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twstgarden · 5 months

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❀ ❝ 𝗽𝗲𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 ❞

━ riddle rosehearts, ace trappola, ruggie bucchi, malleus draconia x gn! reader ━ good old headmaster, dumping his tasks onto you. surely, you're used to this, no? however, this time, you were tasked to take care of a bunny that belonged to a friend of the headmaster. you decided to seek help from your dearest, but how will it go? (f/n means first name)

requested by: @r0sevipxr request type: headcanons requester's message: Hayy, lady phantomhive! First of all i hope you're having a wonderful day,week,month whatever! I apologize if this request is long ish? (BTW I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOUR AESTHETIC!! Its so elegant and pretty and fairy gala ortho is one of the best and prettiest cards in the whole game!!!) (And im very interested in your skill of writing mystery and horror.. thats so unique!) Im thinking of silly fluff headcanons with Riddle, Ace, Malleus and Ruggie (separated) The backstory is: crowley being his idiot self is accidentally forced to take care of a random old mage's pet bunny for a couple weeks. But instead, he dumps all the work and responsibility on the reader because he has "more important duties to attend to" (👹). Reader asks the character for help! Will we succeed? or almost kill the bunny and crowleys head is chopped off? Who knows! florist's note: hello, dearie. thank you, i hope you're having a great day as well. this request is quite lighthearted, i love it. hope you enjoyed, though i realised some of these are quite short. thank you for the request, little one. <3

this work does not contain spoilers for chapter 7, diasomnia’s arc.

do not steal or translate without my permission.

━ 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 ━

headcanon: riddle can take care of a rabbit effortlessly. you, however, cannot... and it caused you two to lose the rabbit somewhere in heartslabyul's resident building.

"...pardon?"

you and the headmaster were standing face-to-face as he held a bunny with a smile on his face. "i said, can you please look after this bunny for me? i have a meeting to attend to and i cannot bring a pet with me, now can i?" spoke the headmaster once more, making you sigh as you begrudgingly grabbed the bunny from him.

"why me? surely, there are other students that are well-equipped. why not leave him in heartslabyul?" you questioned, raising a brow as the bunny settled in your arms while you were busy talking to the headmaster.

"no time to talk! bye!"

there he goes again. as if he was in a rush, the headmaster runs off, leaving you in the hallway with the white bunny in your arms. you sighed heavily before looking down at the animal that seemed to find your arms a cosy place to nuzzle on.

speaking of heartslabyul, you decided to visit your dearest beloved in case he could help you with your little rabbit duties.

...

"...so you wish to let me assist you in taking care of a bunny that the headmaster entrusted to you?" asked riddle as his gaze flickered between your pleading eyes and the rabbit's innocent one. you nodded in response as you held the bunny upwards, "yes! i'm just afraid i might do something to this bunny accidentally and kill it! the headmaster told me it belongs to his friend and he's supposed to take care of it for a couple of weeks."

"but then, that should be the headmaster's responsibility," replied riddle. you sighed, "but you know he dumps his duties on me..." riddle hummed in response, not wanting to reply further to avoid disrespecting the head mage, even if he knew of his tendencies.

with a sigh and a small smile, he patted the bunny's head, "alright, but there are certain ground rules we need to follow when taking care of a bunny." your eyes lit up with joy as you smiled at riddle, "i knew i could count on you!"

...

"no, wait, f/n! you're not supposed to give milk to an adult rabbit!" warned riddle as he saw you reaching for the milk powder container on the cupboard, making you look back at him with a curious look. "really? the headmaster told me to feed it milk and grass..."

riddle placed his palm on his forehead, "feeding them milk will cause digestive problems, dear. here, you can feed the rabbit with one cup of fresh grass." he then handed you a cup filled with freshly cut grass from the dormitory garden. you thanked him and placed it in the bunny's cage as the animal started to eat its meal, leaving the door of the cage open as you added a cup of clean water beside the grass meal.

once the rabbit started eating, you sighed in relief and smiled at riddle, "thanks for helping out. the headmaster even gave me the wrong information... if it wasn't for you, this rabbit might have had diarrhoea by now."

"you're welcome. i don't think the headmaster has the proper idea on how to take care of a rabbit..." trailed off riddle as he turned around to grab a few things from the cupboard, while you also turned around to grab a glass of water for yourself.

and once you two got back to the kitchen counter, you saw the half-eaten cup of grass and a half-filled cup of clean water in the cage, with no signs of the bunny.

"...where did he go?"

"i don't know..." you replied before you placed your glass on the table and ran off the kitchen to search for the lost rabbit, making riddle trail along with you as he called for his dormmates, ordering them to search for the rabbit at once.

━ 𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙖 ━

headcanon: due to his flamingo and hedgehog care duties, he knew a thing or two when it comes to handling animals - though, he does have a record for sometimes losing them all over the heartslabyul garden. however, this time, he has it under control as long as you take care of the rabbit with him.

"woah~ a bunny!" exclaimed ace as he passed by the hallway and saw you holding a rabbit which was given to you prior to the headmaster's sudden escape. you turned to face him and handed it to him, "hold this for me."

"where did you get this?" asked ace as he held the bunny that you handed to him. "the headmaster is making me take care of it in his stead... you know, as usual," you spoke as you grabbed your smartphone and started searching through the olympus search engine to find ways on how to properly take care of a bunny.

"you're searching? psh, we can handle this! not to brag, but i have taken care of animals in my dorm... well... my demon dorm leader makes me, but... it still counts!" there was a cheeky smile on ace's face as he said those words, making you raise a brow in amusement as you continued reading through the search engine results.

after reading the do's and don'ts and the diet that rabbits should take, you were confident that everything would go smoothly. you followed ace back to your dorm and grim eyed the new intruder with a stink eye, "why is there a rabbit in here?"

"the headmaster dumped it on me," you replied as ace sat on your couch and played with the rabbit, finding it easy to handle it for the time being. grim sat beside ace, looking at the rabbit as he spoke, "so you're on pet-sitting duty? hehehe."

you had a bored expression on as grim tried to tease you, but you knew he was wrapped up in this order as well.

"did the headmaster leave some food for the little thing?" asked ace, making you shake your head. "all he told me was to take care of the rabbit and that it belonged to a friend... and he is supposed to take care of it for a couple of weeks, but he handed it to me," you replied as you started searching through your kitchen cabinets in case you have anything that was supposedly included in the rabbit's diet.

"ehhh~ i'm starting to feel sorry for you," spoke ace in a rather lighthearted tone as he laughed a little, letting you know that he was only joking around and messing with you. "hmph, anyway, i'll drop by sam's and see if he has some rabbit food in there. behave," you spoke, directing your last order to both ace and grim.

they gave you a rather sheepish smile with a thumbs-up, and though you did not trust those smiles one bit, you had no choice but to leave the dorm for a while, hoping they wouldn't do anything and possibly lose the rabbit.

surprisingly, everything was going smoothly. ace lived up to his word as he knew what to do to make sure the bunny remained well-fed, entertained, and satisfied. by the end of the day, you and ace were asleep on the couch, your head on his shoulder and the rabbit on his lap. grim was asleep beside you, resting peacefully after a long day of tending to the rabbit and getting used to the idea of taking care of one.

━ 𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙝�� ━

headcanon: he knows. he just knows. of course, he won't assist you for free.

"ohh~ a rabbit."

ruggie's voice caught your attention as he peered from behind you while you were standing in the hallway, bewildered at the headmaster's audacity in running off after dumping his responsibility on you. you should have gotten used to it by now, but even then, you still can't believe he has the nerve to do such a thing.

"that headmaster... ugh..." you groaned under your breath, making ruggie laugh a little as he looked at you and then at the bunny. "shishishi, poor n/n~" teased the savanaclaw second year, making you sigh as you looked at him.

"you know how to take care of animals, right? i mean, your best subject is animal linguistics! i'm sure you can talk to this rabbit and figure out what he wants at certain times!" you spoke, aware of your dearest's abilities and hoping he would help you.

"hmmm~ i won't do it for free, though," mumbled ruggie as he was starting to think to himself before giving you his usual grin, "shishi~ how about dinner in exchange for helping you?"

you raised a brow in response, "are you asking me to go on a date or do you actually just want the food?"

"both!"

you laughed a little and sighed, "fine~ my treat." ruggie gleamed with joy as he grabbed the bunny from you and walked with you back to ramshackle. on your way back, you and ruggie were conversing about your day while he pats the head of the rabbit, making you grin a little at how adorable he was.

i mean, technically, you've never seen a hyena with a rabbit, and as far as you know, rabbits are part of the smaller prey that hyenas tend to hunt in the wild.

"i know what that grin means," spoke ruggie as he gave you a displeased expression. you chuckled in response and smiled at him, "i was just thinking that you look quite adorable~ hehehe~"

"hmmm... did the headmaster drop off the food of this little thing, too?" asked ruggie, trying to change the subject as he looked at the rabbit that was eyeing you both. you shook your head in response, "nope, not at all... we should head to sam's shop."

at the end of the day, ruggie seemed to have been taking care of it for the majority of the time. once the rabbit fell asleep, you opted for ordering dinner online to make sure the rabbit wouldn't be left alone in the dorm and may run away due to less supervision.

you were sure grim won't keep an eye on the rabbit, anyway.

as you took a bite of your meal, ruggie seemed delighted to be having his dinner with you in your dormitory. you both were seated on the couch with the television turned on, letting a random channel play through to function as background noise while the rabbit remained asleep in its cage.

"thank you for the meal~" spoke ruggie with a happy tone as he continued having his dinner.

"thank you for helping me," you replied with a smile as you sipped on your beverage, bringing both of your hands up to high-five one another for a job well done.

"shishishi, we make a great team~"

━ 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖 ━

headcanon: though he is knowledgeable, taking care of a small prey like a rabbit is one thing he isn't familiar with. as a result, both of you try to navigate through this responsibility.

"hm? what are you doing in here, dearest?"

malleus' voice caught you off guard as you turned around with the bunny in your arms, looking up at him as you sighed, "ah, the headmaster was here a moment ago. he left me this rabbit to take care of..."

malleus raised a brow in response, "a rabbit? i do not recall the headmaster ever having a pet rabbit..." you chuckled in response, "it belongs to a friend of his and he was supposed to take care of it for a few weeks, but he says he has some 'important things to take care of'."

you rolled your eyes in response before heaving a sigh, holding the rabbit to your chest, "well, at least the rabbit's cute..." malleus hummed in response as you both started to walk together back to your dorm. an idea suddenly came through your head as you looked up at him, "hey, um... mal, can you help me? i don't think i can take care of a bunny alone..."

malleus was stunned to hear your request. though he is quite unaware of pet-sitting a rabbit, he did not want to turn you down. he gave you a smile and said, "you request my assistance? now, how can i say no to your request?"

you smiled, feeling happy that you wouldn't be taking care of a rabbit alone.

needless to say, he was just as clueless as you.

"from my knowledge, the grass is included in a rabbit's diet. however, this one seems reluctant to eat it, " spoke malleus as he eyed the rabbit. they simply stared at the small bowl of grass before them before taking a few steps back, nuzzling themselves in their cage with obvious discomfort.

"...maybe they're not hungry...?" you trailed off, tilting your head as you sighed and patted the bunny's head. malleus seemed disappointed that the both of you were not going anywhere with your pet-sitting duties for the past 3 hours.

you decided to look through some useful sites while malleus stood beside you, watching you navigate through the device and reading through some rabbit care guides. "hmm... we should place the bunny in a quiet and secure place... let's go upstairs," you spoke as you looked at malleus, making him nod in response as you both went upstairs with the bunny.

"and we should bond with the bunny so they warm up to us..." you added as you sat beside the rabbit cage, leaving the door open so they would step out and get used to the environment.

so far, you have been adjusting quite well and it reached the point where the bunny also warmed up to malleus, no longer feeling intimidated and instead, prefers to snuggle with malleus at the end of the day.

it seems as though your temporary pet-sitting unexpectedly turned you both into rabbit parents.

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joels-shitty-puns · 5 months

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The Key To Your Heart - Track 10

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Alluding to sexual scenarios. Kissing. Panic/Anxiety Attack. Fat shaming, name calling. Mentions of food, weight loss, weight gain, dieting, weighing, potential eating disorder, food guilt. Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f). Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: 6.6k

Series List: Here!

Miss Track 9? Here!

Hi!!!! Once again I want to apologize for taking so long with this. I can't seem to ever stay awake to do anything. That being said, here it is! This is the last main chapter of our little lovebirds. There will be at least one, likely two bonus tracks coming soon though :) Also there's a smidge of Spanish in here from Pedro, but the translation is included in the end of the sentence. I took some Spanish classes back in the day but I don't speak it and had to use Google translate. So if it ISN'T right and you do speak Spanish, please let me know lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy these little cuties on their first date. There's a lot, a lot, a lot of kissing in here (sorry...) and overall they're just grossly in love lol. Please let me know what you think, and if you've seriously read this far, I LOVE YOU! This is my first series, and honestly my first fic other than the one I wrote in my diary lmao. Like the reader, I am incredibly inexperienced so writing a relationship has been a bit of a challenge and half the time I don't believe the actual words I'm writing. But I really only started writing it as a way to write down my daydreams :) So to have support means the world to me, and hearing people comment/DM me saying how much they relate has meant so much and makes me feel a lot less alone, because ultimately, it doesn't matter how fictional it is, most of reader's feelings are my own. To anyone else in the same boat, I get you! Hang in there. I think there's a Pedro out there for us all. Someday. Anywho, pardon my ramble. Thank you for reading, I hope you like it. ❤

The next morning, you woke up and stretched your limbs, rolling over in your comfortable bed as the sunshine poured in through the window. At the shuffling of your body, Skipper groaned, wiggling a little in bed, nearly shoving you off the edge. You reached for your phone, blinking through your sleep a couple times before seeing a text from Pedro. “Good morning beautiful! I can't wait for our date today. I was thinking maybe we could start around 2:30 and spend the day together, if you'd like. But if that's too much, we can just make it a dinner date. Up to you which you would prefer. I understand either way. Love you ❤️”

He wants to spend the whole day with me!? And he sent me a good morning text and called me beautiful? Then signed it with a heart and love you?!!!! How did I get this man?

Your grin eclipsed your face, making you squint. If Mr. Grumpybutt weren't sharing the bed with you, you'd probably squeal and kick your feet. Tapping your phone screen, you typed out a reply. “Morning handsome ❤️ I would love nothing more than to spend the day with you. I love you too!” You sent the message before crawling out of bed gently, receiving a dirty look from Skip.

“Alright Grump. Go back to bed. Geez,” you laughed. If looks could kill, you thought. He turned back on his side, letting out a grumble and sigh, resulting in a laugh from you. Acts like he pays rent and works 40 hours a week…

You took a relaxing shower, making sure to be all nice and fresh for your date with the man of your dreams. While brushing your teeth, you noticed he had replied. “Great, I can't wait. I'll be at your place at 2:30. :)”

“Can't wait to see you. What do you have planned? I'm wondering how to dress.”

“Wear whatever you feel good in, baby. I'm sure you'll look amazing. Probably something casual you can walk around comfortably in for the day. Maybe something a little dressier for the evening, but you don't need to carry it around. We will make a stop at your place before and you can change”

Wow he really has this planned out.

“What have you got planned, P? This sounds elaborate. You know you don't need to put in all that effort, I'm already yours ❤️”

“You deserve the world, my love.”

Dressed in a pair of leggings and a light sweater, you felt reasonably cute while still being comfortable for whatever activity Pedro had in mind. Plus, with the crisp November air, you would be nice and warm. You were just finishing tying your sneakers when your doorbell rang.

You opened the door to find your handsome boyfriend standing on your step, a bouquet of red roses in his hand. “Mi amor,” he handed you the roses, kissing your cheek and hand. “Thank you Pedro,” your cheeks heated. “Come in,” you pulled his hand across the doorway towards the living room. Skipper pushed past you to investigate, causing Pedro to drop your hand.

“Well there he is! That handsome boy!” Skipper’s tail wagged and his butt wiggled as Pedro crouched to give ear scratches. “Oh, I love you too,” Pedro answered when Skip kissed his face frantically. A fit of giggles erupted from Pedro, making your heart swell with joy. He has the cutest laugh, and the fact that your dog is causing it was surreal.

“You're just a beautiful boy! Aren't you?! Hermoso, igual que tu mamá,” he held Skipper’s face, kissing his nose. (Beautiful, just like your mama)

Your chest was filled with butterflies. Holy shit, he's charming. “Thank you, Pedro,” you said in a whisper, not even sure if he would hear. Turning his head from your dog, Pedro looked up at you, giving you a gentle smile; but the eye contact was quickly torn away when Skipper pressed a needy paw to Pedro's chest. Both of you now giggling, Pedro continued to pet Skipper, stopping to give him a hug and some more nose kisses.

“Alright. I gotta ask…” you prompted, causing Pedro to turn his head towards you again. “Are you just dating me to hang out with my dog?” You smirked.

Pedro turned back to Skipper, speaking in a low voice. “She's catching on to us buddy. We've been made.” You burst out laughing, Skipper looking over at you as if his plan really had been foiled.

Pedro gave a final pat on Skipper’s head before standing and walking over to you. “Nonsense,” he pecked a kiss to your lips. “I do love that sweet boy of yours,” he replied before turning his face to whisper in your ear. “But I'm absolutely enamored with you, Mamacita.” The hair on your neck stood as a chill rushed down your spine. You bit your lower lip, and he stared back into your eyes, leaning in for a passionate kiss.

“You look beautiful,” he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“You look rather handsome, yourself,” you replied. His hair was brushed back and to the side, his curls neatly swept and threatening to break free around his face. You wondered whether he asked for help to make his hair look extra nice for your date or if he styled it himself.

Running your fingertips over his patched salt and pepper beard, your hands found the small heart shaped patches near his chin. You brushed your thumb over his jaw before leaning in to press a kiss on the bare skin, causing his eyes to close as he let out a sigh. The whiskers tickled your cheeks as you continued kissing up his jawline, back across his cheek, and on his nose before pulling away to look into his eyes.

He opted to not wear glasses today, allowing you a closer look into his deep brown eyes which were softening under your gaze. “You ready to go, baby?” He asked you, his hand on your hip as he rubbed circles with his thumb.

“Absolutely,” you smiled. He wore a pair of dark jeans, tennis shoes, and a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearm. He looked absolutely… incredible.

While you were grabbing your bag, he grabbed Skipper's leash. “Is Skipper coming too?” You asked, confused.

Skipper was twirling now, impatient to go somewhere.

“Sure is! Couldn't leave him out. But don't worry, you and I will have the night to ourselves,” he winked.

You looked downward, feeling shy and flushed. “Okay,” you giggled, clipping Skip to his leash and heading for the door.

“Do you want to take my car? You'll get dog hair and slobber in yours,” you offer.

“I don't mind! I love dogs,” Pedro replied, opening the door for Skipper to climb in the back seat. After closing the door, he opened the passenger door for you. Such a gentleman, you thought with a sigh, getting in and thanking him.

As the car sped along, you looked over at your boyfriend driving the car. Boyfriend! That'll never get old… you thought to yourself. The air conditioning blew the few loose strands of hair on the top of his head, and his left hand gripped the wheel, making the veins on his hand prominent. With his right hand, he reached over, holding your left in his, resting on top of your thigh.

He really did look beautiful. You couldn't help but stare at him as he expertly drove the car, hand flexing as he turned the wheel. His mouth pursed and he licked his lips, his tongue slowly jutting out to wet them.

Damn, I want those lips on mine. That tongue in my mouth, you thought, feeling rather warm, despite the air conditioning swirling around the car.

“So where are we spending the day?” You asked, trying to quiet the flames of attraction licking at your pulse.

“It's a surprise! But we're almost there,” he answered, rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand.

Pedro looked in the side mirror and laughed. “Babe, look at Skipper.”

You looked to see him with his head out the window, ears and lips blown back with the wind, his tongue lolled out to the side and blowing with the speed of the vehicle.

You both chuckled before you warned him, “your car is going to be covered in slobbers, Pedro!” He gave another quick look to Skipper before replying. “That's okay. It'll help me remember this day until I wash it again,” he looked over at you and smiled. It felt so natural. So… domestic, the two of you sitting in the car, going on a date, him holding your hand while driving, and the two of you laughing at your dog in the back seat. It was just perfect. Everything you dreamed.

He wasn't joking when he said you were almost there. It was only about five more minutes until the car pulled into the parking lot of the dog-friendly beach.

Stepping out of the vehicle, you took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar smell of salty sea air and hearing the chatter of gulls. The breeze blew your hair gently, but the day was relatively warm for November.

After the three of you exited the car, Pedro opened the trunk, pulling out a large picnic basket and tote bag. “You really came prepared, didn't you? Pedro, this is really special. Thank you.” Your eyes felt teary and the smile you held was genuine. Nobody has ever put this much effort into anything for you. Other than him.

“You don't need to thank me. I want you to be happy and I want the three of us to have a nice day,” he added, pecking your lips.

“Wait.. Pedro,” you frowned. “It looks kind of crowded. Should I be nervous about paparazzi or anything?” Your stomach bubbled with nervous energy.

“Don't worry, sweetheart. Celebs come here all the time. I've come here before. If they do, they might take pictures, but usually it's pretty low-key here. Try not to worry too much. I want you to have a nice time,” he squeezed your hand affectionately.

“Okay. I trust you,” you smiled at him as the three of you walked towards the sand, finding a nice place to picnic. Pedro unpacked, laying down a large blanket before setting up the spread of sandwiches, veggies, and fruit. He offered you a cold drink from the basket and the two of you sat, using a metal stake to secure Skipper’s leash near your blanket. He flopped onto his side, content to be sunbathing with some of his favorite people.

The lunch consisted of peaceful conversations and laughter, learning more about each other despite having talked for several months now. It seemed you could never run out of conversation topics. But even in the quiet moments, it wasn't uncomfortable. It felt relaxing. You were both content being able to sit together in silence and just enjoy each other's company.

After your meal, you packed up the basket and headed for the car again to put the things away, opting for a walk unburdened by carrying items across the sand. Neither of you brought a swimsuit today, but despite the California sun, it was still November, and the Pacific ocean was never really warm, even in the middle of summer. That didn't seem to bother Skipper very much though. As the two of you walked hand in hand near the water, barefoot in the wet sand, he ran laps around Pedro holding him on the leash, occasionally splashing through the shallow water before joining close by his family again.

He would definitely need a bath later, but you didn't mind. He was happy splashing around, having a great day. You were happy walking with the man of your dreams, fingers intertwined together. Everything felt right. You weren't even nervous, despite the way Pedro looked like the most handsome man you've ever seen, or the fact that he was famous, and that you occasionally received stares from other beach goers. Instead of the usual first-date nerves people get, you just felt love.

“So,” he started excitedly, “Obviously I have most of this date planned, but I also wanted to check in with you and see if you had anything particular in mind that you wanted to do together.”

You thought for a second, letting a memory burn into your thoughts. “Well,” you began, "I don't want to sound like a total creepy fan or anything...” you added, cautiously. You kinda were, with all the photos of him you had saved on your phone (prior to deleting them before your first meeting in person). But that's not important right now, and he probably doesn't need to know that. Maybe it can be a funny story later.

Pedro laughed, that cute little wheezy laugh he does with his giant smile that makes your stomach do somersaults. Those same somersaults you've been getting since you first saw that smile on the screen and knew you were absolutely screwed until you got over this crush. Or, unexpectedly, when you walked hand-in-hand with him, like you were now.

“But…?” he pondered, looking down at you sideways, with a playful smirk and those big brown eyes that could make you lose your mind. They absolutely glittered in the sunlight right now, reflecting all the joy and love he felt for you.

“Okay maybe I'm a little creepy…” you nudged him with your side, still gripping his hand in yours as the two of you walked peacefully. The beach was crowded, but you and him, and Skipper, were the only ones here as far as either of you were concerned. There could be a loud scream and it wouldn't compare to the squealing in your mind. A firework show would simply feel like a projection of your sparks. A tornado couldn't sweep you off your feet as well as he could.

“Is this where you tell me you've been watching me sleep through my window for the past three years or something?” He raised an eyebrow, playful smile still on his face as he licked his lips.

“What?” You squeaked, laughing. “No. I mean… I did have some pictures saved of you, and have maybe read a fictional story or two about you and your characters…” or a few thousand, you thought.

You cringed. Why the fuck did I say that out loud?!

Your cheeks felt hot and you diverted your eyes away from the man beside you, a nervous grimace painted across your mouth. He barked out a laugh, pulling you into his side for a hug. “Baby, you're cute. I don't mind that you used to read those. I don't even mind if you still do. No different than a book, right? Maybe it'll give us some fun date ideas.” He rested his head on top of yours innocently.

Oh, if only he knew the things you read.

“Right. Fun date ideas,” you smirked to yourself. He pulled away to look at you, eyebrow raising playfully.

“Sweetheart,” he interrogated in the same tone you use when Skipper steals a sock from the laundry, “what kind of stories are you reading about me and my characters, huh?” He lifted your chin to meet his eyes. You'd feel nervous from his tone if he didn't flash a smug, knowing grin at you.

“Oh, you know…” you shrugged. “Just the typical romance stuff,” you turned, facing him and resting your hand on his chest, tracing a circle over his heart with your finger. You felt his pulse pick up under your touch, and saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed.

“What kind of thoughts are going through that pretty head of yours?” He asked, raising his brow while you continued tracing little hearts into his shirt with your index finger.

“Wouldn't you like to know?” You winked before removing your hand from his chest. Starting to walk away, you continued your earlier statement. “Anyway, as I was saying-”

“Oh, no you don’t,” he interrupted, laughing. “Don't think you're getting out of this conversation that easy,” he gently pulled your forearm, stopping your movement and sending you twirling into his arms once again.

“Maybe someday I'll tell you,” you giggled, booping his nose.

“Someday? Why not tell me now?” He ran his thumb over your lip, eyes drifting down quickly before returning to your eyes.

“I'll show you the fanfics I read about you when I know you're stuck with me and you aren't going to run for the hills,” you laughed nervously, only partially joking.

His playful demeanor vanished before your eyes, turning into a look of… concern? Oh no. This is it. Where he realizes what a mistake he made. Where he says he doesn't want to be together. Where he breaks my heart.

He gently held your arm, rubbing soft strokes. “Honey. What are you talking about?” His soft brown eyes searched your face. You gulped, not wanting to make eye contact, but he again pulled your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “I…” you floundered for the words. “I don't want to scare you away.”

“Why would I be scared away?” he asked in almost a whisper, concern and sadness lacing his features.

“Because I just had this huge, huge crush on you. So, I read fanfics and I saved all your photos and I watched all your movies. I spent more time on social media looking for updates on you. Just so I could see you, or imagine what being with you would feel like. Like a total crazy person. An absolute psycho creeper.”

“Baby…” he brushed his thumb over your cheek. “You aren't any of those things. I actually think that’s kind of sweet. Although, it makes me a little sad thinking about the pain you must have felt, having these strong feelings and not having found each other yet.” He brushed your hair out of your face, settling his other hand on your waist before continuing.

“Feelings make us feel a little crazy sometimes, and although I never read fanfiction about you, or had any pictures to save, I would be lying if I said I didn't take a screenshot of us that first night you showed me your face.” He rubbed his neck bashfully.

Fanfic about me? What? If that even exists, I gotta see what people are saying…

“You did?” His admission surprised you, to say the least. He sighed before answering. “Yes. I had - have,” he corrected himself, “a pretty big crush on you too, baby. But I felt like I was betraying you in a way, taking a picture of you during our video chat. I just wanted to remember your face if I never saw it again,” he sighed.

“I fell in love with you the first time I heard your song... I heard you sing about your feelings and daydreams. So… you admitting about fanfiction and pictures isn't all that surprising.” You lowered your eyes in embarrassment.

“Hey, look at me.” He stroked your cheek. You looked up and he continued. “I took that picture because I had already fallen so head-over-heels for you that the first time I saw your face, I stopped breathing. Although I knew I wouldn't be able to get the image of you out of my mind, I couldn't risk forgetting the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life.”

You dropped your gaze again, cheeks feeling a permanent state of warmth and butterflies dancing from your stomach to your chest. “You don't honestly mean that, Pedro.” You sighed. “I appreciate it, but there's no way. I really don't know what you could ever see in someone like me,” you whispered, barely audible. If you weren't standing so close, he would've missed it.

Instead of responding, he dropped his arms from your body. At the loss of contact, your heart sank. But when you lifted your head to meet his eyes, he was fishing around his pocket for his phone. Calling an Uber to leave? Your self-doubt pestered.

A few taps to his screen later and he held up his phone. There you were, sitting at your table in your favorite dress, with your favorite food and flowers on the table. You had the biggest smile on your face and in the bottom corner, you could see Pedro looking handsome as always, and absolutely smitten with you, the largest grin painted across his features.

At the sight of the image, your heart warmed. “See what you mean to me?” He asked, putting his phone back into his pocket. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you,” you choked out, leaning forward to mold your lips to his. They fit together perfectly. Like they were made for each other. He pressed back before opening his mouth ever so slightly to lick at your lips. Matching his movements, your tongues met, dancing a waltz in exploration as he pulled you forward by your lower back, seeming as if trying to get as close as possible somehow.

As the two of you paused for air, he ran his hand further down your back, just barely grazing the dip of your spine where your torso meets your butt. He gave you a look, almost to determine your reaction, asking permission to let his hand continue. When you didn't back away, going as far as pulling him closer around his neck and leaning in for another kiss, he pressed his lips against yours in return and let his hands wander a little further down. When his hand wrapped around the cheek of your ass, you squeaked. This is new… and I like it, you thought. His whole hand fit across your cheek. His huge hands. You whimpered as he gave a squeeze, like he was claiming you as his own.

“I love you too.” He finally responded, pulling out of the kiss to search your eyes. “So tell me… what was this activity you wanted to add to our date? The one you fear makes you sound like a creepy fan?” He let out a small laugh, brushing your nose with his.

“This,” you replied, pressing another kiss.

“Kissing?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over your waist and resting his forehead to yours. “I think we've already been doing that, if I'm not mistaken.” He pecked your lips with his.

“Yes,” you kissed. “Well,” kiss. “Actually,” you pulled away enough to explain. “I read this interview you gave a few years ago about your ideal first date?”

“Yeah?”

“You said something about ‘a date that doesn't feel like a date. And

hopefully by the end, or throughout, very

good kissing.” You said, slightly cautious at your memorization, a bit nervous at the implication of what you're saying.

“Oh, is that what you want?” He flashed his eyes up to look at you, giving a devilish smirk.

“Well, as someone who hadn't been kissed yet when I read it, I sorta lost my mind over it,” you laughed. “Obviously we've kissed before, but if it were up to me your lips would never leave mine,” you pressed your lips to his again.

“I think we should be able to make that happen,” he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours before pulling you in for another kiss. “Mmmm” you sighed, pulling away from his lips. “Never gets old.” You held his hand in yours, the two of you walking again down the beach.

“So I was thinking,” he began, “since you said you deleted all your photos, and I only have the one, maybe we could make some new photos… together,” the corner of his mouth turned up into a crooked smile. You grinned and nodded excitedly. “Please!”

Pulling out his phone, the two of you took several photos together. Some just smiling, some with Skipper, and your personal favorites, the ones with him kissing you. This will make for a perfect lockscreen, you imagined.

As you approached the edge of a rocky cliffside at the end of the beach, a sea lion barked in the distance. Skipper perked up, tilting his head and letting his ears twitch before returning a “boof.” The two of you laughed, ushering your dog away from making any wild ocean friends, and headed towards the boardwalk.

After grabbing an ice cream at a candy shop, you were so deep in conversation and laughter that you didn't notice the girl off to the side looking nervous. Slowly she walked over. Skipper put up his guard, but as she approached, she gave a kind wave. “Hi… I'm sorry to bother you. I'm a big fan of you both.”

“Us… both?!” You responded, surprised. Pedro shook his head with a laugh before thanking the fan.

“Of course! Your music is amazing! I listen to it on my way home from work everyday. I relate to so many of your songs.”

“Wow, thank you so much. I never expected to be recognized. You're so kind,” you replied honestly.

She asked for a photo with you both, and after obliging, she mentioned before leaving, “by the way, I was following all the news that went down. I just want to say I think it's cute how you guys got together and you make a really cute couple. Okay bye! Thank you again!!” And with that, she scurried away, leaving you to look at Pedro in surprise. “Wow” you replied with a laugh. “I can't believe I'm getting recognized,” you spoke quietly.

“How do you feel about it?” Pedro asked cautiously.

“I feel… okay, so far. This was a nice interaction, and even though people keep looking at us… being able to be out in public with you, to show my face, kiss you, hug you, hold your hand,” you gave his hand a squeeze, “it makes it all worth it.”

“I couldn't agree more,” he looked into your eyes, giving a soft smile. You matched his expression before his face slowly faded into concern. “Do you think work will go okay for you? Now that it's out there?”

You took a deep breath, walking a few more steps with him down the boardwalk before replying. “I don't know. I guess so. Or… I hope so at least. I've had a few of my friends and coworkers message me kind words of encouragement. So at least I'll have some people on my side, even if anyone else has something to say. But really, they shouldn't. They already know me. They knew I liked you,” you leaned into him. “So they should be happy for me if anything. And if not, then… well, they didn't deserve to be my friend anyway,” you shrugged. “But I think I might take some time off to figure out everything, career wise,” you added. Still leaning into his side, Pedro unlatched his fingers from yours, opting to reach his arm around you, giving your shoulder a squeeze and rubbing soft circles into your upper arm.

“Baby,” Pedro began, his voice vibrating through your body as he leaned his head on yours, “I’m so proud of you. Have I told you how strong I think you are?” Your cheeks warmed and you grinned. “Thank you Pedro,” you wrapped your arms around his waist to hug him. “But I don't think I'm that strong. I struggle to open pickle jars just like the rest of us,” you joked.

Pedro gave a quiet snort. “You know what I mean, honey,” he laughed. “I don't mean physical strength. Though I'm sure you could hold your own in an arm wrestle, I mean your ability to handle all of this thrown at you so quickly. Your ability to adapt and stay cheerful about everything. You just keep continuing to amaze me,” he pulled his head away from yours to meet your gaze. He smiled softly and you thanked him.

“I don't feel very strong,” you mumbled, breaking away from his stare. “You are, though. You're strong, smart, beautiful. Talented. Passionate,” he kissed your lips.

“Pedro, I love you, but you always seem to use all these words I don't feel. You see me as someone completely different than the way I've always seen myself. I want to believe you, but-” you sighed. “No one else has ever shown any indication that those are true,” you pouted, trying not to tear up.

“Hey, hey, whoa. Stop,” he halted your movements, pulling your chin up to his face. “Maybe they didn't see you, but I do. I feel all those things about you, and I'll spend every single day trying to prove it. I told myself I wouldn't get involved in romance a long time ago. But you changed all that.”

His chocolate brown eyes felt like they looked directly into your soul as he attempted to unravel your self-doubt. With a deep breath, you calmed enough to reply. “I love you, and I feel all those things for you as well. I'm glad you opened yourself up to love again.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. “I'm glad I met you” you sucked his lip. “I'm glad you're mine.” You kissed him again, deepening it, letting your tongue press gently to his and tangling together in passion before pulling away.

Skipper had completely rolled into his side in wait for you both, between the conversation and the kissing. When the two of you broke away with matching grins, you looked over to see the sun had sunk down to the border between sky and ocean. In its wake was a bright orange sky, with pink, purple, and yellow streaks mixed in, as if a painter had gotten a bit too carried away with the paints. It was blindingly beautiful.

Drawn to it like moths, the three of you walked towards the shoreline once again. You started to sit, but Pedro pulled you into his chest and fished for his phone.

You gave him a confused look before he kissed you deeply and held out his arm. Unlatching his lips from yours with a pop, he held up his phone to you with a smile. In front of the vibrant ocean sunset, the silhouette of a couple shared a loving kiss. For once, it was you in this couple photo. You and the man you love.

You walked a little farther down the sand before sitting down just above the line of wet sand to admire the sunset. Pedro sat behind you, his legs on either side of you while you lay back into his chest. As you leaned into him, he hugged around your body, molding himself to you and tracing light circles into the skin on your arms, making the hairs stand on end and a shiver to run down your spine.

Skipper flopped down nearby, clearly sleepy after a long walk and plenty of new smells. You ran a gentle hand down his back until you heard soft snores, then let him sleep, leaning your head on Pedro’s arm around your shoulder. “This sunset is beautiful,” you sighed, watching as the sun descended further below the ocean. It looked as if it was sinking deep below the surface, offering its light to the deep sea anglerfish miles below.

“It is amazing,” Pedro agreed, staring at you. “But my view is even better,” he added, and you could feel his eyes on the side of your face as he kissed your shoulder. You looked over at him, meeting his eyes, now sparkling with the orange of the sky. “Mine too,” you whispered, tilting your head to press another kiss to his lips.

When the sun went down completely, you headed to the car and Pedro drove back to your place so you could get ready for dinner.

Pedro sat on the couch patiently, stroking the fur on Skip’s back while he snoozed, his head in Pedro's lap. In your bedroom, you searched for the perfect outfit to wear, finally deciding on a nice dress and sweater.

Hopefully the restaurant isn't too cold, you thought.

Walking out of the bedroom, you joined your boys in the living room, only to be greeted by Pedro’s jaw hitting the floor. “Te ves tan hermosa mi amor,” he stuttered in Spanish, flipping languages so easily when he was overcome with emotion. (You look so gorgeous my love.)

He gently stood, sliding out from below your dog, before walking over to you. His eyes scanned your body from head to toe and back up again, making you feel nervous. “You… you look… wow.” He rubbed his hand over his chin, his thumb grazing his lip. His pupils grew, making his eyes ever-so-slightly darker. You shivered under his gaze.

At your shiver, his demeanor shifted. “Shit, are you cold? Baby, you look incredible, but if you're cold -”

“I'm not cold, Pedro,” you interrupted.

“Are you sure? I saw you shiver.” He stepped towards you, touching your arm. A buzz crept under your skin like a live wire. “It wasn't from the cold…” you replied.

“It wasn't from-?” He paused, the realization hitting him as he understood your shiver wasn't from cold but frankly.. the opposite. “Oh,” he hummed, settling his hand on your hip and stepping closer.

Another chill.

“Feeling excited for our date, huh?” His voice caressed into your ear as he kissed his way down your neck, pausing to take gentle nibbles on the skin of your collarbone, neck, and chin, before pulling you in by your waist to press a deep kiss to your mouth, his tongue finding yours.

This was starting to feel natural, kissing. And you two were getting good at it together. Knowing just the way his tongue moved, finding just the spot to make you whine. You even managed to find a spot of him that made a groan slip from his lips nearly every time. Kissing him was addicting, and you had no intention of kicking the habit.

He pulled away, pulling your lip with his teeth as you let out a slight hiss. “I'd love to do this all night, but I promised you dinner, my love,” he kissed your cheek, his beard scratching your face just right. You sighed, agreeing to dinner and taking a minute step back. It felt much warmer in the room than before, and you could tell he felt the same. As your eyes drifted across his body, he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, clearing his throat. Slowly sweeping his eyes down his body, it was evident you both wanted something beyond dinner.

But the gentleman he is, Pedro stepped forward again, taking your hand and leading you toward the door.

Pulling up to the curb, Pedro opened your door for you before handing his keys to the valet. Linking his arm with yours, the two of you walked into an elegant Italian restaurant. He gave the waitress his name, and she led you back to a secluded room where a single booth sat.

The room was dimly lit, illuminated by candles and twinkling fairy lights. They lined the ceiling, mimicking the starry sky, were it not for the smog of the city. You two walked toward the only booth, settled against the nook of a window, draped with a soft, thin white curtain covering the view from outside. Only the reflection of street lights peered through the thin drapery.

Sliding into the booth, Pedro sat next to you, close enough to touch, yet due to the curve of the corner booth, you were able to converse without craning your neck awkwardly. At the center of the table was a single red rose in a vase, sat next to the glow of a candle. The table itself was rounded and draped with an elegant dark red tablecloth.

Grabbing the triangular folded napkin off your plate, you folded it across your lap, Pedro doing the same. He reached over to you, taking your hand in his. He rolled his hand over the top of yours, linking his fingers between your own and giving a gentle squeeze while offering a soft smile.

You looked into his eyes, searching for the words he might be thinking. In his eyes you only found love and appreciation, pure happiness oozing from his features. When the waitress came back, she set a basket of bread with butter on the table and took your orders.

The night went smoothly, chatter filling the empty spaces while you enjoyed your meals. “Pedro, I know this is technically our first date, but I gotta say, I think I consider our video chat for my album as the first date. It was the first time I felt like I might actually have a shot with you. You put so much effort into that night and it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me. I didn't know I could fall for you any harder than I was, but you proved me wrong. And even though we didn't say it was a date, and I didn't have much experience before you, it felt more like a date than anything I had ever felt before. You're a real romantic, P.”

He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “That felt like the first date to me too. I knew for sure that I loved you that night.” Your cheeks heated, and you leaned your head on his shoulder.

It was only when the bill arrived that you broke apart. Though you offered to pay, at least for your meal, Pedro wouldn't stand for that. After all, he told you, this date was his idea. So instead, you thanked him and left the restaurant the same way you entered, arms linked.

As Pedro pulled up outside of your home, you let out a sigh. It was already after 9 PM. You had spent nearly eight hours together and yet you dreaded the moment you'd be saying goodbye. It was almost that time already, yet it felt like only five minutes had passed.

Though the walk from Pedro’s car to your front door was rather short, you both managed to prolong it, walking as slow as possible. Clearly he wasn't ready for it to end either. Two love sick fools, just wanting to spend every moment together.

Teetering on the edge of goodbyes, you awkwardly stood by your door. There were no nerves at a first kiss, fortunately. There had been plenty of kisses shared today, and yesterday, and the day prior. In fact, if it weren't for breathing, eating, and other bodily functions, you'd be fine having your lips glued to his indefinitely.

So with that in mind, and the burning desire to spend more time together, as he said goodbye, placing a kiss to your lips and beginning to walk away, you grabbed his arm. “Wait,” you plead.

Pedro turned, looking at you as if you had something to say, or you had forgotten a sweater in the car. But instead, with your heart pounding in your ears, you quietly asked, “would you like to come in? I’m not quite ready to say goodbye.”

The question could be taken with so many potential implications, or none at all. All you knew for sure was that you wanted to spend more time with him. What happened next could be decided in the moment.

His eyes flashed surprise for a moment. He looked at you, trying to read your face for any details in your question, then stared at your front door before turning back to you and finally answering.

“I would love to,” he smiled.

And so the two of you walked through the threshold of your front door, buzzing with new possibilities just inside. But no matter how the rest of the evening takes place, you were in love, and for once, you were loved back.

The end! Thank you for reading! Stay tuned for the bonus tracks, and once again I'd love to hear what you think! Reblogs are appreciated as well :)

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❝ 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐄.. .ᐟ ❞ the two of you are caught underneath the Mistletoe! (All NRC + Ortho & Grim - Staff)

GENDER NEUTRAL READER A/N: Once again, I'm not good at kiss scenes. For the bonus part with Ortho and Grim, in my family we greet people with cheek kisses! So, I see that as platonic, and I wrote it like that <3

THE TWO of you had entered the empty room, practically abandoned and a mess, hoping you'd find the items you two inquired... It was then the two of you realized, you were underneath the mistletoe..

He slowly put his hands on your face, pulling you closer to him, the gesture catches you off guard.. "hm..?" you shot him a confused look, raising your eyebrow, when he suddenly pecks you on the lips..

The sudden action resulted in you being flustered, babbling something incoherent, "What's wrong?" he's tease you for your grand reaction, mentioning how the two of you have done this before.. what was the difference now!..?

LEONA, Ace, Jade, RUGGIE, Vil, Lilia

"It's not like we have too.." you chipped in, hoping to clear the tension that had visibly taken over.. When..

He leaned in slowly, catching you off guard, a slight warmth creeped up to your chest, as he slowly closed the gap between you two.. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach, as your wrapped your arms around him.

His touch was tender and soft, whispering a soft "I love you..", before closing the gap once more.

MALLEUS, Trey, Floyd, EPEL, Kalim, Cater

Grabbing him gently by the chin, warning him about what you're going to do, something he didn't bother paying attention too, finding more comfort in your eyes.. 'you were so pretty'.. they thought, when suddenly you tugged them ever so gently, and kissed them..

The action caught him off-guard, causing him to go wide-eyed, as his face turned a light pink.

RIDDLE, Azul, Jamil, SILVER, Deuce, Jack, ROOK, Idia, Sebek

BONUS! PLATONIC

"Looks like were under the mistletoe!" you pointed up, catching his attention off of whatever he was looking at.. "Pardon me..!" you knelt down, and gave him a small peck on the cheek!

ORTHO, Grim

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What of the Sun?

AKA: Alecto, Gaea, and Uranus—why John Gaius is connected to Dominicus.

Special thanks to @the-sword-lesbian for inciting me with this question, and then going on to listen to all the conspiracy board rambling that ensued whilst offering up her own excellent questions:

Alecto, Gaea, and Uranus

Alecto is, as we know, named after the Fury of the same name from Greek myth whose name literally translates to ' the implacable or unceasing anger'. John, after becoming God, took the surname Gaius, the masculine form of the name Gaia.

Something notable about the Alecto of myth is her parentage: she is the daughter of Gaea (also spelt Gaia), the personification of the Earth, who was fertilised by the blood of Uranus, the personification of the sky (who was also Gaia's son and husband). Uranus' blood was spilt when his and Gaia's youngest son, Cronus, castrated and overthrew him, with the blood from his severed genitals falling upon the Earth (Gaia) and birthing Alecto in the process; Cronus is sometimes interpreted as also being Chronos, the personification of time.

Dominicus, the name John bestowed upon the resurrected Sun, has its origins explicitly stated by John. It is derived from Psalm 27:1, which he partially quotes while talking to Harrow: “The Lord is the source of my light and my safety, so whom shall I fear?”

“A myriad ago, I resurrected nine planets,” he said. “And I reignited the central star, and I called it Dominicus. As a reminder. Dominus illuminatio mea et salus mea, quem timebo? God is my light.[...]

Dominicus and Thanergetic Stars

He said, As the world went up I remade us both. I hid me in you … I hid you in me. And when we were together … once the shaman had claimed the sun … I became God. He said, It wasn’t enough. He said, The ships … the ships were still full of people. I reached our hand out into space. I extended. I struggled. He said, I bit through the sun first. It’s human nature. That started things going. Once you take down the sun, you’re cooking with gas, pardon the pun.

It’s a dark and cold and unlovely part of space, and the stars there are old and were nearly dead then. We nuked them with thanergy and now they’ll shine forever, but the light is not the same …

From the glare of the plex window, beside some perfectly ordinary white twill curtains, the buried monster turned herself so that she was lit in the light of the undead stars.

THE MITHRAEUM, THE SEAT of the First Reborn! The Sanctuary of the Emperor of the Nine Houses, the bolthole of God—the removing place of hallowed bones, and the ossuary of the steadfast! A space station hidden forty billion light-years from the ever-burning light of Dominicus, lit by thanergetic starlight, set in the midst of the circumstellar disc, an ancient jewel within so much dead gravel.

As we see from the above, stars are implicitly naturally thalergetic in character, and through necromantic intervention (nuked them with thanergy) can be rendered thanergetic: undead and everburning, emitting thanergetic starlight. Curiously, nuked them with thanergy is eerily close to how flipping a planet is described by Harrow:

You drove the point of the bone-sheathed blade into the talc—obviously you never wanted it to have an edge of any kind, ever again—and using the sword as your focus, drove a killing lance of thanergy right into the planet’s heart. The planet did not quake, or howl, or freeze, or writhe, skewered on your necromancy’s tines. You began the cascade outward, as you had been taught. A wide thanergetic scythe sheared out into the mantle, deeper into the minute thalergy of the rock, into the solid stone’s buried recollections of the day its ball of dust was formed.

Flipping a planet involves focusing thanergy into a killing implement that is driven into the planet's heart, its soul, inducing a cascading thalergy-thanergy reaction that fuels itself, thanergy decaying thalergy into more thanergy and burning through it:

The thanergy scoured through the soul like a lit taper touched to flimsy. The living flush of this rocky outcrop began to die in dizzying, concentric rings: flipping, the thanergy feeding on the thalergy as locusts fed on wheat. As the soul tore away, an extra thanergetic bloom fanned the fire of what you had already done.

Planets, as we are told in Harrow the Ninth, have souls: a communal soul, arising from the thalergetic complexity of the microbial life present on them much in the same way a human's soul emerges from the thalergetic complexity of its internal microbial life.

“And what has a soul?” “Anything with a thalergetic complexity significant enough to … have a soul. So, humanity.” [...] “A planet’s a ball of dust. Its thalergy comes from the accumulation of microbial life. You can’t consider it one coherent system.” “Call it a communal soul,” said her Emperor. “What’s a human being, other than a sack of microbial life?

This explanation has always reminded me of how the human body is explained in terms of a hierarchy of organisation and complexity: the lowest unit is the cell, cells come together to form tissues, tissues form organs, organs form organ systems, and the sum total of these connected systems is the human body. The soul, then, is implicitly the organisational level above the body: the body is the tissue, the soul is the organ; it is shown by Anastasia's tripod principle that the soul indeed plays a vital part in the functioning of the body:

“There was a bad option where your soul snapped straight into her body, leaving your body stuck with no soul at all, and that would have been a shit time all round.” “Would I have died?” Nona asked, interested. “You’d have tried to,” said Pyrrha. “The body needs thalergy and a soul to keep the lights on. Anastasia’s tripod principle. Body plus thalergy, but no soul, is basically a very weird vegetable … after a while it gives up and shuts down.”

Without a soul, the biological processes cease and the body shuts down; thalergy, in the absence of a soul, decays into thanergy. Flipping a thalergetic planet involves thanergetically disrupting its soul to induce a cascading thanergetic reaction. Thalergetic stars 'nuked' with thanergy become undead, ever-shining, thanergetic: they are flipped.

Stars have souls. Dominicus has a soul.

Why John Gaius is connected to Dominicus

You said, “So if you die, the Houses die with you. The star warming our system fails, and—becomes a gravitational well, as I understand it?” “Yes. A black hole, like the one that took out Cyrus,”

The Sun would need to be about 20 times more massive to end its life as a black hole. Stars that are born this size or larger can explode into a supernova at the end of their lifetimes before collapsing back into a black hole, an object with a gravitational pull so strong that nothing, not even light, can escape. Ergo, the black hole part is a load of bullshit—but, you know, necromancy; the important part of that quote is that John claims that when he dies, Dominicus dies with him.

When Mercymorn tries, and fails, to kill John, Dominicus falters and does indeed begin to undergo a collapse: John's 'death' somehow affects Dominicus from all this distance away, and him coming back results in it stabilising again.

“Right,” he said, and closed his eyes briefly. Then he said, “The sun has stabilized. Hope the Sixth House didn’t get cooked in the flare.”

John says that he reignited the Sun, yes, but I think it goes deeper than just that: I think John put more than just Earth in Alecto's body, and more than just his soul in Alecto's.

Anastasia's tripod principle stipulates that a body with thalergy and no soul shuts down—Dominicus undergoes collapse when John's body is destroyed by Mercymorn, when his soul is decoupled from its material tether—John's soul is the Sun's soul.

“Once the shaman had claimed the sun … I became God.”

The soul of a planet is communal, composed of the sum total of the life present on it: John killed the life upon Earth by inciting a global nuclear war, then killing those humans who were spared the fate of atomic fire. He had to kill the world to put his hands around her throat. He became God by eating her, by hiding him in her, and her in him—the shaman claimed the sun.

He said, I bit through the sun first.

Alecto was born from the blood of Uranus being spilt upon Gaia by their son Cronus; Uranus is the personification of the sky, the husband and son of Gaia. John took the name Gaius when he reignited the Sun, after spilling its blood upon the Earth and creating Alecto: he became one with Gaia, tied his soul to hers and to the sun's.

The Mithraeum is 'a space station hidden forty billion light-years from the ever-burning light of Dominicus, lit by thanergetic starlight'. The ever-burning light of Dominicus contrasted by thanergetic starlight. Immortal, but alive.

“The eyes have it, John.”

He approached her, and she saw that his sclera were black as space. The irises were dark and leadenly iridescent—a deep rainbow oil slick, ringed with white. The pupils were as glossy black as the sclera.

The Emperor of the Nine Houses drummed his fingers over his belt. It still hurt you a little, to look into his terrible eyes: the irises like black shadows of the Canaanite white, that iridescent absence of colour, a shade rather than a tint; the purity of the white ring; then the matte black of the sclera. “A myriad ago, I resurrected nine planets,” he said. “And I reignited the central star, and I called it Dominicus[...]

You could study him without shyness: the shining iridescence of his irises, the unyielding black of the cornea and pupil, the long, square, urbane face.

And his eyes were just absolutely, insanely fucked up: deep black wells, this unreflective flat black. Even from where I was, I could see the white light that circled the irises: a cold, flickering perimeter.

#the locked tomb #nona the ninth spoilers #tlt meta #john gaius #alecto the first

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William Rex Main Story: Chapter 0

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❥･• Warnings and FAQ

≪ this story is in william's pov ≫

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If life were a fairytale, happiness would be easy to find.

As long as you stayed away from sin, did as you were told, behaved yourself, and remained on the bright and safe path.

However, if… your innermost desires wanted another path,

Would the “happy ending” you obtained by killing them off be real happiness?

My answer is… NO.

…

William: — Slit your throat open. As slowly as possible.

There was no target of Crown’s who could escape us.

That included our target for tonight. Unable to even scream in agony, he picked up the knife with trembling hands.

In my hand was an envelope I found in that mansion we were in, with “Golden Butterfly” stamped onto it.

(To think I’d ever see this again.)

(Evil truly never learns its lesson.)

(That goes for them — and of course, myself included.)

If you asked 100 people, you would receive 100 different answers. There was no such thing as absolute evil.

If there was actually such a thing, it would be what’s residing in everyone’s hearts.

Something utterly unforgivable. Once forgiven, they would lose their individuality.

(To me, trampling on the freedom of others is an absolutely unforgivable sin.)

(And this “Golden Butterfly” was guilty of exactly that.)

In order to punish those unforgivable sinners, I was willing to go as far as to become a sinner myself.

If this were a fairytale, I would face the same fate as this man, which was to be painted as a villain.

Alfons: Ordered to “shut up” and unable to scream even in his last moments… how pitiful.

Elbert: … We didn't have a choice. There’ll be trouble if his neighbours hear screams.

Roger: Damn, that’s a convenient ability. It’d be a real nuisance if you were my enemy.

William: Ahaha, if you become my enemy, I’ll write it down on a calendar to give you an advanced warning.

While talking to those people who had long grown used to witnessing the punishment of sinners, I sat down in front of the piano in the hall.

William: Since we’re here, let’s play him a song.

I didn't have a specific melody in mind, I only moved my fingers across the piano keys as they pleased.

Ellis: That’s wonderful, he can die happy now.

Jude: … How is that possible? You’ve got a screw loose.

Every member of Crown had a different outlook on death.

There were some who pitied, some condemned themselves, some would laugh coldly, some who mourned the deaths, and some who simply accepted death as a matter of fact.

(Their similarity is that they’re all here because they followed what their hearts truly wanted.)

However, not everyone was capable of doing that.

I suddenly recalled those greedy eyes I saw in the evening.

(It’d be good if “she” could take the first step.)

Those were my thoughts as the knife went deep into the man’s neck, and fresh blood spurted everywhere.

— The door to the hall slowly opened.

Alfons: My, my, we weren't expecting an audience tonight.

(... That’s…)

William: Now look who we have here, aren't you the little robin I met earlier today?

Kate: Um… uh… eeh…?

I remembered that woman, who was petrified by the bloody sight she witnessed.

She was the postwoman I happened to meet in the evening.

– Flashback Start –

Kate: Pardon me, that envelope is mine. I have to deliver it.

She had a calm look in her eyes as she ran after the envelope.

William: Here you go, my lady.

Kate: … T- Thank you.

William: You’re welcome.

Kate: …

When I handed her the envelope, she seemed to have forgotten herself and stared blankly at me.

(... Found another one.)

(People who have this look in their eyes are often holding themselves back.)

(Holding themselves back from saying things that shouldn't be said.)

I loved witnessing the moment they decided to speak their mind.

I stared at her in silence, watching her calm gaze waver.

At the moment — it was as if I saw the burning flames of desire in her eyes.

Her heart was overflowing with emotions, and she was doing everything she could to suppress them.

“Take me to another world.”

(— “Anywhere”.)

It was as if I heard those words coming from her tightly shut mouth.

(Ahh.)

(What a pity.)

I didn't know what motivated her, but I knew that she wanted change.

There was a desire hidden deep inside of her, struggling and desperate to be free.

(If she were given the chance to freely follow her desires… how beautiful would that be.)

William: You only have two more deliveries to make?

Kate: … Huh?

Kate: P- Pardon me, I was in a daze—

William: You should hurry. It’ll get dark soon.

(It’s too unfortunate I can’t take her away right this instant.)

(Even if that “somewhere” you desire is this abysmal darkness.)

(But… if you follow your desires and take the first step…)

(Perhaps, we’ll meet again.)

– Flashback End –

(... I didn’t expect us to meet again so soon, and in this kind of setting.)

Liam: She’s acquaintances with Will? Does she know about us?

William: We merely exchanged a few words on the streets, Liam. She doesn't know about “Crown”.

Liam: Then we’re in trouble. What should we do…?

(If I say to kill her, you would surely not hesitate to do that immediately.)

(This cat living with the guilt and pain of taking a life is awfully commendable and lovely.)

Harrison: My apologies if it’s freaking you out. That thing is actually just a stage prop used for a play.

(... You’re still the same as ever, Harrison.)

If you took into consideration the reason why he was present on this dark night, you would understand why he tried to create an escape route for her.

He looks like he doesn't have a care in the world, but he had a strong will.

Kate: Y-You’re lying…

Harrison: … It would’ve been better if you at least pretended to believe me.

Unfortunately, she instantly ruined her chance of escaping.

(Well, I suppose that’s to be expected.)

(She was meant to come here.)

Harrison: What do we do about this, Will?

William: Of course we should — take her to “The Palace’s Grim Reaper”.

Jude: Tch… I told you to lock the gate.

Roger: Haha I didn’t think anyone would trespass. You’re a naughty girl, aren't you, young lady?

Ellis: Why don't you come over? There’s no escape.

“There’s no escape” — the moment she heard those words, her body grew stiff.

She tried to back away, but her leg only moved slightly.

(Sorry, I can’t let you leave.)

(“Because you saw” is, of course, one of the reasons… but that's not all.)

It must've been a coincidence that one of her deliveries was addressed to this mansion.

However, our meeting right now was no coincidence.

(The sound of a piano being played is a sign that there's someone in the mansion, but a postwoman has no reason to enter a mansion in the dead of the night.)

(You came here on your own will.)

(You have yet to realise that.)

With great pains, she took the first step.

William: “Come here, poor little robin.”

(Let me see the desire that’s propelling you.)

Her legs obediently started moving.

Kate: I don’t want to…!

(Haha, I’m finally hearing her say her desire out loud.)

Like she was presenting herself, she stopped in front of me.

I could clearly see a splash of red on her cheek.

(... Beautiful.)

For some reason, the colour of sin suited her.

(If your will leads you to be stained with blood in the future, that would suit you much better.)

William: Pardon my discourtesy.

I pulled her closer, and she shut her eyes out of fear.

William: Done.

I wiped the blood off her face and let her go.

As if all the strength had left her body, her legs gave way and she fell onto the floor.

The calm gaze I saw in the evening was now shaking like a violently stormy sea.

It contained feelings of fear, confusion — and small bit of anticipation.

(What’s hidden in your heart?)

(What was it that made you brashly run into the darkness?)

The thought of finding out the answer to that mystery made my heart dance.

(Ahh, this will be fun.)

William: A late self-introduction. My name is William. William Rex.

William: I’m inviting you for dinner tonight. What is your name, dear guest?

(I’ll give you as much love as I can.)

May you be a flower blooming beautifully in the darkness.

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Like Breathing - Three

Title: Like Breathing

Word Count: 3.2k

Part Warnings: Captivity

Summary: Bucky’s life in Cove is far from perfect, mostly because Cove’s residents want nothing more than to scare him away. Luckily for you, Bucky isn’t easily scared off.

A/N: This is the third part of Like Breathing. I hope you enjoy! As always, thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Translations:

Маленький = Little one

Котенок = Kitty

Like Breathing Masterlist

“—my shirt. I’m not sure who she is or where she came from, I just found her.”

You opened your eyes, blinking to try and focus. Bucky was still talking, but the floor beneath your feet was solid and cold, a stark contrast from the rocking of the car. Looking around, you took in your strange new surroundings.

You’d been taken out of the crate and put into a room by yourself. Everything was white and much too bright, with shiny floors and walls that melded seamlessly into one another. Your prison was empty other than three rectangular holes in the floor: one for a litter box, one with water and food, and one with blankets for a bed, where you currently laid. Cold air blew in from invisible vents somewhere in the room and you shivered.

The wall furthest from you was made entirely of glass. From what you could see through it, you were several feet off the ground. Beyond the thick pane stood a lab filled with equipment you could only imagine cost more than everything you’d ever owned combined.

Dread settled in the pit of your stomach. Your worst nightmare was coming true. You’d been discovered. You had moved from being a free woman to a housecat, and now you were to become a science experiment.

“She’s awake. Pretty girl? You okay in there?”

You looked towards the far edge of the glass wall. Bucky stood beside another man and you shuddered under the man’s steady gaze. You recognized him, of course. Anyone would. You could’ve kicked yourself for not realizing Bucky’s true identity sooner.

Bucky Barnes, the man with the metal arm.

Bucky Barnes, the man who’d been pardoned and then hidden away.

Bucky Barnes, The Winter Soldier.

Bucky Barnes, Captain America’s right-hand man.

How could you have been so stupid?

“This is my friend Steve,” Bucky said, his voice muffled by the thick glass separating you. He gestured to the blonde man standing beside him, and Captain America nodded once. “He wants to talk to you, but you need to be a person again for him to do that.”

Like hell you were shifting in front of them. You’d stay a cat forever if it meant keeping your secret. If they uncovered the truth, they’d either run experiments on you, try and recruit you to their little team, or worse, try to take your powers away from you. Maybe they’d kill you in the process.

“We’re not going to hurt you,” Steve said. You shifted your gaze to him, uneasy. Though his expression was kind, it felt like he was staring into your soul and you shrank back, ears flattening as you hurried to look for an escape. “We just want to talk.”

You backed up farther when Steve walked along the glass, centering himself in front of you. You kept going until you’d forced yourself into a corner, and then you made yourself as small as possible.

“You’re scaring her.”

Bucky’s voice made you glance in his direction. He met your gaze, his face sympathetic, before he looked over at his friend. “We can come back later,” he suggested. “She wasn’t expecting this to happen.”

Bucky was right—you hadn’t expected this. The betrayal cut deep and you knew that if you’d been in your human form, you would’ve cried. Twice had you been blindsided by people who knew your secret. This time, though, it somehow hurt worse.

After a moment, Steve nodded. “We’ll be back,” he told you, and you curled up even tighter at his promise. “We’ll bring you some breakfast.”

The two men left the lab through a set of hydraulic metal doors. They hissed shut and you could hear the locks engage even from the corner of your cell. You waited in silence, holding your breath to see if it was a trick of some kind. When they didn’t reemerge, you relaxed a little, uncurling just enough for you to take a deep breath.

You waited another few minutes just in case before venturing out of the corner. Slowly, you walked along the edge of the cell and looked for any kind of opening or vent you could escape through. If you needed to, you’d shift long enough to pry off a vent or get a door open, and then you could shift back and sneak out of the building. Your search proved pointless, however, because the walls were seamless. There wasn’t so much as a crack along the bottom.

Sighing, you curled back up in the corner, determined to wait Bucky out. If you continued to act like a cat would, maybe they would let you go. You closed your eyes, knowing that if Alpine were in this situation, she would try to sleep. There wasn’t anything else to do, anyway.

Sleep never came, and after what seemed like hours, the hydraulic doors to the lab slid open again and Bucky entered. Steve wasn’t with him and you laid still with your eyes closed, listening and waiting to see what he would do.

A loud hiss made you flinch, ruining your act. Bucky slid a plate of food through an opening in the glass pane. As soon as his arm was back outside your cell, the glass closed in on itself, completely seamless once more.

You stared at Bucky from the corner of the room. He stared back, though he fidgeted under your steady gaze. Finally, he spoke up.

“I tried to get a little bit of everything. I wasn’t sure what you liked, and I figured you were tired of cat food,” he said, his voice soft.

He was right. You were definitely tired of eating cat food, but you weren’t about to let him know that. The plate smelled delicious and the food was still hot; you could see steam rising and fogging up the glass behind it. Bucky continued to fidget, his figure blurry in the condensation.

“You’re probably angry with me, and hurt.” He looked down at his hands. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t know what else to do. I don’t know if you’re with HYDRA or SHIELD, and I panicked. I called Steve. You haven’t done anything to hurt me so far, so I’m assuming you’re not HYDRA, but you don’t have their trust yet.”

You stepped closer, slowly making your way across the room to sniff at the food. You kept listening as you began to eat, nibbling on various things on the plate. Bucky truly had grabbed a little bit of everything. There were sausages and eggs, berries, some yogurt, and a few small pancakes.

“No one is going to hurt you, Маленький. I promise. I’d never let them hurt you or Alpine. You two…” He trailed off and you stilled. What was he trying to say?

“I know what I saw,” Bucky continued. “You were a person, a woman, and you stole that red shirt from my closet to wear. I didn’t imagine that. So please, just… I just want to know who you are. I want to know why. Why did you stay? You could’ve left after you’d healed? Why did you stay with us? With me?”

You had no way of knowing if Bucky was telling the truth. You’d trusted him since the moment you’d truly met his eyes out on the sidewalk in front of his house, but now he’d tricked you. His whole life he’d been trained to lie and deceive. Your gut twisted once more at the thought. He wanted you to trust him again after everything he’d done. You felt so conflicted. You wanted so badly to trust Bucky, but he’d also knowingly led you into a trap. This wasn’t a black or white situation. It was thoroughly gray, just like he was.

Bucky watched as you picked at the food, only nibbling on a few different things. When you finally couldn’t stomach anymore, you sat back on your haunches and started the grooming routine you’d always done after eating. Going through the motions helped you to settle, and you could sense Bucky’s tension waning as well.

“Steve will be back soon,” he murmured. “If you can’t trust me, please trust him. He’s one of the good guys.”

Part of you wanted to speak up, to tell them that he was one of the good guys too, but you didn’t acknowledge Bucky’s comments. Instead, you continued to groom yourself, acting as if nothing had changed.

He sighed, watching you for a moment longer before leaving the same way he’d come. You kept up your routine, partly because you were sure they had cameras on you, but also because it was comforting to do something you’d done every day for months now. It settled your nerves, and by the time Steve came back in, you were almost ready to face him. Almost.

Days passed and you kept up your facade. Bucky visited you multiple times each day, talking to you in the same soft voice he’d always used, though the twinge of sadness grew bigger with each visit. Steve came just as often. He regarded you coolly, but he was kind and he always gave you the opportunity to ask for anything you wanted, provided that you shifted into your human form. You ignored him.

On the morning of your fourth day in captivity, Bucky carried in Alpine. He released her into your cell through the opening in the glass and you quickly got up from your spot, sniffing cautiously.

You’re here! I wondered what happened to you, Alpine said. She approached you just as cautiously and you let her rub against you. Bucky watched in silence from behind the glass.

“I’m fine,” you told her, batting at her face when she got too close for comfort. “They’re keeping me locked up in here.”

She walked around the edges of the room, inspecting everything just as you had, then meowing at Bucky. You stayed put against the wall.

Why are you in here? This room is terrible! Where’s the door? Why are they keeping us separate?

“They found out my secret. They want me to change to my human body.” You sighed and laid down again while she checked the room out once more.

So why don’t you?

“If I let them know that they’re right, they’ll want to do tests on me or turn me into some kind of superhero. I don’t want to do that. They might even try to take away my ability to change into a cat.”

Alpine didn’t like the sound of that and she bristled. They wouldn’t, she hissed.

“They would.”

She laid down against the glass directly in front of Bucky, her fur smashed against the window. Couldn’t you pretend to be a really smart cat?

“I don’t know how I could do that without giving myself away. I don’t think I’m ever going to get out of this. I think they’re planning on keeping me here until something happens. They haven’t tried to force me to change yet, but I’m worried they might,” you said. You rested your head on your paws, your heart heavy. You’d been trying not to think about all the possibilities, but talking with Alpine was making you ponder all of the “what ifs”.

You and Alpine laid in comfortable silence until Bucky tapped on the glass. Both of you lifted your heads to look up at him, tails and ears twitching.

“Pretty girl, it’s time for Alpine to go. I just thought you might like a friend for a while,” he murmured. “It sounds like you two were excited to see each other.”

At the sound of her name, Alpine stood. She glanced back at you, and when Bucky started to open the invisible opening in the glass, she darted away to stand beside you.

“What are you doing?” you asked, getting to your feet.

If I stay away from the door, he has to come in to get me, right? You can get out then, she told you.

You’d never felt more grateful for your companion and you bumped her with your head. “Thank you,” you chirped. “I owe you.”

Alpine didn’t reply. She watched as Bucky sighed and tried to coerce her to come back, promising treats, toys, and endless acts of affection. No matter what he offered, she never left your side.

“Come on, Alp,” Bucky groaned. He climbed up into the cell through a different, larger door in the glass and approached you and Alpine. “I can’t leave you in here.”

She dashed away as soon as he got close, leading him towards the far corner of the room. You went the opposite direction and slipped out the door. Bucky wasn’t fast enough to catch you and you ran through the lab, looking for a way out. His footsteps shook the floor as you sprinted under tables and around cabinets and chairs. He gained on you quickly.

“Stop! Pretty girl, stop! You’re going to get hurt!”

The hydraulic doors opened with a hiss and you took your shot, running as fast as you could towards them. Steve never saw you coming. You made it out into the hallway and into the stairwell with both heroes on your tail. They were faster than you, that was a given, but you were smaller, more agile, and you had a different perspective. You could see places, openings, that they never would at their height.

You went through the first open door in the stairwell and took off down that hallway, heading away from the sound of voices and laughter. A soft red light came from an open doorway near the end of the hall and you steeled yourself, hoping it was an exit sign. When you raced through the doorway and into the room, however, you realized that it was a bedroom.

Wanda Maximoff sat on the bed, her hands twisting a sphere of red light in midair as she watched whatever was on her TV. She cast a glance your way, then out into the hallway where Steve and Bucky were shouting for you. You scurried under the bed before she could say or do anything.

It had been a long time since you’d done any kind of running and your heart pounded in your chest as you waited underneath Wanda’s bed. You listened intently for the sound of footsteps in the hallway nearing her room. When the two men finally arrived, you tried to hold your breath as much as possible.

“Have you seen a cat anywhere?” Steve asked, panting.

Wanda shifted on the bed above you and you froze.

“A cat?” she asked. “Doesn’t Bucky have a cat? A white one?”

“There are two,” Bucky replied, also breathing heavily. “We’re looking for the other. She escaped and we need her back. We think she’s enhanced.”

That must’ve piqued Wanda’s curiosity, because she shut the TV off. “An enhanced cat?”

Steve replied this time as Bucky looked around the room, then out into the hallway. You watched their feet from under the bed. “An enhanced woman who can change into a cat,” he explained.

“I don’t think she’s in here, Steve,” Bucky said. “Maybe she went the other way, towards Tony’s lab. She could’ve heard the voices and hoped it was the way out.”

A few moments later, both men left. You watched in total silence, crouched under the bed as their feet disappeared outside the doorway. The TV turned back on.

“You can come out now, котенок,” Wanda said, her voice soft.

Slowly, you crept out from under the bed and looked around. Her room was warm and cozy, with hanging lanterns and a guitar propped in the corner. You turned around to look at her.

Wanda regarded you with a gentle smile. “You must be our enhanced cat,” she said, and you bristled. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to turn you in. I know what it’s like to be hunted.”

She stood and you backed away, but she held up her hands to show you she meant no harm. You continued to watch her, curious, as she went around the end of the bed to a low desk, where she grabbed a notebook and a pen. Silently, she scribbled on the notebook, then brought it over and placed it near you on the floor. She sat cross-legged beside it.

“I can’t see your thoughts, but if you’re enhanced, I’m assuming you can understand me. This is yes and this is no.” Wanda pointed to the notebook and you crept closer, peering at it. She’d drawn out and labeled two boxes, one for yes and one for no.

“Can you understand me?” she asked.

You hesitated. Wanda seemed nice, but you didn’t know much about her. You had no bond with her whatsoever. It would be easy for her to turn you over to Steve and Bucky once she knew what you were capable of. On the other hand, she’d just covered for you without even knowing who or what you were.

Reaching out, you placed your paw on the “yes” box. Wanda smiled wide.

“That’s good. Thank you. Are you hurt?”

You batted at the box for no and moved a little closer, settling back on your haunches so you would be a little more comfortable while you answered her questions.

For almost an hour, Wanda asked you questions and you answered them with “yes” or “no”. She seemed incredibly pleased that you’d gone along with her idea, and by the time FRIDAY announced that Wanda was needed in the conference room for a team meeting, she knew more about you than most people did. You found her easy to talk to.

“I have to go now, котенок,” she said. “I’ll be back later with some food for you. Please stay hidden.”

You pressed your paw to the box for “yes”, then stepped over the paper to bump your head against Wanda’s hand. She obliged, running her hand over your back, and you let out a low purr at the feeling. You’d grown so used to Bucky’s endless affection for you and Alpine that on top of everything else, you were uneasy and on edge due to the lack of contact.

Wanda scratched behind your ears before standing and grabbing her phone, then leaving the room. You wandered around for a few minutes before deciding to play it safe and hide under the bed while she was gone.

“Котенок? Are you still here?”

You blinked your eyes open and stretched, yawning before carefully coming out from under the bed. Wanda smiled wide when you emerged.

“I was worried you’d left,” she said.

Blinking up at her, you batted the “no” box on the notebook before weaving around her legs, brushing up against her to let her know you were happy she’d come back alone. Wanda leaned down and ran her hand over your back, then set down a bowl of food.

“I wasn’t sure what you would like. Is this okay?”

You sniffed the food, then pressed your paw against “yes” and started to eat. She seemed satisfied and as you wolfed down the food, Wanda turned the TV back on. She watched in silence until you jumped up beside her on the bed and laid down, watching with her. You’d seen the episode already, however, and it didn’t take long for you to doze off in the comfort and safety of her presence.

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Alfons Sylvatica

Story Event: Black Wedding. A false vow to a dark bride.

Chapter 1

As per usual, it's a quick translation hence mistakes are likely.

~~Part 1~~

Alfons Sylvatica was wicked and insincere, nightmare of a guy.

Even nowadays, he would still confuse me and drive me crazy.

Alfons: "I'm bored. Would you like to get married, little miss Robin?"

Kate&Elbert: "....."

Temporarily rendered speechless, we sat in silence gently rocked by a carriage on our way home from a mission.

Kate: "Huh?"

Elbert: "....?"

Alfons: "Hello, didn't you hear me? I said let's get married, Kate."

(I guess hearing it twice invalidated the possibility of it being just a figment of my imagination)

Kate: "... what do you mean by that?"

Alfons: "Look, lately the Crown has been busier than ever, right?"

Alfons: "As a result, nobody wants to play with me. I'm feeling bored, so bored in fact I feel like I'm going to die."

Elbert: "...do you have a condition that kills you if you're bored?"

Alfons: "Yeah, it's very serious."

(Once again with his inappropriate comments)

Kate: "I'm not asking you why you're bored, I'm asking you why you want to get married."

Alfons: "Oh, pardon me. The reason I offered to marry you一"

~~Part 2~~

Alfons: "Oops, it looks like we've just arrived. Time's up, what a shame."

Alfons: "Your next step, visiting the Queen's aide. That's it for me, bye."

Kate: "Wait a minute, Alfons!"

Fluttering his wet coat like raven's wings,

he disappeared in an instant.

Kate: "... it's way too early for you to run away."

Elbert: "...? I'm not sure what's going on.."

Elbert: "... but good luck."

~~~

To solve the mystery of Alfons' words, I had to rely on Victor.

Victor: "Ahaha, jeez he's so irresponsible, and cute."

While laughing cheerfully, he proceeded with an explanation.

Victor: "Recently, there have been several incidents in which lovers went missing."

Kate: "Disappearances... Do you think―"

Victor: "Yes, we suspect they're being murdered."

While pursuing the truth, William and Victor came across a group called "Amour".

Couples that approached them, lured by the promise of "eternal love", were their target.

There was no doubt of the group's involvement in the murders themselves.

Victor: "It's highly likely that the person orchestrating the killings is the so-called "guru" of the organization."

Victor: "At least that's what we're trying to determine. Until now, we haven't been able to secure any convictions…"

(It looks like Victor and William haven't been able to reach that person)

Kate: "Any reason why you can't get in touch with the leader?"

~~Part 3~~

Victor: "The group only deals with couples that are in love with each other."

Victor: "They say they are performing a ritual, in the form of a 'wedding', to ensure the couple's eternal love."

Victor: "Apparently, the founder who seems to be at the root of the evil, only shows his face there."

I finally understood why Alfons came up with the idea of getting married.

Kate: "In other words, one needs to infiltrate the organization, be recognized as a lover, and have a wedding ceremony."

Kate: "The mission's aim then is to capture the "guru" when he shows up, right?"

Alfons: "Impressive! There's your answer, Kate! You're so very smart."

Kate: "Whoa, Alfons!?"

Victor: "Hey Alfons. I asked you to knock before you enter, didn't I?"

Alfons: "How disrespectful of me. I carelessly forgone my good manners."

Alfons: "Anyway, sticking out as the one who's free in the ever busy Crown..."

Alfons: "I'm the only one who could play the 'lover'. Hence, the 'marriage' offer, yes?"

Victor: "What do you think, Kate? Will you accept this mission?"

Alfons: "Indeed, what are you going to do?"

~~Part 4~~

Victor: "What do you think, Kate? Will you accept this mission?"

Alfons: "Indeed, what are you going to do?"

His teasing gaze was tinged with a hint of challenge, which made me instinctively blurt out my answer.

Kate: "Fine. I'll accept this job as part of my duties."

Alfons: "heh, what a spirited response. Then-"

Alfons: "Let's keep this enthusiasm going, isn't that right, Kate?"

~~~

A few hours later, we managed to infiltrate the church, which constituted the base of operations of Amour.

-as 'lovers', of course.

Alfons: "We met on the corner of the street. "

Alfons: "The moment we passed each other, we knew we were meant to be together! Isn't that right, Kate?

Kate: "Y-yes! That spark."

Alfons: "It didn't take us long to fall in love."

(He always has such a suspicious aura....)

(He's the right person in situations like this where one needs to deceive others)

The believers dressed in pure white listened to Alfons tell the story of our fabricated love.

Believer: "I understand that you want to achieve eternal love."

Believer: "However, unless you convince us that your feelings for each other are genuine, we cannot hold the ceremony."

(....there it is!)

There was 'something' we could do to persuade them we were a couple truly in love with each other.

(There is a high probability that we will be asked details about each of us)

(....no matter what we're doing here, even if we're pretending, we have to answer correctly)

Kate: "Then, what can we do to convince you?"

~~Part 5~~

Kate: "Then, what can we do to convince you?"

Believer: "A loving kiss would be a good start."

Kate: ".......ki."

Alfons: "If that's all you want, we're happy to oblige."

He wrapped an arm around my waist in a familiar gesture and lifted my chin with his index finger.

(....!)

Alfons: "A kiss with an audience is exciting, isn't it Kate?"

Alfons: "I'll make your knees go weak... now open your mouth."

(open your mouth!?)

His lips gradually came closer-

Kate: "Wait! O-one moment, please....!"

Kate: "Ah..."

Alfons: "....oh dear."

~~~

Alfons: "Thanks to certain someone, we're still on good terms with them and can continue our task."

Kate: "...I'm really sorry."

Alfons: "The lie that my lover was terribly shy has thankfully misled them."

Kate: "...really, really sorry."

Alfons: "And so you should. It was in bad taste to refuse my kiss. Poor me."

Kate: "Shhh, the believers might hear you..."

Our 'loving kiss' fiasco left us under suspicion.

We ended up doing voluntary work until the followers would deem us trustworthy.

Our task was to wrap sweets that would later be sent to the bazaar.

(I have to act like a lover at least a little to make up for it)

Alfons: "Though I wonder..."

Kate: ".....?"

Alfons: "Why would anyone care about a wedding like that?"

Chapter 2

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nekoannie-chan · 4 months

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All you loved

Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Reader.

Word count: 1226 words.

Summary: he was all you knew and all you loved. Until he wasn’t.

Warnings: Betrayal.

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2000

You were solving a crossword puzzle and sitting there, drinking a milkshake. You had no idea what you were going to do with your life, not even if you were going to go to college or what to study.

Especially because you didn't want to draw attention to your little secret and you didn't want to go to the place where Charles Xavier had told you, you almost threw the card in the trash. You were confident that you could live with your powers and without any help; that's how you've been surviving the last few years.

You turned around, and there was that guy again. At first, you thought it was a coincidence, but since that week you were sure he was following you, could it be a student from that school for the "gifted"?

You didn't care; it was time to face him and make him leave you alone once and for all, or you would use your powers if necessary.

“You! “you exclaimed, getting up from your seat. This guy has already exhausted your patience.

"Hello!" Brock didn't even flinch.

“What do you want?" You asked; you weren't going to beat around the bush; you wanted answers, and you wanted them right then.

“I beg your pardon."

“I wasn't born yesterday; I know you've been following me; it's not a coincidence to find you where I'm going."

“S.H.I.E.L.D. is interested in you," he said, without changing his expression.

“S.H.I.E.L.D.? Another weird organization, please if I told that professor that I wasn't interested, much less in this “you turned around to leave; maybe you would have to go to another city, but Brock stopped you; he wouldn't let you go until you listened to him.

2004

What you had said was spontaneous; at no time had you thought of confessing your feelings to Brock, but that mission had changed everything.

“So... "

“Shut up." You pulled him to you and kissed him.

You had never thought you would find love in S.H.I.E.L.D.

2011

“What's wrong? “you asked your boyfriend after you had made your way through all the commotion of agents.

“I don't know, but this is not normal," Brock answered, trying to see something that made sense.

“They say they found Captain America," Jack commented when he got to where you were.

“His corpse, I guess," you said. It was more than impossible for it to be otherwise; after so long, you were already beginning to imagine what would happen in the following days when they gave the news.

"Alive!" Jack answered confidently.

“Alive? “ You and Brock repeated it in unison; you couldn't believe it, and you couldn't think of any way it could happen.

After five joint STRIKE team missions with Steve, you were sure that if they had one more with Rogers, you would throw him overboard or anything to never see him again in your life.

You had kind of lost track of what they were talking about for the next mission; maybe you could get away in a way?

“Maybe Y/N and I can be a team?"

“My team is Brock," you interrupted him. No way were you planning on having a mission alone with him; you were more likely to leave him locked up in one of the safe houses and go off alone to complete the mission. “And maybe I'm sick for that mission," you muttered so softly that Brock barely heard you and smiled.

2013

Brock and Steve began to argue that the mission had been a fiasco in the end.

You were starting to get a headache; this was going to end very badly. There was no way you could hide what had happened to Fury.

You were trying to analyze step by step what happened to understand what had been the mistake and the reason for the failure, but everything was so confusing and diffuse, but you were sure you could find the exact moment; you just had to make a little effort and with the help of your powers, so they could know how to present the report or make it up.

Brock and Steve kept arguing; maybe a little help wouldn't hurt. You saw one of the buckets that was full of water. You gave it a little push with your powers, but it caused most of the water to fall on Rogers.

Several members of the team had to leave immediately because they couldn't hold their laughter. Even though Brock figured you had caused that "incident," he didn't say anything to you. The look on Steve's face was worth it, but on the other hand, Steve thought it was a freak accident.

Of course, you would never tell him that you were responsible, let alone all the powers you had.

2014

Confusion.

You were running aimlessly through the Triskelion; the only thing you could think and do was to look for Brock. You needed to know that the man you loved was okay and that he would tell you that everything Rogers had told you was a lie, that he was jealous of him, and that he wanted to separate them.

You were walking up the stairs, in and out of the floors; Brock wasn't answering his cell phone; thousands of thoughts were going through your mind; you saw this Sam running past you to the upper floors; what if...

What if...?

You didn't know how long you had been like this, but finally, on one of the floors, you found him. Although what you saw seemed to confirm what you were fearing, you needed to know the motives. What if he had lied about loving you?

“Brock? “ You called out to him as you stood in front of him.

“Brock had stopped, but he still seemed to be in a hurry.

“No, you lied to me, you..."

Now that you understood all the strange behaviors your husband had had in the last few months, you didn't know what to say. At that moment, you weren't even sure you wanted an explanation; you even hoped it was a bad dream or maybe some hallucination created by some enemy.

“As soon as this is all over, I will explain," he assured you and continued on his way.

You were not sure that you were going to see each other again; maybe it was the last time you would see each other. You had to pick up the pieces of your broken heart and run away at that moment.

You knew what was going to happen; you would be questioned, but even though you were not aware of what Brock had done or what he had planned, you were seeing someone very different from the one you had known; in fact, he now seemed like a complete stranger.

You started running in the opposite direction; you would go far away; you weren't going to give Brock the surprise you had planned either; he would never know he was going to be a father, but you wouldn't let Rogers and company catch you; the only thing that was your priority now was to keep you and your baby safe; you would go to X Mansion to ask for asylum; you knew they would help any mutant in need.

You could no longer say you loved Brock.

#summary challenge #brock rumlow x reader

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Return of the King

Writer: 日日日 (Akira)

Character(s): Tsukinaga Leo, Sena Izumi, Sakuma Ritsu, Narukami Arashi and Suou Tsukasa

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Disclaimer: I translated this story from the CN version of the game, which means that it has been double translated (JP > CN > EN). In JP enstars (!-era), the name of this story is listed only as “Sub Story 2”, but the CN version of the game has a title for it (王之归还). The story title listed here is a translation of the CN title.

Happy debut day, Tsukinaga Leo! May your days continue to shine brightly, and may your songs take flight <3

Arashi: Eh? Did she manage to find him? If that’s the case, this truly does constitute an emergency ♪

Season: Summer Location: Yumenosaki Academy Hallway

Tsukasa: Everyone! Quick, quick! Hurry up! There’s an emergency…!

Arashi: Wait a minute, Tsukasa-chan! What happened?

We Knights don’t have any practice today, right? My club is due to participate in a few competitions soon, so I can’t skip out on practice.

I guess I’ll be able to obtain ‘satisfactory’ results even if I don’t train… But since I’m gonna go for it anyway, I might as well aim for first place, right?

If I don’t turn up to practice every once in a while, everyone’s gonna forget how I look like you know?

Not to mention, I’ll become depressed if I can’t blend in well with the lively atmosphere.

Ritsu: Uuuuuu~ …Uwauuuu…?

Arashi: Hold on, Tsukasa-chan. It’s fine if you want to forcibly drag Ritsu-chan around, but uh, maybe put him around your shoulders at least?

If you drag him by his legs, his head is going to hit all sorts of things?!

Tsukasa: My apologies! Narukami-senpai, please assist! Sena-senpai as well!

Unfortunately, we do not have the luxury of time to wake Ritsu-senpai up. Let’s just go! Express… ☆

Arashi: Ah, goodness… What happened…? It’s very unlike Tsukasa-chan to be like this? Izumi-chan, do you know what happened?

Izumi: Who knows? Even though he’s saying something about Knights’ leader, surely it’s not because ‘that guy’ has returned?

Tsukasa: It’s exactly because ‘it is’, Sena-senpai ♪

Although this is me once again acting upon my own whims, and I am guilty as charged…

I had requested that Onee-sama go look for our long lost Leader~ ♪

Arashi: Eh? Did she manage to find him? If that’s the case, this truly does constitute an emergency ♪

Because our ‘King’… The second he covers his tracks, it’ll be really hard to find him.

Even the police have their hands tied – he quite literally disappeared without a trace. We’ve also suffered a lot because of it.

My goodness, Anzu-chan. However did you manage such a feat?

Tsukasa: I don’t know, but I think Onee-sama trapped our Leader in the Studio!

I want to greet him before he turns tail and disappears yet again!

Arashi: In that case, it should be fine if you go alone, right? We’re all familiar with our ‘King’. Though… it has been a long while, maybe we too could drop by and say hi.

Izumi: I do think it’s about time we replenish our ‘weapons’ ♪

While I’m at it… I should also take the opportunity to ask Ou-sama to resign and make me the leader of Knights.

It really just had to be the guy who’s perpetually always missing sitting on the throne. Does he even know how difficult it is to handle the procedures for live shows? Ugh, soooo~ annoying!

Tsukasa: Everyone, kindly cease your chatter! We have arrived at the Studio. This is the first time I’ll be seeing the King that we Knights serve! Ah, how Exciting!

Ah, um, I’m about to have an audience with him[1]… ☆

Location: Studio

Tsukasa: Please pardon our intrusion! We Knights have come to pay you a visit ♪

Ah, Onee-sama? I’m really sorry, please forgive me! Throwing the door open so viciously… I probably gave you quite the shock ♪

Why are you standing over there looking like you’re at your wit’s end? What about Knights’ Leader? Where is he?

Ritsu: Uauahuu… My head’s been knocked into things left and right… Woke me up ‘cause of it… What about our leader? Did Ou-sama come back?

Tsukasa: Hehe, everyone calls our Leader ‘King’! They honour him by swearing an oath of allegiance! He must be an extraordinary person… ☆

Leo: Aaahh!! It’s flowing!! The inspiration’s flowing!!!!

Tsukasa: …Eh? Wh… There’s some guy drawing music notes on the walls and floor with a marker non stop.

Is he someone suspicious? Well, let’s capture him ♪

Leo: Wahaha☆ Are you saying that awful ‘Emperor’ lost? A revolution?

What in the world!! So many interesting things happened in Yumenosaki Academy when I wasn’t around… ☆

Aaah!! Don’t go into details yet! The main characters are about to come on stage! The opera’s about to begin!

The opera cannot be stopped, because my delusion encompasses the entire universe… ☆

Wahahaha☆ Wahahahaha☆ Wahahahahahahahaha~☆

Arashi: Eh? Ou-sama, you’re as crazy as ever.

Tsukasa: Huh? Th-that… Did you just say ‘King’? That person who has an uncanny resemblance to that of a pervert… is he really the Leader of Knights?

Arashi: Yep. He really came back… ♪

Wait a minute, Ou-sama! You’re scaring our newest member, so please stop your strange behaviour! And stop vandalising the walls, you’ll get scolded by the teachers!

Leo: Ah? A~h!! Naru!! Long time no see! You’re rotten as always!

Arashi: Eh? What are you talking about!? The first thing you say when you open your mouth… I’m really hurt!

Leo: So bashful~ Such interesting movements! You’re my favouritest, I love you ☆

Oh! Rittsu and Sena, you’re here too! Feels like the last time I saw you both, it was a couple thousand years ago!

How has everyone been, my Knights ♪

Tsukasa: What…?

Leo: Oh? There’s someone I don’t recognise! Hold on! Lemme have a think who you are!

There should be something I can use to infer! And on top of that, I can always take a leap of faith! The opera’s about to begin… ☆

So! You’re an alien from outer space! Uchuu~! This is the alien greeting I came up with! Even though it doesn’t really matter now, wahahaha ☆

Wait! That’s not important right now! Don’t disturb me! I’m currently composing a famous song! I hope that you all will be able to witness the moment the masterpiece is born!

Ah, ugh! There’s no paper, so I can only write on the wall… but this unthinkable texture is irritating my senses ♪

My shoulder hurts! Someone, quick! Come and help me massage it out! This kind of sharp pain will also become music!

Tsukasa: Wh-what…?

Arashi: Ignore him, Tsukasa-chan. Our ‘King’ has always been a rather extreme artist.

Once he gets into the zone, he’d be so engrossed in composing that he would even forget to eat.

When he’s like this, he won’t ‘return’ for quite a while ♪

Tsukasa: I-is that so? I had… originally wanted to extend my greetings to Leader…

Izumi: Aish~ There’s no need to? That guy won’t listen to whatever anyone else says, anyways.

Though, it’s not my place to say this. That guy’s lack of coordination is beyond saving. As expected of the leader of Knights ♪

By the way, although that guy’s body is abnormally good – when he dances, it’s basically a blessing…

He… tends to choreograph things on the spot, something that can’t be used on formal stages.

He’s actually extremely skilled in singing, but he’d say “I don’t want to be the one singing”, and refuses to sing.

Tsukasa: E-Eeeehh??? So useless… Forgive my impropriety, but uh, how did someone without a single merit worth respecting become our Leader?

Leo: Oyaya? Why am I in Yumenosaki Academy? Someone, tell me! No, no no no, don’t say a thing!

I wanna think about the melody hidden here… ☆

I remember now! It’s because the whole lotta you have a performance tomorrow! Knights’ concert ♪

Izumi: Haa? What are you mumbling to yourself over there, suddenly returning and talking about a performance?

Leo: No, this is the job Anzu entrusted me with! She tells me about Yumenosaki’s comings and goings when I wasn’t around. This is an equivalent exchange!

At first, I said it was okay if she didn’t tell me about it, ‘cause I can fill in the blanks with my delusions~

Then, then, we just started chattering away… how could I not listen? I can’t just trample on this piece of kindness! Not to mention, it just got more and more interesting ☆

Wait! The song that I’m writing now, it’ll be ready by tomorrow!

I already have the melody, and that newbie has also become a rather uncertain element – so, I’ll definitely be able to write an interesting song!

Wahaha… ☆ It’s coming, it’s coming!! The inspiration’s coming!!

Arashi: Alright, alright. Do as you please, our ‘King’. Using the songs you’ve prepared for us… These ‘weapons’ will annihilate all of our enemies ♪

Even so, don’t forget to eat and rest. If you were to collapse, we’d be in quite the pickle.

Anzu-chan, even though this child is a handful, could you take care of him for a while?

Then… we’ve got our work cut out for us… ♪

Ritsu: Hehehe. It’s been a looooong time… But, this will be the first time all of us Knights will perform on stage together~ ♪

Izumi: Eh~ But I have yet to agree to the concert?

But I suppose I don’t have a choice. Since Ou-sama has returned, we simply can’t allow Trickstar and co. to continue strutting around like that~ ♪

Tsukasa: W-why are all my seniors so enthusiastic about this! I don’t follow!

Even though I do think it’s interesting, seeing the usually unorganized Knights suddenly display such a curious sense of unity…

O-onee-sama? What should I do?

Leo: Don’t panic! Knights are meant to be dignified, yet arrogant! Vile, yet bold! Hideous, yet beautiful! Aaah, these cliché expressions!

The rejection from earlier! Are all of you feigning deafness?

Rest assured, newbie! Entrust your spirit to your senses, your body to fate, and leave it all behind!

Aah, just saying it isn’t enough! I need music~!

All in all! My Knights, let’s prepare for war!

We’ll need to flip the chessboard over, half of it just for fun! Don’t even think of rebutting, for I am the naked king in ‘The Emperor’s New Clothes’! Wahaha ☆

Translator's note(s): 1. in the CN translation, kasakun uses the term 觐见, which means "present oneself before (a monarch), have an audience with (the emperor)"

#enstars translation #! era sub/idol story #tsukinaga leo #suou tsukasa #narukami arashi #sakuma ritsu #sena izumi

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