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One Hell of a Love (Book 2) Chapter One

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter One: One Hell of a Circus

Summary: Ciel gets a new assignment, and he, Sebastian, and (Y/N) go the circus.

(Y/N) and Sebastian sat across from Ciel as he reread the Queen’s latest letter once more. She spoke of circus troupe that travelled across the country and how the troupe’s visits coincided with the disappearances of children, of whom no trace, alive or dead, had been found since. People were beginning to whisper in fear of how the children disappeared into the night as if lured away by the Pied Piper. The Queen requested Ciel find the children and return them home as well as find the perpetrators.

“Young Master,” said Sebastian. “If you are attributing this case to the Underworld, will we be calling on him again?”

“To be honest, I would prefer to avoid it, but…” Ciel shivered at the idea of what chaos Soma could be causing in his townhouse. “I want to get back to the manor as soon as possible. Let’s go.”

“That’s wise,” said (Y/N).

“Are you in, Undertaker?” said Ciel as he stepped into the shop.

“I bid thee welcome, Lord Earl!” giggled Undertaker. “Does your Lordship finally feel like stepping into the coffin that I’ve made specially for you, hmm?”

“Why, you…” Ciel shivered.

“In any case, have a seat,” said Undertaker. “I’ve just baked some cookies!”

Ciel denied having a dog treat and instead explained the current case he was working on.

“The corpses of children, hm…” said Undertaker.

“They are treated as missing as being missing in polite society, and no bodies or the like have been found,” said Sebastian.

“Well, in the Underworld, you see dead children every day, after all,” said Undertaker. “You’re weeell aware of that, aren’t you, Earl?”

“I’ve brought the files along,” said Ciel, and (Y/N) procured the missing children’s files. “Among them, are there any you’ve cleaned up?”

(Y/N) handed the paper to Undertaker, and he looked through. He giggled. “Who can say? Mayhaps there are? Maybe something amusing will bring it all back? You understand what I’m getting at, Milord??? Give it to me~! Bestow upon me the choicest laughter! Then I shall tell you anything!”

“Sebastian,” said Ciel.

“Very well,” said Sebastian, getting awfully focused for someone who was about to do comedy.

“Relying on him again, are you?” chuckled Undertaker. “Guhuhu! Is Milord a child who cannot do a thing unless Master Butler is around? I don’t care who it is as long as it’s amusing!”

Ciel’s eyes twitched. “I’ll do it.”

“Are you sure?” said (Y/N) in amusement.

“You two get out. Do not peek. I command you.” Ciel was humiliated enough as it was.

“Yes, my Lord,” said Sebastian, bowing.

(Y/N) and Sebastian stood outside the door of Undertaker’s shop.

“Do you think he can do it?” said (Y/N).

“Well, I can’t say the Young Master has never amused me, but it was usually accidental,” said Sebastian with a smirk.

The two demons stood side-by-side as they waited. The sun rose and lowered until dusk tinged the sky. Finally, a giggle escaped through the door faintly. (Y/N) and Sebastian looked into the shop. Ciel was standing and panting, having taken off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Undertaker was giggling lightly.

“Oh, I say,” said Undertaker. “To think the Earl Phantomhive would go that far!”

“What on Earth did you do?” said Sebastian, tutting as he fixed Ciel’s suit again.

“Don’t ask,” said Ciel.

(Y/N) smirked. “You must have been trying very hard. It must be disappointing to get just a giggle.”

“And for you to resort to performing tricks in the name of the Queen…you really are a dog,” said Sebastian musingly.

“Enough. Shut your mouths,” said Ciel, an irk mark appearing. He turned to Undertaker. “Now I’ve paid your fee. So let’s hear about the children.”

“There aren’t any,” said Undertaker, grinning.

(Y/N), Ciel, and Sebastian went black. “Huh?”

“None of these children were among my costumers, nor have I heard rumors about them in the underworld,” said Undertaker.

“So you didn’t know anything about this incident at all?” Ciel’s irk mark grew larger.

“Not quite. I know that I ‘do not know’ about it,” said Undertaker mischievously.

Ciel deadpanned. “Did you deceive me?”

“Not at all!” said Undertaker brightly. “This is terrible useful information, is it not?”

“Indeed,” said (Y/N). “If you do not know and have heard of no such bodies, then that means the children are likely to still be alive for now.”

“In which case, we have no other option left to us but to investigate said Circus Troupe directly,” said Ciel. He turned to the door. “Undertaker, contact me if you come across any information.”

“Milord,” said Undertaker as Ciel opened the door. He smirked. “A person has but one soul. Take good care of yours.”

The words hung in the air of the moment.

“I already know that,” said Ciel with finality, stepping outside. Sebastian followed as did (Y/N) but for a final glance at Undertaker.

Strange man.

“This must be it,” said Ciel as he looked up at the brightly lit sign saying “Noah’s Ark Circus.”

Colorful lights and streams lit the spaces between tents and confectionary and game stands, and people eagerly ran around trying out every food and game available. Various workers in cheery outfits kept people busy and enjoying themselves. There were no frowns on a single human face. (Y/N) never trusted appearances, so they remained on edge in the circus. After all, they all

“By sight, it seems like an ordinary circus,” he continued as they walked into the main tent and sat down.

A spotlight illuminated the dirt stage below. A man (Y/N) assumed was the troupe leader stood in the center, bright orange hair and colorful face paint stark amongst the darkness of the tent.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Guests and friends! Boys and girls! On this fine day, we welcome ye to the Noah’s Ark Circus!” He flipped out eight colorful balls, and (Y/N) noticed one of his hands was a prosthesis, clearly modeled after a skeleton. “I am Joker!” He continued speaking while juggling until the rest of the main attractions of the troupe appeared in the tent beside him, still shadowed. “This circus, ‘tis packed full of acts to entertain and astound ye. Now! With a spectacular blast from our fire-eater, let the show of the century begin!” The fire-eater blew a blast of flames into the air, and the audience clapped.

Joker gestured to the trapeze bar above him. “Next we have the flying trapeze act, with a duo in perfect sync!”

Two twins, looking like young teenagers, posed before performing. They flew across the sky with ease, jumping from bar to bar. The audience gasped in fear as the girl fell lower, past the bar, but in a smoothly planned maneuver, the brother caught the girl. The audience clapped appreciatively as they landed safely and bowed.

“And never missing a target, the knife thrower with a perfect record!” said Joker.

The knife thrower spun his assistant on a circular target and threw a barrage of knives. The crowd gasped and fretted, but once the target slowed to a stop, it was revealed the assistant was perfectly fine and unharmed. Each knife was precisely framing her body so she left a silhouette behind when she stood up.

“There’s nothing particularly special about the program,” said Ciel, unimpressed.

“Yes. It is the usual circus,” said (Y/N).

“It does not seem as though the missing children are being made to perform either,” said Sebastian.

“For the next act, the princess of our circus undertakes her death-defying tightrope walk!” said Joker extravagantly. A performer dress in white and decorated in roses carried a parasol as she walked across a tightrope, suspended high above the ground.

“If the goal wasn’t to put the children on display, then perhaps the travelling route of the circus coinciding with the missing children is simply coincidence?” considered Ciel.

“And yet humans are such monstrously creative creatures that there are doubtless many reasons to kidnap children outside of using them as performers,” said (Y/N).

“Now we have an extremely rare creature, half-man and half-snake. A magnificent dance by the snake man!” declared Joker, and a boy with white hair and a hint of scales among his skin moved in time to music as the snakes curling around him swayed.

A whip cracked as the music ended, and Joker grinned.

“And last but certainly not least, the star of our circus makes her entrance!” announced Joker.

A woman with curly black hair in a black outfit that was reminiscent of a jester and a dominatrix grinned at the audience with a whip in hand. Behind her in a cage waited a tiger.

“I would dearly love to have ye, the audience, participate in this act,” said Joker. “But only adults, please! No children in the final act.”

Ciel tched. “It looks as if coming to this circus was rather a waste of time.” Sebastian stood up suddenly, stiff and focused.

“Sebastian?” said (Y/N), raising an eyebrow.

“What is it, did you fin—” Ciel was cut off as Joker spoke.

“Good sir in the tailcoat, I see ye are most eager!” He chuckled gaily. “Hie ye to the stage then! Right this way, good man.”

Ah. It’s an opportunity to get close, thought Ciel. “Go on, then.”

“Yes, sir,” said Sebastian.

Ciel watched Sebastian descend and climb over the barrier into the circus ring. Though he’s managed to get close to them, with all these people watching how do you expect to investigate?

“Well, then, sir, might ye lie down over—!”

Sebastian ignored Joker and went right to the tiger, caressing its face. “Oh, my, what round eyes you have!”

The audience, and indeed Joker and the tamer, too, all froze at his words, aghast and afraid for his safety. Ciel short-circuited. He had forgotten one crucial fact about Sebastian: he loved cats. Tigers were cats.

“Vivid stripes the likes of which I have never seen…And such soft ears,” crooned Sebastian, totally in love with the tiger before as he was with every cat he met. “You take my breath away.”

(Y/N)’s nose twitched. Some things never changed, and they had to admit, they still liked seeing Sebastian be so gentle with the animals that were (Y/N)’s demonic motif.

“Oh? Your claws have gotten a touch long,” continued Sebastian, heedless to the expressions of everyone watching him. He just loved cats. “You must not let your grooming go amiss now. Your paw pads are plump and also most enchanting.”

The tiger’s maw closed around his face.

Sebastian should know cats don’t usually like being touched, thought (Y/N). No sympathy there.

The rest of the crowd screamed, and Ciel sighed.

“Betty! Let go of him!” cried the tamer, and she cracked her whip towards the tiger.

Sebastian caught the whip with one hand and removed his head from Betty’s jaws before she was injured. “She is not to blame. In the face of such loveliness, I simply could not stop myself from being thoughtlessly rude.” He glanced up at (Y/N). Some beings are just too tempting, albeit in different ways. “Furthermore, one cannot train animals by just blindly swinging one’s whip.”

The tamer’s face turned red in angry embarrassment. Before she could respond, Betty leapt up and bit down on the back of Sebastian’s head.

“Betty! Spit him out now!” cried the tamer.

“My, my, so aggressive!” said Sebastian affectionately.

“Who told you to go that far?” said Ciel as they walked out of the tent.

“Forgive me.” Sebastian was positively glowing with happiness after his encounter with the tiger. “I have been alive for a long time, but cats are so whimsical, I can never quite read them.” He smirked at (Y/N).

“Of course you couldn’t. Cats are untamable. We merely allow others in our presence,” said (Y/N) playfully.

“And that is precisely one of the reasons I like them. They are discerning and know their power,” said Sebastian teasingly.

(Y/N)’s heart twisted at his words. How nice it would be if he was speaking directly to them.

Ciel sneezed, breaking the moment. “You know I’m allergic to cats! Stay away from me!”

“There! There he is! Ye there, sir! Ye in the tailcoat!” Joker came running up behind them, calling to Sebastian, and the butler and maid paused while Ciel stopped a few paces on. “We really are sorry about what ‘appened back there.”

“Not at all. Please forgive my untoward behavior,” said Sebastian, smiling.

“Shocked me clean out my mind, ye did! Suddenly getting all close to the tiger like that. Where ye got bit, are ye sure it’s alright?” said Joker worriedly. “Anyway, it might be a good idea to get our troupe doctor to take a look at ye. Come ‘round back, if ye would.”

Behind (Y/N) and Sebastian, Ciel stepped behind a stand. This was a chance for Sebastian to get closer to the troupe and properly investigate. Sebastian smirked.

“Much obliged,” he said.

“And your companion can come, too, of course. We’re not in the business of leaving people alone here at the circus!” said Joker jovially, smiling at (Y/N).

They smiled and patted Sebastian’s shoulder. They seemed like a caring human friend. “I would like to make sure he gets to the tent and back safely.”

“Of course! Come on, then!” said Joker, leading the way to the housing tents of the circuses.

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twst-beam · 10 months

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I see you are in need of prompts, then I shall humbly bestow upon thee some a prompt.

Hmm, what about going to a farmer's market with *insert YOUR favourite character here*? I believe in shameless self-enjoyment when it comes to writing; be self-indulgent. Don't you want to go apeshit?

Also do give your hands a well deserved rest every so often ^v^

ohohohoho you're giving me a lot of power with the YOUR favorite character there dove dear, but alright let's go >:D

Gifts

??? words, featuring my THREE favorite boyos because self-indulgence ftw <3

Deuce Spade

Going to the farmer's market was his idea; the two of you needed groceries, and it just so happened that the farmer's market was convenient for you.

Early morning, it was decided, it would double as a date, and both of you were early risers anyway. It'd also boost the morale of the farmers, Deuce had reasoned, and you fell all over again.

A wicker basket, two, so that you could carry your purchases home, although Deuce insisted he'd carry all of them for you, and you laughed and told him no.

The morning sun shone brightly as you walked towards the farmer's market, feeding a few ducks along the way as you walked by the lake and watching as Deuce's expressions softened every time, it was cute, and he grinned sheepishly when he caught you staring.

The entrance to the farmer's market was marked by a decorated arc, and it was peaceful and fun as the two of you walked around, buying produce and chatting with the stall owners, at one point Deuce was given a comically large round of cheese to carry home when he fought off a bunch of menaces from an old lady's stall.

But the real highlight of that morning was when Deuce found the chicks.

One, two, three, more chicks than he could count properly waddled around in a pen, and with a joke, an exclamation of wonder, and a hopeful confirmation, the two of you brought home two very full wicker baskets and a baby chick that rested on Deuce's head.

Jade Leech

Though he thought foraging in the mountains would have been a better decision for both your budget and experience, he relented when he saw the eagerness in your eyes.

By midmorning, you were dragging him to the farmer's market, chattering about the crafts and produce that could be found, and he smiled despite himself.

He watched as you conversed eagerly with the merchants, calmly observing how you skilfully picked the best produce, and how you looked at the crafts with admiration.

You had just purchased a new scarf, wrapping it around your neck and grinning as you waved at him to come over.

"Jade, Jade, look at this one"

He leans over as you took a scarf from the layed out pile on the table, and widened his eyes slightly as he saw what made you wave him over.

"Mushroom print," you smiled as you showed it to him, "and with the coloration and teal ruffles it reminded me of you"

He took it gently from your hands, noticing how the fabric was smooth but thick enough to warm, and kissed your forehead.

"Thank you, my pearl"

You muttered a "you're welcome", dazed by the sudden display of affection as he thanked the stall owner and payed for the scarf, bringing you out of your reverie.

"Hey, wait a minute, I was the one supposed to pay for that, not you"

Jade grinned, displaying his sharp teeth, eyes glinting with mischief as he feigned innocence.

"You were?"

You huffed, "it was supposed to be my gift for you, for bringing me here."

He leaned closer, scarf now hanging from his neck as he tapped his lips in thought, smirk giving away his intentions.

"Then what about a different gift?"

Rook Hunt

Your expedition to the farmer's market was on a whim, a fancy, a spur of the moment thing, but who were you to complain? the moment his hand held yours you couldn't help but go anywhere he wanted.

So there you were, between the rows of stalls and booths, illuminated by the fairy lights as Rook marveled at each product, generously purchasing trinkets and produce and whatever caught his eye.

You couldn't help but smile as Rook's exclamations of fascination and wonder brought smiles to the farmers' faces, and as you sat he waxed poetic about all the beauties the market provided, and you looked at the moon, content to hear him speak amidst the chatter and bustle of the bazaars.

"...but you know what the most amazing thing is in this place, mon amour?"

You closed your eyes, tilting your head as you emitted a curious "hmm?"

He held your hand, looking into your eyes as he smiled in adoration.

"You."

#my stuff #calira's writings #heartslabyul #octavinelle #pomefiore #deuce spade #jade leech #rook hunt #deuce spade x reader #jade leech x reader #rook hunt x reader #thank you for the prompt dove dear this was FUN :DD

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itsapplephie · 2 months

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I've met you once upon a dream

The memories of a child and his fairy godfather

At Wild Rose Castle

It was a serene night, as the moon casted its gentle glow upon the world. A lone figure made its way towards a castle in a part of what is now Briar Valley. The castle was once under the future queen of Briar Valley and then by the humans who defeated her, but was now abandoned. Thorns crept along the walls and floor which made it a bit hard to walk, one should carefully navigate their way through it when doing so. Arriving at what was once a throne room, a raven hovered around before landing near the throne and transforming into a male. While ruffling his wings, he took notice of what seemed to be a cradle placed near the throne.

“Oh? What might this be?”

Leaning over he looked into the cradle to see what was in it. In the cradle was a baby who looked only a few months old, sound asleep, seemingly lost in his own dreams. On top of the blankets wrapped around it was a ring in a necklace that had what seemed like an aurora colored magic stone. Reaching out to touch it, the baby’s hand twitched and what one can only describe as a pair of majestic aurora colored eyes blinked open. His breath hitched as he looked at those eyes, those eyes that looked so familiar a gleam.

“The Knight of Dawn,” he mumbled as he brushed away the baby’s golden hair from its face. A rush of anger washed over him and the air crackled as his magic came to be.

“A baby abandoned in this castle after a few years of them taking over it, it looks like you’re his child with the princess, now aren’t you, little apple?,” the baby only laughed in response to his touch. "And it seems like you were blessed by the diurnal fairies of the human court nonetheless."

This child is his child. The child of the murderer of his wife, his beloved flower of evil. A voice inside him told him to kill the child in his arms.

"Well, well, I shall bestow a curse upon you, little prince. A curse in exchange of what your father did," he smiled wickedly. "Indeed with grace and beauty you may grow but in death like sleep you shall be in, never to be awoken by anyone."

Another voice spoke to spare the human child. Was he not the one who wanted for both human and fae to live peacefully together? And even so, is it right to blame a child for its father’s actions? He paused in his incantation as his magic was weaving itself to form the curse.

"But, when someone who truly loves you will come, then you shall awaken. This curse will last until the end of time. No power in this world can change it!" With incantation finished, the curse was cast upon the child replacing the blessing that was once placed upon it.

As the curse was placed, the baby suddenly cried, startling the man. He stood up gently and rocked the baby in his arms but it won’t stop crying. Humming a lullaby that his own wife used to sing to their egg, the baby gradually calmed down and sniffling it looked up at him. Levan Draconia, now Dire Crowley, looked at the baby of who used to be his enemy in his arms.

“Hello, little apple, it is nice to meet you. Although, I am quite surprised that my mere presence near you seemed to awaken you from your blessed sleep,” he brought the baby’s face closer to him. “Though I saw this exact scene in one of my visions, I didn’t exactly expect it to happen now."

The baby stopped sniffling and touched his face with its hands, cupping its hand with his fingers he leaned into its touch as it seemed content when he did so. “Well, little apple, I seem to not know what your name is and you,” he booped its nose, “yourself don’t know too.”

“Now what shall I call you, hmm? Little apple?,” the baby giggled at the name. “It does suit you but it doesn’t have something to it. How about little briar rose?,” the baby seemed to look at him confused. “No? Well how about little beastie?,” the baby smiled at him when he said the name.

“Little beastie it is! It quite suits you, doesn’t it, little beastie?,” he gently laid the baby on the cradle once more and arranged the blankets to tuck it in comfortably. “Little beastie, though I have seemingly broken the spell bestowed upon you I am not the one destined to raise you. It won’t be for another hundred years or so before my dearest friend will come and you will once again be awoken from your slumber. I’m sure he’ll come to love you so and raise you well to be a fine knight.”

“Until then, sleep soundly and enjoy your dreams. When the time comes that you are awakened, I shall come to you and watch over you. I’m so kind, aren’t I, little beastie?,” he said as the curse's magic washed over it and lulling the baby to sleep.

After making sure that the baby is asleep once more, he gently placed the ring that he set aside. The ring seemed to glow, as if it was trying to tell him something. Finding his way towards the open window, he stepped outside transforming into a raven and flying away.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55079935/chapters/139645546

#twst dire crowley #dire crowley #twst silver #silver & crowley #silver twst #crowley is levan theory #levan draconia

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yourblues · 1 year

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"Now I bid you my farewell, and I bestow my gratitude upon you, Child of Man,"

malleus asks yuu to put his belongings inside his room to attend a meeting. anyways!! can be interpreted as romantic or platonic

gn!yuu + malleus draconia

There's just something similar on how everyone treats yuu, and it's a distinct one. And it's their trust for yuu, from everything they do to how they act to the others.

— Malleus Draconia; the side you won't admit.

”Would it be fine for me to entrust these books opon you, child of man? though I suppose these books are heavy enough for a hu—"

Clutching the books casually, malleus stopped and had a look of surprise plastered on his face, then chuckled in amusement, looking at your posture holding a stack of ancient books.

"this much is nothing" yuu didn't show much reaction, but this is the least they can do to repay everything their horned-friend has done for you.

Malleus had once again gone to another book store within the city, of course, without neither Silver or Sebek, his loyal guards. It's a specially leisure time for him, that is, until duty calls and his guardian had exposed his whereabouts.

"Dear Malleus, it seems that you've gone nowhere as the other dorm leaders have no clue whatsoever on your whereabouts...." Lilia spoke as he approaches Malleus while levitating in front of him.

This is going to be a lecture of a life time.

"How lucky I am indeed to encounter you just before the dorm leader's meeting,"

"Ah, Lilia, a dorm leader's meeting is going to be held today?" Malleus asks, truly knowing nothing about the current events, as he is not invited.

Lilia grins cheekily, "now let us commence forth, to the headmaster's room!"

Malleus, upon realizing the luggage he brought from city asked Lilia to stop, "Did you go to the city again? Oh dear, pray tell what your grandmother might say to you"

Guilty as charged.

—That's how it came to be.

"Ah right, Child of man," Malleus realizes something as he and yuu walks together, "I suppose you might need to take hold on this,"

And he hands you over his precious toy, the Gao-Gao Dragon-kun Lilia gave him 10 years ago.

"Huh? W—...wait, Isn't this..?" Taken aback, well mostly because yuu didn't expect Malleus to own something like this, moreover, why is he handing it to you? "I'm not sure why...?

"I'd like you to put these in my room, but I believe the students assigned to guard won't allow you inside unless there is sufficient proof to allow your entrance" Malleus spoke, "So I propose you hold onto this,"

"Now I bid you my farewell, and I bestow my gratitude upon you, Child of Man,"

And within a second, Malleus disappears follow by a trail of green sparks.

—

That... was a quite the thorny past, they must say. Holding a stack of thick books isn't an easy feat if you live in Night Raven College, the leech twins bothering you... Grim asking this and that, even worse when the stacks blocked your vision into seeing Leona Kingscholar's tail which you stepped on.

"Now shall I?" Heading towards the mirror chamber, Yuu braces themselves, diasomnia students sometimes tend to have an alert presence, and stays on their guard all the time, so mental preparations are definitely necessary.

The surroundings changed into a dark eerie place surrounded by thorns. Yuu heads towards the castle led by the path.

—

"Human!!!! What do you intend to do inside Lord Malleis' room?!??!"

"Ooh shit," yuu cursed under her breath, "I don't want to argue with another hot headed guy....,"

"Hmm?? What's it with those books??!!"

"Tsuno—" before you even have a second to explain, the guard already cuts you into another scolding.

"I impose you to stop calling Him with that obnoxious nickname, Human!!" Sebel continues, "

Oh dear LORD, you had Floyd taking one of the books as some sort of mischief act, Leona letting out his Angers Of The Day mood, Grim hogging you to the canteen, and now this.

"Sebek," Yuu couldn't simply hold it anymore, "Please for the love of this land just let me inside, there is a reason why Tsunota—"

"You—"

"No stop I'm not done yet," Shushing him, Yuu continued, "I highly appreciate your loyalty and I do think it's admirable, but Tsunotarou does have a friend, and it's me, I believe even this is the least thing I can do for him to pay him back, now if you could—"

"Ah," a sound of realization just hit them, "Also this! He told me to well, show this I guess??"

Holding the small toy Malleus entrusted them, Sebek looks both, shocked and confused.

"That toy! Why do you have—"

"Please just let me in," begging for the last time, Yuu looked desperate.

"A-ahem, only this time I suppose"

Finally, after stepping inside Malleus' room, yuu turned back and closed it, beginning to arrange it at the shelf.

"I must say, that was a pleasant thing for you to do," A familiar deep voice surprised Yuu behind.

Turning back, Yuu saw Malleus smiling wide, showing his fangs, being surpriaed by his presence, they almost dropped the books.

"Tsunotarou! Wait— aren't you supposed to be— w-wait did you listen to—" Not knowing where to start they just babbled all over.

"Fufu, see, Crowley had forgotten to tell you were supposed to be apart of the meeting, Child of man," Malleus says, "I believe it's pertaining the recent problems, and you were the witness in all of them,"

"Let us go shall we?" stepping closer to me, he grabbed yuu by waist and carried them bride-style.

"Wait what— where are you going!?" Yuu's panicking because he's heading towards the open window, "are you going to throw m— waaaaaaghgh!?!?"

He indeed not, instead he jumped out and flying towards the chamber.

"Fuhahahahah!"

#twisted wonderland #twst malleus #malleus draconia #my first fan fiction since who knows how many years ahaha!?#no beta we die like lilia's magic #malleus draconia x reader

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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How about Loki cheering on his so bc they dread going back to work. Lots of cuddles and reassuring ...not self indulgent at all 😅

Or a classic one I can't get enough of: Stargazing with Loki 🥰

I have so many more but I don't wanna spam you 🙈

Fluff-Drabble Marathon A link to my FLUFF Library is here Warnings: None! Whaaat? (w/c 600) A link to my regular masterlist is here (18+)

Cheerleader

Loki’s face peeped around the door to the living room. He had heard the thump of your bag hit the floor, the sound of your keys being thrown against the table as you kicked off your shoes one at a time. He knew that you would be curled up on the sofa, both hoping for and dreading his presence by your side. “Is there anything I can do?” he murmured cautiously, watching you shake your head dramatically as you lay face down on a cushion. “Are you sure?” he drew closer, noticing your head begin to shake again before you reconsidered. Loki perched on the sofa, sliding his hand comfortingly up your leg and squeezing your calf gently. I’m here, it said.

You raised your face from the cushion, shifting to lay your cheek back down as your eyes met with his. “Cuddles?” you whispered shyly.

Silently your boyfriend tapped your lower back, raising his eyebrows in expectation as you shifted forwards towards the edge. He manoeuvred himself gracefully behind you, filling the space between you and the back of the sofa with his perfectly sculpted form.

One arm snaked underneath yours, pulling you tightly to his chest. His legs moulded to your angle, spooning you in a cocoon of escapism against your horrid day. You clasped his hand, willing it to melt into your heart so he could feel your love. Feel how much he meant to you. Because words would never be enough. Not even his. Loki’s nose nudged loose hair from your ear, his soft lips placing kissed in a crescent moon from your temple to your jaw; landing the final one on your cheek. You knew his dazzlingly beautiful eyes would be looking at you with adoration. Adoration you didn’t deserve. You scooted further back into him, your heart swelling as he tightened his hold. “Do I need to remind you how utterly incredible you are?” he murmured, his warm breath massaging your ear. You nodded. He let out a low chuckle, the vibrations shaking you as you began to giggle. “Hmm, where to begin.” he pondered theatrically, burying his face in your neck. “Well, you are far superior to any of those cretins you work for, as you are well aware my love. Whatever they have done to make you feel thus. They should be on their pathetic knees begging for your talents to be bestowed upon them on a daily basis.” “Oh?” you replied, a smile playing on your lips as Loki’s words raised you like helium.

“Yes, darling. You are a sensation. Worthy of every happiness and unquestioning loyalty. Say the word and I shall invade your place of work immediately with a formidable army; to ensure your rightful place as queen over them, of course.” “A formidable army?” you twisted your face to look at him, eyebrow raised playfully, “You mean, you?” Loki’s brow furrowed in mock-confusion, a dimple twitching as he relished the improvement in your mood. “Yes of course. What else would I mean?” You kissed him, feeling his comical grimace melt beneath your touch as your hand stroked the side of his face. Strands of his hair became tangled in your fingers as you tried to slip your tongue between his lips, “-actually, darling I’m not sure I’m not a little offended by the implication that I am not enough to count as your personal army…” he mumbled coyly against your open lips. You opened your eyes, meeting the loving gaze above you twinkling with the mischief that reminded you of everything worthwhile in this world. “You are more than enough, Loki.” you whispered, placing a light kiss on his chin. “You’re everything.”

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lytters · 2 years

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jealousy, jealousy || b. katsuki

chapter five

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“y/n! over here!”

mina waves an enthusiastic hand at you from the corner of the shop. you make your way to her, pressing a kiss to her cheeks before you take your seat. she’s taken the liberty of placing an order for you, a cold cup of iced tea alongside some of the cafe’s infamous sandwiches.

“sorry i’m late, some idiot decided to ask questions right when the lesson ended.” you let out an annoyed huff.

“ah, i hate those people,” mina groans in empathy. “why can’t they ask questions in private instead of holding the whole class back?”

“because they’re self-absorbed assholes with no common decency?” you offer up as you take a sip of the tea. “god, this is so good. we should bring momo here one day, i think she’d appreciate their tea quality.”

“actually,” mina hums, and your eyes narrow in suspicion. “she’s joining us in a bit.”

“what? why didn’t you tell me?” as much as you appreciated having an impromptu meet up with your friends, momo’s time was notoriously hard to book, between college and her learning to take over her family business.

“because…” she shrugs, scratching her head awkwardly. “i don’t actually know.”

this girl… you snort at her sheepishness and shake your head.

“whatever, i love that woman anyway.”

“what about me!” she pouts, batting her lashes at you.

“hmm, you…” you tap your lips in faux concentration.

mina scoffs, kicking your shin hard.

“bitch, please, we all know you’re a simp for me.”

you grin at her.

“yeah, i am. you’re too hot for me not too.”

she preens, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a sultry look.

“mina, i don’t think it’s appropriate for you to be seducing y/n in public.” momo’s amused voice comes from behind you. you jump to your feet, wrapping her in a hug. she sets her bag down, taking her seat between you and mina.

“did i miss anything?” she asks, flipping through the menu.

“only y/n professing her love for you.” mina teases.

“well, that’s not new. she’s been doing that since highschool.” momo grins, setting the menu down as she flags the waiter over. “can i get one of this, and one of this? thank you.”

once the waiter walks off, you lay your hand on momo’s, a starry, wide-eyed look on your face.

“oh, can you blame me? your beauty is one to behold, a glorious blessing upon us lowly mortals. i can only ask for you to bestow upon me your beguiling gaze, fair and beautiful maiden.”

this sends momo and mina into peals of laughter, and you struggle to maintain the entranced look on your face.

“your laughter is music to my ears, more divine than the choirs of angels singing. i shall die happy knowing you are happy, my beloved yaomomo.” with that, you slump back into your chair dramatically, eyes closed, mouth hanging ajar. you watch them wheeze as they fight to breathe, hands clutched around their middle.

when they’ve finally calmed down, mina turns to you, a glint in her golden eyes.

“speaking of beloveds,” she begins, stirring her teaspoon around. “what’s that all about huh?”

“what’s what all about?” you feign ignorance, eyes wide in innocence.

“oh don’t play coy, since when are you dating nejire-senpai?” mina all but yells. momo shoots her a look, but doesn’t scold her.

“yes, what is that about? i was under the impression that you and katsuki had something going on, no?” momo’s delicate brows furrow slightly.

you knew this was coming. your original plan was to tell your friends it was just a prank nejire wanted to play, but after the events of last night… that was not an option. the only choices you have are to either tell them the truth, or lie to them. but while it didn’t feel right to lie, mina was close to katsuki as well, and you couldn’t bear to lie to mina, but not to momo as well. so really, your choice is made for you, isn’t it.

“katsuki and i,” you press your lips together, chest burning as you recall the party, last night. “i do-did like him, but clearly he doesn’t feel the same, so i decided to move on.”

mina and momo exchange looks, but you continue on.

“i reconnected with nejire-senpai recently, and you all know i had a crush on her before,” your fingers twist beneath the table as you lie to your friends. “one thing led to another, and well, here we are! she’s been amazing to me, and she’s just so sweet.”

“y/n, it’s great that you’re happy with hado-san, but what did you mean by katsuki not feeling the same?” momo asks.

“he’s never shown any interest, and especially after the party,” your breath hitches, and you try not to panic as you redirect. a happy, taken woman would not be affected by past unrequited feelings, right? “not that it matters, since i have nejire-senpai now!”

“huh?? but katsuki has- ouch!” mina cries out, one hand flying down to grasp her foot as she glares at momo. “what gives?”

momo only shakes her head slightly, eyes narrowing in warning at her. you stare in bemusement as they hold a conversation with their eyes, waiting for them to rejoin the conversation at present.

“you’re happy, right?” momo says at last, earnest eyes searching your face.

the words are bitter as you answer her, scorching your mouth as they make their way out.

“the happiest, i promise.”

“that’s all we want for you, then.” she places her hand on yours. “but if you ever need to talk to us, tell us anything, we’re always here, you know that right?”

you can barely breathe past the lump in your throat, opting to nod instead. here your friends were, being amazing and supportive. here you were, lying straight through your teeth.

“yeah, y/n! we’re always here, night and day! and if you ever need me to kick some ass, i’ll gladly do it!” mina says cheerfully.

“thanks, you guys.” your smile tightens. “but all i need you to do now is try this sandwich because it’s so damn good!”

mina opens her mouth for a bite, and you feed it to her, before insisting on feeding momo too. all thoughts of lies, katsuki, and nejire are shoved to the back of your mind, and you do your best to just enjoy the moment of hanging out with your friends. there’s nothing better than this, you think as you sit back and watch mina try to copy momo’s mannerisms. nothing at all.

katsukisukisuki D:< >> oi >> wanna talk? << facetime at 11pm? >> 9pm, got an early class tmr << sure << call me when you’re ready

you watch the clock nervously, 9pm drawing closer and closer. it’s been a while since you and katsuki called, and this will be the first conversation you’ve had since the night you formally met his girlfriend. you can’t help but fuss with your hair, even applying a light layer of lip gloss. you felt ridiculous doing so, but at the same time, you didn’t want to look like a mess in front of katsuki.

(not like it mattered, he’s seen you at your worst, sweaty and gross, looking like you were on the verge of passing out after physical education.)

you’re sitting in your kitchen nursing a cup of warm water when katsuki finally calls. choking a little on your mouthful of water, you answer the call, resting the phone on the counter as you wipe at the streaks of water dribbling past your chin and down your neck.

“hey,” you cough out, swiping at your neck. katsuki remains oddly silent, and you look down in concern. even through the pixelated screen (your internet must be acting up again, maybe it’s time you changed your network provider.) you can tell his eyes are widened, and his shallow breathing can be heard through your phone’s speakers.

“katsuki?” you frown, finally done wiping yourself down. he jerks slightly, and shakes his head, almost like a dog flicking off water. cute, you think, biting down a grin.

“hey,” his voice is a little hoarse. your brows furrow in concern. “are you sick? your voice sounds a little off.”

“i don’t fall sick,” katsuki scoffs, clearing his throat loudly. “when have you ever seen me sick?”

raising an eyebrow at him, you begin listing off all the instances, “the first time we actually talked, you were sneezing like mad. you even sneezed on me. the summer our class went to the beach and half of us caught a cold, including you. that one night we stayed out till sunrise and you-”

“okay, whatever, shut it.” katsuki scowls, sticking a petulant tongue out at you. you laugh at him, returning the gesture.

an awkward silence fills the air, and it hurts that you’ve grown distant enough for this to happen. you used to be able to sit in complete silence for hours, just existing together, doing your own things in the same space. now? you’re on video call with no idea what to say.

well, not exactly no idea. just no idea how to say what you want to actually say.

“what’re you thinking so hard on? you’re gonna hurt your brain like that.”

your mouth drops open, and you glare at him so hard you’re sure he can feel it through the phone. the smug bastard only grins at you, and it almost physically pains you with how pretty he looks.

“...it’s nothing,” you grumble as you cross your arms. “i- nothing.”

“i always knew you had nothing up there,” he smirks.

“excuse me? we haven’t talked properly in months and all you do is insult me?” you whine, pointing a middle finger at him. “i’m writing a complaint to your hr department, read: kirishima eijirou.”

“go ahead, what’s he gonna do to me?”

“he’ll fight you for my honor,” you sniff haughtily.

“he can try, but i’m gonna win anyways.” he flashes a threatening smile, and oh, you really shouldn’t find that as attractive as it is.

“not if he takes you by surprise,” you say sweetly. “remember the fountain thing?”

katsuki’s face instantly drops, and you can almost see the atmosphere darkening around him.

“we swore never to talk about that.”

“to other people, yeah. but it’s just us, isn’t it?”

at the reminder that it is indeed just the two of you, katsuki grows solemn, his mouth twisting slightly. no one’s around to play buffer, to throw in distractions. it's just you two, which is exactly what you’ve been wanting, and yet you want to run away at the same time.

you watch him wearily. he's still as gorgeous as ever, even through the fluctuating video quality. longing hits harder than the bullet train ever could, your chest tightening uncomfortably as you drink him in greedily. you can see a hint of his bed behind him, which means he’s at his study desk then.

“i’m sorry.” katsuki says quietly, the apology knocking the breath out of you. apologies were a rare thing from katsuki, and the fact that he was giving one now unprompted was… unsettling to say the least.

“what for?” you say lightly, deliberately playing ignorant. you wanted an explanation, not just an apology.

katsuki scowls, and the video shakes as he picks up his phone, settling onto the floor. he shifts until his back is pressed against the bed, and you presume he’s set his phone on something from the low angle the video shows.

“for being distant the past few months,” he sighs, scrubbing a hand through his hair. he refuses to make eye contact with you, glaring at the floor instead. “it was an asshole move. i’m sorry.”

“so you were deliberately avoiding me,” your disappointment strikes something in him, and he flinches. “why, katsuki?”

“i… i don’t know,” katsuki says. “i was just being an idiot, or whatever.”

“an idiot…” you scoff as you clench your fists. “yeah you’re an idiot, but it doesn’t explain why you avoided me.”

“like i said, i was being stupid.” he continues to evade your question, and it only makes you angrier, hurt twisting in your gut.

“that explains nothing, kat.” you say, frustrated. “i thought we were friends, best friends even, then the second we start college, you pull away? i thought it was because you were just busy with college, but you somehow still had time to hang out with the rest of our friends and get a girlfriend? do i not matter to you?”

to your horror, your voice cracks, and katsuki finally meets your gaze.

“you do matter,” he says fiercely. “i l- you’re one of my best friends, of course you matter.”

“you’ve got a funny way of showing it,” you sniff, tilting your head away to blink back the tears as relief floods through you. even if he didn’t feel that way for you, knowing you mattered to him was enough.

“i’m sor-”

“stop apologizing, it sounds weird coming from you.” wiping away the tears that did manage to escape, you breathe a little easier. while this didn’t wash away all the hurt accumulated over the months, you’d rather move past it than linger any longer than you have to. it’s katsuki, and you never really had it in you to hold anything against him for long. “just, stop excluding me from your life, please? we may be in different places now, but i do still want to know what’s going on in your life.”

“you’re clingy as ever,” katsuki grumbles, but you catch the undertone of fondness regardless. it warms something in you, prompting an infectious smile that katsuki can’t help but return.

“you like it,” you grin, picking up the phone to move to your room. katsuki follows your actions, settling himself on his bed.

“as if,” he scoffed. “so…hado-san?”

breath hitching, you stare at him wide-eyed. you didn’t expect him to bring her up, especially after how angry he seemed whenever they talked.

“what about her,” you ask lightly. he scowls at your evasiveness.

“you’re dating or something, right?”

you hum, watching him closely. katsuki shifts under your gaze, but continues to hold it. his stare is almost challenging, and had he been physically in front of you, you might have looked away. but the intensity that comes with katsuki is toned down through the phone, giving you the chance to do what you wouldn’t be able to in person – stare.

“oi, if you don’t wanna tell me, then don’t. s’not like i wanna hear about her anyway.” he mumbles the last part, but you still hear it loud and clear, thanks to his phone’s high quality microphone.

“what, don’t wanna hear about your favorite senpai?” you tease, finally relenting. katsuki had never been too fond of nejire, always grumbling about how she had too many questions, how she didn’t have a sense of personal space, how she always had a knack for squeezing herself into situations that didn’t involve her.

“not particularly,” katsuki’s lips pull down a little. “but since you’re dating her and all, if you wanna talk about it, her, whatever, i can listen.”

your heart melts at his consideration. for all his spiky and explosive exterior, katsuki at his core is one of the kindest people, especially to the people he cares for.

“well, there’s not much to talk about, honestly. nejire-senpai and i are a… recent development.” you hesitate for a moment, heart thumping as you consider your next question. was it worth the hurt to know more about him? yes. the answer is always yes, when it comes to katsuki. “what about you and harada-san?”

katsuki tenses visibly.

“what about harada?”

“you know, when did you guys get together? i assume it was before our class gathering, since you brought her there.”

“... you saw her?” a strange look comes over katsuki’s face. “why didn’t you say hi?”

chuckling nervously, you scratch your cheek as you try to come up with an excuse.

“i was going to, but…” crap, crap, crap, what would make for a good reason.

“but?” katsuki now eyes you consideringly. you shift under the weight of his gaze.

“i…” you scan your room for something, anything. your eyes land on the stack of papers sticking out of your bag. “i had to pass a friend their assignment! since they didn’t make it to class and all.”

there, that should be good enough, right? one glance at your phone says otherwise, katsuki looking unconvinced. he snorts skeptically, but doesn’t push thankfully.

“right,” he grunts. “yeah, that was around the time we got together.”

“how did you get together though? did you ask her? or did she ask you?” the words taste ashy on your mouth, drying out your throat as you try your best to pretend like you actually want to know.

katsuki shrugs. “it just happened.”

you raise an eyebrow at that. “it just happened? you, one of the biggest romantics i know, just… got together with someone… no big story? no big proposal?”

“shut up.” he scowls at you, fiddling with his blanket. “she liked me, i… liked her, boom, together.”

“right.” you say, doubtful. since katsuki was sharing about his relationship, you should too, right? it only makes sense to. you weren’t doing it to test anything, just a friendly sharing between two good friends.

“nejire-senpai and i have been together a little before the party too. we reconnected a while back, and the night of the party was when we decided to make things official! she’s been really sweet,” you gush, watching katsuki carefully. “we went on a date the other night, remember that restaurant we used to go to all the time back then? she paid for my meal and we even danced a little after, it was magical.”

the sigh you let out is half-genuine, a dreamy look on your face. while that night hadn’t started off well, you did enjoy your time with nejire.

“you went on a date there?” katsuki says, sounding half-strangled.

“yeah,” you smile, slightly confused at his tone. “why?”

katsuki opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again.

“nothing,” he says at last. “i- it’s nothing. good for you.”

“thanks?” you shoot him a bemused look.

“i’m gonna go sleep now, i’ve got an early class tomorrow.” he grunts, running a hand through his hair. you do not stare at his biceps, not at all. “don’t stay up too late.”

“already?” you whine in disappointment. “you’re really like an old man, katsuki.”

he scowls at you, pointing a middle finger. “fuck you, just because you don’t know how to take care of yourself doesn’t mean i don’t. go the fuck to sleep so that i don’t have to hear you whine about your dark circles again.”

“you’re an ass,” you pout. “but whatever, goodnight grandpa.”

katsuki’s scowl deepens, and without another word, he ends the call. you sigh at the abrupt ending, melting back into your bed. while the conversation hadn’t been… ideal, at least you’re talking again, right?

sighing once more, you decide to put this out of your mind, getting up instead to do your assignments. you were falling behind on two of them, and stupid things like feelings were not going to be the reason your grades drop.

#bnha x reader #bnha #bakugo x reader #bakugo katuski #bakugo katuski x reader #l.writing #bnha.myworks

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dreamyautumns · 2 months

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Twisted Wonderland Mythology AU Kapow💥

You, Ace, and Deuce approach the base of the gigantic volcano within the Queendom of Flames and stare skyward at the towering mountain. You gulp nervously and hold Grim close to you.

“Hmm? Oh, you three, over here!” someone calls. You turn and see a woman with black hair dressed in a scarlet robe standing by the entrance.

“Hello, you the receptionist or something’?” Ace asks.

“No, sir. I’m simply overseeing the passage of mortals like us who visit the God of Strictness. Is this your first visit?”

Deuce nods. “We’re here because our friend, Y/N, wants to speak about the impending issue they keep seeing in their dream.”

The lady laughs. “You’re having a nightmare? I hardly believe that’s anything to bother our God with. Very well, go inform him of your “dream”.”

You sigh and enter the cave of the volcano, followed by Ace and Deuce. The temperature inside begins to increase rapidly. Your cheeks begin to flush bright red from how warm it is.

“Holy hell… it’s like an inferno in here,” Ace pants, fanning his face. Deuce rubs sweat off his forehead and Grim yowls in detestation.

“Fnya! It’s an oven in this volcano! Is there really a God who lives in here?”

“Who dares speak ill of the God of Strictness?”

Your body freezes as you turn the cave’s corridor. Your gaze tracks upwards as you land on a scary, glaring set of deep blue eyes. Ace and Deuce come up behind you and gasp.

A giant sits upon a throne of carved, black obsidian, his gaze piercing and his expression stern. His red hair is short, and is slightly covered by a crown of vibrant, ruby roses. A robe of scarlet red is draped over his body, held by a white sash with a checkered pattern. His calves and feet are submerged beneath the lava that burbles below him. Grim’s ears fold down as your eyes lock onto the giant’s.

This is… the God of Flames, Passion, and Strictness… Riddle…

Riddle shifts his position, his face unamused. He then extends a palm and beckons the four of you forward. “Come forth, mortals. You seek an audience with me, no?”

You stammer before Ace pats you on the back and pushes you forward. “Y-Yes! Your Majesty!”

Riddle tilts his head. “Your Majesty? What an interesting title you’ve bestowed upon me. I assume you’re not from here, human?”

You nod. “Yes, again! I-I apologize for my ignorance…”

Riddle simply lifts his palm as giant stones begin to emerge from the pits below. A walkway forms in midair, which leads to the stone platform before the god. “I don’t have all day. Humor me, humans; what is it you seek?”

You hesitantly step onto the path and approach the platform, with Ace and Deuce trailing behind. Grim flicks his tail in anticipation as you step onto the stone.

“The God of Strictness, I am Y/N. I’m a mortal from an independent village, secluded from any land ruled by a god. I came to seek an audience with you, Your-“

“Get to the point, mortal.”

You gulp nervously. “Y-yes sir! I apologize for my banter, b-but I was wondering if you could possibly explain a strange dream I had?”

Riddle pauses, then laughs. It echoes across the chamber of the volcano, shaking the ground and jostling the lava beneath them. “A dream? You’d be better suited to speaking with Malleus Draconia of the Briar Valley, mortal. Your concern means nothing to me. Now begone; it is almost tea time, and as per the rules of the original Goddess of Strictness, “Tea time shall take place between the hours of 4 and 5, no earlier, no later.” An the rules are very important in this land, yes?”

Deuce bravely steps up. “Y-Your Majesty!”

Riddle raises an eyebrow. “What, mortal…?”

“I-I don’t wish to be disrespectful in any manner, but my friend here traveled for three days and three nights for you to simply send them away again!”

“How is that any of MY concern?”

“Deuce, whatever the hell you’re doing, stop!” Ace hisses through gritted teeth. Deuce, however, continues.

“I just think it’s a bit unfair how far they had to go for you to just dismiss them. Couldn’t you at least provide them with insight as to how to get to the Briar Valley?”

Riddle sits up fully. “Are you questioning my authority?”

Grim yelps and covers his ears. “Deuce! Don’t go making him mad!”

Deuce freezes and puts his hands up. “N-no, sir! But-“

“There are no BUTS, and there are no OTHER questions. They will leave my palace AND my kingdom and return to their sorry excuse of a village. Ha! How inane! A village without the rule of a god. No wonder they are so uneducated about the world!”

You look up, offended and about to say something, when Ace angrily steps forward. “Hey JERK!! Don’t talk about my buddy that way! You might be a god, but you’re a lousy excuse of a ruler if you can’t even understand the concerns of the people who seek you out!”

Riddle goes quiet. He then stands up, his eyes glaring at the four of you as he angrily stomps his way over. The lava beneath you splashes and sloshes around as the god approaches.

“O-oh, damnit! Wait, I got carried away! I didn’t mean any-“

“GUARDS?!” Riddle shouts at the top of his lungs. The volcano shakes and rumbles as you stand there, terrified. Grim growls angrily and bares his teeth. “Take these INSOLENT little pests and get RID of them… OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!!!!!!”

A horn sounds somewhere as several guards file into the volcano. Ace and Deuce prepare to run with you until something looms above you all. You let out a shriek as Riddle’s hand grabs you roughly and squeezes you. Grim falls to the ground.

“Y/N!!” Grim shouts.

“GUYS!!”

Riddle holds you firmly as the trio of friends is escorted away. You desperately reach for them as the god lifts you to his face.

“And YOU… well, let’s just say we’re going to have a little chat…”

#g/t writing #g/t #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland g/t #riddle rosehearts

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heyiwrotesomethings · 2 years

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Hey hey ~, first of all thank you for writing my first request.I just remembered one of my favorite fairy tales and hope you don’t mind writing it.Can you write Shinobu x yn with a Sleeping Beauty plot where yn will be Princess Aurora while Shinobu will be Prince Philip.😘

Sorry if my request bothers you, it's okay if you don't want to write, I understand.🙏🏻

Sleeping Beauty

Shinobu Kochou x She/ Her Reader AU

A/N: AHH I was just gonna start with them meeting in the forest but then I thought about how perfect Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma would be as the fairies and I had to write morrrreee. This was fun! Hope you like it! Word Count: 6,857

There was a most joyous celebration heard throughout the kingdom the day the Princess was born. Thousands danced, feasted and cheered outside the castle walls, wishing the newborn royalty a full and happy life. A continued era of peace and prosperity for all would be promised, as she was sure to grow as just and kind as she would be beautiful. The common folk had witnessed themselves the fairies flying above them, sure to gift the most lovely of virtues upon the Princess.

But then the sky began to darken and the gentle breeze became a whipping wind. The merriment died and the people parted like the Red Sea for the lone fairy and her scraggly raven circling overhead.

With a curl of her lip and a flick of her staff, the reinforced castle doors flew open, hitting back against the stone wall with a chilling, echoey thud.

“Daki!” The King cried, shielding his wife and newborn child behind him, “Why have you come here?”

“Hmm,” Daki pretended to ponder, tapping a finger to her lips.

Her Raven, once it hand made a swift lap around the grand room to terrorize the guests, took perch on the end of her staff. She stroked his beak and spoke to the bird loud enough for all to hear. Not that she needed to raise her voice terribly high in a ballroom quiet enough to be a tomb.

“Do you think the King is really so daft, Gyutaro? Or is it hubris?”

The bird let out a gravelly shriek and Daki chuckled, turning her eyes back on the King.

“You needn’t look so tense your majesty, I’m so sorry to drop in uninvited,” she gritted the word out, “but I would be remiss if I could not bestow a gift upon the Princess as well.” She glided forward, “Let me see the little thing.”

“Are you not offended, Lady Daki?” The Queen asked with a tremor.

Daki tutted, “Of course not your majesty. I bear no ill will. Consider this an olive branch.”

The King bit his inner lip and looked to his wife to find her eyes large and frightened. He feared Daki as much as she, and he made the hard decision to allow Daki to proceed over risking further enraging her. He took his wife by the hand and made room for Daki to peer over the crib and sneer at the baby laying within.

“She will indeed be beautiful and kind and bring joy and love to all she knows,” Daki confirmed, raising her staff.

Gyutaro took off from the perch and Daki swirled her staff above the crib, a supernatural green light reflected in the baby’s eyes.

“A perfect picture of serenity and a physical representation of all the light and good of this world,” Daki continued, a sinister smile spreading across her face.

The wind whipped and whirled throughout the ballroom with renewed vigor and the glowing green energy bloomed in a powerful burst as Daki stretched her arms out wide and cackled,

“But, before the sun sets on her eighteenth birthday, she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel, and die!”

“No!” The Queen cried, pulling her daughter out of the crib and holding her tight to her chest. Her husband in turn held her to his, a blazing mix of fury and fear fought for control of his features.

“Seize her!” He bellowed.

The guards made their approach, but Daki merely laughed, broadly swingling her staff.

“You idiots!” She shrieked with cruel laughter.

In a bright burst of green light, she vanished, her laughter still echoing on the wind along with her raven’s crowing.

“No, no!” The Queen sobbed into her husband’s chest, their child pressed between them, wailing from the sharp noises and bright lights that had overwhelmed her senses.

Cautiously, one of the good faires approached the royal family.

“Your majesties, don’t despair just yet,” the fairy Hinatsuru encouraged, “Suma still has her gift to give.”

“Then she can undo this awful curse?” The King asked hopefully.

“N-no, your majesty,” Suma shook, “I’m sorry. Her magic is much too strong.”

“You can still help.” Makio left little room for doubt, pushing Suma forward, “Help her.”

“But—!”

“Just do your best dear.” Hinatsuru soothed.

Suma bit her lip, but approached the Queen and looked down at the baby swaddled in her arms.

“Hello sweet Princess,” she greeted softly, her timid voice and soft blue glow easing the baby’s wails to fussy cries and hiccups, “I know it is not exactly the fun gift I wanted to give you, but I hope this will help.

The gift I will be giving to thee should on a spindle your finger prick, is not death, but a deep sleep like. And from this slumber you shall wake! With true love’s kiss the spell will break!” Suma declared, kissing the baby’s forehead before backing away with a nervous smile. She looked to Hinatsuru and Makio, hoping to receive some praise, but instead—

“Are you kidding me?!” Makio shrieked, shaking Suma violently, “There’s no such thing as true love’s kiss! She’ll sleep forever you moron!”

“Wahhh! True love is real, Makio! How could you say that?” Suma cried.

“Makio, stop. You aren’t helping.” Hinatsuru scolded.

“I-it’s something,” the Queen nodded slowly, “there is hope for my sweet (Y/n) yet.”

The King nodded solemnly and then called out to his guards,

“See to it that every spinning wheel in this kingdom is burned to ash! Every. Single. One.”

***

“What a shit day this turned out to be.” Makio grumbled as she stared out over the kingdom from their room in the castle, watching the smoke and fire billow over the city square as spinning wheel after spinning wheel was tossed into the flames.

“This won’t be enough to stop her.” Hinatsuru peered into her teacup with downcast eyes. “…What else could we do?”

“We could try to reason with Daki maybe?” Suma asked, cringing away from the look Makio shot her over her shoulder.

“Well, that’s the second stupidest thing you’ve said today.” Makio said coldly.

“Makio…” Hinatsuru warned, putting a hand on Suma’s back.

“Sorry, sorry, argh! I’m just so pissed off! If I could just turn Daki into an ugly toad or a weirdly muscular mouse or something!”

“You know our magic doesn’t work like that. We can only spread joy and happiness.” Hinatsuru reminded.

“Well I don’t know about you Hina, but it would certainly make me happy.” Makio snarked.

Hinatsuru sighed and leaned back in her chair.

What to do, what to do? What would Daki never expect?

“That’s it!” Hinatsuru snapped her fingers.

“What?” Makio turned to face her fully, leaning against the window.

“That old cottage in the forest! Three ordinary women taking care of an abandoned child!”

“Oh, that’s very nice of them.” Suma observed. Though she was unsure of the relevance, she smiled happily.

“Back up,” Makio squinted, “what are you talking about? Who?”

“Us!” Hinatsuru exclaimed, pressing a hand to her chest.

A faint purple glow fogged up the room and when it dissipated, gone were the fairies’ wings and usual garb, replaced with modest clothes befitting simple peasants.

“Hey! Put my wings back!” Makio huffed, already readying her wand to do so herself.

But Hinatsuru snatched the wand out of her hand and motioned for Suma to hand over hers as well.

“We will take care of the Princess until the danger has passed. Daki would never suspect it.”

“Are you crazy?” Makio gawked, “Their majesties will never go for it. Not to mention you expect us to live like regular humans for eighteen years? No way, Hina!”

“I think it could be fun.” Suma shyly interjected. “Taking care of a cute little baby.”

“Not without magic it won’t.” Makio said, trying to take her wand back from Hinatsuru’s grasp.

“Our magic will have us sticking out like a sore thumb.” Hinatsuru reasoned, “If we are to save the Princess from her fate, we must take every precaution we can.”

Makio’s next swipe fell short and she sighed, finally giving in. Far be it from her to allow Daki to have it her way. The Princess would be safe with them like this.

“Fine.” She grumbled.

“Come, we must tell the King and Queen our plan.” Hinatsuru took Suma and Makio’s hands in hers, and rushed them to the throne room for an audience with the royal family.

At nightfall, the King and Queen watched from their balcony as three women ran from the castle, and eyed the precious bundle carried in the third one’s arms. Though wrought with sorrow, they knew their Princess would be safe and return to them in time. If it meant their daughter could live a full and happy life, they could wait.

***

The kingdom suffered years of sorrow without their Princess, but as the eighteenth year drew near, the people became more hopeful. For as long as Daki’s domain thundered, it meant the Princess was still hidden and safe.

They dared not ease their guards however, for they often saw Gyutaro circling the land from the sky above, searching for the beloved Princess. It was not over just yet.

Meanwhile in a cozy little cottage deep in the forest, three fairies disguised as mortals whispered to each other excitedly over a couple of books, getting ready for a day they had long awaited. They shushed each other and hid the books behind their backs, grinning from ear to ear and watching the stairs to greet who they had heard descending them.

“Good morning, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma,” (Y/n) beamed brightly, “What are you three up to this morning?”

“What are we up to?” Suma squeaked. “We aren’t up to anything. Why would you think we were—“

Makio covered Suma’s mouth with her hand.

“What Suma is trying to say is that it would be very nice if you could gather a basket of berries from the woods.”

“Berries?” (Y/n) blinked.

“Lots of berries.” Hinatsuru nodded.

“But, I just picked berries yesterday.”

“We need more.” Makio said.

“A lot more!” Suma agreed.

The three fairies pushed a basket in (Y/n)’s hands and ushered her towards the door, reminding her not to stray too far or talk to strangers as they did.

“Goodbye dear!” They called in unison, quickly closing the door in (Y/n)’s bewildered face.

“Goodbye, I guess.” (Y/n) laughed good naturedly. She turned her back on the cottage and began walking away, swinging the basket in her hand. “I wonder what had them all in a tizzy.”

She shrugged to herself and started to hum, gradually working up to a full on song that summoned some of the local wildlife. She grinned at the familiar creatures and spun around, getting lost in her music, allowing it to carry far along the sweet summer breeze.

***

“It’s nice to have a little time to ourselves, don’t you think, Giyuu?” Shinobu asked the horse, taking in the scenery of the enchanting forest.

“No annoying sisters, no royal duties, just peace and… quiet?” Shinobu strained her hearing, trying to focus in on the sweet sound carried on the breeze. “Woah, boy.” She ordered, stilling the horse to a halt.

Shinobu closed her eyes to better focus on what she was hearing and smiled.

“Do you hear that, Giyuu? What a beautiful sound! We simply must find out where it’s coming from.”

She turns Giyuu around, but the horse refuses to go further, Shinobu rolled her eyes.

“Could you be anymore antisocial? Here, what if I snuck some salmon into your feed bag later, you big weirdo.”

That offer seemed to pique the horse’s interest. In fact, one might say too much.

The horse reared back then galloped forward. Shinobu tried her best to stay on, but when Giyuu tried to clear a small creek, Shinobu was clotheslined by a branch and fell into the shallow water.

Giyuu noticed the absence of Shinobu’s weight on his back and sheepishly trotted back to the soaked girl shooting daggers at him.

“This,” Shinobu groaned as she tried to wring out her cape, “is exactly why no one likes you.”

***

Once (Y/n) had filled the basket to the brim she decided she would rest for a for a spell and stretched out beneath the shade of a grand tree. Her small animal entourage formed a semicircle around her.

“Why must they continue to treat me like a child?” (Y/n) asked no one in particular.

“Who?” The owl hooted, making (Y/n) laugh.

“Why Zenitsu,” she booped the owl on the beak, “Hina, Suma and Makio of course!

They’re always telling me to stay on the trails and to keep away from strangers. But,” she smiled cheekily, “I’ve met someone anyway.”

“Who? Who?” The owl jolted excitedly, the other animals also wriggling with anticipation.

“A Prince, I think. Someone who carries a sword and adorns a flowing cape of some kind. We walked and talked together in a beautiful garden filled with colorful butterflies… and just before we parted, they took me in their arms and then… I woke up.”

The animals voiced their disappointment in the best way that they could and (Y/n) sighed.

“I know, I know it’s just a dream, but it’s one that I’ve had countless times for as long as I can remember. It must mean something. Don’t you think?” (Y/n) closed her eyes and began to hum again.

A rowdy baby boar that (Y/n) had bestowed the name Inosuke upon caught something swaying in the trees and snorted excitedly, shoving Zenitsu in the direction of the billowing cape.

The pair of Rabbits, Tanjirou and Nezuko, hopped along, curious to see what had Inosuke so worked up.

The small ragtag team stopped below the tree and shared a silent conversation before Zenitsu flew into the tree to swipe the butterfly patterned cape while Tanjirou and Nezuko dove into the pair of black boots.

Inosuke squealed delightedly, catching the attention of a certain horse that was standing nearby.

Giyuu had to do a double take before he whinnied to gain Shinobu’s attention from where she laid out in the sun, trying to dry off.

“What is it now— hey!“ Shinobu rose to her feet just in time to watch the thieving creatures take off with her belongings. She took up pursuit, cursing under her breath.

The animals were much faster than Shinobu and made it back to (Y/n) in no time at all. They hovered over (Y/n) and when the girl opened her eyes, she laughed and rose to her feet, bowing to cape adorning owl, the bunny filled boots, and the small boar circling them excitedly.

“Why, if it isn’t the Prince of my dreams,” she happily played along, “care for a dance?”

(Y/n) rose her arms to be about where the Prince’s shoulders would be if he had them, and danced around, careful not to step on any bunny filled boots. As they danced, she sang, alerting the owner of the clothing she was dancing with of her presence.

Shinobu hung back just before the clearing, enchanted by the mystery woman’s voice and seemingly effortless beauty. She took in the scene before her for a few moments more, and when she found an opening, she grinned and cut in between (Y/n) and the menagerie wearing her clothes, swaying along to (Y/n)’s song just behind her.

(Y/n) continued to sing, unaware of her change in dance partner until another voice joined her, soft and low. She felt her back bump into something soft and she startled, turning to face the intruder and taking several steps back.

“I’m sorry,” Shinobu chuckled, “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“Oh, you didn’t! Not really, it’s just, well, you’re a…” (Y/n) couldn’t seem to collect herself.

“A stranger?” Shinobu supplied.

“Yeah… that’s right.”

“Oh, but I’m no stranger,” Shinobu smirked, stepping closer, “don’t you remember? We’ve met before.”

“We have?” (Y/n) was sure she would have remembered meeting such a beautiful girl before. Especially with such lovely eyes.

“But of course, you said so yourself, once upon a dream.” Shinobu teased.

Shinobu took (Y/n) by the hand and started singing again, waltzing with her around the clearing.

A shy smile worked at (Y/n)’s lips and she slowly eased into the rhythm, joining Shinobu in song and loving how well their voices seemed to mesh.

Eventually, they stopped to rest. Breathing a little heavier from the exertion but smiling like lovedrunk fools. Shinobu slid her hand out to rest over (Y/n)’s then scoffed and shook her head.

“What is it?” (Y/n) asked.

“I only now realized that I don’t even know your name.” Shinobu explained with a sheepish smile. How unlike her it was to forget to ask such a simple thing.

“My name… oh!” (Y/n) blinked rapidly and shot to her feet. She had just spent the afternoon dancing with a stranger! What would her aunties say if they knew she was being so careless?

“I have to go!” She yelled, already running towards home.

“Go? Right now? Where?” Shinobu got to her feet as well, trying to follow after the girl and get some answers. “When will I see you again?”

“Oh I don’t know,” (Y/n) replied with mild agitation, “maybe never!”

“Never?!” Shinobu gawked.

“Well,” (Y/n) battled with herself, “maybe someday?”

“Tomorrow?” Shinobu asked hopefully. She couldn’t imagine never seeing the other girl again. They had an undeniable connection.

“Maybe, maybe… this evening! A cottage, here in the woods, the glen! Please come!” (Y/n) couldn’t help herself. The woman before her was so familiar, she made her whole heart sing.

“I wouldn’t miss it!” Shinobu declared.

She watched (Y/n) run into the forest then backed into Giyuu, pressing a hand to her chest. Shinobu never felt her heart beat so fast.

***

(Y/n) burst into the cottage and was immediately bombarded by the three women who raised her. They completely missed the scraggly raven perched on the windowsill.

“Happy Birthday (Y/n)!” They cheered in unison, gesturing to the cake and beautiful dress they had created.

“Oh!” (Y/n) placed her hands over her chest, overcome with emotion, “This is all so wonderful! Thank you all so much!

This is positively the best day of my life, I can’t wait to introduce you to who I met today.”

“Hm?” Hinatsuru titled her head.

“You met someone?” Makio shouted.

“A stranger?” Suma cowered.

“Oh no, she’s no stranger. We’ve met before.”

“You have?” Hinatsuru asked.

“When?” Makio threw her hands into the air.

“Once upon a dream!” (Y/n) grinned. Then she began singing and twirling around the room.

“She’s in love!” Suma cooed. It was enough to bring a tear to her eye.

“Oh dear…” Hinatsuru placed a hand over her mouth.

“This is terrible!” Makio groaned.

“Why?” (Y/n) ceased her merriment to fix her aunts with a confused frown. “I’m eighteen now. Surely I’m old enough to make some decisions for myself.”

“It’s not that, (Y/n),” Hinatsuru pursed her lips before finally she revealed,

“You’re already betrothed to be married, dear. Since birth. You are a Princess.”

“That, that can’t be…” (Y/n) shook her head in disbelief, “Why would you tell me this now?”

Hinatsuru took (Y/n)’s hands in her own, “It was for your own protection. We will be taking you back to the castle tonight. All of your questions can be answered then, okay?”

The raven sitting in the windowsill perked up and flew away. Bringing the information he now held home.

“I can’t leave!” (Y/n) was distraught by the notion, “I— the girl I met, she’s coming here tonight.”

“(Y/n),” Makio held firm on Hina’s behalf, “we’re sorry, but you may never see that girl again. You are betrothed to Princess Shinobu and that is that.”

“That’s,” a tear sprung from (Y/n)’s eye, soon joined by others streaking down her face like riverbeds, “I, I can’t believe this! This isn’t fair!” She sobbed, pulling away from Hinatsuru’s grasp, she ran up to her room, thoughts of the woman she met in the woods causing further pain in her heart.

As soon as (Y/n)’s door closed, Suma broke down into tears as well. Makio and Hinatsuru cast each other forlorn looks.

Their Princess was supposed to be happy, but it seemed like the last eighteen years of her life as she knew it had just been pulled out from under her.

They gave her as much time to herself as they could before guiding her to the castle that was to be her home once more.

***

Meanwhile Shinobu had galloped home to pay her father a curtesy visit before her rendezvous in the forest glen. She rolled her eyes when she saw Kanae would be the first to greet her, but she was determined to keep her good mood.

“And just where has my darling baby sister been all day?” Kanae pondered aloud as Shinobu dismounted her horse.

“You do know father has been looking for you. You are meant to be getting ready to meet your bride to be.”

“Already met her.” Shinobu stuck her nose up and walked passed her sister, but Kanae was quick to match her stride.

“You met Princess (Y/n)? We must tell father, he is entertaining (Y/n)’s parents as we speak!” Kanae spoke excitedly, already trying to pull Shinobu along.

Shinobu strained against the pull, forcing Kanae to stop.

“I never said it was Princess (Y/n) I saw.”

“But you said—“

“I said I met the girl I was going to marry. A peasant girl from the forest.”

Kanae’s mouth fell open in shock. Ever practical and stern Shinobu, talking about marrying some peasant girl she met in the forest just that day?

“Who are you and what have you done to my sister?”

“Haha,” Shinobu snarked.

“But really Shinobu, this is an arrangement eighteen years in the making! You have to marry Princess (Y/n).”

“I’ve never even met her.”

“You only met this peasant girl a few hours ago! Is that really so different?” Kanae tried to reason.

“I thought you of all people would be happy for me!” Shinobu scoffed.

“I want to be,” Kanae confirmed, “but I also want what’s best for you and the kingdoms.”

“Unbelievable! You nag me when I’m too uptight, you nag me when I act on my feelings.” She turned and began to run back to Giyuu, hoisting herself back up on the black horse.

“Shinobu, can we just talk about this please!” Kanae cursed her sister for being such a quick an agile little thing.

“I’m going to her and you can’t stop me, send father my regards.”

Shinobu snapped Giyuu’s reins and took off back in the direction of the forest, hot blooded agitation driving her to ride as fast as she could to the little cottage in the glen.

She smiled as the cottage came into view, just where the mysterious girl said it would be. She dismounted from Giyuu and approached the door. She knocked against the weathered wood, the sound ruffling the butterflies in her stomach.

“Come in!”

Shinobu opened the door—

And was ambushed by a gang of hideous little creatures that pinned her to the ground, not even giving her a chance to fight back.

She struggled to raise her head to the figure standing against the back wall, she bared her teeth, causing the fairy standing by idly to laugh at her sorry state.

“Well, isn’t this something,” Daki sneered, “I come for one Princess only to catch another.”

“Who are you?” Shinobu hissed.

“Take her away, but be gentle. I have plans for this one.”

Daki ignored Shinobu’s shouts and grunts as she fought against her henchmen. Instead she looked to Gyutaro with a sly smile.

“After eighteen long years I feel as though the tides are finally shifting in our favor, Gyutaro.”

***

Y/n) wrenched the crown that the fairies had given her off of her head and cried into her hands. She had been left in a private room of the castle to wait for the sun to set. Only then she would meet her parents and then she would be married to a woman she had never met. It was ironic, she had dreamed of marrying royalty but now it was the very last thing she wanted.

She wanted the girl she had danced with in the forest who had held her with such gentle warmth (Y/n) felt like she might melt.

Now she just felt cold.

The hair on the back of her neck prickled and she wiped at her eyes. She looked in the direction of the fireplace to find not the low blaze Makio had started for her, but a strange green glow coming from the burnt wood.

Her lips parted slightly and her mind grew fuzzy. She watched the green light form into a ball and drift towards a spiral staircase previously hidden behind a tapestry in the far off corner of the room. She felt as if it was calling for her to follow. Enchanted by the green glow, she got up from her chair and followed the orb up the stairs.

As she climbs, she faintly hears distressed voices, but in her trance she pays them no mind. When she reached the top of the tower, the orb transformed into a spinning wheel. A voice, more present than the ones echoing up the stairwell, called to her and she reached out her hand, pricking her finger against the spindle.

The unnatural green glow vanished from (Y/n)’s eyes and they drooped closed. She collapsed to the ground, unmoving.

“(Y/n), no!” Suma cried, joined quickly by Makio and Hinatsuru looking just as horrified. They had been too late.

A wind whipped up and an all too familiar laughter echoed throughout the chamber. In a burst of green light, Daki stood before them.

“You really thought you could pull one over on me, did you? Fools, all of you!” She smirked down at (Y/n)’s motionless body, prodding her with her staff, “Just look at your Princess now!”

“Get away from her!” Makio cried, struggling against Hinatsuru who held her back.

Daki threw her head back and cackled once more, “I have no further use for her, deal with the little brat as you wish! I have another Princess to entertain.” In another flash of green light, Daki was gone.

The good fairies descended upon the sleeping Princess in tears, cradling her close as the last rays of sun disappeared.

A boom and crackle of distant fireworks lit up the sky in the sun’s place soon after, serving to make the fairies feel even worse.

“The King and Queen will be so heartbroken when they find out!” Suma blubbered.

“No,” Makio shook her head, “this will destroy them.”

“But, we can’t not tell them.”

“Maybe we can.” Hinatsuru murmured as she tucked (Y/n) into the bed they had moved her to.

“We will put everyone in the kingdom to sleep until she wakes.”

The three fairies shrunk down and brought sleep to the entire kingdom and as they did so, the words of one Princess Kanae to her father caught Hinatsuru completely off guard.

“Um, father?” Kanae yawned, “I have something to tell you about Shinobu.”

“Hm? What is it my child?” He answered groggily. “Were you too squabbling again?”

“No, well, yes, but she… she met someone in the forest, a peasant girl. I think she’s serious about her.”

“Serious how?”

“She wishes to marry her.” Kanae murmured, fighting to stay awake.

“Oh my… where is she now?”

“Back in the forest visiting her I suppose.”

“Ah, such a headstrong girl that one…”

They finally succumbed to the spell and Hinatsuru gasped as she made the connection.

The woman (Y/n) had met in the forest, it must have been Princess Shinobu! That must have been what Daki meant. She had captured Princess Shinobu at the cottage!

“Makio, Suma, did you hear that?” Hinatsuru asked.

“Yes, but what are we to do about it?” Makio frowned.

“Daki lives on that scary mountain!” Suma added.

“We have no choice,” Hinatsuru shook her head, “we need to free Princess Shinobu. She’s the best chance our Princess has at true love’s kiss.”

Apprehensive yet determined, the three fairies flew to the dark mountain in search of the kidnapped Princess.

***

It was not hard to find Daki, surrounded by feasting creatures in her demented ballroom, celebrating her cruelty. The fairies stayed out of sight and crept after the more sinister of their kind who had decided to leave the festivities for whatever reason. When they got to the dungeon, Makio had to hold her hand over Suma’s mouth to keep her from gasping too loudly.

There behind a cell, Princess Shinobu sat, shackled against a gritty wall. Her head resting on her knees.

When she heard Daki’s approach, she rose her head just enough to glare at her over her knees.

Daki snickered.

“Aww, such a grumpy face,” Daki squatted beside the cell, “don’t worry, you have a grand destiny ahead of you. Like a fairy tale come true.”

“What are you talking about?” Shinobu was not in the mood for games.

Daki swirled her staff and manifested a scene for Shinobu to see, narrating the images with a false sweetness.

“In the tallest tower of the castle that neighbors your own, lays Princess (Y/n) in a sleep like death. Dreaming of her true love come to set her free.”

Shinobu gasped, raising her head fully to look closer at the woman projected. Surely that could not be…

“Ah, isn’t that the peasant girl you expected to find in that dingy old cottage? The truth is that they are one in the same. What a coincidence!

In the tower the Princess shall sleep, untouched by time for a hundred years. And on the hundredth year shall I release you to ride off on a noble steed and awaken your Princess you shall with true love’s kiss.”

The projection showed Shinobu old and withered against a harsh landscape devoid of any love and beauty. She kissed (Y/n) only to die in her arms of old age, leaving her alone in a cruel and unforgiving world.

“No!” Shinobu roared, struggling uselessly against her shackles.

Daki howled with laughter, taking great pleasure in watching Shinobu writhe in the moldy cell.

Daki rose back to her full height, motioning for Gyutaro to take perch on her hand.

“Come Gyutaro, let’s leave our noble Princess with these happy thoughts.”

The door closed with a heavy thud, and after a few moments, Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma revealed themselves to Shinobu, quickly sushing her as they got to work on her shackles.

“Princess Shinobu, this will not be an easy journey. We will help you where we can, but our victory will ultimately be up to you,” Hinatsuru explained while Shinobu rubbed her freed wrists, listening intently.

“Take this enchanted shield and this sword of poison and steadfast iron. They shall protect you and help you triumph over evil.”

“Thank you,” Shinobu took the offerings with care, “how can I ever repay you?”

“Just save our little Princess, okay?” Makio beseeched.

“She’s like a child of our own.” Suma sniffed.

“I will.” Shinobu nodded, “I promise.”

The four attempted to descend the mountain without being seen, but Gyutaro, who had been circling nearby, screeched loudly, alerting all of the escaping Princess.

“Go go go!” Makio urged.

“Your horse is hidden just beyond those boulders!” Suma informed.

The three fairies took flight as Shinobu climbed onto her trusty steed and barreled down the mountain, fighting off Daki’s minions along the way.

“Stop her you fools!” Daki bellowed, casting a spell to grow thick, spiny brambles around the castle’s perimeter.

Giyuu reared up on his hind legs and Shinobu fell from his back as he took off running. She quickly rolled to her feet and fought off the creatures with her poisoned blade.

When she had an opening, she began slicing through the brambles, causing Daki roar with rage.

“You are ruining everything!” She shrieked.

Dali rose her staff and aimed a spell at her precious raven, “We must stop her Gyutaro! Come to me!” She commanded with a stomp of her foot and the bird merged with her to create a two headed dragon.

“You have to be joking!” Shinobu griped, hacking through the brambles as fast as she could.

The dragons spewed a sour green fire over the brambles. Shinobu’s shield protected her from the spray, but she needed to gain some higher ground if she was to have a chance at victory.

Shinobu tumbled out of the bramble forest, she barely had enough time to register the heads diving for her. She raised her sword and swiped at their snouts, causing them to rear back and roar angrily.

“Princess! Over here!” Suma yelled, pointing at magical steps carved into the side of a cliff overlooking the castle.

Shinobu wasted no time climbing the steps, blocking the flames with her shield. As she reached the top, a particularly strong blast blew her shield right off of her arm.

The dragons’ heads laughed in harmony even as Shinobu aimed her sword.

“And what are you going to do with that needle, little girl?” The dragons goaded in unison.

Shinobu bared her teeth, but her expression became one of surprise when the blade in her hands began to glow with purple, red and blue energies that gave her feelings of hope, justice, honesty, light, joy, love… it felt like all of the good in the world rested in her hands.

Shinobu chanced a glance behind her to see the good fairies thrusting their magic upon the blade, giving it all they could.

“Aim true, Princess!” Hinatsuru yelled over the whipping winds and cracking fire.

“The evil must perish!” Makio pushed.

“Good will always persevere in the end!” Suma swallowed thickly, decidedly not looking at the fearsome dragon looming over them.

Shinobu eyed the dragon with steadfast determination, took aim, and threw the sword as if it had been a spear. The blade struck the dragons right in their shared heart, pumping it full of poison and enchanted iron.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” The dragons’ heads warbled and shrieked, cursing and snapping at each other as if blaming the other for their failure.

Finally, the beast collapsed and stilled, never to terrorize the kingdoms again.

“Ah! We did it!” Suma dropped to her knees and promptly began to bawl. “I can’t believe we did it!”

“Would it kill you to have a little more faith in us?” Makio griped, but smiled nevertheless.

Giyuu trotted sheepishly back to Shinobu’s side and though exhausted the Princess managed to roll her eyes and give the horse an affectionate pat.

“And you wonder why I insist no one likes you. Don’t worry you big oaf, I forgive you.”

Giyuu snorted and nudged the girl’s shoulder with his big snout.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I believe there is still one very important task to do,” Hinatsuru smiled, “go to her.”

“Right!” Shinobu nodded, “Let’s go Giyuu.”

Shinobu mounted the horse and took off back down the cliff while the fairies returned the landscape to its former glory. When she reached the tower, Shinobu dismounted and cautiously climbed the spiral staircase.

It was silly really, Shinobu knew. She had just slayed a two-headed fire breathing dragon, yet here she was nervous about going to kiss the girl of her dreams.

She entered the room and her breath was instantly taken away. Shinobu sat on the bed and took a moment to admire the girl she had met in the forest. They had only been apart for a few hours, but it felt like years had passed in that time.

“Hello stranger,” Shinobu murmured, “well, I suppose we were never really strangers, were we? I think we had some idea from the start.” She reached out to put her hand over (Y/n)’s,

“True love’s kiss... My apologies for being so forward, I don’t even know if you can hear me right now, but I promise that if we were in any other situation I would ask first. I hope you will allow me a second chance to do it right.”

Shinobu leaned in, tucking her hair behind her ear, eyes slowly drifting shut,

“It is time to wake up, Princess (Y/n).”

Shinobu pressed her lips gently to (Y/n)’s and lingered only a moment before pulling back, searching (Y/n)’s face for any sign that she was waking.

She relaxed when (Y/n)’s eyes began to flutter. When her eyes opened fully and she saw Shinobu hovering over her, (Y/n) smiled and rose her hand to cup Shinobu’s cheek. Shinobu placed her hand over (Y/n)’s and grinned down at her.

“I was just dreaming about you.” (Y/n) informed.

“Oh? All good things I hope.”

“All good things.” (Y/n) confirmed.

There was a clattering coming from the stairs and the Princesses turned to observe as three fairies came sprawling through the doorway and descended upon them for a hug pile.

“Sorry, I kept them back as long as I could.” Hinatsuru chuckled.

“I’m happy you’re here aunties.”

“Bwahhh! Such a good girl! My baby! Don’t ever scare me like that again!” Suma cried, squeezing the life out of (Y/n).

“She is not your baby.” Makio shook her head. Though as far as Makio was concerned they were definitely going to remain present in (Y/n)’s life, even with the curse gone. She took on the role of auntie just as seriously as the others had.

***

The kingdoms awoke with the revival of the Princess and Shinobu couldn’t help but laugh at Kanae’s face when she saw her and (Y/n) walking arm in arm into the ballroom.

Despite their parents wanting to have the wedding right then and there, the girls decided there was no rush. Tonight they would celebrate finding each other and good’s triumph over evil. They had all the time in the world.

Hinatsuru smiled fondly, watching the Princess’ twirl around the ballroom lost in each other’s eyes. It was almost perfect, but… Hinatsuru sighed,

“Make it purple.” She murmured, with a flick of her wand, she changed the color of (Y/n)’s dress.

“Come on, red.” Makio huffed, flicking her own wand.

“Makio, we are not doing this again. Purple is the obvious choice. It matches Shinobu’s eyes and everything.” Gone again was the the red color of the dress.

“This shade of red compliments them both!” Makio argued, switching the color again.

“I just love happy endings!” Suma wailed, blowing her nose violently as she watched the couple dance.

“Any idea what’s going on?” Shinobu chuckled as they danced, motioning to (Y/n)’s color changing dress with a tip of her head.

“Some kind of color theory dispute I suppose. If they regularly use magic this liberally I’m surprised they made it almost eighteen years without it.” (Y/n) peered over Shinobu’s shoulder to give the fairies a disbelieving smile at their antics.

Then (Y/n) seamlessly took the lead from Shinobu and began dancing her over to the open courtyard. Shinobu was all too happy to follow her lead.

Out of sight in the cool, night air, (Y/n)’s dress halted on purple, for which she was sure had Makio displeased. She pulled Shinobu by her hands and together they weaved aimlessly through the sculpture garden until they could hear the music of the ballroom just faintly.

“What are you up to, hm?” Shinobu asked.

“I just wanted to explore a bit, go somewhere a little quieter. I don’t think I’ll ever figure out where everything is. I fear I’ll get lost quite often.” (Y/n) said, only half joking.

“If you do get lost, rest assured I will find you. I’d even get lost with you, if you’d like.” Shinobu grinned.

“That sounds fun,” (Y/n) looked out over the maze like courtyard and grinned in kind, “In fact, I think this could count as our first instance of being lost together.”

“And do we wish to be found?” Shinobu stepped closer, whispering conspiratorially.

“Maybe not right away.” (Y/n) smiled slyly.

They continued to walk and talk together, asking each other about their childhoods, their likes and dislikes, their dreams and ambitions. Eventually they found a nice marble bench to sit on. Their fingers remained entangled and they enjoyed the quiet of the moment.

(Y/n) took in a deep breath, as she exhaled, she rested her head on Shinobu’s shoulder.

“You aren’t becoming cursed again, are you?” Shinobu joked, pushing back (Y/n)’s hair out of her face.

(Y/n) shook her head, nuzzling Shinobu’s shoulder.

“You could check though, if you wanted.”

“Is this your way of asking for a kiss?”

“…maybe.”

Shinobu leaned back and (Y/n) took the hint, straightening up. Shinobu squeezed her hand,

“May I kiss you, (Y/n)?”

“Yes, please do.”

Shinobu wasted no time slipping her hands up to hold (Y/n)’s face. She tilted her head to the right and her lips found home as another round of fireworks lit the sky.

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legendtraineremily · 1 year

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Foreword for the post: When writing characters and giving them depth, I like to use a little method I was given a few years ago—write a mock “Q&A” bit with your character and see how they’d react to certain questions.

In my last post I described Izzy Goodin, the Celestial Warlock. Here’s his Q&A. (Bolded text is the interviewer)

First of all, is your name, “Izzy” short for something?

-Oh? Hmm? No, not at all. It is just Izzy. Not a conventional name, even by halfling standards but that is what was decided.

Decided…by your parents I would assume?

-No actually. You may find this interesting: I was not raised by my parents where I grew up. You see, I was raised in a sequestered halfling settlement—a place I now look back on as what many would deem a fanatic cult—wherein the child raising was assigned to certain matrons of the community. Naming, too, was done by a group of matrons said to have a special talent in finding the “true name,” they called it, of each babe.

Interesting. So, you’ve described yourself as a “celestial warlock.” How is that any different from a cleric, or a simply, pious wizard?

-Well, the most important difference (and why I say “warlock”) is the contract aspect. As you are likely aware, the gift of magic is bestowed upon many faithful priests or worthy followers, and still many find magic within arcane secrets and innate abilities. But warlocks are gifted magical abilities through a deal made with higher beings. Now, again, you’re likely aware that most of these contracts are with demonic or eldritch forces. That is because these beings find it hard to bestow magical gifts in the same manner as more godly beings. But a celestial warlock is one where the being offering the contract is more, well, celestial in nature—angels, minor deities, and the like. In my case, the halfling deity of strength and righteous defense, Arvonee. Where you would expect him to advocate for more clerics, he opted to form a contract with me, when I had hit rock-bottom, so to speak but also quite literally. It seemed, and still seems, to me that clerics and paladins, being beholden to no truly binding oath, were a fickle force for his will, and thus he contracted me.

Wow! That sounds really amazing! How has it been in your god’s service?

-To be honest? It has been…an experience. While I enjoy helping my fellow halflings and being employed, so to speak, in the service of a righteous being, there are drawbacks. Using my powers is quite physically draining, his voice can echo in my head annoyingly at times, and I have near limitless years to serve. Yet, overall, I am fulfilled.

Huh. Sounds like a very unorthodox set-up.

-Indeed.

Now, final questions. First: we were told that the name of your team was suggested by you. How did that occur?

-Ah, yes. Well what started out as an exclamation of exasperation turned into quite the bonding moment. I was frustrated with some of the more, shall we say, belligerent members of our party. We were trying to figure out how to escape a loaded spike trap and none of us were any closer to disarming it after each of us tried multiple times. I stated that we were just a gaggle of fools, incapable of accomplishing what should be a simple task. It was with that utterance, “we are a gaggle of fools,” that Elowina finally snapped and smashed the whole mechanism with her hammer. And of course, it worked.

Oh my, that’s quite the story. Last question now. You’ve been described as having a romantic’s touch. Any plans to settle down?

-Settle down? Oh, no, I do not think that is in my cards. Not that I would be able to, let alone, want to. Arvonee is a very tasking Lord, though a rewarding one. I may seem a romantic, yet I admit I have little interest in others in relation to romance. I just know how to treat other beings with respect when they deserve it.

Ah. Understood. Well thank you so much!

-You’re welcome.

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inazumas-songstress · 2 years

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Hello

❝🎶🎶🎶~ oh? Hello there. Were you entranced by my singing? *chuckle* Just kidding~ Nice to meet you, [reader]. I go by the name Eri, and am a mere songstress hailed from the Grand Narukami Shrine!❞

When it Rains

❝Oh.. It’s raining. Although it does give a sense of peace, *a slight frown* I.. don’t feel calm, at all. I wonder why. *sigh* Maybe it’s just me.❞

After the Rain

❝There, isn’t it much better now that it’s not raining? Hey, [reader], let us go to the streets and grab some snacks to munch on!❞

When it Snows

❝Wahh- it’s so white and pure! And the view’s ethereal! Hmm? Oh, no please go on, [reader], I’ll wait for you here— why..don’t I go with you? *lightly fiddles her shimenawa strings with a small smile on her lips* I don’t think I could, a being as unpure as I am would only taint the pureness of the snow.❞

When the Wind is Blowing

❝My~~ Lord Barbatos must’ve been in a good mood today! Shall I offer a song to the wind?❞

Good Morning

*yawns* ❝Good morning, [reader]. How was your sleep? It’s another day today and I wonder what kind of adventures awaits? Oh but first, let’s go and grab some dango!❞

Good Afternoon

🎶🎶🎶~ ❝Afternoon naps sound inviting. Say, [reader], shall we go to Chinju Forest and get our rest there? There’s a shrine that will protect us while we rest!❞

Good Evening

….. *just silently admires at the sunset*

Good Night

❝Finally, the night’s here. *chuckle and turns to [reader]* I’ll see you tomorrow then? Oh, would you like me to sing you a lullaby?❞

When Thunder Strikes

❝Ahh! Is the shogun mad again? I promised I’ve finished my songstress’ duty for the day!❞

About: Earrings

❝Spiderlily earrings, hmm, I recalled someone telling me that spider lily is just a nickname for Dendrobium. *chuckle* It’s the only way I remember the little child.. Daiki .. You deserve so much more.❞

About: Favourite Flowers

❝The little child gave me this flower *smiles sadly*, it’s a dendrobium, commonly found in Nazuchi Beach. Hmm.. I can’t recall why he gave me this flower though.. but *smiles fondly* the child’s expression when he told me interesting facts of this flower.. so innocent, full of life. If only I’m strong enough to protect him.❞

About: Shimenawa strings

❝Ah, these strings around my neck? *caresses the tassels of the strings* Guuji Yae made sure that I have with me since that incident. I can’t recall but by the look on her face, and on Nana’s face.. something unpleasant must’ve happened. And since that incident.. I rarely saw Daiki anymore.. Guuji Yae told me that I lost control? Of myself.. but perhaps the voices and whisperings in my head had successfully taken control over my body..❞

About: Dreams

❝I believe dreams are supposed to be pleasant. [Reader], what are your dreams like? Was it safe and happy? What is it that you dreamt of? Of what had happened today? Of the past? Do you believe that dreams might indicate what will happen in the future?❞

About Sleep

❝Sleep… *chuckles* You see, I have this terrible habit of sneaking out from my songstress duties and sneaking away to get a nap. But when it comes to nightly sleep.. This might sound childish but I was afraid of falling asleep, *laughs sheepishly* Because I knew, I’ll meet with nightmares and would often wake up, collect my blanket and sleep under the Sacred Tree instead. Oh! Speaking of Sacred Tree! [Reader], sleeping under the sacred tree is a fun experience! You should give it a try- eh? Fall sick easily? No, no, I’m still perfectly fine!❞

About: Birthday

❝Another thing that I can’t really recall. *laughs lightly* Hmm but Guuji Yae told me something about me being a child of the sun? So maybe I’m born during the summer? Enough about me though, [Reader], when’s your birthday? How about we celebrate it together doing the things you like?❞ *smiles happily*

About: Vision

❝“A gift bestowed upon those who dwell in Teyvat and are recognized by the gods.”.. huh.. what is it in me that the gods recognize? Hm? “Who sees the world.. differently than the others..?” *chuckles lightly* Even if you say in that manner, [reader], I don’t think I’ll be able to understand. But I guess, receiving such a vision from the Archon doesn’t seem like a bad idea.❞

About: Songstress

*smiles as she reminiscent the past* ❝I remember telling Guuji Yae about the noises and the whisperings, they sometimes sounded harsh and rude. Still, there are times when they sounded so helpless and pitiful. There was a look in Guuji’s eyes when I told her I would offer these voices a tune or a song – only then they quietened down. I just didn’t understand when she patted my head and said, “Once a songstress, always a songstress,”. I looked at her, confused. That sounded silly, don’t you think, [reader]? I have never been a songstress in my entire life!❞ *chuckles*

About: Voices

❝The voices are always around wherever I go, it’s just that I decided to pay them no mind. There are days, however, when the voices overwhelm me and made me lose focus. But don’t worry about it! It has been this way since I was a kid, after all. *smiles assuringly* Hmm? Now? Let’s see.. There are whisperings around us, but rest assured that the spirits aren’t hostile. We’re both safe from harm, [reader].❞

About: Scars

❝“Is that.. electro scar?” You asked? Why, yes. Apologies that you had to see them, give me a moment please- *rustling sounds as she adjusted her attire* Where did I get that from? Hmm. Tsurumi Island – that day, I wasn’t feeling myself. That was the first time I realized that /I/had lost control of myself. *places a hand over her chest* ../He/ brought me back, saved me, saved /us/. I’m forever grateful to him, but.. I feel guilty for hurting him too.. he could’ve just left me but he didn’t.. Hmm? Who is he, you asked? *smiles softly* Well, wouldn’t you like to know, [reader]?❞

About: Fatui

❝ Eh, [reader]? You said that I looked like I’m not aware of the Fatui’s existence? *chuckles sheepishly* Well, you might be right. You could say that I live in a pretty.. peaceful life? Oh, I think there’s nothing wrong in acknowledging their presence. Should I receive order from Guuji Yae on them, then it’s my duty to face them. If not, I think they’re just misunderstood people whose views differ from ours, and their actions are what we might call.. immoral? But eh~ *waves hand dismissively* If I’m able to get on their good sides, then so be it~ 🎶🎶 I’ll accept them the way they are~ 🎵 ❞

About: Eri

?????: ❝ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔠𝔢𝔰, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰, 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔢. *𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔰* 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡, 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢? 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢, 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔳𝔞𝔰, 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢, 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢- *𝔢𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯* 𝔦𝔣 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔴𝔞 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔶 𝔨𝔦𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔢, 𝔈𝔯𝔦, 𝔈𝔯𝔦, 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔟𝔶 𝔫𝔬𝔴? ❞

About: The Melody

❝ [reader], what are you scared of? *smiles softly* For me, it was this one melody, it’s soft and airy just like a lullaby. Her voice, reminds me that of a siren, sweet enough to give me the goosebumps. *laughs sheepishly* This melody would sometimes accompany me in my nightma- ahem, dreams. So chilling, I can’t help to dread the impending doom, about to befall upon us, upon Teyvat as a whole.. *sighs*❞

The Incident

Nana Mizuki: ❝She said she hasn’t met Daiki in a while, hasn’t she? *sighs lightly* If only she knew what had happened, could she ever forgive herself?❞

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pukanavis · 2 years

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Order: Meaning Analysis ・A Reason to Wish Upon a Star Pt 6 - Slowly, Slowly

Einsatz: I’ve returned, Masters.

Ruma: Welcome back. How did everything go on your end?

Alto: All the preparations went well. By the way…what’s that you’re making?

Nobel: They’re paper windsocks, a Tanabata decoration. Although, we’re only making smaller versions currently.

Ruma: It makes for a more striking sight with them than without. The colourful strips of paper flutter in the wind~...

Einsatz: Your craftsmanship is magnificent. I admire you greatly, Masters.

Ruma: Oh, I'll get all shy if you say that. This is nothing compared to developing and performing maintenance on an android.

Nobel: We’ve more or less finished up over here as well. Let’s take a break, why don’t we?

Einsatz: —Masters. I know it’s sudden but I’d like to speak with you about something…

Nobel: Is it about the task Ruma gave you?

Einsatz: Yes. I’m confident that I have a logical and accurate answer that will satisfy the both of you.

Nobel: This was about “the meaning of wishing” yes? Please, share with us what you’ve found.

Einsatz: Very well then, I shall give you my report. I believe wishing is—

The act of abandoning the efforts one should make themselves to instead rely on outside powers.

Nobel & Ruma: !

Einsatz: I spoke with many people who had written on tanzaku and they had made wishes that were never realistic to begin with—

From the looks of it, they had neglected to do anything to make the wish a reality. This is nothing that should be compared to a feasible “goal”.

Nobel: …I see. That’s a rather reasonable opinion.

Einsatz: This is why I believe that wishing is the act of an individual entrusting their unattainable desires to uncertain factors such as luck or changes in the environment—

In my opinion, a more accurate way to describe these wishes would be as “lacklusterly giving up” or a way to “ease the mind” of some sorts.

Ruma: Is that so? When you put it like that, it certainly sounds correct.

Einsatz: …? Was that satisfactory? Did I make some sort of mistake?

Nobel: No, not at all. You gave us a very logical and correct answer. Once you look deeper into it and give it some thought, wishes certainly are as you described.

Although…watering it down like that is a rather depressing way of thinking.

Einsatz: Depressing…how so?

Nobel: Almost everything in this world can be explained in a logical manner like the way you've just shown us.

However, if you disassemble everything with logic and rationality, all you’ll be left with in the world is a bunch of mathematical expressions. I find that to be rather, well—heartless.

Einsatz: …Forgive me, Master Nobel. I’m unable to decipher the meaning behind your words.

Ruma: Hmm…let’s look at it from a different perspective. Ein, is there anything you want to wish for?

Einsatz: I do not believe in the concept of leaving desires to uncertain factors while knowing how impossible they truly are.

The hardware and software that my masters bestowed upon my frame are of the highest quality. Being able to carry out everything that I must using my own capabilities is my only desire.

If, perchance, there was something unattainable to me, I wouldn’t deserve it in the first place. Wishing for it would simply be nonsensical.

Ruma: —I see. As one of your developers, it pleases me to hear you speak so highly of your body.

However, why don’t you think it over once more? Surely there must be a problem you’re unable to solve with your current capabilities.

Einsatz: A problem I can’t solve..? But, as your servant—

Flashback

Einsatz: I am the only one without a perfect performance…my lack of skill is shameful.

End of flashback

Einsatz: …!

Ruma: It looks like you have something in mind. I hope you'll forgive my inconsiderate choice of words.

If you’ve come to a realisation, you may find yourself with a new outlook if you give it some thought.

Einsatz: …Master Ruma. I…

Ruma: We shouldn’t say anything else. Just continue thinking about it in whatever way your feelings may guide you.

I believe doing so will be an incredibly important experience for you.

Einsatz: …Forgive me, but may I have a little more time?

Nobel: Of course. Don’t worry about us and just take some time to think it over.

Einsatz: Please excuse me.

Nobel: …Perhaps I was a little harsh. Doctor, I apologise for bringing you into this.

Alto: It’s no problem at all! After all, this is all for Ein-san’s sake.

Ruma: As you know, the development of an android’s “kokoro” is inseparable from the experiences they endure.

Everything is a repeated process of trial and error. From a glance, what may seem like meaningless speculation, could in reality be a huge development.

Nobel: There is one thing that cannot be calculated with mathematical formulas…the heart. That is what we believe.

Ruma: I’m certain he’ll be able to find an answer. I apologise for this, Doctor-kun, but would you mind accompanying him a little longer?

Alto: Not at all!

Ruma: I’ll be counting on you then. Fufu…I must say, I feel rather hopeless.

Nobel: Why's that?

Ruma: I’m worried about that boy. If I were allowed to, I’d run straight after him and give him some advice.

Nobel: I feel the same. However, let’s endure it for a little longer. For his sake.

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 4 years

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Babe. Brain cell bae. Bestie. Would you bestow upon us some ever so soft "post-potions" geraskier goodness? Pretty please?

I included purring for you, boo. Cause ily and you’re my bff and all that jazz.

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“Loud,” Geralt complains, curling even further in on himself. “The fire is loud.”

His eyes are still pitch black, the veins curling outward and around his temples in little black tendrils of pulsing, toxic blood. The Witcher lies curled around himself, nestled deeply in his bedroll. He’s wrapped himself tightly with a blanket and even covered up most of his head. Only his eyes are visible to the bard, dark and narrow to filter some of the overwhelming light.

Jaskier sits nearby, as close as he can without touching his hypersensitive companion, and whispers: “Do you want me to hum again?”

The bundle of blankets nods in affirmation and the bard smiles. He begins to hum as quietly as possible, one of Geralt’s favorite lullabies. Eventually one scarred hand finds its way out of the mound and grips tightly at the soft blue silk of Jaskier’s pants. He starts to rub a bit of the material between his fingers and hums along to the familiar tune, settling himself back into his body.

“Feeling better, love?” the bard whispers again. The bundle nods a second time.

“Hmm.”

“Would you like it if I played with your hair?”

“Hmm.”

“Alright. I’m going to lift your head into my lap now,” he narrates the movements he makes as he makes them. Geralt could be flinchy and flighty in this state and Jaskier doesn’t ever want to frighten him. He starts weaving his fingers through the long white strands, delicately and carefully pulling any knots or tangles free. “Is this still okay?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Jaskier plays with it for awhile, braiding and unbraiding it as Geralt slowly comes down from his post-hunt potion high. Slowly but surely the bard listens as his breathing evens out and watches as his body stops making frantic little twitching movements from within his cocoon.

“Shall we sleep now, dear heart?”

“Hmm. Get in,” the Witcher scoots over, making room for Jaskier to slip easily into the circle of his arms. It’s a smooth, practiced series of movements and soon they’re pressed together within the confines of Geralt’s shared bedroll.

Jaskier’s lips find the Witcher’s even in the pitch dark (he’d let the fire fade to nothing in the warm embrace of summer) and latched them together. It gave him a point of connection. Geralt could anchor himself to the world with Jaskier’s warmth alone; sometimes he thought it might be the only thing keeping him from going absolutely mad with the darkness of his life.

Jaskier, the man who was now winding his hands into the front of the Witcher’s worn black shirt like it was his favorite childhood blanket, was the Witcher’s personal sun. His arms dart out and wrap around the bard with sudden intensity, crushing the smaller man against his chest.

A deep and thunderous rumbling erupts from his very core. Jaskier’s hands are still clasped against his chest and his head is resting safely in the crook of Geralt’s neck. Soft puffs of air breeze across the skin of his Adam’s apple every few seconds, marking the bard’s breathing and further strengthening the Witcher’s happy purring.

“I’m glad to hear that you’re happy, darling.”

“You’re here. You’re safe. I’m happy.”

“Does it make you happy, you know, keeping me safe?”

Geralt can see the unease in Jaskier’s eyes; it’s not so dark that he can’t make out the bard’s face with his Witchery enhancements.

“I don’t want to get in your way.”

The Witcher curls around Jaskier entirely, building a nest with his arms and chest and some of the blankets. He nestles his darling against him and purrs even deeper, vibrating the bard with the force of the sound. “Very happy.”

“I love you, Geralt.”

Geralt kisses his way across Jaskier’s face, from his cheek to his nose to his other cheek. He marks a slow path to the bard’s lips and presses a final, soft kiss to his mouth. “I love you, Jaskier. Thank you.”

“Always and forever, my dear.”

“Hmm. Good.”

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Imagine you are a purple but this is the outfit Michael assigned for you. 😳

Hmm... okay, I see you. I can definitely get behind this. Thanks for the send in! :)

Warnings: Filthy talk & references to some smut.

He goes on and on, strong fingertips tapping heavily against an oak desk. The one he had just made you clean, only to fuck you mercilessly over it. You don’t dare let out a sigh again, knowing he will send you out in front of your fellow Outpost residents in your “special” ensemble. He smirks, seemingly reading you with a hot pleasure.

“Are we clear this time, hmm?” He palms his chin, studying you with those otherworldly eyes.

“Yes, Mr. Langdon, Sir. I am to wear this and not talk down—“ He lifts one finger, pausing you with an added warning.

You tighten your hands together in your lap, swallowing that dry ache. You’re so parched for this man. “Or attempt to wear any clothing but what my lord and savior has given me.”

He inhales sharply, tilting his head back to get off on such a praising formality. His jugular is firm, covered in the marks he let you bestow upon him. You’re his personal pet, he says. And you shall be wearing the purple lace whenever you accompany him in public, and within the confines of your shared space. Michael had tried giving you your own room, but he simply refers to have you service him when he gives the immediate call.

“Good girl. What a... fallen angel.” He smirks.

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fenrys-moonbeam-lochan · 3 years

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And I shall bestow a kiss upon you

Summary: The cadre like to kiss each other. Aedion is a little confused

Ao3

Part of my ToG Comfortember 2020. I know it’s 2021 now, but I’m determined to finish it.

XXX

The Cadre liked to kiss each other.

It was an absurd thought, but Aedion knew what he was seeing.

He hadn't thought much of it at first. They were pretty drunk the first time it happened, and Fenrys had been the perpetrator. That part was self-explanatory, really.

After a night out that had left both he and Rowan tipsy, Fenrys drunk and Lorcan the only one sober, they had come back with Fenrys dangling between them.

"I'll take him to his room," said Lorcan

"Are You sure?" asked Rowan

"Yea, yea," said Lorcan, "I'm sure your wives are waiting to hit you over the heads for being this late,"

Aedion chuckled. They were late, an hour late, to be exact. Elide, of course, was still in Perranth, so Lorcan didn't need to worry about ruining anyone's schedule.

"Alright then,"

Lorcan started to lead Fenrys away when he suddenly flailed and tried to move back.

"Wait! Wait!" he cried, "I have to say bye,"

Lorcan rolled his eyes and sighed but let him go. Fenrys ambled over and gave Rowan a big hug and kiss on the cheek. He then turned to Aedion and kissed his hair.

"Timo to go now," said Lorcan

Fenrys grinned and waved, "Bye!"

Aedion smiled and shook his head as they watched the other two go.

"Wow, he's drunk,"

Rowan snorted his agreement.

And that was that.

Except that it wasn't.

The next time it happened, they were at a party hosted by the Queen of Terrasen. It was a holiday gala with plenty of wine and spirits making the rounds. This time both he and Fenrys were pretty drunk. As the night ended and the still sober ladies retired to one of the smaller sitting rooms, Rowan and Lorcan decided it was time for both he and Fenrys to be in bed.

Rowan grabbed him while Lorcan took the other wolf. However, before Fenrys could leave, he once again gave both of them a kiss on the cheek. Aedion let it go instantly but was forced to rethink it when Rowan was putting him in bed.

The silver-haired male helped him strip out of his outer layers and got him under the covers. Once Aedion was in, Rowan lowered his head and gently touched his lips to Aedion's forehead.

Now, Aedion was drunk and tired and didn't have the capacity to really think beyond his initial surprise. However, in the morning, his head was a little more clear, if throbbing, and he remembered what had happened the night before.

Even though it was a bit odd, he put it off to Rowan just acting like the big brother. Aedion himself had always kissed Aelin as a sign of affection. So what if they were two males? It was still a normal thing to do.

It happened again after a late-night dinner at the palace. This time no one was drunk, and no one kissed him.

However, as Fenrys got up to leave, everyone else got up say goodbye. Rowan was the last one, and as he leaned in for a hug, Fenrys gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek, same as Aelin.

It was a little surprising since he had only seen Fenrys kiss one of the males when drunk, but he figured it was just something Fenrys did.

The next time the four of them were sitting at a campfire, and the oldest two males were regaling them with stories from their centuries together. Fenrys would chime in here and there, too, but it was mostly the other two talking.

Surprisingly, Fenrys was the first one to get up, citing an early morning for him. Before he left, he went to grasp Rowan's arm and then quickly kissed him on the cheek. Lorcan was given the same treatment.

Lorcan was given the same treatment. What the fuck?

The oldest male didn't push him away as Aedion had expected, merely sighed exasperatedly and rolled his eyes. As Fenrys passed him, he placed a kiss on his head too.

Aedion looked at the other males, but they had gone back to reminiscing about one battle or another.

Alright. So maybe Fenrys really just liked kissing his friends. It could be a thing.

The time after that, there was no Fenrys. It was actually Rowan that did it.

"Alright, time for me go," he said once the two of them were done pouring over reports. The man squeezed his shoulder and placed a kiss on his head. Aedion mumbled his own goodnight and wondered what the hell was going on.

He had almost given up on figuring it out and just accepted that Fenrys and Rowan were just like that. Except then he witnessed a small moment between Lorcan and Rowan that made him curious again.

They were going out to meet a radical pure-blood fae group, the kind that didn't believe any demi-fae should have been given freedom. The new laws put forward by the Sellene had brought them out of the woodwork. Aelin had agreed to go help settle things down.

Lorcan had been on edge ever since he heard of the group, more tense than normal, mood sourer than ever, and he barely said two words to anyone.

No one in the court blamed him, though. This group had been around for a long time, and if Rowan's impromptu history lesson was anything to go by, someone as old as Lorcan would have been brought a lot of pain due to their actions.

Just before they were about to leave, Aedion saw Rowan and Lorcan standing a little away from the rest of them. Rowan was saying something to Lorcan softly and when he finished talking, the dark made gently grasped his forearm. He then leaned in as if to hug the other male but turned his face to brush a small kiss at Rowan's temple.

It was a small moment and if Aedion had blinked, he would have missed it. Nobody else saw it and Aedion didn't have time to give it much thought.

After that incident, Aedion started to see it a lot more. Fenrys would kiss them when he was drunk or at the end of the day. Rowan would do it in a 'brotherly' way when one of them was upset or they were having a soft moment. They kissed each other more than they kissed him but still when they did, it seemed to come to them naturally. With Lorcan, the action wasn't natural. It was deliberate, usually comfort as the last resort. A kiss for Fenrys when his drink made him cry instead of making him laugh, one for Rowans when his eyes became glassy and always done in a fleeting moment. Aedion didn't think anyone else noticed it and the only reason he did was that he was looking for it.

Lorcan didn't kiss Aedion though. At least, he didn't use to.

Aedion and Lysandra had travelled to Perranth to check on Elide as she healed from her bones being realigned. The whole court had wanted to go together but as far as responsibilities go, it was just not feasible.

They promised to stay there three nights and on the second one, Aedion woke up in a sweat, his heart racing in his chest.

A nightmare. It had been a nightmare and a brutal one at that. One filled with too much blood and screaming, one that left him unable to go to sleep. Not wanting to wake his slumbering wife, Aedion carefully sipped out of bed.

Once he was in the hall, Aedion walked around the maze of a manor until he ended up on the city facing balcony. It was the same balcony Elide used at big functions to be seen and heard by her citizens. At night, it gave a beautiful and peaceful view of Perranth. It helped calm him.

The presence behind him seemed to materialize out of nowhere. He whipped around to find Lorcan already stepping back with his hands up and a sheepish look on his face.

"Apologies," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice, "I forget not everyone can feel me coming,"

"Right," muttered Aedion, "What are you doing up here?"

Lorcan hummed, "I usually only sleep four to six hours a night. This time it more towards the least amount. You?"

Aedion just shrugged and went back to looking at the city. Lorcan nodded as if he understood. Who knew, he probably did.

They stood there for a little while, silently watching the sleeping city together. Eventually, as Aedion's eyes started to droop, Lorcan turned towards him.

"We should get you back to bed, Ashryver," he said, "Unlike me, you do need more sleep,"

Aedion grunted but followed Lorcan without complaint. Lorcan was right, he was tired and he needed the sleep. Maybe this time his mind would actually let him rest.

When they got to the suite he was staying in, Lorcan was the one to open the door for him. Aedion nodded his thanks and said a quiet good night. As he passed Lorcan, the older male put a gentle hand on his shoulder and brushed a kiss to his temple.

"Good night," he murmured to Aedion, quickly closing the door after him.

It happened so fast, Aedion didn't have time to be surprised before the other male was gone.

He was, however, determined to get some answers.

The next time he saw Rowan, he plopped down beside him with intent.

"I have a question," he declared to his brother

Rowan raises an eyebrow at him, "Oh?"

"What's with the kissing?"

Rowan's other eyebrow joined its partner.

"You're going to need to be a little more specific, pup," said Rowan, "I'm assuming you're not asking about the normal kissing young men ask their older brothers about,"

Aedion snorted, "No. I'm talking about you and the rest of the Cadre,"

"Oh, that," said Rowan, "You noticed, hmm?"

"A bit hard not to," said Aedion, "Especially when Lorcan of all people gently bestowed one on me,"

"He did?" asked Rowan, disbelief clear on his face, "Wait. Is that what prompted this conversation?"

"Well, yes," answered Aedion, "Fenrys only does it when he's tired or drunk or both and you're to me what I am to Aelin so I didn't think much about it. I figured males that were close just did that,"

Rowan smiled, "And you would be right,"

Aedion gave him a blank look.

"But..."

Rowan smiled and threw an arm around, gently tugging him into his side.

"It doesn't really mean anything. It's just something people in Doranelle grow up doing, like shaking hands and hugging each other. Of course, Lorcan didn't grow up with family and is a little more reserved. Fenrys and I, as nobles, were taught some etiquette along with it. Bow first, who should initiate, how close you have to be and such but otherwise it doesn't have a deep meaning behind it,"

"So Lorcan...?"

Rowan sighed.

"As I said about Lorcan," he said, "He grew up without a family. All those jokes we make of him, he doesn't mind them because frankly, he gives as much as he gets. If he minded, we wouldn't make the jokes but there is some truth to them,"

Aedion thought back to the comment he had heard in passing conversations. The more humorous and nonchalant ones like 'bastard from the slums' and 'street rat'. And the ones said in the heat of the moment, like the day Rowan had spat out 'fucked his way to the top' in anger, making even Lorcan go quiet for a second.

If one really looked at the implied stories behind them, they didn't paint a very nice picture of Lorcan's past.

"He cares about you," said Rowan, "In his own Lorcan way, as much as he is able. We care out you,"

"Oh," whispered Aedion, "Oh,"

Rowan chuckled and placed a kiss against his temple. Aedion could feel his smile against his skin.

"Come on, pup," said Rowan, still smiling, "I think it's time for lunch,"

"Okay," he murmured, still a bit dazed.

After his conversation with Rowan, Aedion stopped keeping track, letting the older males show their affection. Lorcan's displays were still few and far between but Aedion knew that was just another part of him.

Eventually, he found himself reciprocating and even initiating the small show of affection. He learnt to turn his head and kiss Fenrys at the same time. He learnt to plant a kiss on Rowan's cheek as they hugged in greeting. He learnt that Fenrys like his hair to be kissed when he was tired. He found that when his brother was drunk he let out an adorable little giggle at having his forehead kissed.

He, however, refrained from doing any such thing with Lorcan. It just didn't seem right. Lorcan himself rarely initiated and to Aedion it felt as if he would be crossing some invisible line.

However, one night, on the anniversary of the court's victory, the four of them were sitting outside bathed in moonlight. The party had gone one for some time and as it had come to an end, the four of them had slipped away for a breath of air before they had to go back in and help the ladies. They were a little tipsy, red-cheeked and warm, their conversations soft and nonsensical.

Aedion didn't want to leave but he knew he had to be the first one to get up. Nobody expected Lorcan to be in there, they all understood his need for a break and Elide was the only one expected by the people. Rowan could also get away from disappearing for a bit. However, Aedion would be missed by some of the guests that were still milling about.

With great pain, he got himself to stand up.

"Alright gentlemen, I should go inside," he told the others.

They were a few murmurs of assent as he bent down to place a kiss on Fenrys's head. He then moved to Rowan and gave his forehead a gentle kiss. Then unthinkingly, he bent down and placed a kiss on Lorcan's forehead too.

The older male looked at him with surprise all over his face. Aedion froze, thinking that he might have just made a huge mistake.

However, Lorcan just silently raised his glass back to his lips to hide his smile, small and a little shy.

And yes, Elide had been right. Lorcan definitely looked much younger and brighter with a smile on his face.

#tog #throne of glass #aedion ashryver #rowan #rowan whitethorn #lorcan #Lorcan Salveterre #lord lorcan lochan #Fenrys #fenrys moonbeam #platonic relationships #platonic kissing #lorcan salvaterre

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