okay.” His voice like sugar for how sweet it felt to my ears. “What next?”

The question hit me like a splash of cold water. The terror of discovery abating at the much greater fear of being left behind. I had a menagerie of jewels I yearned to display. Hard-won gems I forged with my mind over this month of torture.

I was going to prove myself.

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I will admit that Rasmia is revealing herself to be far more patient than I could expect. Despite having put this before the negotiations for my scarf, she's not putting any pressure on us - on the contrary, she's pretty much leaving us be. I have returned to lean against Echo's chest, eys half closed, trying to reorganize my thoughts as best as I can.

Echo is here. He came so far from Deadbridge just to make sure he could call me back if no one else could take care of it. This place is protected, but he completely disregarded the consequences of exposing himself to possible researches of the ones looking for him with dangerous intent. It always worried me; even when I asked him if I could use his office to try and contact gods so that no one else could trace my activities, I would make things as quick as I could make them, so that he could return to stay there. And yet, this constricting lifestyle is taking a toll on him and his body, not to mention how he longs for home. Hearing him talk about the Moonpool Causeways was moving; that's why I swore to myself that, before I die, I shall make sure that he's free to do as he pleases, being freed of his burden and of his chains.

But then, a flash crosses my mind, and I turn back to the witch. She's witnessing personally how important Echo turned to be for me. I see her observing us... "So, now we can get back to what we interrupted," she reintroduces the topic again with a smile. I lock eyes with her, not escaping from her prying gaze, and she lightly raises her chin. "Which were you offerings again?"

I take a moment to rebuild a proper answer, but a sigh blocks me first. My tentacles drop a tad, and I narrow my eyes, looking elsewhere. I'm not feeling defeated yet, but there's no good in not being honest with myself, and her. "Echo is not up to trade. If this calls our deal off, I'll make sure to find something more valuable for you, but I'd rather not make you waste time."

She almost squints at me with a chuckle and tilts her head. "I've come so far for this to happen, and I told you I'm in a good mood; I'm not letting you go without anything, but you will have to work extremely hard from now on to find something more than this to satisfy me."

She is... right. I know she's right. Even while discussing with her, I haven't even stopped holding him. It's going to be a challenge even for me... but if this has to be my last deal with the witch in order to protect him, then so be it. I return to her with my eyes. "Well then, let me tell you about my options again. I can either share about my experience in the afterlife and show you how uncommon it has been, or I can give you the memories of the reason why I'm roaming the lands in the first place."

I feel my heart sinking to the hypothesis of having to lose so much, but one thing consoles me. No matter what I'm going to give up upon here - my actions will not be erased, and what I did well will not be forgotten by anyone else. Nor I will lose my drive to keep making the good difference that always defined my ways to act, because even if that may be how it started, it became so much more solid with this journey.

Plus... I don't even know if I'm ever going to meet Igris again. My only regret is to never have spoken again to him after he left, but he was the one going without an explaination, and no clue about it was ever given. It must be how it was meant to be; maybe he just didn't even want me to know... If we do meet again, we will have to start over, but if our connection meant anything then it's going to be worth investing in again... it'll be on him, and I can trust him with that... even if he turned his back on me, right...?

The doubt gnaws at my soul, but I can't afford to falter, especially to the response I get: "Why not both?"

Echo can easily feel me become rigid in his arms. He's watching over me and following the back and forth, but he's clearly decided to not interfere. He's just offering me support through my choices, no matter how difficult they may be, and I'm grateful, because this is something I need to deal with and be convinced of on my own. "Both? Don't you think that the vision of the other side and everything that happened to bring me back to life without a ritual is a tad too much on the balance?"

But her silver tongue slashes again. Her position of power is undeniable, and I need the godly gift back. "Oh dear, if these conditions are too much for you, nothing forces you to do it. You can keep your precious memories, and I will keep my scarf."

I squint at her - it was never her scarf. She's that confident that I cannot refuse this, however, and sadly she's right. What a stab... "...would that much be enough...?"

In the meantime, she snaps her fingers, and from between the piles of trophies she earned in time, I see the scarf emerging and flying to her. She caresses it with a mumble as if it was a beloved pet. I follow it with my gaze, observing the fine blue cloth decorated in shiny fish scales, as pretty as they're cutting. A bladed dancing scarf indeed, but such a beautiful one. Perfect for me. "Mhh, yes. I mean, you know what I'm really interested in; the other thing is more of a whim."

I'm so well aware of that, but I... cannot. I lower my head for a few moments. Then I turn to Echo; I steal one more quick kiss before leaving his embrace and fully turning to the timeless woman. "Fine."

The pleasant smile turns into a sinister shade of a smirk. "State the terms of the deal then, very clearly."

I take one more deep breath. "I offer the knowledge of my experience in the afterlife, from the moment I closed my eyes to when I opened them again..."

She waits for the rest, victorious. "And...?"

While my voice gets unsteady, the words still come out unmistakable. "...and the memory of Igris..."

"For...?"

"For my scarf."

She seems to close an eye on how she dislikes me talking about my scarf, since she really considers it hers at the moment. But what does she care about it now? A magical glint crosses her irises.

"Deal. Closer, if you will."

She beckons me with a hand, and I obey. I walk by her side with my head high; I don't need to remind myself why I'm doing this. It's going to be my last chance at life. My last chance at solving my duty and fulfill my mission, for the gods and for the Soulless. For my teammates and my loved ones. I must be ready, and so I am. She casts her spells on me: first, I get the glimpses of my meeting with the brothers, the conversation with the Man in Red, and Pharasma's severe figure looming over me. Then, I get a glimpse of my whole life...

Since I can remember, I felt myself being drawn to the stars. It was an irresistible call which made me restless in the water cage that Jaha and the Lake were, more and more as I grew up. I would surface to stare at the infinite night sky, observing every star as if I could attune to it even when I didn't know much more than its beauty; I counted so many meteors over the years, and observed the Moon traversing its course time and time again. I did it from the waters, from the shores; but it was never enough, until the right moment to answer the call arrived. I had no more place to call home or return to; all I had was the guidance of the asters watching over me. So they led me to Vrath, where I met Azemondeus, Hoyt; my journey began, and along the way I made friends and fought enemies. When Azemondeus left, Zinnya arrived. Love bloomed along the way, and achievements adorned my crown of experiences, up to this day.

I feel invigorated. This is what I fight for. Rasmia heaves a sigh of satisfaction, and the scarf flies in my reach. I take off the common one which accompanied me so far, and I finally wear it again with a moved smile... and hold its ends tight to my chest.

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Chapter 4: Intimacy.

Lucifer groaned again as he very slowly released my wrists from his grip.

His rough hands started to paw at my night plaid pants.

"I'm in mating season, Samantha. You know what I need from you, Baby."

That came out really harsh. He couldn't help it at this point.

His hormone level was getting worse.

The more he smelt my scent, the more he wanted pound into me, but of course, he didn't remember how to start anything like that.

Especially with me.

"Ummm. . . Help?"

He whispered as he looked down at me with pleading blue eyes.

Finally freed from his grip, my slender hands started to work on Lucifer's jeans; being careful so I didn't hurt him.

I heard a low hiss rambled in Lucifer's chest as I felt his chest vibrat.

That must have felt good to not have his erection restricted in his jeans.

"Wow. . ."

I whispered as I looked up at him with darkened green eyes.

"You are really horny. My poor Lucifer. . ."

Once I got his jeans pushed to his mid thighs, I started tried to get out of my own plaided night pants but no luck.

The sudden release from his restricted jeans felt incredible.

He had climbed off the bed as he manged to kick his boots off followed by his jeans and then his shirt.

This was freedom to him; especially now during this mess.

Lucifer, immediately, dive back into the bed.

Back in between my clothed legs.

He hooked his fingers around the elastic waist band of my pants. As Lucifer pulled them off my slender legs, my aroma drifted into his nose.

His eyes closed as his long eyelashes fluttered.

"That. . . That's the smell. . ."

Lucifer inhaled deeply as he tossed my pants and panties ontop of his on the floor.

How long has I been this wet for him?

The last piece of clothing that kept us apart was his boxers and they didn't last too long.

He rolled onto his back as he pulled down the annoying piece of clothing.

"Come here. . ."

His voice was thick and low.

When I was naked, I got on my knees as I pulled my shirt off, tossing it on the floor.

Then I crawled over to Lucifer as I straddled his hips, I slowly slipped myself down onto his very harden erection, groaning.

He was thick and big.

It take me a few minutes to adjust to his size.

"Lucifer. . . You're so big. . . And so thick. . ."

I half moaned and half groaned out. It was like he was made for me or vice versa.

Oh, wait. I was.

I then placed my tiny hands on his hairy chest as I started to gentle grind against him.

I had a feeling that soon or later that Lucifer would flip us over and pound the shit out of me and be in control.

He hated being controlled and I knew that.

Lucifer tossed his head back onto the pillow, his eyes closed for a second as he snapped his fingers.

The bunker bedroom shifted into his old bedchambers back in Hell.

The bed was much bigger. The velvet black curtains hang out on the tall windows, red and black candles were lit all around the bedchambers. The silk red sheets felt amazing underneath him as I felt amazing ontop of him.

Of course, there were chains that hung behind the headboard of the bed.

"Sammy. . ."

He growled lowly as his hand moved underneath my hair to bring my head closer to his.

As Lucifer kissed me deeply, he pushed himself deeper within my tightness.

His snake like tongue demanded enteric into my mouth as it danced against my teeth.

I sunk my teeth into Lucifer's lip, pained, as I felt him push himself deeper within me.

Just how big was Lucifer's erection?

I had felt his snake like tongue dance against my teeth, I opened my mouth and allowed that snake tongue in.

God, this felt so good.

Having him underneath me and deep within me was something that I always wondered if I would get to experience.

I broke the kiss as I tossed my head back into his hand, riding him harder.

"Lucifer. . ."

Ten to eleven inches.

Eleven on a good day.

He growled at me when he felt my teeth sunk into his lip. Within the matter of seconds, he flipped us so he was now in control and I was being controlled.

Lucifer had moved his hand from behind my neck to my hips. He pulled me into him.

We were close to each other.

Extremely close to each other.

Slowly the Devil started to thrust into me. His pace stayed study and gentle for a few minutes so my tightness could get use to him.

"Sammy, if this hurts too much you need to tell me now and we'll figure something else out."

Oooh and his massive black wings were now unfolded from his back as they partly laid on the bed.

"You bit my lip kinda good, Baby."

When I felt him pull me closer to him, I automatically locked my slender legs around his waist, locking my ankles.

"Your size just surprised me."

I knew this was probably going to be painful but Lucifer was worth the pain that he was to put me though.

"I'm okay. Black for go, red for stop, and yellow for caution."

I whispered as I looked up at Lucifer before mouthing the word.

'Black.'

That made him feel better.

Lucifer forced my leg lock to break as he casted my left leg over his shoulder.

Carefully the Devil started to move in and out of my wet tightness.

His left hand gripped my ankle to keep me still as his right went to kneed my breast.

"Oh, my sweet girl. . . You feel amazing."

He mumbled as he turned his head to kiss my ankle. He almost bit meback from before but instead he was good boy and don't.

Instead he decided to give me another joy ride as he started to pick his pace up slightly.

The not so nice right hand of Lucifer clammped down on my breast, but not enough to hurt me.

Just enough to remind I that he was control and that I was being controlled.

He then stopped altogether. He withdrew his erection from my wetness, and he moved my leg off of his shoulder. Even his hand had let my breast free.

"Get on all fours. Now."

Lucifer demanded.

Just when I was getting use to his size, he did that to me.

"You're such a fucking tease."

But then the less, I rolled onto my hands and knees.

I didn't dare want to upset him.

I moved myself a bit closer to his headboard. I knew that Lucifer was about to take me from behind. I felt my wetness drip down my legs and onto the bedsheets beneath me.

I felt almost embarrassed about that.

I laid my arms on the pillows that laid in front of me, crossed armed.

"Good girl. . ."

He smacked my ass hard as he got behind me and shoved his eleven inch erection into my wet hole.

Lucifer growled as he felt my tightness stretch around his erection.

A single hand fisted my beautiful chocolate locks gentle as he started thrust into me.

"Be vocal for me, Baby."

He purred slightly as he continued to pound into me, mercilessly. I was going to be so sore and raw after our intimate session.

"Fuck, fuck, Sammy. Oh, you feel so fucking good. You've been waiting for Daddy to get like this towards you, haven't you?"

His razor sharp teeth sunk into my bare smooth shoulder blade.

He wasn't always a gentle lover.

He was probably going to regret giving into his urges.

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I'm not a part of your game, stop pouring fuel to my rage. Don't think you're so hard to break. Come close to me. [×2] I freed myself from this chain, now watch me rise and reclaim everything, I'm here to stay. Come close to me. [×2]

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Punishment part-2

warnings; - dom harry, wax play, electro-shock play, dirty talk, ropes, toys, bad words, edging, bondage, whipping. 18+ .........9 years age gap (Yana is 9 years younger) send me requests and concepts please hope you enjoy 😊.

Harry’s pov;-

Yana and I had our dinner and right now we are watching an episode of friends. I’m letting her rest a bit so she can take so much more. She is in my lap, half, she is on my side, head on my chest hand wrapped around my waist, and legs upon mine. She does this when she is tired or when she knows I’m tired or mat at her.

''Harry'' she said' 'hmm'' I mumberld

‘’Are you mad or upset with me?'' She asked picking her head from my chest to look at me. the sadness in her voice

‘’A little yeh’, but more like disappointed’’I said without looking at her. I can see from the corner of my eyes she was holding back tears. Yana is a very sensitive person, she devotes herself to me, she believes in me so much even I don’t believe in myself that much. I don’t think someone has ever loved me as much as she loves me. She’ll be all upset when I’m upset or even when she is sad and I’m happy she’ll be all happy. In this generation where I thought I’ll never really find anyone yana came into my life and filled me with love, so much love. She is always, always there for me. There is no single movement where I needed a shoulder to cry or celebrate something or needed a solution to some situation and yana wasn’t there. She is an old soul just like me, only wants to love nothing else in return. I hope she knows I love her more than anything in this world and I heartily appreciate everything she does for me.

She knows I like control in bed and she trusts me with her soul with that.

‘’I’m really sorry harry’’she said with a trembling voice.

‘’It’s fine’’I was a little disappointed but it’s not like it was so much of a deal. We both know I was just enjoying and I know she was sorry as soon as I asked about breaking my rule. I could see it in her eyes, they were teary but she didn’t cry.

‘’ I know it’s not fine. and that you’re unhappy too. I should have waited for you’’she was looking at me

‘’You’re taking the punishment for it, aren’t you? So it’s ok.’’I said truthfully

‘’I know I’m. But- I- I- Am just sorry’’she dropped her head a little. she never makes eye contact with me especially when I’m angry she gets scared it’s not that I scare her trust me it’s just she finds it hard.

‘’It’s ok love.’’I look at her I know if I don’t take her in my arms now she’ll start crying so I took her I’m my arms and kissed her all over her face.

‘’I love you harry’’she hugged me.

‘’ I love you more my love and I’m not upset with ya’. Alright? Don’t feel bad about it. Think about how you took your punishment. My strong girl. I’m so proud of ya’’I said and hugged her tight. We sat like that for another 10 minutes

10 min later;-

‘’ I’m ready’’she said suddenly

‘’Um- what’’I asked confusingly

‘’ I- um ready for whatever you have in mind’’her voice slow like perfect submissive, but I don’t want her to feel like submissive I just want control I don’t like when she looks down or speaks slowly. I want my girl to enjoy instead of taking what I am giving

‘’ Bub why are you talking to me in a slow voice and why is your head down instead of up, you’re very confident, than the way this?I asked rubbing her back for her comfort.

‘’ It’s just i.. I feel guilty. Like I’ve been caught, which I have but I’m like…guilty.’’She said looking up at me then immediately she looked down in her lap. I swear I saw her teary eyes and it breaks my heart.

‘’No need to feel bad love. And no need to cry too. You said you’re ready yeh’?She nodded

‘’then go to the red room and wait for me’’I said giving her a big smileShe didn’t smile back‘’bub if you’re gonna be like that then we are not doing anything,’’I added

‘’ No no no I’m-… I wanna go and see what have in store for me, let’s see what Mr. styles have got’’ she smiled and winked

‘Ahh- really huh call me Mr.styles one more time I dare you baby girl’’I grabbed her taking both of her wrists in one hand and tickling her

‘’ ahhh harry no, stop..stop’'

‘’Nah- uh uh I’m not stopping and I was thinking too that what should I add to your punishment’’I started ticking her harder

‘’ Ohh sorry I’m gonna pee harry stop. fuck’’she laughed

‘’ Whoah shameless child, you’ve got dirty mouth love’’I gasped dramatically

‘’ You’re acting like a child and you’ve got a filthier mouth, baby boy. And please stop I’m really gonna pee’’she pleaded to laugh

‘’We are not even started and you are begging to stop what a shame’’I teased she narrowed her eyes and laughed. There she is back to herself finally laughing I love her like this.

‘’We’ll see about that’’she winked knowing she’ll lose as always

‘’ Challenging me, my love?’’I raised my eyebrow. She nodded

‘’we’ll see when you’re begging me to stop and when you beg I’ll do it more so next time when you challenge me you’ll think ’’she stared at me. She clenched her thighs‘’ already wet love?’’ I asked

‘’No’’ she said quickly

‘’Don’t lie bub I saw you clenching your thighs’’

I stared at her she shook her head‘’so if I undress you right now you won’t be wet? I questioned She shook her head again

‘’Ohh if I undress you And I don’t see you wet you’re forgiven but if I checked and you’re wet you’re in for a terrible one. (Punishment) so again are you wet angel?’’

‘’Yes, daddy’’she said I smiled

‘’Does my filthy mouth gets you wet? Without me even touching you? How pathetic.’’I stated

‘’Yes, pathetic for you daddy no one else’’ she said shyly

‘’Yeah that’s my girl, you look so good when you smile Now, let's see how you look when you cry.’’ ‘’now go wait for me in the red room. Strip and do whatever I’ll be right there in 5 mins max’’ i said she nodded and went upstairs.

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As I entered the room I was shocked she was wearing a sexy linger and was on her knees, Hands-on her lap and face down but not too much jus straight but down type god I love this girl so much. I smiled at her she was being good for me.

‘’Bub look at me’’I said she looked at me not sad or like submissive just yana my yana. The excitement in her eyes‘’ you look lovely in that bub and on you’re knees too’I winked at her with a smile.

‘’Wore just for you sir’’she smiled

‘’ Yea?’’She nodded

‘’Now pup get up and get there on the X’’I gestured (X means X shaped pillars, the one like 50 shades of freed had I the movie ig but this were thinner than that)

‘’Okay sir’’she said and went there I went to get some ropes. I know I can easily chain her and I don’t need ropes but I want her to remember this so I’m not gonna go easy. I lit some candles at the time and put them aside I took ropes and went to her

‘’Strip’’I said she obeyed.

''I want you to feel the rope burn your skin as it tightens around your fragile body. Let me hear your little whimpers, as you squirm needily. Beg me to fuck you, tell how much you want, no, NEED me.’'

Yana was so sensitive to my touch that, even if I touch her neck or kiss it she’ll be dripping. I tied her up with ropes hands on top of X and legs open too. Everything is tied and fully exposed for me to use however I want. And she can’t even move more than 2 inches.

''Such a dumb slutty rope bunny, turned on over just a few ropes binding you. Don't get me started on that preciously weak facial expression of yours. So cute and stupid, you just want to be used as a toy. Be good’’I ordered.I went behind her She was all naked for me. I ran my hands through her sides to her arms to her neck again to her sides to her thighs she was whining but couldn’t move too much.

‘’You like being tied up bunny? you like when daddy takes control over your body. Do you Like when you are all helpless to daddy? Like being used huh?’’I asked not expecting an answer I know my words get her wet so I ran my hand over her slit

‘’you’re dripping angle. I’ve not even touched you yet and look at you..dripping for me’’she moaned loudly I started kissing her neck. I held her throat with one finger making her look up and the other just resting around her neck. I started kissing her hard leaving hickeys all over the neck. And started rubbing her cilt slowly too She moaned

‘’feels so good sir’’

'’Yeah? There might be so much in your stomach because I didn’t let you cum right?’’I asked voice dominating

‘’Yes sir there is a lot in there’’she said weakly as I drawing a fast circle on her clit and pushed her lower stomach in

‘’ So small touch of mine and you’ll cum?''I asked

‘’Yes sir I’ll make a good mess for you please let me cum I’m so close please please let me’’she pleaded

‘’You’re gonna cum baby girl? Go ahead come’’I fasten my speed

‘’ Oh god yes yes I’m cumming sir’’she said and I pulled my hands off of her clit leaving her unsatisfied. she was a whimpering mess.

"The more you squirm, the more I will ruin your orgasm,”I threatened I held her breasts in my hand both of them they re exactly my hand size. I massaged them a little and went to stand in front of her. Her head was reacting on her shoulder. I attached my mouth to her left nipple sucking it and massaging it with my mouth. She moaned and tried to close her leg. Poor puppy. I smirk on her boob kissed all of her chest parts and backed off. Looking at her she is so helpless. I took oil in my hands and massaged her boob, her chest, her hands, her neck, her stomach, her legs, and her pussy in short whole body. She was shining from all the oil

‘’ pup don’t squirm much it will get you in trouble’’I warned she nodded and stayed still.

‘’Now, you’ll do as I say right?’She nodded

‘’ I’m gonna untied you one hand and you’ll do as I say’’I untied her right hand

‘’Draw slow circles to you clit baby and don’t stop, if you stop without me telling you. I’ll give you 3 ruined orgasms do you understand? You stop 1 time to feel relief and I give you 3 bad ruined orgasm. Whatever you want’’I said.

‘’ I understand sir’’she said I nodded. I came up with you wax candles in my hand she was shocked ‘’rub you clit bubs’’ I ordered. She started rubbing her over-sensitive clit. I dropped wax on her chest and held it there just moving slightly to cover up her boobs with wax. She hissed at burning

‘’Does it burn pretty girl?’’I asked dropping it on her nipple

‘’Yes sir too much’’she hissed hand still rubbing clit my both candles were nearly over

‘’good. Move your hands' fast dove’’I said looking at her hand. She did it faster

‘’Sir I’m close please please sir please let me cum’’she begged I smiled

‘’Go faster baby and stop pleading it’s not getting you anywhere, go faster’’ I ordered

‘’Ahhh ah-uh sir…’’she cried

‘’I said more faster can’t you listen to me’’I said voice up. She was going faster and faster I know when she is right on her edge and that she was planning on cumming too.

"It feels so good, though, doesn't it?" I smirk as she nodded she was right on the edge...‘’Stop’’ I said and she didn’t, she wanted to cum ‘’ I SAID STOP SLUT’’ I took her hand and tied it again. ‘’SLUT’’ I said shaking my head.

I took all of the candles wax and threw it all over her body except her cunt.

‘’Ahhhhhhhh sir burns’’she screamed I chuckled

‘’Yes baby scream this is just starting so think how much you’re gonna scream’’I smiled and she looked at me with pleading eyes. I took some more candles and again covered every single part of her body. She whined but couldn’t do anything except taking it. I smiled at her helplessness. Then I took one which was in glass (candle) and lit it up and let it be for some seconds till it’s was is melted a bit. I looked at her and grin her face drooped haha! I brought a candle near her wide open pussy she hissed at the feeling. I moved it around a bit and stooped on her clit a little further didn’t wanna actually burn her.

‘’There was so much ice in your underwear an hour ago right? She nodded ‘’so here’s a candle heat it up baby’’I smiled and drag the candle closer to her clit

‘’Shit sir burns please can’t whole body is on fire from wax sir please’’she pleaded I chuckled and threw all melted part on her pussy

‘’Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck shit it’s too much sir it burns uhhh’’she tugged to her restrains to feels some relief but bad luck?

‘’I know baby girl I know’’I kissed her teary cheeks I again took one candle and lit it and threw all the was on her body parts as well as her ass

‘’Sirrrrrr’’she cried

‘’Don’t scream I’m right here not in another room plus I don't think I'll be done with you anytime soon so don’t show me your puppy eyes’’I said

‘’Sir it burns so much it’ll leave marks sir please’’she pouted

‘’I rubbed oil before it won’t leave a mark but it sure will burn like hell when I do next thing which I’m gonna do after not right now. Right now I’m gonna clan your body, but not with my hands of course,’’her eyes widened and I grin at her ‘

’I’ll use some toys for that’’I went to get our thick 20-inch leather flogger I smiled at it.

‘’ I want no voices coming from you do you understand?’’I asked

‘’Yes sir’’she obeyed I took it into my hand and looked at her and hit it on her body with a smile. She screamed without voice. My poor baby. I did it again and again and again till there was almost no wax on her body her body was all red. No marks on her body just red

‘’Sir please’’she pleaded with teary eyes

''"excuse me? didn't tell you can speak. I’ve to gag you now. wait'’ i said and came with a gag and gagged her with a silicone ball gag ‘

’ now you look perfect. SLUT’’I chuckled

‘’There is still some wax on your body I think I’ve to clean’’I smiled and took a step back and hit her with flogger all over her body. She was screaming in gad which made me chuckle

‘’Sul plluz’’she pleaded again something she is doing all night. I was finished with flogging so I thought I’d take off her gag and I did

‘’Good girl’’I praised

‘’ standstill I’m gonna blindfold you. Hard time starts now’’I repeated the thing I said when I showed ice in her underwear

‘’But- sir’’I cut her off

‘’ No buts just shut and take it. You can scream or whatever all you want but don’t talk to me’’I wared

‘’Ok sir’’

I put a blindfold on her I went to the kitchen and took the thing I planed when I last came here. She’ll give-up I guess. I took wet napkins and ducked them into lemon water and put all of them around her body (not pussy) She screamed on top of her lunges

‘’fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck noooooooooo shit I can’t godddd please please I can’t’’

‘’There is my pathetic whore’’I rubbed the wet napkins I put around her body

‘’Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh god god god god pleaseeeee’’she whimpered For pussy I took' The faux leather spanking paddle’ and sat down on a stool in front of her

‘’didn’t wanna burn your pussy tho so……’’ Ismiled when she shook her head I was gaining to hir heer pussy but it was a bit uncomfortable.I untied her ‘’ go get on bed’’ I ordered the obeyed ''spread your hands and legs wide open’’ I said I tied her ankles to upper Sid of the bedpost (headboard) and hands to her ankles I even tied her thighs so she remains fully open I again took leather spanking paddle

‘’you’re gonna count with me 10 but if one is wrong or you miss count we’ll start again’’I said and didn’t give her a chance to say anything, and hit the paddle to her wide open pussy

‘’Fuck ahhhh hurts 1 one sir’’she screamed a little Again it hit

‘’two’’ ‘’three’’ ‘’four’’ ‘’five’’ ‘’six’’ ‘’seven’’

''Does it hurt puppy’’I asked as I was tapping on her clit

‘’ Yes sir it’s too much hurts’’

‘’Good as it should’’

I again hit with full force her pussy was so red

‘’Ahhhhhhhhh eight’’,

‘’nine’’ ‘’ten’’

‘’How are ya feeling baby, are you okay?’’I asked her she was still in a recovery zone

‘’Yes sir I’m okay’’she gave me a small smile

‘’Think you can take more?’’I asked coming hands on her body

‘’Not right now but after 15-20 mins yeas I guess’’ she said

‘’ That’s ok pup do you need something? Wanna drink water? Or eat something?''I asked wiping her tears

‘’Need some water my throat is dry’’she said and laughed a little

‘’ I bet it is. god, you scream so loud’’I dramatically put my finger in my ear and shook it.

‘’Haha not funny, shouldn’t have gone that hard the I wouldn’t have screamed’’she laughed

‘’I'm no mediocre baby’’ I smiled and kissed her

‘’now ya rest in that position cause I’m not gonna untie you. I’ve still got 1 chapter left’’

‘’Uhhhhh harry’’she good I slapped her ass hard

‘’owww’'

‘’It’s daddy to you’’I glared

‘’Oooo Mr. styles got angry’’

she teased I slapped her again on her ass and then her already beaten pussy ‘ahhhhhh fuck’’

‘’Behave and shut up I’ll give you water drink and rest for 10 mins’’I said and gave her boatel with straw in it. After 15mins;-

‘’Arey ya ok bubs still tired?’’I asked her she shook her head

‘’Nah just burns a little’’she said I nodded

‘’Ok so this is the last one and uh- we’ve never tried this one but I saw it’s safe and I’m gonna do to you it’s electroshock’’I said

‘’What I- uh- i.. dunno’’she said

‘’Oh I know everything and I know you too so don’t worry enjoy’’

I kissed her forehead she nodded

I took 4 clips and joined them with wires. I went to her and put 2 clips on her each nipple and the 2 on her pussy lips

‘’I’m gonna start the power clench your fist if it’s too much don’t scream’’ I told her

‘’I’ll try my best sir’she added I started the machine she jolts from the first shock but I didn’t stop and continued on medium setting I took the vibrator with we used before

‘’Meet your friend from earlier bunny’’I smiled when she shook her head

‘’No more edeging please’’she said

''My favorite pass time is listening to your sweet moans, and watching you squirm as I hold your favorite vibrator against your cute pussy. And I’m free till this shock shocks you up.’’I laughed and changed the setting to a little bit up of electro

‘’I’ll hold this vibrator to your clit. I'll use you. But you won't get to cum do you understand?’’I raised eyebrow

‘’Yes sir, I do’’I changed electro to highest and she screamed

‘’ Don’t scream hold it in’’I shouted over her screams

‘’Sir I can’t shit’’she can feel shock all over her body I took one clip go her pussy lip and clipped it to her clit and started again. Having shock direct on her clit she jolted

‘’’Ahhhhhhhhhhh siirrrrr mmhhhhh’’she screams but then held them in I started the vibrator on mid-speed and hold it against her clit. After 1 min max

‘’P-please sir, I can’t take it anymore. Stop it, I wanna c—‘’I smirked and increases the speed she moaned

"you fucking whore, you need to learn to control yourself.”I glared at her and put vibe on the highest"another word and you won't be begging to cum, you'll be begging me to stop."

‘’ Sir please I wanna cum please, I’ve held a lot please’’she cried

‘’ok baby girl let go’’ I rubbed her pussy with a vibrator as well.

‘’Really’’she asked I nodded with a smile ‘’thank you so much goddddd’’ I didn’t say anything

‘’I’m cumming’’and she came.

''You came? But don't expect me to stop. I'll vibe you till your cheeks get covered with tears, lips bleed and swell, wrists get red from being tied up, eyes roll back in your head and breathing gets uncontrollable. I want you wrecked from top to the bottom’’I said and started moving the vibrator fast on her clit. After some seconds

‘’Sir I’m cumming please let me’’she asked

‘’Who stopped you cum and then cum again cum cum cum cum keep cumming.’’ I said

‘’ I can’t take anymore’’

‘’ Of course, you can you don’t have a choice’ I laughed

‘’Sir--‘’ Iput my hand on her mouth and stopped her begs then she came again and again and again and again and again and again and again idk at least around 7-8 times,

I switched off everything

I started to untie her

‘’love are you ok?’’I asked and kissed her writs

‘’Yeah i’s sir’’she teased

‘’Hey I’m Harry or baby or baby boy to you’’I said kissing her lips

‘’Yeh baby boy I’m good just can’t feel anything that’s all’’she replied

‘’Are ya hurt somewhere? Did I hurt you or went too hard’’I got worried because she did cum many times

‘’Nah, it’s fine I’m good you just have to take me everywhere that’s all’’she laughed

‘’Fucked the shit out of ya didn’t I?’’I smirk

‘’Yeah yeah’'

‘’Hey don’t talk to me like that do wanna do that all again?’’I raised an eyebrow

‘’Nahh nahh god no’’she said and I smiled.

‘’Good hope you learned your lesson, ok now I’m gonna run a bath and put some candles just thy way you like''said she nodded very tiredly

‘’Ok H’’I got off of the bed and filled the bathtub lit candles.

‘’Let’s go bub I’ll pick you up common now get up’’I said touching her shoulder so she could give me some space to carry her

‘’Hmmshe replied I took her to bath and set her down climbing back of her I took her In my lap in the bathtub and bathed her and relaxed. I brought her back to the bedroom with a towel around her and got her a fresh pair of my t-shirt and her panties and dressed her.

‘’Come love let's cuddle and sleep’ she came to me and wrapped her arms around my waist and I took her head and placed it on my chest. She was all over me.

‘’You took all of that so bravely love gonna be honest didn’t think you’ll be able to take that much I’m so proud of ya’’she didn’t speak but kissed my chest.

‘’What did we learn today pretty girl?’’I asked

‘’Not to touch daddy’s pussy without his permission’’she said voice low I smiled

‘’Good bub. I love you so so much I’m sorry if it was too much’’I rubbed her back

‘’Nahh, I’m good. I love you more and you know it’’she said. And I know she’ll love me more than anything.

‘’Good night love’’she didn’t reply was asleep when I look. My baby.

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separatist-apologist · 3 years

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Could you do one where Lucien finds out about what happened on solstice but he and Elian isn’t speaking to him yet? I’m curious to see your take!

Look. I absolutely CANNOT help myself. If I had written that scene (and I am free, SJM), it would have gone down a little like this.

She doesn’t want him.

Azriel’s words rang through Lucien’s head, over and over on a constant loop, one he didn’t think he’d ever get out. He hadn’t wantedto overhear that whole conversation and, in doing so, was reminded why he never came to this fucking city to start with. He scrubbed a hand down his face, slung his bag over his shoulder, and slipped from his room. Feyre would be disappointed he left without saying goodbye but no one else would miss him. He could always make his excuses in a letter when he was far from Velaris.

I’d defeat him easily.

Lucien flinched beneath the weight of such casual violence. Azriel would love Autumn Court, if that was his first thought when it came to a blood duel. Lucien had no intention of calling one, not for Elain. He barely knew her and yet Lucien didn’t think she’d find the whole, bloody mess endearing.

He certainly had no intention of dying over a female that seemed to loathe his existence. He closed his eyes for a moment, willing Azriel’s voice to remove itself.

He doesn’t deserve her.

What would Lucien know about that, he thought miserably, his feet touching the first-floor landing. It wasn’t like he’d asked for her. If he’d it his way, the cauldron would given Elain to Azriel and the spymaster could spend eternity bound to a female that wanted nothing to do with their kind. He might have found it funny, the notion that Azriel thought she’d fall into his arms when Elain had made it abundantly clear she hated the mating bond.

Maybe he’d have a shot, then. Lucien stepped past the drawing room they’d exchanged gifts in when he caught a flash of that honey-colored hair all the Archeron’s shared. Feyre was up. Well fuck. He’d never be forgiven if he snuck right past her. He sighed and turned.

“Knock, knock,” he said before looking in. “Feyre, I thought I’d…” His words died in his throat when Elain looked back, her hands wrapped around her throat. “Never mind.” He wasn’t touching the red eyes and blotchy skin of the softly crying Elain with a ten-foot pole. He turned on his heel when something physically stopped him.

The fucking mating bond snarled in his chest, a physical beast that demanded he care for his mate. Fuck me, he thought furiously, keeping himself exactly where he was. He turned again, wary of the female that had caused so much drama. He wondered if she knew. Elain’s hands were still wrapped around her neck as a set of fresh tears slid down her cheeks.

“Are you alright?” He asked, every inch of him rebelling at the thought of comforting her through the rejection of another male.

Elain’s whole body seemed to tremble while Lucien warred with the bond, demanding it let him leave.

She doesn’t want him.

Lucien sighed and offered her a mocking bow while even the mating bond conceded. He turned for the third time, reshouldering his bag, and stepped out of the drawing room. Ten steps and he’d be at the door.

“Wait!” She called. Lucien’s whole body went taut as he closed his eyes and tilted his head towards the sky.

Have I displeased you? He silently asked the mother, walking back to the drawing room. He knew she could tell he did not want to be there, that he’d been trying to make his escape judging by the expression on her face. Was she planning to torture him a little, on her way out?

“Can you help me?” She asked, removing her hands from her throat. A red rosebud hung from her pale throat on a silver chain, and it was clear she’d been trying to remove it when he walked in on her.

Lucien dropped his bag to the floor and walked to her, her scent a punch to the gut. Honey and jasmine and something warm, like a breeze over a sunlit sky. All of that was mingled with fear and the better part of him wanted to tell her no and demand she tell him why she was so scared. He didn’t. What good was upsetting an already crying female?

She swept thick, honey-colored curls over one shoulder and it was Lucien’s turn to tremble, his stomach bottoming out. Had he ever touched her? He couldn’t remember a time. He reached for the tiny clasp, his fingers brushing over the nape of her neck. He swallowed hard as the chain was freed, sliding away into her waiting hands.

“Thank you,” she murmured as Lucien immediately put distance between them. His entire body was too aware of her and though he was angry, he didn’t know that he could stop himself from touching her again if he remained close. He wanted to guard her, to put his body in front of hers and snap and snarl until every male in Prythian was aware that she was his mate.

He reached for his bag. “Are you leaving?” She asked again and it occurred to Lucien she had asked him two questions and he had said nothing in response. He flexed his jaw, his back turned to her, and slid the strap of the bag back over his shoulder.

“I am,” he replied carefully. Elain wiped her cheeks with the palm of her hand and Lucien thought she was still so heartbreakingly beautiful, despite her hurt. Elain nodded, looking down at her feet and he wondered if he ought to just say goodbye.

“Will you be back?” She asked, her words nearly a whisper.

“Would you like me to return?” He asked, emphasizing her part heavily. Their eyes met again and Elain hesitated.

No.

He turned then, his anger cascading over him, intending to leave her in the drawing room. She didn’t owe him anything but neither did he. At least he was trying. If she didn’t want him around, he didn’t need to come any more than was necessary and he certainly didn’t need to see her.

“Lucien!” Elain breathed from behind him. He stopped again, cursing himself and the tether that bound them. “Lucien I didn’t…I uh…”

“I get it,” he said, his words clipped, turning to face her again. He shoved down his instincts demanding he treat her with care. Maybe someone should tell her to get fucked, even once instead of the constant handholding she was subjected to. “I’m the wrong male. That’s fine, Elain. I don’t want to be in your way.”

His hand reached for the doorknob when she surged forward, her brown eyes still sparkling with tears. “What does that mean?” She demanded.

He laughed dryly. “I guess you didn’t hear the little reprimand the High Lord gave Azriel regarding you?”

Her face paled.

“Don’t let me get in the way of true love,” he commented sarcastically. “I wish you and the bat nothing but the best.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not in love with him,” she half-whispers.

“You understand that’s worse, right?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. She looked him up and down.

“I don’t belong to you,” she began but Lucien rolled his eyes.

“When did I ever say you did?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. “You’ve made a lot of assumptions about someone you don’t even know.”

“Would you even be here if it weren’t for this?” Elain asked in return, one finger gesturing between their bodies.

“Would Feyre?” He snapped back. Elain hesitated and Lucien could see she hadn’t considered that. Something sparked in her gaze and Lucien waited to see if she was going to soften.

“I don’t owe you anything.”

“Great,” Lucien replied, yanking on the door handle. “I don’t owe you shit, either.”

He stepped into the cold, strangely pleased when she followed him out.

“What does that mean?” She asked, the door snapping behind her. She immediately wrapped her arms around her body and, cursing himself, Lucien began unbuttoning his jacket.

“Why do you think I ought to stand here trying when you don’t believe you owe me anything?” He demanded even as he handed her the emerald-colored jacket. She snatched it out of his hands and threw it to the ground like a petulant child.

“You wanted this—”

“The hell I did!” He interrupted. “Do you imagine I am having a good time, watching you desperately try to avoid me? Because let me assure you, this is not my idea of fun.”

“Then why do you keep coming around?!”

“Because you haven’t rejected the bond!” He replied, letting some of his desperation leech into his words. “And until you do, I’ll keep coming to Solstice and waiting, my entire life hinging on a choice you seem duty bound to ignore. Have you ever considered, for even a moment of your now immortal life, that you do owe me something?”

��I don’t owe you shit,” she whispered in response, all rebellion. Lucien couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of his throat, causing her to jump. Of all the things he might have imagined, her repeating his own words back to him was not one of them. He shook his head, meaning to turn and winnow away but Elain was watching him and he thought her lips curved upwards just enough to seem as though she were suppressing a smile.

Lucien offered her the same mocking bow he’d once given her sister, bending deeply at the waist, arms thrown out, so she knew it was not courtly in the slightest.

“Enjoy your night, Elain.”

“Lucien!” She snapped, very clearly exasperated. He shivered and it had nothing to do with the cold, which he barely felt. He took a step between them, hooking the lip of his jacket on his boot and tossing it into the air where he caught it and draped it over his arm.

“What?”

Her eyes glanced back at his jacket, arms tightening around her body and for the second time that night, Lucien handed her the jacket. She didn’t budge and he sighed.

“Take the damn jacket, Elain.” “You’re rude,” she accused, snatching it out of his grip. And though Lucien was irritated with her, some of his anger washed away at the sight of her buttoning herself into his jacket.

“Yeah? Well you’re spoiled.”

Real mature.

She paused and then she smiled, as if he’d told her she was beautiful. “No one has ever said that to me before.”

“You’ll forgive me if I’m all out of sonnets.”

She laughed that time. “You’re so mean.”

Lucien hesitated. Did she like it? He took a step towards her and Elain, to her credit, held her ground. All traces of tears were gone, replaced by the open rebellion staring him in the face.

“You like it,” he accused. Elain didn’t deny it. Instead she took the tiniest step towards him, so close Lucien could touch her face. He reached between them, taking a fat curl between his fingers, knuckles brushing over her cheek.

“I’m not a doll,” she murmured, eyes wide as she held her ground. “I can handle it.”

Of that, Lucien didn’t doubt. He knew she felt his agreement, shimmering down their shared connection.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wanted me to stick around.” “Good thing you know better,” she shot back, all teasing. Lucien, unable to resist testing his luck, dropped his hand and made to turn.

She grabbed his hand and his blood sang at the contact, the instinct to grab her and take her away from this place nearly overwhelming.

“Stay,” she breathed. “Get some sleep…you look terrible.”

He smiled, looking down at her hand clasping his own. “At least we share that commonality.”

Her mouth dropped open, eyes sparkling. “How very cruel of you. Will I see you in the morning?”

“If you’re lucky,” he replied, smirking. All his confidence died the moment she brought his hand to her mouth, pressing a kiss to his palm.

“If you’re lucky, you mean,” she replied, letting go. Elain turned, flouncing back into the house without so much as a glance backwards while Lucien stood beneath the fae lights flickering on Feyre’s porch, hand burning. He tried to figure out what had happened and how they’d gone from crying and yelling to…insults and a kiss.

Still, he did as she asked and came back into the house and walked back to his room…where Feyre waited, a smile playing on her lips.

“Good night?” She asked him, making it plain she’d heard at least part of what went down between him and Elain.

“Shut up,” he replied.

#elucien #elucien prompt #elucien fanfic #elain x lucien #lucien x elain #im not gonna add to luciens misery #its happy endings or NOTHING #also mean elain is my favorite thing #still no smut #i think maybe the next one is smutty?#dont be afraid to send me your smutty prompts #i will answer them in the order they are recieved

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obsessive-ego · 3 years

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Another shape shifting demon is messing with Beej for reasons and they take the form of Y/N and asks "Beetlejuice can I see you in the bedroom?" with the intent of attacking him but when they're back is turned he strikes first, they go down and change back "How'd you know it was me?" Beej smugly states "Do your homework kid, when we're alone Y/N calls me Bee or Lawrence. Ya hack!" Then he murders them and frees a tied up Y/N.

👀👀👀

Here's a little ramble

Beej was off doing his thing, mess with your neighbors in the apartment complex where you lived, while you did 'boring breather things'

You really did appreciate the fact beej would just duck out and gave you the time to actually get stuff done without him being under foot.

As you finish up loading the washing machine, the second you closed the lid your body was pushed firmly against the appliance, a shiver running up your spin, you knew that cold body, guess beej came home early.

"Very funny-"

You give the ghoul a nudge so you can move on with what you were doing

"Hmm?"

You were freed with nothing more then a hum, turning around you see your demon

"You alright?" Something felt off, your stomach turned, but you couldn't place it

The ghoul cups your face, you flinch "such a pretty little thing you are, so warm, so defenseless, so inviting"

What?

In a flash the familiar face of the demon you so cared for melted away into a scaly toothy mess of a monster.

"That bastard spoke so highly of you dear y/n, I had to meet you-" he purred

"What-" you gasped, quickly pulling away

"Shhh, honey-" the ghoul tries reaching for you again, though you grab the closest object and whip it at him, it being a bottle of laundry soap.

"Beetle-"

And hand is quick to cover your mouth "now sweetie we can't have you spoiling the surprise I have for your master can we? Such a naughty pet, is this how you treat a guest?" The ghoul begins to drag you to your bedroom. With a snap of his fingers you were bound and gagged, and tossed roughly into your closet, the ghoul now leaning into the door frame talking down to you.

"You see, your Beetlejuice owes me more cash then he could ever repay me, and when I caught wind he has a pretty little human pet, I thought that's worth more then that bastard's weight in gold" the ghoul sneered, eyeing you up and down. "Of course a demon of HIS power would never let you go without a fight, so I'm going to kill him, simply put, then you, my little pet, will be coming home with me"

This can't be happening, you felt this was all a bad dream, soon you'll hear your alarming and you'll wake and right?

"Since I'm a bit of a showman myself, I'm gracing you with a front row seat to your master's demise" he chuckled "I can't wait to feel how warm your body truly is"

...

"HONEY I'M HOME" Beetlejuice's voice rings through your home, you wanted to scream for help, you wanted to warn him, though you were powerless

"Speak of the devil" the ghoul chuckled, his former shifting and molding to match you, an identical replica, he closes the closet door, leaving a Crack open, allowing you the torture to see what they had in store for beej.

...

"Welcome home Beetlejuice" they say with a soft smile as the head out of the bedroom and towards the demon,

"Babes.." he was hesitant to greet you, something felt off, normally Beetlejuice would pull you into a bear hug and immediately brag about his day, but something felt weird, you smelt off, your voice was so sugar coated,

"I've been waiting for you to come home, beetlejuice can I see you in the bedroom?" Their voice was soft and inviting, and somewhat sultry as they vanished into the room.

Your stomach drops seeing that monster wearing your face reenter your vision, you couldn't do anything about this, you could only hope. Though that hope was broken when you saw Beetlejuice walking into the room, if you weren't crying before, you were now.

The shape shifter takes the lead waking to your dresser "Beetlejuice can I get your opinion on-" the thought was cut short, Beetlejuice had forced a demon like claw through the impostor's stomach, in a flash the disguise was lost, and the intruders real form was visible.

"How did you know I was a fake?" He croaks

Beetlejuice, now a blazing red "you didn't do your homework did ya? Y/n calls me Bee or Lawrence when we're alone, they don't drop the full B-word very often ya hack!" He snarls before tearing them limb from limb, becoming more and more monstrous as he rips the intruder to shreds.

Beetlejuice stands in the gore of what was once another demon, panting as though he needed to breath, monstrous features slowly hiding back into his humanish form.

Thud

The sound snapped the ghoul to the closet, tearing the door off the hinges as he expected another demon, his firey red colour melts into purple, once he sees you, his y/n tied up with heavy black chains, and a black cloth gagging you, tear stained cheeks.

Beetlejuice leans down to you and with a snap.of his fingers you were freed, the second the chains were gone to lunged for him, sobbing and babbling about how happy you were to see that he was okay. Beej was quick to return your embrace, his rage was fueled by the thought this intruder took you away, but here you were.

"Oh Lawrence" you sob clinging to him "are you okay?"

"I should be asking you that?" He squeezes you as if he was about to lose you. "Did he touch you?" You could feel the venom in his voice, hell, you could see some red creeping back into his form.

"Not really, but he planned to..." you trail off not wanting to think about it.

Beetlejuice snarls at your answer

"I don't want to think about it, I just want this" you sniffle nuzzling into the demon's neck, you felt so safe in his arms, yes beej has groped you and teased the hell out of you, but he cared for you so deeply, and right now, you needed that, you needed to feel safe, the two of you sat there on the floor in each other's arms for hours until beej moved the two of you to the living room while the clones "deal" with the mess on the rug.

...

Bonus

Lydia: wait so you saw Beetlejuice kill another demon?!

Y/n: yeah...

Lydia: oh my god, what was he like? It must have been terrifying, you're so lucky

Y/n: I would not call myself lucky

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader #rambling

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Jangobi. After Melida/Daan Obi-wan comes back to the order but qui-gon doesn’t want him anymore so one of the council members jumps at the chance to apprentice him. This leads to him being encouraged to pay attention to his visions and feelings from the force because THEYRE REAL AND YOU SHOULD PROBABLY GIVE THEM SOME ATTENTION OBI-WAN. Obi gets a vision and a feeling that he needs to follow and tells his master. This leads to them finding Jango while he was still a slave and them freeing him.

(*gonna start putting translations up here like i do on ao3*

cw: drug use, cw: non-consentual drug use. basically second-hand highs from working with spice, nothing graphic but is mentioned a few times.)

Mando’a: kad’au — “lightsaber”, used here intentionally in place of jetii’kad, “Jedi’s saber” “Vor’e te Manda” — “Thank the Manda”, with Manda meaning “the collective soul or heaven - the state of being Mandalorian in mind, body and spirit - also supreme, overarching, guardian-like” (mandoa.org) “Tion’cuy?” — “Who’s that?”, “Who are you?” confrontational urcir’ijaat — “honor duel”, lit. “honor meet” – look me in the eye and tell me the mandalorians don’t settle more than just elections with trials by combat “Tion’ad hukaat’kama?” — “Who’s watching your back?”, “Where’s your backup?” osik — “shit”

Even completely fucked second-hand on the inch-thick dusting of spice on every surface of the slave transport, Jango knows the kid hadn’t been on Galidraan.

Wide brown eyes blink at him through the ray shield keeping Jango and six other slaves in the cramped space barely big enough for two of them, and Jango had thought he’d burned through his rage years ago, but seeing the kid with a kad’au held at their side in a reverse grip ignites something in Jango that he’d thought long dead.

They’re not dressed like a Jedi, instead decked in spacer’s rags that hang too-loose from lanky limbs that have yet to hit their last growth spurt, and the chain marking them as a padawan is tucked up into a soft blue cap that clashes rather horribly with the little ginger hair that pokes out the front. They look human, but then, so had Jaster; every Jedi Jango has met before had been human as well, though he knows they’re as diverse as Mandalorians.

“Vor’e te Manda,” the baby Jedi breathes, and Jango is far too high to tell if he had imagined it or not. He had not thanked the Manda in many years.

He pushes shakily to his feet, needing to lean on the wall until his head stops feeling like it’s going to float away, and the other slaves skitter as far back into the cell as they can. “Tion’cuy?” Jango hisses, four years of venom dripping from the demand (Who are you?), but the baby Jedi just extinguishes their ’kad and hits the panel next to the door to power down the ray shield.

“My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, and I’m here to rescue you.” They smile at everyone hiding behind Jango’s fury, and take a step back to gesture them out of the room. “If you follow this corridor to the starboard side of the transport, you will find a shuttle waiting with nine other freed prisoners,” they say with an obnoxiously-High Coruscanti accent that was completely imperceptible in their Mando’a. “I will not hold it against you if you take one of the escape pods, but my teacher is waiting on Concordia to reprocess your identities back into Republic systems, and we will do all we can to find and contact your families or peoples, if you so wish.”

Teacher. Not master. And freed prisoners, not slaves.

Jango growls under his breath, not trusting this Obi-Wan Kenobi as far as he can throw them, but the promise of freedom hangs heavy in the air, and it only takes a moment for his cellmates to decide the risk is worth it, scrambling and shuffling past Kenobi with murmurs of thanks in four different languages.

Jango doesn’t move.

He watches Kenobi’s throat bob nervously, as they make no move to follow their “freed prisoners” down the hall.

He asks again, “Tion’cuy?”

“Naas’ad jaon’yc.” No one important. “I was simply in the right place at the right time.”

Banthashit. “Banthashit,” Jango snarls, and Kenobi has the good sense to actually flinch.

“Look, I know the last thing you want right now is another Jedi, and if you were to demand urcir’ijaat on behalf of your people, I would accept with honor; but, no offense, in the state you’re in, it wouldn’t be much of a fight.” They hook their ’kad on their belt, and nod to the corridor once again. “Now, as engaging as this conversation is, I believe one of the smugglers was able to get a distress call out before I could stop him, and I would really prefer not to meet whoever picks up the signal.” Raising a single brow expectantly, the child gestures for Jango to follow. The kid’s right, of course, Jango couldn’t fight off a rat at the moment, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.

Growling, Jango shoves off the wall and somehow keeps both his balance and his feet underneath him, out of pure spite for the arm Kenobi offers in support.

He had fully intended to take one of the escape pods and jettison towards Mandallia instead of Concordia, but halfway across the slave transport that seems even smaller than he'd remembered, Kenobi throws out their arm again, this time to stop Jango just before they turn a corner.

“Oh, that’s not good,” they mutter and barely manage to duck under the blaster rifle swung at them like a bat, and Jango feels himself be shoved down to the floor against the wall.

Above him, Kenobi ducks away from a hulking human with a rather unfortunate receding hairline, and all at once, the Jedi seems like a completely different person. Something shutters behind their eyes, expression dropping to a blank indifference that’s belied by the warrior’s ease with which they dodge both vibroblade and swinging blaster, dancing backwards down the hall and leading the yelling smuggler away from Jango.

Dizzied by his sudden drop from standing to sitting, Jango doesn’t try to get back to his feet, instead watching Kenobi play the other human like a particularly ugly hallikset*. They don't even pull out their kad’au, remaining weaponless as they bounce and weave like they have all the time in the world; were Jango not stoned out of his mind, he’d probably be impressed.

Then something flips a switch in Kenobi, and without telegraphing a single twitch, they dive forward instead of away, using their whole arm to knock the blaster to the ground. In the same breath, Kenobi rams their head into the other’s chest in a move that would make most Mandalorians proud, relieving the stunned smuggler of his vibroblade before driving their knee into his chest.

The smuggler drops with a muffled clang, and Kenobi steps cleanly out of the way to watch him land face-first on the durasteel floor. Kenobi picks up the rifle, discharging the clip onto the ground, and chucks the whole thing through the nearest open door. They leave the smugglers’s body right where it is.

“Sorry about that,” Kenobi murmurs, coming back to Jango and helping him to his feet. “I must have missed one of the guards near the back.”

Something about the phrasing unsettles him, but it takes another moment of forced concentration to put his finger on it. “Tion’ad hukaat’kama?”

Kenobi grimaces. “I’m not fluent in Mando’a.”

“Who’s watching your back?” Jango growls, getting right up in their space. “Where the fuck is your backup if your master is on Concordia?”

The kid —who’s really more of a teen, almost a young adult— winces and tries to start herding Jango towards the shuttle again. “I’m here alone,” they say, almost apologetic, “but I can handle myself.”

“Your magic wizard mentor let you stage a spiceminer slave rescue on your own?” It goes against anything Jaster had taught him about the Jedi, about an apprentice’s master being as close to a buir as the Jedi will allow; not to mention the galaxy-wide understanding that, if you mess with a padawan, make kriffing sure the master’s dead first.

Yet, Kenobi’s deepening grimace tells Jango all he needs to know.

“He doesn’t know?”

“Look, I didn’t have a whole lot of time, alright?!” Done with being patient, Kenobi grabs his arm and starts dragging Jango quickly through the ship. “We got separated and were going to rendezvous, but if I had waited for him, the spicers would have already moved on!” They yank him down one more hall before they reach the promised shuttle, docked directly to one of the transport’s exterior hatches. Out the nearest viewport, there is indeed another ship approaching, but Jango can’t tell if it’s friendly or not.

Kenobi doesn’t give him time to figure it out, pushing him into the shuttle and immediately closing the boarding hatch behind them.

The other slaves stand around the small cargo bay in various states of drugged-up panic, and if Jango is counting correctly, only one had opted to take an escape pod.

Far more carefully, Kenobi pushes Jango to the nearest bench, and then goes around the room coaxing the rest into seats as well. Even while gentle about it, murmuring words of assurance in as many languages as they know, Kenobi still moves and speaks with urgency — part of Jango wonders if they’re mind-tricking everyone into compliance.

He waits until Kenobi has detached from the transport and properly started their course to the nearest planet, a swirl of grays and browns that can only be Concordia, before following the Jedi up to the absolutely tiny cockpit.

There’s barely room for the two pilots’ seats, and the ceiling is so low that even Jango's hair brushes the roof, yet Kenobi looks right at home before the wildly overcomplicated controls.

They say nothing as Jango drops into the other chair, merely glaring sideways at him until they’re a good ways away from the spicers’ transport.

“I do ask that you don’t kill me before we get everyone settled,” Kenobi finally sighs, and Jango almost laughs at them: did they think he came up here just to shivv them?

“I’m not going to kill you, Kenobi.” At least, not yet. “You knew who I was.”

Kenobi winces and flips a blinking switch over their head. “I have a Jedi answer for that, and one where you’re less likely to use that vibroblade in your boot. Which would you prefer?”

Jango considers them for a moment, and he’s certain now that Kenobi is younger than Jango had been on Galidraan, but not by much: they have one of those faces that eternally makes them look younger than they are, but if he’s over twenty standard, Jango is a Kryze.

“Both. I want both.”

“Right.” Visibly steeling themself, Kenobi swallows and adjusts their course slightly; wait, when had they gotten away from that second ship? Had Jango imagined it? Then again, he barely knows up from down at the moment, only grounded by Kenobi’s infuriatingly calm presence. “The easy answer is that I saw your name on the freighter’s manifest when it was docked on Mandalore, and recognised it. I’m on an extended mission in Mandalorian space, and, well, my master thought it would be good to catch me up on the recent history, as I had only briefly learned about the Civil War while in the Temple.”

He’s pretty sure that makes sense, a logical A to B, an almost maddeningly ordinary explanation for the space-blown panic Jango had felt on first seeing them, on first hearing their relief at finding him.

“And the Jedi answer?” he prompts quietly, fingers twitching at his lack of a weapon.

They glance at him briefly, at his hands, before facing back forward. “I only knew to check the manifest because I had a Force vision, and I couldn’t knowingly leave you, or any of the others, to this fate. I knew what you looked like not from my lessons, but from what the Force showed me.”

“What the Force showed you.”

“Like I said, the first answer is easier.”

“I’m too high for magic osik.”

They wince again. “Yes, I suspected. My master has a spice specialist waiting for when we land, if any of you choose to detox immediately. She’s Old Clan, though — um, Vau Clan, I think.” The Vau Clan did not follow Jaster, but they certainly didn’t follow Vizsla either, and were unlikely to have sided with the duchy. Now, why Kenobi found that important...? “We couldn’t find any medics who used to follow Jaster Mereel,” they explain, as if reading his mind. “At least, not on such short notice. Obviously we wouldn’t trust anyone from Death Watch, or the New Mandalorians, or the mercenaries controlling Concordia, not with the Mand’alor.”

Jango laughs before he can stop himself, but it’s a bitter thing. “I’m not the Mand’alor. I have no people to lead.”

Kenobi’s frown only deepens as they steer the shuttle into Concordia’s atmosphere. “Perhaps we should discuss this when you’re not spiced burnt.”

He can’t but agree. “None of this explains how your master knew to arrange all of this, if you hadn’t rendezvoused with him.”

“Ah, well, I sent him a coded communication before um... finding this shuttle, and he only got back to me while I was searching the cells for you.”

“You stole this?”

“Listen, I was on a time crunch! I was going to give it back!”

Despite his better judgment, Jango lets himself go boneless and laughs, the reality of the situation maybe finally hitting him. The disgruntled pout Kenobi sports as they contact the nearest spaceport only makes him laugh harder.

Master Windu is waiting for them when Obi-Wan lowers the shuttle gangway, along with a flock of medical personnel and an Arconan with a datapad that reeks of Republic Judiciary.

Everything Obi-Wan had told Jango had been the truth, except that his master had been able to comm him after he had nicked the shuttle and left atmosphere; he’d had no doubt that Windu would come through, of course, even on Obi-Wan’s rather strange and specific request for Dr. Vau, but, well, Obi-Wan still disembarks with the freed slaves expecting a swift dismissal from the Order.

It’s worth it, he tells himself, watching Vau make a beeline to Jango Fett and knowing he’ll be in good hands. It’s worth it, Obi-Wan repeats to himself on loop as he slides his soft hat from his head and fixes his Korun padawan chain back behind his ear. This is far from the first time Obi-Wan has gone off script, has let his emotions get the better of him and acted against the wishes of a master, but it’s worth it, he tries to convince himself as he meets Master Windu in the middle of the flurry of activity of the hangar.

He twists his hat in his hands and immediately bends forward into a bow. “I’m sorry, Master Windu,” Obi-Wan says quietly, and means it: how many padawans could say they had disappointed two masters thoroughly enough to be kicked out of the Jedi thrice?

None, he knows.

“I acted without thinking, I—”

“It seemed to me that you acted with quite a bit of thought, padawan,” Master Windu says smoothly, a large hand settling on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “Your communication was most thorough.”

Obi-Wan wets his dry lips and keeps his gaze firmly on his boots. “I know I’m not supposed to lose myself in my feelings, to act as if they are fact, but there wasn’t time, and I—”

“Obi-Wan.”

Snapping his mouth closed, he braces himself for the disappointment, the dismissal, but instead, Windu just sighs, and Obi-Wan only gets concern and apology from their training bond.

“Obi-Wan, can you look at me?”

He tries, he really does, but something seems to lock Obi-Wan in place, terrified of seeing that disappointment on the face of a master he’s only had for two years, after Master Jinn had dropped him.

Despite his fear, Windu isn’t angry when he doesn’t raise his head. “Padawan, the Force is not trying to catch you in a lie. For all that it tests us and pushes us, it would not show you things —past, present, future, or, yes, just feelings— if it did not deem them important. It is how you act that decides the future, not just what you see in visions.”

“Mas... Master Jinn always said to focus on the now,” Obi-Wan mumbles, remembering the sorts of mantras he would meditate on while Jinn’s apprentice.

Windu hmms. “And, in some facsimile, he was correct. No, let me explain myself,” he says, holding up a hand to halt Obi-Wan’s confused protest. “There is danger in getting lost in visions, Obi-Wan, of focusing so much on the future that one forgets to live in the present; this is what Qui-Gon refers to. As I’m sure you realised, Qui-Gon is exceedingly strong in the Living Force, yes?” Obi-Wan nods hesitantly, and Windu smiles at him. “The philosophies he subscribes to, on top of not being particularly prescient himself, puts awareness of the world around you above all else; you can see why it would be difficult for him to understand how those like you, like myself, could give that awareness up for even a moment.”

“But isn’t letting go...”

His smile turns rueful. “Ah, and now you see the Council’s frustration with him, for all that he is a magnificent Jedi.”

Shuffling awkwardly, Obi-Wan resists the urge to tug on his padawan chain like he would his braid, and settles for wrapping it loosely around his finger. “You are not upset?”

“Not with you,” he is quick to confirm. “You saved fifteen people’s lives today, Obi-Wan,” he gestures around them, “and allowed the arrest of several notorious spice runners. Yes, perhaps you acted rashly, but as you said: there was hardly time to hesitate. What matters is that you learn to discern when to act, and when to slow down.”

“... I shouldn’t ignore them?”

Windu blinks down at him, surprise quickly smoothing into something too tense to be entirely serene. “Ignore your visions? No more than I should attempt to ignore shatterpoints: the Force would not make us strong in abilities we couldn’t learn to control. I find I must apologise, padawan, I did not realise Qui-Gon... worked with you so little on your prescience; such an oversight is not one you should have had to worry about.”

Obi-Wan swallows, floundering for words, and absolutely does not know what to do with Windu’s easy acceptance and understanding despite Obi-Wan having spent the last few years hiding his visions and lying about his dreams.

“But now is not the time to delve into this, nor worry about how we will move forward.” Unfolding a brown cloth from over his arm, Windu holds out what Obi-Wan realises is his robe, that he had thought lost when he was separated from his master. Windu waits for him to put it on to gently start herding him towards the ship they had first come to Mandalore on, and quietly starts catching Obi-Wan up on all that he had missed.

He doesn’t know what to make of feeling Jango Fett’s eyes on him from across the hangar; nor the intensity with which they follow him until the ship’s hatch closes behind him.

(this took four iterations to write and i’m still not quite satisfied, but i’m very attached to obi-wan having a chain/beads instead of a braid after Melida/Daan; the lil wish-you-would-write snippet happens a few months before this!

thank you for the prompt and y’all’s patience! obi-wan has brown eyes now because you can’t stop me)

*hallikset a seven-stringed instrument that i think is just legends now. but cal plays one!

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE,BLOOD Vol.01 Sakamaki Ayato [TRACK 9+10]

Original title: 痛みの中で & 極限の吸愛 (デスエクスタシー)

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 1: Sakamaki Ayato [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru

Translator’s note:

Track 1+2 ll Track 3+4 ll Track 5+6 ll Track 7+8 ll Track 9+10

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TRACK 9: AMIDST THE PAIN

*Rustle*

“Come on...Open your eyes. Keep them only on me, ‘kay?”

Ayato continues to kiss you passionately.

“Mmh...Nn…”

*Smooch*

“I won’t make it hurt...It’ll only feel good…”

You frown.

[00:31] “Aah…? You’re scared regardless? Hahaha. It’ll be over before you know it once the pleasure kicks in.”

You continue to protest.

“What if you won’t be able to walk anymore, you ask? Good question...Then, I’ll just carry you ‘round instead, Chichinashi. Mmh...Nn…”

*Smooch*

*Rustle rustle*

[01:06] “...Ah. Hah...Fuck...This is startin’ to get seriously dangerous...I’m havin’ a hard time findin’ the strength to twist off your leg as well...Damn...Whatever...I’ll just suck from whichever spot I can reach…Haah...Right. Hahaha...This place might not be half bad…”

*Rustle rustle*

“I haven’t bitten you here yet, have I? ーー Your heart. I’ll give you my fangs here.”

*Cling cling*

*Sluuuuurp*

“I’m sure it’ll be scrumptious…”

You seem skeptical.

[01:57] “Aah? You wanna know if I can even plunge my fangs inside your heart? Fool! I’m gonna thrust them in really deep. Fortunately, I should just barely be able to reach it even with these chains holdin’ me back. If it turns out to be impossible, there’s still the option of twistin’ off your leg regardless. However, I don’t think that’d be enough to calm my anger, so I’ll chop off your hands as well.”

Your eyes widen in fear.

“Hahaha…”

You beg for his mercy.

[02:35] “What? Don’t start cryin’ already when I haven’t even done anythin’ yet. It’s hella annoyin’...I’m sure it’ll feel amazin’ when I suck from your heart. I’m sure you’re happy as well. Not only do you get to experience pleasure, but you’re given a chance to offer something precious to the man you love. You might just rank up from bein’ just prey.”

*Rustle rustle*

[03:06] “Hahaha...You’re shiverin’? Don’t worry. You won’t die even if I suck blood from your heart. Well, it’s fine if you’re scared. Just scoot a lil’ closer. I’ll hold you in my arms. Not that you’re particularly soft or cozy to the touch.”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Here I come. Just entrust everythin’ to me. Relax, and accept my fangs.”

*Rustle*

[03:44] “Exactly...Just like that...I’m goin’ straight for the heart.”

Ayato latches down.

“Hahn...Nn...Hah…Keep still!”

*Cling*

“Succumb to me...and don’t resist!”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh...Nn…”

*Gulp*

[04:18] “Hah...Haah, haah...This is bad...What’s with this taste? ...Fuck! Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Haah, hahn...Mmh…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hahn...Nn...Nnh…”

*Gulp*

[04:46] “Mmh…Haah, haah...Dammit...At this rate...I might just tear apart your heart with my fangs...But still...I can’t stop…”

*Rustle*

“Hahn−!”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah…! Chichinashi...You don’t mind, do you?”

You tell him it feels good.

“Hahaha...Exactly. It’s amazin’ for me too…I also feel as if I’m ‘bout to melt...Hahn...Mmh…”

*Gulp*

[05:34] “...Haah? Harder? Hahaha! You damn nympho! Don’t come cryin’ to me afterwards if you lose your mind for real. Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hahn...Mmh…”

*Rustle rustle*

“Hahー! Mmh...Nn…”

*Gulp*

[06:08] “...Shit...My stomach’s on fire...I don’t know how to describe this sensation as it coats my tongue...Haah…”

*Rustle*

“The one thing I can say is that your blood really is the best...and somethin’ very special to me. Haah, haah...Exactly...Give me more...More!!”

He continues drinking your blood.

“Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh...Nn...Hah...Hahn…”

*Gulp*

“Hah…!”

*Rustle*

[07:04] “Oi! Don’t go faintin’ on me now! We have to get rid of these chains to escape this place. It might hurt, but you can push through it, right? ...I’ll give you another intense one. I’ll thrust my fangs all the way in at once, so you won’t be able to feel anythin’ but pure bliss. Okay?”

You nod.

[07:35] “Here it comes...I’ll pierce you even deeper…”

*Rustle*

“Ughーー!!”

Ayato bites you aggressively.

*Gulp gulp*

[07:55] “Hahn...Nn...Don’t thrash ‘bout…! It makes it difficult to suck! Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hahn...Nn...Mmh…”

*Gulp*

“Nnh…”

*Gulp*

[08:12] “Hah...Don’t worry...We’re almost there...Just focus on feelin’ my fangs…! Hahn...Mmh…”

*Gulp*

“Hah...Mmh...Haah…”

*Gulp*

“Nn...Nnh...Hahー! Hahn...Haah…”

*CLING*

TRACK 10: THE ULTIMATE BLOODY LOVE (1) ( DEATH ECSTASY)

“Haah, haah...Ugh…”

*Cling cling*

“With this...We’ve finally been freed from these vexin’ chains, huh? Hahaha…”

*Smack smack*

“Oi, Chichinashi. You still alive?”

You whimper.

[00:20] “Hahaha...Guess you no longer feel the pain. Seems like the pleasure was just too intense, you can’t even respond. Oi, Chichinashi. Look this way.”

*Rustle*

“Your face’s a mess.”

You ask him about the chains.

“Haah…? The chains? They came off. It didn’t hurt, did it? Even though realistically speakin’, the pain should have been almost unbearable. Hahaha…”

*Cling*

[00:54] “Ah, speakin’ of which...Reiji did mention once that people lose their ability to experience pain when pushed to their utmost limit. However, I guess the same can’t be said ‘bout pleasure, huh? Humans are seriously fascinatin’...Actually, this might not be a human thing...Chichinashi, you’re the only one who is like this. You’re such a funny chick…

[01:26] Anyway...You’re covered in blood, huh? Well, guess that’s to be expected. You’ve lost all strength in your body as well. Still, while I don’t feel as worked up as before, I’m still thirsty. The fun has only just begun...Thanks to those guys, we’ve got plenty of time on our hands as well.”

*Cling cling*

[01:56] “Hehehe...Guess I should be grateful to them for that at least. ...Say, Chichinashi. We’re in no rush, are we? For starters...It’d be a shame to let this blood gushin’ out go to waste, so I’ll drink it all up.”

*Rustle*

“The heavy scent of your blood…is nearly makin’ me choke… I can’t get enough of it…Haah...It’s makin’ my head spin…”

*Rustle rustle*

[02:31] “Haah...I can’t...The smell is too strong...It seems like it’s meltin’ my brain...Haah...I can’t...think...straight anymore…”

*SPLATTER*

“Fuck...My body’s goin’ numb...Chichinashi...Show me your leg...Haah, haah…”

*Rustle*

[03:10] “Hahaha...Ahahaha! I’m sure this must be quite the horrifying sight from an outsider’s perspective. A blood-covered human female and a Vampire, entertwined in each other’s embrace while bathing in a pool of even more blood...Mmh…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mm...Nn…”

*Sluuuurp*

[03:46] “Hah...It’s fulfillin’...How do you feel, Chichinashi? I bet you’re happy? I’m covered in your blood from head to toe.”

You fail to reply, merely whimpering in response.

“I guess you’re too happy, you’re at a loss for words? Hahaha...Guess I can’t blame you. I’m sure you’re strugglin’ to even breathe after losin’ so much blood. ...Ah, from the wound...What a waste.”

*Sluuuurp*

[04:29] “I can’t let it go to waste...Mmh…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Nn...Nnh…”

*Rustle*

“Just lappin’ it up with my tongue doesn’t do the trick. I’m sure you feel the same? You want to feel my fangs even more, don’t you?”

*Rustle rustle*

[05:00] “Oi, Chichinashi. Gimme some sort of reaction. ...Did you faint? Come on!”

*Smack smack*

“Fuck…! Guess it can’t be helped. I guess this might wake her up…?”

Ayato bites you.

“Hahn...Mmh…”

*Gulp*

[05:26] “Haah...No use, huh? Did she lose too much blood after all? Hahaha...But I still haven’t had enough. I’m beyond parched...Mm…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh...Nn…”

*Rustle*

“Hahn...Mmh…”

*Gulp*

[05:59] “Hahー! ...Even if I were to suck you dry, I’d become thirsty again soon after. Hahn...Mmh…”

*Gulp*

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh...Nn…”

*Rustle*

[06:22] “Hah...You finally gave some sort of reaction, huh?”

You mutter something.

“...Aah? What didya say? Speak a lil’ louder!”

*Rustle*

“Fuck...What a pain…”

He leans in close.

“What’s wrong? What did you say?”

You repeat yourself.

[06:49] “Haah…? You want me to kiss you? ...Haah, fine. Didn’t I tell you earlier? I’ll kiss you as many times as you want. Although as you can see, you’ll end up covered in blood as well as a result.”

*Cling cling*

[07:11] “Haah, haah...Well...I guess you don’t give a damn ‘bout that right now. Now that we’ve walked right into their trap, we can’t turn back time, no matter how much we struggle. In that case, we might as well…”

*Rustle*

“Go as far as we can, pushin’ ourselves to the very limit.”

He kisses you.

[07:47] “Hah...Nn...Chichinashi...Stick out your tongue...Yearn for me...Just like I do for you. Mmh...Mm…”

*Smooch*

“Now that we’ve come this far...You can no longer escape me, Chichinashi...Mm…”

*Smooch*

“You can’t even get out of here without me. ...Right. Should I just tear off your arms as well? Hahaha...Mmh…”

*Smooch*

[08:48] “...Seems like you’re quite into this as well, huh? Yeah...Just like that...Crave me...More and more…! Let’s show those guys exactly what kind of relationship we have...You are my prey. Forever. A special one too at that. Right? ...Come on, lemme suck more. That’s the only way we can enjoy ourselves down here. Besides, I’m still thirsty...Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mm...Nnh…”

*Rustle*

[09:41] “So sweet...Haah...More…! I need more…! Hahn...Mmh…”

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

“Hah...Nn…”

*Rustle*

[10:00] “I won’t let anyone else have you. Understood? Exactly. Even if you were to die right now, you’d still belong to me. Mmh...Nn…”

*Gulp*

“Nnh...Nn…”

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) 吸愛 which is pronounced ‘Kyuu-ai’ is a word often used within the DL franchise, which actually doesn’t exist in the Japanese language. It’s a combination of the characters for ‘to suck (blood)’ and ‘love’. It’s meant to refer to sucking one’s blood as a metaphor for showing your love for someone. I’ve always translated it as ‘bloody love’ myself in the past, so I will again for the sake of consistency.

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Daenerys Stormborn, Part 2: Wake the Dragon

Oh hey, I have part 2 already! Guess my brain is really focused on Dany now. In part 1, I talked about Dany's arcs from AGOT to ASOS, exploring the narrative and thematic purpose of her journey. However, the most important part of her journey occurs in ADWD, and sets the stage for some incredibly exciting developments to come in TWOW. For part 2, I'll be talking about the gradual transformation of Daenerys into a slightly different, darker character for the future.

Breaker of Chains & Mhysa

Slavery has been an important background element throughout Dany's time in Essos, even in AGOT, but it becomes front and centre in ASOS. She accepted the Dothraki, a society that uses slaves for many things, and wasn't too perturbed at the use of slaves in Qarth. However, it is in Astapor where she finally realizes just how bad the institution is, as she tells Xaro:

"Whence came this madness? Should I count myself fortunate that you did not free my own slaves when you were my guest in Qarth?" I was a beggar queen and you were Xaro of the Thirteen, Dany thought, and all you wanted were my dragons. "Your slaves seemed well treated and content. It was not till Astapor that my eyes were opened."

As mentioned last time, ASOS is when she begins to take control of her destiny, and she does so by beginning a revolution to free the slaves of Slaver's Bay. She believe she has a greater destiny lying ahead of her, that there is a reason for her dragons, the red comet. She also has great empathy for people and sees this disturbing injustice being played out with nobody to stop it. But she has the power to do so, and thus she begins by going fire and blood at Astapor, killing the Good Masters and freeing all the slaves. Afterwards, she leaves the city with a ruling council of a priest, a scholar, and a healer and moves to Yunkai.

She does a different approach with Yunkai, negotiating with the Wise Masters to surrender their slaves and to leave them in peace. And then when she arrives at Meereen, she decides to stay and rule as its queen. This is where things begin to get difficult for Daenerys. The ruling council of Astapor is overthrown by a butcher named Cleon, who said the council was conspiring to bring back slavery, who declares himself King of Astapor, enslaves the children of the former Good Masters to make new Unsullied, and tries to ally with Daenerys against Yunkai, who has resumed slavery.

Daenerys is not interested in any war with Yunkai. The reason she stays in Meereen is exactly because she learned what happened when she left Astapor. The fire and blood approach didn't work. You can't just dismantle such a deeply engrained system so easily. So instead she opts to rule, and protect the people she can. While a lot of readers view Dany's actions in Meereen as pointless, the whims of a naive girl, and poor leadership, I actually think it's the opposite.

For starters, Dany realized that she can't simply burn the slavers to end slavery, but she needs to stay and instill changes. While King Cleon repeatedly begs for Daenerys to join the war against Yunkai, she refuses, and warns Cleon to not do such a thing. She turns out to be horribly right, as Cleon is killed, Astapor is sieged, before being slaughtered, burned, and sacked, to be reinstated as a slave city once more. Likewise, the Yunkish siege Meereen, first by creating a blockade in the bay with ships, and then by having armies amassed outside the city walls.

In addition, refugees from Astapor begin to pile up outside the city, and a deadly plague called the pale mare (for the horse from Astapor that arrives at Meereen) begins to sweep the starving Astapori freedmen, who begin to resort to cannibalism to survive. Dany blames herself for leaving Astapor a mess, but does not wish to have the same thing happen in Meereen. She wants to protect the people she's freed, not just from the Yunkish, but herself as well.

When a sheepherder brings the burned bones of his daughter, Hazzea, who was killed by her dragons, Dany has Rhaegal and Viserion chained in the dungeons below the Great Pyramid to prevent them from causing any more harm. However, Drogon is still loose, unable to be found. In addition, when the sons of the harpy, a terrorist group opposed to the emancipation of Meereen, begin massacring freedmen, Dany decides to raise a tax on the Great Masters and have all families of suspect loyalty send a child to serve as a hostage and cupbearers. Yet, as the killings continue, she has grown close to the children and decides not to have them killed.

Now, some of you may notice that I am taking a lot from the Meereenese Blot essays written by Adam Feldman. That's not only because they are really well written essays, but ones that GRRM himself has approved of.

"I read those when someone pointed them out to me, and I was really pleased with them, because at least one guy got it. He got it completely, he knew exactly what I was trying to do there, and evidently I did it well enough for people who were paying attention."

So I am retreading some of the ground Feldman has laid, but it's important to do so if I am to build up to what I think is going to happen in the future of Dany's story.

As Feldman notes, Dany's own actions (or in the case of the cupbearers, inaction) actually made a peace possible, because the Yunkish saw that she was someone who is capable of mercy and not a (in their eye) violent mass murderer. Knowing what happened with Astapor, and seeing what happens when her dragons are unleashed with Hazzea, Dany decides to make peace with the Yunkish and marry Hizdahr.

Under the peace, Meereen itself would remain a free city, but the Yunkish would continue to sell slaves. They even sell them in markets outside the walls of Meereen, which displeases Daenerys extremely. In addition, slaveowners could bring their slaves into Meereen without fear of them being freed, and the Yunkish promised to respect the rights of the freedmen in Meereen. Yet, despite the peace and the progress made, she feels as though this is a defeat.

This is peace, she told herself. This is what I wanted, what I worked for, this is why I married Hizdahr. So why does it taste so much like defeat?

The thing is, Daenerys has had to sacrifice so much of herself and her morals to get to this point. Yes there is peace, even if it is tentative, Meereen would not be sacked by the Yunkish, but slavery is still going on, and she thinks that she has let herself and other people down by agreeing to peace and allowing the Yunkish to continue slavery. She has agreed to peace to people she loathes and thinks are despicable, she has married a man she does not love and does not love her, she has chained her dragons in the pit below, she has allowed the fighting pits to reopen. This comes to ahead at Daznak's Pit when she is at the height of her discomfort.

The boar buried his snout in Barsena's belly and began rooting out her entrails. The smell was more than the queen could stand. The heat, the flies, the shouts from the crowd … I cannot breathe. She lifted her veil and let it flutter away. She took her tokar off as well. The pearls rattled softly against one another as she unwound the silk.

And then Drogon arrives, and in the chaos of him attacking the boar and being attacked by the soldiers in the pit, Dany tries to calm him, but he spits fire at her, and she tries to tame him by whipping him into submission. Here, Dany is quite literally fighting herself. She herself in this moment represents the Queen of Meereen, someone who desires for peace. Meanwhile, Drogon represents the dragon inside her, who wants to unleash blood and fire on her enemies. In the end, Dany climbs onto Drogon and they fly away together, which foreshadows and symbolizes Dany's later decision to choose being the dragon.

Despite her frustrations in Meereen, the peace was a good first step. Not to say that it solved every issue, it didn't, but that doesn't need to be the end of it. Daenerys could forge new peaces, new agreements, and if she stayed in Meereen, she could implement great changes throughout Slaver's Bay. But what is done is done, and cannot be undone. The peace that was forged is now gone. Next comes war.

The House with the Red Door

Before we move on to Dany's final chapter and what that means for the future, we must take a look at a very important part of her backstory which is one of the main elements of her own story. Sure, destiny, greatness, prophecy, power, and identity are themes with Daenerys, but at the center of it all is the desire for home. Dany was born on Dragonstone, but was whisked away to Braavos, and there she lived in the house with the red door, with Viserys, Ser Willem Darry, and their servants.

To Dany, the house with the red door was the only place in her life she called home, and she has very fond memories of it, of Willem, or the lemon tree. But after Willem died, they were kicked out and forced to become beggars on the streets, selling off their possessions and travelling the Free Cities. The red door was closed and gone forever after, but the dream of having a home hasn't.

Daenerys has a desire for home, for love, for family. Throughout her childhood, Viserys would tell Dany all about Westeros, how they need to take back the Iron Throne, that the Seven Kingdoms were the most beautiful lands in the world. And sure enough, soon, Westeros represents the idea for home and belonging to Dany.

"I pray for home too," she told him, believing it. Ser Jorah laughed. "Look around you then, Khaleesi." But it was not the plains Dany saw then. It was King's Landing and the great Red Keep that Aegon the Conqueror had built. It was Dragonstone where she had been born. In her mind's eye they burned with a thousand lights, a fire blazing in every window. In her mind's eye, all the doors were red.

Although she takes on the mantle as the new head of House Targaryen and carries on Viserys's dream of taking back the Iron Throne out of a sense of duty, she also does so for desire to belong in a place she can call home. It's a nostalgic feeling she gets of the old days, that she wants to relive again.

But then other ambitions get in her way. She frees the slaves of Slaver's Bay, and decides to stay in Meereen to try to ensure that her revolution succeeds. Thus, her quest for home is put on hold. Throughout ADWD, she gives up parts of herself, to try to become one with the Meereenese; marrying Hizdahr, reopening the fighting pits, chaining her dragons, dressing in the Ghiscari fashion, and making peace. But in the Dothraki sea, hundreds of miles outside Meereen, she finds that she wasn't being her true self, that she can never be the Queen of Meereen, or become a true Meereenese.

I must keep walking. Water flows downhill. The stream will take me to the river, and the river will take me home. Except it wouldn't, not truly. Meereen was not her home, and never would be. It was a city of strange men with strange gods and stranger hair, of slavers wrapped in fringed tokars, where grace was earned through whoring, butchery was art, and dog was a delicacy. Meereen would always be the Harpy's city, and Daenerys could not be a harpy.

The series is all about the human heart in conflict with itself, and Daenerys in ADWD is one of the best examples of that. She was struggling with her two competing titles of Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons, but in the end she was not comfortable with being the Breaker of Chains. This final transformation she undergoes in the Dothraki sea really sets the tone for what she will do in the future, and how she will change as a person and character.

Mother of Dragons

Daenerys X is one of the more bizarre chapters in the series, since it follows only one character alone with her thoughts, but it works extremely well as a character study, and the development over the course of the chapter is one of my favourites in the whole series. Through all the hallucinations and visions and dreams Daenerys has during this chapter, it's important to remember that they all (apart from possibly Quaithe) are her, so the discussions she has are with her own internal thoughts directly.

The topic of Targaryen madness reoccurs throughout the series, but it's ADWD where it is brought up the most. Now, the topic of Targaryen madness will be another post i will do in the far future and won't discuss in depth today, but the matter is that Dany is aware of some of it, even if she hasn't fully accepted the truth of her father. She fears that she is succumbing to the madness at points.

"Your Grace?" Missandei stood in the door of the queen's bedchamber, a lantern in her hand. "Who are you talking to?" Dany glanced back toward the persimmon tree. There was no woman there. No hooded robe, no lacquer mask, no Quaithe. A shadow. A memory. No one. She was the blood of the dragon, but Ser Barristan had warned her that in that blood there was a taint. Could I be going mad? They had called her father mad, once.

Later, she implies this fear again to Barristan.

I lived in fear for fourteen years, my lord. I woke afraid each morning and went to sleep afraid each night … but my fears were burned away the day I came forth from the fire. Only one thing frightens me now." "And what is it that you fear, sweet queen?" "I am only a foolish young girl." Dany rose on her toes and kissed his cheek. "But not so foolish as to tell you that. My men shall look at these ships. Then you shall have my answer."

But in an early version of Daenerys III, the answer Daenerys gave was "myself". She fears what would happen if she "woke the dragon", as Viserys put it. She's afraid of succumbing to the madness that consumed her father and probably was consuming Viserys. She's afraid of what would happen if she unleashed her dragons, how many innocents they would kill. But in the Dothraki sea, she begins to question her decisions, starting when she woke up after finding blood between her thighs:

"I am the blood of the dragon," she told the grass, aloud. Once, the grass whispered back, until you chained your dragons in the dark. "Drogon killed a little girl. Her name was … her name …" Dany could not recall the child's name. That made her so sad that she would have cried if all her tears had not been burned away. "I will never have a little girl. I was the Mother of Dragons." Aye, the grass said, but you turned against your children.

The importance of this quote cannot go unnoticed. She thinks about Hazzea all the time throughout the book, feeling deeply guilty about what Drogon did to her. But here, at the end, she cannot remember her name. The in world explanation is that, of course, she is delirious from being in the wilderness eating berries and being sick, but thematically this is her slowly turning away from the people she freed. Next comes a dream with Viserys (long quote incoming):

She dreamt of her dead brother. Viserys looked just as he had the last time she'd seen him. His mouth was twisted in anguish, his hair was burnt, and his face was black and smoking where the molten gold had run down across his brow and cheeks and into his eyes. "You are dead," Dany said. Murdered. Though his lips never moved, somehow she could hear his voice, whispering in her ear. You never mourned me, sister. It is hard to die unmourned. "I loved you once." Once, he said, so bitterly it made her shudder. You were supposed to be my wife, to bear me children with silver hair and purple eyes, to keep the blood of the dragon pure. I took care of you. I taught you who you were. I fed you. I sold our mother's crown to keep you fed. "You hurt me. You frightened me." Only when you woke the dragon. I loved you. "You sold me. You betrayed me." No. You were the betrayer. You turned against me, against your own blood. They cheated me. Your horsey husband and his stinking savages. They were cheats and liars. They promised me a golden crown and gave me this. He touched the molten gold that was creeping down his face, and smoke rose from his finger. "You could have had your crown," Dany told him. "My sun-and-stars would have won it for you if only you had waited." I waited long enough. I waited my whole life. I was their king, their rightful king. They laughed at me. "You should have stayed in Pentos with Magister Illyrio. Khal Drogo had to present me to the dosh khaleen, but you did not have to ride with us. That was your choice. Your mistake." Do you want to wake the dragon, you stupid little whore? Drogo's khalasar was mine. I bought them from him, a hundred thousand screamers. I paid for them with your maidenhead. "You never understood. Dothraki do not buy and sell. They give gifts and receive them. If you had waited …" I did wait. For my crown, for my throne, for you. All those years, and all I ever got was a pot of molten gold. Why did they give the dragon's eggs to you? They should have been mine. If I'd had a dragon, I would have taught the world the meaning of our words. Viserys began to laugh, until his jaw fell away from his face, smoking, and blood and molten gold ran from his mouth.

The dream terrifies Daenerys, but once again, Viserys (really herself here) is telling her she is stalling in a place she doesn't belong, that she needs to go home, that she should embrace being a dragon. The climax of this comes right after she realizes Meereen would never be her home, where she argues with Jorah (again, herself):

Meereen would always be the Harpy's city, and Daenerys could not be a harpy. Never, said the grass, in the gruff tones of Jorah Mormont. You were warned, Your Grace. Let this city be, I said. Your war is in Westeros, I told you. The voice was no more than a whisper, yet somehow Dany felt that he was walking just behind her. My bear, she thought, my old sweet bear, who loved me and betrayed me. She had missed him so. She wanted to see his ugly face, to wrap her arms around him and press herself against his chest, but she knew that if she turned around Ser Jorah would be gone. "I am dreaming," she said. "A waking dream, a walking dream. I am alone and lost." Lost, because you lingered, in a place that you were never meant to be, murmured Ser Jorah, as softly as the wind. Alone, because you sent me from your side. "You betrayed me. You informed on me, for gold." For home. Home was all I ever wanted. "And me. You wanted me." Dany had seen it in his eyes. I did, the grass whispered, sadly. "You kissed me. I never said you could, but you did. You sold me to my enemies, but you meant it when you kissed me." I gave you good counsel. Save your spears and swords for the Seven Kingdoms, I told you. Leave Meereen to the Meereenese and go west, I said. You would not listen. "I had to take Meereen or see my children starve along the march." Dany could still see the trail of corpses she had left behind her crossing the Red Waste. It was not a sight she wished to see again. "I had to take Meereen to feed my people." You took Meereen, he told her, yet still you lingered. "To be a queen." You are a queen, her bear said. In Westeros. "It is such a long way," she complained. "I was tired, Jorah. I was weary of war. I wanted to rest, to laugh, to plant trees and see them grow. I am only a young girl." No. You are the blood of the dragon. The whispering was growing fainter, as if Ser Jorah were falling farther behind. Dragons plant no trees. Remember that. Remember who you are, what you were made to be. Remember your words. "Fire and Blood," Daenerys told the swaying grass.

And here is where everything changes. She has spent time trying to protect innocent lives, to make peace, not war, to be loved and accepted by Meereen. But here, she decides that it is time to do away with that. Meereen is not her home, Westeros is, and it's time to wake the dragon and burn Yunkai. No longer will she be burdened by the idea of a cost of innocent lives, no longer will she fear herself, and no longer will she linger. When the time comes, she will burn her enemies and leave for Westeros.

I need to make a few things clear here, however. For one, I don't think she's mad now, this is just her resolving her internal conflict. For another, I don't care what she does to the slavers. They deserve what's coming for them. She will still care about the innocent, but she's now going to go full-blooded Targaryen and burn cities to the ground, and this will mean massive collateral damage she will try to rationalize away.

Daenerys has now transformed into a different, much darker character, which I feel will continue to define her for the rest of the series. She is now the Mother of Dragons, in her entirety, and Essos is about to bleed and burn. I really appreciate how GRRM put this together, and that she didn't stay fire and blood after Astapor. His character development is realistic, and sometimes the development is not linear. In part 3, I will be discussing predictions about Daenerys's arc and story in TWOW, more specifically what she will do in Essos.

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