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seokmthw · 7 months

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shining excalibur | shen ricky

⇢ pairing: ricky x reader

⇢ warnings: royalty au, death, blood, mentions of bombing, angst, king!ricky, king/queen!reader

⇢ word count: 1.3k

⇢ note: in my abc headcannons for ricky i said that a royalty concept would fit him really well, so here's this! maybe i'll expand on this overall idea someday, who knows. also, i used quanrui instead of ricky because it sounds more regal to me!

"i won't let you go!"

the despair in your voice was hard to miss. you'd been begging him for what felt like hours not to leave the safety of your castle — he couldn't risk his life. you couldn't rule the kingdom without him. you couldn't bear the thought of him going out to war and never returning.

he sighed heavily, walking from his place near your chamber doors over to stand directly in front of you, hands coming up to delicately cup your cheeks and catch the new tears that had begun to fall, eyes searching your face in hopes you'd understand, but he knew he wouldn't get what he wanted. you grabbed his wrists, clutching them tightly in your hands, practically begging, "please don't leave me."

"y/n," he started, "i'm the king, you know i have to fight for our people. it'd make me look like a coward if i didn't and let others die for me instead." you choked on a sob that had been threatening to rip itself from your throat and collapsed into his chest, tears staining the fabric of his undershirt. he held you close, tears pricking the corners of his eyes now at the realization that this is what the war had come to.

he didn't want to leave, either.

"i'll do everything i can to make sure i come back to you," quanrui’s words were soft, his lips finding their home on the crown of your head. he closed his eyes, breathing in your scent and relishing in the last moments he had with you in his arms, "just promise me you'll keep the kingdom in order while i'm gone."

you nodded, not daring utter a single word as you balled your fists up behind his back. you let out a broken cry, body shivering as the sobs overtook you, and you felt your legs begin to wobble. this was beyond unfair. you shouldn't have to lose him because your opposing kingdom had an unresolved rivalry with your own. you shouldn't have to do this alone.

quanrui began to pull away, catching your lips in a desperate kiss, as if you make sure you knew how deep his love for you ran. you sniffled after it broke, uttering a soft, "i love you."

"i love you more, y/n"

quanrui began to dress himself in his suit of armor, sheathing his sword at his hip and settling his crown down on the thick, wooden nightstand beside your bed. he was almost unrecognizable as king, had it not been for the rich, royal blue arm covers that distinguished him from the rest of your army.

he hardly had the chance to kiss you for the last time. a deep, indistinguishable rumble sounded from the grounds outside and the screams of many of your townspeople were carrying through the wind. quanrui’s eyes grew wide, panic evident in his voice as he said, "we need to get you suited up."

"what? why?" you asked, bewilderment contorting the features of your face as he frantically dug through his chest to find your protective gear. he helped you get into it, securing it in all the right places, though the tremble of his hands was visible to you, "they're here."

a loud banging against your door was able to be heard, the person on the other side not bothering to wait for an answer as he barged in, making himself known. quanrui’s second in command, taerae, was standing in the doorway, the look on his face unable to read before he blurted, "king quanrui, they're bombing the villages." you felt your heart sink into the pit of your stomach, a deep sadness instantly filling your body.

quanrui’s face grew hard, his brows furrowed and his nostrils flaring out in anger, "we need to get y/n out of here," his voice was firm, "now."

quanrui grabbed your hand, pulling you behind him as taerae guided you down the hallway, the maids and butlers as well as visitors from other countries flocking to escape the castle as well. the halls were cramped with bodies, everyone's shrieks mingling with one another in the air, and you felt yourself begin to shut down.

quanrui glanced over his shoulder at you, motioning for taerae to take a detour down the hallway many people were passing. your vision was blurred with tears and it was difficult to know where you were going, but you trusted quanrui and taerae would be able to get you out of there unscathed.

before you knew it, the crisp, night air was flooding your nostrils, but the stench of gunpowder and lead was unmistakable. the village was engulfed in flames, bodies were laying limp in the grass, there was fighting and bloodshed in the fields. you knew the opposing kingdom was capable of terrible things, but you didn't think they'd blow up and entire village of civilians and children. your voice was shaky as you said, “our people.”

quanrui turned you away from the sight, instead having you focus on him, "listen, we're gonna be alright. i will make sure you're able to get out of here without a single scratch, okay? i just need you to-"

a sickening crack was able to be heard from overhead, and upon looking up, you were greeted with the sight of a cannonball making a new home in the side of the castle. debris was falling at a rapid pace, and without thinking, quanrui grabbed ahold of your wrist and began running forward, shielding your body with his own from any of the stone that threatened to hit you.

taerae was following close behind, his sword in hand as he kept a lookout for anyone who dared try to bring harm to you or quanrui, but he was too late. the king of the opposing kingdom greeted you with his own sword, piercing the flesh of your belly with the blade. you peered down in horror, your own blood soaking your hands and dripping down the dazzling silver.

quanrui completely halted, far too stunned to speak. instead, king hanbin spoke, venom laced in his words as he growled, "this is what you get for not playing by my rules," he shoved his sword deeper, a pained grunt escaping your lips, "next time, i'd advise you listen to me."

with that, he yanked his sword away from your body, a sadistic grin pulling the corners of mouth upward at the sight of his revenge against your king. he turned his back and began walking away, not bothering to look at you as you fell to your knees into the damp grass.

quanrui was quick to be at your side, pulling away the fabric from your wound to get a better look at the damage king hanbin had just caused. he was visibly sobbing, begging taerae to find something to create a makeshift tourniquet to try and stop the bleeding, but it was far too late. your vision was fading, tears falling down onto your cheeks once more.

you reached up and touched quanrui’s face, your blood leaving streaky fingerprints in their wake. you smiled sadly, silencing him when he tried to say something. instead, you spoke, your voice surprisingly calm, "i love you, my king."

your consciousness slipped away from you, hand falling heavily to your side, head beginning to lull around as quanrui clung to you, a wail erupting from his body as your soul slipped away. he pushed your hair away from your face, placing a gentle kiss in your forehead, whispering, "i'll come find you in the afterlife." anger took over now, and he commanded taerae to band your strongest soldiers together to take care of king hanbin once and for all.

if he didn't die from avenging you, he surely would from the grief he felt in his heart.

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marypsue · 11 months

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So, yesterday I did say that I might post an origfic sample if I got no questions...but I never said that I wouldn't post a sample if I did get questions. Want almost 2100 words of navel-gazey rambling about how a returned King Arthur might be manufactured into a comic-book-style superhero (and how he might feel about all of that), from the perspective of a British government employee, written by a Canadian who's never been there? Yeah you do, here goes.

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When Agent Jane Carmichael had joined MI5, this was not what she’d expected to be doing.

Of course, it was the domestic Security Service, but still, she’d expected espionage. Intrigue. Complicated geopolitical…something. She’d dared to hold out hope for a slinky red dress and a thigh holster. She’d even anticipated all the paperwork. Well, most of the paperwork. Some of the paperwork, certainly.

She had not expected to find herself sat beside the legendary Arthur, King of the Britons, awakened from centuries of ensorcelled slumber to come to the world’s aid in its hour of greatest need, stuffed into a cramped Mini Cooper with the fabled sword Excalibur in its jewelled and enchanted sheath poking her in the kidneys through the seat as she inched through the solid wall of traffic that was Piccadilly in the morning rush.

Still, Agent Jane Carmichael was nothing if not a professional. She’d taken stranger things in stride, though admittedly not many of them. And there was always a small chance that this would be the mission where she’d require the red dress.

It would help if she had any idea how to make small talk with a mediaeval warlord, though.

“Do you expect to find it’s really Morgan that the Motherboard’s captured?” Jane asked, as she signalled to merge despite the furious honking that rose all around her. Like a whole flock of ducks disturbed from the placid surface of a pond on some rolling estate. Jane let her thoughts turn briefly, wistfully, to the DVD of Emma waiting for her at home for all of about six seconds before taking both a deep breath and the barest sliver of an opportunity to merge. The honking grew in both volume and anger, but they’d made the inside lane.

Jane realised, mid-quiet triumph, that Arthur had been a little too silent for a little too long.

As though he’d read her mind, though, he chose the very moment of realisation to speak. “Who can say? Morgan’s mind weaves patterns that no man may see until they are fully worked.”

Jane took advantage of the fact that traffic had ground to a fuming standstill as they came up on Piccadilly Circus to steal a glance at the man sat beside her. In some ways, Arthur looked nothing like she would’ve expected an ancient legend come to life to look, while in others, she couldn’t believe she’d ever imagined him any other way. The trim the department stylist had given his dark, wavy locks and ruddy beard managed to look both modern and timeless, accentuating the narrow nose, high cheekbones, and proud jaw that Brand had gleefully pronounced looked like they belonged to ‘the lovechild of Chris Evans and Richard Armitage’. It was a regal face, almost haughty, but the brown eyes set under the deep brow were warm and kind, if a little sad.

He was, however, shorter than Jane had expected.

Stockier, too, though Jane had to admit she’d been watching rather a lot of trashy superhero films in preparation for the role she’d found herself thrown into. It wasn’t as though anyone had had a better handbook to offer her. Her immediate superior had used the word ‘unprecedented’ no fewer than seventeen times while briefing Jane, before she’d even been allowed to meet Arthur, before all hell had broken loose.

At any rate. No one had abs like the film superheroes in real life. Not even the closest thing the real world had to an actual, genuine, bona fide superhero. And Arthur did come pretty damn close to being an actual, genuine, bona fide superhero, pardon Jane’s French.

The Motherboard, on the other hand…well, Jane was simply not going to go there. She had extremely mixed feelings about calling what was almost certainly a millionaire CEO’s vanity project a ‘superhero’. She could think of a few things Elin Brand might have done toward saving the world that would have been more useful than building a fancier gun –

Arthur shifted in his seat, and Jane managed not to start. She’d – not forgotten he was there, but let herself be distracted. She should be better than that.

“Seldom have I known Morgan’s mind,” Arthur said, slowly. Jane turned to look at him, but he didn’t meet her eye, looking instead out the window at the mess of traffic as though he were watching a David Attenborough special on the migratory habits of the domestic English office-worker. “They tell me that she spirited me to Avalon, after I was dealt my death-blow. To heal me. To keep me, until the world had need of me again.”

Given that he was there, now, magic scabbard and all, Jane was inclined to believe whoever ‘they’ were. “So it would seem,” she said, laying on the horn when a lorry with a load of chickens under a tarpaulin tried to merge into standstill traffic ahead of her. Jane wondered if they were lost.

Arthur still didn’t look at her. “Do they know that it was only through Morgan’s treachery that such a wound could strike me at all? Do they know that my own sister had turned against me, in those late days, she who had been dear to me as mine own eyes? Do they know that Morgan had as her sole ambition, for I know not truly how long, to bring Camelot and even Britain itself to ruin if it meant it might bring me to my knees?”

“We have a number of myths and novels about it,” Jane offered.

“Do any of them tell why she might do such things?” Arthur demanded, turning to Jane at last, his dark eyes flashing fire, and for a moment Jane realised she could see the family resemblance.

“Not really, no,” she admitted, and Arthur sank back in his seat, as though she’d stuck him with a pin and all his air was leaking out.

“Nothing is simple,” he said, heavily, and Jane felt a twinge of sympathy jab at her heart.

“It must all have been very confusing to wake to -”

Arthur pinned her with a stare, and then flashed a wry smile. “It was none the better for which to fall to slumber.”

When Jane didn’t say anything, not wanting to betray her lack of understanding, Arthur ran a hand through his hair, turning a wistful smile on the glove box. Jane allowed herself to be momentarily distracted by – and envious of – the way those dark waves fell perfectly back to frame his face. Did the man have any bad angles?

“Camelot was…a dream of mine,” Arthur said, and it sounded almost like an elegy. “And like all dreams, it did not survive the waking world intact.”

Jane thought, briefly, of the halls of Parliament, of her badge tucked inside her black suit jacket. “I understand.”

“Do you really,” Arthur said, turning back to look out the window at the city. It didn’t sound like a genuine question.

“I believe I do.” The car in front of Jane pulled forward, but she waited, letting the lorry full of chickens creep in ahead of her. “You set out to do something good, and it all gets…complicated.”

“If by ‘complicated’, you mean it ends knee-deep in blood and shit, your friends lost or turned foe, your own queen a traitor, everything you built in a heap at your feet,” Arthur said, absently. “The men you united tired of peace and slavering for a taste of blood – and not any blood, but your own. All turning upon one another like the wyrms at the root of the tower, bringing down anything and everything built upon them. If that is what you mean by ‘complicated’…”

Jane nodded, once. “Politics.”

Arthur sighed, with a weary but good-humoured half-smile. “Politics.”

He drew a deep breath before turning to face Jane. “If – when we find Morgan. Should she wish – should she have had another change of heart. Should there yet be some chance -”

“You think she might still come back from this,” Jane said, unable to totally keep the note of disbelief out of her voice. “Need I remind you that she did try to kill you. And me. And the Queen, and the rest of London -”

“I know she will not – ‘come back from this’, should she be tried and condemned at once. Should she have not the blessing of your monarch.” Arthur’s stare was a little too knowing. “Should there not be watchful eyes kept upon her, that she may not play some trick or lay some snare without our foreknowledge. And, of course, should she not prove of some use to your…MI5.”

Jane turned, at last, to look Arthur straight in the eye, giving him her full attention. He looked back, steady, his gaze unwavering. Not pleading. Not even challenging. Not exactly. But hopeful. Though that hope seemed tempered.

Some journo hack, early on, had looked at Arthur’s medieval chivalry and early ignorance of modern technology and come to the conclusion that Arthur was…naïve. As perfect and simple and innocent as those of his legends that were suitable for children. The newsmedia had run with that interpretation, subtly encouraged by the Security Service. After all, it so complemented the untarnished, apolitical image they wished to put forward. The legendary king, symbol of so many ideals, could be easily presumed to be a blind idealist himself.

But only, Jane thought, mentally adjusting her assessment, if you didn’t know him.

She met those eyes, dark and sad and wise, and said, “She’s the only one left. That’s it, isn’t it.”

Arthur broke her gaze, turning his face away.

Jane turned her attention back to the road, inching the Mini forward. “You should know,” she said, feeling a curious distance from the words, “MI5 is looking into tracing Merlin, as well. I don’t know that they have any concrete leads, or anything really other than a fancy, but the consensus seems to be that, if you and Morgan could both survive for centuries in what seems to be some sort of alternate dimension, another magic-user might have done the same.”

That wrung, surprisingly, the dregs of a smile out of Arthur. “So they accept, now, that it is magic that Morgan works?”

The government scientists were still calling it by a parade of pseudo-quantum physics jargon, which Jane, who had seen Morgan in action up close and personal, couldn’t take seriously at all. If one could not adjust one’s worldview to include the unbelievable when presented with direct physical evidence of it, how could one call oneself any kind of scientist?

Jane admitted, “They seem to have proceeded on from trying to disprove it to trying to understand it.”

Arthur said it for her. “To be able to counter it. Or replicate it.”

Jane regarded him for a moment. MI5 had been glad to push the ‘superhero’ angle onto Arthur, render him politically toothless. The legendary king, symbol of so many ideals, was less inconvenient, easier to control, as a symbol. Less complicated than actually dealing with the intricacies of having two living monarchs, neither of whom had surrendered the crown. But it was difficult to forget, speaking to him, that Arthur had very much been a politician. The politician.

“Yes,” Jane said. “They think it would be…prudent, to have such a power at our disposal, so long as our enemies also do. No doubt they’d leap at the opportunity to study Morgan and her abilities.” She bit the inside of her cheek, tightening her grip on the wheel for a moment before relaxing it again. “It might even be possible to persuade those who make such decisions that Morgan, if willing, would make a valuable operative.”

Arthur made no reply to that.

“If willing,” he said, ruefully, after what felt like an ice age had come and gone.

“If willing,” Jane agreed.

“You must think me an addled, sentimental old fool.”

“I think,” Jane said, shortly, putting her blinker on to take a right, “that she’s your sister."

"Half-sister."

"Fine. Half-sister. And that the both of you are rather strangers in a strange land.”

“A land that should be home,” Arthur said, and the bitter sorrow in it surprised even Jane. Arthur caught her eye with a sidelong look, a flicker of dark anger crossing his face before he shook his head and gathered his composure. “I beg your pardon. This world has been nothing but welcoming to me.”

Jane opened her mouth, unsure of what she was going to say.

As it turned out, though, she never got the chance to find out.

#le morte d'artificial intelligence #mary writes #my sincerest apologies to anyone actually from england about the...everything. i tried

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allelitedweaming · 1 year

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Welcome to an entirely too long smut fic about William Regal. Plot? Characters? Nah. But there is romance and sex!

William Regal x Female Reader

"You little crème brûlée, you. I'd like to crack you open and see what's inside."

You giggled but you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. "You definitely have to use that on Excalibur tomorrow night."

It was date night. You'd arrived together in the city the day before taping because it was easier on you both if you didn't have to fly and work on the same day every week. And this time you had no other obligations, meetings, or photo shoots so you decided to go out. William was in a cream colored three piece suit with a purple dress shirt and brown shoes. You had on a sparkly red dress he had bought for you on your last anniversary. It was your favorite thing to wear when you went out together. Tonight you paired it with some sheer black stockings that you knew would drive him crazy in the best way. He loved you in stockings even more than bare legged because he liked to have something to take off of you at the end of the night.

William walked up to you, planted one foot between yours and bumped your knees apart with his knee. He put the flat of his palm on the inside of your thigh and ran it up your leg until his fingertips were just underneath the hem of your dress. You put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. "I'm not thinking about the man in the mask right now, cupcake. I'll give you three guesses what is on my mind."

Your mouth went dry. He still made you lose your head when he made it clear how bad he wanted you. "Dinner?"

He shook his head. His other arm wrapped around the small of your back and pulled you against him tighter.

"Sightseeing?" You gulped cartoonishly, trying to steady your voice.

He shook his head. It was as if the walls were closing in, but there was no doom, only impending pleasure and passion.

"Will, I got all dressed up. It would be a shame to just toss it all on a hotel floor." Even as your heard yourself say the words, you knew neither of you really cared. Yes, you'd spent time on your hair and makeup, but it wasn't for the people outside. It was for him. It was to have fun.

"That's not a guess." He slid the hand on the small of your back down to squeeze your ass.

Something still told you it would be even better if you made both of you wait. With him, the tension was delicious. He always wore his heart on his sleeve when he was needy for you. He didn't care how many people were around. And you wanted to be wanted. When you got back to the hotel that night you wanted to be needed. "You're thinking about how much you'd rather throw me on this bed and have your way with me." He went to kiss you and you put a finger to his lips. "But if you wait, I promise I'll make it worth your while."

"For you, my dear? Anything."

You went out and had dinner. You talked and laughed and got a lightheaded buzz from the pleasure of each others company. Afterwards, you walked along the canal hand in hand. It was dark and there were twinkle lights decorating the walkway, reflecting their starlight on the water. Every once in a while, you would catch Will staring at you, a soft flame burning just behind his eyes, and you didn't need three guesses to know what he was thinking.

As you turned a corner, there was a stretch of darkness between the lamp posts and string lights. William moved his hand up to catch you by the wrist and pull you back, spinning you into his chest. You got a thrill from being manipulated like you were his ring mate, the way he used his wrist control to put you precisely in place to receive his kiss, instead of forearm blows. You melted against his chest as he held your wrist there and kissed you deeply. A kiss that conveyed love and desire, joy and eagerness, passion and thankfulness. Your heart was fluttering in your chest. It was your turn to reach out and lay your palm on the inside of his leg, sliding it up quick and gentle until it was resting on his package. You heard him growl quietly.

"Ready to go back to the hotel now, love?"

"Yes, please."

He laced his fingers through yours and you walked back into the light, in the direction of the hotel. "You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen," he whispered. "It's a wonder I don't strip you down and ravish you on a park bench."

"You might be a villain, but you're still a gentleman."

He leaned down and bit you on the shoulder without missing a step. You yelped, but quietly, and started to blush. "You test those boundaries in a way no one ever has. You are everything."

As soon as you entered the lobby, the electricity between your bodies started dancing together. You got in the elevator alone and as soon as the doors closed, William slid his hand down the front of your dress and pinched one nipple between his calloused thumb and forefinger. You gasped and he smiled at you devilishly.

"That's good, love. I want to hear you tonight. I want to paint that hotel room with every single scream, moan, or whimper you're capable of. If you hold back even a little bit, I will know and it will only make me double my efforts. Alright, sunshine?" You nodded and he pinched harder. "Alright?" He asked again.

"Yes, sir."

The elevator reached your floor. He straightened your dress strap for you as he pulled away and gestured for you to enter the hall first. You obliged and he walked behind you, laying his hand on the back of your neck. His palm was warm. He let you unlock the door and walk in first, but then he held you in place by your neck. When the door clicked shut behind him, he turned the light on and quietly said, "I want you to get on your hands and knees and crawl."

You gulped and blinked at him a few times. Before he could repeat the order, you put down your purse and did as you were told. Slowly, you crawled towards the bed.

"Good girl," he said as he walked past you and sat down on the edge of the bed. He patted his knee. "Now come here, pet. Slowly." Again, you carefully followed his command, holding eye contact with him all the while. The way he was staring down at you was already enough to make you blush. "Beautiful," he whispered as you perched on his knee.

Suddenly, he grabbed you around your waist and bent you over his lap. His hand moved magnetically to start to rub your backside through your clothes. You gasped, but once you were in position you settled in quickly. At his complete disposal was your favorite place to be.

"I want you to use your words," he reminded you. "Tell me how you're feeling. And, as always, we will stop any time, if you need to." He always said this part aloud. There was no implied consent, even between the two of you who were so seasoned and experienced in pleasuring each other. Every single night was it's own brand new adventure and needed to be treated with the respect it deserved. "Are you ready to begin?"

"Yes. Please."

"Thank you for asking so nicely." He pulled your dress up and rubbed your ass through your stockings. With you exposed, he could tell through the sheer fabric you were wearing a lingerie set he had bought you as well. You heard him growl. "What a good girl you are, wearing all the gifts I buy you, that you know you look so sexy in."

"Thank you, sir," you said. You were smiling but your heart was in your throat in anticipation.

The pressure of his hand disappeared, and then, impact. The first one was soft. Testing the waters. You bit your lip but didn't make any noise. He rubbed where he had just spanked you and made a curious humming sound. His hand disappeared again. Impact, much harder this time. You couldn't help but yelp. "Much better," he told you, and you were proud. All you wanted was to be good for him. He pulled down your stockings and you felt the cool air on your skin, then the warmth of his hand, then cool air and smack. This one was even harder. You thought he would definitely leave a mark. He made you moan this time. You knew you were already getting wet for him. "Are you enjoying this?" He asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Like you enjoyed making me wait all night to get you back here alone?"

"Yes, sir."

He tangled a hand in your hair and spanked you again with his other hand. "I'm going to spank you five more times and I'd like you to count each one and say thank you. Do you understand?" You nodded silently, so he tugged softly on your hair. "Do you understand?"

The sensation was already enough to blur your vision. It felt so good to give yourself over to him this way. "Yes, sir." You swallowed hard. "Thank you, sir."

"Good girl."

He spanked you and this time you started to squirm at the stinging sensation on your skin and the throbbing building between your legs. "One. Thank you, sir." Another, this time on the alternate cheek. You could hear him breathing. "Two. Thank you, sir." Another. You whimpered. "Three. Thank you, sir." Your voice cracked and you felt his body react. Another. "Four. Thank you, sir." The last one was back to where he started and it was the hardest one yet. "Fuck." He left his hand to hold you after, the pressure was slightly soothing. "Five," your voice was thicker this time. You swallowed hard again. "Thank you, sir."

He let go of your hair and your head feel forward slightly. "Good girl." He put both arms around your middle and almost as if transitioning to a gut wrench, he tossed you further up on the bed like you were a sack of potatoes and stood looking over you. You were still barely half undressed, your hair was falling across your face in a messy curtain. You propped yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him. He was smiling and palming himself thoughtfully through his trousers. Even through suit pants, you could tell how huge he was when he was hard. Both of you were breathing harder now. He reached across the bed to roll your stockings down the rest of the way, pulling your bare feet up and kissing their soles as he exposed them. It tickled, but you tried not to squirm. As he pulled your lace underwear down after them, he began to speak. His eyes were stormy and thoughtful. "You are the most stunning creature I have ever laid eyes on. How I came to deserve you, I may never know. But as long as you are mine, I consider it my privilege to get to see you, exposed as you are now, and to bring you as much pleasure as you bring me." You weren't expecting it. Tears started to sting your eyes. You were completely flushed, and the hot coil of arousal was still twisted in your stomach as you watched him watching you. He looked so distinguished, still fully dressed. The only indication of what had preceded was the stray lock of his golden gray hair falling down over his slightly drooping, scarred eyelid. He pushed his hair back out of his face and continued. "If you can, I want you to move up on the bed and pull your dress up out of the way, petal."

You nodded and while you did as he requested, he took off his jacket. He gripped your ankles in each hand and spread your legs to make room for him to get on the bed and settle his face between them, resting them over his shoulders and hooking his arms around your hips to hold you in place. First, he kissed your inner thigh. It was calculated and tender. You shivered at the contact, still sitting up enough to watch him. He stretched out one of his hands to lay his palm flat on your lower stomach to ground you and then moved to plant more calculated and tender kisses on your outer lips. "William," you breathed without thinking. He looked up at you and smiled. He unhooked his other arm and brought his hand up between his lips and yours to spread you open and look at you.

"Like a lovely flower," he muttered, one of his thick fingers making contact and spreading your wetness from your entrance up to your clit. You inhaled sharply at his touch, still watching him. "So wet for me already. You really are such a good girl."

"I'm yours, William." He smiled at your words. "Please," you whispered. He tilted his head down and finally started to lick, kiss, and suck at you. Slowly at first, but building up a rhythm, especially with his tongue right against your clit, moving side to side. You let yourself lay back, but not without running your fingers through his gorgeous locks. The sounds you made grew with the intensity of his movements. After thinking about this all evening, it didn't take him very long to make you cum, your thighs tightening around his skull, back arching off the mattress as you moaned his name again and again. He stayed between your legs, grounding you still with his palm on your stomach and sweet kisses all around your outer lips and thighs.

As you relaxed, he let go of you. You whimpered at the absence of his touch and opened your eyes, still in a post orgasmic haze. "Shh, shh," he reassured you. "I'm not going anywhere, sunshine." You could see he was standing up to take off his waistcoat and belt, as well as his shoes. "If you can, sit up love. I'll help you out of that lovely dress." You did, lifting your arms over your head to allow him to pull the dress off. Underneath, you were still wearing a thin, strapless black bra. "All night, I was thinking about getting you back here to have my way with you. I imagined taking you to your physical limits. You're so pretty when you let me hurt you, then care for you. But right now, all I can think about is how much I want to make love to you."

You reached out your arms to invite him to lay back on the bed with you. He laid on his side facing you and you scooted closer so you could trace his lips with the pad of your thumb. "I love you," you whispered. "And when I say I'm yours, I mean I'm yours."

"Say it," he rasped. There was something so needy in his eyes. He grabbed you by your hip and pulled you closer against him. You could feel his hard on through his pants against your thigh.

"I'm yours," you told him, kissing him softly. "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours." He ducked his head to one side and started to kiss your neck. You tangled your legs with his, rubbing your feet against his and simultaneously pressing your hips together to give him much needed friction. You wondered how long he'd been hard and neglecting himself. Had it really been since you got back to the hotel? Your hands went instinctively to run through his hair as he started to suck on your neck, enough to leave a mark. You moaned. "Oh, William."

The sound of your voice saying his name made him pull you even tighter against him. He bit you where he left his signature and then lifted his head to kiss you on the lips. "Can I have you on top of me?" How quickly the tables had turned from him making you crawl to him to this. He was like clay in your hands, so soft and desperate. You tapped his shoulder to indicate he could lay on his back. He understood immediately and followed your lead.

You got up on all fours and started to unbutton his shirt, exposing a thin undershirt underneath. You smoothed your palm over his chest and kissed his chin. Then, with just as much care, you unbuttoned his pants. He lifted his hips to help as you pulled them down along with his boxer briefs, exposing his impressive erection for the first time that night. You leaned back on your haunches and looked at him. He would be naked from the waist down except that he wore garters with his socks. You saw the state he was in as a playground for you to get to bring him to the best orgasm you could, to bring him all the pleasure you knew he deserved, at least to try to pleasure him as much as he had done for you.

You steadied yourself with a hand on his hip and leaned over him, using your other hand to cradle his cock as your planted chaste kisses along his shaft. He hissed as he exhaled, already overwhelmed by the contact he'd been waiting so long for. When you had kissed from the tip down to his balls, you returned to where you started and took him in your mouth, sucking eagerly at his tip and slowly working your way down until he was hitting the back of your throat. He heard you start to gag and his hand went to rest on the back of your head. Not pushing, but caressing your hair as he started to curse and moan your name. You moved back up and repeated the process until you gagged again and his cock was covered in your saliva. You pulled your mouth away, but replaced it immediately with your hand and spread the spit up and down with a few firm pumps.

When you looked back up at him, William's eyes were darting around, as if he wasn't sure where to look. At your hand working him, your beautiful face with your chin glistening with spit, or your body. You turned and swung your leg so you were straddling him, hovering just above him so he wasn't touching you yet. You put your hand back in position to help guide him inside you. His hands moved to hold your hips, but he didn't try to steer your movements. His eyes were almost glassy with lust and awe as he drank you in. "Are you ready?" You asked him sweetly.

He nodded and you slowly lowered yourself down, running his tip up and down your slick slit before pushing him to your entrance and sinking down until he was completely inside you and you were sitting flush against his body. He threw his head back, digging his nails into your hips now. You laid both palms flat on his chest to steady yourself and leaned down to kiss him tenderly. He deepened the kiss instinctively, opening his mouth into yours, and you felt yourself moan from deep in your core. You knew how badly he needed to be inside you, but in truth you felt something even more intense than your first orgasm as soon as he penetrated you. You rolled your hips against him and kissed along his jaw until your heads were side by side and your lips were at his ear. "I love you," you whispered as you began to ride him.

His nails dug into your hips now, as if he was a vessel full to capacity and accepting your words meant he had to pour the energy out somewhere. You knew that tomorrow you would have small crescent shaped bruises where his fingers had been, and you were glad. "I love you, darling. Fuck." He was already unable to keep a steady rhythm with you. You knew he wouldn't last much longer.

You kissed his neck, then his ear lobe. "Come for me baby, I want you to come in me," you whispered right against his ear.

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around your middle and flipped you on your back, continuing to thrust in and out of you at an even more erratic pace. He held one of your legs around his waist and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, clinging to him tightly. He felt so good inside of you, his weight on top of you felt so comforting. He locked eyes with you and you felt your stomach knot. "So beautiful," he said. His voice was thick and sweet as a dark caramel. Almost burnt but still delicious.

You kissed him. You could tell he was close and you realized you were too. He must have sensed it at the same time because he moved his hand to slide between your bodies and angled his thumb to rub your clit. You arched your back and pressed your chests together. "Oh, fuck. I think I'm going to--" you gasped and moaned, feeling your second orgasm of the night roll through you as you clenched around his passionate thrusts.

He followed shortly after and collapsed on the bed next to you. Both of you were red faced, panting, hair clinging to your faces and necks with sweat. He pulled you against his chest anyway and kissed the top of your head. "We get to have that much fun, and the room is still charged to my business account."

You laughed and kissed his chest. It was as if you were in a love cloud. Nothing bad could ever touch you here, as long as you never had to leave this bed.

#aew fanfiction #aew imagines #aew x reader #william regal x reader #william regal smut

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himbos-hotline · 9 months

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I’ve probably asked before but favorite wrestling ship(s) & favorite wrestling fic(s) that you’ve written or you’ve read

Hangkenny

hangmatt

hangnick

The polycule

the elite polycule

goldens lovers

chuck and trent

chuck trent and orange

i have a weird love hate relatiosnhip with cmjf [its one of the first wresling ships ive shipped, I forfollow some real talented wpeople who write it, punk makes me wanna punch through a wall and in the worse way possible]

briit baker and jamie hayer

zowens

brit and cole [litearlly melt into a small pile of "im aroace but i want what they have]

the sheild was the first polycule i ever shipped

HOOKHAUSEN MY BELOVED

ive read offically one jungleboy/darby fic and its in my brain rent free

william regal/excalibur

RJ City/Clauido [my big sibling and I made that one]

jon moxley and eddie kingston

hungbucks

cash and dax

I think, if I find a fic with the right vibe, ill ship basically anything...I also have a real softspot of like, OC x canon ships.... *stares at the mass of my OCS*

As for fics, there sooooo many of other peoples. Like theres some that fundermentally changed my brain chestry with certain lines. Ill get it down to my top like, 3

@miserablecreachur 's There's a fire in you that gets me all upset/And I'll bring up the past while you try to touch my leg

Literally, its a fic my big sibling and I talk about CONSTANTLY and the fucking line "It was when he had the chair raised that he caught the blue in Cole’s eyes. Blue like Kenny’s eyes. And all of a sudden he couldn’t, not anymore. Even though he should, and he knew he should. He couldn’t defeat Kenny by becoming Kenny. That was all. That it was it." fucking chews me up inside, its litearlly a fucking

anything by @old-no7 theres something about the write he writes that just grips me in and makes the stories live imn my head rent free. the imagery and the way they write is so cool and tbh their writing really is the way im getting my words back, because I read their fics and my brain just vibrates with pictures that I have to find my own words for....they got me into shipping the elite polycule and are one of the biggest reasons why I continued my hungbucks story [which I will pick up on when I remember where the story was going]

Cinderella stories never happen to whores by dojadoja on AO3 [if theyre on tumblr pls tag them in this!!] I burned through the entire fic while waiting in the bank and never wanted to tear a fic up between my teeth more or just hold it between my hands and just...I want to be violent against this fic for hte amount of emotions it like, gave me..its such a good read!!!

For fics I myself have written...

Uhh, again top three because I dont wanna make this ask longer than what it should be.

An open hand [for your other man]. I love the softness between kenny and the bucks versus the roughness between hangy and adam, literally makes me wanna cry if I think about Kenny is soft with everyone apart from hangman

I find myself alone at night [Unless I'm having sex] somehow I managed to make a soft fic prompt into something heartbreaking. this fic has artwork connected to it

theres a lot more fanfics that I LOVE and ones that im proud off but for now, theyre the only two I can think off. the

#mouse has pals #racer [not newsies]

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loose-cannon-wrestler · 2 years

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The Romance of the Man In The Mask

What’s this? Another fic? Impossible!

After seeing this post by slapgiddy, the idea of these two kissing backstage would not leave me alone. As usual, also available on AO3. Thank you so much to @slapofhonor for making transcripts for all the matches that Regal’s commentated for. Truly an invaluable resource.

Pairing: William Regal/Excalibur

Words: 508

Rating/Content: G, Kissing

Summary: William Regal is an incorrigible flirt, but he's also willing to do something about it. Regal finds Excalibur backstage and kisses him.

Regal was waiting for him backstage. His arms crossed, suit impeccable, hair falling just so. His scarred lips formed a restrained smile, but his eyes sparkled. He nodded to him in acknowledgement.

“Man in the mask.”

“Mr. Regal.”

“Come, I wish to speak to you.” Regal beckoned.

He stepped to the side of the hall to be closer to the brit. Regal took his hand, guiding him to an alcove away from the backstage bustle.

He looked Excalibur up and down and smirked.

“I meant what I said, sunshine.”

“Sorry?”

“In the booth. I meant it.” Regal repeated earnestly in his beautiful accent. “I’d very much like to kiss you.” Excalibur glanced at those scarred lips again. Regal’s confidence was almost off putting. Almost. He stepped closer without thinking, drawn to Regal like a magnet. Regal brushed his hand over his mask and for a moment, Excalibur wished he didn’t have a mask so he could feel Regal’s hand on his face. His lips parted and the other man lifted his chin and looked at him. It was like Regal’s eyes pierced through the sheer mask and could see into his own eyes. He sucked in a breath, suddenly feeling quite flush. He decided he was glad he had the mask to hide his blush.

“So how about it, Man in the mask?” Regal asked, thumb stroking Excalibur’s lips.

“Excalibur. You can call me Excalibur.” he breathed out.

Regal leaned in, breath dancing across his lips. “Alright darling. Excalibur it is.” and he kissed him. It was soft. It was gentlemanly. It was tender. It made him weak at the knees. Regal pulled away with a gentle smile. “So, Excalibur. May I kiss you again?”

For the first time in his career as an announcer, Excalibur was at a loss for words. Breathless, Excalibur reached for the shoulder of the slightly taller man to steady himself, and kissed him again. He pressed into Regal and walked them backward, until he felt the thump of Regal’s back against the wall. Their lips moved in harmony. Regal laced his arm around Excalibur and placed his hand on his lower back, drawing him deeper into their kiss. Excalibur couldn't open his eyes. He let himself be drawn into the orbit of the gentleman villain, leader of the Blackpool Combat Club. A man so preoccupied by violence one could hardly imagine him to be so gentle, and yet here he was, embracing the masked announcer like a lover.

They broke for a breath. “You make me feel almost as giddy as a school boy.” Regal chuckled and brushed his thumb over Excalibur’s chin and lips. He pushed off of the wall and said, “I’ll let you go now.” But he pressed another soft kiss to Excalibur’s lips. “We should do this again some other time, perhaps.”

“Perhaps, Mr. Regal”

“Please. Call me William.”

Regal stepped back and grinned, adjusted his suit jacket and walked away, leaving the man in the mask somewhat dazed. Excalibur reached up and touched his lips and smiled.

*******

Gosh, this idea would not leave me alone. I definitely am going to have to rewrite this or write another story because I’m actually a sucker for titles and nicknames and endearments. We absolutely cannot have these two men on a first name basis.

#william regal #excalibur #my writing #regal and his commentators #I want to make this a series

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aew dynamite 10/26/22 liveblog containment zone

starting late again today (i was taking a nap and one of my friends works late on wednesdays now)

i saw a bit of the moxley vs penta thing earlier! im really excited for that!

i saw an extremely average guy in the crowd and paused to point at him and my friends marveled at my ability to quickly notice and identify the most basic of bitches in my defense he looked like shane from stardew. the pattern recognition part of my brain is always active and running, at all times

[jericho and garcia vs claudio and yuta]

hager embracing his new gimmick as the purple hat guy holy shit william regal LMFAO "melt in me" everyone gawking and excalibur just being like "i told you we're starting off hot guys" claudio special ability: pick up man angelo parker (err-- cool hand ang) cradling and kissing garcia's head?? how tender the guys are fighting we're not particularly invested in this fight so we're talking about other things wait! murder yuta! maximum aggro!! for a second we really thought jericho was going to eat the pin from yuta claudio with the ass caress technique he is so tall. oh no! the bat! finally someone counters the cheat move omg claudio is so strong. lmao even aubrey was like O_O WHAT lmfao the dude with the filipino flag limmylaughing.jpg at the dude who got steamrolled out of the ring yay blackpool combat club won. danger averted

[backstage with bryan danielson]

oh gosh… bcc won… will danielson lose to sammy… uh oh! hes mad the people are disrespecting him!! including yuta!!! who is right here!!!!!! and actively and openly disrespecting him!! oh my!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the girls are fighting claudio is so tall. break it up, boys.

WHOA WHAT [VIDEO SEGMENT SHOWING KENNY AND THE BUCKS BEING DELETED FROM AEW HISTORY]

ok listen i DETEST worked shoots HOWEVER THIS SHIT IS SO FUNNY BECAUSE OF HOW GOOFY AND UNEXPECTED IT WAS (so long as it has an appropriate amount of levity) theyre finally mentioning kenny and the bucks by explicitly mentioning how theyre not talking about kenny and the bucks hangman page's "my old friends have disappeared" bit from his promo vs moxley............. im legit excited to see where theyre gonna take this.

[backstage with the jericho appreciation society]

the mic is broken and theyre trying to power through the audio issues EVERY CHAMPIONSHIP EVEN THE WOMENS CHAMPIONSHIP JERICHO WILL TAKE IT ALL

[swerve in our glory vs ftr]

what the, is this a three way oh no the acclaimed are just here to be the peanut gallery for the battle for #1 tag contendership oh my god keith lee just vaulting over them i love swerve in our glory because not only does swerve have a maximum amount of style but keith lee is also very cool beyond just being "big strong guy" he is a big strong guy that can also pull off surprises picking up cash by his neck! lmfao the gunn brothers are here in cosplay. i didnt see them earlier i love swerve lmao so cocky whoa. mic feedback throughout the whole arena for a hot second i forgot ftr bald is dax. i got them mixed up again. its been a while since ive seen them in a match tho. forgive me very cool high german suplex oh no! cash is going to get owned they cant do a third swerve in our glory vs acclaimed match so soon. thatd be ridiculous. right??? come on omg what a kick on dax though i thought they were gonna have that pin be the winning one whoa nice catch by dax. sick moves alert hell yea this match is bumpin omg i thought they were going to do the "knocked out guy falls on other knocked out guy for the win" bit theyre doing a LOT of near falls here. the tension! finisher! oh no! swerve pulled him away! oh no!! keith lee friendly fire attack again!! what the!!!! secret low blow from swerve!!!!!!!!! gunn club with the assist!!! holding back ftr hair!!! gasp swerve in our glory wins! oh my.

the acclaimed coming in to save ftr from the gunn bros… SIOG is everything. i love their duo. their chemistry. please dont break them up

[backstage with saraya]

oh no britt is interrupting fun catchup time between saraya and renee with her britt-ness

[in the ring with mjf]

renee is interviewing instead of tony schiavone. wait is mjf going to be rude to moxley's wife crude! what LMAO HIS MOXLEY IMPRESSION mjf is so good renee is also so good. not a punching bag the audio issues. i can hear it. the distant ringing... LMAO HES BACKING DOWN ON WINNING CLEAN ooohhh hes promising to not use his ring to win against moxley i trust mjf to keep a promise as much as i am confident in my ability to pick him up and throw him and? i am very weak. i live in fear of mjf aew champ. he will become evil. he will have a reign of terror OH MY ITS STOKELY MJF IS NOT AMUSED BY HIS ANTICS theres so much tension going on here. i dont know whats going to happen!!! there are so many things that could happen!!!!!! WHAT IF MOXLEY IS GOING TO LOSE THE BELT???? i mean not to mjf i mean to penta. mjf didnt say anything about penta or "the winner" going into full gear at 110%, just moxley, right? thats just if you want to mess around and be complicated with technicalities. i do wonder what stokely is going to though… he might just simply Not Take Orders From MJF he certainly has not been hiding it

[sammy guevara vs bryan danielson]

dude im afraid that bryan might lose this match. like hes too much of a good sport and popular to actually get buried but that means the opportunity would be there for him to lose! oh god this match starts off with me afraid hes gonna get squashed by SAMMY GUEVARA LMAO help!!!!!!!!! im not even a danielson superfan but golly he doesnt have that much of a ego, i think. maybe. hes too busy being a weirdo for me to tell if he actually has an ego my friends are wailing about how much they love mjf i cant tell if bryan danielson is following through with his threat to go sicko mode on sammy because we're talking about mjf mjf. mjf. mjf that camera cut made it hard to see that knee strike sammy with the insane move (backflip off the top rope onto the outside) remsburg kick her out!!!!!!!! dang he is so lax wow this match is Q U I E T people dont even hate sammy enough to boo him theyre just fed up. or just generally tired since we're midway through the episode. where is the dead part of the shows? is this the dead slot? this is like the audience of a dark match tay melo is legit getting more boos than sammy here "you stupid dragon! i hate you" LMFAOOOO SAMMY THAT WAS SO BAD OK BECAUSE OF THAT THIS MATCH IS GOOD NOW oh just in time for danielson to get fired up too!! the crowd didnt hear sammy's terrible insult but i did. i love apocalyptically lame insults oooh! spanish fly by sammy "spanish fly" guevara i love the multi flip roll away thing. its one of my favorite spots sammy with the jump up to the top rope. thats such a cool move but i imagine its infinitely hard to pull off which is why nobody dares to do it busaiku knee! here is the danielson violence! sammy defeated. the crowd cheers! i cheer! in relief!

lmao taz "you gotta take care of your group there regal" taz telling regal to keep his house in order. him. from taz of all people. taz of team taz fame

[backstage with alex abrahantez and rey fenix]

fenix: i am confident penta will win the world championship. alex: and you should be a double champ too. with the all atlantic oh! its christian cage and hes saying luchasaurus is the one who deserves fighting for the all atlantic title, moreso than fenix! orange walking in: hey are yall talking about me? are yall talking about my title? wanna have a three way? im sitting on my hands. im not going to say anything about how orange is just walking around, having three ways, i mean it does make sense from a competition standpoint. you technically do less work because you can let the other 2 people fight each other. my god. hes a genius who is also into three ways

[riho vs hayter]

YEAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im so excited for this match. i love: riho. i love: hayter. riho's outfit very cute and frilly and i love the iridescient silver coloration on hayter's outfit oh! hayters outfit is slightly new too. theres less danglies and the design is difference wow! what a bodyslam from riho! snap suplex! dude hayter's ass is unreal. taunting her!! nobody should fight against someone in the britt baker squad without backup. its bad news! choking. cool. i wish the camera wasnt blocked by the rope schiavone: "how do you spell google" excalibur: "two gs and two os. not in that order" lmaooooo omg hayter grabbing riho to stop the roll move but then succumbing to it eventually! so cool aew la show (crying sobbing) why do they keep selling tickets for la shows at the worst possible times for me financially. also me and my two friends DID all get covid from going to the last show... wait, theres wrestling! code red! sick moves. booo riho lostttt but hayter won… im conflicted

tony storm appears! she is so bronzed. and also? her outfit

[renee backstage with eddie]

whaddup eddie omg lmao shes talking about the intervention last week eddie: me? im great. :) i love eddie so much. he rules omfg "everyone else? leave me alone." STARES AT THE CAMERA

[black and white video segment with darby]

he... broke up with sting? well. ok jeez who is jay lethal's secret friend who knows darbys weakness darby vs lethal is. certainly gonna be. a match me and my friends: ehh… shrugging… ok..........

[DADDY ASS BIRTHDAY BASH ANNOUNCEMENT]

me and my friends: HELL YEAH!!!! WOOOOO!!!!!!!! NOW THATS WHAT I CALL WRESTLING

main event time!!! [jon moxley vs penta]

my friends: mjf is gonna be watching this match right me: if stokely fucks with his match… you know, eddie is friends with both of these guys thats me. im always working the kingston angle. my friend is trying to work the max caster mjf angle so bad. via the gunn club connection and the tweets nuzzling to start it off. hell the yea lmao penta took that guy's hat oooo cool backstabber by penta WHOA THAT CORNER SUPLEX MOVE WAS FAST jumping slingblade move! whoa did he pull off the armsnap move? gasp wow that kick had a hell of a sound oh god i couldnt tell whos leg was whos there on the steps LMAO augh i guess the armsnap didnt stick lmao that kickout was uh… i am respectfully looking away and into the instant doublefinisher and the winning pin? i am respectfully forgetting--

GASP! ITS THE FIRM ohhhhhh mjf is gonna be so mad omg the bcc is locked into their locker room!!! oh no! who will help moxley will mjf help moxley…….. HE IS HERE HE IS SO CONFLICTED HE RUNS IN omg the firm should beat mjf up-- THEY ARE lmao THEYRE STRIPPING HIM "please take off my shirt when you beat me up. i need the world to see the abs i have cultivated in my absence" me: what if max caster came out to save him my friends: shut the fuck up. stop talking omg they killed him. faceturn mjf? :) every time i say "faceturn mjf" i know my friend adds 10 more percent to the gloating levels for when he eventually reveals he was pretending to be a good guy the whole time

can you imagine if there was some sort of 4d chess plot where mjf and stokely agreed to do a "pretend to betray me really hard" plot or if there was a 4d chess plot and regal was the one who made a deal with stokely to light a fire underneath mjf im also fine with stokely being an independent troublemaker too. stokely is very cool one of my friends said the most insane thing would be if cm punk was involved which is like the most "never gonna happen" thing of all time but if it did happen (it wont) i'll yell for real (because it would be the most outlandish thing to happen) (hes so fired. im not even playing around here)

#livezon

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rainywerewolfmoon · 3 months

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Tales Of Fairyland

Ao3 link here Tales Of Fairyland - Chapter 15 - Princessmh9 - Original Work [Archive of Our Own]

Chapter 15: The Coronation of Starlessia

{The group raced towards the Whispering Stream, a sense of urgency and unease in their hearts. The ominous calm before the storm only heightened their concerns. Genevieve knew that time was of the essence, and the fate of Elara and the twins hung in the balance. As they approached the stream, the atmosphere grew even more eerie. The air seemed heavy with a foreboding presence as the wind starts to pick up, and the once tranquil stream appeared unsettling in the dim light. Genevieve couldn't shake the feeling that they were walking into a trap, but they had no other choice.}

{Kendra, her voice filled with determination} Be on your guard, everyone. We don't know what awaits us here. Stay close and don’t lose your guard.

{Genevieve} Ok Reed what do we do now?

{Reed, clutching Excalibur, steps forward, his eyes focused on the stream and the surrounding area.}

{Reed} We need to perform the ritual to break the geas. It won't be easy, and it will require the combined magic of all of us.

{Ash} What's the first step?

{Reed} We must gather by the stream, where the geas was likely placed. Excalibur will be our conduit for the ritual. Genevieve, you must hold Excalibur and channel your magic through it.

{Genevieve takes a deep breath and steps closer to the stream, Excalibur in her hands.}

{Genevieve, determined} I'm ready.

{Reed} The rest of us will form a protective circle around you. We need to channel our magic into Excalibur while focusing on Elara and the twins. Together, we'll create a surge of magical energy to break the geas.

{They all gather around Genevieve, forming a protective barrier. Reed closes his eyes and begins to chant ancient incantations, and the others join in, pouring their magic into Excalibur. The sword begins to glow with a brilliant light, and the stream's waters ripple and churn.}

{Reed} By the magic of this land so fair, With Excalibur and heart laid bare, Break the bonds that hold so tight, Release her from this endless night.

{Genevieve, her voice unwavering} Elara, Willow, Aurora, we're coming for you. We'll bring you back.

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{Nocturnia smiles as she looks at Starlessia as she helps her for her ceremony.}

{Nocturnia, her voice filled with pride} You look absolutely radiant, my dear Starlessia. You were born for this moment.

{Sablethorn, equally proud} Our daughter, the ruler of the Court of Shadows. This is a momentous occasion.

{Starlessia, her face devoid of emotion} It's time for the ceremony. Let's get this over with.

{Starlessia, dressed in a dark flowing gown, appears both regal and foreboding. The gown is adorned with intricate silver embroidery that forms intricate patterns resembling twisted vines and thorns. The fabric itself is a deep, almost velvety black, with a faint shimmer as if studded with dark stars. Around her waist, she wears a black sash, intricately woven with dark charms and sigils, signifying her connection to the Court of Shadows. Her dark dress billows around her like a shadowy cloak, its fabric whispering secrets of ancient magic. The sleeves of her dress are long and elegant, with silver cuffs that glint ominously as they peek out from beneath her gown. Her shoes, also dark as midnight, are adorned with silver buckles that match the patterns on her dress.She turns to walk out the room as she turns to look at Willow and Aurora.}

{Starlessia, her voice cold and commanding} Follow me, you two. We have much to do and little time.

{Willow and Aurora, still unsure and fearful, exchange worried glances but obediently follow their once-friend-now-ruler out of the room, leaving behind the opulent yet foreboding chamber. They walk down the hallway towards the throne room for the cermony.}

{Starlessia} Stand over there you two while I am crowned Princess of the Shadows.

{Willow and Aurora exchange worried glances but do as Starlessia instructs, standing off to the side as they watch the impending ceremony unfold. The throne room is grand and shadowy, befitting the Court of Shadows, and they can't help but feel a sense of foreboding in the air. In the dimly lit throne room, Nocturnia stands before Starlessia, a proud smile on her face. She holds a tiara in her hands, a stunning creation adorned with dark gems that seemed to absorb the very light around them. The tiara is intricately designed, with delicate, twisting patterns that evoke the ethereal beauty of shadows. It shimmers with a dark enchantment, casting an eerie, otherworldly glow in the room.}

{Nocturnia, with a loving tone} Are you ready, my dear Starlessia?

{Starlessia, her eyes gleaming with anticipation} Yes, Mother. I'm ready to embrace my destiny.

{Nocturnia carefully places the dark and enchanting tiara on Starlessia's head. As it settles in place, the gems seem to come alive with an eerie, mesmerizing radiance.}

{Nocturnia, raising her voice} Ladies and gentlemen, fair and dark folk of the Court of Shadows, I present to you our beloved Princess, Starlessia!

{The courtiers and attendants assembled in the throne room applaud as Sablethorn and Nocturnia beam with pride. The moment Starlessia sits on the throne they be free of the curse forever.}

{Sablethorn} Sit down my dear daughter on your new throne.

{Starlessia goes to sit down but stops as she stares at it.}

{Nocturnia} Sit down Starlessia.

{She goes to sit down when a bolt of mighty power burst the doors of the throne room open. As the doors burst open and Genevieve, Ash, Oberon, Titania, and Kendra enter the throne room, the atmosphere changes instantly. Starlessia's moment of triumph is interrupted as the group storms in. Willow and Aurora, filled with relief and joy, rush to embrace their real parents, Titania and Oberon. Tears stream down their faces as they hold onto their mother and father tightly as Oberon and Titania embrace them with tears of their own.}

{Titania, her voice filled with love} My darlings, we've missed you so much.

{Oberon, equally emotional} We were so worried. But we're here now, and we'll make everything right.

{Genevieve approaches Starlessia, her expression a mix of determination and sorrow.}

{Genevieve} Elara, it's time to come home. The shadows have no power over you.

{Starlessia, her eyes glowing with dark energy, glares at them.}

{Starlessia} Elara is gone. There is only Starlessia now, and you will bow before your Princess!

{Sablethorn drawing his sword} You will not win this time.

{He makes a move towards Genevieve but screams in pain as an arrow hits him in the shoulder thanks to Ash.}

{Ash} We not finished yet Sablethorn. You and I have some unfinished business.

{Sablethorn pulls the arrow out and growls at Ash}

{Sablethorn} Yes, we do.

{He pulls out his sword as Ash looks at it worried.}

{Kendra shouting} Prince Ash! Catch!

{She throughs a sword into the air and Ash catches it.}

{Ash} Thankyou Kendra.

{With swords in hand Ash and Sablethorn clash head on each determined to wound the other.}

{Sablethorn, gritting his teeth} You may have a sword, but I have the power of the shadows!

{Ash, his voice resolute} Love and the bonds of family are more powerful than any darkness, Sablethorn.}

{Nocturnia makes a move to protect Starlessia but Genevieve makes a power orb appear and throws it at her. Nocturnia growls at this as she lets the power of the Shadows surround her.}

{Nocturnia} Well the human Princess wants to fight. How cute.

{Genevieve} I may be human Nocturnia but I am the great Granddaughter of Merlin and heir to his powers. But most importantly I am a mother and I want my daughter back!

{Nocturnia} If you want her, then by all means come and try to get her.

{She throws a powerful black ball of shadow power at Genevieve, and she jumps out of way just as it nicks her in the heels.}

{Kendra realizing what is happing rushes over to Oberon and Titania}

{Kendra} Your Majesties we must get you two and the Prince and Princess out of here.

{They nod at this as Titania and Oberon, with Willow and Aurora, exit the room and move to safety, watching the battle unfold with worry.}

{Nocturnia} Admit it, Genevieve. You are a terrible mother, and you don’t deserve to have children. Starlessia is mine and always has been mine.

{Genevieve growls at this as she sends waves of power to Nocturnia but she laughs and waves them away from her.}

{Nocturnia} Admit it. Your child was meant to be mine forever and ever.

{Genevieve} You say you’re the most powerful fae around but all you do is talk. You are not powerful at all.

{Nocturnia screams in rage and starts to send balls of powerful dark shadow magic at Genevieve one after another.

{Ash, filled with determination, presses his sword against Sablethorn's with all his strength. The clash of their swords echoes through the room, sparks flying with each strike.}

{Sablethorn, grinning maliciously} You always were a nuisance, Ash. But this time, I won't let you interfere.

{Ash, his voice filled with resolve} You'll never take our daughter away from us!

{As their swords clash again, Ash's determination fuels his strength. With a swift and calculated move, he disarms Sablethorn, sending his sword clattering to the ground. Sablethorn, on the defensive, backs away, realizing he's at a disadvantage.}

{Ash, pointing his sword at Sablethorn} Surrender, Sablethorn. Your reign of darkness ends here.

{Sablethorn, defeated and powerless, lowers his head in resignation.}

{Sablethorn} You may have won today, but the shadows will always find a way back.

{A scream fills the room as Nocturnia fights with all her might as Genvieve’s necklace starts to glow brightly and she starts to glow as well. Ash and the others watch in amazement as Merlin appears from Genevieve’s necklace. Merlin, with an aura of wisdom and power, materializes from Genevieve's necklace, his presence filling the room with an otherworldly energy. Nocturnia, her powers faltering, looks upon Merlin in fear and awe.}

{Merlin, his voice commanding} Nocturnia, your reign of darkness ends now.

{Nocturnia} You old fool. You can't defeat the shadows. You may win this time, but I swore with my dying breath Starlessia will be ours again.

{Genevieve using the strength of Merlin pushes her powers more against her.}

{Nocturnia laughing as she is pushed back onto her knees.} You think that’s the end of us, that we will go quietly after this. Never. Listen all to my curse as I say. You can have your precious daughter back, but before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday she will come into her full power and the darkness in her will destroy all that is good in her and then she will come for us and take her place as the Princess of the Shadows and you will never see your precious Elara again. If you try to break my curse, she will fall into an eternal death like sleep that even true love’s kiss can't wake her up.

{She and Sablethorn burst into laughter as they disappear into the shadows. Ash and Genevieve look at each other in despair as Genevieve turns to look Elara who falls to the ground with a heavy thump.}

{Genvieve and Ash} ELARA!

{They rush to their daughter side as Genevieve lays Elara's head into her arms and lap as tears fall down her and Ash's faces.}

{Ash crying} Elara please wake up my little star.

{Genevieve looks at Merlin in pleading look.

{Genevieve crying} Great Grandfather, Merlin, please, is there anything you can do to reverse the curse?

{Merlin sadly} I am afraid not. You must understand Genevieve, the curse Nocturnia placed is a dark and potent one. Breaking it would require powers beyond even my reach. The darkness within Elara must be confronted and vanquished, but I fear it will not be a simple task.

{Genevieve and Ash look at each other in despair as Merlin places a comforting hand on Genevieve’s shoulder.}

{Merlin} When the time comes Genevieve you will need to help Elara face the darkness within her. You must guide her with love and remind her of the good that resides in her heart. True love's strength can break even the darkest curses, but it will not be easy. You have a few precious years before her sixteenth birthday; use them wisely.

{Genevieve nods, determination in her eyes.}

{Genevieve} We will, Merlin. We'll cherish every moment with her and do everything in our power to protect her.

{Ash places a hand on Genevieve's shoulder, showing his unwavering support.}

{Ash} No matter what challenges lie ahead; we'll face them together as a family.

{Merlin smiles warmly at them.}

{Merlin as his spirit starts to disappear} I am very proud of you my great Granddaughter and you be a great Queen one day.

{Genevieve watches as he disappears in her necklace. Kendra comes over and checks Elara's pulse and sucks in a breath with worry.}

{Kendra} She is weak.

{Oberon and Titania step into the room and Kendra looks at them in worry.}

{Kendra} Your Majesties. I need Reed in here now! Elara is getting weaker by the second.

{Titania and Oberon exchange concerned glances before Oberon rushes out of the room to find Reed. Kendra continues to assess Elara's condition as Genevieve and Ash hold their daughter close, their hearts filled with worry and love.}

{Genevieve whispering and crying} You be ok Elara just hold on.

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Coin Master Rare Card List & Cost 2022 [Coins & Cards]

Coin Master Rare Card List & Cost 2022 [Coins & Cards]: As a visitor, you may want to check out the coin master rare list for 2022. We’ll talk about what it is and how to get rare cards. One complete collection includes nine cards that can reward players with prizes like free spins, pets, and pet xp as well as many others. The more your collect of rare cards, the better your rewards will be. However, you can get your hands on rare cards through raiding or trading with other players during special events only if they are lootable or tradable there.

What Is a Rare Card in Coin Master?

The rarest of cards are the hardest to get, such as those with more stars. Normal cards are easily avlilable in chests, trading groups, and raids. But you need to put extra effort or have luck to acquire a rare card. Players want to acquire more rare cards because using them means you can get more rewards.

Coin Master Rare Card List 2022

Check the following list of rare cards that we update when new card sets come out. If you find any updates, please tell us in the comments below.

High-Level Rare

Card Name Card Set Name Value Crusader 5 lettuce Cosmic Carl 4 lettuce Model Z 4 lettuce Captain Nash 4 lettuce Blizz 2 lettuce Jolly Jasper 4 lettuce Haunted Harriet 5 lettuce Spooky Simon 4 lettuce Spike 2 lettuce The Beast 2 lettuce Dante the devout 2 lettuce Top knut 3 lettuce Pig knight 10 lettuce Knight guard 5 lettuce Lucky Lance 5 lettuce Scotty squire 2 lettuce Archery Camp 10 lettuce Golden trophy 2 lettuce Camelot tent 2 lettuce Catness 6 lettuce Berly 5 lettuce Punky 4 lettuce Hotrod 10 lettuce Bar hopper 5 lettuce Other routes 66 1 lettuce

Mid High-Level Rare

Card Name Card Set Name Value Machine heart Steampunk 4 lettuce Little Luca Steampunk 4 lettuce Dr. Ashtear Steampunk 3 lettuce Stabilizer core Steampunk 3 lettuce Amphibious Abe Supervillains 1 lettuce Skull Island Supervillains 2 lettuce Dr. Wicked Supervillains 3 lettuce Mastermind Supervillains 1 lettuce First Prize Sports 3 lettuce

High Rare

Card Name Card Set Name Value Torero Spain 2 lettuce Painters Palette Artist 2 lettuce Pop art Poppa Artist 2 lettuce Mellow Lisa Artist 2 lettuce Barrel tank Goblins 2 lettuce Lenny the lefty Cowboys 2 lettuce Andromeda Space 2 lettuce Armstrong Circus 2 lettuce

Semi High Rare

Card Name Card Set Name Value Jovial Jade Sports 1 lettuce Regal Richard Fairy tales 1 lettuce Rapunzel Fairy tales 1 lettuce Silent Shrine Spirits 1 lettuce Fondue Switzerland 1 lettuce Robo boot Cowboys 1 lettuce Marble Man Artist 1 lettuce Darlin Dolly Cowboys 1 lettuce Martian Lettuce Sandland 3 Excalibur

Special

Card Name Card Set Name Value Playful Pan Switzerland 1 Santa Il Divino Artist 1 Santa Little lenya Goblins 1 Santa Hobby horse Toys 1 Santa Blithe Bruno Space 1 Santa Elder Elk Forest 1 Santa Satyr Mythical 1 Santa Mythical tune Beanstalks 1 Santa Fire Ring Circus 1 Santa The Saloon Cowboys 1 Santa Santa Christmas 1 lettuce

Rare

Card Name Card Set Name Value Nessie Scotland 1 excalibur Creaky crow Baba Yaga 1 excalibur Smoking Pipe Sherlock 1 excalibur Kettle Mongolia 1 excalibur Farmer Feng China 1 excalibur Excalibur Ice Queen 1 excalibur Portly Pete Toys 1 excalibur Savvy Sancho Spain 1 excalibur

Low Rare

Card Name Card Set Name Value Aztec Princess Aztecs 2 = 1 excalibur Cleopatra Egypt 2 = 1 excalibur Flamur the flutist Switzerland 2 = 1 excalibur Frida Mexico 2 = 1 excalibur Chilito Mexico 2 = 1 excalibur Jelly Fish Ocean 4 = 1 excalibur Holy Monk Legends 4 = 1 excalibur Fighting Monk Robin Hood 4 = 1 excalibur Mighty Wizard Legends 4 = 1 excalibur

Where To Find Coin Master Rare Cards?

To find rare cards, you can get them through completing raids and quests, trading with other collectors and players, events, chest rewards, Facebook Groups. Free Facebook groups can ask members to donate their cards so they can give one to someone who posts on the group wall.

Why are Rare Cards so Important in Coin Master?

You may be wondering why cards are so important? Why are people trying to get them, right? The answer is that without rare cards you can’t progress the coin master game. You need rare cards to complete a card collection and get what you want, like free spins and more. The bigger rewards will come easier if your card is rarer. The more things you have, the better your chance of success in time-consuming games becomes.

Frequently Asked Questions

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How do you get rare cards in Coin master?

Coin master is a game that relies on chance a lot. There are different ways to get cards, but the most common way is to spin the slot machine. The more you spin, the more chances you have of getting rare cards. Sometimes, you have to buy many chests that contain random cards. You can also trade cards with other players. The best way to get rare cards is to keep playing and hope for the best.

Can I buy rare cards?

Players can purchase rare cards in Coin Master through the game's store using real money. The game offers a variety of card packs that increase in price as the rarity of the card within them goes up. The most expensive pack currently available is the "Mega Rare Card Pack" which costs $9.99 and guarantees the player will receive at least one rare card.

How can I make sure I don’t get scammed while trading a rare card?

There are a few things you can do to make sure you don't get scammed while trading a rare card. First, make sure you're trading with a reputable person. If you don't know the person well, look for online reviews or ask around for recommendations. Second, be clear about what you're trading and what you expect to receive in return. It's also a good idea to take pictures of the card or cards you're trading so that you have proof if there's a dispute later on. Finally, trust your gut - if something feels off about the trade, don't go through with it.

How can I get the missing cards?

If you no longer have enough cards for the building, stop before you finish and buy more cards. You can't buy certain cards unless you have bought many from the shop. It is difficult to find these cards, so don't wait too long.

Conclusion

This list of rare cards is up to date. If you notice any missing rare cards, please mention them in the comments below. We will update our list accordingly. Our article on Facebook groups with rewards discusses how to obtain these rare cards and other rewards for free. Check back frequently for new articles like this one.

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Whore for the Sword

A/N: SO EXCITED to finally write about King Arthur!! Charlie was so fucking smoking hot in it 😍 The premise of this fic is that the king gets epic superpowers when he wields Excalibur—he’s fucking you (his favorite whore) right afterwards, and some of that big sword energy sort of carries over…

Pairing: King Arthur x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, rough sex, this absolute god of a man being too hot to handle but you take it all of course ‘cause you’re his fucking whore

Word Count: ~2.6k

It’s good to be the king’s whore.

You’re a sack of holes for him to fuck and nothing more. An object for his pleasure, to be ravaged at his leisure. There are times your silly mind wanders, to wonder why he seems to show you so much... special favor, over all the other maids who scrub his floors, and all the ladies in his court. For to be sure, they all would kill just for the privilege to serve and kneel before their sovereign lord.

But that’s a privilege reserved for you alone. He summons you often, to wrap your loving lips around his mighty scepter while he sits upon his throne. Or to his chambers every morning when he wakes, for him to bend you over his majestic bed and fuck your cunt until it breaks. Sometimes he’ll take you for a session in the halls, without warning, your moans resounding through the castle as he slams you hard against the cold stone walls.

“Take me, Your Majesty,” you’ll beg him even though he’s staked his claim to every inch of you already. “I am yours. Your fucking whore.”

There’s never been a king more beautiful, more powerful than Arthur. Never been a man who could possibly fuck you any harder. Just why he shows you so much favor, you will never understand... but you convince yourself that can’t possibly matter. For it can’t. You’re just a kitchen wench, a peasant with a pretty face, a pleasant piece of ass. Surely you’re just his favorite flavor for the moment, and you don’t know how much longer that will last. Your only task is just to savor every minute in the presence of this true god of a man, while you still can.

When the king summons you this morning, you arrive to find him with his fabled sword within his hands. Hefting its weight, gauging the balance of the blade. Excalibur, the glorious and great. The weapon that imbues him with such superhuman strength, raw power coursing through his veins, so palpable that you can see it fucking radiate. He won another epic battle with it yesterday.

Witnessing him like this today... he’s never looked fiercer and stronger, full of feral drive and hunger, and you cannot help but wonder how it’d feel to have him fuck you in that way.

You may not have to wonder any longer.

As you cross the room toward him, he raises his gaze, and those beauteous blue eyes are fucking ablaze. Blue as the sky and twice as bright, always—but never full of so much fire as you see today. You stop and stare at him in this... amplified state, as aroused as you are amazed.

You know now is the time that you should bow low and address him as His Highness, but you have been rendered speechless by the sight of him like this.

He lowers his hand to his side, then moves toward you with a steady stride, sword hanging down so that the tip scratches across the tile floor. Everywhere it touches the surface, sparks ignite—much like your skin, now as you stand before him, utterly electrified.

The king can clearly see just how this is affecting you. Wants you to feel it, too. Slowly places the palm of his free hand upon your cheek, making your knees go weak, as this unspeakable force seeps into your blood and courses through.

Somehow you sense that he has never shared this energy, the otherworldly power of the sword, with anyone before. Certainly not some lowly whore. It will undoubtedly intensify the fucking that’s in store; you curse the part of you that wishes it meant more. To fuck is privilege enough. You’re here to get fucked, hard and rough, and that is all you’ll ever live for.

Can’t stop your stupid heart from wishing, though.

“You know...” Arthur says as he brushes a stray lock of hair from the side of your face, while you melt beneath his regal gaze, mesmerized by his eyes as they glow, “...it doesn’t stop when I let go.”

His thumb slides down your cheek and then across your trembling lower lip, hilt of the sword still at the level of his hip. Everything about him in this moment calls for your complete submission. Service. Worship.

And every word he utters makes your blood run even hotter. “This... this white hot energy, inside of me—when I let go of the sword, it... carries over, for a minute. Just the slightest bit.”

... just the slightest bit? You wish it were a lot. Words finally come to you, expressing what you’ve always thought, as you gaze up at the perfection of his face; he is still fully clothed as yet, but you’re all too familiar with just how stunning he is naked, with the way he looks and feels and smells and tastes. “My king, you are a fucking god.”

He smiles and softly shakes his head, as if he’s not. From all the time you’ve spent within his bed, you’ve somehow come to have a sense of just how much he hates himself, for reasons you will never understand. “No. Just a man. Never more, far too often less.”

On instinct, your hand rises up to press against his chest. To reassure him of the heart that beats within, so beautifully human. “What do you mean by this, Your Highness...?”

“A bloody animal,” he tells you what he means. “A dog after a bone, unworthy of the throne. A monster, if you will—a beast that lives to kill. Farther from human than any creature you’ve seen.”

Perhaps it should be shameful that the thought of getting fucked by such a monster... makes you thirstier than you have ever been. You move your hand off of his chest and bow your head as you reply to him. “I’ve not seen many monsters, my lord. Never been on such noble adventures as yours. I just keep to my place here in this castle as your humble little whore.”

The king reaches to tilt your face back up toward him, propping his forefinger fondly beneath your chin. “Y/N. Have I told you yet that you are fucking perfect?”

No—by all the gods, he most certainly hasn’t. And he shouldn’t. You are far from it. The king himself, and no one else, is worthy of such compliments...

As you struggle in vain to make sense of what he just said, Arthur’s hand drops from your chin to your neck. “How is it that something so perfect...” he murmurs, encircling your throat in a tender and yet terrifying caress, “...seems made to be wrecked.”

You don’t have much of any sense as to what happens next. All of your senses have descended to the aching, soaking heat between your legs. The moment he released the sword, you heard it clatter loudly to the floor—yet he’s still just as much in touch with all its power, all its force, surging beneath his skin and burning where it makes contact with yours.

The bed is altogether too far, so he shoves you up against the nearest wall, hard, claiming your lips in a kiss that has you seeing fucking stars. Grabs at the cheap cloth of your dress and instantly rips it to shreds. The tattered pieces scatter all across the room, much like the pieces of your soul as you surrender and submit to him, with every godforsaken fiber of your being. He knows your body is his fucking kingdom and has always been.

“Do you want this, Y/N?” he growls against you now as if he has to ask. “The monster that I am? The beast, fucking unleashed? Me at my darkest?”

“Y-yes...” you gasp, dizzy and breathless. “Yes, Your Highness. Always yes.”

“That’s a good little whore,” he says as he tears off his shirt and casts it to the floor, baring his chest, the planes of sculpted muscle you so ardently adore, beneath which beats the heart that you love even fucking more.

You could spend hours just adoring and admiring him—but not now, given the state he’s in, such primal power coursing through his limbs. Right now he needs to fucking take you, and he does, shifting position from the wall to pin you down onto the rug spread out across his royal floor. He takes you like he’s waging war. Not against you, for you both know you want the same thing as your king. A war against himself, and no one else, raging from deep within.

His mouth feels hotter than it’s ever been, a furnace of desire setting fire to your skin. He claims your lips again, and then descends, sucking and biting at the soft skin of your neck while he works magic on your tits with his ferocious fucking hands. Grabbing and groping, marking you as his in every way he can. You twine your fingers in his golden locks, already desperate for his cock, as you can feel the length of his majestic manhood rub against you through the leather of his pants.

Beyond blissed out, you moan so loud you barely recognize the sounds erupting from your whorish mouth, forming a string of words somehow. “Fuck—please, my king... need you inside me now...”

He reaches up to frame your face in both his hands, his bright blue gaze burning with more intensity than you can stand. Then calls you by a word he never has before, though you’re too lost in lust to even fucking notice when he does. “Love, if I take you... it could break you.”

Arthur had said it as if that would be a bad thing. He should’ve known that it’s the only thing you live for, and would die for; should’ve known because it’s so painfully true. “Yes, my king,” you beg of him. “Please do.”

That’s all he needs to hear. Although the thought of breaking you fills him with fear—that much is clear—the moment you uttered those words... the fearless fire from the legendary sword, fused in his blood, forces its way into his heart, and he no longer has the power to deny you. To resist the urge to tear you right apart.

In one swift motion, faster than you can even process what happened, Arthur yanks his leather pants down, as his other hand clamps hard around your gasping throat to pin you to the ground. You cannot breathe, and yet it’s not as if that matters now. For you’ve long since forgotten how, and have no need for oxygen. All you will ever need is him. Your fucking god, your king. Your everything.

He wills himself to pause like this, for just a moment, holding his enormous cock within his fist. It’s so thick it can barely fit within his grip. Your eyes go wide as you take in the sight, tongue flicking lustfully across your longing lips. It’s never looked so fucking big, so worthy of your love and worship. Though it’s always been a massive piece of meat, it somehow seems just that much larger now it’s harboring such superhuman heat.

It’s everything that you could ever want and need.

His hold around your throat loosens enough for you to breathe, to give him what he needs—to hear you beg for him again, to know that you’ve given yourself to him completely, as if he doesn’t already.

“Take me, my king,” you wholeheartedly plead. “Break me.”

Words you will not need to repeat.

You sigh in breathless pleasure as he reaches down to slip two of his fingers in your core, just to make sure, that you are truly fucking ready for what he’s about to feed, as ready as a cunt could ever be—and sure enough, your folds are fucking dripping with the slick of your submission and the juices of your love. You’re wetter than you’ve ever been for your beloved king.

He groans out, ravenous and loud, just at the feeling, then leans down to passionately kiss your panting mouth... in sync with the exact moment he fucking plunges in.

It feels as if you’ve quite honestly died upon the instant. Feels like heaven, soaked in sin. The fire of a thousand suns upon your skin, where every inch is pressed against your perfect king, fighting the flood swelling within, filled to the brim with the breathtaking length and girth of him, drowning deep in a fucking ocean of sensation that you cannot fathom, can’t even begin.

The only thing you know for sure, the only truth to which you cling, is that you live to serve your king and that you are his fucking whore. That you were put upon this earth to take whatever hell he gives. For you it’s heaven, all the hellfire he’s given. You can take this. You were made to take him, all of him and more.

The kiss with which he sealed his entrance in your cunt still hasn’t ended—as the king fucking impales you with his cock, your lips and his remain inseparably locked, breath interlaced as if each is the life on which the other has always depended. There is no way now to describe the heights of total bliss to which you have ascended. He should be using you as if you’re nothing but a plaything for his pleasure, yet he’s holding you as if you are some kind of fucking treasure. Whatever has happened, inside of him, between you and your king... whatever magic has been summoned by the sword of epic legend... you can’t bear for it to end. Ever.

You know it must, though, just as soon as he is done, using you up as what you’ve always been, an object for his lust. He’s bound to send you off once he is finished with your services, a thing to be dismissed. He always does. For that is what this is. It’s what you are to him: his whore. All you will ever be good for.

You strive to brush away the thought—it has no business in your mind, while you are here with him experiencing something so divine. Just for a moment you can let yourself forget that Arthur is a living god, everything you are fucking not. See him, be with him as a man, the man you love—a man you could almost imagine being worthy of... almost...

In every way, you’re both so close. The moment you at last explode, in seamless sync with one another, is the moment you look up into his eyes and realize, in spite of everything you thought you’d ever known... that you might not have to imagine any longer.

In spite of what just happened, having been fucked with the force of such a legendary weapon... you’re not broken. You are whole, more than you’ve ever been, body and soul. So is your king. Somehow as you and he bask now in this, this most euphoric state of bliss, all of the truths between the two of you that went so long unspoken... have been suddenly awoken.

“You know, love...” he murmurs as his gaze traces your face, tender and soft, still sparkling blue even as Excalibur’s magic slowly fades, and as a different kind of magic takes it place, “the power of the sword—I always thought I’d never feel anything stronger.”

You answer him now in a self-assured and playful way that you’d never have dared, until today. This is the day everything changed. “And what do you feel now, my lord? Are you going to tell me how wrong you were?”

He shakes his head, his smile mirroring your playful spirit as he swiftly lifts you off the floor and sweeps you off your feet and toward his bed. “No need for words anymore. I’m going to make a fucking queen out of my favorite little whore.”

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kob131 · 3 years

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Morgan Le Fay Profile

Class: Alter Ego (Composite)/Caster (Morgause)/Ruler (Vivian)/Avenger (Morgan Le Fay)

Attribute: Earth Origin: England (Arthurian Myth) Race: Human/Fairy Parameter Strength: C Endurance: B Agility: C Mana: A+ Luck: E NP: A

History: The history of Morgan Le Fay is a rather...complicated affair, due in no small part to recent revelations revealing that she was in fact three thought to be different people: The human sister of Arturia Pendragon (called here as ‘Morgause’), the Lady of the Lake and foster mother to Lancelot Du Lac (Vivian or Nimue as Lancelot knew her) and the malevolent witch and mother to the homonculus Mordred, Morgan.

Morgause’s history began as the legitimate daughter to Uther Pendragon, acting as crown princess at the time. She married Lot of Orkney and mothered their four children, Gawain, Agravain, Gareth and Gaheris. Her role in their lives was rather minimal, acting as a distant but loving mother to the four even influencing their decisions to become knight by regaling them in tales of their grandfather’s exploits. Upon learning of the existence of her illegitimate brother ‘Arthur’, Morgan quickly became a stable in his life. However, some time after ‘Arthur’ took the throne of Camelot, Morgause seemingly disappeared from the public eye.

Vivian’s history consists mainly as the guardian of the fae of Britian, though strangely it is recorded that Vivian much preferred humanity to her own kind. This can be partially inferred by her assistence to King ‘Arthur’, the one who would ultimately end the age of Mystery in Britan. Though she was said to be ‘Arthur’s’ guardian, very little is done on her part in this area other than the gifts of Excalibur and Rhongyominad once the original sword Caliburn was destroyed. Then again, one could assume her assistance rather took the form of her adoptive son, Lancelot as he would become ‘Arthur’s’ greatest knight thanks in no small part to Vivian.

Morgan’s history started later, appearing roughly around the time of Caliburn’s destruction. Bearing the cursed black mana of Britian’s Mystery, she loathed ‘Arthur’ for taking the throne even as the mana’s existence marked her as the true successor. She would go onto become ‘Arthur’s’ most consistent enemy, up to and including the creation of their bastard child Mordred.

Personality: Morgause the human was loving, kind, warm and comforting. Her love greatly enhanced the lives of her children and inspired them to do good as it eased the burden of her illegitimate brother. However, it would be erroneous to call her a ‘woman of virtue’. She was quite lustful even despite her marriage to Lot, she was known to become fierce and scathing when angered and to say she took pride in her status as her father’s child would be an understatement.

Vivian the fairy was calm, cool and soothing like the still waters of a lake. She looked after the fae of Britian closely due to their self destructive nature (one she lacked due to her human blood). In spite (or perhaps because of) her role as guardian, Vivian supported the coming Age of Man showing a clear sense of morals, something she passed down to her adoptive son. Yet again though, Vivian was not without flaws. She was rather possessive when it came to romantic love and became vengeful when spurred (simply ask Merlin).

Morgan the witch was...frightening. That is perhaps the best word to describe her. A mask of coolheadedness hiding an inferno of malice and rage, her temper was such that it could frighten even the fearless Mordred into silence. Once enraged, nothing could hope to stop her rampage. Part of this was due to her scarily sharp mind, outdoing even her other selves. Another was sheer brutality, tearing apart enemies with magic and bare hands alike. Finally came her sadistic nature, taking joy in the pain her actions caused and further motivating her.

Though all very different, all are united under one trait.

They hate one another, and wish nothing more than to be rid of the others.

#fate series

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heliotrope-journey · 3 years

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The Revival of a Beacon from the Dark Ages

Good evening, vampire hunters.

The legendary sword dating back to 6th Century Britain, Excalibur, is now available for purchase on Society6. In the present-day era, Frederick, Eforie, and Abiataka will have to learn everything they can about the blade's original owner and scour the calm yet foreboding Evergreen Forest to reclaim it. Like the Solar Flare Whip's allegiance to the Chinezu clan, the most potent of Excalibur's light magic can only be tapped into by a swordsman or sorcerer with blood ties to the Pendragon family. Though one has not yet accompanied Frederick, they are the only individuals that have knowledge of Vlad Dracula Tepes's upcoming siege on London. If King Arthur is ultimately needed on the battlefield, now's the time to pray for his return. The Dark Lord will not wait for a fair fight. D:

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And now, I present with Excalibur's bio;

A holy sword that was said to be a gift from the heavens due to its divine light magic, ability to cleave through iron, and healing properties. Though many will seek it out, only a righteous monarch can channel its power and save the British Isles from darkness. Excalibur's previous wielder, the legendary King Arthur, was illustrious for using this blade to maintain order throughout his reign and slay armies upon armies of invaders should they cross his borders. That is, until his illegitimate son, Mordred used his connection to the Knights of the Round to cease Camelot from the inside out as vengeance for being abandoned as an infant. Arthur was slain during the confrontation and was smuggled to Avalon to recuperate indefinitely. Fearing Excalibur could fall into the wrong hands, Merlin returned the sword to the Lady of the Lake. Regardless of how legend remembers him, divine blood still ran in Mordred's veins and could easily use Excalibur to force his people into submission. Centuries have passed since the scandal costed the Pendragon family the throne and the House of Draculesti would become a threat to not only the British Isles, but to all of the magical kingdoms. Having lost faith that Arthur would return, an anxious young sorceress approached the Lady of the Lake and requested that she place Excalibur in her hands. Her physical resemblance to Morgana le Fey compelled the Lady to decline immediately, believing that she is collaborating with the Dark Lord. The Veiled Nocturne would have no use for such a weapon other than conceal it from its rightful owners, however, it is rumored that Mordred is still alive and has sent one of his subordinates to retrieve the blade by passing off as a legitimate descendant of his father. The sorceress was not discouraged for she was well aware of the close relationship that Arthur and Merlin shared in their youth so she regaled the Lady with these stories and why they mean the world to her. Moved by the sorceress's drive to honor her ancestors, she gained the Lady's trust, allowing her to agree to bequeath her ownership of Excalibur. The sorceress thanked her and took a peaceful road in Evergreen Forest to collect her thoughts before leaving for communist Romania. Her daydream became a mistake that she would regret for years to come; she was ambushed by her anguished lover and two pagan wizards. The sorceress fought a fierce battle against them and triumphed, but she was lost Excalibur to an earth elemental in the commotion. Ashamed that she let love cloud her judgment and afraid to confess her transgression to her family, the sorceress commissioned a silversmith to forge a replica of the blade in the hope that it would aid her against the creatures of the night during her trip. The sorceress speculates that Excalibur can still be found within Evergreen Forest; hidden in plain sight amongst the trees and stones. Its years spent inside may have transfigured it to resemble a petrified sword so it would be easily overlooked. Many replicas of Excalibur exist in both the mortal and magical realms, but only by keen curiosity and knowledge of the forest can the true blade be rediscovered, reigniting hope that London can be spared from invasion.

Here's a sneak peek of what's coming tomorrow before I hit the hay for the night. A vacation is long overdue, but for some of us, trouble will follow wherever we go.

Sincerely,

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dragonrajafanfiction · 3 years

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“Temperature up to 37 degrees Celsius. Heart rate is increasing. Brain activity stable.”

Tom Allman heard voices calling him awake. The last thing he remembered was pain, large projectiles hitting him at a thousand miles an hour. Each one felt like it would shatter his whole body. He remembered Ru’Yi’s voice screaming.

“Dragon blood ratio steady… no… rising.”

“Ms. Chu. What do we do?”

Tom’s eyes fluttered open. Chu. “Ru’Yi?”

“Wait.” A pair of familiar brown eyes stared down at him. “Tom… can you hear me? I know you’re still in there. I’m afraid this might be the last time we get to talk.”

His vision cleared. The face he saw was not Ru’Yi, but vaguely familiar to her. The confusion and his brain fog helped him ignore the insistence of his rising heart rate.

“I can’t give you any more of the current serum. It won’t work on you and there are others that might need it. I don’t have time to explain a lot. Your dragonblood purity is far over threshold. We suppressed it, but… it only created a rubberbanding effect. The more we suppressed it, the more it bounced back. You’re not the only one this has happened to.”

She was speaking quickly and calmly, but his heart was still beating like it wanted to escape his chest. He started to feel panicked. Bubbles floated up in front of his face.

“This next treatment is experimental. It’s your last chance. I want your consent. Can I treat you, Tom?”

His eyes roamed the room. All around him were tanks of people in various stages of dragon blood evolution floating in glass coffins of clear water. They had fangs jutting out from their upper jaws, some had horns sticking up through their hair.

“Yes or no.”

“Is she okay? Did I hurt her?” His hands pressed against the glass. They were covered in scales. Claws jutted from the gnarled knuckles. “Help! Help me! Please!”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” The woman nodded to another standing next to her.

The second woman looked at him with a cold blue eyed gaze. She looked no older than a high school student. She reached up and started pushing some buttons on a panel.

“What is she doing?”

“I can’t suppress your dragon blood. All I can do is let it do its thing. All I can do is separate you from it.”

“Who are you?”

He looked into her eyes. She reached up and pressed on the glass on the other side of his hand. “I… am Ru’Yi’s mother. I had hoped… it wouldn’t come to this.”

A tear slipped from her eye to her cheek.

“The serum is a go.” The other girl looked up at her. “He’s the last volunteer.”

Ru’Yi’s mother nodded and then she walked away. Tom craned his neck to see but she was out of view.

“I will break down the procedure from here.” Said the cold eyed girl.

“W..what’s your name?”

“I’ll tell you if you survive.” She picked up a clipboard and looked at it. Unlike Ru’Yi’s mother, her eyes held no emotion at all.

“What?!” He felt a strong vibration and he was suddenly moving, being wheeled away from where he was held. “Am I going to die?”

“That will be up to you.” She said. “You are more than half dragon and your dragonblood mutations are proliferating. But you’re still Tom, even now. That makes it more … your choice.”

“I hear… I hear whispers.”

There was no one there to comfort him. He wanted to cry, but any tears he shed mixed with the water he was in. She walked forward and looked into a small black lens. The lens emitted a laser across the contours of her face. The doors slid open to another room, a larger one, with a dozen other tanks just like his.

Those inside them turned to face him, their hair floating in the water, their mouths covered by rebreathers, many with scales for skin.

Zero stood to face them all. “There’s no easy way to say this. You’ve reached the end of the line. You’ll be injected in the next few seconds. Within those seconds, you will try to kill me. If you get control of yourselves and stop attacking, then you will move to the next stage. If not…”

Zero casually lifted a blade from her back. There was nothing fancy about it. It was short, flat and to the point, just like the one who wielded it. “..Then I will kill you.”

“Now, brace yourselves. This will hurt.”

There was a sharp hiss, an electronic buzz and the sharp pinch of the needles that turned into a dull unbearable ache. He slammed against the glass, screaming. His vision went white.

In another moment, his eyes were open again and he saw Zero, heard her, smelled her. The pain from the injection still throbbed but even as he stood the wounds began to close themselves. He turned and looked. The glass container he had been locked in was shattered.

He was aware of others like himself too…

One let out a piercing shriek and leaped at her, but by the time it landed, Zero was no longer there. In the blink of an eye, she escaped, sword still drawn. She landed, as light as a dancer.

She turned and looked at him. She smelled like dragonblood. It was intoxicating. He felt drawn to it, as though it were a fire in a dark, cold place.

The one that attacked first was looking under her claws. She was naked, a long ebony tail coiled behind her legs. She turned her hands palm up in shock that she had missed somehow.

The others crawled forward to ring Zero. Zero stood still, eyes roaming the room.

As though by some unknown cue, they all attacked at once. Zero took a few more leaps back, crouched and, in a blinding flash, took off the first attacker’s head. It dropped to the ground like a stone, rolling, spraying blood.

She kept her crouch, moving in a slow circle, blade up and running red. The beasts followed her, their eyes intent and hungry, but now doubly cautious.

One darted to the side to try to go around and attack from behind. Zero’s whirled and the beast caught her sword between its teeth. The blade scraped out from between those teeth, sending out sparks. The monster squealed with pain and its tongue flopped onto the ground, twitching.

Zero shifted her weight to the other foot to face her next attacker, and threw all of it into a powerful thrust, piercing its chest. It fell back and she followed it over, landing on its body and yanking the blade out like Arthur pulling Excalibur out of a stone. She stood on her fallen enemy, cold and regal, daring the others to try something similar. The floor was painted red and so was she.

She was so close. Tom could feel himself tremble but he couldn’t feel the drool escaping his mouth. Every time she looked away from him, he wanted to pounce. His jaw worked, imagining those delicate bones crunching between his teeth. He knew this feeling because he’d felt it before. When… where?”

The images flashed through his head. The limp bodies of his parents in the front seat of the car. The feeling as his jaws closed on the pale flesh of his mother’s arm. It resisted his bite force for just a moment before it splintered. Then, a blinding pair of headlights, rushing towards them.

Denial rushed in on him. That wasn’t what happened. No, there was a car crash. It was a car crash! He staggered away from Zero.

He told himself it wasn’t true. His parents were dead after the car hit them, not before! The police. They kept asking him what happened. The car hit them.

The car hit them.

Tom collided against the wall, clutching his head. “I’m not a monster…”

The same car that hit his parents… hit his sister. She pushed him out of the way. It was the same car…

The image of Ru’Yi lying helpless on the floor flashed in his mind. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry Ru’Yi.”

A voice, like a low snarl, began to overwhelm his senses. They were his thoughts but somehow they weren’t his thoughts. He could see the memories in his mind as clear as day. He recalled holding his sister’s body in the middle of a dark street. The police asked him what happened.

It was a car, he said.

The voice in his head echoed immediately.

It wasn’t a car.

Someone inside him who remembered the truth. His sister pushed him down because she was angry at him. He lashed out. He grabbed her by her ear. He tore it off.

He felt like he was standing in front of the mirror but that the reflection wasn’t him.

But it was him. He pushed Ru’Yi down. He attacked his sister. He attacked his parents.

Tom felt like he was waking from a dream. Every muscle in his body ached. The room stank of dragon blood. Zero stood over him. Behind her, all of the other test subjects lay dead or dying.

“You’ve passed.”

“There’s someone in me…” His voice trembled.

“Yes. But it’s leashed. Can you stand?”

“Stay away! I might hurt you!” He backed away and then he realized that his skin was pink, the claws were starting to recede.

“The fact that you can even say that is proof enough that you’re not dangerous.” She was still like a robot waiting for its next input from the user. “We just need to monitor you for a bit longer. Just to be safe.”

“We?”

The door opened and a woman entered, her long sandalwood hair waved down her back. Her crimson eyes looked at him, not at all bothered by the fact that he was naked and the room looked like a warzone.

Zero finally reached down and hauled him to his feet.

The woman held a clipboard in her thin arms. She wrote on it and then held it up.

“Follow me. I’ll show you to your room! ^_^”

#Dragon Raja #Fanfiction #Ru'Yi #Class of 2032

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troublesometrollhunters · 3 years

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Au: Wizard Queen, Dawn. Tell us about how she ended up there and what would make her a unique ruler?

Dawna the Daring First Wizard Queen of Camelot

Dawna, Daughter of Morgana Mother of Monsters, and Niece of Arthur the Abstruse and Gwenivere the Good

First Wizard to rule Camelot and youngest queen to ascend to the throne.

For the first 10 people who send in O.C questions I will draw a response. Out of the 10 three posts will get a prize. They can chose a short story (2-5 pages) or ask for a sketch of their choice.

(Cannon Divergent Dawn A.U)

(Also the outfit she wears as Queen is a mix of Arthur and Morganas look with her own style mixed in)

After the battle of Killahead bridge Merlin, Morgana, and King Arthur fell. Before passing Dawna remains by her uncles side. Arthur says how he is so proud of Dawn and how she was right, Gwenivere would have wanted peace and he shouldn't have done what he'd done to the trolls. He shouldn't have done what he'd done to magic users. Giving her his crown and telling her she is worthy of Excalibur Dawn cries over her uncle and the loss of her family. Morgana is gone, Arthur is gone, Gwenivere is gone, and Merlin is missing. As the crown hangs on her head and Excalibur rests in her hand, the trolls and knights of Camelot surround her bowing their heads. She stands and sees she's not alone.

Vendel putting his hand on Dawns shoulder declares the war is over, that Dwoza will side with Camelot and Dawna and that the true Queen has risen to the throne. Dawna makes an oath that day infront of the trolls and knights that she would rule Camelot in an era of peace. Gunmar may be gone but Bular was still out there and with him other GumGums would rise. They must still be weary but now they stand a fighting chance as they fight together.

Her first act as Queen is to allow all magic users and magic creatures sanctuary in her kingdom and to permantley open Camelots gates. As trolls help rebuild the shambles of Camelot Dawn makes sure the proper architecture is put in place to shelter them from the sun if they chose to visit. She establishes a magic school in the castle similar to the RoundTable Arthur runs, one where mages young and old can learn their craft. Classes takes place at the castle but are also held in the woods where Blinkous and Vendel teach troll magic and history. Where Aarrrgh regales his tales as a GumGum and explains how he left Gunmars side.

Dawn never gets a proper crowning ceremony as she is focused on the restoration of her home and culture. However as her first year comes to a close as queen and she celebrates peace with her people and the trolls, a wounded but still alive Lancelot crowns her officially as Queen. The day is marked and every year the kingdom celebrates Dawn rising to the throne, the defeat of Gunmar, and the joining of two kingdoms.

Camelot and Dwoza under Dawn and Vendels reign experience a prosperous era of peace. One full of art, technology, poetry, songs, dancing, books, architecture advancements, new magic, and love between trolls and humans. Trolls no longer have to hide and humans no longer have to fear.

#dawna #dawn #trollhunters #trollhunters o.c #toa o.c #wizards o.c #trollhunters fanart #trollhunters a.u #dawna a.u #queen dawna #800 follower challenge #guys the sword #it took so l o n g

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mxbbadperson · 3 years

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king arthur Does Not look regal at all. art's not that tall? scarred & tired brunet. scruffy & maybe grubby. quiet & looks at errywhere but the person he's talking to. but when he stands straight, looks people on the eye & Talks, people are like, Oh Shit. that's him! That's King Arthur! mordred in contrast, Definitely looks regal. mordred's tall & slender. got that elfin beauty to him. clean & glowing? graceful, nice voice, soft hands, well articulated, beautiful smile, effortlessly charming. arthur & mordred being soulmates??? don't matter if mordred's arthur's nephew or bastard son through his half-sister or a random kid his other half-sister adopted, mordred's still fated to kill him! arthur & mordred being tragic soulmates!!!

arthur loves both lancelot & guinevere!!! and they love him too! both as art & king arthur! it's just. they love each other more? arthur's not mad tho. he's very happy for them & comforts them when they feel guilty abt loving each other. arthur moving lancelot far away & "executing" guinevere. lancelot & guinevere finding each other & moving into a house arthur built for them! lancelot & guinevere having a happy ending! well, until the battle of camlann. lancelot & guinevere being too far away to help arthur. lancelot & guinevere feeling guilty abt not helping arthur & arriving at camelot at the end of arthur's "funeral". arthur knowing that they'll feel guilty & writing a letter to comfort them. arthur leaving both caliburn & excalibur to lancelot & guinevere?

arthur other soulmate is merlin? well. merlin's either too old or too busy teaching/protecting arthur or ends up with nimueh. arthur dying is merlin's greatest regret. arthur dying is also mordred's greatest regret. mordred as the fisher king?

#i talk

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fantasticalrealms · 4 years

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Wings Over Avalon: For Your Love

Chapter One

“We can never go back.” Zaros explained as he sat before Marabus. “If we do we’ll either be killed or kill the whole clan. Both of which neither of us wants.”

“I understand your situation. However, it is our policy to not harbor exotic species such as yourself here permanently.” Marabus explained stoically as he stared out the window. Zaros simply nodded with a forlorn look on his face. “On the other hand,” a smile worked itself across his face, “your sister is injured and it is also our policy to help those in need.” He turned and looked at the ice dragon with kind, understanding eyes. “No matter what the species…”

Zaros’s eyes lit up and he rushed forward to hug the wizard.

The elder threw his hands up and the dragon slid to a stop. The wizard stepped forward and patted him on the slide. “A little big to be hugging an old and frail man like me, aren’t you?” He mused teasingly.

Zaros threw a foreleg around him and squeezed gently. “Thank you Marabus.” He whispered with an air of relief.

“Marabus…” Merlin said quietly as he knocked on one of the massive wooden doors. “I hope you don’t mind but we patched up Clarina…”

“That’s fine. Take our friend here to visit with his sister.” Marabus replied cheerily. “Tell the doctor I’d like to hear his prognosis so we know how long they’ll be staying. I’d say oh… A year… Two years would be pushing her recovery just a bit, don’t you?” He went on winking at his pupil.

“Yes Sir!” Merlin beamed a bit shocked. “Slow and careful I always say!” Merlin beamed as he turned to leave.

“Merlin… How familiar are you with the smith?” Marabus wondered in passing as he sat down at his desk.

“Not very well…” Merlin replied confused as he poked his head back in the door.

“I suggest you get to know him if you’re going to have him make this… sword of yours…” Marabus went on holding up a piece of paper. “This Excalibur… And you’ll need to work on the binding spell.”

“Yes Sir!” Merlin beamed barely able to contain his excitement before taking off down the hall at break neck speed.

Zaros watched warily before following after him.

The young mage did much hooting and hollering before stopping abruptly when he realized Zaros was watching him. “Marabus convinced the Council to use my plan to choose the new king.” He explained quietly as Zaros caught up with him, smoothing his robes while he waited.

“What is this plan and why do you need it?” Zaros wondered as they walked on down the hall.

“Marabus has foreseen that should the future king, Uther Pendragon, rear his son, great devastation shall befall the land. We have to devise a way to part him from his son then ensure his son’s rise to the throne. I proposed that we send a representative to befriend the king and give him counsel. Then ask for his baby as payment.” Merlin explained before stopping and baring a thoughtful countenance.

“So how was the sword to figure into this idea of yours?” Zaros asked as he carefully slid out of a window to follow Merlin up the tower to see Clarina.

“Well I thought we should have the sword enchanted to where only the boy could use it. We’d put it where any noble could get to it and let them try their hand. The boy would no doubt turn up sometime.” Merlin called out the windows of the tower awkwardly.

“That leaves a lot to chance, doesn’t it? I mean what if the boy never tries to claim the sword?” Zaros pressed concerned. “This doesn’t seem very well thought out…”

“Oh, hush you… The king and the plan are both young. There is yet time to perfect things…” Merlin soothed irritably.

“You’re very smart, Merlin… I’m sure you’ll finish the plan and it will work well.” Zaros remarked landing on the balcony.

“Thank you!” Merlin beamed in reply out the window. “Give me just a second and I’ll open the doors.” A moment later the double wooden doors to the balcony swung open wide. Zaros slowly and carefully wandered in but still managed to clip his wings on the stone around the doorway. “Look at that!” Merlin mused pointing to the little pieces of rock missing from the bricks. A few inches below them were some that were clearly older. “You’ve grown some since you were here last!” He went on jollily as he patted Zaros on the side. “I think you finally out-grew our draft horses!”

Zaros growled taking the remark as an insult instead of the compliment it was meant to be.

Merlin snapped his hand back and watched in hurt confusion as Zaros walked away.

“Zaros is a noble dragon… He is meant to be feared for his size and ferocity… He is the son of the clan leader and is meant to walk tall so as to command respect… It’s hard to walk tall in a crowd when you’re not tall enough to see where you’re going…” Ariala explained slowly as they watched Zaros lay down next to his unconscious sister. She spoke in a quiet tone making her sound far older than she was.

“How… How have you acquired such wisdom so fast?” Merlin wondered looking at her dumbstruck and wide-eyed.

“Zaros said I have a lot of spirit… Like I had the heart of a dragon. Maybe I’m just blessed… Only the gods in heaven know for sure.” She went on smiling up at him with her childish innocence. He wrapped an arm around her and they watched quietly as Xanas tried to comfort Zaros.

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Zaros flapped around, soaring above the spires of the Northern Order of White Mages and Wizards. They had been there for three months and his adventurous nature grew restless. Marabus had warned him that the fire dragons’ territory started not far from the compound; the words were lost to him as he flew off over the mountains.

“Sister! Look up there! An ice dragon!” A small, young fire dragon roared as he pointed to the sky with a forefoot.

“Lady Landrian… Haven’t the ice dragons been pushing towards the outskirts of their territory? Do you think he could be a spy for an invasion force?” The largest of the three dragons said to the one of medium stature.

“The ice dragons are known to be bold but not to martyrs. I very highly doubt they would send one alone. Especially one as small as him and moving that slow.” Landrian replied in a regal tone full of pensive thought. “Let us wait this one out, Peladar.”

“You’re much too old-fashioned Sister! He is an enemy! We should kill him!” The smallest one roared bolting to the sky towards Zaros.

“Dyzynas!” Landrian hissed angrily.

“Lord!” Peladar called out chasing after him.

“I can’t let you run off and get hurt!” Landrian groaned in frustration as she followed them.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zaros spotted a small ball of flame floating towards him. He stopped and puffed a whisper of his icy breath at it to put it out. “Die spy!” A young voice called out from above. Zaros barrel rolled out of the way and grabbed the youngster by the tail.

“Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to attack things bigger than you? No less twice your size or more?” The ice dragon wondered slightly annoyed.

The youngster flipped up and bit his foot.

“Gah! What is wrong with you?” Zaros snapped letting go and shaking the pain out of his paw. He looked down at the little dents that didn’t pierce the skin.

“I’m going to kill you before your clan can invade!” The youngster hissed before breathing another puny attack. Zaros suppressed the attack and smiled as ice crystals formed on the end of the little one’s nose.

“He certainly isn’t acting like a spy…” Peladar remarked slightly confused as they watched Dyzynas try to tackle Zaros. Zaros hugged the smaller dragon into his chest, a teasing grin on his face. Dyzynas wriggled free, a look half pout, half angry, every bit adorable because of his size of his face.

“Certainly not…” Landrian agreed watching the scene almost entranced. “The way he moves is so perfect… It’s almost as if he can read Dyzynas’s moves before he makes them and then reacts appropriately.”

“But that’s impossible…” Peladar protested with a chuckle. “It’s probably just so easy because Dyzynas is young and inexperienced…”

“My Father can do it…” Landrian snorted quietly.

“Yes, but your Father is the clan leader and an An…” Peladar stopped in mid-thought and looked at her in horrified awe.

“I don’t think he’s a spy though…” Landrian went on approaching the fight slowly.

“I won’t let your clan attack mine!” Dyzynas roared fiercely.

“My clan, attack yours…” Zaros hissed in a deeply pained voice. “I don’t have a clan anymore… I haven’t for months.” Zaros replied to the youngster’s frequent mention of it.

All three of the fire dragons froze solid in place. It was an unspoken law amongst dragons, bound by their pride, that you never deny your clan.

“You have no reason to fear me. If it bothers you that I’ve infringed on your territory I’m sorry and I’ll leave now. I meant no harm…” Zaros went on just above a whisper as pain dripped on every word he said. After a moment of hovering in the air with his head hung he turned and started to fly away.

“You lie!” Dyzynas shouted angrily as he flew towards the retreating opponent. “You are a worthless piece of trash denying your clan like that!”

“I’M NOT LIKE THEM!” Zaros roared painfully as he spun around and met Dyzynas’s attack. He shoved the small dragon back effortlessly but without hurting him. “The color of blood is what I despise don’t make my paint myself in yours…” He whispered in a strained voice. Landrian watched wide-eyed and something about the words struck pain in her heart. Where had she seen such passion and value for life? One that she herself held but saw in so few around her…

“I have to know…” She whispered taking off towards the fight again.

“Don’t lie coward!” Dyzynas shouted when a huge ball of flame, burning blue at its core, rose from beneath him. Zaros let off a faint blue glow as he spun out of the way, taking Dyzynas with him momentarily to protect him. Zaros flew backwards as he suppressed another attack with one of his own. Dyzynas looked on in awe as a white blur flew out from a cloud of steam. Zaros shot down following the heat in the air to Landrian. His eyes were lost to the fierce blue glow that filled the orbs. When he realized that Landrian was a female he stopped abruptly just feet away from her. Ice crystal shot off his wings from the force of stopping so quickly. The embedded in the ground around Landrian. He hovered there panting as the glow around him faded. Their eyes met and there was something vaguely familiar that Landrian saw within the bright orbs. After a stand-off of a few seconds he spun around and flew away with great speed.

“What was that?” Dyzynas wondered in shock as he sank down next to his sister and guardian. He kicked one of the ice spikes in disdain but found it far too sturdy to shatter easily.

“That was an Ancient… Or one of Ancient blood if I’m not mistaken…” Peladar commented in equal awe and shock.

“But yet… After all that… I still don’t believe he’s a threat to us…” Landrian mused in a far-off voice as she watched Zaros fly away. Dyzynas’s face grew heated as he took off to follow Zaros without being seen.

“I’ll show them all! I’ll show Father that I can make him proud. Even if he isn’t a threat I’ll make Poppa think he is so I still win! I’ll get the glory when the clan destroys him!” Dyzynas snickered in his mind. “No one will ever make fun of me then!”

“Poor little dragon… The one you seek to destroy may possibly be the first being you meet capable of understanding how you feel…” An ethereal voice sighed gently like a spring breeze. A being cloaked all in white with a thin veil covering its face stood upon a branch of a nearby tree and watched as Dyzynas pursued Zaros on the ground. “I have no power here… I cannot stop you young Prince… All I can do is hope for the best and pray for your soul…”

“Spiritus Mane Caelum…” A voice whispered from somewhere in the air. “Reverto domus… Reverto Avalon…” With that, the being disappeared like mist in the hot sun.

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“A grievous wrong has been committed against our clan!” A thunderous voice boomed and the sound echoed off the nearby cliffs lined with red dragons of various sizes. “A spy of the ice dragon clan has invaded our air! He came to survey our weaknesses and vantage points! Now my fellow High Council members we must make a weighty decision. Attack or be attacked?” The huge red dragon went on. Even without his massive size, his voice alone commanded attention. It was clear, right and deep much like the pigment of his scales. His voice wasn’t rash or angry but calm and wise. “Before we make such a decision we must first weigh all of the consequences evenly.” He went on spreading his wings and taking to the air. His wingspan was easily fifteen men laid head to toe if that is any indication of his size. Landrian listened to the High Council’s words carefully and it soon became apparent to her that an attack was eminent. She slipped away in a manner which, she thought, no one had seen her depart.

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“Zaros… I think you had better come see this…” Ariala called warily as she stood in the castle garden. The young dragon flew down and landed on a stone walkway not far from her.

“What is it?” He wondered looking at her cautiously. She pointed to the massive wooden doors of the main gates into the compound. The ice dragon slowly walked down the weathered cobblestone avenue and pulled the doors open.

“He who flies freely and without a plan… Meet me soon where the signal fire burns.” Had been roughly carved and scorched into the wood. “Or danger will befall you…” The prince slowly turned and looked at Ariala with a grim countenance.

“I’ll be back soon…” He remarked before taking to the air. He flew on over the mountains looking for what might be the signal. A plume of smoke rose from the far side of a mountain, which Zaros decided must be the signal fire. He slowly approached the far side and landed. Cautiously, he walked towards the huge pile of burning trees. Beyond the pile he discerned the dragon he had almost struck down just days before. It was a red dragon, slender in form, with her long, narrow body and gracefully arching neck. Unlike his wide stocky head, hers was narrow and pointed like an arrowhead. He noted how the spines on her back were fewer but wound and twisted like dancing fire. Unlike his blunt and boxy spines, hers could most certainly do harm. Her tail was of equal length to her neck, ending in a slender spiny point. He mused, for a moment, about how beautiful she was, how her proportions were very pleasing to the eye. He noted from her fairly even skin tone she must be young. His mother had told him all about the different flights. The thing that stood out in his mind about fire dragons was how their skin changed color as they aged, blue creeping up their feet chasing away the reds and oranges of their youth.

“You called, my Lady?” He called out respectfully. She turned and looked at him a bit startled but quickly composed herself as she walked towards him.

“I felt it was my duty to tell you, to warn you that my clan will most likely attack the ice dragon clan. I’m not sure when but it will happen.” Landrian explained looking at him gravely.

“Why are telling me all this? Aren’t we enemies here?” Zaros wondered warily.

“I don’t feel as though you’re my enemy… In fact, I respect you and your power. There are no Ancients in my clan anymore, save for my Father who is weak of heart. I haven’t seen power like yours in many years.” She answered slowly and in a regal tone. “It’s something worthy of respect.”

“Do you think I could have killed you?” Zaros wondered painfully as he avoided her gaze.

Landrian nodded slowly as she moved to try looking him in the eye.

“If you had hit me then yes… I would have killed you without a second thought I’m afraid. Power like that isn’t worthy of respect…” He went on in a sad tone.

“Why were you ostracized from your clan?” Landrian wondered making a move towards him slowly.

“I didn’t want blood on my claws… I still don’t…” He answered without fear or remorse. “How long do you think I have to warn them?”

She looked at him surprised and didn’t seem to know just how to react to his answer. She finally collected herself and took a deep breath.

“We usually move within a week.” She replied with a hint of delight in her voice.

“Thank you, my Lady. You may have saved many lives this day.” He remarked as he bowed and turned to leave.

“Noble Lord…” Zaros stopped abruptly but didn’t look at her. “It wasn’t the power of your Ancient blood I was referring to…” He spun around and stared at her curiously. “It was the power of your heart and your will to do what you feel is right; the power of your will to control a force far beyond yourself. You have proven it again by coming here. I hope you’ll do so a third time with this information I have given you.” Before he could respond to her solemn words, she took to the air and left. He stared at the hypnotic, dancing flames sadly as they danced for a moment before taking to the air himself.

“Sometimes we have to do hard tasks that we don’t want to in the name of what’s right… Even if it means risking our lives…” He sighed as he flew away. The being cloaked all in white stared down from a tree branch.

“And some things you cannot fight, fair Zaros… Like fate… You are the one and soon your destiny will be clear to you. Good luck, my love…” With that she faded away and disappeared.

Ariala was waiting for Zaros dutifully at the gates when he returned. He smiled and acted as if nothing was wrong when he greeted her warmly. “Looks like I’m going to have to take a little trip, Love.” Xanas landed beyond the intricate fountain in the center of the garden and walked up to his leader.

“What happened?” Xanas wondered in their clan’s draconic tone Ariala somehow still vaguely understood.

“The fire dragons mistook me as a spy and now they’re going to attack the ice dragons.” Zaros replied in the unique dialect.

“Are you going to do what I think you’re going to do, my Prince?” Xanos wondered warily as he cocked his head.

“Of course…” Zaros replied looking up at the towering ice dragon before him and smiling slyly. Xanos nodded and took to the air.

“We’ll be back soon, Ariala. Go tell the others not to follow. Everything will be ok.” Zaros explained in his clear human speech. “Bye, Love.” With that he took to the air. As he did so Ariala rushed forward and tried to grab his leg and stop him. “Zaros… There’s something brewing in the air! Don’t leave, Zaros!” She pleaded as he flew away.

“I have to do this if I want to keep living the way I want.” He replied not noticing her forlorn expression. “I don’t want any bloodshed because of me or when I can prevent it.”

“But I feel like someone might die if you leave…” She whispered to herself as tears welled up in her eyes. “Maybe my senses just aren’t developed yet…” She shook her head violently to clear away the doubt. “No! This feeling is much too strong to be wrong! ZAROS! Come back!” She screeched desperately but he was long gone.

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“Father… I followed Landrian today when she left the Council… She went to the spy and warned him about the attack. We have to move quickly and destroy him before he can warn them.” Dyzynas said in a slyly beseeching tone.

“Yes, in order to maintain the element of surprise… A spy with that information could put us at a disadvantage. I’ll round up the warriors and you’ll lead the way. Obviously, he’s still in the area.” The fire dragon clan leader replied pensively as he stared at the ground. “We must do this without her knowing it…” He went on absentmindedly as he walked out of the cave. Peladar dashed off before he could be seen and took to the air to find his Princess.

“My Lady!” He shouted when he spotted Landrian. He tackled her in mid-air and they crashed to the ground with a crack of breaking wood.

“What’s the meaning of this?!” She gasped shoving him off angrily.

“Dyzynas followed you! Your Father knows of your treason and is going to attack the ice dragon we found first! Dyzynas is going to take them there.” He explained desperately. “If helping that lad is truly your desire then we must go now by foot. We’ll be captured if we go by air.” Landrian looked at him wide-eyed as the words sank into her mind.

“He lives with humans… They’ll be slaughtered as enemies…” Without saying another word, she spun around and bolted down the slope. Peladar followed her loyally and she glanced back at him and wondered why he was there aiding her in this treason. “Why did you warn me… Why are you still here?” She finally asked warily.

“Because I’ve not seen passion like yours since your beautiful mother when I was very young. I’d like to see that passion live a little longer… Landrian… My Lady…” Peladar replied with a tone the Princess had never heard him use before. It didn’t take them long to reach the castle and to their surprise there was an angry face waiting for them at the gate.

“Where’s the boy?! Where’s the ice dragon boy?” Landrian demanded with a heavy voice.

“Zaros? He left to warn our kind about your kind… Now get out of here before I have to hurt you!” Clarina said in a low growl.

“I was the one who warned him about the attack!” Landrian replied in a similar tone. To her surprise, Peladar kneeled down and bowed to Clarina.

“We only wish to aide you, Highness… It’s good to see you well… You have deceived us well all these years of your absence…” He replied not looking at Clarina.

“Have we met?” The ice dragon wondered confused but not easing her stance. Peladar looked up at her wide-eyed.

“You really aren’t her are you? But your… Eyes…” He got up and shook his head briskly. “Forgive me… I mistook you for someone else.”

“Look the point is my clan thinks Zaros is a spy and that I’m a traitor for warning him! Now which way do we go to find him?!” Landrian snapped passionately.

“Do I look stupid to you?” Clarina smirked spreading her wings wide. Suddenly she felt a small hand on her back leg.

“If you hurry we can bring him back. If he doesn’t return everyone in this compound will perish. I can show you the way.” Ariala said quietly as she walked forward and stared Landrian and Peladar down.

“Get on.” Landrian said quietly as she held out a forepaw.

Ariala climbed up her leg and on her back careful to avoid the spines. She waved good-bye to Clarina as the three took to the air. They soon spotted Zaros and Xanos in the distance.

“We’ll just waste more time trying to catch up with them…” Ariala remarked standing up carefully.

“Hey what are you doing?! You’ll fall if you aren’t careful!” Peladar gasped watching the fearless little girl.

“I know… Just let me fall… And watch Zaros…” She replied with a smile before she leapt head first off Landrian’s back.

The pair of dragons watched Ariala fall for a split second then shot their attention back to Zaros but he was nowhere to be found. They looked down again in time to see a bright blue light shoot beneath them. From the light emerged Zaros with Ariala on his back.

“We have to go back… They’re in danger.” She whispered while hugging his neck as best she could.

“Then let’s go!” Zaros replied. “Come on Xanas! We’re going back!”

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“Marabus!” Merlin yelled frantically as another ball of flame slammed into the wall beside him. “Fire dragons! We have one ice dragon against 50 fire dragons… MARABUS!!!”

“Stop yelling and start casting, fool!” Marabus yelled slightly annoyed. “I’m going to move to the other side.” He explained shoving past the young wizard.

“Yes Marabus… Right… A spell… Water…” He muttered gaining his resolution. “Right got it!” He ran to the nearest window and pointed his staff at a group of five or so dragons. “River run and river rage. Free of earthly cage. Flow unto where I bid. Flow through fire bright and fire hid!” A huge beam of water shot out of the end of his staff and engulfed the five dragons. Plumes of smoke rose from their mouths in lazy curls to the sky. They angrily tried to shoot flames at him. He flinched and hid his head behind a wall. To his delight all they could do was spit smoke. “Woo hoo!” He cried before doing a little dance and running off down the hall. “Let’s try that again!”

“I’m sorry Zaros…” Was all Landrian could say as they saw the plume of smoke rising in the distance.

“We live with a guild of spellcasters… I’m more worried about your clan than them.” Zaros replied with a sly smile.

“Many of them left with the delegation to the Grand Council.” Ariala interjected. “Only Merlin and Marabus are left that can cast.”

“And only Marabus can cast well.” Xanas added worried as he smacked his forehead.

“Dear Gods…” Zaros gasped bolting forward. “I’ve said it before… Whoever leaves him in charge of anything is crazy!”

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“Father!” Dyzynas yelled with fervor as excitement danced in his eyes. “We’re about to breach a wall on the other side! Come on! Come on!” He exclaimed tugging on one of his father’s foreleg. His father followed him around and sure enough one of the castle walls gave way as they approached. Dyzynas shot down into the castle despite his father’s protesting. The little dragon rushed in with group towards the worst possible target, Marabus. The old wizard sensed the oncoming attack and through up an ice wall. Dyzynas came to an abrupt stop then looked on in horror as the wall broke apart and huge chunks of ice bigger than himself flew at him. They melted in a massive inferno as his father let loose a powerful attack.

“Dyzynas! Get out of here! It’s too dangerous for you! Go home!” The regal fire dragon ordered sternly as he slid to a landing in front of his son.

“But Father!” The young one protested discouraged and shocked.

“GO!” The leader roared turning his head back slightly but keeping an eye on Marabus. Dyzynas looked at his father shocked and hurt for a moment. “GO!” He roared angrily as he snorted smoke and flame. Dyzynas jumped then took to the air. As he flew out of the hole in the wall he glanced back.

“I’ll make you proud Father… Somehow… Somehow I’ll prove myself…” He whispered in a hurt voice.

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“Zaros look! The tower!” Xanas gasped in horror. From somewhere on the other side of the tower Clarina swooped around and plunged into the gaping opening, disappearing into the light. “Go! get Ariala to safety!” He added before flying off to head off a group of fire dragons.

“Marabus!” Ariala screamed in horror. “He’s going to die if we don’t hurry! I swear to you Zaros he’ll die!” She went on as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“We’ll try to buy you some time.” Landrian said resolutely before turning and flying headlong against her clan.

“Protect what you love, Zaros.” Peladar added with that same resolution in his voice. “And I’ll do the same out here.” Zaros nodded quickly and flew off towards the opening of the tower. Growls and gnashing teeth could be heard from the opening and it was clear a battle was taking place. Clarina was suddenly flung out of the tower and a huge dragon followed her out.

“Who the hell is that?! What the hell is that?!” Zaros gasped taking in the sheer size of the beast that now hovered over his sister. Dark blue all the way up his legs. This was an Ancient fire dragon… Clarina looked up helplessly as he reared his claws up to strike. “CLARINA!” Zaros screamed and the fire dragon hesitated long enough to look at Zaros. In that instant, Zaros head-butted him with such a violent force that he was completely knocked over. Zaros spun around and slid to a stop on the stone ground. “Get off and hide, Ariala…” He growled giving the towering beast a death glare. Ariala did as she was told and disappeared into the debris that now littered the ground.

“Everyone stop! You don’t know what you’re doing!” Landrian screamed desperately. “This is a huge misunderstanding and someone will die if we don’t stop!”

“And why should any of us listen to a traitor like you?” A lone voice rang out and a grizzled and darker colored fire dragon lurked out of the shadows of the debris.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about Festranis. Stay out of clan business, dirty scum.” Landrian hissed angrily.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… Wouldn’t your mother be ashamed to hear such language from your mouth?” The large dragon replied with a cool tone.

“Don’t talk about my mother! Murderer!!!” Landrian screamed charging him with all her speed. Everyone looked on in shock as she was easily flung away with one swipe of his huge claws. She landed near Zaros bloody and bruised.

“For once I have to agree with Festranis… Misunderstanding or not you defied your clan and that makes you a traitor… Traitors are to be killed or exiled as I see fit and I order you exiled…” The huge dragon beamed in a thunderous and stern voice. Out of the corner of his eye, as Landrian made her heartfelt protest, Zaros spotted Dyzynas sneaking in to attack a clearly weakened Marabus.

“Marabus! Look out!” Ariala screamed frightfully. Everyone threw their attention on the old mage in time to see Dyzynas break through his barrier and defy all they knew about magic and Marabus’s control over it…

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