#I built you palaces so you would never be lonely as I am.
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Haha what if the reason that Lucius Malfoy had the diary is because Tom Riddle gave it to closest friend Abraxas Malfoy for safe keeping…who slowly went insane because he could not stop using it as a conduit of his unrequited love. Jk Jk…unless—
#slowly letting tumblr into my HP mind palace#countless nights hunched over at his study.#words pouring from his tongue as he writes#I built you palaces so you would never be lonely as I am.#Abraxas Malfoy#tombraxas#abraxas malfoy x tom riddle#Tom riddle#Harry Potter#tom riddle x abraxas malfoy#hp#pre marauders#riddle era
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There's just inches in between us ~ Thorin x Fem!Reader
A/N: Ok so I just am really obsessed with that one juicy part from the song shameless (I actually don't like the song I just literally listen to that one part on loop) and I immediately thought about Thorin so I guess that's his song now :p Also I literally never have written any kind of smut in my life before so this is totally new 😔😔 I really hope you guys like it!! And have fun 🥰
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: Smut with plot (MDNI), Unprotected sex, Fingering Kinda enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, kinda fluff?? ࿐ྂ
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 4.1k (oops lmao) ࿐ྂ
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: No :) ࿐ྂ
⇢ ˗ˏˋ Amrâlimé ~ My Love ࿐ྂ
Summary: You were the princess of another kingdom, meant to marry none other than the dwarven King Thorin from the lonely mountain. You rarely get the chance to talk to him and decide to visit him the night before the wedding, asking him to give you some attention.
The carriage, you were sitting in was rocking from side to side as you slowly approached your destination. Your hands holding tightly onto the dark green dress you were wearing. Gold details were stitched delicately on the upper half of the garment, making up swirls, as well as flowers. You tried to pretend to be listening to your father, who still was talking about your upcoming marriage. Arranged marriage. Your father set up an arranged marriage between your kingdom and Erebor. The thought of being wed to an unknown man made your stomach churn. “(Y/N) are you listening? This is very important for you to know and accept.” “My king, I apologize for my rudeness but I do not wish to hear anymore about this matter.” You were beyond upset and hurt about the decision your father, the king of Thuiniel, took without even your consent. It’s not like he needed consent. A warning would have been nice. Any kind of sign so you would have known that you will move away from home. So you would have known that you will no longer be a free woman and instead be the wife of another king. So you would have known that you will become a queen to an unknown kingdom.
Your fathers’ eyes mustered you sadly, understanding your attitude towards him. “(Y/N), I know you are hurt and I know you are mad at me, however you yourself know that it will be the best for the kingdom.” The kingdom. During the years, Thuiniel has seen and faced a major number of wars. Most of them went well for you, however nowadays the kingdom is in need of support from anyone they can get. Your two older sisters have been married for years to different parts of Middle-Earth, which resulted in an alliance between these three kingdoms. But even they can’t constantly send support towards Thuiniel. So your father decided to search for another alliance that can give him the resources he needs. And this resulted in you receiving the news just a week prior to the wedding.
A sigh left your lips as you looked out of the small window in the carriage. Trees were lining the path you were traveling on. Your gaze settled on the palace that was built deep into the mountain. “Do you know any important information about Erebor?” You asked your father, eyes still locked on your destination. Normally you would have looked into various books and scrolls in your library before travelling to another kingdom, but the news of your marriage shocked you so immensely, that you already despised everything that had anything to do with it. “Erebor is known for their massive mine, as well as the various jewels and gold they keep deep inside of the mountain.” A hum left your lips as you tried to remember the words you father continued to spill about your future kingdom.
A sudden jolt of the carriage made you realize that you just arrived at your destination. The wooden door opened as a hand was held inside. Your father stood up, took the hand and left you alone in the carriage. You took a deep breath before following your father out of the small compartment. Once outside, you looked around at the trees and the nature surrounding the palace, before focusing on your future home. Home. The thought left a bitter taste on your tongue. “King Thorin Oakenshield, it is very nice to make your acquaintance.” Your father said, before bowing down in front of a dwarf. “Let me introduce you to my lovely daughter, princess (Y/N). Your soon-to-be-wife.” Thorin looked at you before giving you a short nod. You bit your tongue, in order to not snap at his attitude towards you. Taking the material of your dress in your hand, you curtsied and whispered a soft ‘It is nice to make your acquaintance’ towards the king.
After the short introduction, you were shown around the castle as well as parts of the mine underground. The king however was not in attendance. Night approached quickly and you excused yourself after dinner to finally get some alone time in your chambers. On your way you stumbled upon the library of Erebor. Deciding to take a peek, you opened the door. Books and scrolls were lining the shelves of the room. A dwarf was in front of one of the shelves, his attention now on you instead of the book in his hands. “You must be our future queen. Welcome to the palace’s library.” He bowed down in front of you. “My name is Balin, how can I help you?” “Please just call me (Y/N). You smiled softly at the nice man. “I was wondering if you have any good books about Erebor? I should have informed myself about the kingdom before my arrival but I had… difficulties.” “Of course (Y/N). Let’s see…” He was walking around the room, taking the ladder attached to the shelf with him. “Ah this should be a good start.” His hands grabbed a thick leather-bound book that has the words ‘History of the lonely Mountain’ in gold etched into it. Taking it in your own hand you thanked him, before leaving and trying to find your chambers once more.
A yawn left your lips as you quietly ate your breakfast. You have read a little more than you would like to admit and totally forgot the time yesterday night. The history written down in the book completely captivating you. Your gaze fell from your father to the other few people who were chatting happily with each other, until your eyes stopped at the man who sat on your right. Your soon-to-be-husband. His hair was braided on each side of his face. You remember reading about some of the customs of dwarven culture and how important their hair (beard included) is to them. You take a sip of the tea that was specifically prepared for you, trying to stifle another yawn.
“Have you not slept enough?” Thorin asks from beside you his voice a slight hint of irritation. Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance at his question. “My apologies my king, I lost track of the time yesterday.” “What have you been reading?” Cutting into the eggs that were served in front of you, you took a big bite. “I have been reading about the History of Erebor. As a future Queen I would like to learn as much about my kingdom as I can.” “How come you did not study about the kingdom before your arrival?” Setting down your cutlery, you looked at him with annoyance. One of his eyebrows was raised as he waited for your answer. Was he mocking you? “I did not have enough time to remember all the details from Erebor. Especially because a certain someone wished for the marriage to happen as soon as possible.” Your father had told you that normally you would have a few months in advance to get to know your husband and roughly around a year for the marriage. However, Thorin apparently requested that the marriage happens as soon as possible, which resulted in the date being set in a month from now on. After hearing the news, you didn’t just simply dislike your husband but despised him. You still were mad at your father after he told you this new information yesterday, however your hate now mostly lay on Thorins shoulders.
The entire table was quiet as the air went heavy around the two of you. “The reason behind the date being set in a month is to ensure the safety of Thuiniel. Another war could be right around the corner and I would not wish to risk another empire be taken over by Orcs while I am getting married.” Anger flickered in his gaze. You continue eating your breakfast, not wanting to fuel the fire by arguing against the king. A sigh escaped your lips as you finally left the dinner room behind you, followed by your father. “(Y/N) we urgently need to talk.” He takes your arm and pulls you into his chambers. “Have you lost your mind?!” He angrily exclaims, flailing his arms around while walking up and down. “Father, I apologize but he just-“ “No! (Y/N) take a moment to think about your actions! Erebor was the best candidate for an alliance with our kingdom. This alliance can ensure the safety for several decades! You, arguing with the king, could result in him not being interested in the marriage anymore and Thuiniel falling into the hands of Orcs!” You bit down on your lip, as your head was lowered in shame. Your eyes focused on your shoes as you listened to your father’s rant.
He takes a deep breath, before walking towards you and taking your arms gently in his hands. “I know you are hurt and scared, but please please think about the wellbeing of Thuiniel.” A sigh left your lips. “I will father.” With that you left his chambers. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you searched the library, in order to take a good book with you and get your mind off of things. Upon entering the room, you could see Thorins back facing the door. Oh no. “Have you already found the scrolls Balin?” He asked, not looking up from the papers in his hands. You shifted from one foot to another as you decided if you should leave or stay. “I apologize my king, but I am not Balin. Listening to your voice, his eyes snapped up from the papers towards you. “How can I help you princess?” Biting down on your lip you thought a moment about what you should say in order to save the little chemistry you should have as the future royal couple. “I wanted to apologize for my behaviour earlier.” At that, Thorin lay his papers down, intently listening on what else you had to say. “I shouldn’t have reacted this way but neither did I expect a wedding announcement last week. I couldn’t prepare myself, neither did I get a proper chance on finding out who I am about to marry. It is a lot that suddenly falls on top of me and so many more things are piling up without a chance to properly think about anything to be honest.” You looked at the dwarf, who started to approach you. His gaze was locked on your eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. “One month will be enough time to get your head sorted through and get used to living in Erebor. We will get to know each other on the way there and you will learn how to be a queen.” He said, trying to reassure you. Gently, he takes your hand in his. Turning your palm upwards, he places something on top, before closing your fingers around it. “I also took the liberty of reading into your kingdom, Thuiniel, and the few customs you have. This is also the reason as to why I wanted the wedding to happen in a month. Your kingdom is in dire need of a strong alliance due to the wars that happened one after another and I can be of help. I never want to witness other kingdoms defeat due to an army of Orcs.” You blinked at the man in front of you, not exactly knowing how to respond to him. A smile stretched over your lips. “Thank you so much Thorin.” You left afterwards, heading towards your chambers. Opening your palm, you saw a small golden ring in your hand. Taking it between your fingers, you took a careful look of it. A green gem was present in the middle. Gold flowers were etched into each side of the gem, while a small diamond sat atop of the green one. The ring almost looked like a golden crown. Putting it on your ring finger you smiled softly. Maybe there was some hope.
The weeks passed in a storm and you got quite accustomed to living in Erebor. During your stay, you also got to know Thorins’ nephews Fili and Kili. Most of your time was spent with them, while they tell you all about how they got to win Erebor back with their uncle and several other dwarves. Balin also gave you some lessons on important things and events to know about Erebor as well as the dwarven culture. He emphasized on the fact that you have to offer Thorin a bead and braid a strand of his hair. “It will signify that he is a married dwarf and found his One.” He once said. One. It has been stuck in your mind for the past week. You wouldn’t call yourself his One. You haven’t even really gotten the chance to get to know him like he told you, so even if you were his One, you wouldn’t know. You did meet him more often than before however; the conversation was always kept to a minimum. The fact that he still is a mysterious man to you makes your heart twist painfully. You even knew Kilis and Filis entire live story by heart after just a week and can barely remember that he is also called Thorin Oakenshield? Unacceptable. And this is the sole reason as to why you are approaching his chambers after another uneventful day of you two only communicating for roughly ten minutes. Sitting on a chair by his desk, he raised an eyebrow at your intrusion.
“I thought I told you that if you needed anything, you can always ask Balin.” A sigh left your lips, as you made yourself comfortable on his bed. “Well Balin is not you now, is he?” Your arms were folded in front of you, gaze never leaving the king. “Listen Thorin, I have had enough. We barely talk with each other and I still only know your name. I don’t know anything about you and it annoys me. We are supposed to get married tomorrow and the only conversations we held was about sleep and our schedule of the day.” An exasperated sigh left his lips. “(Y/N) I really can’t deal with this or with you right now.” “Excuse me?” One of your eyebrows was raised as the words Thorin just muttered reverberate in your head. Anger slowly started to build up inside of you at his uncalled attitude.
“I think one month should have been enough time to get your head sorted through.” You spat at him. His eyes squint together, ready to say more but you cut him off. “You can’t constantly keep pushing me away. We have to share a lifetime together, if you want to or not. Just because you constantly find excuses to leave me behind and continue to do whatever else doesn’t mean-“ “Whatever else? I am trying to safe your kingdom! Your home!” “This is my home!” You yelled at him, face slightly tinted red. Even if you only have been in Erebor for roughly a month, you already accepted and loved it like it was your home. Which it was. “I love Thuiniel, but it is no longer my home. My father sent me here to marry you and get used to living in Erebor. Thuiniel is not as helpless as you make it out to be. My brother is the one in charge while my father is still here, waiting for the marriage to be fulfilled. My brother is capable of taking care of it and even if he needs help, we have other alliances and not just Erebor.” You take a breath to calm yourself down. “As a king you should not just take care of the kingdom but also of the people surrounding you. And for the time being I must admit, you are a bad king to me.” Thorin approaches you with a few quick strides. His hands lowered on each side of your thighs as he leaned into your personal space. “You dare to call me a bad king? Just because I don’t give you the attention you so desperately need?” His hot breath made your cheeks warm up. Eyes wide you stare into his blue ones, that shine with an unknown fire. You were about to say something, however the lump in your throat prevented you from muttering anything.
“You want attention princess? You shall get it.” His hand moved towards your face, pulling you towards his lips. Shocked at the sudden movement you gasped softly. Thorin took this as an invitation and deepened the kiss. You slowly started to relax into his arms, as you wrapped your hands around his neck. Your mind still was a jumbled mess, however your body was in dire need of his touch as well as his warmth.
Untangling your arms from his neck, you moved up the bed, towards the headboard. Thorin followed you, never once breaking the kiss. His warm hand travelling toward your neck, while his other hand grasped onto your thigh. He somehow managed to position himself between your legs. Breaking apart from the kiss, the both of you had to catch your breath, red cheeks and eyes glazed over with a burning passion. “How much of my attention do you want?” Thorin asked, voice slightly deeper than normal. “I wish to have all of it.” Your hand gently held the side of his face, thumb stroking his rosy cheek. Eyes flitting from his eyes to his lips, you leaned towards him, pulling him into another passionate kiss. Tongues were entangling into each other while your fingers played with the strands of his hair. He moved from your lips across your face, towards your neck. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt his teeth sink into the skin beneath your jaw, marking you. His big hands travelled from your waist to your dressed boobs. Moving his head from your neck, he looked at your dress. “Turn around Amrâlimé. So I can undo your dress.” He quickly moved aside, as you turned around and let him unravel the corset. His fingers brushed against your back as you wished they would continue to travel along your body. “Stand up.” He ordered and you willingly complied. The sleeves of the dress travelled down, as the bodice slowly also moved to the floor, until you were only left in your panties.
“My beautiful queen.” He stood up from the bed and pulled you in by your waist. Your hands desperately grasping onto his neck, as he sat down on the plush mattress, making you straddle him. You felt his hard cock rub against the inside of your thigh. A soft moan escaped your lips. You wanted him. You needed him. Thorins hands slowly moved towards your breasts. Taking your nipples between his fingers he rolled them around. You leaned into his touch as you held onto his shoulders for some stability. Pants left your lips as you decided to grind on his cock, desperate for any kind of friction. Thorin let out a grunt, focussing on your left nipple with his left hand, while his lips rapped around the right one. A moan leaving your lips as his tongue flicked over it. After a few seconds he switched sides. The fingers of his right hand left a ghostly trail behind as they moved towards your awaiting core. Pushing your panties aside, his fingers moved through your wet folds.
A chuckle left his lips. “You really love my attention, don’t you?” The only thing you could do was nod, as he drew soft circles on your clit, making you immediately stop your grinding on his clothed dick. “I need a verbal response my queen.” He stopped moving his fingers around, making you whine at the loss. “Yes. Please.” A smirk was present on his lips as he left gentle kisses on your jaw. “Please what?” He teased as he continued to rub small circles. “Thorin I want you. I want your attention please.” As soon as these words left your lips you were thrown on the bed. Your legs were parted as Thorin began to undress himself. You watched his fingers work to undo the buttons of his shirt before pulling it over his head. Sitting up you let your hands travel from his broad shoulders, over his hairy chest and down his abs until they arrived at the happy trail that led to his hard cock. You slowly undid the button on his pants, before pulling them down together with his underwear. His dick sprung free. He was thick and hard, some precum already leaking from his tip. You carefully wrapped your hand around him, making him sigh contentedly at your touch. He felt warm and heavy around your fingers. You couldn’t even close your hand properly at his thickness. Moving your hand up and down slowly you looked up at him through your eyelashes.
“My king, do you crave my attention as much as I crave yours?” You asked him, sweetly tilting your head to the side still holding onto him. “Yes. Yes I do Amrâlimé.” His hands grasped your shoulders, as he pushed you down on the matress. He spread your legs further apart, before taking off your panties and stepping between your legs. Goosebumps spread across your arms as your wet cunt was hit by the cold air. Thorins fingers immediately worked towards your core. You moaned as he let one of his fingers enter you. He pumped his digit inside you a few times before adding another finger. Your hands held onto his biceps as you felt his fingers curl up inside of you. His lips were on yours as he swallowed your desperate and high-pitched moans. The heat in your lower stomach made your toes curl as you slowly felt the familiar sensation approach. Suddenly it all was gone as Thorin pulled his fingers from you. You pouted at him sadly. “I want you to cum on my dick, not on my fingers.” He said, taking his dick in his hands and moving the tip between your folds. “Thorin.” You gasped as he made contact with your swollen clit. “Please.” You begged him. “What do you want my queen?”
His hands were holding you down by the waist, stopping you from moving around anymore. “I want you inside of me please. I want to feel you.” With that, Thorin lined the tip of his cock up with your entrance. Slowly he pushed inside. Your walls tightened around him making him groan out. A gasp escaped your lips at the slight burning sensation of the stretch inside you. He was big and you really felt it. Your hands held him close by his back, as he started to move inside you. Your spongey walls welcoming him in with every thrust he does. Your moans, mixed with his own grunts, echoed from the walls of his chambers. Each thrust made you feel closer to him and closer to heaven. His lips were on yours again, swallowing each sound you make. Warmth spread through your whole body as you felt the knot tighten in your lower regions. Thorin grabbed your thighs and bend them towards your shoulders. Loud moans escaped your lips at the new angle. His cock throbbing inside of you while your walls tightened around him. You knew you were close and so did he. Hence his finger moved toward your swollen clit. “Cum for me my queen. Cum on my dick.” You gasped at his words. The knot in your lower region came undone as you felt the bliss of your orgasm wash over you. Your nails still digging into Thorins back as he increased the speed of his thrusts until you felt his dick twitch before his warm cum filled you up.
After a few moments of still moving inside you he pulled out, making his cum drip out of your hole. He used his thumb to push his cum back into you. You moved your body properly on the bed, before hiding under the covers. Blush still visible. A chuckle left Thorins lips as he joined you under the covers. “This isn’t exactly what I meant earlier.” You mumbled, face still hidden partly by the blanket. He softly put a strand behind your ear, letting his hand stroke your cheek gently. “I promise you, we will have plenty of time to get to know each other. We will learn to love each other and I certainly will learn to give you the attention you need and deserve Amrâlimé.” He planted a soft kiss on your forehead. Maybe the both of you really have the potential to be the missing puzzle pieces for each other. The Ones you need.
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What are your thoughts on Suren?
thoughts on Suren.... thoughts. on Suren.... okay.
not everyone is going to like this and probably even less will agree, so keep in mind that this is just my opinion because you asked for it and i'm willing to give it. please take whatever measures you need to protect yourself and not start discourse about my opinion on my post.
i actually didn't like Suren for a good majority of the book. and not in a "i don't like you as a person" sort of way.
it was more that i didn't quite believe that i was meant to believe she was real. she seemed disorganised in a slapdash sort of way. captivating from far away, and yet nearly unremarkable once you got up close. what i mean by this is that the concept for her character was gorgeously unique, but the execution of her character didn't seem all that unique from Holly's other wild feral forest fae girls with an angry streak.
every book is an essay. it's the author's job to convince the audience. and i was not convinced of Suren's character—her skills, her magic, her fear, her anger.
some of her skills seemed too conveniently and hurriedly shoved into the narrative.
like her sudden uncanny ability to solve riddles with complex language when we had not been told prior to this that she had any previous interest in riddles. she had been living a mostly solitary life for years before this. when Oak and Tiernan first speak to her, they literally can't understand her because she hasn't spoken in so long and everything comes out garbled and scratchy and unintelligible.
how am i to believe she goes from that to solving complicated riddles to break people out of prison in a matter of days?
or her knowledge of the exact right passageway in the Court of Teeth. two years isn't a long time and she was a prisoner in the Citadel for most of it. prisoners don't run about the halls finding hidden corridors and trap doors. and if she did, why was it so casually mentioned right before the hidden passage was introduced?
why not make all of these things a bigger part of her backstory, her personality?
i.e. She liked figuring her way out of things just to see if she could. And also because it pissed off Lady Nore and Lord Jarel. She liked solving mazes and puzzles. She'd often make up riddles in her head when she was feeling lonely or bored or scared. A distraction in a life that wanted to swallow her whole. Her lifeline to sanity.
Best of all, Suren liked ruining things. She wasn't sure what it was, but something inside her revelled in chaos, in pulling at the threads. In watching a great and terrible unravelling.
If her unsister, Bex, built a tower of blocks she would find the best and swiftest way to knock it down. It had always been this way. It's why she sucked at Jenga. She just never got the point. Why would anyone want to build such a teetering thing on such uneven foundation? Suren would always find the brick most likely to topple the tower, just to delight in its fall. To feel the sweet relief of watching something fraught and all-consuming turn to nothing, right before her eyes.
When she got to the Citadel, she was a scourge upon the palace. If they tied her up she would be out of her stays in mere hours. If they locked her in a room she would worm her way out, hiding in the spaces between walls, the small crawl space of a turret, or the castle's many hidden passageways.
Whatever that thing was, the thing inside her that craved to break things, to watch things fall, Suren knew it couldn't be good.
this would give Suren a quirk that fits with her character, is useful to the plot, and distinguishes her as different in tone and experience from Jude/Charlie/Hazel/Kaye. "breaking her way out of things" would also act as a satisfying mirror to Oak's "charming his way out of things". and "that thing inside her chest that liked to break things" would be a nice bit of foreshadowing.
or! why not lean the other way?
i.e. Suren had a secret. Which was that she hadn't discovered the palace secrets while being held captive at the Citadel. She hardly left her rooms apart from when Lord Jarel and Lady Nore paraded her around like an animal. She was terrified. And sometimes, when all the world feels overly terrifying, the great maw of it open wide and yawning over your head, you become frozen. Trapped in a brittle, trembling version of yourself. Waiting to be tipped over the edge. Waiting for everything you once were to shatter on the floor like glass.
So Suren became more animal than girl. That's what happens when you are told over and over again what you are. When you are treated again and again like that very thing. You become it. Suren gnashed her teeth and growled at those who came too close. And yet, when Lady Nore was sent away from Elfhame with her promise of obedience to Suren, and Suren was sent back with Lady Nore, as if Lady Nore hadn't spent the past two years manipulating and abusing her child, Suren shattered anyway.
Picking up the broken shards of herself, she ran. Into the woods where she hoped no one would find her. Where she hoped, if they did find her, she could turn those shattered pieces outward, become something sharp to draw blood with. Where she hoped to hear the birds sing, and maybe find the occasional patch of sunlight.
She knew nothing of the Citadel. It had never been her home. She was not useful in the ways that Oak or Tiernan desired she would be. She only let them believe she was. But she'd be damned if she let the opportunity to bring her bitch of a mother down slip through her fingers.
this could be an "inverse of Jude" moment. a "let them overestimate me and despair in what i become" moment. a "sorry mummy did i come back wrong?" moment.
i also would've liked to have seen more of Suren learning to use the tools at her disposal.
for instance, if she's good at riddles, tell us she has always been fascinated by them! show us why she is fascinated by them! is it because she likes them or is it because she learned it was a way in which she could survive her abusive parents? show us that solving riddles/puzzles/knots is a part of her every day life before you have her jail-breaking everyone in a pivotal moment of the plot.
if she likes breaking spells and curses, show us more of her learning to use her magic apart from the prologue. tell us that she has a fascination with knots, with undoing them. that magic, to her, feels like a bramble of knots, and she can't help but pull the strings until they are undone.
but the focus seemed to be largely on Suren's "monster girl" persona, which would be fine if she actually acted like a monster. instead, she does pretty much the Morally Sound thing for the majority of the plot, is pretty decent at socialising, and goes along with the others a little too easily for someone who has been betrayed by most of the significant figures in her life.
the only way we are to know that she is a "monster girl" is that she tells us this over and over. tells us that she is ashamed of her physical appearance, that she's Made of sticks and snow, that that's why she's a monster. all of which does naught to convince me that she might actually be one.
TLDR: for most of the book, Wren seemed like she was extremely lucky, all bark, and no bite (which is ironic considering those teeth).
until the VERY end, when Madoc (bless him) encouraged her to sink her teeth into something. and when she did, only then did she finally become delicious.
and then the book ended.
so i can't really say what i think about her. i went from being intrigued to being bored to being unconvinced to being intrigued again to being positively tickled for about one chapter. i can only say that my attachment to her does not run deep at this point.
–Em 🖤🗡
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#the stolen heir critical#i could say some similar things about oak tbh but i won't get into that at the moment#the stolen heir#the stolen heir spoilers#holly black#tsh#my analysis#discoursey
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favorite oc
she's my baby girl right now. she's got the most space in my head, at all times i am thinking of her. she owns me and i'm not sorry. this is micah's world, i'm just here to serve her, and i would not have it any other way
honorable mentions: niamh gannon & beauregard barrett
they've been with me the longest and once had the strongest hold on me for more than a decade. they're two very formative characters for me and i will always have tiny palaces in my heart for both of them
oldest oc
niamh gannon
as far as fandom ocs that i've written and shared anywhere online, ni is the first baby girl. i started writing her when she was just a wee 11 year old student all the way through to her adult life as a wife, mother, and badass. she's the most developed oc i have, because i spent decades writing her. (she's also a bit of a precursor to what lore eventually became)
newest oc
i've got a few newer concepts circling, but as far as ocs that fully exist, lil is still the newbie on the team. she's a fun way to stretch and do some things i've never dared try before. fiery little pistol and demon who is out to create chaos in an act of revenge against a world that's wronged her
meanest oc
this is a hard one! i have several evil ocs, but they're not necessarily mean in any traditional sense. they play politics too well for that, though they can be underhanded and they'll fuck you up. of the ones i talk about here, it's probably either lilith or bowie, but neither of them are mean, exactly. lilith just wants to lash out and hurt everyone, and bowie is just blunt and crass. of my older ocs, there's fletch, who's a dumbfuck gay werewolf with a chip on his shoulder and no filters. and daphne, who's the evilest monster you'll ever meet: she wants to cut you open and splay your insides while you're still alive, but she'll talk so sweetly to your face. there's leona and lysandra, who are daddy's girls and spoiled brats. there's lux, who wants to look like a bad boy and live up to his evil father's legacy, but mostly he's just an asshole. and his father, chrys, who is evil. he trains monstrous dogs that are built to attack people. also he's a ruthless murderer but he's a suave and smooth politician, so you'll never catch him. also there's rand, my evil alpha werewolf man. then there's alfie, an absolute shithead of a bully and a punk, but he's really just a sad lonely idiot. there's torvald and romeo, my supercreeps. elena my snarky little shit who lashes out and hates everyone.
yeah, this is too hard, i have several meanies.
softest oc
none of the ocs i talk about here are soft in the least. but i have some old ones who are total cinnamon rolls. dierdre delaney is a soft sweetheart of a seer. there's bethy baby, bethany, who is a shy tiny pixie girl who is full of love and sunshine. liam who is a soft gentle romantic soul. naveen who is a sweet little nerd. rune, my soft gentle werewolf boy. olwen, who is gentle like a fairy. sienna my sweet little miracle baby. kaz the softest cuddliest kindest doctor you'll ever meet. teddy, the most cinnamon roll to ever cinnamon roll. ajlgdjlg agh i can't any more, the soft ones make my heart and teeth ache and i'm missing them so much now
most aloof/standoffish oc
i'm gonna give this one to micah, though some of my older kids could probably show her up on it. she's the one of my current stable that has the most trouble interacting with people.
smartest oc
nora by a landslide. she's a certified genius and a savant. the woman knows all.
dumbest (affectionate) oc
oh boy let me tell you, i love making himbos. fletch is one of them, what an idiot. there's rory who's a hardheaded dick. there's junior, declan, and nate, who are the pinnacle of himboness. there's cosmo, my silly class clown boy. there's virgil the clueless. there's pillip, who's theme song is literally 'stupid boy'. and then there's emmy, my flighty fashion icon
oc i'd be friends with irl
giving this one to the jameson sisters. they're the kind of friends anyone would want, imo. (there's a lot of my oldbies i'd put here, too, but this post is too long already)
if you bothered to read all that nonsense, i owe you a kiss or a cookie <3 thanks for listening to me ramble incoherently about ocs i never share any more lmao
#micah hale#lilith mallory#lore jameson#nora jameson#bowie#my ocs#not gonna make tags for all the rest#but it was fun to go down memory lane a bit#trying to be more active about sharing my ocs again#even if i'm stupid nervous about it
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Here starts the constellation's song
Here starts the constellation's song that me and Nathaniel transcripted:
Mortals tell stories about a city. They call her a dazzling pearl of the ancient world. Her life was that of rulers and beggars, poets and bankers, old and young, men and women, and everyone in between. She knew neither sleep nor total darkness, although the parts of her that were dark bled the darkness like no other darkness known to mortals. Just as the parts of her that were bright bled the light like no other light in this world.
She was everything and everything could happen on her streets, her bazaars, palaces, universities, and slums. And while being everything, she was also her, distinct, unmistakable, unforgettable.
She was a city to tower over all cities and she indeed had a tower. An observatory from which one day the scholars saw the approaching storm, one of such strength that it would kill the city and all that lived in her.
Mortals say that the city's people packed and left in a matter of weeks, leaving behind only the empty shell, the city's corpse. They say that when the storm came, the devastation was so complete that the only parts of the city that survived were the few stones that were thrown so far into the sky that they formed a constellation.
This is a dead story, all its loose ends cut short, neat and oval like a pebble. I still remember pebbles. And I remember my death and my ascension. I remember being so alive that when destruction came, our reflection was imprinted into the night sky because the universe refused to forget us. I am the soul of the immortal city and all the filthy, beautiful people who died in me. I loved them all.
I didn't know how to roleplay a constellation, but yesterday I went to a friend.
I cycle everywhere, and to get to her flat I need to ride through the main street of my city. I live in one of the youngest cities in my country, the infrastructure was built mostly in the XIXth century, and instead of the main square, it has a long promenade that twenty years ago was cobbled with the names of people who lived here at the turn of the millennium.
It is still the season, so Christmas decorations are all there: light strings between street lights, a carousel made of Christmas lights, photobooths also made of Christmas lights, and electric raindeers. And, since it was 15 degrees Celsius (climate catastrophe helping this blog once again), there were a lot of people. I've never seen so many people on this street in winter (barring one massive winter charity event we have in Poland), and I used to perform there every weekend. They seemed happy, full of hope, slightly hungover from New Year parties, and absolutely beautiful.
About five hours later, after ten PM I was riding back, the soundtrack to Flicker and the Fade still in my headphones, and the street was empty, except for the crazy amount of lights and a few lonely pilgrims, one-third of them making pictures of the long, empty, lonesome shining street on New Year's late evening and I was in love with both faces of the city I saw that day.
And that's how I decided that my constellation will be a city immortalized.
This is the first entry in my The Flicker and the Fade playthrough. You can find the game here, so far it challenged my imagination in a way I really like: https://nyessa.itch.io/the-flicker-and-the-fade
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Chapter 2: Special Queen
Narrated by Lilibet.
Narrator: And so begins my life at the museum, as the Swan Castle's queen.
Narrator: Why are you looking so surprised? It only made sense, right? With my unparalleled beauty, I'm no doubt the only one who can live up to the honor, no?
Narrator: Hundreds of thousands of tourists come here every day just to see me, and I'm always more than happy to dance for them.
Narrator: I'm perfect in every which way... from the way my hair waves to the way I dance, every last detail about me is perfect.
Choose either "Do you like it here?" or "You're even more of a star here now."
If "like," ...
You: You seem to like it here a lot?
Narrator: Why wouldn't I, though? The museum bustles with life every single night.
If "star," ...
You: You're even more of a star now than you were back at the palace.
Narrator: And that'd be correct. There are more toys here that love me than back on the display shelf in the Queen's bedchamber.
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Narrator: Swan Castle would hold a grand ball every single night.
Narrator: The conductor of my toy guard waves his baton again and again as if he could never get tired.
Narrator: When I open the door to the banquet hall, all the toys swarm around me as they fight to kiss my hands and ask to dance with me.
Narrator: The mellow tunes that start resounding through the hall strike me as being familiar. When I look over to see who the musician is, I see the violinist that used to keep Queen Lilith company.
Narrator: He bows at me when he sees me, his eyes brimming with admiration and obsession... like they were when he used to look at Queen Lilith.
Narrator: There are toys in this museum that have been Queen Lilith's companions and gained the Queen's favor.
Narrator: I, of course, am the most special of them all, because I look exactly the same as the Queen herself. And I am the Chosen One... chosen personally by the Queen for the museum to keep as a special collection item.
Narrator: The Queen's many old companions revere me all the more as a result, and they often speak of the Queen before me.
Countess: O, Your Highness, allow my nightingale to sing for your dance! It used to be Queen Lilith's favorite!
Narrator: At the very mention of the Queen's name, my smile freezes as beautiful music comes trickling down the nightingale's beak.
Narrator: The nightingale reminds me of all those times when Queen Lilith stroked it with a tender yet lonely expression on her face.
Narrator: Would the Queen look at me the same way if I could sing for her like the nightingale?
Narrator: Applause and admiration flood the great hall when I finish my dance.
Narrator: On our way back to my bedchamber, my maid is like a chirping lark as she applauds me for my dance. I could listen to her praising me forever.
Maid: ...Your dance was absolutely gorgeous, Your Highness. The last time I saw a dance so enthralling was when Queen Lilith came for inspection.
Maid: It was Erinka the Red Queen who danced for Queen Lilith then, and Queen Lilith even praised the Red Queen for her dance! But I think your dance, Your Highness, was even better.
Lilibet: ...So, Queen Lilith comes to the museum?
Narrator: I feel a leap of excitement hearing the news. A seed of hope has been planted in my mind.
Maid: Yes, the museum was built in the name of the Queen, so she comes for inspection every now and then.
Maid: Queen Lilith is amazingly gentle. I'm just a maidservant, but she still complimented me for my voice.
Narrator: I never knew the Queen came to the museum. Then, the violinist I'd seen at the ball and the nightingale with a sweet voice crossed my mind. I wonder if the Queen has ever paid them a visit?
Narrator: My maid is still talking, not knowing that I've already stopped walking.
Maid: ...Your Highness, what's the matter?
Lilibet: You were saying that Queen Lilith had complimented you for your voice.
Lilibet: And so do I, actually... Would you give me your beautiful voice, then?
Narrator: My maid's eyes grow cloudy the moment she looks me in the eye. With a nod, she tries to say something, but no sound comes out of her mouth when she opens it to speak.
Choose "What did you do to her?"
You: What happened? What have you done to her?
Narrator: I didn't do anything, but as a gesture of loyalty, she offered me the best she had to offer... her voice.
Choose "How did you do it?"
You: How did you do it?
Narrator: It's easy... I just need to look at them and ask them if they're willing to give me the best they have.
Narrator: Everything in this museum has its own special power. My maid, for example, is able to make it so that people fall in love with her words.
Narrator: And I'm able to make it so that people are willing to offer me the best they have. And it only makes sense that they want to... I'm their queen, after all.
Narrator: And my maid's voice is something Queen Lilith enjoys, which is all the more reason for me to possess it.
Narrator: I'm no longer just the beautiful puppet that I was. Queen Lilith is going to open her eyes to what I have become when she sees me next.
Narrator: I'm certain that I'll be able to make her fall in love with me again.
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The Golden God -Raúl Victoria III (#17)
Dearest Eurydice, welcome to the final show.
There’s a golden palace in my new town. Every morning it rises from the mountains with the sun, and floats to the top of the sky; then night calls and the palace resumes its journey with the star. Sunset arrives and it rests behind the hills. That’s where he lives. I know the golden god.
That poor god with a crush he can never get. An unattainable goddess whom he dreams of but can never reach. The locals tell how once, before the palace, before the glory, even before becoming a god, he used to be a traveler singing wherever he went. One day his travels brought him here and, at dusk, as he sung about the juicy fruits and sunflowers of the fields, he saw her. She stood atop her silver palace, bathed and, seemingly, made by the moonlight. Suddenly the songs of his heart became forever hers, and he remained. Unmoving and singing from dawn to dusk. He ate not, he drank not, he moved not, he simply sang, and his songs, my love, they were magic.
Of course, the gods took notice.
They would enjoy parties with his music, the music of her life. The parties would cause thunder and earthquakes, all around the world the gods partied to his unstoppable voice. They would rest and sleep to his lullabies, lullabies for her dreams. This sleep could go uninterrupted, and so godly duties were forgotten, many gods were finally able to escape their courses. So, they blessed him. Never wanting to lose the gift of his tunes they made him immortal, gifted him robes of the mightiest colors, and gave him the appearance of an angel. They visited him and gifted all they could, and he kept the melody alive. The melody of her existence. But once they made a mistake. They gave him the power of flight, and finally, he had the tools to reach her. He spread his wings wide and sung all the way to her silver palace. When he reached the milky shine, she simply said:
“Finally.”
They embraced, kissed, and the songs where gone. For just a moment.
The gods wouldn’t allow it. Immediately they took his wings off and threw him down. He fell. He fell directly to the golden palace they had just built for him to be trapped in. Trapped in the sun’s cycle, so that he could never see her again, so that the songs would never cease again. They never did. In his sorrow, the golden god never stopped singing; wishing, somehow, she could reach him now. Dreaming of her, the love of his life, coming to him. Incapable of anything more than love at a distance, than love as before.
Since my arrival, I’ve joined him in sorrow and song. We sing together but I can’t help him at all. He’s out of reach and I am powerless, lonely and tired. I think often of his eternal trap, of his precious gift, too good to be wasted. So, as a canary in a golden cage, the gods eternally bounded him to suffering, but not me.
My dearest, I can’t outrun the pain of your departure. In my songs I can find a beat, but I’ve become a ghost trying to remember how it feels to have a heart. We sing his silver songs every night. I know his pain. I know the golden god for I am the golden god. In my mortal life and his eternal existence, we are each other. But I shall escape, for I can. I am free of my course but not free of you. I got to get away from here, try to join you. You’re not here and I’m to blame, I did wrong and could never take it back. It's too terribly late for us and we will never be.
So tonight, I stand atop the golden hills. I apologize. Back then I turned, but I won’t do so now, I’ve learned my lesson. I stare down the abysm to the golden palace, and I sing with the golden god. Up in the silver palace I see her and all that stares back is your memory. I blow you a kiss, I sing you one last time our song which brought the world back into tune, and I jump. I let go. I fall to end this. I fall like my soul did when you left. I fall like my heart did when you were taken from me. I don’t know where I’ll land, but when I reach the floor, I’ll push my soul to go through, maybe then I’ll get to you, way down under where I condemned you to remain.
Throw my soul a rope, I’ll hold on to it and reach you. We’ll be together again if you pull me in and, in death, our hearts shall return.
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Jo’s play
March sisters x reader
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warnings: mention of a fake death
A/N: i would literally to anything to join one of Jo’s plays
The curtains around the homemade stage were closed, letting very little light in on the side behind the curtains. On the other side sat a dozen or so young girls, silently waiting for the promised spectacle to begin.
On your side however, it was not quiet as the very last preparations were being made and people were put in their place. The loud thuds of Jo’s boots were almost deafening your ears as she was walking up and down on the ‘stage’.
‘Amy, go back! They can see you like this! Beth, please don’t forget your lines again. Meg, do not fret about your dress, you look fine. y/n, remember to make your death realistic, I won’t be accepting your lousy attempts from last time!’
You rolled your eyes and crept back in the shadows, waiting for your first appearance. Amy was sitting next to you, silently mocking Jo and making you giggle. You loved Jo dearly, but in moments like these she could go a tad crazy.
Jo and Beth were hiding opposite of you in the shadows and Meg was the only one on the stage when the curtains opened. As soon as the lights hit her, she turned from Meg into Hester, the lonely queen who had lost her husband in the war and had no children to follow him up. Hester sang a melancholy song about her loss and her problem and received a great applause when she finished.
Then a sweet, little servant walked on stage, telling Hester that a young boy had arrived at the gates. The servant left again, and Hester started pondering about the possibilities this brought her.
In the background you crept on the stage, Hester’s nephew, Fabian. You were wearing a beard around your chin and a long men's coat that fell over your knees.
‘If this youngling has no family, I could take him on on my own!’ Hester thought out loud. ‘I could raise him to be the mightiest king this land has ever seen!’
Hester left the stage and you walked forward, exclaiming that this strange boy could never become the king, for that was your duty already, and you would do anything to stop him.
The curtains closed on you and a quick palace was built before act two opened with Jo as the strange boy standing in front of Hester.
‘Tell me, my boy!’ Hester said, taking the boy’s hand. ‘What is your name?’
‘My name is Marvin, Your Majesty! I am but a mere poor child from your capital city, robbed from his family and now seeking a place to stay for the night.’
‘Do not worry more, young child! I will give you a place to live,’ Hester spoke and she called the servant to her. ‘Take this boy to his chambers, I will call on him later this night.’
The servant took Marvin away from the stage and the queen was left, content with herself and her plans. At that moment, you walked back on stage, with on your hand a lovely young lady, named Katherine, whom you had intended to marry once you were king. The young lady was played by Amy, who adored her part for she could dress up like a ‘real, proper madame’.
‘Oh, Earl Fabian!’ Hester said as she noticed you and your lady. ‘Just the right person! I need to ask you for a favour, my dear nephew!’
Queen Hester asked you to take on the lessons for Marvin, as he had to learn the rules of kingship. After a moment of thought you agreed and walked off, just as the curtains closed again.
Act three opened in your chambers, where you spoke with your lady about your plan to make her your queen, telling her that you would teach Marvin all the wrong ways. Katherine was delighted and promised to help you wherever she could, before the young boy walked on stage, for his lessons.
‘Come here, my boy,’ you said and noticed the glitter in Jo’s eyes at the words. ‘I will teach you all you need to know about being a king, for I know what the Queen’s plans are for you.’
Then you and Jo performed a song as Fabian and Marvin, the first teaching the second all the things you oughtn’t do as king as though they were the right things.
‘And that, my child, is how you become a great king!’
The next act was a love scene between Katherine and Marvin. The stage had been rebuilt to a rose garden, with real and paper roses, leaves made of papers of Jo’s old books, and Amy’s drawings of flowers. On a bench, that was actually just two chairs with a sheet over them, Katherine sat and Marvin dropped to his knee, confessing he had fallen madly in love with Katherine and could not live without her love.
Katherine, being so charmed by Marvin, told him of the plan Fabian has for him, and decided that she would marry the man who turned to be king. Marvin was satisfied by that answer and vowed he would do anything to stop Fabian and protect Katherine from his danger.
The dramatic scene ended in laughter when Marvin, who meant to sit down on the bench, sat right in between the two chairs and fell through the sheet on the ground. You and Meg quickly closed the curtains and helped Jo get up.
‘Jo, are you alright?’ you asked worried, but Jo jumped right back up and shook the accident off.
‘Never been better!’ she laughed. ‘Come on, we’ve got a show to put on!’
You built the stage to the inside of the palace again, where Marvin was telling the queen about Fabian’s plans.
‘I knew that man was no good!’ Hester cried out, throwing her arms up in frustration. ‘He has wanted to take my husband’s place on the throne ever since I married. I never should have kept him here!’
Then Queen Hester ordered her servant to fetch Fabian, so she could have a word with him. Beth returned with you on the stage and quickly disappeared in a corner.
‘How can I be of aid, Your Majesty?’ you asked, bowing for the queen.
‘Do not put up those airs with me, nephew! I know of your plans!’ Hester said, staring down on you. ‘’Fess up!’
‘I have nothing to confess, My Queen,’ you lied. ‘I don’t know what you are talking about, I am afraid.’
Hester stepped aside and revealed Katherine holding Marvin’s hand tightly. You stood up and stepped closer to the woman you had once loved.
‘I knew I should have never trusted you! You wicked,—’
Marvin cut you off by pulling his sword on you and stepping in front of Katherine. You took your own sword and so a battle between the two men began. Circling around the stage, you hit and blocked and Marvin blocked and lashed out, while the women on the side gasped and screamed at the right times.
For a minute you fought with Marvin, until he stabbed you in your chest. Jo stuck her sword under your arm and you held it there as you fell to the ground. In much agony you shouted until you fell dead silent and as you lay on the floor, Marvin bent over you, retrieving his sword from your chest.
‘Three hoorays for our new king!’ Hester exclaimed and Marvin kissed Katherine happily on her cheek.
The girls in the audience started to applaud and cheer as you and the sisters gathered on the stage and bowed. In the back of the room Mrs. March and Hannah stood, clapping their hands with proud faces.
‘Refreshments are downstairs, thank you very much!’ Meg announced and the curtains closed again.
Darkness filled the stage again and for a second it was silent.
‘Jo, that was incredible! You all did so good! Meg, your voice is wondrous! Oh, Amy you looked so pretty in the light! Beth, you were amazing! y/n, your death was so dramatic!’
It was a mix of little screams of delight and praises all around, everyone hugged the other. You and Jo were jumping with excitement and you flew around her neck, making her fall over, taking you and the curtains along in her fall.
Meg stood over you and shook her head, but she had a smile on her face. ‘Are you two boys done messing around?’
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The Art of War
Part 5
Note: Reblogs are apriciated.
Pairing: Izana Kurokawa x female reader
Disclamer: This story is meant for the mature audience only. It contains some heavy teams like abuse, killing, aggression, consuming alcohol and cigarettes, swearing as well as sex. It is a bit of a slow burn regarding the smut but you still shouldn’t read it if you are under 18. Because I can’t stop the minors from reading please do not repeat any acts mentioned in the story and please practice safe sex as well as trying to keep your body healthy since it is still growing and it needs all the nutrients it can get.
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A full year of misery living in Sem Coração was just about to crush your spirit. You never realized how lonely a place filled with people could be. You were resented by the concubines and the king’s children while he didn’t bother to pay any of his attention to you. Not that you wanted any.
You were here because you father didn’t want you next to him and the king Silva wanted peace. Nothing else. You had to leave your friends and siblings because your father hated you.
“Is the greenhouse that the king had built here finished?” You heard one of the concubines question during the gathering for the concubines.
The king had two palaces one was for him and his older children and the second one was for the concubines and younger children who are not yet ready to separate from their mother for longer periods of time.
“Yes, but I don’t think anyone from the palace will go there.” Another concubine answered.
“Is it because of the snakes? I heard there were some really dangerous ones.” Yet another concubine spoke up.
‘Should I go there and end this?’ You though. By the law of Sem Coração you now belonged to the king and you had no business contacting your family or friends. You were supposed to rot here until the new king took over and either spared you stripping you of your title and position in the process or kill you.
That evening you asked your maid to take you to the greenhouse which was filled with trees, plants and flowers you have never seen. The air seemed different as if it was fresher and less claustrophobic than inside your bedroom.
Your maid was shaking behind you as you noticed a purple snake pass by her and stop beneath your feet. The snake raised its head looking at you with its black irises. It was rather small so you guessed it was still young, holding no fear or hostility towards you. Was it curious you couldn’t tell but you knew you were.
Bending at your waist you brought your hand closer to the snake’s head. The purple snake looked at your hand than looked at your face and slithered up your arm. It wrapped its tail around your forearm allowing you to touch its head.
You held no fear because you knew if you did the snake would start acting hostile. “My lady…” The maid said in a worried tone.
“I am fine.” You spoke as you rubbed your thumb against the scaly surface. “Did you know that snakes are supposed to be missing a part of their brain that allows them to feel affection?” You questioned the maid as you stared at the reptile.
“I-I d-d-didn’t…” She stuttered.
“Do they have names?” You question as you turned to your maid facing her.
“I-I do-don’t k-kn-know…”
You turned your attention back to the purple creature. “Can I give you a name?” You whispered underneath you breath.
Little did you know that you were being watched by every other snake in the greenhouse… And soon enough many brave slithering creatures made their way to you standing beneath your feet and watching you. From smallest newly hatched snakes to the biggest one in the greenhouse all in different forms and colors.
“My lady…!” The maid exclaimed in fear.
“Shh…” You raised the pointer finger of your free hand and pressed it against your lips suggesting her to be quiet. “Everything is alright. They are just curious. When they are satisfied they will go back.” The maid rushed outside leaving you alone with the cold blooded creatures.
Not much time has passed before the king rushed into the greenhouse with guards following him close behind. You turned your attention to the king and he couldn’t believe his eyes. A woman, a young woman at that was standing surrounded by some of the most poisonous snakes in the country without any sign of fear.
“Are you alright?” He questions you.
“I am…” You spoke quietly. “They will not harm me.” You stated.
“I can’t be sure…” The king hesitantly spoke.
“That was not a question. It was a statement.”
The king was amazed. Never had he met a woman not terrified of snakes and here you were a diamond in the rough ready to satisfy his greedy desires. “Well you should leave for the day since it is rather late.” He said making you sigh in disappointment. You didn’t have a chance to look at the snakes properly.
You lowered your hand in order to allow the snake to come down from your hand but it did not move, the snake just stared at you with curiosity. “I have to leave now…” You spoke softly and the snake only stared at you blankly.
You eyed the king and he was lost in thought. None of his concubines had ever taken an interest into snakes the way he did. “It can stay with you if you wish.” He spoke up and you smiled slightly.
“Does that mean that they do not have names?” You question.
“No, of course not, there is far too many of them to name them.” He cleared his throat and you turned your attention back to the purple snake.
“Zana…” You said and the snake showed of its tongue and snuggled against your cheek, which in return made you giggle.
The king was sure of it now. You were far more than he expected. You were going to be the one to fulfill his fantasies that no other woman could.
And that was how it all began. The king started paying more attention to you from something simple as a greeting when he would pass you by to sharing a meal and a walk in the garden with just the two of you.
You spent a lot of time in the greenhouses the king made especially for snakes and he could go off for hours on end about the slithering creatures. Zana however never left your side. She was either stuck to your arm, hanging around your shoulders or lying in your lap. She never once tried to hurt you and she was reminding you of Izana who you didn’t think you would miss as much as you did.
As the time passed by the king became bolder, touching you ever so slightly or pressing his lips against your cheeks or forehead. He wasn’t a bad man as far as you’ve seen but he was also a man who wanted you.
The other concubines of course noticed the change in his behavior over the couple of months that he had spent with you and they stared at you with envy. “Filthy little thing. Who do you think you are? Just because our king gives you attention and affection all of a sudden you think you are something?” The King Silva’s first concubine spoke up during yet another gathering of the concubines.
“I never asked for his affection and attention.” You said quietly but loud enough for her to hear you.
“Is that so?” She laughed. “Then why did you seduce him?”
“I didn’t…” You silenced yourself the moment you felt a familiar sting on your cheek. For some reason it hurt more than the one the first concubine of your father gave to you.
Zana hissed, showing off her teeth to the first concubine. The woman jumped and stumbled in fear. As you felt her detaching from your arm you held onto her whispering how you were fine.
“Maria!” You flinched when you heard the second concubine rise from her seat with furrowed eyebrows at the woman that slapped you. “You are really stepping over the line.” She warned.
“Oh don’t lecture me Juliana. She needs to know her place!” Maria yelled back.
“She is a concubine just how we are.” Juliana glared at her. “Now stop acting like a child and apologize.”
“I will not…!” Maria was interrupted by the second concubine.
“Maria! You are a fifty years old woman and you’re acting like someone stole your toy.” She scolded.
“There is no need.” You stood up from your seat. “If I learned anything from king Shiba’s concubines it’s that they all think they are above apologizing just because they fuck the king.“ You dropped the formal tone. You just felt so tired of being polite to the women who will never appreciate it. “After all that is all they are good for. Acting like fools and sucking dicks.” Your vulgar tone surprised the women. As you walked away you felt their eyes burning holes in the back of your head.
And a few days later you cursed yourself for speaking so vulgarly in front of those women because the king Silva decided to share a bath with his concubines. Your hand was shaking like crazy as you removed your bath robe and lowered yourself in the bath.
The women eyed you like hawks would mice and you felt uneasy as you were seated in the warm water. You made sure to be as far as it was appropriate while the rest of them were clinging to the king and each other.
“My king I apologize for being late.” Juliana walked into the room with her robes on.
“No worries…” King Silva spoke up with a kind smile. “Paula needed her mother I presume.” His expression seemed genuine like he actually cared about his daughter. You’ve never seen such expression your fathers face at least not meant for you.
Juliana passed by you to reach the king but she stopped in her tracks as her eyes met your back. A gasp left her lips as she covered her mouth. “(Y/N) dear would you mind helping me wash my hair first.” She placed her gentle hand on your shoulder.
You were uncomfortable anyway so you rose from the bath and followed after Juliana. Based on the gasps and mumbles you heard behind you, you could deduce that they too saw the scars. Juliana led you behind a wall separating the big bath from the much smaller ones.
“How long have you had those?” She questioned as she sat down and handed you the shampoo bottle.
You didn’t have to tell her but at this point your wounds healed and only scars are left. “It got worse two months before I came here.” You spoke up as you massaged the shampoo into her scalp as gently as possible.
You were nothing here. Sem Coração wasn’t much different from Thymos in the terms of concubine positions. First it is the king and the queen then the crown prince or candidates for the crown princes as well as the rest of the king’s children. After them the concubines whose authority depends on when they became the concubines. The first concubine has more authority than the second and third and so on.
Juliana stayed silent for a moment. “What exactly got worse?” She questioned.
“The abuse…” Your tone was uncharacteristically quiet.
“Would you mind telling me about it?” She acted as if she was your mother. Her eyes seemed sad and filled with pity.
“What difference does it make? Will you tell your offspring’s to stop spouting slurs at me? Will the other concubines back off? Will I finally be left alone?” You question the woman.
“I can’t guarantee that…” She spoke sighed.
“Then I don’t see the point in telling you.” It was disrespectful to speak to her that way however she never did anything that would make you trust her. Yes she would scold other concubines and even her children sometimes but nothing changed. They would get an earful and that would be back at it again the next day.
You got slapped here more in a year than when you were a princess in Thymos for your whole life. Of course you held a higher position back home but that didn’t stop them either way. You were just a young girl who acted like someone worthy of being in the same presence as them.
“I can try to convince them…” Juliana spoke up. “But I can do that only if I know what happened. Your hand was shaking…” She spoke the last sentence quietly making you flinch.
Not even your siblings noticed that little trait of yours. You let out a sigh. “It happens when I’m scared, angry, anxious, and nothing good really.” You explained. “To keep the story short and sweet I won’t go into details, not that I’m comfortable with sharing any.”
“That is completely fine.”
“King Shiba never liked me, I don’t know why exactly but I have some theories. I was just a little girl holding onto her mother’s dress every time I would see him. However when she died I took it upon myself to take care of my younger siblings and I did everything the way my mother would. His concubines didn’t like that I suppose. So they would do anything in their power to humiliate, hurt or even kill me.” Juliana gasped at your words covering her mouth with her hands. You couldn’t see her face but you knew it wasn’t as calm as yours.
“I was his firstborn child but he never treated me the way fathers should treat their children. So with every single mistake I would get either lashed or beaten with a stick.”
“You’ve barely stepped into adulthood when you came here what kind of mistakes could you possibly make?” She questioned.
“Most of them I don’t even remember. I do know they were ridiculous from holding my fork wrong to breathing too loudly…” Juliana interrupted you.
“I’m sorry; you got disciplined in this case beaten for breathing?” She turned to face you with wide eyes.
You let out a dry laugh. “I wouldn’t say beaten it was a slap on both my cheeks.”
“What did you do to get those?” She motioned to you back.
You sigh and explain the events that caused you to get lashed thirty times. Juliana’s eyes only grew wider the more words left your lips. By the time you were finished there were tears running down her cheeks.
Fear settled into your bones. If the word gets out that the second concubine cried because of you, your punishment will be far worse than the one you received in Thymos. “Please don’t cry…” Your shaking dominant hand attempted to wipe the tears of the concubine and she pulled you into the bath hugging you close like a mother would her daughter.
Zana who was resting beside you slithered into the bath wrapping herself around your shaking wrist. “It must have been difficult for you.” Juliana held your face with affection glimmering in her eyes. “We’ll take care of you.”
Just as she said the concubines didn’t bother you and some of them actually talked to you from time to time. Their children didn’t share the same sentiment and their torment continued even worse than before. It has gotten to the point when they would only come to the palace to see you and humiliate you out of their mother’s supervision. Apparently the king only thought of you and he wanted to make you his. In other words he wanted you to pleasure him during the night and it made you shiver.
Now you were lost. You were depressed. You wanted it to be over. Two years passed since you’ve last seen your friends and family. Since you saw Izana. You made a dreadful mistake and you realized it only after the two of you were separated. You cared for him more than you originally thought.
You thought you saved his life because he deserved it, because it was unfair, because he should have been treated better. But now you realize you saved him because he had everything you wanted your partner to have. He was strong, he was brave and the most important thing was he didn’t look down on you because you were a woman. He knew you were the one who saved him and he knew you weren’t weak. He saw your wounds and he was mad on your behalf.
Those purple eyes still hunt your dreams even if you haven’t seen them in such a long time. Now you realize you loved him. No matter how little time you spent with him, it was him who you thought about at night and it was his lips on yours that made your heart beat its way out of your chest.
So when the king kissed your lips for the first time you wanted to push him away, bite him, make him regret for touching you the way you wanted to be touched by Izana’s hands. However you couldn’t do that. King Silva was a man that owned you and you couldn’t do a thing about it.
On the other side King Silva was obsessed with you. He cursed himself for not paying more attention to you at the start. If he did you would be ready by now. You would be ready to please him at night. You would be ready to fulfill his fantasies. You would be ready for him to fuck you while both of your bodies are surrounded by snakes.
Because of you he became a bad king. Because of you his country was going into ruin within a year. His first born son was furious with you. It was your fault his father went mad. It was your fault his father was dead. It was your entire fault.
“Damned bitch…” The crown prince glared at you as you stood at the palace gates.
You were surrounded by snakes which like a whole year back protected you from the soldiers and the king. As if they knew the king would force you to pleasure him.
Earlier in the night the king came to your bedroom with baskets filled with snakes. He scattered them all over the bedroom and he force you out of your clothes. He kissed you as you silently cried and begged him to stop. And just as he was going to penetrate you Zana and many other snakes bit him and poisoned him to death.
His naked body fell on top of you and you pushed him off you. You put on your clothes as quickly as possible and the snakes kept devouring the king. Your body was stained with blood and you were terrified.
As if the devil called him the crown prince saw you as you were about to leave the palace stopping you dead in your tracks.
“I… I didn’t do it.” You stuttered.
“Maybe not but your snakes did.”
“They belong to the king…” He interrupted you.
“Oh really…? Then why are they here protecting you?”
He wasn’t wrong many snakes surrounded you the most poisonous ones standing closer to the guards hissing and showing of their fangs. The men were stepping back in fear as well as the crown prince. No one wants to die by the poison after all. This and only this allowed you to escape into the jungle and away from that wrenched palace.
“Leave her be, she won’t survive a single hour in that jungle.” The crown prince spoke up as he glared in the direction you ran off to. “Not with the savages running around like madmen.”
He declared you dead. He said he killed you with his own hands when he found out you killed his father the king. And everyone knows that bad word travels fast. So the news of your death reached Taiju’s ears within the same night. He didn’t take kindly to that news.
“(Y/N) is dead.” He said to his father the king.
“And…?”
“Don’t you understand? Sem Coração is mocking us. They think that they can kill the first princess who we graciously offered to them as a concubine without any countermeasures. They think you are pathetic. They think that you are weak.” It didn’t take long for Taiju to manipulate his father. All of the Shiba siblings knew that he was pathetic king and how to manipulate him.
“Having more land is not bad I suppose. They have good mines with rare stone too. What do you think darling? Would you like some more rare jewels?” The king questioned the first concubine who was clinging to him like a whore she was.
“I hear their animals are quite unique too… I could use an exotic pet.” She giggled.
“Then it is settled. Taiju I think the time to prove yourself if finally upon us.” The king smirked at your younger brother who was filled with fury. You finally loved him and now you were gone.
When the word reached Shinichiro’s ears even the town beneath the Sano mansion could hear his screams filled with agony. The first princess, (Y/N) Shiba, the most precious friend he ever had was now dead and no longer there to make fun of him and protect him in her own special way.
And as Shinichiro Sano screamed for the third time all three of his siblings were in his office with fear painting their expression. He was appointed as the new archduke and he wasn’t ready to pretend to be fine after hearing of your death.
“What is it?!” Izana shook him back to the reality. “Shinichiro, breathe and tell us what’s wrong?”
No words left the lips of the eldest Sano. He just handed the letter he got from Taiju to Izana. Izana’s purple irises scanned the parchment in a hurry. “I regret to inform you that my sister (Y/N) Shiba is no longer with us and will be joining our mother in the afterlife.” He read out loud.
Emma let out a scream as she fell to her knees with tears streaming down her pale cheeks. “I will be preparing for a war to avenge her wasted life and I hope you will join me.” He continued.
Izana noticed the smeared ink on the parchment and wet spots all over it. Taiju Shiba the third prince and a candidate to be the next heir to the throne was crying while writing this letter. And you would never know how much your younger brother cherished you.
And now Izana was about to let salty tears fall. He missed you dreadfully. He was furious when the king announced you will be going away and he was ready to kill. His savior was no longer.
As your friends were getting the news of your death you were lying on the ground in the jungle. Exhaustion was washing over you and the snakes that followed you strangely stayed by your side. You assumed that the snakes would leave you by now but no. no matter whatever came close to you the snakes would scare it away.
You noticed human feet in the field of your blurry vision. Like at any other animal the snakes were hissing at the person standing in front of you. However this person stayed in their place not bothered by the poisonous reptiles.
“Senju! Come on already! Where are you?” You heard yelling from further away and you flinched.
“Over here!” The voice was much louder this time so you assumed it was coming from the person in front of you.
“What?” The voice from before was now closer and you heard the same person running in your direction.
“The snakes are protecting her…” You felt Zana rushing and raising from around your arm and hissing at the two people. “Whoa… is that the orchid python?”
“Stay back; they are the children of the ancient beast.”
“And extremely dangerous I know, I know…” there was a bored tone in the voice of the person in front of you. “Hey if you want to live, you have to tell your snakes to back off.”
Should you trust these people you had no idea. “Zana…” You spoke up quietly. The purple snake turned to you with a glint of worry in her eyes for which you assumed was your imagination. Snakes don’t feel affection. “You did good…” You petted the head of your purple companion as you lost consciousness and fell into the pits of darkness.
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The sun in your eyes was what woke you up and the first thing you saw was a pair of green irises staring at you. You sat up and before you knew it a familiar purple snake slithered onto your shoulders and nuzzled its head into your cheek.
“She didn’t leave your side even while my brother was carrying you.” The person with green eyes spoke up.
“She never really does.” You offered them a small smile. “Thank you for helping me.”
You noticed a hint of a blush on the persons face. And now that you were looking at them you noticed that they were a young girl about your youngest brother’s age. Her hair was pale pink color and her big eyelashes reminded you of Izana. “It’s no big deal.” She looked away to hide the blush.
“Is your brother here? I’d like to thank him too.” You offered her a kind smile.
She gave you a small nod. “Omi!!!” She raised her tone and within couple of seconds a man about Shinichiro’s age walked into small hut like house.
His black and blond hair was slicked back and he had a big scar starting at his forehead making its way all the way down to the beneath the corner of his lips. He had a cigarette in his mouth as well as bored expression painted on his face.
“Thank you.” You spoke up and he raised one of his eyebrows at you.
“If you are really grateful as much as you seem to be will you do anything we ask of you?” He questioned.
You let out a dry laugh. “That depends what is it that you need form me?”
“You’ll answer every question I ask you and you will go to the ancient beast.” He spoke up and was kicked in his side by the young woman beside him.
“You can’t ask her to do that. She’ll die.” Her green eyes glared in his direction.
“And? She was abandoned by the king himself what can she do?” He turned his attention back to you. “You are not from Sem Coração are you?” A hint of a smirk made its way onto his lips.
“No, I’m from Thymos. I was sent here to be a concubine for the king Silva and he didn’t abandon me, he was killed.” You explained.
“Was he now?”
“Yeah… Zana started it and the rest of the snakes finished him off.” You petted the snake with the palm of your hand.
“Under your command?” The man questioned.
You sighed. “I don’t command them…”
“But they follow your orders?”
You stayed quiet for a moment. “I don’t order them what to do…”
“Why are they protecting you then?”
“I don’t know.” You raised both your hands in the air in frustration. “I just walked into the greenhouse one day and Zana came to me. I didn’t do anything worthy for them to protect me.”
He stayed quiet until a smirk made its way onto his lips. “Come with me.”
You got out of the makeshift bed following an older male like a child. The night has fallen, presumably after you slept the whole day and the big moon seemed shinier than most of the nights you spent in the palace.
“Here is the shorter version. There is an ancient beast for every type of animal you can think of and those beasts hold immense power. I am talking destroying empires with a sneeze. In this jungle not far from here is a snake ancient beast and my theory is if regular snakes protect you there has to be a reason yeah?” He seemed excited.
“I suppose…”
He led you to the cave where he stopped in his tracks. “You have to go without me.” He spoke up and you nodded.
Trusting a complete stranger living in the jungle was stupid and you knew that. But then again, if he wanted you dead he would kill you by now wouldn’t he? Unless this ancient beast was tormenting his village and you were a sacrifice he had to deliver. He couldn’t take you by force since the snakes were protecting you but was there a point in explaining where he was bringing you.
As you entered the dark cave and walked for longer period of time you saw snakes swarming the place. When they noticed you the snakes rushed to you in terrifying speed but you stayed still and the snakes stopped barely touching you.
Zana stared at the snakes and you felt a sense of authority coming from your poisonous companion. “My, my… Who would think that a human child dared to enter my domain?” the voice you heard was somewhat soft and not affectionate in the slightest. It sounded wise if anything else.
When you looked to see where the voice was coming from you were met eye to eye with the abyss that was the eyes of the creature. The scaly skin was white as snow and it stood out amongst the many multicolored snakes.
“I have long passed the age of a child.” You spoke up. “Are you perhaps the ancient beast?” You questioned.
“Indeed I am.” The snake slithered closer to you, barely centimeters separating you. “And who do you think you are?”
“I’m no one really…”
“My child is found of you? So how could you possibly be no one? Unless you are looking down on creatures such as I?” As scary as the snake was it seemed wise.
You sighed. “I used to be a princess in the kingdom of Thymos but I was sold off to be a concubine…” You spoke up.
“And what is it that you want with me?”
“I…” You sigh once again. “I want to kill my father the king.”
The snakes’ pupils slightly widened. “And why do you want to end your father’s life?”
“He is a king that does not care about his people, and he only chases his own pleasure and… and…” You could feel your chest tightening.
The snake stared at you. “So even humans hurt their own.” She spoke. “Very well… Prove yourself and I will be one with you. No human shall harm you ever again.”
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NEED SOMETHING TO WRITE? I GOTCHU!!! What if, the reader actually was able to control Ranboo during his enderwalk and not Dream? And Dream really wants that, so he has to get on Readers good side..,maybe flirt a lil? PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO I CAN CHANGE IT UwU THANK YOU
I am in control|| Dream x reader.
Please do not publish my work/ content to different websites and platforms, I only post my work here on tumblr and wattpad.
A/n: This might be short but this is just a brief little thingy I wanted to write, again I deeply apologize for my long absence I just haven't been in the feels to write at the moment T-T.
Gender Neutral! Reader.
Dream wanted to take control of Ranboo is his enderstate, it would serve as keeping an eye on the server without attracting any suspicion and he could spy/ watch people from a different perspective and people would just continue on with their day because Nothing suspicious about a tall ender hybrid aimlessly walking here!
But unfortunately for Dream he couldn't take control of Ranboo and he didn't know why until he had found out that you were the one who had already taken control of Ranboo's enderstate.
So much for his plan..
Dream wasn't very acquainted with you and you probably hate his guts with what the people of the smp would say about him, he couldn't just walk up to you and go: "Hey, I heard you can take control of Ranboo in his enderwalk state, can you not do that? I really wanted to do that, Thank you!" Yeah no... that sounded ridiculous.
So Dream decided it would be best to be your 'friend' and get on your good side, and maybe you'd be a bit willing to do things for him and be of use for him since he's your 'friend'.
Dream had started to visit you randomly at your place, (Whether it be a whole on palace/castle or a house you built in a secluded area he will visit you no matter how far.) You didn't know what his true intentions were but you kept a heavy guard around him, besides you briefly talked to the man and you weren't that close you were naive for the plans he had set out for you.
Lately the visits became much more often and you often quite found yourself longing for his visits, maybe you had gotten attached to him or that you you were so lonely that you were desperate for anyone's attention even if they were some power hungry bastard.
Even if Dream decided to start hanging out with you was because he wanted to be on your good side but he could never stop the small smile that manages to make it's way up to his face, the flirty comments and words he says to you and the way he feels at ease when he hangs around you and away from the rest of the smp.
Dream always reminds himself that all of it would be worth it and he shouldn't let his feelings get to him, so he just takes a breath and looks up at his face before putting his mask back on.
He's only there to use you and your only going along with it because it seems that you're using him too to fill that loneliness in your heart.
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ACK I WANT TO WRITE MORE TO THIS BUT THAT'S ALL I HAVE BUT I MIGHT TURN THIS INTO A FIC MAYBE or MAYBE NOT.
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Hi owl, some headcannon about an AU where Luke is actually a slave on Tatooine?
I'm sorry but your dinluke headcannon are incredible
Hello!! Sure! I am so happy you enjoy these fun head-cannons!
So, we'll give Luke more angst in his life, shall we?
So, everything happens as normal up until Luke is around 10. Tatooine is horribly rough and pretty corrupt. So the Lars are in a very rough patch and can't make payments. So here come the collectors. Well, if the Lars can't pay them back they'll just take the blonde kid as compensation. They refuse, of course. Luke is free. He can't just be snatched up like that...only...Luke doesn't have anything to prove that. He has a slave's last name, he has no papers or chain code, there is nothing to say that he is the Lars' actual child (it's known he isn't but there is nothing to prove he's anything of there's) and it's a disaster. The Lars still fight back and they pay with their lives, Luke witnessing it all.
He is brought into town, traumatized, and auctioned off. Well, at this time Luke is just this small, lanky kid who does not look like he'll be worth much of anything so he is not going for much. Peli, who knew the Lars and this kid, finds she can't just let this happen and buys him for her shop. She's pretty jaded and rough, she yells a lot, and demands hard work...but Luke realizes pretty fast that she is a very good person (and it's likely she's not yelling on purpose, she probably has poor hearing from her work...or she has always just been a very, very loud individual) when he realizes he gets extra food from her plate (she complaining he's too small to be useful) and he has a bed with extra blankets for the cold nights, and she actually teaches him everything about engineering, ships, mechanics, and droids. Luke also has good friends with all of her droids so he's not too lonely and he picks up the work really fast and easy.
Issues start when he is about seventeen. People start to notice him. Yeah, he's still small but he has built up a good bulk of muscle and a lean form from his thirteen hour days of hard, mechanic labor. he is still dealing with what he witnessed and went through when he is a child but he has an honest, happy smile and clear eyes and a very friendly, warm personality. All those who have called him ugly and useless and wormie over the past years are starting to eat their words.
Peli is approached a few times a year over the next three years about purchasing him. The price is always astronomical, possibly 10xs more than what she paid for Luke originally. She always turns them down with a nasty tone of, "I've put nearly ten years into this kid! You want me to just take credits for 'im?! Come back to me when you have 20xs the money and a replacement who has 20-years of experience in doing this shitty work or the answer is no!" It always works.
And it keeps Luke safe.
it is around seventeen a new visitor begins to show up regularly. A bounty-hunter with worn armor but a pristine, silver mask. Luke is infatuated instantly. He has never had to see the man, nor the man see him, as he hides whenever he is around. But he always gets to work on his ship as he is out of the shop because he always says no droids. He learns a lot by keeping his head down and practically remaining invisible when the mysterious man is around. Luke learns he is a bounty-hunter who always gets his target (and, given this is Tatooine, a lot of targets come here), a man from a culture called Mandalorians, he is clearly terrifyingly strong (given how he'll sometimes drag his quarry into his ship on his shoulders or them trying to fight--he never seems to flinch), very built (luke can't help but notice it!), a dreamy voice, and is actually a decent man who pays Peli in full (sometimes extra) and rarely argues back unless he appears in to be a decent (or grouchy? it was hard to tell) mood and Peli was extra ornery. He clearly went on adventures and was well-versed in the galaxy and was intelligent and had wit and...Luke was just head over heels with a massive puppy-crush.
It's when Luke turns twenty that he realizes, oh yikes...is this a crush or am I actually in love with a guy who doesn't know I exist and i have never talked to? It is also the year where Jabba the Hutt becomes interested in Luke as well.
So, it finally happens. Luke is dragged out of Peli's shop by some of the Hutt's men, Peli unable to do anything but screech at them. They just toss over credits that are about 40xs what Luke was bought for, despite Peli saying this isn't going to work and that's her apprentice, etc. They still just take Luke away.
Now, I don't see Jabba has being necessarily sexually attracted to Luke (or maybe anyone for that matter) but he loves beautiful things and he loves the power beautiful things bring him. Having a slave as lovely as Luke at his side is something that would just give him that vibe he enjoys. So Luke is safe in that regards for now. But Luke is clearly wanted by the patrons of the palace and if Jabba has a bounty that he knows is impossible, he'll say they can have Luke if it is accomplished in a certain way (it never is). Luke is basically in the Leia garb (see @gabsketch for her version of Luke's slave outfit) and is stuck by this horrible beasts side, being gawked at and touched, and yanked around all the time.
A few months later the Mandalorian is back for a quarry and a repair for his ship when Peli practically tackles him, saying she'll pay 20,000 credits and repair his ship for free for five years if he can rescue her apprentice who was taken by the Hutt's without an agreement. Well, hello pay-day. Din knows it's not great to cross the Hutt, but if he indeed did not follow an agreement with Peli over this mysterious guy then she is in her right to demand him back. So off he goes to the palace.
He gets there and has a reputation so he is allowed in, ready to look all around for this poor kid with gold hair and sky-blue eyes who was probably cleaning up slop or hidden in the back with stolen droids to fix. He was really not expecting to see the man as a trophy for Jabba. Nor expected him to be this gorgeous. How had Peli hidden him all these years? Din never saw this man once. If he had, well, he for sure would be coming back to Tatooine a bit more often and leaving it with some very adult-level fantasies.
Luke is stunned to see the mysterious man there, really unsure what is going on but finds himself hopeful when he demands Luke to be returned. Jabba is all, "nah fam. I run this place. but tell you what...do this impossible task for me and you can have him. Go kill a Kryate dragon and bring me its pearls."
Din is all, "Yeah sure." And just goes and...does it.
He comes back with four pearls and meat and scales and other items to show it was dead and Jabba is all, "oh shit." He really does not want to let this pretty slave go...but if he followed his deal and Din returns, Jabba could for sure get bounties taken care of with him on his side. So, he hands Luke over saying, "welp, he's yours now, lucky SOB". And Din takes Luke.
Well...now Din doesn't really want to hand Luke back over. How was he supposed to? Still, he is honorable and brings him back to Peli but then makes a claim, "I'll be back for him. I own him now but you can borrow him." surprising them both. Well, he goes off and Luke stays on Tatooine until a man named Kenobi (maybe he was off world or couldn't interfere before Luke was sold but saw Peli was taking care of him and saw it was fine) finds him and yanks him off on an adventure where he saves the galaxy and Din finds a gremlin child and then they meet again. and Din is all, "Hey...you're still mine from all that happened a few years back soooooo...you're teaching my kid as you travel with me." and Luke, with a shrug is all, "Welp. There are worse fates than hanging out with the love of my life, so yeah, let's go for it."
It for sure can be darker, lol knowing me, but it playing with the original trilogy is fun too. So Luke lives happily with Din who still, technically, owns him from his deal with Jabba but they're both very, very in love space dads.
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When Dusk begins.
Part Two.
Warnings: none yet but there will be smut in upcoming chapters.
SERIES MASTERLIST.
“What just happened?!” You shouted over the loud wind that brushed harshly against your skin. The slight pricks against your cheeks; a hint of realisation hit you as you felt the warm unstable ground you were sinking into. “We’re in Egypt.” You whispered in disbelief. Your eyes widened and a swarm of panicked breaths swirled around you. “Ahkmen! Ahkmenrah!”
“I’m here!” He yelled. You turned to see him climbing over the sand to you. He grabbed your hand pulling you closer as if protecting you while he was surveying the area. You looked over his face, the way his jaw was clenched, his eyes were stern. You couldn’t help but smile thinking of the smiling teddy bear he was earlier.
“That’s my home.” He pointed to the large palace. Your breath caught in your throat. You were seeing an actual ancient Egyptian palace up close. Ahkmenrah pulled you along with the words ‘let’s go’.
“Wait. We can’t go there. We don’t even know if it’s safe. We don’t even know how we got here? How do we get back? What happens if we can’t get back?!” You started to panic; all the horrid thoughts spiralling in your head. Ahkmenrah frowned cupping your face with one hand.
“Listen to me. It’s going to be okay. No matter what happens, I will protect you.” You saw the truth in his words with the way his face shifted. He was serious. You took a deep breath and nodded, putting your trust in him.
Three days earlier...
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. You couldn’t think of one thing to say. Out of the amount of questions you had built up over the years. All the things you wanted to know; why didn’t you just ask something.....he was just so distracting.
“Y/N!” You blinked out of your daze. “Are you even listening to me?” Your friend smirked at your far away look.
“No,” you began sheepishly, “I’m sorry. I am now. Go on.” You smiled.
“As I was saying. He told me I was too mindless to be with him since he was looking for a serious relationship——-“
You loved your friend Alyssa. She was like the sister you never had. But no matter how many times you tried you couldn’t find it in yourself to be interested in her love life. It was huge. Her ‘love life’ stretched across the whole city. She complains about being dumped but you know for a fact that she doesn’t care, especially since she had a plethora of men left at her disposal.
“So yeah we’re not seeing each other anymore. Oh and I got a hot date this Saturday with a guy called Spence. He’s cool.” It caused you physical pain for you not to roll your eyes there and then.
“That’s great hun.” You thanked Larry more than ever when your phone went off with an ‘emergency’ halfway through Alyssa’s explicit story of last nights one night stand.
You got to the museum just before sun down. It looked so strange with nothing walking around. It felt so empty. Standing at the front desk you waited for Larry to show up. After a while you began to wander about, it was not long before you found yourself at Ahkmenrah’s exhibit. You walked inside really examining the place. It felt so much like home to you, so strange.
Your eyes laid upon the sarcophagus. Frowning at the thought that he must have been so lonely all those years stuck inside the box. Just as you placed your hand on the glass case, a glow shone brightly from behind you. The golden shine was magnificent, you watched the tablet come to life in awe.
A loud sound echoed through the walls of the exhibit as Ahkmenrah started to scream. You acted quickly, removing the glass top and pulling out the pins of the coffin. With a grunt you pushed off the lid. Ahkmenrah sat up pulling off the dusty bandages.
“Thank you Y/N.” You really weren’t used to him saying your name. No not yet.
“No problem.” Both of you smiled at one another. He dusted himself off and placed his crown on his head turning to you. You suddenly felt awkward, he noticed you shifting your shoulders uncomfortably.
“So Larry tells me you like Egypt.” He said making you laugh.
“You could say that. More like.. it’s my life.” You giggle sheepishly. His face brightened at your words, happy to find someone who shares the same enthusiasm about his life.
“Well I could tell you abo—“
“Y/N! AHK!” Your head snapped to Larry who was looking about frantically.
“What’s wrong?” You asked standing up, instantly feeling the warm presence behind you. Somewhere in your mind you had convinced yourself that because Ahk was basically dead, theoretically he would be a cold, with lifeless features. But his warmth and comforting tropical scent proved you wrong.
“The cavemen left the museum. I need you to use the tablet to bring them back!” He rushed out. Ahkmenrah nodded with urgency and grabbed the golden tablet out of the wall.
“I’ll go wait by the door.” Larry said before running off.
Your eyebrows raised in surprise at the golden glow that shone when Ahkmenrah pressed a few buttons on the tablet.
“That’s cool.” You grinned like a idiot not noticing the Egyptian King grinning at you, he couldn’t help but smile at the wonder in your eyes. He was so focused on you that his thumb slipped and pressed a button...
You screamed so loud you thought your lungs would burst. You fell into swirls of gold and fluorescent turquoise. With a thump you landed coughing. The unclear air made you uneasy....
You and Ahkmenrah made your way closer to the palace. It was so beautiful and grand. The light colour used made you feel hopeful that nothing bad was going to happen, or maybe that was Ahkmen’s hand in yours.
You stumbled over your feet as you saw guards with spears stationed at the entrances. They kneeled looking down the moment they saw Ahk.
“That means they can see us.” You whispered panicked. He rubbed his thumb gently over the back of your hand in a way of calming you. Pulling you passed them qucikly, practically running. He grabbed a piece of cloth from a pile that a woman was carrying, much to your confusion.
He pulled you into a room closing the big door behind both of you and shoving the cloth in your hands. “What’s this?” You frowned unfolding it to show a very light yellow almost white gown.
“They can see us. Which means they can see your modern day clothes. Until we can figure out what’s happening the best thing we can do is blend in.” He explained, you nodded agreeing. You looked at him waiting for him to turn around.
“Could you, yanno turn around?” You asked sheepishly. He chuckled with a look of understanding before turning to face the doors.
“Right. I forgot that nudeness is a big deal in your time.” He said making you unbelievably scoff at the thought of him being naked 24/7 in his time.
“Okay. I’m done.” Your fingers brushed over the beautiful soft gown. It felt so lushious. It went all the way down to the floor, swaying with the breeze. You looked up to see Ahkmenrah staring at your with an emotion you couldn’t quite decipher.
He stepped forward taking a piece of the material in between his thumb and forefinger. Your breathing increased at the look in his eyes. He tilted his head sideways shamelessly examining the skin on your neck and chest that was on display. He was so near now you could feel his hot breath tickling your nose. You were both inching closer unknowingly, it felt so good to be close to someone. It felt so so so nice.
“Ahkmen?” You both jumped, blinking quickly pulling away and turning to see a woman. She was gorgeous, dark dark hair with braids here and there. Beads of gold hung delicately on strands. A white gown covered her body, a shiny collar clung to her neck. A magenta sash tightened around her waist. Ahkmenrah’s hand squeezed yours tightly, moving his arm to pull you behind him and out of line of vision. Your eyes widened at his words.
“Mother?”
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garden of loneliness —
pairing: prince aerin x irileth nightbloom (f!elf mc)
synopsis: aerin and irileth remember each other in their dreams, both good and bad until they meet again.
word count: 2.7k
song: war of hearts — ruelle
author’s note: yeah, this has been in my drafts for months like around when blades ended. and it changed from the original version i made, so enjoy this new one and happy epilogue day. (also you should definitely listen to the song)
tags: @bladesappreciationweek @zadiechoi @eugenehartmann @diamondskys @beaumontbash @diserrano @jaxmatsuo
i.
Aerin was always a lonely child.
Such was the life of a second child. Years spent being left out of your parent’s expectations and being taught that you’d only be needed as the last option. For the longest time, there’s nothing but darkness and the fear that maybe that’s all there is to life. Darkness, deep and inviting like the warm embers of a dying fire. Mesmerizing, but you stand still at the thought of getting burned. And fear, for most, it feels like nothing but a cold and lonely bed for your entire life. Like chills down your spine and nails down a chalkboard.
However, that's not how it was for him. No, Aerin knew what his darkness was. He had spent years nurturing it like a mother would a child, he cared for it, loved it even. The cold abyss that pulsed where his heart should. His heart was a different shape than most.
It was the imposing figure of his brother’s shadow and the heavyweight upon his head called the second prince’s crown. He knew this was this life, it’s what he was born into. Forever forced to play his role as the meek younger brother with a smile on his face. The spare prince. He could never be more than that, it’s what he was made to believe.
So he played his role with care. A smile here and there, until the shadows came along. Shadows wrapped in velvet cloaks and wore masks of sinister smiles. Made of something like a dream come true created back when he still had dreams to spare. A Duke of the shadows granted him everything he could ever want - his own kingdom, a place he could finally belong. It awaited him beyond the realm, but to get there he needed to collect the keys.
He turned into a Grim Reaper of souls, ambition, and body. His reverse Midas touch, where everything he touched turned to the darkness. The hands that once wiped his tears stole lost souls and bid them into his desires. Which led him here, deep beneath the halls of a palace he grew up in. All the time he could see his father reigning proceedings of judgment over betrayers and criminals false though his mind, he wonders if his new cell had belonged to one of them.
Often he finds his mind wandering like this, thoughts desperate to keep out of loneliness that crept in as reminders of his youth. On good days, his dreams take him back into the shadows. He dreams of a gilded throne, the blackened shadows of lost souls wander the palace as his subjects that live under the rule of his hand.
On bad days, he dreams of her. The parting kiss before his world, his lies would come crumbling down around them. She stood tall in his dreams, not faltering like the broken girl he had left behind. His words from that night echoed in his mind, “Until the stars align for us again…”.
She was the light. The single candle in the darkness, standing tall even in a broken house, the damaged windows blowing harsh air inside. Still never faltering, never bowing out. He took comfort in the fact she was out there, in the fact that her life had meaning. It brought him a sense of peace he never had before. The kind of peace that comes with love.
She was as beautiful as the flowers, in the garden he had grown up around. She stole the spotlight from the moon and held its light in her smile. She was everything he could ever want and more.
But not really, no. He knew the truth of what he wanted - what he was. The monster within, the one that seemed to tamed just from the flicker of her smile. He knew it would destroy her.
He would destroy her.
ii.
Irileth was always a loving child.
It started with her parents, a love so deep for someone she had never known. Grief buried deep in her chest that acted like poisonous fertilizer to the flowers that had grown in her heart. It was a garden she had kept locked for most of her life despite her never-ending desire to be loved.
Which led to a young boy, the prince built from broken dreams to her door. His presence holding the key to what seemed like her salvation, a place to lay down all this love she’d been holding within herself. He was the empty chalice just begging to be overflowing with devotion, the only kind of devotion she couldn’t seem to give up.
Yet, she couldn’t stop thinking that it was real. Even a fraction of what he’d said, false charm hidden behind a stone in his chest. It had to be real. She thought back on his words, sickeningly sweet like raw syrup. She’d lapped up every word that dripped from his mouth like a dog, ravenous for something she’d never had. Love. The hungry, orphaned girl begging to be loved by the boy with everything. She took table scraps of his devotion and tokens of his affection all laced with dark deceit.
Still, there’s love there. Mixed into his secrets and lies, not everything could be lost to the shadows and she’d go to war if she had to just to prove it. But, still, she’s holding onto hope that if she finds the right words she can save him. She could have saved him.
The memories find her in the dark, all of her nightmares trace back to him. The shadows singing in the air, something dark and twisted as if it was a melody to grant false serenity. There was no serenity in her dreams, nothing but shadows threatening to chase her from the dark places they’d hidden as they waited to strike. There was no serenity, but there was love. Love deep within her, it gripped her and told her heart that it was here to stay.
Her words bounce around in her head, “Aerin, all I want is to be with you.”.
And when she wakes tears are threatening to spill from her eyes, and she lets in a deep breath. It was the truest thing she’d ever meant because even this way he still looked like the boy she loved. But she needed to save him, save him from himself - or from the world who would never accept him like this.
She took a timid step forward and he didn't do anything, but his eyes locked hard onto hers. His face is stoic as if he didn’t want to let any emotions show. The look of fear that filled her face when she first saw him like this - as a monster, it was stuck in his head. This wasn’t new. He always was a monster. Sickly grey, black veins stretching out as if to carve his skin into marble. Marble - what a perfect thing, easily carved into a sculpture. Something to turn into art, which is how she saw him even like this.
“You’d still have me? Even as I am?” His voice whispers in her dreams.
Every night, she watches as he’s dragged away to the dungeons below and wonders if she would ever see him again. His face was twisted with rage, as he pulled him away still when his eyes locked on hers, she could see the pain. His heartbreak.
In her daydreams. she sees him again. Hands touching his, her fingertips black to the touch as their skins touch. Her warm skin turning cold as a curse washes over her like waves on the shore, her skin the color as asphalt and veins like cracks in the pavement that hold a dark secret only she could home.
She could have him. Sickly grey, broken, and bruised but all her’s. The spare prince that no one had wanted, the lost girl that no one had found could build a kingdom to tear the world to shreds. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to dive into the darkness that lived within him. Not yet.
And she left wondering, how do you let go of a love you were never able to experience? Maybe they were meant to be, maybe not in this life but the next. Because time is still passing by and she still thinks about him each time she looks up at the sky. It’s like she’s waiting to see him in the stars, where he’s more than just a memory in her heart and he’s right there in every passing face.
There’s no shadow that could ever replace him.
iii.
The dungeon was always a lonely place.
The shadows sang in the air, something dark and twisted as if it was a melody to grant false serenity. There was no serenity down here, nothing but shadows threatening to chase her from the dark places they’d hidden as they waited to strike. There was no serenity, but there was love. Love deep within her, it gripped her and told her heart that it was here to stay. To stay for him.
So her feet carry her in, being here in person was nothing like her dreams. She hadn’t needed to ask where he was before going in. She’s told the poor king she needed closure. A small smile tugged at his lips when he heard this, he understood the feeling well.
She can hear his footsteps before she even rounds the corner, he’s pacing around like if he does it enough the endless time he spends trapped down her might cease to exist. But that wasn’t entirely the case, no, it was true he was much like a shark. Circling around its prey, constantly on the move because it didn’t know how to rest. The inevitable truth that slowing down, the resting, meant death.
“So you’ve finally come to see me?”
His voice breaks through her thoughts, his eyes zoned on her like a hawk and even in the dark she could still see the dark brown glow in them of the boy that she loves.
“Why?”
“Because I care about you.” It’s spoken like a fact, but only one of them knows it to be true. The heavy chains around his wrists remind him that what she says might not be entirely true. At least not to him.
“Still?”
“Yes.” She swallows hard, he watches the motion slowly. Watching for any signs of deception, he knew her well enough to see the sadness behind her eyes that seemed to grow deeper with every step she took near him. “You were - You are the only thing I wanted.”
“No,” He shakes his head. “No. Not me.” His hands shake, downplayed rage paints his face. “I have always been this way. This dark, grey creature in the hollowed-out shell of a prince who never was.”
He was right. Whoever he was then, whoever he was pretending to be. That wasn’t him, not entirely. He’d always been dark. Always been corrupt, he loved the darkness so much you’d think his soul had been grown there.
“You may not have loved who I truly was, but you loved me.”
He speaks gently, words so compassionate you could almost forget they’d fallen out of the mouth from the same boy who’s betrayed her.
“There’s a darkness in you.” Tender are the words that come from a boy who’s never known love, the boy who fought tooth and nail against the only one who had ever loved him. Loves him. “I don’t know how it got there, but I can feel it. You can set it free.”
If he was a fortress, then she was a glasshouse. So easy to look inside, to peer through a window, and know exactly what lies inside. He could practically see the way her heart beats for him, but he could also see how it hurts.
Because while he looks on the inside, she’s focused on the view. Brown curls stuck to his forehead that her hands ache to push back, skin the color of ash that washes away the memory of his once rosy-toned cheeks.
“Aerin, I am not like you.”
“You never were a good liar, Irileth.”
Their names slip from each other’s mouths like they’ve been holding in months, gliding off their tongues in such a charming tone they nearly missed the way they had flinched once one said it. The sting of betrayal spelled out both their names in one another’s mind. So she holds her tongue, knowing he’d never believe what she’d have to say to defend herself.
“I did not come all this way just to lose, but I won’t lose you either.”
“Haven’t you already?”
The sound of shackles breaks the reprieve built around them, the air grows stale as it’s ripped from her lungs. Aerin lifts his hands slow, wrapping the bars that separated the two like a cavern.
“Didn’t you lose me when you helped haul me into here?”
Shadows seemed to seep around her like the branching of a weeping willow, hiding her shame.
“I had no choice.”
“There’s always a choice, you chose this.”
“That is not fair. You chose this, over me.” Tears prick at the corner of her eyes, an unfortunate thing about her. The way her emotions threatened to spill over the floor and drown them both. “You did. This darkness.”
The gesture is vague but her arms swing wide, another sign of the difference between them. She was free to move as she pleased.
“It doesn’t have to be this way.”
“It does. I cannot change.”
“I'm not asking you to.” She knew he couldn’t, there was no longer a good bone in his body. There was never a place for one.
“I cannot pretend like this darkness doesn’t live in you, and I also cannot pretend as if I can save you. There is no saving what was never lost.” He’d belong to the shadows since the day he’d arrived on their Earth.
“But I will not be without you.”
Her hand slips between the bars. A tap, tap of a metal key — once, then twice against a bar. She slips through the heavy door that had been keeping them apart, the final step that leads her to jump into the deep end.
“I will have a home beside you. In the shadows.”
Shackles slip-free, falling heavily against the floor. And all at once, he’s on her. Lips on lips, shuddering close against his skin, and eyes pressed shut just hard enough to try to remember what this had felt like before. When his skin was warm, gentle hands touched her cheek beside a moonlit river.
Violent darkness creeping in on every corner, the shadows whisper sweet desires of a glorious promise land and the wind blows down her back like nails on a chalkboard.
That’s all there is at first, not the lack of light beside her lids but enveloping her through his kiss. Fear is freezing rain dripping down her back and drops shivers down her spine that he soothes away with a caress. Shadows flood her veins and her blood no longer flows crimson, inky dark lines dance down her skin like that of a predator. She is born again, born anew, his devilish grin traces over every onyx vein, scraping across her skin like branches on a tree. Shadows whipped and wrapped around them, holding them close and holding them together. A king with his queen.
There is a garden in their kingdom, there’s a single weeping willow tree with breaking branches that snap like bones in the night and it’s filled with thorns spread through the field threatening to prick anything that comes near. But under the tree there’s a single flower, it’s pale under the moonlight you could also miss the pink glimmer on it that matches Irileth’s skin.
When the moon is full they take a stroll, thorns let them pass and the branches part as if it’s offering a welcoming hug back home. The King and Queen of Shadows stroll through whispering cries of poor, lost souls and listen to the haunting melodies creep into their bones under the touch of one another’s embrace.
They aren’t lonely anymore.
#aerin valleros#prince aerin#blades of light and shadow#bolas#blades#bladesaw#aerin x mc#playchoices#mine: writing
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Moment | Jafar
"It all began with a lamp and a fantasy..."
The Arabian palace was humungous. It could take atleast 200 guests to stay in. The architecture was out of this world; one of a kind. The food was magnificent. The chefs worked day and night and could make anything you wanted them to at any time. The soldiers were the best of the best. They could stop anyone who tried to come in and intrude. Except for Aladdin, he was the smartest streetrat ever.
After the hoodlum created himself a fiasco by taking the magic lamp and turning himself into a prince to lure Jasmine, Jafar had to do some things that people wouldn't be proud of. Things like taking the lamp and locking Jasmine and her father away. And hypnosising the entire palace staff to do whatever he says. And make a wish turning him into the most powerful man on earth at large.
Jafar had the extravagant palace all to himself. No queen by his side or anyone to talk to. Here he was thinking about his next move. He was tired of being second best.
"I'm the king of the world and yet I'm still bored," Jafar admits to himself.
Ever since he became the most powerful man on earth it's been lonely at the top. He has no one to speak to but his parrot and the genie. Not even the servants and staff he orders around because they're trapped in the sunken place. Jafar had some pleasure with Jasmine and multiple other women but nothing excited him the way that he wanted.
He had all of the money, sex, and power that he could ever wish for.
Jafar wanted someone who could read his mind inside and out. Someone who could help him take away all of his pain and let out all of his emotions into.
"You can always use another wish to fulfill your fantasies, " the blue mystical giant says.
"What should I do?" Jafar asks knowing the genie's rules.
"I can't tell you want to do. How about you make a wish. You know the words to say."
Genie wouldn't say it out loud with Jafar being his master but he missed Aladdin. He never had a friend like him. Yes, he wanted to become a prince but it was because of his love for Jasmine. He wasn't like the other master's that he had. Jafar was the worst one yet. So typical at that.
The Genie has three rules: he cannot kill anyone, he cannot make people fall in love with each other, and he cannot revive the dead.
The unwritten and unsaid rule was making your wish as specific as possible. You can only have three wishes and you don't want to waste it.
Jafar grabbed the golden lamp putting his palm against it back and forth.
"I want a melanin goddess that can give me an experience of a lifetime wear it'll be a moment but feel like eternity." He continued to rub the lamp as he thought. "Something that no one else has ever experience."
He finally let go of the magical lamp then the magic began to happen.
"Yes, master. Your wish is my command." The God-like blue Genie then folded his shackled arms creating this magical brown storm with beautiful golden specks. The wind damn near blew everything away. It was so strong and powerful.
Jafar got excited to see what would happen next. He held on the the edge of his throne as he watched his wish manifest slowly.
There were colors and different hues of browns and reds swishing around in a tornado along with sparkles. Then it ceased out of nowhere. The Genie was back in the lonely lamp where he belonged. The sidekick parrot of his flew off somewhere.
"My name is Victoria and I am here for fulfill all of your fantasies," the goddess says before him.
"She's perfect, " Jafar says in awe of her. "Gorgeous brown skin, amazing body, and that sweet sultry tone." He smirks as he gets up from his throne.
He admires her in the brown lingerie accessoried with gold jewels.
"I got a feeling that you brought me to you.." she smirked at him as she walks up the stairs to the throne. They were now inches apart from eachother.
Jafar licked his lips as he gazed into her deep brown eyes that started to turn gold. She then kissed his lips caressing his beard as he felt on her body. The world they were now in began to change into this abstract gold and red one.
His fantasy was now coming to life. The goddess was very much real. He could touch her, feel her, and he felt even more powerful.
"I wanna get inside of you," Jafar says in a lustful tone as his hands wander her body.
"You do?" The goddess says in a low sweet voice teasing him.
"I do," Jafar whispers tugging her body to his shirtless body. The goddess felt on his built physique admiring his toned muscles.
"This is your moment," she whispers back to him.
Before he knew it he was in this beautiful bedroom with brown silk sheets and golden decor.
Jafar was laid down in the bed in awe of the melanin goddess with his brown skin glistening. His abs flexed as he breathed in nervousness. There were just enough chest hairs on his body.
She then crawled her way onto the bed teasingly slow. He watched her in excitement biting his bottom lip.
"Tell me how bad you want me," Victoria says as she sits on his lap with her hands trailing his physique. He liked how her nails we done in brown and gold. Everything about her was sexy.
"I want you so bad," Jafar breathes out trailing his hand up and down her body once again.
He looked into her deep brown eyes once again watching them turn golden before she kissed him.
The room was turning into red sand. The walls were dropping right before them. There was nothing left instead of the bed.
Jafar kissed on the Victoria's neck inhaling her shea butter sent as he unveiled her robe. He hugged her body closed to his worship her like the goddess she was. He was feigning for her badly. He didn't want this to end.
His lips trailed down her cleavage as he unclipped her bra. Jafar felt a satisfaction in hearing her moan from his teasing pecks. He continued to worship her body by massaging the fall of her back.
Jafar was desperately in love with her. If he didn't want to save his last wish for something else, he would make Victoria his wife. But that's the price that he has to pay.
It's like Victoria's body was calling his name. It was saying 'I want you inside me' the more and more they went further.
The goddess stuck her tongue down his throat pinning Jafar's arms against the bed.
Usually in bed, Jafar would be the alpha but this was different. Victoria then rose up ready to ride his magic carpet. With her hands trailing down his upper body, she rose up with a smirk. Jafar so was in love that he didn't notice that she was in cuffs.
"Victoria..." Jafar moaned out softly.
The goddess thrusted her body onto his satisfying him. Jafar let out a grunt in amusement. He let himself become mesmerized by her. He let the golden specks on her eyes and the soft cries on her voice take all control of her.
Jafar loved how she let out moans as she took him in.
"Pussy so good..." he moaned out.
The goddess let out her last moan yelling his name to the fullest. She fucked his so good that he could cry Jafar hit his climax letting out his last husky grunt.
"I'm gonna—I'm gonna cum..." he breathed as he nutted in her.
Victoria then gave him one last kiss grabbing his soft beard with her hand then letting go. She smirked sliding out of him and put the rest of her lingerie on.
She then walked away leaving Jafar in the cuffs as the bed disappeared.
"Hey, where are you going?" He asked her. Victoria turned back around and smirked at him charmingly. "And why am I in cuffs?" He added.
Victoria laughed silently to herself. "Moments over." She said before strutting away in the red sand as Jafar sank deeply in it.
"Wait..." he cried out. "We can't be done yet." He fell deeper and deeper into the dark whole.
Before Jafar knew it, he was back in his lonely Palace. He already began to miss the melanin goddess.
The Genie laughed to himself in his tiny living space.
"He didn't day what kind of goddess. Gotta be more specific than that!" He cracked up.
Victoria was a jaguar melanin goddess. One that kept many men sinking into the floor after she was done with them leaving them wanting more. It was her specialty.
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Congrats on the 1+k followers! I've only recently found you but I enjoy your opinions and the way you write <3
I was wondering if, for the prompt fic ideas, you would be interested in writing Sylvie and Loki exchanging magic lessons in an enchantment for enchantment kind of way.
I imagine them bickering each other with "Pff... That is too easy." and "Come on, that didn't take me so long to learn...", but they would also encourage with some "I know you can do it!". (oh god, now I picture them teaming in some prank against Thor... xD)
Thank you so much, @enabi-seira. Sorry this is a few days late, but it took me awhile to get going. Also my intention was to have something kinda cute and snarky but it ... didn't really end up that way, bc of who I am as a person. I hope you enjoy, regardless.
Summary: Sylvie gives Loki a lesson in enchantment
Word Count: 2340
Author's notes: More or less inspired by the blanket scene, but with less awkward and more soul-bearing, bc well, why not.
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It wasn’t until she let him into her mind that Loki saw himself in Sylvie.
At first, he thought it hadn’t worked, because all he felt was nothing. There was no sound, no air. But when he opened his eyes he found himself in what, at first glance, was Idunn’s orchard on Asgard. He stood at the center of the orchard, underneath the shade of one of the largest trees. In the distance, he could clearly see the golden spires of Valaskjalf and, looking up, Loki felt a twist of homesickness so strong it nearly knocked him off of his feet.
It took him a moment to get ahold of himself and, when he did and began to take a closer look, he realized that he wasn’t on Asgard at all. The orchard did not have enough trees and no golden apples swung from their branches. Valaskjalf’s spires did not glint in the sun; the gold was instead dull and flat. Everything, in fact, was much too dull and flat.
A chill broke out across Loki’s skin because while he was not on Asgard, he did know this place. He’d built it himself, had begun planting the trees and laying the foundations of deadened grass and dirt when he was still just a child. It was his in-between space, the pocket between dimensions into which he retreated when everything else was simply too much.
“How do you know this place?” he asked. His voice, rough with confusion, seemed far too loud with nothing to anchor it. “It’s mine.”
“It’s ours,” Sylvie corrected. Her voice came from somewhere to his left; Loki turned and saw her approaching, dressed not in the black and green attire he’d grown so familiar with but in a deep purple gown traditional of Asgardian formalwear. Her hair was longer, the top done up somewhat elaborately in several slim braids.
“I thought your enchantment would bring me to a memory,” he said.
“What makes you think this isn’t a memory?”
Loki opened his mouth and then closed it again, choosing instead to merely gesture at the void surrounding them. “Because this place isn’t real. I created it. As an -”
“An escape,” she finished for him. She’d been looking out over the orchard but now she turned her gaze on him, something sad and knowing behind her green eyes. She nodded. “So did I. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t real. It’s as real as you and I are, and I remember it.”
Goosebumps tickled his arms and the back of his neck. Loki looked away, turning in a half circle as he took in the sight of what he used to simply call the gray place, a place he’d thought had been lost; he’d not thought of it in years, could no longer remember quite where it was. The grey place had all but collapsed into the recesses of his mind, along with countless other memories he’d collected and subsequently lost along the way.
Loki looked up at the tree that still shaded them from the sun, although the sun itself was not very bright, nor warm. Everything was so still. Absently, Loki reached out and swiped his fingers along one of the lower branches. “No apples,” he said.
“Nothing grows here.”
“The space grows,” he countered. He plucked a few leaves from the branch and curled his fingers around them. “Grew. Each time I came here, it seemed bigger. It stopped being Asgard and grew into somewhere else.”
“It didn’t really, though, did it,” she said. She walked around him, circling the tree trunk. “Get bigger. It was only that we got lonelier.”
Loki looked at her sharply, but found he couldn’t refute her words. “You were much lonelier than I,” he said instead.
She shot him one of her Sylvie looks, her expression both indignant at what she perceived as a slight, and annoyed at his being right. She disliked when he figured things out about her, but he’d seen that expression more and more as the days passed, which meant that he was getting closer to her core.
Either that, or he was just annoying her more frequently.
“What makes you think so?” she challenged.
He gestured vaguely at the space around them. “Yours is farther along than mine was.” Now that he was getting used to this - both being inside of her head, and grounded firmly in the gray place - he could see the differences. There were more pathways in the orchard, fuller tree branches. In the distance, past the palace, he could make out the beginnings of a rainbow bridge. All things Loki had thought of bringing to the gray place, but adolescence grew into adulthood and Loki created new hiding places, buried deeper in the spaces between worlds.
Sylvie’s gray place felt like a place that had been visited often. Perhaps she even still visited, escaping through dimensions as easily as she slipped through apocalypses.
Her features looked pinched as she dug her fingers into the trunk’s bark, pulling at a loose layer. “When did you build yours?” she asked, instead of answering directly. “Start building it, I mean.”
Loki shrugged, leaning against the trunk. “I don’t know. I was young.”
“Tell me,” she pressed.
He glanced over at her and, despite himself, smirked. “Are we exploring your mind, or mine?”
Sylvie arched an eyebrow and then her features relaxed. “Beats me,” she admitted. “Seems they’re one and the same, doesn’t it?”
Loki’s nod was slow, thoughtful. He looked up, toward the endless gray sky. “I remember having nightmares as a child,” he said, and wasn’t sure if he was answering her question, or simply speaking in order to fill the silence. Her presence seemed to have that effect on him, regardless of whether they were together in the world or together in her (their?) mind.
“It was always cold in those dreams,” he went on. “Bitter, the kind of cold that gets under your skin. It was cold and it was dark, and there were never any monsters or dragons or - not the kinds of things children tend to have nightmares about. For me, it was that there was nothing. Just myself, and the cold, and the dark, and this intimate knowing that no matter what I did or how loudly I screamed, no one would ever hear me.”
She’d circled around the trunk again as he spoke, and now she leaned against it next to him, sliding down until she was settled on the grass at the base. “I don’t think I had nightmares, not like yours,” she said, “but I always had the sense of being wrong, somehow. When my parents told me the truth about what I was, and where I’d come from, I thought it would make the wrongness stop.”
“But it didn’t,” Loki guessed as he sat down on the ground beside her.
She looked over at him, meeting his gaze directly before she shook her head. “It’s in me still. At least now I know why.”
Loki didn’t say anything. They were sitting close enough together that he’d only have to lean in a bit and their shoulders would be touching, but Loki let the observation go without acting on it. Instead, he pulled at a few blades of grass, gaze settling out toward the far end of the orchard which, were this the real Asgard, would have led directly into Frigga’s gardens.
Instead of lingering on that thought, Loki turned his attention to the enchantment itself. It was very strange, the method she’d learned. Their bodies - their real bodies - were out there in the physical world, holding hands to establish the physical connection they’d needed for the enchantment to work, but they were also in here, and he could feel the ground beneath him and the the tree bark digging into his spine and the solidity of the space she took up beside him. He would have assumed that sliding into someone else’s mind would feel like a dream or a vision - not quite real.
“That’s when I began creating this place,” he said, realizing that he’d started telling her about his nightmares for a reason. “To escape after the dreams.” He’d chosen the warmest, safest place he knew then, which was the orchard, and he’d begun creating his duplicate.
“I don’t even really know where it was,” he admitted, with a short laugh. “All I had to do was think of it and, suddenly, I’d be there.”
It had started with the nightmares, but somewhere along the way it had become much more than that. Loki could remember disappearing into the gray place after arguments, or when he was frustrated and felt lost, or even just when all of the things inside of him - the dark things he’d never been able to firmly identify - became far too much and he felt like he would explode from the sheer force of them pressing against his skin from the inside, seeking a way out.
In Sylvie’s mind, all of the details were exact and clear, just as he remembered and more. Loki felt something hollow and cold in his core as it sank in - really sank in - that he and Sylvie were variants of the same person. The same soul, with the same dark things inside. What’s me is you, and what’s you is me.
The full weight of the realization should not have made him feel so lonely, but it did. For the first time since he’d met her, looking at Sylvie felt like looking in the mirror, the way one did when he was examining himself from every angle, identifying and hating every flaw he discovered.
“I know that look,” she said, and Loki blinked. He’d been staring at her, he realized, and felt his cheeks warm. “It’s hitting you, isn’t it? How we’re the same.”
Loki nodded. “It’s this place. I was remembering why I made it, and what drove me to disappear here. It must have been the same for you.”
“Let’s see.” Sylvie drew her knees up a little, adjusting her skirts so that they wouldn’t drag against the grass. “The wrongness of existing. Falling short, no matter how hard I tried. Always found wanting, compared to my brother. And, yes, loneliness.”
“Thor,” Loki said. His voice sounded so flat, even to his own ears, that Sylvie shot him a strange glance. He tugged at a few more blades of grass, pressing his lips together. He’d never asked her about her Thor, because he didn’t want to talk about his - the one who had ceased to exist when the TVA first arrested Loki in the desert and erased his reality, along with everyone he’d ever known and loved. Versions of them existed, of course - the ones who walked the sacred timeline, exactly where they were supposed to be, but those versions belonged to another Loki - a far away Loki.
He had his reasons for not bringing up Thor, but he didn’t know why Sylvie, likewise, had kept her Thor to herself. “Tell me about him,” he heard himself say, dropping the blades of grass from his hand. “Your Thor.”
“I don’t remember much of him, either,” Sylvie admitted. “More blips, like my parents. He’s more of a feeling than anything else - a presence. He took care of me; he pushed me to be better. I could never measure up to him, but I remember he wasn’t the one who was comparing. He loved me.”
“Yes.” Loki was hardly aware of speaking until he heard his own voice. “Mine, too.”
They exchanged a long look, and then Sylvie cleared her throat and turned her attention to the grass. “Could do with a bit more green,” she remarked. “It’s awfully dull, isn’t it?”
“I could -”
But she was already pressing her fingers into the dirt and, as Loki watched, the blades began to darken and bloom as lush grass sprouted outward, rolling from the palm of Sylvie’s hand to stretch in every direction until all of the dead grass had been made new again. Only then did Sylvie pull her hand back.
“Not bad, right?”
“Not bad,” he agreed. “Still feels very plain, though. I’d have added a little shading, a little variety. Perhaps a few more shrubs or rose bushes.”
“I’m not stopping you.”
The corners of Loki’s mouth tilted upward. He extended a closed fist, focusing, and then spread open his hand to reveal a tangled ball of colorful magic, blues and greens and yellows and reds all flickering and shimmering. Wordlessly, Loki tossed the ball; it landed several feet away and dissolved into tiny, colorful flowers, which spread swiftly over the grass.
Loki glanced at Sylvie, quickly enough that he caught the awe on her features before she realized he was looking; immediately, boredom swept over her face. She lifted one shoulder, carelessly. “Where are the rose bushes?”
“You are impossible,” Loki informed her.
“So you keep telling me. Come on.” She pushed herself to her feet and extended a hand, which Loki took without pause. “Lesson’s over for today.”
A split-second later, the gray place was gone entirely; once again, there was air to breathe and tiny sounds in the distance. Loki’s head throbbed; he opened his eyes and let go of Sylvie’s hand in order to press his against his temples. “Ow.”
“Yeah, return trip’s a little rough until you get used to it.” Slyvie - once again looking like Sylvie, draped in green and black - leaned back, watching with some amusement while Loki squeezed his eyes shut, rubbed his temples, and tried not to throw up. “Maybe next time we’ll journey into your mind. Probably’ll pack less of a punch for you.”
“I can handle pain,” Loki countered, finally letting go of his head. “My mind is off-limits. We’ve been over this.”
“For now,” Sylvie agreed.
“For always.” Loki arched his eyebrow at her. “Now. What lesson shall we tackle next?”
#various disclaimers: i'm basing my interpretation on how enchantment works on sylvie and c-20's scene#where there were clearly existing in *a place* together from c-20's memories#no idea if i've gotten the whole of it right or not but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#also be gentle i'm rusty re: writing quality#charlotte writes#follower celebration prompt series#loki+sylvie(bffs)#loki pokey artichokey#loki fic#loki series spoilers#loki spoilers#loki tv series spoilers
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☆ ko-fi request: sci-fi inspired!au
intergalactic thief! johnny suh x very confused astronaut! you
when you wake up on what marks the one hundredth day you’ve spent in space mapping out the asteroids that surround the small new planet scientists sent you out to investigate
you don’t expect to hear a knock on your spaceship
for one, you don’t expect it because you are literally in space.
how can something - or someone - just knock on your spaceship
but also, you’re groggy and tired
and so somehow your better judgement goes out the window and you peek to see what is making that sound
your suspicion is some kind of space rubble
but all you see is ............ a person?!?!
you rub your eyes to make sure you aren’t dreaming
this is a solitary mission, no other space shuttles or stations are anywhere in this vicinity
at least not to you - or nasa’s knowledge
and also
this person...........isn’t wearing an astronauts suit...........they’re just..........floating
you hear the knock again and then watch as the figure floats over from the side panel of your ship to the window where you are standing and smiles
it’s definitely a man
a handsome man
but how in the world is he alive without any oxygen
he points to your side panel, then makes some kind of weird signals with his hands, and you shake your head
you touch the patch on your pajamas, the nasa patch with your name and station number and he seems to snap his fingers
from the belt around his waist he unsnaps a small foldable black device which projects a hologram up and in front of him
the blue text starts
ah you’re from earth?
my name is johnny. my ship was destroyed. i was wondering if i could get some supplies from you?
you blink and shake your head
no, if there’s one thing space school didn’t teach you but the movies did, it’s that you don’t let unidentifiable.....persons?.....on your ship when you’re alone in the middle of the galaxy
he seems to heave a sign and the text pops up again
im not interesting in any of your human research. i just need something to eat.
also, if you haven’t guess i have human features so
some oxygen would be nice too
you swallow - if what he’s projecting is true it’d be against your human ethics to not let him inside
he doesn’t look like he needs oxygen now, but maybe he’s wearing some kind of depletable device?
you sweat it out for a second, but you can’t have someones life on your hands - that would make this already lonely expression - much much worse
so you put up your hand - as if to tell him to wait
you look at your controls and open the small hatch on the side panel that can catch pieces of asteroids or other matter for you to collect and then deliver it to you without you having to actually step out of the space ship
johnny gets the idea and somehow squeezes himself in
and in a moment he’s being spit out onto the floor of your spaceship
and you are frozen in shock because, despite what he might have said about needing oxygen
you don’t see a tank or anything like that
which means he has to be
“im not an alien. well im not a full alien.”
he gets up on his feet and dusts himself off
you blink and cant help but get embarrassed, but as a scientist you have to know
“then how can you survive out there with no suit?”
johnny taps the side of his neck, you step back when you see two gill like pores open
“that’s the half alien part in me, i guess you people on earth know that some fish need oxygen right but can still swim under water? that’s what im like. except - with space.”
you blink
“can i have a sample of your dna?”
johnny puts a hand over his heat
“what a rude thing to ask! we just met!”
“i just think it’d be a fair exchange,.....i did let you on my government funded space ship.”
“government funded?”
you shake your head, and tell him it’s not important, but then you realize that on that belt of his are other thing attached
a rucksack of some kind, which looks like it’s full of something round
a pocket knife clipped to his other side and a set of dangling keys
“are those the keys to your ship, how did it get destroyed?”
he looks around and then meets your gaze again
“ah, you could say i have some enemies on saturn.”
you light up
“there is life on saturn?”
he nods, “there’s life everywhere little earthling.”
you scurry past him, digging your observation notebook from the pile of sheets
you open it and jot down his name, and then ask him - “so how are you part human, is the alien side of you from saturn?”
johnny scoffs - he plucks the notebook from your hand and shakes his head - “im not going to tell you, not at least until you at least give me a snack-”
“hey, im letting you breath my ‘earth oxygen’ so tell me again, about the creatures on saturn-”
johnny start to touch things, switches and paperwork and whatnot, you ask him not to but he just says something about that snack you promised
you get up close
half to stop him from bothering your things and half to take a look at those pores on his neck
and the rest of him too
he has a beautiful, slightly tanned complexion and his eyes are long and highlighted by dark eyelashes
he looks almost cat-like, curls at the ends of his mouth
and when your eyes travel down, just as an observation, you can see a scar that jags down his chest
“how did you get that?”
“all these rude questions! my mom never said they were this rude on earth!”
you clap your hands - “so your mother was the human?! how interesting, and how did she-”
suddenly your ship gets another knock
you narrow your eyes and look at johnny, “is that one of your friends?”
he puts a hand on the rucksack and shakes his head
“no, i don’t think those are my friends.”
“wh-”
a shadow overcasts through the front window and you turn to see the bottom of a large - rocket? no, it’s something larger - something twice the size of the ship you’re in
again, you were not aware of any other stations or scientists in this area
“ah, they always know where i am.”
“sorry - who?”
johnny shakes his head, mutters something about the INTERGALACTIC POLICE FORCE, and you have to pinch yourself
because he’s joking right
another knock hits your ship, which has been sitting idly for one hundred days, and almost knocks you off your feet
you bump into johnny
and he in turn catches you, but slips backward too
the rucksack on his belt opens and out spills glowing, purple orbs
your eyes widen
“wh-what are those?”
“they’re the jewels from a palace off mars. can you get them, if they break my ass is going to get nailed by my buy-”
“im sorry - the palace? mars? your buyer?”
he huffs, pushing his hand out to grab one of the orbs as they roll toward him
“ill explain later, by the way - can this ship fly?”
“FLY?”
johnny points to the looming shadow - “they’re going to destroy it and both of us if it doesn’t.”
you don’t know how to explain that this is a ship built to be a home, as in sit in one spot and the only flying it does is to get you back to earth
but another knock shakes you and you end up jumping against johnny’s arm
he holds you and gives you a kind of look like - seriously, im not joking.
you rack your brain, and then ask
“so are you a criminal, why are they after you?”
he sighs
“earthling, we can talk about it all later maybe even flirt a little but one more knock and this little ship is going to go-”
you put a hand up and start working the switchboard, putting in the only other coordinates you know
for earth
you tell johnny to follow you to a special section of the ship and he does so
“where are we going, uranus’s moon? the outskirts of the milkyway?”
you look at him with narrowed eyes
“we’re going to earth.”
he looks down at the orbs in his hand and then at you
“fine, ive always wanted to visit. but are you going to do weird experiments on me with your nasa frien-”
before he can finish, there’s a loud sound and johnny explains that those are the, fire blasters the intergalactic police carries
you groan
what is happening
but you hear your ship come to life, the red alarm blaring and a crackling voice asking you if you want to initiate emergency return to earth
“yes!”
you look to your side and johnny grins with a thumbs
“and i have a passenger.”
before your ship can get knocked again, it manages to dodge and the coordinates for home are set
you push johnny into a seat and take your place opposite him
“i cant believe im taking an alien home. an alien THIEF no less.”
he holds the rucksack close and shrugs
“at least im handsome though, right?”
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