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irisintheafterglow · 2 months

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HAND ONE - HIGH CARD

summary: in a season where you're determined to fly under the radar, newly-returned crown prince!touya todoroki has other ideas. in this hand, a duel is fought.

wc: 1.7k

cw/tags: royalty!au/regency!au, fem!reader, first meeting, touya's sass need its own warning

note: SURPRISE !! bet iris starting another series wasn't on your 2024 bingo (it wasn't on mine) but here we are! this whole series is based on this little idea from a few months back and will include swordfighting! fake dating! mutual pining! angst! balls! (the royal kind, not,,, yk) oh and many poker metaphors lol. hope you enjoy this first little exposition chapter :))

likes, reblogs, and replies are greatly appreciated <3

You would admire the spectacle of it all, had it not been for the aching pain in your feet.

The hand-me-down heels from your estranged stepmother made it hard to focus on anything but your breathing as you tried to steady yourself against a nearby column in the palace garden. You could practically hear her shrill screaming in your ears for not doing enough to network among the other young nobles, for failing to present yourself as fit for bearing children you didn’t want. As the people you’d grown up with since birth milled about carefully-tended roses and large-bloomed peonies, you couldn’t imagine how they weren’t sweating all their caked-on makeup off in the stifling June heat. Fishing the lacy hand fan from your clutch, you relocate to a shadier side of the column under the stone walkway lining the garden. An aggressive snap echoes off nearby walls when you flick it open and sigh when the air hits your face.

“You stole my spot,” comes a smooth male voice from the other side of the column. You don’t think the person is talking to you, but then you hear an amused snicker and a small thank you to who you assume is a passing servant. It’s awkwardly silent except for faraway conversations and the breeze blown from your fan until the man clears his throat. “I’m holding out a water to you, if you would kindly look over your shoulder.” Slightly irritated by the condescending tone in his voice, you look and, sure enough, there was a cold glass of water in the stranger’s white-gloved hand. You couldn’t see his face, nor the rest of his body, but something in your gut told you that it was safe. And, if it did happen to be poisoned, at least it got you out of another season. Carefully taking the glass from his long fingers, most of the tension in your body leaves after the first few sips slide down your throat. “Refreshing?”

“Very,” you answer cordially, in that airy tone your stepmother taught you. She said it was a fine way to attract suitors, which made you want to drop your voice several octaves whenever a potential husband drew near. “Thank you. That was very kind of you, Mister…?”

“My identity is irrelevant,” he says quickly and you turn your head in his direction, as if to hear him better. “Nor will I ask of yours, so consider this conversation akin to speaking to a wall.”

“From my perspective, I am speaking to a wall,” you point out and the stranger chuckles under his breath. “May I ask why you aren’t socializing with the others?”

“I could ask the same of you, considering that you’re cowering behind a column.” The jab was evident. Your mouth drops in indignancy and, had it not been for heat exhaustion and your nice spot in the shade, you would have decked whoever was on the other side of this conversation.

“I am not cowering,” you huff, taking another sip and willing the temperature to decrease just a few degrees. “I am merely…taking a break.”

“Taking a break where no one else can find you? For ten minutes?”

“A woman values her privacy,” you argue. “And as far as I’m aware, you were able to find me quite easily. Perhaps you were the one trying to hide, and I was the one who stole your spot.”

“So, you do acknowledge that you are stealing from me.”

“Space in this garden is not something to be claimed unless you are of the royal family, dear stranger.” You hope he can hear the smirk in your tone.

“And yet, here you are, stealing what is rightfully mine.”

“And yet, here you are, stealing what is rightfully mine,” you echo in a nasally, mocking voice that would have placed you in major trouble if your parents knew how you were addressing others. “Cease your bratty ramblings as if you own this palace.” The man barks out a laugh, a reaction you didn’t anticipate. It makes your heart race a little faster, in spite of your will to stay casual.

“Have suitors ever told you that you’re quite the firecracker?”

“Bold of you to assume they get as far as to speak with me,” you correct without hesitation. Presentations were one of the stupidest parts of your present society, along with those tiny sandwiches and that tea that tastes like boiled shoes. “If they decide to pursue me, that’s their first mistake.” The stranger hums in a low tone.

“Maybe you haven’t found the right suitor, then,” he muses and, before you can answer, the royal bugles announce the beginning of the duels. Excited cheers and the clicking sound of heels on pavement take over any remaining conversations. You whirl around to the other side of the column, anxious to see the mysterious man you were conversing with, but find the other side as vacant as when you first passed it. Slightly disappointed, you find your place along the perimeter of the circular stone courtyard and wait for the king’s advisor to speak.

“Today is a day of celebration,” he begins, and you mutter the rest of his speech that you’d heard for the past four years under your breath. The hair stands up on the back of your neck and instinct tells you that someone was watching you, but you can’t find who it is among the hundreds of people present. You think you’ve found the culprit when you lock your gaze with a pair of strikingly blue eyes, but they disappear before you can identify the rest of the person. “And, as you are most likely already aware, this year we welcome His Highness Prince Touya Todoroki to the presentation ceremonies. Though he is of a royal family, those that wish to court or be courted by His Highness may present themselves as suitors as they ordinarily would.”

“And will the Prince grace us with his esteemed presence, or is he preoccupied with his ordinarily outlandish activities?” Sneers and snide remarks ripple through the crowd and the advisor struggles to regain their attention. That is, until that same loud barking laugh that you heard from the other side of the column cuts through the murmurs and mutters.

The voice that follows makes your blood run cold in your veins.

“How bold to assume any of you are worthy of breathing in my presence.”

“Your Highness–”

“Shut up,” he spits, shivers spreading over your skin as the crowd splits to reveal an unruly mass of spiked white hair. His eyes are paralyzingly bright, cold and narrow while they scan the vermin before him. The rumors that circulated of his intimidating nature paled in comparison to the man before you, tall and lean and radiating the most dangerous aura you’d ever come across. All the previously gloating eyes became that of rabbits hunted by a wolf when they came under his gaze…except for yours. By some odd stroke of Fate, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d seen the Prince before, even though that was physically impossible. Maybe you’d passed another white-haired asshole in the market. “Well? Are we starting or shall you keep gawking until I staple your jaw shut?” The advisor stumbles, shrinking away like a mouse in a lion’s den.

“Yes, Your Highness. May the first Lady to be courted please step forward!”

As the gowns start to swoop and the swords begin to swing, you’re again reminded of just how unnecessary the spectacle of presentation season always was. One by one, daughters of nobility presented themselves to the suitors, who would then step forward and duel one another for the opportunity to court the Lady. The fights were never to the death, of course, but the shame that came with losing more than one duel was close to it; nothing was more embarrassing, however, than having no suitors step forward when a Lady presented herself. It was your worst fear every season, one that you seemingly didn’t need to worry about this time around.

Still, you were met with the same pasty-faced suitor that had been attempting to win your hand for the past several seasons. He’d accumulated significantly more muscle mass since the previous season, but his hot-headed temper and objectifying tendencies were enough of a turn off to send him packing by the end of the first meeting.

“You have rejected me time and time again, but that only makes you more enticing,” he declares, offering his hand to you while you roll your eyes behind your fan. Ladies who already received their matches swoon at his show of masculinity, but it only makes your stomach turn. “I will win you. That is my promise. And, if not this season, then the next, and I will persevere until the only eyes you look for in a room are mine.”

“The only thing I would be looking for in a room with you is an exit,” you mutter. He doesn’t answer, eyeing you like you were a wise investment. Gross.

“You’d do well to accept me.” Your attention darts upward and you meet his stare, irritated at your lack of a response. The volume of his voice drops so that only you two can hear it as he comes to stand inches away from your face. “It’s not like you have the privilege of other options. Marry me or life as a spinster is your only future.”

“I wouldn’t marry you if the entire kingdom was at stake,” you hiss and his mouth turns up in a snarl, ready to bite out a response when the shing! of a sword being pulled from its sheath echoes through the courtyard. A quiet verbal commotion sets into the crowd, but you’re unable to see anything beyond the asshole before you.

"Your business is with me, not her," warns a dangerously familiar voice and the man in front of you stiffens. "Let's get this over with."

“The…ahem…duel will begin once both suitors are in first positions,” the advisor relays with great hesitation. You’d never experienced a duel for your hand, yet it seemed that another man had been dealt into the game. With his face drained of its remaining color, Pasty-face draws his blade like an inexperienced marionette, clunky and jagged, as he takes his place in the circle, allowing you to catch the eye of his opponent, molten blue eyes that make your knees turn gelatinous. The prince was dueling for your hand.

Prince Touya of the Todoroki family was dueling for your hand.

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wangxianficfinder · 2 months

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Fic Finder

March 10th

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1. Alright, I’m in need of some help finding a fic! I remember a few things but haven’t been able to find it yet in my history and I apparently didn’t bookmark it like a dumbass! Anyway, I remember that it was canon divergent around the time of Sunshot, I remember that JZX is stabby because he’s half Yu and they’re the clan where you have to be inventive as well as stabby to earn your place? The Yunmeng trio go to Meishan to get help and I believe Yanli is sect leader so it might be a no golden core transfer fic? The thing I remember most is that JZX kills Wen Xu himself (with a poison knife?), and the intricacy of the traps you have to work through in order to get into Meishan territory. Hopefully this is specific enough! Thanks! @belovedmuerto

FOUND! Moments of Revelation by meyari (T, 133k, ChengSang, WangXian, XiYao, POV JC, Canon Divergence, Temporary Character Death, Character Death, not anyone we care about, Time Travel Fix-It Self-Sacrifice, Torture, Chronic Pain, Chronic anxiety, Grief/Mourning, PTSD, Chronic Mental Health Issues, Assassination, renamed MY, Families of Choice, Unreliable Narrator(s), Demonic Possession)

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2. Hi! I'm looking for a fic I've read where wwx reincarnates and lwj tries to say i love you to him but wwx keeps on deflecting or just says thank you. I think lwj also tries to make wwx fall in love with him again because wwx is afraid to give his love to lwj again after what he did to him. AHHHH I really need to read it againnn!! Thank you so much for your help!

FOUND? When the Words Stop Coming by mrcformoso (T, 7k, WangXian, Canon Compliant, POV WWX, POV LWJ, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Pre-Sunshot Campaign, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Canonical Character Death, Love Confessions, Rejection, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Trauma, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending)

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3. Hi! i'm looking for a fic: omegaverse. yllz!wwx and general!lwj, more or less. at the start the two don't know each other (iirc), and lwj has basically been sent to negotiate with wwx, ideally for a surrender. they decide to have a duel and it becomes clear part way through that wwx is an omega. lwj kind of loses control of his instincts and bites wwx as like, a dominance thing in the fight, but then things get kind of hand (in a sexy way). i think they get together after that? thank you <;3 @motherfuckingnazgul

FOUND! take a chance on me by gremlinsae (E, 9k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Accidental Bonding, dubcon, Swordfighting, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Canon Sexual Dynamic, Scenting, Badass WWX, Banter, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Royalty, cw: discussion of omega trafficking and sexual assault, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault)

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4. Shifting through my read history continues to be an exercise in making myself cross-eyed, so: looking for a fic where JC is under the impression that LWJ lost someone (he thinks it's probably LSZ's mother) because of WWX. In one scene, he's eavesdropping on the junior quartet from an indoor balcony. Then some years later he realizes that the person lost was actually WWX himself; what helps him come to this conclusion is a song WWX used to sing that he overhears LSZ singing a modified version of while on a night hunt(?). @linderel

FOUND! sing to the clouds in summer by stiltonbasket (G, 28k, JC & WWX, JC & JL, wangxian, JL & LSZ & LJY & OYZZ, 13k words of JC figuring out that LSZ is his nephew, ft. LXC and NHS the overprotective uncles, and LWJ giving JC death glares, Family Secrets, Reconciliation, Sad JC, Uncle-Nephew Relationship, Eventual Happy Ending, Podfic Available)

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5. Hello! I’m looking for a fic where it’s single dad!lwj and his babysitter was abusing a yuan ?? Or left him somewhere. and WWX sees it, realizes he’s a lan and says the kid is lucky because chances are he knows who his dad is. Then he calls LWJ’s law office to speak with him?

Sorry it’s so vague that’s all I remember lol. Thanks for all that you do for this fandom!❤️

FOUND? 🧡 Yiling Salon: Hair, Nails and Piercing by TriviasFolly (T, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, Hairstylist AU, Hairstylist WWX, 5+1 Things, Fluff, Experimental style) Not sure if it's the best fit, based on the summary, but it made me think of that fic

FOUND? five years gone by quillifer (E, 14k, WangXian, Mpreg, a/b/o dynamics, Alpha WWX, Omega LWJ, Breakup/makeup, Miscommunication, Pregnant Sex, consent is king, soft sad and horny, Happy Ending, Bottom LWJ, Top WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Modern AU, Unplanned Pregnancy)

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6. Hi Mods. You guys are doing a fantastic job as always with this blog. It's definitely become my miracle drug for all things MDZS. On that note, HELP! I can't seem to find a specific canon-divergent WX story. Two monks/rogue cultivators find unconscious WWX after he's been strangled by JC. They take him in. He learns art/crafting from them. They adopt him. He only runs into LWJ between commissions and travel with his master. He makes the village a Wen sanctuary and helps the common people in SSC @jovialtyrantdreamer

FOUND? 🔒 Away from Trouble by Ilona22 (M, 15k, wangxian, Alternate Universe, Not JC Friendly, WangXian Get a Happy Ending)

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7. hi... could you help me find a fic I read a while ago? wwx and lwj are trapped in the turtle cave... without energy... they do double cultivation (through sex*)

Time passes to the part where wwx is given hi core jc

When WQ removes WWX's core, he discovers that he was pregnant...

It's not Omegaverse

FOUND! Impermanence, Transience, Permanence by Best Bepsy (BepsyGray) (E, 39k, wangxian, canon divergence, unplanned pregnancy, mpreg, gore, sunshot campaign, assumed miscarriage, medical procedures, childbirth, golden core reveal)

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8. Hello it's me again!! I remember reading a fic where Wei Wuxian could control dead animals. There was this particular instance of a black puppy owned by Jin Zixuan which later turned into a yao? I have forgotten the rest since I read it a couple of years ago.

Again thank you for your amazing work!! @yilinglaobunny

FOUND? 🧡 a stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke ( M, 180k, WangXian, Arranged marriage, Canon Divergence, Hurt/comfort, Light angst, Canon typical violence)

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9. Hi! I’ve been looking for a fic for a while that I read about a year ago. I was wondering if you knew it? It’s Wangxian and they become friends in the Cloud Recesses Arc. But while they’re studying there, they learn that they can use their golden cores to sort of fuse into one person. All the cultivators can do this in this au. It’s a multi chapter fic, but I don’t remember much else about it other than it was really good and I haven’t been able to find it since. 🥲 @0utertale

FOUND! ❤️ Gentians in bloom by teawater (M, 251k, WangXian, XiQing, XuanLi, Canon Divergence, Political Marriage, Dysfunctional Family, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It, LQR bashing (not really), POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Eventual Happy Ending, BAMF WWX, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, madam yu bashing (again not completely), MXY Deserves Better)

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10. i sent this before but i think it might've gotten lost last round, im looking for a modern au where lan zhan lost track of wy after he claimed to be the father of wq's child and they bailed. wy wasn't the child, jc was, but jc dumped her when her family had troubles and then claimed she "slept around" when wy claimed his baby; wy, naturally, punched him about it and raised ayuan. lz is ashamed of abandoning him during the scandal when they meet again years later but they work it out and wq coparents

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11. Hey I’m trying to a find a fic but I only remember one scene

It’s might be a time travle fic idk

It’s where wwx got the swords back from the wen indoctrination camp and when thanked he says consider it there jiangs contribution to the war

And nmj noticed this and his wording bc of the state the sect is in(madame yu might be alive in the fic I can’t quite remember) and admirers how he’s doing that feather then just taking all of the credit for himself @zerokogane

FOUND! Half of my soul by Asphodel_Meadow (T, 8k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, No Golden Core Transfer, Fix-It, 5+1 Things, kinda soul bond but with their golden cores, POV Outsider, POV Alternating)

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12. Looking for a fic I read a while back— teenage/sunshot era LWJ time travels to the future and wakes up in bed with WWX. I clearly remember LWJ freaking out when WWX wakes up because there’s a baby in WWX’s arms.

FOUND? These Two Most Powerful by stiltonbasket (G, 4k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, Married Life, Family Feels, Parenthood, Temporary Amnesia, Time Travel, it’s amnesia but it feels like time travel to LWJ, wangxian have more babies, and they are the cutest buns, not your average amnesia fic? there’s no drama here tbh, just soft husbands carrying on with fatherhood, And loving each other, Mild Angst, Happy Ending)

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13. hi! i'm looking for a fic where lz moves into wy's apartment because of the cheap rent but it's cheap because wy has like 2 panthers(?) living with him. i rly hope it hasn't been deleted cause i've been searching for a bit and can't find it

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14. hello! this is for the fic finder, there was this fic I remember specifically bc of one scene with jc. essentially, there was a little girl that fell into a lake in lp, while her mother was busy doing smth on a boat?? it was harvest season, I think. I remember that both jc and wwx fell into the lake to find the little one and what made me remember that fic was that jc lit up the whole lake with zidian. I think it was a long fic and in the end he also married the girl's mother. oh I'm pretty sure that jyl and jzx were alive too but I could be wrong.

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15. Hi! I am looking for a fic.All I remember is that Wei Wuxian arrives to the cloud recess and he meets Wanji. He talks about his future special one that when he fights and claims them he wants everyone to know that. But instead Lan Zhan corners him several times outdoors and in the library. And in the end Wei Wuxian is the one being claimed. I think I read it on ao3 and that this author had several good works. But I can't find them now 😭

FOUND? teeth on my waist (i come undone) by martyrsdaughter (E, 20k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Public Claiming, Sexual Tension, Obliviousness, Canon Era, Cloud Recesses Study Arc Exhibitionism, Public Humiliation, Dom/sub, Bondage, Masturbation, forced presentation, Dubious Consent, Knotting, Come Marking, Come Shot, Non-Consensual Spanking, LWJ and WWX Have a Breeding Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Some Feminized Language, Subspace, Rimming)

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16. hii can you help me? there is a fic i thought i added to marked for ltr but i cant find it anywhere :(

it was about jin ling hurting wei wuxian after his identity reveal in the carp tower, but the wound was way more serious,, i think in the fanfic's description was "jin ling got more time to rethink everything after wei wuxian blah blah" or smth similiar; also i'm pretty sure there was a tag about stomach infection or stomach wound infection basically a fic about wei wuxian being hurt lol

thanks<;3 @r3n-vy

FOUND? Sorry and Thank You by Morgana_avalon (G, 57k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, JL & LSZ & LJY, JL & NHS, LXC & NHS, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, JL suffering an emotional breakdown, JL stabbing WWX at the Jinlintai, Introspection, canon divergent but also canon compliant, Bad brother JC (but not too bad), NHS taking an interest in JL, painful and infected stomach wound, LXC to the rescue, WWX & LWJ are married, WWX has no golden core, NHS's hand fan is not what it seems, NHS is a determined little devil)

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17. There's a fic where they used incense burner again and Lwj is sentient but wwx-in the dream he's freshly resurrected wwx-is not. Lwj fucks him and Wwx is pleading with him to stop But then Lwj says in his ear, "you like it when I rape you.

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18. Hi! I'm looking for a fic where, post Fall of Lotus Pier, JC chokes WWX to death and his corpse is found by LWJ. Sadly I don't remember any more details. Thanks! @lucicarebloggs

Found?🔒 a star called sun by thelastdboy (E, 120k, WangXian, SongXiao, XuanLi, Canon Divergence after Xuanwu Cave, Fall of Lotus Pier, But worse!, Power Imbalance, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Not Everyone Dies AU, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, Sunshot Campaign, Miscommunication, Heavy Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Major Character Injury, Loss of Limbs, Chronic Illness, Seizures, WWX's Three Months in the Burial Mounds, Wēn Remnants Live, Wēn Remnants Deserve Better, WWX Creates a Sect | Yílíng Wèi Sect, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Hurt/Comfort, Selectively Mute LWJ, Service Animals, Crows)

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19. Hi! 🤗 I'm looking for a fic.

I don't remember much, but I remember some scenes. The idea of the story was something like if you can't beat them, join them to your sect. WWX doesn't create the Wei sect, but everyone seems to think so. Meng Yao gets locked up in Yilling and becomes something like the administrator of WWX. NHS has an information network and gives everyone a messenger bird except WWX and WWX makes a dead bird serve him. A crow, I think. I think NHS also brings them food and helps improve the town. And I also think he makes the design of Wei Ying's sect's robes.

I don't remember more, but I know that I really liked the Fic and it was long.

Thanks! I hope you can help me find it. 💕 @wangxiansgirl

FOUND! if you can’t beat them, recruit them by moeblobmegane (T, 228k, Wangxian, NHS & WWX, WWX & WQ, Time Travel Fix-It, Conspiracy, Spies & Secret Agents, Team as Family, Found Family, Burial Mounds, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Pining, Morally Ambiguous Character, Rumors, Politics, Developing Friendships, Good Uncle LQR, Demonic Cultivation, YilingWei Sect)

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20. Heyy! Looking for a fic where lwj was a single parent, I don't remember the other details but it came out that jyl (who was friends with lwj) was sending baby pictures of a-yuan to wwx to help him recover/keep going. Can't remember which fic this was. @vulpeculatee

FOUND! box your errors by mellowflicker (T, 42k, WangXian, Modern AU, single dad lwj, Domestic Fluff, Family Issues, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, let lwj have friends agenda, Hurt/Comfort, Pining)

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acerathia · 3 months

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pink camellias || Chapter 1: hyacinth

Chapter Summary:

purple hyacinth: sorrow

Wordcount: 3.2k

Read on AO3 || Masterlist

Pairing:

Bakugou Katsuki / Reader

Tags/CW:

royalty au, inspired by Mulan, war and its consequences, violence, childhood friends to strangers to companions to lovers (i am sorry), Angst, Acts of Service, Character Death (Major, and Minor), swordfights, misogyny, f!reader, kidnapping, implied torture, let me know if I missed anything lol

Note:

I got too impatient, so, I'm posting the first chapter today lol, still, i hope you enjoy reading it!

You opened the windows as soon as you woke up. As the soft sunlight warmed your skin, you watched the breeze rustle the flowers of the garden. Beyond that garden was a beautifully constructed posh house, barely blocking your view to the adjacent village. The rows of different houses gave the scenery a special kind of feel. The view was breathtaking, the bustling of all these people making you feel alive under your skin.

You stood by the window, trying to discern the lives of the common people below you in the valley. There was a small stripe of forest bordering the village and the mansion, which stood atop a hill.

“I wonder how life is down there”, you mumbled before looking back to your bed.

The softest of fabric was spread over the king-sized bed and you slowly stepped closer, your hand enjoying the feel of silk between your fingers. Then with a tiny jump you threw yourself onto the mattress, sinking deeply in its comfort and warmth.

With a sigh, you tried to imagine living in such a village. Maybe you would operate a bakery, making tasty bread and confects. You would wake up early, which you usually would never even think about, but this was only imaginary. If you were lucky, you could watch the sunrise for some time, while waiting for the dough to rise. Your hands would be kneading and caressing the dough into different, but nonetheless tasty goodies for the day, the lit oven warming your back with a gentle sigh. It would hug the soft dough and prepare it for the day.

After the bread and sweets would be ready, you would open up the shop, awaiting the first jingle of the door. You would, as usual, greet the oncoming customers, the ones you saw regularly with some deep questions, and the newer ones with some welcoming small talk. Your heart would beat in happiness every time something of yours would find its home somewhere else. And if everything got sold, you would close the shop and head to the market to replenish some of your necessities. If not, you would go around and give the bread to someone who would need it at the moment, not wanting to let anyone go hungry.

You imagined such a routine to be relaxing and enjoyable, especially connecting with so many people. The wish to go out and change something for yourself lit a spark, even if the possibility of leaving this place without guard would never happen.

Some day you would wake up with the hope of appearing in another place, like the characters in your stories. Landing inside a novel with the knowledge of every scenario, being actively a part of some grand scheme or an adventure. But no matter how long you kept your eyes closed, you stayed in your little bland life.

Sometimes you would dare to write down some ideas, with your scrawly font. And while doing so you blamed yourself for not listening to your teacher when learning how to write. But you wrote. You wrote every little idea that emerged in your little head. Huffing and puffing when the intricate dreams vanished after waking up.

With a low grumble, you stared at your ceiling. You grew weary of only imagining things and felt the urge, the desire to actually live your own adventure.

“My Lady, I’ve brought water to wash up”, the voice of your maid Hana sounded before she entered the room.

You furrowed your brows, wondering how long you had been lying there, and if you would succeed in sneaking out, if your maid wouldn’t be so punctual. But you only greeted her and rolled from the bed to walk towards a stool.

While you were washing your face, Hana brushed your hair gently and got rid of all the knots taking residence on top of your head. You looked into the mirror, feeling the soft towel on your skin.

This was your face, even if you wished you were another person. No matter what you think, the baby fat on your face would not dwindle until much later. For a moment you wondered how soon your birthday was.

“You should go to the dining room to eat some breakfast, my Lady.”, Hana told you, after helping you into a simple baby blue wrapper. Something simple for your indoor endeavors, as you did not plan on leaving this mansion any time soon.

With a nod you made your way to the dining room, greeting your father, who was leaning over some papers spread over the table.

“Good morning sweetie, did you sleep well?”, he asked while stretching his arms for a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Yes, thank you for asking, Father.”, you smiled with a slight crook, before turning to greet your mother the same way.

After the greetings, you took a seat and started eating your breakfast.

Despite the current silence at the table you were quite attached to your parents, as they were to you. They both were loving and warm and so doting on their only daughter. And who were you to resist getting spoiled like that? You would do anything for your parents, and even if you longed to go outside and experience new things, you were aware how your disappearance would break their hearts, and yours.

“Ah, we’re supposed to return to the palace today, did you prepare your luggage, or did you forget again?”, your mother started speaking with an amused smile after finishing the meal.

“Mother! Of course, I prepared everything! But, I’m still going to ensure that everything has its place.”, you hurriedly responded and jumped from your seat. Soft chuckle followed you out of the room.

How could you forget the return to the palace? Your father was the marquess and your mother attended to the queen herself. And despite your current young age, you wanted to make a good impression on the people living there, even if they may have already formed one around your person. But nothing speaks against working to better those impressions.

With the help of your maid, you threw everything you may need in that visit into a tiny case, fitting for your tiny stuff. And when Hana suggested you take your stuffed cat with you, you vehemently refused. Because what if someone saw it and thought of you as inferior? Especially little kids your age, they were usually the most vicious and you refused to be the victim of their bullying.

After making sure everything was in order, you let your maid help you into some outdoor gown with the same blue color as the other one. With a fitting pair of gloves and a bonnet, you were ready to leave your home for your stay at the palace.

Clutching Hana’s hand you made your way outside to the awaiting carriage. The coachman already heaving their luggage into its respective space. But you didn’t need his help to get into the carriage, not even Hana’s help. You grabbed some of the fabric of your dress and took the large step with one stride. The next step let you tumble into the insides of the carriage, where you immediately acted like everything went as planned.

Hana took the seat in front of you and the car slowly left the property. You knew that your parents were in the carriage in front of yours, so you did not fret and simply enjoyed the passing sights of the marquisate.

After a couple of minutes, someone slightly shook you and you blearily opened your eyes. You didn’t remember closing them in the first place. Did you already arrive at your destination? That was weird, you thought the way would take some hours. But beggars shouldn’t be choosers and you didn’t mind that very convenient time skip of sleep. Even if you now felt tired and grumpy.

With half-closed lids you let Hana lead you to the inside of the palace, where you already occupy a room. This wasn’t the first time your character visited the palace, but every time felt like it was. And no matter how much you wanted to look around, you felt drained and wanted nothing more than to continue your nap in peace.

The moment you stepped into the room, you threw yourself onto the bed, without care of your bonnet falling off your head. But for some reason you could not fall asleep again, making you whine into the soft pillows, before sitting up.

And before you could even plan anything for the afternoon, someone started knocking on your door.

“Hello! We were wondering if you wanted to play knights with us?”, a boy your age with bright green eyes, Izuchan, asked you with a smile, the moment you opened the door. Another was lingering with crossed arms and a slight scowl.

You turned to look at Hana, who just nodded with a sigh before you also nodded to the boys in front of you. “Yes! I’d love to participate in a game!”

With that, you followed them outside, where the sun shone upon your heads and warmed you slightly.

They immediately started clashing their wooden swords and began screaming something about ‘villains’ and ‘crime’. You wondered when it would be your turn, but you didn’t hold a wooden sword in your hands.

For some reason you felt the need to fix it, so you started wandering to the training camp of the real knights, looking for some kind of sword you might be able to use.

The only thing you discovered were of course actual knights in training. Their movements and the swing of the sword in their hands were mesmerizing and you could not help yourself but stare. Their flow seemed like a hidden dance, its steps only obtained by the truly worthy.

You felt trapped in watching the blades clash, eliciting bursts of tiny stars. A desire to wield this magic grew in you and a grin formed itself across your face. Now you fully understood the reason everyone admired knights. And you desired to be one.

You barely managed to rip your gaze from their dangerous dance only to see the object you were seeking only minutes ago. Without a second thought, you grabbed the wooden sword to return to the fighting boys. Only to see them running towards the training grounds, their gaze focused on something behind you.

And what were you supposed to do but follow them? So you ran with them towards a group of people converging around a massive person.

“Allmight!”, Izuchan gasped and started talking about the best knight in this whole kingdom and you couldn’t do anything but listen with rapt attention and interest.

Kacchan tried to get to the overrun knight, but before he had the possibility of reaching him, Allmight found the right timing to detach himself from the crowd and thus was missed when the boy finally broke through.

The blond started raging, concealing his disappointment in a fit of anger and screams. The other boy tried to calm him down, yelling ‘Kacchan’ to get his attention.

Undeterred by his outburst you gripped the wooden sword tighter in your hand and declared something to him, maybe you hoped to calm him down or to distract him from his missing hero.

“I am going to be a knight! One better than you!”, you declared war on these two young boys, who were supposed to be your friends, but your ambitions seemed to destroy any semblance of kinship.

“Hah? A girl can’t be a knight, are you stupid?”, Kacchan immediately replied, his anger only simmering, but directed at you nonetheless.

“You’re stupid!”

While you could have replied with a better comeback, annoyance made your brain empty, only the desire to show him filling you to the brim.

Without waiting for the next words of this brash boy, you turned and ran towards the toy dummy, which has been abandoned offside the actual training grounds. You didn’t care if your dress stained, the seams filling with mud, as you hit the dummy repeatedly, acting as if you were already a seasoned knight.

The two boys joined you soon after. And while the blond and you could not do anything but push each other into anger, you still played with your wooden swords, even if any of you would have dared to say that it has been a fight for life and death.

And if your maid clicked her tongue and reprimanded you for ruining your dress, you only responded with your dreams and hopes of becoming a knight. Out of necessity, your maid had, soon after that conversation full of sighs and aspirations, sewn you some proper clothing resembling the ones of a knight.

With your pants and shirt, you continued to fight your friends at every possibility, even if it meant getting stained in blue blood underneath your skin and ripped hair between your fingernails.

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The seasons have passed and you still lived at the palace with your mother. You spent your daily life studying everything this place had to offer and everything your duty obliged you. But the moment you managed to free yourself some time, the people found you in a pair of pants, swinging that old wooden sword with your friends.

Finally, you had finished your reading for the day, getting some free time for your extracurricular activities. But before the teacher could properly dismiss you, your maid knocked and entered the room, a grave expression marring her face.

“Miss, I’m afraid, your mother is at death's door��”, she started speaking, but you jumped from your chair, grabbing the fabric of your dress to allow you to run as fast as you managed.

Your mother, your dear, loving mother, laid there, unmoving in her too-big bed. Her pale frame almost sunk into the soft fabric of the bedding and you were afraid. You were so afraid to step too close and to hurt her.

Still, you carefully sat at the end of the bed, taking her hand in yours, as soft as your rough hands cared to achieve. You only had eyes for her, everyone around you nothing but a blur. Nonetheless, you caught some pieces of information from the people hurrying around you in a senseless frenzy. The white plague. Your mother has been suffering under the act of consumption for longer than any of the people around her anticipated. Her paleness mistaken for lack of sun and worry. Her feverishly red cheeks and lips simply for a mistake in the chosen shade.

You wondered how long she had been plagued by this illness. How long had she been suffering without anyone taking notice? Had she already known prior to this?

Suddenly her lack of presence in your life in the last couple of months started to make sense. She knew you would have noticed her lack of energy immediately. How could you not? Your mother used to be the sun in any dark room. Her presence soothing and warm, even if bright. This woman in front of you was nothing but a pale, sick shadow of her old self. And it hurt you.

It hurt to see the most important person in your life suffer and on the brink of death. Oh, how you would do anything to soothe her aches and take her pains away.

Something cold dripped onto your hands, but you were not able to find the source of those tiny drops. Not until you took a shuddering gasp and a sob broke free, your lungs yearning to scream and cry.

Even if you grew weary and bored of your life, you cared for this woman, it drove you crazy. How were you supposed to move on after this?

People grabbed your sobbing shoulders, but you refused to let go of her frail hand. Someone was whispering empty words into you and you didn’t react with anything but a heartbreaking wail, lowering your head against her hand, pressing her cold skin against your cheeks.

Despite your vehement protest, someone managed to loosen your grip around your dead mother, leading you into your room. After getting pushed onto your own bed, everything became a blur.

You barely noticed getting moved around or getting into a carriage. The only thing you numbly remember was the regret of not telling your friends about your hasty departure. Even if you yourself had not known about it until you arrived back at the mansion you used to live at. You supposed this was your actual home, even if the palace felt more like it.

After your arrival at the mansion, you refused to eat and did not leave your room under any circumstance. At some point, your father's worry grew and he started trying to lure you with different things. Most of them got no reaction from you at all.

“Hello dear. How have you been?”, he asked with a soft voice, taking a seat at the end of the bed. You gave him a tired smile as an answer, your voice itching and scratching.

“Good, good.”, he nodded, taking your hand in his. “I know I have said it multiple times already, but you need to get out a bit… I know, I know. But she would not want you to suffer in such a dark room.” He tried to persuade you, already knowing your answer, even just with your nonverbal facial expressions.

“How about this: You still want to be a knight, don’t you? Well, then we shall get you some proper sword master to teach you. Can’t have you swing a wooden sword without instructions forever.”, and his suggestion made you perk up.

You still wanted to master swordsmanship, but your father had never supported that particular endeavor of yours. Until to this day, it appeared. Even if the circumstances should have been better, your mother should have been there to celebrate that milestone with you. Still, you knew she would have wanted you to run towards your dreams, even if she wasn’t there. You decided to dedicate this work of life to her before you agreed to your father's suggestion with a slight nod and a hesitant smile.

And your agreement seemed to spark some happiness in the eyes of your old man, as his smile gained that special depth. Without further words, because you simply didn’t need to, he pecked your forehead, before standing up. And if he pulled the curtains open and let you bask in the warmth of the estranged sun before he left your room, then so be it. Because this time, the sun didn’t symbolize another day without her, but a new opportunity dedicated to her, in remembrance of her. Starting with that day, you promised yourself to think of her every time you held a sword. Your dear beloved memories with her would lend you whatever strength you would have needed in any possible situation.

Your gaze wanders out of your window, into the beautiful garden. And you were mesmerized by the whipping flowers, almost like it was your first time seeing them. With this breathtaking, familiar view you held your promise close to your heart and planned on never letting go.

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gothic-thoughts · 3 months

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Imagine if in part three of the zoro fic, in the end, reader doesn’t go with Zoro because they are two different paths so reader is going their separate way and because they are two different people than they were three years ago so they may not work out in the end

Nah, cuz I was thinking the same thing

Not Behind, Just Apart. (finale)

Roronoa Zoro x Black Fem Reader Smut (Fluff)

MDNI, Exes2Lovers

TW: Blood mention, implied mass/murder

CW: shower sex, powersub!Reader, afab parts, she/her pronouns under the cut, unprotected cream🥧implied situationship??

Part 1⇉ Right Here

Part 2⇉ Right Here

Word Count: 1779 (give or take)

Previously:

"Shall we?"

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Once you two stepped inside, two guards side-eyed the two of you, knowing the both of you. Zoro scans the area, counting 7 armed guards scattered about the lobby area alone but he wasn't sure if there were more upstairs near the rooms. One walked up to you, causing the green-haired man to tighten his grip on one of his blades as you boldly stepped forward. The guard glanced at him before focusing on you.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah," You force a smile, "I'm looking for a thief."

"A thief? Heh, aren't you a pirate?"

"Exactly, so you know much I want my shit back. Have you seen a man that lives here: kinda tall, blonde hair, old as dirt? He owes me a pouch of berry."

He rolls his eyes, "Yeah, you two can't be here; you have to go."

Your patience fleets and you hold your hips, left pinky brushing against the handle of your sword, ready to draw.

"I'll only hurt him if he hurts me first. That's only fair."

"Like I said, lady, I can't let either of you in here."

"Sure you can, put us down as visitors."

You try to walk around him only for him to stop you with a stiff arm at your chest. The other guard steps forward with a hand on his sword as the other guards see the scene and jog down the stairs closest to them to encircle you and Zoro.

"Last warning; I really need my money back."

"This is your last warning; get lost. You and your bodyguard."

You look back at Zoro, who has a small smirk and a raised eyebrow before looking back at the guard with a coldness in your eyes.

"Bodyguard?"

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About 15 minutes later, (Y/n) and Zoro were standing in her thief's hotel room, covered in a thin layer of sweat with blood splotches all over their clothes. Nothing else in the room could be heard besides her light panting as she stood over the thief's body and sheathed her crimson-stained sword. Zoro, however, looked unphased by the strenuous swordfight as he casually wiped his sword with a cloth before effortlessly sliding it back into the scabbard.

"Might've gotten...too lost."

"Yeah, well," He snickers behind her, "Technically, they were harboring a criminal."

(Y/n) looks over her shoulder with a smirk, "Roronoa Zoro on my side? Unheard of."

"Alright, that's enough."

Chuckling, she kneels to the dead man's body and rummages through his pocket for a second before pulling out a bulging, palm-sized pouch from his jacket.

"Damn," Zoro crossed his arms, "It's a wonder how he took that from you."

"Shut up; I was drunk at the time."

"Clearly."

"Unfortunately for him, not drunk enough. I'm gonna use this bastard's shower and get all this blood off."

"Yeah, me too. Don't take too long."

She walks into the bathroom and takes off everything from her sheath to her heeled boots before stepping into the warm cascade of the shower while Zoro remains where she left him. His deep brown eyes stayed fixated on the bathroom door, flitting about the flimsy oak with a mind crowded with ideas of how she looked bare, hot water droplets racing down her plump, curvy body.

For 10 minutes, the ex-pirate hunter tried to keep himself together, pacing back and forth in front of the door with his eyes shut, relishing the thoughts since they wouldn't leave him alone. Zoro hears her hum of contentment echo off the restroom walls, ultimately driving the swordsman crazy enough to walk inside.

(Y/n) stops mid-motion to peek around the wooden divider and see him pulling off his shirt, unable to help staring as his abs were revealed inch by inch, and it wasn't long before his entire body was on display, erection and all. His hungry eyes never left hers as if he was devoting every roll, stretch mark, and hair to memory, well aware that they would go their separate ways again.

Because he knew her. Zoro wasn't stupid; no matter how much he wanted her to join, he knew (Y/n) was dedicated to her lone-wolf lifestyle. It's what he loved about her. He steps closer, his bare chest mere inches from her nude body.

"I gotta get back so..."

He steps in and under the showerhead and silently allows her to watch from behind with bated breath as his fingers scratch and scrub the blood out of his hair before his hands slide down his arms to cleanse them next. Slowly, he looks over his shoulder, dewdrops falling prettily from his eyelashes when he blinks.

"You never planned on staying."

(Y/n)'s head shakes slowly, water dripping from the spiraled strands. "I can't."

"I know." He sighs turning around fully, trying to keep his gaze above her collarbone, "Did you even think about it?"

"I did, but how hard do you really need to think about something if you already know your answer?"

The swordsman stepped forward and once close enough, his hand was on her lower back, pulling her waist to his, pubic hair flush against each other.

"My thoughts exactly." He chuckles, the sound barely above the sound of the water, "That being said, let's get this over with."

His other hand slid up the span of her spine, stopping at the base of her skull to guide her face into their first passionate kiss. Of course, during their fights, she's gotten close enough to place a peck on him mockingly just to leave him disoriented before escaping, but this time it was his kiss.

And it wasn't just a minor peck—his tongue delved between her lips with an eager moan as he tasted her completely as if he was never going to see her again. He knew he would; he just didn't know how long it'd be until he'd feel her like this again. Her arms snake around his waist as she moans into his mouth with the same eagerness at the sensation, which drives him to pick her up and pin her against the shower wall. (Y/n) locks her legs around his waist, the pads of her fingers pressing into the flesh of his shoulders.

"Who knew you needed to fight alongside me to reveal this side of you?"

"What can I say...somethin' about watching you swordfight your way up a flight of stairs."

"And not all those other times you fought and chased me through places, Roronoa?"

"Guess not." Zoro smirks, "You just love saying my name, huh?"

"It's a pretty name~"

He pulls her pelvis even tighter against the erect shaft between them while dipping his face into her neck and whispering, "Say it again, don't want you forgetting it in the time we're apart."

"Roronoa~"

He grabs the base of his cock, aiming the tip at your plump folds, "Again."

"Roronoa, come on already."

With a gentle bite on her shoulder, he finally slides his girth through the snug, velvet walls of her cunt. His eyes flutter shut as he breathes curses in (Y/n) ear before locking eyes and continuing their kiss while he begins to guide her up and down his dick.

Zoro groans between kisses, hands moving from her waist to her plump ass, holding on tightly as he takes thrusts harder, their soaking wet bodies slapping together while the water cascades around them.

"My god, yes," She moans, wiping water out of her face, "Don't fuckin' stop. Fuck, please don't."

"I won't," Zoro growls in her mouth, pushing another curl out of her face, "I'm not going anywhere. When I'm done in here, I'mma take your wet body on that fuckin' bed out there, got it?"

"Yeah, fuck yes~"

"Yes, who? Didn't I tell you to keep saying my name?" His thrusts became deeper and more forceful, "I meant that shit. Say it the whole fuckin' time."

"Yes, Zoro!"

"Wrong one; everybody says that one." His strong hand smacks her ass, the water making it hurt more, "Try again."

"R'noa!"

"Sorry, couldn't hear you, (Y/n). Shower's too loud." He smacks her ass again, "What was that?"

"Roronoa!" (Y/n)'s head falls forward, resting on his shoulder, "Shit, you goin' too fast!"

"You're a pirate; keep up then."

"I can't, shit..."

"Then cum."

His breath was hot against her ear while he squeezed and massaged the flesh as he made (Y/n) bounce up and down his girth, taking control of their pleasure. He places open-mouth kisses on her neck, licking up her Adam's apple, making the sound of her moan echo off the shower wall as she cums hard—her tight pussy walls flexing and pulsing as she coats him in nectar.

Zoro grunts as he gives a few more deep thrusts, milking (Y/n)'s release as much as he can before turning off the water and carrying her to the bedroom. Unbothered by the dead thief on the floor, he crashes their dripping bodies on his bed, where he resumes his thrusts, wet bodies once again slapping together.

"Sh-shit, baby, chill~"

Zoro chuckles breathlessly, "Chill? You can't take it, huh?"

"S'fuckin' fast, you too big to be goin' this h-ard~"

"I'mma hold that against you, you know. Fuuuck~"

He reaches between their bodies, rubbing her clit in circles with his thumb, groaning when you tighten around him, sucking him impossibly deeper and breaking his rhythm. He grabs (Y/n)'s legs and rests them over his shoulders, moving his hips faster, and he nears his climax, trying to take you with him.

Zoro encourages (Y/n)'s second release, leaning down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss as his rhythm falters, his desire for ecstasy growing stronger each time his cock drags through her depths. It wasn't long before (Y/n) cums again with a loud gasp of first name. Her legs tremble, ankles dangling by his ears while she convulses, taking Zoro with her as his orgasm crashes over him.

"Ro-R'noa~!"

"Yesss, I know~" Zoro growls, his hips bucking as he fills you with his seed. "Fuuck... (Y/n)..."

His eyes were clenched shut, and his hips didn't stop while his thick seed erupted against her cervix. The swordsman moaned above you with uneven pants as he leans down to capture your lips in another sloppily kiss as the grip on you loosened as he puts your legs down, refusing to pull his still-hard cock out just yet.

"You really are something else," he admits, running a hand through your still-wet curls, "You know we could have nights like this more often if you joined the crew."

"You know I'm a loner."

"Though...tonight was really fun... maybe you can call me and tell me what island you're on. Maybe I'll swing by."

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(a/n): Updating my format, u like?💅🏾

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Day 8 ~ Eustass Kid X F! X Cream3.14

Title: Kinktober Day 8 Word Count: 1.1K CW: 18+ only, Spicy, Creampie, breeding, consent very much implied, established relationship w/ Reader, penetration, m!n0rs DNI you will be blocked

Last DNI/Content Warning

Panting and the sound of slapping skin echoed in Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid’s private quarters, grunting breaking the pattern from the redhaired man as he adjusted his position over you. The towel in your mouth was muffling your moaning and lustful noises. He was in the middle of punishing you.

He pulled out completely and slapped your ass, each cheek receiving a harsh backhand and he chuckled at how your ass jiggled from his brute force. Your shrieks were muted, tears free falling. He began to speak to you in a patronizing tone, slapping his cock over the raised skin on your ass.

“Do you understand why I’m punishing you, Y/N?” his smile was cold and demeaning.

You nod your head before hanging it in shame. He reached over to pull the towel from your mouth so you could answer.

“Yes Kid, I’m sorry I disrespected you!” you choke out, mouth so dry.

Chuckling he turned you around so you were face to face with his throbbing cock.

“Open,” he commanded. You did and he pushed it in to sit in your mouth. “You seem a little dry, let’s see if this wettens you up,” and with a sharp thrust, buries himself deeper into your throat. Your gag reflex is triggered and your mouth and throat flood with drool and saliva, coating his twitching cock.

“Ahhh there it is. I know you’re my good, filthy girl because your pussy is gushing now too, isn’t it?” You nod, thighs clenching to relieve the ache between your legs. Kid reached down and felt the slippery skin from your wetness, fingers teasing your folds, your clit, and dipping into your core. Your slick coats his fingers as he pumped his digits in a few times before withdrawing.

“So Y/N, explain yourself. Why did you say no to my request.”

“’m afr’d, cap’n” you say through a full mouth, not allowed to drop his cock or he’ll up the punishment.

Barking with laughter, “you’re afraid? What kind of lame ass excuse is that?!” Thrusting his cock in and out in sharp pumps, your tears fall again but he wipes them with his thumb, the kindness eliciting a choked moan from you as your pussy clenches, wanting to be filled.

“You’re in MY crew. You FUCK with ME. The scariest motherfucker in the world and you’re afraid?” he hisses. Kid finally withdraws from your mouth and holds your chin in a hard grip, pumping his cock with his free hand. “Explain.”

Gasping, “I don’t want to let you down. What if I’m not good enough? If I don’t meet the standards you set?” you cry, no longer from pleasure but from fear and anxiety. The edge in his amber eyes softens, finally understanding. Kid leans down and presses a hard, passionate kiss to your swollen lips.

“Y/N, I’m going to kill the Yonkos and find the One Piece on this quest and I need a tight running ship and crew to do it. Do you think I would ask just anyone to be a Commander on my ship?” You shake your head. “That’s right. I asked you because I know you can, and you will. You’re my girl and you’re a mean swordfighter, I ain’t worried about you one bit.”

Standing back up, he wiggled his finger at you to beckon you close and you crawl towards him at the edge of the bed. He leans down and pushes you beneath him to kiss you some more as he trailed open-mouth kisses down your torso, rubbing his cock against your folds as he took his time. Whines clawed from your throat at his ministrations, he smirks as he positions his head at your entrance.

“So I will ask you again, will you accept your new role as a Commander of the Kid Pirates?”

With a shaky breath, “yes my Captain,” you moan out.

Kid’s head falls back as he slams into you and begins a brutal pace, your pleasured cries edging him on. Balls slapping against your ass, Kid growls as he feels the heat building up inside him. The way your walls are clenching around him, the way your hands on his back weakly try to pull him down, silent pleas to have him bury his cock deep in your pussy and bury you deep into the bed.

“Where do you want it this time?” he growled out, spreading your legs wider to allow him in further, hitting the sweet spot inside you guaranteed to make you see stars.

“Inside me Kid!” you cry as he ruts into you.

He grins, he was gonna do that anyways but he liked when your desires synced up like that. Using his thighs to keep your legs spread, he moves his hands to tightly grasp your hips as he adjusts his angle and he can feel the head of his cock hitting your cervix.

Your body clenches so hard you nearly black out, the orgasm crashing into you like a loose canon ball. Your head snaps backwards and your mouth was gaping as you saw the stars his cock promised, voice strangled as you groaned in pleasure.

Kid’s own strangled cry left him as you clenched so tightly around him he couldn’t pull back out even if he wanted to. That’s ok, it was exactly the motivation he needed to drive his cock home and bring out his own orgasm. His tip spurting forth with his cum as he rocked into you, face buried in your plush tits as he kept thrusting sloppily, milking himself with your pussy like it's a sleeve.

He let out a final moan as he pulled out from you. Hands still on your hips, he drags you down the bed some and hovers over your lower half. Lazily pushing your legs back and waiting. There it was, the thick stream of his seed flowing out of you. You are utterly and completely his.

“Like what you see?” you hum, finally breaking through the haze.

“Mhm,” he grunts, a lewd smile growing on his face. “Open your mouth again,” he used a suggestive voice that let you know it wasn’t a request. You do as he says.

Dipping his cock up your cum covered pussy, he enters you again and rolls his hips a little before pulling out, letting more of his spilling seed land on his cock. Moving quickly, he crawls over you and brings your head up, depositing his coated cock into your mouth. Your lips wrapped around his shaft and began licking and sucking his cock clean juuuust the way he liked. He pulled out of your mouth with a pop, nodding in approval of your clean up job.

“That’s my girl. Now go make me proud.”

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Day 1 - Fever

Whumpcember Prompt 1 - Fever Fandom - Peter Pan CW - None

Captain Hook dragged himself out of the water as Peter flew away. “A codfish should be happy to be in the ocean,” he heard Peter laughing. If he was capable, he would burst into flames of rage. As it was, he was left sopping wet, his coat now a great weight on him.

Hook trudged on the sandy dunes of the river and let his hate consume him for the few minutes it took to return to the small dinghy. It’s all so funny to that demon boy, he thought. I wonder if he’d laugh while I killed him.

He found Smee by the dinghy. The short fat man had not been able to keep up with his and Pan’s furious swordfight. Smee peered over his spectacles, but the Captain shook his head abruptly. He did not want to talk about it.

Smee got into the boat and Hook shoved it off, Smee at the oars. As they rowed to the Jolly Roger, Hook saw a shadow flash among the stars. So Peter was off to visit his girlfriend to hear more stories. How childish. However, the immediate blast of cold air was enough to chill his bones, and frost was beginning to form on his hair and mustache.

“Row faster, blast you” he commanded Smee, and Smee did seem to row with more effort. They both knew that if the ocean froze it would surely crush the small dinghy. The icy water would swallow them whole. Blocks of ice were already appearing on the surface. Captain Hook cursed his wet clothes and felt them freeze to his skin.

It was twenty minutes before the Captain and his mate made it to the ship. The crew threw down ropes and hauled the boat, men and all, onto the deck. The Captain and Smee were both shivering, and Smee nearly hustled Hook into the cabin to start a fire. *Oh dear, and you in wet clothes.*

“Blast that boy, and these clothes,” Hook bellowed, although he did peel them off his body as soon as the door was shut. Smee helped with what he needed to. The brace was harder to remove than normal, for the leather had gone stiff with the cold. It left painful red marks across the Captain’s arm and shoulders. “I’ll snap his neck, on me honor.”

Smee nodded thoughtfully. “That will be a great day.” He hurried to light the fire. The air in the cabin was dusty and painfully cold. The Captain sniffled. *Let’s get a blanket on you.” He drug a chair over to the fireplace.

The Captain had donned new breeches and was currently pacing around the room like a caged tiger. “He’ll be coming back soon, to fly directly to his hideout. Perhaps I could trick him into holding a torch to light the way.” Smee looked at the Captain curiously. He felt extremely simple, at these times, and could not fathom if the Captain was joking or not.

Hook's face looked paler than usual, and his handsome dark curls gave him an almost vampiric glow. “Captain, why don’t you sit down for just a moment. You look a little pale.” Hook looked at Smee with distaste.

“I feel fine, stop fussing.” He went to his maps, marking where he had spotted Peter that day. “I’ll find him. This is the third time I’ve caught him near Rainbow Pond. He can’t live far.”

“Sure. Let me go get your dinner.”

“I’m not hungry. Leave me for the night.”

“Aye, Cap’n.” Smee left, and the Captain poured over his maps for several hours. At the bell to mark midnight, Smee noticed that the candle light was still showing through the cracks under the captain’s door. He boiled some tea and brought it with him to knock on the door.

“Cap’n? I’ve got some tea for you.”

“Come in,” Hook was still at his table. His eyes were wild. “I figured it out, Smee. The mermaids! Those wretches are hiding him!”

Smee carefully set down the tea in front of the captain. “Really?”

“Of course, it all makes sense! Underwater is the last place I would think to look. That idiot thinks he’s so clever. I’ll make a fool of him yet! I’ll drown him in his house!” The Captain was smiling with wild delight.

Smee took a huge risk and put a hand on the Captain’s shoulder. “Cap’n, that’s great news. I’ll tell the boys we’re going to kill Pan tomorrow.” He put his other hand on Hook’s forehead, which tipped the pirate off that Smee was concerned. He hesitated for a moment, as Smee’s hand felt stunningly cold against his skin.

Smee frowned, and Hook looked at him questioningly. “Perhaps it’s time for bed now. Come, I’ll fluff your pillows.” Smee left him and while his back was turned, Hook felt his own forehead. It was burning up. He wondered what nonsense he had to have been spouting if even Smee, who was never quick on the uptake, could tell he was not well. Mermaids…

Hook usually would not let anyone put him to bed, but at this moment he was inclined to agree with Smee that perhaps it was time to lie down. As he pulled up the covers, Smee moved the tea to the bed. When the Captain was finally horizontal, his fatigue suddenly hit him like a train. He looked at the tea longingly, but couldn’t muster up the strength to reach out and drink. His eyes already felt heavy.

“Smee,” Hook said, looking at his stump.

“Yes, Cap’n,” Smee said, pausing. “It hurts,” Hook said, feeling pitiful.

“I know,” Smee said. He reached in a side drawer and pulled out a soothing cream he could rarely convince Hook to use. “Here you are.” Even in this state, he knew better than to offer to apply it himself. The last time he had Hook had destroyed the room in a wild fit of rage. The stump still made him uncomfortable even now, though he had been the one to sew it up.

The Captain looked at the cream. He wondered if the pain in his severed limb made him stronger. It certainly fueled his rage when he suffered another loss against Pan. It kept him focused. Perhaps, though, it was something he deserved. A kind of karma, for all the lives he took.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Smee said, and Hook realized he said that last part out loud. He eyed Smee warily, though he knew nothing he said would ever leave this cabin. He almost hated that he trusted Smee that much.

“We’ll talk about it all tomorrow,” Smee said soothingly. Hook hoped that Smee would never address it again. Smee doused the candles and shut the door with a simple goodnight. Hook felt his mind running wild, but sleep quickly found him.

#peter pan #captain hook #james hook #whumpcember2023 day 1 #whumpcember #hurt/some comfort #whumpcember2023 day1 #whumpcember2023day1

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hi hi hiii! can i request a swordfighting scene between villain and their sidekick? anything else is up to you <3

CW. Blood

“You are the hero's comrade.” the villain sneered, pointing the edge of the blade against the sidekick's neck. The sword was imbued in a bloody red aura, cracking after it grazed the sidekick's skin; whose blood trickled down without the wound healing. The villain's gaze darkened by the sight of the blood, cutting the wound deeper while ignoring the winces leaving the sidekick's throat. They wanted this person's cut off, but wouldn't it make the hero sad?

They raised their sword, preparing the blade to cut the sidekick's neck with graceful control and precision. But before their blade reaches the sidekick's skin, a shimmering yellow aura halts them, knocking the blade out of the villain's hand. The hero came to save the day, kicking the sidekick away from their enemy's reach, and slashing strands of the villain's hair. Their blade was close to cutting their enemy's neck, but crimson red energy halted their sword. All they could do was grit their teeth in annoyance, pulling away their swords and swinging on the other side of the villain's neck.

But this time, the villain created a vicious crimson sword with black and red edges fighting in dominance; in which, defending the hero's second attack. “Long time no see, hero,” they snickered, their black robes swinging with the breeze while dodging the hero's impending attacks. Their swords clashed together at a speed no human could see, and despite having power— the sidekick could only grit their teeth for not being able to watch them fight. Even if they try to help the hero, they'll die in a single incision, without mercy.

The fight never ends as the dust continues to cloud around them, their powers fighting in a lightning strike for every clash of their blades. Gold and crimson dance inside the globe of dust, and it is clear none of them desires to give up. The sidekick watched the fight , waiting for the hero to come out with the villain's head in their hand. The swords meeting together finally come to an end, then the globe of dust fades.

The villain's sword breaks into pieces, but recreates again with a single snap of their finger. Their hero, yet, only wiped their sweat and raised their hand— pulling the invisible thread they tied around the villain— their nemesis came flying in front of them, kneeling like an obedient dog with a leash on their neck.

“Fascinating,” the villain said, dropping their sword on the ground and dissipating into the air. “I never knew you had such a playful trick,”

“Of course, you knew.” the hero stared at the villain's grin, but why does the sidekick feel betrayed rather than excited? The hero has the villain's life on their hand, this is worth celebrating! They stood up but fell on the ground as if they were limp. Confusion played on their faces, they were about to shout for the hero's help but stopped when no sound came

out of their mouth.

What the hell is happening?

“You tried to kill my sidekick.” they ran their thumb on the villain's lips, gazing at their villain like how a lover would stare at each other. “And you've fallen in love with my thread like a dog feeling a sense of belonging, how could I not suspect that you want to experience it again?”

Those words sent heat down on the villain’s body, acting like this is indeed worth it if the hero is going to treat them in this way. They intentionally covered the sidekick’s presence, even if the hero is well aware their comrade is watching with an open eye. Both chose to ignore the surprised sidekick, covering their eyesight with fog for them to stop peeping. The hero gave a side way glance on their helpless sidekick staring in nowhere, then returned their gaze at the villain on their knees.

“What experience?” the villain asked, batting their eyelashes as a faint breath escaped their lips after the hero pulled the thread up— blood trickled on the golden thread, grazing the villain's skin like a scalpel. Rather than wincing on the pain, a leer draws on their lips, gazing at the hero with hazy eyes. They reached at their neck, feeling the dull thread on their neck and the blood decorated on it. “Oh this?”

“… Exactly,” the hero muttered under their breath, their aloof gaze unalterable, though there was a faint blush flushing on their ears that the villain noticed. The villain cocked their head, extending their hand to stroke the blood on the hero’s cheeks, down to their lips. A smile ran on their lips, staring at their hero with daring eyes. They stopped their hand on the hero’s chest, clutching it, and ripping it apart, revealing the fresh wound they marked yesterday. The fresh wound scarred into the villain’s initials, their eyes flashing red when the blood on their hand marks it again.

“I wonder who is the real dog right now,”

“For such a cute little kitten to want a leash, you are really daring.” the hero breathed out, “I may be your loyal servant, but it doesn’t mean that I can’t tie you up in a bed.”

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Well, this one was a really fun piece! One of the 2022 last pieces before 2023!

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OH LUPINAR IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME

So, Lupinar is a character that appeared in one of the MK stories at the back of the Hulk! Magazine, #13

(same comic from which I grabbed this panel in one of my previous posts:)

So, Lupinar was a wealthy criminal who wanted to fund a terrorist organisation by selling stolen goods (namely, a golden Horus statuette that looks nothing like Horus but let's not delve into these details)

(Leaving this panel here because it's very funny considering that at this point of the lore MK had nothing to do with Egyptian stuff, it was introduced at the start of his first regular run two years later. I HOPE IT AIN'T AN OMEN)

Long story short, Lupinar sees Moon Knight as a threat to his operations so he puts a lot of effort on collecting info on him so to try to organise a whole thing to bring him down for good

And yes, MK went undercover as Marc Spector and it's one of the veeery few times in the original comics where that guy shows up

This page has a little of backstory for him:

And they decided to settle it with a swordfight and I LOOOOOOOVED that because it reminded sooo much of one of my favourite scenes of classic Doctor Who

This scene, from the Sea Devils when the Master tires to fight his way out of prison with a sword and the Doctor steals his sandwich (cw: 70s low budget incidental music, bit of an earrape)

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Anyway, Lupinar accidentally dies impaled in MK's sword while they were locked into fight and that was it for this character

#moon knight #moon knight comics #moon knight 2016 #lemire #smallwood #bellaire #torres #francavilla #stokoe #xenon reacts #q tag #Youtube

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linaselandbasil · 1 year

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So I'm finally here with the hairy Lance drawings. My back hurts, I'm tired, I'm DONE, so these are probably good.

CW: boys kissing teehee~

FIRST ONE

THE SECOND!!!!

This took the longest, but it's not my favorite. I researched what muscle groups are most important for swordfighting and made them bigger than the rest. Also, as per usual for me, I didn't make every single muscle visible snd pronounced, since that's unrealistic for anyone who isn't a body builder. Fat stores energy, which a soldier like Lance needs a lot of. On this illustration his abdominal muscles are clearly defined, meaning that he's under 15% body fat. That doesn't necessarily mean that he is underweight, since he's quite likely to be so muscular that it's still a lot of fat compared to an average person.

Yes I did draw the pp, no it's not that remarkable. You can still message me if you want to see it.

By FAR my favorite! Dynamic lines, bold shapes, striking yet harmonious colours! I love this drawing!

While I made this, I was trying to capture a moment when he has his guard down and yet, my stupid ass forgot to add the double chin I've been thinking about for over a week. He's sitting on a couch I had absolutely no interest in rendering, he's watching TV, pretending to understand what the fuck Dr. Haus is talking about. He has his adorable love handles out and as the cherry on top, Amaya is resting on his glorious tum tum! You wanna be there too, don't you, keep dreaming, he's 2D.

(Also, I added a massive bulge. Do with it what you will.)

I had some trouble drawing the face. The first try looked like an anime art style and I don't fuck with that. I literally had to whip out the free deform tool to fix this man's yaoi nose. Oh, apropo yaoi.

LAST ONE!

I got distracted. DM me if you want to see the ass zone. I included his missing arm, since I was kind enough to chop it off in my fanfiction.

Well, I'm sorry two arm Lance lovers, but when beemoov said "we found a lot of blood and his companion ripped to bits" I imagined a singular arm sitting in the pool of blood. It stuck. I will not apologize.

So, @party-in-eldarya, are you satisfied with the results? I only wanted to make a comic with at most two panels where Lance says 'Vinnie how do I shave my balls??' And he says 'I don't even have balls!!!' but it didn't turn out.

Also @isatisnn. I know you'd want to see this. Boobs, blond and non blond murderers, boys kissing. Seems like yod like it here.

#eldarya #aadiftraf #lance eldarya #unhinged #eldarya leiftan #digital art #boys kissing #more like men kissing #men kissing #leiftan x lance

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eg515 · 1 year

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I tagged 6,172 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

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sorority girl: His name is Hoover 🥺

Bobby: like the vacuum cleaner?

girl: no, like the president

Bobby: (well, that's stupid...)

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Bobby: this is Hoover, our new dog! 🐶

Athena: ...like the vacuum cleaner?

Bobby: exactly! 😀

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I love that Klaus is like "I can excuse betraying me, attacking me, desiccating my body, chaining me up, locking me in a coffin, and putting me away in a storage locker to rot for all eternity, but I draw the line at you cheating on Caroline and lying to her about it". love to see his priorities are in order

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not to undermine any of their skills, but it's interesting to see that Ardeth fought Lock Nah several times before, and Evie fought Anck Su Namun before, all of them doing fancy swordfighting things, but both Evie and Ardeth came out winning the last time after they punched/headbutted their opponent, a move that just screams Rick O'Connell. Rick also does some fancy swordfighting thingy similar to Evie and Ardeth's style when fighting Imhotep, proving that the three of them totally had sparring practice in the ten years between the two movies and spent time together

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#year in review #huh. these are interesting #i definitely didn't feel like i posted about 911 this much but okay #the top5 seems fair though #but my longest tag is sadly one i shared from someone else. oh well #interesting that two of my top5 posts are only a month old #fun though. and it's definitely nice to see the mummy up there too #eg rambles

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Die Teufelsblume | Devil's Flower [WT] - Yes it's a WIP now

Genre: Fantasy Setting: A sunset world full of magical oddities, too-old beings, and graffiti Contains: A Chosen One way out of her depth, a grouchy mantis wizard, a rebel leader in her sixties who loves to cook and swordfight, a love triangle that stoutly refuses to be romantic, a common goal with contradictory paths leading towards it... or are they

CW: Death mention

Britta is only trying to navigate life between finishing school and finding a real job, but that goes out the window when one warm summer evening jog lands her somewhere entirely else.

Returning to her own world quickly slides down on her list of priorities when a two-metre-tall mantis kidnaps her, informing her she is The Chosen One - and he, a powerful wizard called Uzir and wanted by the government, will try nearly everything to stop her from fulfilling the prophecy the common people put their hopes in. Why? Because he knows exactly that is how the current Dark Ruler came into power, and he is bent on breaking the cycle.

It's Britta's luck that he is close friends with the rebel leader, a resolute lady with a functioning - human - moral compass who put her foot down about straight-up killing her before Uzir even set out to find her. Instead, Britta gets stuck with the rebels, under Uzir's close supervision, and has to try to come to terms with the many impossibilities this new home throws at her...

Meanwhile, elsewhere, two more new arrivals, Lucia and Elias, reach the world by what turns out to be the more conventional way - going sideways at death. From a tall dark stranger they are both immediately fascinated by, they hear about the prophecy promising salvation to the downtrodden people.

None of them quite want to get involved, but through a series of misunderstood attempts to impress each other, they embark on a quest to find the chosen one, and help her fulfill the prophecy.

They know, from rumours shared in hushed voices, they have to be wary of crossing a powerful wizard who wants the chosen one for his own ends: Uzir, the Devil's Flower.

Britta is the chosen one. Apparently. She doesn't know how or why, but she does know she agrees with the grouchy mantis wizard who informed her of this and scared her half to death in the process about one thing: she wants no part of it. She's busy enough trying to wrap her head around how her previously perfectly normal life could devolve into this mess full of talking animals and rebel conspiracies - oh and maybe find her way back to her own world at some point.

Uzir is the Devil's Flower. Known to be magically powerful and recalcitrant, he ended on a government most-wanted list almost without any effort on his part. He became tall because interacting with humans as an insect is a pain in the ass - unfortunately, it only helped so much, and he can count those he considers friends on his front tibiae.

Tris is the rebel leader. She's been around, and her experience helps her in keeping the morale up and the rebellion going. Not quite cut out to be the team mom, she is nonetheless trusted and loved among her followers, with always an open ear for their fears and worries. She certainly has been tempted to just try and fulfill the prophecy, but Uzir, a trusted friend of many years, remembers what happened the last time, and she agrees shoving the problem down a generation or two to be disagreeable.

Lucia and Elias ended up here after an unfortunate early death at a date gone catastrophically wrong. They're glad they're together at least, but agree the attempt at taking their long-standing friendship to the next level was a failure and any further attempts should be taken very carefully - much to Lucia's chagrin. These matters must take a backseat when their youthful idealism is called upon in the fight against an evil overlord... but that is easier said than done.

Brock, like many of the humans living in this world, is a sort of undead, and has been here for years. He takes a fancy to Lucia - but quickly puts a stop to it when he realizes she and Elias are new and exactly as young as they look. Instead, he takes it upon himself to guide them in this world that surely must be frightening to them. He never would have dreamed this to end with him being roped along in such a dangerous adventure.

Sissel is the Queen, having claimed her throne from the evil lord who ruled before she, the chosen one, fulfilled her destiny. Ever since, there has always been one more thing to fix before she laid down her power - reaching further and further across boundaries she never thought she would cross. But she is the chosen one, so surely she must be in the right...

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