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After the new years online event there was a twitter space where people talked about what kind of anthologies they want to see and maid leon was one of them so… had to doodle
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YANDERE BARBARIAN BAKUGO X READER
The king of the most violent and powerful tribe in the eastern world is captured during battle by a small farmers village. What does a violent man like katsuki bakugo do upon meeting a kind servant girl like you?
WARNINGS: reader gets hurt by villagers (bakugo saves her)
He couldn't remember how long he had been here, he just knew it was cold, dark, unsanitary, and painful. He remembered the battle that put him here, getting shot with a poison-laced arrow, feinting on the field. Heh. imagine it, the great barbarian Bakugo, the children's slayer, the village burner, the soldier slaughterer falling because of one puny arrow from one puny kingdom. When he first had woken up he could feel the slick of his blood under him mixed with the dirt and grime of the cell, he had giant iron cuffs wrapping his wrists and legs, binding him to the floor. He couldn't blame these people, truly, they knew that once he woke up if he were to get out they were all as good as slaughtered.
It was a small stone dungeon, with only a couple of stalls, he occupying one of them. There was a small barred window, along with a wall of iron bars serving as protection from him and the rest of the world. Iron, he hated the stuff, and banned it from his country, it burned him, burned his people. There was a thick, damp smell of blood and rust, a musty smell he could easily recognize as death. He would carve every person in this building up, then burn every building in the village, and he would let the fire spread to their fields and watch as their lives work shrivels up into ash. But for now, He would wait for the perfect time to strike, all he could do was wait really, watch the guard rotation, see which ones were talkative, and which ones were cruel.
Many of the guards would beat him, carve his skin, and watch him bleed, they know of all the gruesome things he has done to so very many people, and supposedly the bastards feel some kind of idiotic vengeance or justice for those people. They would pay in the long run, who exactly do they think they are? he is a king, royalty, the highest of the highest, the strongest too. If he doesn't kill them his people will, they'll see. All the king could do was watch, wait, and plot the splattering of this village.
That was, until you came along.
Little you, in your flowy little skirt that was all torn up, with no shoes and a dirt-covered face. Little you with your oh-so-innocent smile, and your callused hands. Little you with your malnourished body, frail and sickly. Little you, who had no idea who he was. Little you who snuck in when no guard was on duty, a small bowl of soup in your hands, and a cup of water.
“I-im sorry that this is all I have, I know you haven't eaten in a long time I just- I’ll have more tomorrow” you whispered, and he swore he fell in love right then and there, you were too frail, too weak to be giving out food that you surely needed. Yet here you were, shakily handing him the bowl and the cup. He stared at you for a solid second, not even his own mother was this selfless, and you don't even know him. Who were you? You did not seem like aristocracy, too kind, maybe a farmer? Maybe a maid, a servant even.
He hadn't realized how hungry he was, not until the entire bowl and cup were gone, and he was left to stare at you. You were ethereal, dirt-covered and all, your eyes, your hair, your hands, everything, absolutely stunning. You had a look in your eyes. Something hungry and fearful told him that you were not happy, not safe and sound, not as you should be.
“I don't have anything to treat your wound, but- I'm sorry. Nobody should be treated this way, not even prisoners. I'll be back tomorrow, please don't tell the guards that I've done this. They will kill me.” you whispered, cautiously reaching to grab the glassware from his grip, waiting to see if he would snap at you. He didn't, only stared, grunting in response to your plea. You stared back with those sympathetic globes of yours, as if you could see the anger in his soul. Before turning on your heel, and quietly sneaking out of the dungeon room, you gave him one last glance before disappearing.
He was left in the quiet, in the cold, falling head over heels in love with you, a mere human. A peasant at that. Strange. You were too sweet, too kind, you clearly needed the food, clearly were starving and malnourished, yet you still stood here and offered your only food to him, a prisoner of war, you were so sweet. So kind. His people were not like you, they were not soft or sweet, he loved them for it, but you, oh you. You were soft and supple and sweet andso sickeningly kind. He would protect you, he has too.
The next couple of nights went similarly, you sneaking in during the dead hours following midnight with varying foods, sometimes a stale loaf of bread with milk, sometimes some leafy soup and water. He was grateful every time, thankful that he wasn't starving, still burning with absolute rage towards the mere peasants who believed that they could contain him. But you, in the very few days that he had known you, had wormed your way into his heart with your soft hands and pretty smile.
He can just imagine you adorned in stolen jewels and furs, dressed in the finest silk, or better, the clothes of his people. something soft like you, something pretty and supple and shiny and light. Something that reflects you, he would take you out of those rags, clean you up, teach you what luxury truly is. and you wouldnt have to lift a finger. he dreamed about your future everyday that you would visit, asking your favorite color or season or jewel.
That was, until you stopped showing up. No more quiet hours gazing at each other, no more shared food and drink, no more listening to you quietly talk about your life, no more sympathetic glances, no more questions about him from you, no more answers from him. It was like you had disappeared entirely, and back to his old routine of watching and observing the guards had begun once more. He had to admit it kind of hurt, having the only good thing here disappear entirely, he resented this place more, resented you.
He hated you, how could you leave him? You, a servant girl abandoning a king. Funny, hilarious, he sat in a pool of blood and hatred thinking about you, about this town, about the people who put him here, who chained him to the floor and watched him bleed out, this city will burn. And burn and burn and burn and burn and burn, his people would tear it apart until it was nothing but ash and blood-
What tore him out of his internal monologue was a pained scream, but not just anybody, he didn't know anybody in the town, it was yours. With that whispery rasp that you had from overexertion, and that neverending fear that dripped from your tone. He stood up to stare through the small window, only to see you on the ground, surrounded by many people, all bigger and stronger than you, yelling and screaming.
“It's her, the traitor!”
“She has been feeding the enemy, treason, treason I say!”
“She should be beheaded, the traitor.”
You let another scream ring out through the town center as one of the men brought their boot down on your bare foot, he could hear the crunch followed by another scream. The first kick sparked more from other men as they brought their feet down on frail little ou, you slowly reverted into a fetal position, lying in the dirt as they beat you relentlessly. He saw red, crimson blinding him and overflowing all of his senses. How could they? You did nothing, you knew nothing. You were just a sweet, innocent little human who knew no better, who were they to punish you, to beat you so cruelly? You were thin and frail and he could hear each one of your bones cracking and breaking into pieces.
He saw bright ruby red, anger wasn’t the word, absolute rage is a better way to put it.
Red red red red red red red red red
He didn't even realize he had broken from his chains till his legs were moving,
Red
He didn’t even feel the burn of the iron till the bars holding him were bent out of shape and twisted
Red
He didn’t realize they were all dead till his hands were stained with that bright crimson color he loved so much- you guessed it, red
He killed them all, so painfully, knuckles crunching skulls and tearing off limbs, pulling people apart faster than any wolf or bear could even try to. The thrill of freedom mixed with rage and pure anger let him revert to the ways of his homeland, back to the thrilling violence and electrifying feeling of tearing another apart. He enjoyed it, enjoyed tearing them limb from limb and watching them bleed as they had done to him. He cackled as they screamed in terror, relishing in their fear.
You watched deliriously, you had lost too much blood in too short of a time, and you were positive that you had many many broken bones, pain overcame you as you watched the bloodshed in front of you, your vision was blurry and shaking but you could tell that somebody was strong, and enjoying violence. Fear budded in the back of your brain, he was enjoying this, enjoying their pain, he would hurt you just the same, kill you, and relish in it.
You hadn’t known who he was, you swore to the village leaders, swore that you just felt bad for the poor starving man in the dungeons who seemed to gentle and sweet, they hadn’t cared. You were to be burned or drowned or noosed they said. But a death like this, at the hand of a man you had been fooled to be sweet? That was worse. Oh god, oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god you were going to die
Your breath became shallow, both because of what was surely a punctured lung, but also because of the slowly approaching footsteps crunching on the dirt. A small whimper escaped you as the figure towered over you, and your hands came up to shield your face from the blow that was surely to come.
But Instead of a painful ending blow, arms wrapped under you and hoisted you up, you never realized how tall this man was. Naturally, you curled into his warmth and tried not to think about how sticky his hands were with blood. your breath hitched as he squeezed you closer with calloused rough hands. Tears washed down your face, you were quivering, shaking in fear.
“P-please-“ you quivered out. Hand moving up to push him away, your statement had many meanings, to beg for your life, to beg him to put you down, to beg him to leave you and your village alone, to beg him to forgive you. He stared down at you with crimson eyes, a sudden softness overcoming them, more than he thought he could have.
“Don’t you worry baby,
I’ll take good care of ya”
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Cute
Anyway enjoy, I noticed a lack of barbarian bakugo content on here so I figured I would add some fuel to the fire.
Love you all, make sure to have a great day!
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𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
warnings : super long word count almost 8k, mildly suggestive content, power dynamics, toxic, little ooc, as alway not really proofread because I work in corporate america.
notes : you guys ever played those samurai otomoe games? yeah this is that. this is most definitely not historically accurate lmao and i don't intend it to be. and this is a weird mixture of sengoku period mixed with jjk's whole magic/curse system type of fantasy au. also reader is given a last name just to make it easier!! demons = cursed spirits.
synopsis : satoru gojo is a samurai warlord, he has an abundance of women wrapped around his fingers but none interest him as much as a certain servant girl who cares for the Fushiguro's. her innocent nature and lack of interest in him drives satoru crazy. he wants nothing more than to make this servant girl fall for him like every other woman who was crossed his path. but eventually he realizes his feelings for her are different; it wasn't a game anymore. satoru had fallen in love with her.
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Satoru Gojo a well respected and feared warlord, tales that he was the strongest samurai and curse user to ever live followed in his wake. But he was also known as a womanizer, anyone woman would dream to get his attention even if for a few moments. But to you, he was Lord Gojo your employer you couldn't even fathom ever receiving his a glance from him so you chose to not pay attention to those types of things. You had been working as a servant—maid at the Gojo castle ever since you were nine years old; sold to pay off your family's debt despite you being an orphan from the countless battles that always raged on. But you didn't mind, the castle was nice the Gojo clan treated their staff well so you didn't mind living here after all this was really the only place you've ever known. You sat on the indoor patio overlooking the garden, humming softly to yourself embroidering a dress that you had been working on for a few months now. It was when you heard a commotion and out came from around the corner an older servant lady she looked angered, "I'm over that child !______! You take care of him. He has no manners unlike his sister!" She shouted storming towards you. You raised a brow, "Huh Miss Yoko...what are you talking about?" You asked eying her curiously. "Fushiguro—Megumi. He's ill-behaved I refuse to take care of him anymore plus he seems to like you more. I'm going to talk to Lady Ieiri, go see if you can handle him." She ordered as she stomped away. You sighed standing to your feet, leaving your dress folded away in the corner.
You walked down the bustling hallways of the castle towards the young lord's room. "Lord Fushiguro." You called out knocking on the paper door. "What?! Leave me alone." The young boy grumbled. You rolled your eyes, "I'm not here to lecture you just to just to talk." You said. The door slammed open revealing the short raven hair child, his brows were furrowed and he was pouting. You smiled softly leaning down to meet his eye level, resting your hands on your knees. "Fushiguro. What did you do to make Miss Yoko mad?" You asked. He clicked his tongue in annoyance crossing his arms avoiding your gaze. Reaching out to poked his cheek, "Aw come on don't treat me that way. Tell me." You asked once again this time poking his side. Finally Megumi cracked a smile swatting your hand away. "Old hag—" he began. "Fushiguro!" You gasped playfully slapping his hand for his bad language. He continued not paying much attention to your dramatic gasp, "...was getting on my nerves. She was ranting about how I don't deserve to be in the Gojo clan because apparently I'm a bad kid. I need to be more like Tsumiki. Well I told her to fu—" you cut him off by cupping a hand over his mouth wagging a finger in his face. "Fushi! No! Bad!" You scolded. God this child had a mouth on him. Where did he learn it from? You thought standing to your feet. You crossed your arms tapping your foot against the wooden floor, "You really can't talk like that. It does look bad for the clan." You reminded him. "Well that freak Gojo talks casually and he sleeps with everyone woman he looks at!" Megumi retorted. Sighing you ruffled his hair, "Stop it. It's almost time for dinner and I have to go help with the kitchen duties. Go find your sister and stop talking like that." You said placing a hand on his back giving him a light shove to send him on his way to find his sister.
You watched as his little body ran off down the halls before you made your way towards the kitchen. For some reason you had been assigned to help care for the Fushiguro children that had been adopted into the Gojo clan but Megumi had taken a specific liking to you which in turn made you one of the few people who he would listen to—tolerate.
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Dinner went by without any problems and now you were walking back towards your shared room. The sun had long set by now another day full of chores was complete all you wanted to do was sleep before it was time to repeat the cycle again tomorrow. The halls were quiet most had already retired to their rooms for the nights. Yawning you rubbed your eyes lazily dragging your feet against the floor. "Hey." A voice called out causing you to stop. You fanned your hand in front of your face as you finished your yawning, tears pricked the corner of your eyes as your vision focused on the man standing in front of you. "Yes?" You asked. "This yours?" The man asked handing you a bundle of cloth. Your eyes widened as you quickly took it from him, it was your dress you had been seeing earlier. You looked up too see non other than Satoru Gojo, quickly you bowed your head. "I'm so sorry milord for leaving my garbage out. Please forgive me." You said. Gojo stood there for a few moments before laughing, "It's obviously not garbage. I was walking with Megumi and had found it, think it fell in the garden. He said it was probably yours." He explained. You slowly looked up at him, "You know who I am?" You asked.
The white haired lord nodded, "Duh. Megumi talks about you a lot. Think you remind him of his mom or something." Gojo said nonchalantly. You were shocked that Megumi talked so highly of you especially to the head of the clan. It was even more surprising Gojo was even speaking to you, this was the first time he had ever even exchanged words with you—despite all your years working here. "O-oh I see. I suppose that's a good thing?" You shrugged a shoulder looking at him confused. Gojo looked at your for few more moments as you squirmed awkwardly under his intense gaze. "W...well I should be going now. Have a good night milord." You bowed dismissing yourself before scurrying away. Gojo watched as you ran off, he groaned rubbing the back of his head, "Fucked that up didn't I?" He muttered to himself.
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You had soon forgotten your encounter with Satoru Gojo as other things preoccupied your mind. The next time you encountered the man was a couple weeks later when you were cleaning the hallways where his chambers resided. You scrubbed on your knees, the brush sliding back and forth along the wooden floor. Your kimono sleeves were rolled up and your dress was pulled up higher than usual as to not get it wet. "I prefer my women to be more modest." A voice said from behind you. You jumped in surprise sending the brush flying across the hallway, groaning in frustration you sat up looking to see had spoken to you. "Why does it matter what you prefer?" You began voice clearly laced with annoyance and frustration. It was non other than Lord Gojo hovering above you a lazy smirk plastered on his pale face. As usual his kimono was half opened exposing his muscular chest, his hand limply slipped inside the fabric. "It matters because I'm the Lord of this castle." He replied back his voice was playful. You weren't in the mood to play games as you had been painstakingly hand washing the floors of this offensively large castle. "I'm sorry I'm not up your standards Lord Gojo. I'm cleaning the last thing I was worried about was my modesty." You apologized half heartedly waiting for him to hurry up and go to his room at the end of the hall.
Gojo leaned against the wall watching you intensely, "How come I've never noticed how cute you were before ______— can I call you that? I like it more than Hachisu." He asked seemingly to ignore your previous comment. You were taken aback by his casualness on calling you by your first name, "I suppose you can call me whatever you'd like my lord. As for your previous question...probably because I'm a servant." You said looking at him with a blank expression. "That's a shame. I guess I should of paid more attention to the servants if you were amongst them. Care to join me in my room for a cup of sake?" He asked. You hummed in reply, "Mmm...I'd rather not. I'm awfully busy today. Thank you for the generous offer though." You tried to politely decline his request as you were not in the mood for meaningless chit chat. Gojo sighed shrugging his shoulders a look of defeat on his face, "You're missing out but the offer is always there ______ my room is always open to you~" he said before walking into his room shutting the doors behind him. Shaking your head you went back to work rewashing the spots he had just walked on.
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You sat on the tatami floor with Megumi sitting in between your legs as your brushed his wet hair. He had just taken a bath and you made it your goal to tame his wild hair. You sang softly under your breath as you ran the comb though his hair. "Master Gojo always keeps bugging me with questions about you all of sudden." Megumi said. You stopped singing and brushing his hair, "Why's that?" You asked curiously. The boy shrugged, "Dunno. You've been taking care of me for the past two years don't know why he's suddenly interested in you. Did you do something?" He asked. You raised a brow shaking your head, "No don't think so. Didn't think he'd care about a servant girl enough to ask questions." You replied. It was strange but you figured you were his newest interest and soon he'd be bored of you moving onto to the next girl. You patted Megumi's shoulder, "Up. Go lay down so I can tuck you in. You've got a big day tomorrow after all, you'll be training with Lord Geto." You smiled moving on from the topic. Megumi mumbled under his breath slowly crawling towards his futon. He slipped under the covers and reached for a book beside him, "Can you help me read this tonight ______?" He asked waving the book in your face. You took it from him as you began to flip through the pages a frown slowly replacing your warm smile. "I..I'm sorry Megumi. I can't read this it's too advanced for me. I'll ask Miss Ieiri if she knows someone who can read this." You said embarrassedly. Megumi took the book from you laying it beside him, "It's fine ______. I'll just go to bed." He said disappointedly rolling to face the other way. You sighed tucking him in, "Sleep well young lord." You said softly before standing up to blow out the candles and leaving his room. Before you slid the door shut Megumi called out to you quietly, "You're more than a servant to me ______. Don't let that weirdo make you feel otherwise." He mumbled. "Thank you Megumi." You smiled sliding the door shut.
You walked down the hall as tears threatened to spill, that was the kindest words that had ever been said to you before from a noble and it came from a child. The tears slowly ran down your cheeks as you wiped your eyes with the fabric of your sleeve. "Why are you crying?" Gojo's voice asked, "Megumi say something rude?" He asked snapping you out of your self pity party. You looked up at the man blinking away the tears, "No. I'm not crying just got something in my eye." You quickly said. Gojo clicked his tongue in annoyance, "You're bad a lying." He smirked. "It's really none of your concern Lord Gojo." You snapped trying to walk past him but he grabbed your wrists pinning you against the bamboo wall. He hovered above you with your hands pinned above your head, his face close to yours. "I order you to talk to me ______. Don't disobey your master now." His voice was low. His crystal blue eyes peered into your own eyes. You stared at him shock, your heart was beating loudly and quickly. "Go ahead speak." He smirked. Suddenly rage gripped you and you squirmed out of his strong grip pushing him with all your might, "Fine if you really want to know my lord! I'm an idiot I can't read above a young child's level. Not that that would be something that ever cross your noble mind." You shouted. Candles flickered on from the rooms that lined the hallways but you could care less. Gojo looked at you his eyes widened in shock, he stepped towards you. But you reached out slapping him across the face before storming off; right now you didn't care about the consequences of your actions. You could care less that you slapped the most feared lord in all of the Japan across the face.
"You want me to get her Satoru?" Suguru Geto stepped out his room. "Huh why are you grinning like an idiot?" Out came Shoko Ieiri yawning. Gojo stood there with a grin on his face he shook his head, "No leave her be." He waved his hand dismissively at the two before walking off. The raven haired man exchanged a look of confusion with the brunette beside him. "He turned off his infinity almost like he wanted to be slapped. What a freak." Shoko smirked before shrugging it off heading back into her room. Geto soon following after her, returning back to his room. Sometimes Satoru was impossible to read.
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When morning came the whole castle knew about you slapping Gojo across the face. The women you shared with a room with scolded you all morning long about just how awful you were. So as an unofficial punishment for daring to lay a hand on the beautiful warlord who had so graciously turned off his infinity for you, you were put to work outside. You breathed heavily as you carried large bags of rice from a supply cart all the way into the kitchen. This work was typically left to the men so you were completely unfit for the job. As you began to stumble losing your balance you felt the weight lifted off, you collapsed to the ground catching your breath. "Jealous old maids sending you to do men's work they should be ashamed of themselves." A familiar voice said clicking his tongue. You looked up seeing white hair glistening under the sunlight, the bags of rice you were carrying were slung over his shoulder, you hung your head low sighing. "It's my punishment for laying a hand on you. I won't apologize so just deal with me as you see fit Lord Gojo." You mumbled as you looked at the grass. Gojo laughed, "I don't expect you to apologize I've come here to tell you something. Stand up." He said. Slowly you stood to your feet still avoiding eye contact with him.
Gojo raised a brow, he wasn't used to seeing you mope around. "I've decided I'll give you reading and writing lessons. Every night after your dinner come see me in my room." He said. You looked up at him, he smiled warmly at you it seemed so genuine like he wasn't mocking or taking pity on you. "Are you serious?" You asked is disbelief. He nodded, "One hundred percent serious ______. Also take the rest of the day off, I'll handle the rest of your workload." Gojo said. You just stared at him you were certainly expecting him to kick you out of the castle onto the streets yet here he was offering you lessons. "Well go on." He smirked shooing you way. Without another word you bowed your head before scrambling off.
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You could hardly stomach your dinner, the other servants were now completely avoiding you gossiping. "How dare she let Lord Gojo do her chores?" One whispered rather loudly while glaring at you. "She's not even that cute yet Lord Gojo let her get away with slapping him and now she's invited to his quarters?" Another one said. You prayed dinner would be over soon so you could escape from their harsh words.
As soon as dinner was done you quickly cleaned up your mess before rushing up the stairs to the top floor where Lord Gojo's room was. You paced impatiently up and down the hall biting your fingernails. "Oh you're early. Someone's a little eager." Gojo's voice echoed through the quiet halls that same devilish smirk playing on his lips. You nodded, "I couldn't get away fast enough. Thanks to you taking over my chores today the other women won't stop talking badly about me. I wouldn't be surprised if they threw out my things out when I return for bed." You snapped. Gojo slowly nodded, "Ah I see. Fine I'll make arrangements. You can sleep in one of the guest rooms on this floor." He said before walking past you into his room motioning for you to follow. "Sit ______." He ordered pointing at a cushion on the floor in front of his desk. You nodded getting to your knees your hands folded in your lap nervously. You watched as Gojo rummaged through a bookshelf but he pulled a thin book. He sat down beside you sliding the book at you, "Open it and read as much as you can. Just so I can gauge where you're at." He said.
Your hands were shaking as you slowly opened the book, your eyes scanning over the characters on the page. Gulping you looked at him he nodded in encouragement. Your index finger slowly began to trace along the word as you tried sounding out the syllables, "As..I..tu..turn my gaze...up...up.." you came to a bump you looked at Gojo for help. "Just keep going skip what you don't know." He encouraged. You nodded, "As I turn my gaze up...and see the...moon...i am...of the...of the...woman...i...see.." you concluded looking at him with a defeated expression. Gojo only smiled warmly at you, "Not bad for your first time reading poetry. Here let me help you." He said leaning over placing his hand on top of yours, his index finger resting on top of yours as he traced under the words. You felt your face heat up by how close he was but you focused on the words in front of you. "As I turn my gaze upward...and I see the crescent moon...I am reminded...of the trailing eyebrows of the woman I saw but once." He finished though he didn't let go of your hand and his chest was still pressed against your arm. "What does that even mean?" You asked not really getting the poem. Gojo let go of your hand and shrugged, "Dunno some sappy love poem. Seems to be the only thing people want to write these days. Anyways let do another." He suggested flipping the page never moving away from you, not that you minded.
You spent all night reading and writing you weren't sure when you fell asleep but Gojo had noticed you nodding off as he was writing something for you to read. When he looked up from his brush he saw you sitting up still, eyes closed as you breathed softly you were asleep. He chuckled standing up scooping you in his arms before placing you on his own futon being sure to tuck you in. That night Gojo opted to sleep on the tatami floor making sure to keep a comfortable distance away from you.
When you awoke you were in an unfamiliar room and a very comfortable bed. You rubbed your eyes as you adjusted to the lightening. You were still in Gojo's room you quickly scrambled out of bed looking around for the white haired warlord but he was nowhere to be seen. Running a hand through your hair you huffed, "I have to sneak out of here." You muttered. The last thing you wanted was more rumors going on about you. You listened for footsteps and when the coast seemed cleared you sneaked out and downstairs just in time for breakfast.
No one seemed to notice your absence but you couldn't help but notice Gojo was nowhere to be seen. As you began washing yourself up after breakfast you then walked to Megumi's room to get him ready for his training with Lord Geto. Tsumiki was also in the room as she brushed through her brother's hair. "______!" Megumi shouted when he spotted you. Tsumiki held him still as she continued to comb his hair, "Good morning Miss ______." She greeted flashing you a smile. You bowed at the two walking over, "Here I'll finish up Lady Tsumiki. You should go get ready for your day." You smiled she nodded leaving you two alone. It didn't take until you finished dressing Megumi and sending him on his way to find Geto. The rest of your day you spent doing chores.
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When night came you went to Gojo's bedroom and continued on with your lessons it was apart of your daily routine and had been for nearly a month now. Though you were still stuck in the servant quarters the other had begun to just ignore you which you thought was better than getting gossiped about. You were becoming more comfortable around Gojo and you realized he wasn't all too bad, beneath the surface level of his womanizer playful personality, was someone who was an intellect and kind. It seemed like he just wanted company more than anything. As you fished wrapping up your lessons for the night Gojo stopped you grabbing your wrist, "Sit with me for a moment ______." He said taking a sip of sake. You obliged, "What is it my lord?" You asked tilting your head curiously.
Gojo's face looked unsure and it was completely serious for once, his brows furrowed. "______, take care of Megumi and Tsumiki for me while I'm away. You see...Megumi comes from the Zenin clan I made a promise with his father to protect him. He trusts you I can tell." He said. You frowned, "What's this all about is something happening to you?" You asked. Gojo shook his head white strands of hair falling in front of his ocean blue eyes, "Nah I'll just be away for a while starting tomorrow. So our lessons will be postponed. Strong Demons are lurking near the Northern territories along with people who wish to overthrow me. I'll be taking the army to handle any plot of rebellion. I expect when I get back you'll be able to write your own poem." He smirked letting go of your wrist. Things had been so peaceful lately it was only a matter of time before the men would be going back to war. "Okay I promise to take care of Megumi and Tsumiki, not like I haven't been anyways. And I promise to have a poem written for you upon your arrival." You grinned and with that you two wished one another a good night.
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A month had passed before Gojo's army returned in the middle of the night. The men were wounded but yet they were in high spirits; the battle was victorious despite their injuries. The castle was in utter disarray as the servant women ran about clearing rooms to make makeshift infirmaries for all the wounded. Shoko was running about to mend the soldiers wounds. And for you, You sat in a storage room that was turned into a makeshift infirmary. placing a warm damp rag onto of the man's forehead you tried to comfort him as a another woman stitched his cut together, "You'll feel better soon. Just relax." You said as you cleaned his body of dried blood. You weren't a medic so you felt useless, "______, go fetch some clean rags." The older woman ordered. You nodded standing up leaving the room to search for any remaining clean cloths. As you searched the halls you were stopped by Geto, "______, go see Lord Gojo in his chambers." He said. You looked at the raven haired man, he looked fine for the most part a few cuts and bruises but otherwise well. "I will once I find some cloth—" you began but was cut off. "No I'll go fetch some. Who was needing it?" Geto asked. "Miss Yoko..she's in the storage shed." You said. Geto nodded motioning with his hand for you to go to Gojo. You bowed before quickly climbing the stairs up to Gojo's room.
The commotion from downstairs did not make its way up the top floor where Gojo resided. It was quiet not a single candle was lit, the hallway was dark it was eerie. You slowly walked down the hall finally coming to a stop in front the paper sliding doors of Gojo's room. "Lord Gojo..you called for me?" You called out awaiting his response. But when you didn't hear anything after a couple minutes you took it upon yourself to enter the room. Slowly you slid the door open being sure to slide it back shut once you stepped into the room. It was much like the hallway, dark and quiet but upon listening you heard the sound of running water.
"_______, is that you?" Gojo's voice called out from behind another door. "Y-yes milord!" You replied following the sound of his voice. He must of been in the bath but why he was asking for you was unbeknownst to you. "Come here." Gojo ordered but his voice sounded weaker than usual less playful. Taking a deep breath you slid the door open a wave of steam hitting your face. You closed your eyes as you followed along the wall, "Okay I'm here. What did you need?" You asked. "Open your eyes ______, I need your help. Don't worry I'm decent." He said. Pulling your hands to cover your eyes you peaked through your fingers just to be sure that Gojo was decent. He sat on the ledge of wooden bathtub, his legs were half in the water, a towel wrapped around his waist. His head was hung low as his wet white hair clung to his pale skin. It was then you noticed his body was littered in deep bloody gashes. You gasped in shock, Gojo only chuckled, "Yeah I got the worse of it. I just need your help dressing the wounds and applying the medicinal treatment." He said motioning for you to come over, "There I laid out all the things. I'll walk you through it." He said.
You shook your head, "Wouldn't Miss Ieiri be more suitable for this? I can't heal wounds with a touch like she can." You tried to reason. You had no medical knowledge you were just a simple girl from a small village. Gojo clicked his tongue in annoyance, "I know but she needs to focus on the others plus I don't want to worry anyone, you know. if the men see their leader injured might ruin morale, might cause people to see me as weak. Just grab that rag ______ and apply that cream then bandaged the cut." He said pointing his finger at each item. Sighing nervously you picked up clean rag and placed the cream on it as ordered and gently began to dab the gash on his shoulder. He winced hissing through his teeth, you paused afraid you were doing something wrong. "It's fine keep going." He hissed. After what felt like hours you were finally done taking a step back you now got a full view of just how injured Gojo had gotten. His body was covered in bandages some already beginning to turn a pale red as the blood seeped through. "All done my lord. What else can I get you?" You asked beginning to clean up the area.
Gojo stood to his feet, his towel hanging loosely on his waist. "My clothes. I'm going to bed." He ordered walking past you out of the bath room and into his room. You nodded and quickly rummaged through his closet before finally pulling out a robe handing it to him. He thanked you turning around and dropping his towel. You let out a surprised yelp as you covered your eyes. Gojo didn't say anything else as he laid down onto his futon closing his eyes. You took it as your queue to leave him be as you quietly made your way out of his room you heard his soft voice call out. "Thank you ______. You're a good girl." He said. You raised your brows shaking your head, "Goodnight Lord Gojo." You whispered in reply leaving his room and returning back to the infirmary to help out you had a long night ahead of you.
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Your nightly routine of lessons with Gojo were postponed replaced by nightly sessions of you mending his wounds, he was healing incredibly slow and refused to ask for Shoko's aid. tonight was like the previous ones before. Gojo sat on the tatami floors of his chambers, his robe pulled down to waist as you gently cleaned and rebandaged his wounds. You had learned of what exactly transpired that night which caused more than half the army to be injured in some way. They were ambushed on their way back to the capital by demons and amongst those demons were people who seemed to have tamed them. Gojo ordered the army back to the capital in fear that the castle had been invaded while he stayed back to finish them off which he to no one's surprise. When he had caught up with the army Geto was waiting and quickly brought Gojo to his chambers to avoid the other men from seeing just how injured he was. Gojo then asked for your assistance only. Which brought you to your current question, "Lord Gojo...why did you ask for me and not one of the other servants who have more medical knowledge?" You asked softly as you tightened the bandage around his bicep.
Gojo sipped on a cup of sake and shrugged, "You're the only one I felt I could trust. You treat me like an actual human unlike a lot of the other women around here. I wasn't in the mood for meaningless praise and pity while I was patched up. I knew you wouldn't do that so I asked for you." He answered nonchalantly. You looked up at him, the side profile of his face was illuminated by the dim candle light and the moon's glow. He looked surreal—ethereal it was no wonder why woman threw themselves at him and his flirtatious personality certainly didn't help. You'd be lying if you said you didn't find Gojo attractive, but you didn't throw yourself at him because you felt like he would use you despite how close you two had been getting. You were from a poor household, an orphan. You were a servant girl made to serve someone with a higher status than you for the rest of your life so why would you waste your time on even imagining anything with someone of Satoru Gojo's status?
Finally you replied, "Ah I see that makes sense. Well I'm glad I can be of some use to you." You smiled weakly as you pulled Gojo's robe back up to cover him from the cold breeze. He eyed your from the side watching as you began to clean up stacking bloodied rags onto a tray. "Are you leaving?" He asked. You nodded, "Yes, I'll be back in the morning." You smiled at him. He sat the cup of sake down and grabbed your hand, "Stay with me tonight. I'm tired of sleeping alone." He pleaded his voice was uncharacteristically soft. You gazed into his eyes for some time trying to guess his intentions but you gave in sitting the tray down on the table. "Very well. Here let me fix your bed. I can tell you've drank too much." You scolded gently. As you changed the sheets into new ones you patted the pillow, "Come on Lord Gojo. Let's go to sleep." You motioned for him to come over. As he downed the last of his sake he made his way over to the bed promptly falling down and pulling the covers over him. As you began to make your own bed beside him he grabbed your hand pulling you onto the bed. Wrapping his arms around your waist he nuzzled against your neck, his warm breath against your ear. "Stop calling my Lord Gojo..aren't we close enough yet you can call me Satoru? I call you ______ after all." He slurred in his half asleep and awake drunken state.
You felt butterflies in your stomach as you tried to control your nerves. Your hand was placed instinctively on top of strong forearms. Satoru held onto you like he was afraid you'd disappear, his body was pressed against your back. "O-okay Satoru." You stammered it felt so odd to refer to him so casually, it felt wrong in a way. Here you were a peasant girl laying in the same bed with the most important man in all of Japan. "I like that. Makes me feel good to hear you say my name." He purred. His hands slowly left your waist as one began to trail up your body and the other hand down your body. You let out a gasp as your felt his hand brush against your thigh, "L-lord gojo!" You hissed. He squeezed your thigh, "Saaatoooruuuu." He reminded, "I dreamt about sleeping next to you when I was away ______. Don't you know I'm in loovvve with you. I haven't even slept with any woman in months because of you." He slurred. Your eyes widened, "Satoru you're drunk don't say such things." You whispered grabbing his exploring hands and placing them back on your waist. He whined, "I'm being serious ______. Have you not realized I never have my Infinity on when I'm around you." He poured. You laid with him in silence and you realized he had fallen asleep. You felt like it was impossible to sleep after what had just happened but eventually you drifted away.
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Morning came and when you had awoken you were still being held by Satoru. You stirred letting out a yawn. He was warm and you felt safe in his arms. "______, you're awake?" His groggy voice asked. You felt his grip tighten around you, "Just lay with me for a bit." He pleaded. You nodded, "Of course." More silence passed before he spoke again. "I was always adored because of who I was. From the day I was born I was told I would unite Japan. I've been treated like a king since the day I was born. It's tiresome dealing with the constant praise and yes men around me. I have been with countless women, spoke to so many but none of them ever treated me like you have. You're different, you're special _______. I was afraid to admit it at first but I think I've fallen in love with you. You treat me as an equal and see me for who I am." Satoru said softly his fists clenched as he balled up the fabric of your dress. You couldn't believe the words that were just said to you, Satoru Gojo was in love with you?! You pried yourself from his grip sitting up, he followed suit. "You think I'm lying don't you? That I just want to sleep with you?" He asked. You slowly nodded, "Y-yes I don't see any other reason why you'd say you were in love with me." You replied.
Satoru leaned forward, brushing your bangs out of your face with his slender fingers, "I'm being serious. I don't know what I have to do to prove it." He frowned. You shook your head, "I'm not sure. Please give me some time to think this through." You said quickly getting to your feet and rushing out of the room.
You don't know how long you walked for until you finally collapsed to your knees near a stream. You sighed placing your hand over your chest. This was overwhelming, Satoru seemed so genuine in the way he spoke you really didn't think he was lying trying to manipulate you. You couldn't figure out why you weren't happy, you had come to look forward to his company so now when he was confessing his love for you why were you running away? You sighed, you knew why—you were trying to save his reputation. It would look awful on the Gojo clan for their head to be in love with a servant girl. It was awful—it wasn't fair. You sat at the waters edge skipping stones. the noise of cicadas chirping and the sound of flowing water was all you could hear. You weren't even sure how far you had wandered away from the castle, you just kept walking until your feet ached.
As the sun began to slowly set you watched as the skies turned shades of pink, orange, and blue. You'd have to get back soon it wasn't safe to wander in the woods after dark especially for someone like you with no cursed abilities. Slipping back on your sandals you began walking began to head back the sound of crickets beginning to chirp. It was strange one moment the sun was still out albeit it was setting and then next it was pitch black only the light of fireflies guiding your way. The woods were terrifying in the dark, sounds of rustling all around you frightened you. The path was hard to see, you we're beginning to think you were lost. As your body began to shake you leaned against a tree of support; maybe it was best to stay in one place for tonight and try again tomorrow. You don't know how long you sat against the tree, your knees pulled tightly against your chest as your eyes darted back and forth wildly. It was then you saw a faint glow from a lantern far up ahead, getting to your feet you began to hurriedly make your way towards the light. "Hello! Hello!" You called out picking up the pace. Then suddenly you froze, the sound of crunchy twigs coming from behind you. Something or someone had been following you, too afraid to turn around you began to run as fast as you could. The thing following you also chasing close behind you.
Then you fell, the combination of the uneven terrain and your sandals causing you to twist your ankle falling onto the ground, your knees and palms taking the full force of your weight. You let out a help and hurriedly tried to get back to your feet but suddenly you felt a weight on your back pin you to the ground. An animalistic grunting coming from the thing on your back. It clawed at you as you screamed in pain and fear trying to flip it off of you. Then a purple light illuminated the forest it sent the demon off you. "______! Are you okay?" A familiar voice shouted as they ran to your side. You recognized that voice from anywhere, it was Satoru Gojo. You cried out his name as he fell to his knees embracing you in his arms. Following close behind a group of soldiers. You winced when Satoru's arms touched your back and you pulled away from him. "Satoru. I'm so sorry for running away." You cried as your tears fell to the forest floor.
Satoru's eyes widened when the light from the lanterns had hit your back. Your kimono half shredded exposing you, bloodied claw marks littered your back. He slipped off shawl using it to cover your body. Shouting a few orders you didn't hear before you fainted from blood loss. The white haired lord picked you up in his arms being gentle as to not touch your back.
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When you had awoken you were in a room unfamiliar but that was the least of your worries. Pain coursed through your body nearly knocking the breath out of you. "How are you feeling?" Satoru's soft voice asked as he sat aside the book he was reading to tend to you. When you opened your eyes once again you met his crystal blue orbs gazing worriedly into yours. He had saved you from a demon without hesitation. You felt a strange fuzzy feeling in your stomach, "Satoru...thank you." You said quietly. He smiled, "Of course. I was worried about you _______. You had wandered off pretty from the castle I was worried you had run away or even worse a demon had gotten you. If I hadn't been there...I don't even think about what could happen." Satoru said his voice trailing off at the end. "Anyways Shoko healed your wounds. There's some faint scarring but you'll be fine. You'll be sore for a few days." He explained. You nodded, "I see. I'll have to thank Miss Ieiri later then." You mumbled. You picked at your fingernails awkwardly avoiding his gaze. Patting his knees he stood up to leave, "I'll leave you alone. By the way this is your room now, I had your belongings brought up here. Last thing we need is the others gossiping about you. My room is down the hall." He grinned before leaving the room sliding the paper door shut.
You sat awkwardly in your bed for a long while thinking. It seemed like you were in fact in love with Satoru Gojo and his feelings seemed genuine. Slowly sliding the bed sheets off of your body you stood to your feet wincing making your way out the door. The halls were so quiet up here it was peaceful despite it almost nearing dinner time. You made your way towards the lord of the castle's chambers knocking on the door. "Come in." Satoru's voice called out. You slid open the door stepping inside. He sat in his usual position, kimono half opened, him lazily flipping through a book. Though when he saw you his expression brightened, "______! How you feeling?" He asked quickly getting to his feet walking towards you. You flashed him a weak smile, "I feel better now. I came to talk to you." You began. You could feel your face heating up and heart beating faster. Satoru looked at you curiously urging you to go on. Taking a deep breath you spoke, "I...love you too Satoru. I'm sorry for not saying it before." You said.
His eyes widened and a faint red dusted his cheeks, then in one swift motion he reached forward cupping your face in his hands. He pressed his soft lips against yours. Your hands reached up bawling at the fabric of his robe. It was obvious you were inexperienced; you had never kissed anyone before. But Satoru didn't mind the innocence but just as you began feeling more comfortable he pulled away, he pressed his forward against yours. A smug smirk plastered on his face, "I knew it. I love you too ______." He said voice low. Satoru pressed his lips against yours once again this time he slowly backed you against the wall. You hadn't even realized you were pinned too focused on trying to wrap your mind around what was happening. Satoru's kisses were heated—experienced he bit your lip causing you to gasp and when you did he slipped tongue in. A strange feeling began to emerge in your body as you let out a whimper when his hands left your face and began to move slowly down your throat then onto your collarbones, then finally his strong hands landed on your kimono that was sloppily tied. Slender fingers pawed at the collar of your dress as he worked the fabric off your shoulders. Slowly it began to slip exposing cleavage but he didn't rush yanking the fabric down. He wanted to take his time with you, your hands shook nervously as you continued holding onto the fabric of his top. You
Satoru's lips left yours and moved onto to nipping at your neck then he shoved one leg between yours. You felt something hard—no him against your thigh. You moaned against him. Then just like nothing he pulled away from you letting go of you and backing away. His intense eyes seemed to be examining you; a smug look on his face. He was proud of his work, "We'll have to continue later ______. I hear footsteps coming from the stairs. Probably someone coming to tell us it's dinner time." He said cooly. And he was correct only moments later Geto slid the door open, "Sato—oh shit am I interrupting?" He said as his eyes darted between you and Gojo. Your face was flushed, your top almost pulled off, and you were breathing heavily and on the other hand Satoru's face was slightly flushed but he so smug. Geto got what was happening. Satoru waved his hand dismissively, "Nah. We'll be down there in a minute. ______, will be sitting beside me. Let everyone know this is my fiancé and she'll be treated with respect." He ordered. Geto nodded bowing his head and leaving the room.
Your eyes were wide as you looked at the snow haired lord, "Wha..?" You stammered. He smirked, "Oh thought you would assume I'd make you my wife." He shrugged nonchalantly. Walking towards you he pulled back up your kimono tying it securely before holding out his hand, "Let's go downstairs. I'm starving ______." He said. You took his hand in a daze. You went from an orphaned servant girl to the most important man in Japan's wife; you couldn't necessarily complain about that though.
BONUS :
Megumi glared daggers at Satoru as he ate. Tsumiki nudged her brother's side, "Megumi enough." She scolded quietly. Satoru met the raven haired boy's gaze, "Megumi don't worry. ______, still cares for you." He smiled. You nodded, "I'll still come visit you every morning and evening like always. Promise." You smiled reassuringly at him. Megumi clicked his tongue in annoyance stabbing a carrot with his chop stick, "______, why are you getting married to that weirdo anyways? Master Geto I feel like would be better." He muttered. Satoru and Geto laughed as Tsumiki hung her head in embarrassment. While you looked on fondly, this was your new family and you couldn't be happier.
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_•_•_•_•_•_SEVEN DEADLY SINS_•_•_•_•_•_•_
_PRIDE •WRATH•GLUTTONY•LUST•GREED•ENVY•SLOTH_
(gn!readerXharbingers. title ‘pet’ used,dubious consent(dottore),blood mentions,violence,manipulation,you know the drill)
Pierro feels intense Pride when thinking about his social standing. The first harbinger, the strongest, the most valuable asset to the Tsaritsa. He has everything he could need and more but none of those material goods matter when he has himself. He is typically the voice of reason in harbinger meetings, knocking the other members off of their egotistical thrones. He holds an air of importance, the wise man of the group, but behind closed doors, he admires himself in the mirror, telling you the stories behind each scar littering his toned body. Each battle won, each opponent slaughtered, every fight which led to his current status. ‘You should feel lucky,’ he tells you, gripping your chin- forcing you to meet his gaze ‘Without me, you’d still be rotting in some mud-hole in Mondstadt. I saved you, I made you who you are’. You’ve learned to know that he’s right, he’s taught you to cling to his every word. So you shine his shoes, polish his medals, warm his bed and listen to every heroic tale he tells about himself with wide eyed admiration.
Arlecchino possesses a vengeful spirit. She spits venom at those she dislikes and prays for the demise of those who she disagrees with. Plenty of government officials have peeved her enough that she threatens them behind closed doors, huffing about how they don’t deserve to stand behind those podiums or attend royal balls when they’re such disgusting pigs. She slits the throats of anyone who dares question her authority or collects the eyes of henchmen who dare to look at you without her permission. The eyes in question sit in a jar of water on her desk, floating round and round their glass container. Your stomach flips every time you see them, you feel sick knowing that there are more in there than last time. She interrogates you about any interaction you have with anyone who isn’t her. A chat with the maid, a hushed joke with the butler, a compliment sent to the chef. If she deems an interaction as competition for your affection, those others will feel her Wrath. If you care about the lives of the hired staff or fatui henchmen, you better keep to yourself, don’t look at them, don’t talk to them. Unless you want them to feel the cold metal of your wife’s blade at their neck…
If anyone is the embodiment of Gluttony, it’s Capitano. He doesn’t just fight his enemies, he feasts upon them. He drains their will to live, torments them with the tip of his sword until his prey is begging to be put out of their misery. You see the way he eats his meals, as if he’s been starving for weeks. He viciously cuts into his steak, scarred lips curling up into a wretched smile, those silver teeth glinting in the dark. ‘Why don’t you have some, pet? It’s good~’ he offers you a bite, the gravy spills off of the meat and splats onto the table. He huffs behind the mask, baffled and disappointed when you shake your head. You lean back, refusing to take a bite- you could never stomach it even if you wanted to. With a frustrated growl, he slams his fist down onto the table ‘Whatever, no dinner for you then! Stupid fucking brat- give me that’ he snatches your plate away, dumping its contents onto his own. Blood from the meat splatters up onto his chest and mask, soaking into the white coat he wears. You can’t un-see the way he acted earlier, how hungry he was for battle, how he fought like a bear, covered in blood. The image is burned into your mind… If you think about it much more you’ll be sick…
Dottore’s Lust is insatiable. He lusts for knowledge, for power, for more more more of everything he can get his scarred hands on. He neglects you in favor of spending time in his lab, consulting copies of himself for advice or observing what they do. His little meetings with himself last for hours, sometimes days, and when the fumes become too much or he’s too frustrated with his copies to continue, he seeks you out for stress relief. You hear him before you see him, he’s panting and groaning, kicking the door shut behind him as he approaches the bed where you pretend to sleep. Those gloved hands grope and pinch anywhere they can reach, sharp teeth dig into soft flesh. He doesn’t care that he woke you up to do this, doesn’t care that you’re too tired or too unwell. Right now, he’s lusting for you- nearly drooling at the thought of sinking into you. His mask hides his hungry eyes from view but you know his pupils are blown wide, raking over your exposed body as if it’s the first time he’s seen you this way. When he’s in this state, there isn’t much you can do but submit and hope he’ll be gentle though he never is. Evidence of his lust will always be marked onto you in one way or another
Pantalone has been destined for Greed since childhood. He’s told you his story before, how he grew up in a poor village, watching as his friends gained visions for doing the bare minimum. He succeeded in school, wrote novels worth of economic research, crunched numbers day and night yet no vision came. The glowing orb never appeared in his palm, on his desk or in his pocket. He built himself form the ground up, worked his way through the ranks of the Northland Bank and disposed of his peers who threatened to take a promotion before him. He’s worth billions now, he spends his money on items he doesn’t need to fill that gap in his heart. He possesses so much that his mansion is overly full of trinkets and sparkling decorations. He possesses you too and your neck aches as you’re forced to wear gaudy, heavy jewelry. He keeps his possessions close by, never allowing you to leave his line of sight. You’re all his, everything you own is his. Pantalone has a chokehold on you, your savings, your family’s savings. But it’s never enough. It never will be. He’s greedy, he knows he is, and he accepts it fully, smiling as he fills his pockets with mora and diamonds, holding your hand tightly in his own
Envy flows through Tartaglia’s veins, making his blood thicker and bitter. He paces his room, ranting fiercely ‘Why don’t they see how strong I am? Some girl gets to be Number Four while I’m stuck at Eleven? Put us all in a room together, I’ll come out Number One! You’ll see- they’ll ALL see how terribly the underestimated me!’ He laughs, the awful sound bouncing off the walls of the empty corridor. You awkwardly shift your weight, flinching when he yanks you in by your collar ‘You see how strong I am, right?’ You caress his bloodstained cheek, nodding along, reassuring him that the others don’t know what they’re missing. Ajax is so bitter about his position, he believes he deserves more and he’s jealous of those who rank above him. Now that Signora is dead and Scaramouche is missing, he’s eyeing the Eighth and Sixth spots on the roster, badgering his comrades about dueling regulations. He wants to be the best and won’t let anyone get in his way. You better be his biggest supporter… well… it isn’t like you have a choice
Those who exhibit Sloth are often characterized as sleepy or lazy. An uncommon, but perfect, characterization exists for Scaramouche: apathetic. He shows little emotion, marble eyes stare at you without a hint of concern as you hold your bleeding hand up to him. He rolls his eyes as he wraps your injury and simply discards you once he’s finished the task. You don’t believe he loves you, that he’d care if you died or went away forever to live a life with a better man. He degrades you in his monotone voice, lifeless eyes boring into your very soul as you apologize for speaking out of line. You observe him work, listen to him talk to subordinates. He sounds so bored… Part of you wants to test the waters, to throw a fit so dramatic, so catastrophic that he has to respond. But no matter what you do, no matter your injuries, tears, laughter, proclamations of love… you never get a proper response. A dull ‘love you too’ or ‘get out of my face’ is uttered, emotionless and robotic. Giving up would be the easy way out but maybe, just maybe, you can push things further just out of morbid curiosity. Is there anything you can do to get him to see you? To react to you?
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dark schenider with shinobu!reader headcanons
Warnings: ooc, violence, KNY manga spoilers, Bastard!! anime season two spoilers, mentions of night-terrors and PTSD.
If you are not comfortable reading this type of story, please push the back button and read something more pleasant.
Hey guys, welcome to the fluffier version of the yandere headcanons, featuring the handsome, arrogant wizard Dark Schneider of the Netflix's anime series Bastard!! Heavy Metal, Dark Fantasy and the character!reader who is Shinobi Kocho from the beloved world of Demon Slayer aka Kimetsu no Yaiba! The link to them will be here.
Special thanks to @anniespostssworld for helping me bounce back ideas and scenarios that would work best for these headcanons, so this dedicated to them and to all of the other fellow Bastard!! fans.
If you haven't seen either of these shows, I highly recommend them as to me, they are well worth watching and give me a good laugh after a particularly long day at work. Please bear in mind that Bastard!! might not be suited for everyone and does have some moments that may not be ideal for photosensitive viewers.
So with that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy this ride of heavy metal, magic, and blossoming romance :)
PART TWO
Yoko was starting to worry about you. These last two years hiding in A-Ian-Maide haven’t been easy. Between training and helping the samurai fight back against the Dark Rebel Army, the high priestess barely had time to herself but she did care about you. You and Lucien, that is. If she was lucky, she would see you in the compound’s dining hall or holed up in the medical wing treating patients with that small, patient smile of yours.
Still….she couldn’t help thinking you were actively avoiding her too.
Could it be…that you still carried the guilt of what happened in Meta-llicana in your heart? Is that also why you have been training too? Trying to hone your swordsmanship and expand medical knowledge to the point where Joshua has carried you in his arms, collapsed from utter exhaustion?
How could you even think like that when the downfall of the kingdom wasn’t even your fault? Is that why you looked like you haven’t been sleeping well?
You were being suffocated again. The flowery cologne was the only thing you could smell, tinged with the coppery undertone of your own blood as strong, cold arms held you close to a man whom you despised with your entire being. Douma. Douma, the cult leader who had devoured his followers as a way of showing them true enlightenment even when he didn’t believe in the gods or the afterlife. Douma, the monster who murdered Kanae and drove you to the point of twisting your body’s organs with high concentrations of wisteria poison for an entire year. Douma…the person who had embraced you in your final moments, your ninichrin blade sticking through his chest as he absorbed you, declaring that you were his strongest opponent and his love for you under the same disgusting breath.
Go to hell!
That was the last thing you said to that rotten bastard before you lost consciousness. You would soon be found by the High Priest Geo Noto Soto in a sea of blood and blade fragments….and the rest, as they say, is history. And then the fall of Meta-llicana. Your current, precarious situation.
But why are you here again, trapped in Douma’s arms and listening to the same words, feeling the pain from your battle with him as if the gods took delight in seeing this macabre play rehearsed over and over? Is this truly someone’s idea of a joke? Or….is it a reminder that no matter how hard you tried….you cannot save everyone? That the hours you had dedicated to nurse warriors back to health, to reading medical texts until late hours of the night and getting stronger….it will never be enough?
You wiggled in the demon’s arms, snarling and writhing as you felt yourself being sucked into his body. No. Your mind was racing, heart pounding against your ribcage No, you are still alive. You’re alive, and so was Yoko, and Lucien! You tried to help them! You tried to help the knights evaluate the citizens of Meta-llicana before rushing to help the others fight against Abigail!
“Who said you could be forgiven?” An icy hiss ticked your ear. “Who said you could live when others had died that day? If anything, you deserved to die, not them. You have and always will be the weakest Hashira of them all.”
Frustrated tears began to swell in the back of your eyes as a sob lodged in your throat but damn it all you refused to let it crawl up and be released into the air for this bastard to see your moment of weakness, even if this is all an illusion.
You are the Insect Hashira, and you will always be ready to lay your life on the line for the people you cherished, past and present. Just as these words echoed in your mind, you felt someone else’s arms coil around your hips. With a hard yank, you were pulled away from Douma’s body and then…you were free. Weightless, boundless, floating in a bright white space that you no longer recognize as part of the Infinity Castle’s lotus pier.
That was when you felt warm fingers lightly caress the top of your head, calloused pads brushing against your clammy skin. The hand did not belong to someone you knew; it was gentle, cautious, and even a little scared. It’s as if the person was trying to comfort you, but was afraid of your reaction.
You immediately thought of Kanae, and that was when the dam in your mind broke. The tears easily spill out of your closed eyes, followed by an anguished wail that causes more tears to slide down your face. Finally….finally you can let everything out, to be weak for just a moment. In this moment of vulnerability, the hand became two, then stretched to muscular arms that enclosed your body in a warm embrace.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here now, nothing bad will happen to you as long as I’m around.”
Dark Schneider is the greatest wizard in the entire universe with a limitless arsenal of magic at his command. He hadn’t expected, however, that he had nearly depleted his magical reserves in the fight against Abigail. What little remained after the Helloween spell was used to perform two spells at the same time: resurrection of the fallen ones, and teleportation. In his case, he had made sure Yoko and [First Name] had gotten as far away from the kingdom as possible before it was destroyed, and he regressed back into the recesses of Lucien’s mind.
Two years. It took him this long to restore the magic he had lost into his body as he had no other choice but to let his weaker half take control. Last year, about six months after Meta-llicana’s destruction, he finally woke up…and saw the world through Lucien’s eyes. Sleeping for that long left him drowsy, so hearing Yoko’s voice after being surrounded by silence for so long should have been a blessing. And it was, though the dark wizard wasn’t exactly glad to be on the receiving end of her abrasive attitude, again. Granted she did take care of him as Lucien for as long as he could remember; fed him, made sure he ate and did his fair share of the chores, and so on.
Is it really necessary to always hit him as soon as she thought he was being a disgusting pervert as the handsome, bad-ass Dark Schneider or sighed in exasperation, wishing that he would grow more of a backbone as Lucien?
Quite frankly, he’s surprised himself for being so patient with her, and this is only the second season of the anime. He really thought she was his woman, the one who was worthy of bearing his children in the far, distant future once he had conquered the world. But now that he’s had all the time in the world to think…he doesn’t feel that way anymore. If anything, his feelings for Yoko had simmered to the affection towards an annoying older sibling who thinks they know you better than everyone or can boss you around just because they ‘raised you’.
And he never went past first base with Sean Ari or Kai Harn, so far as he’s concerned, he’s been a saintly hero in this show.
Even thinking about the women at this base, all who were actually quite attractive in their own way, felt wrong when the image of [First Name]’s pinched smile flashed across his vision. And it’s been like that for a while now.
[First Name] may not possess the powers of a cleric, a highborn status or trained rigorously under Kai in the art of the Hariken Slashing Implosion swordsmanship, she did treat others with respect and kindness as Yoko did, and a bit more. She even provided medical aid to people who had once been an enemy.
But above being a good-hearted apothecary and an exceptional swordswoman, the Insect Hashira adored Lucien. She loved his weaker self, and respected Dark Schneider. She never tried to control either of them, instead giving them attention and praising them for doing a good job. She never raised her voice at him, and occasionally snuck some candy to him behind Yoko’s back.
[First Name] Kocho loved Yoko Tia Noto too, in her own way…though she had almost attacked the high priestess in the middle of a night-terror just a few nights ago. Yoko naively went to check on the apothecary when she heard screams coming from [First Name]’s room and instead got pinned to the bed with a knife to her throat.
Yoko forgave [First Name], but [First Name] could not forgive herself. She threw herself more into her work; spending hours in the medical wing’s laboratories to create a poison strong enough to destroy three different types of demi-humans, including a paralyzing agent that would require just a small dose to knock down an ogre, or sparring with the samurai until late at night. Skipping meals periodically became a habit, and now rumor has it that she hasn’t slept in her own room since the supply runners had come back grievously injured after an encounter with one of the Shogun Sorcerers.
Scowling in Lucien’s form, Dark Schneider snuck out of his room and headed towards the medical ward. He had a silent agreement with his weaker self: under the condition that his intentions are only to ensure [First Name] did not keel over from overexhaustion when Yoko was too busy with being on the frontlines with the samurai, the wizard would take control but he still needed to use Lucien’s quirks so the cleric didn’t get suspicious of them.
It did not take him that long to arrive there, stealthy evading the samurai stationed for night-time patrol in the hideout. Dark Schenider quickly found his woman thrashing on one of the empty beds, eyes closed and hands clawing at the sheets, tears running down her face.
He gritted his teeth. Damn it. He cautiously approached the side of the bed just as [First Name] suddenly curled into a small ball, clutching the sides of her head. He might’ve raised Arshes and Kall-Su, but they never came to him when they had nightmares, nor did he ever really care unless Arshes wouldn’t leave his room until he allowed her to sleep in his bed for the night. That was then, this is now.
Would just holding her even make a difference, when he had no idea why she was having night-terrors and she never breathed a word about it? How’s she supposed to take care of anyone when she can’t even take care of herself? Idiot. He thought. Still, he had to try something. He brought a pillow and blanket with him, so Yoko wouldn’t think twice if she sees him, Lucien, curled up with [First Name] because it’s happened before in the past.
Sucking in a deep breath, Dark Schneider removed his shoes and climbed fully into the mattress, laying the pillow down first before covering himself and [First Name] with the blanket.
The reincarnated wizard then began to stroke the top of her head with his hand, softly whispering words into her ear before a choked sob left her mouth, followed by more tears that he wiped away with his thumb. When he saw her breath begin to slow and deepen, he daringly lowered his down to her side, alternately between patting and rubbing the Hashira’s trembling frame until she relaxed under his touch.
Her frown soon morphed into a tiny, content smile as she sighed softly. Dark Schneider was about to leave and let his woman get the sleep she needed until she leaned forward, placing her head on his small chest, an arm loosely wrapped around his waist.
No, his face was not burning and no, his heart wasn’t pounding against his ribs. The great Dark Schneider isn’t some innocent maiden in love! He’s just here for [First Name] because it’s been decided that she will become his future queen in a world he’ll one day conquer…and the only woman who is worthy enough to bear his children.
Against his better judgment Dark Schneider leaned forward, pressing his lips against the crown of [First Name]’s head before hugging her close to his smaller body. That was the last thing he remembered when sleep claimed his drowsy mind.
[Part Two, anyone? 😉]
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Of Dragons and Maelstroms
Themes and Warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, blood, violence, explicit language, sexual violence, period-typical misogyny, sexual themes, smut, tension, marriage, jealousy, pregnancy, childbirth, miscarriage, attempted sexual assault, breastfeeding, major character death, divergent timelines
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Chapter Thirty-Two
The morning sun kissed Maera's skin as she stood on the balcony, taking in the breathtaking sight of the shoreline. The events of the previous night still weighed heavily on her mind, and now, she would have to confront the reality of her suitors and devise a strategy with her father to secure a match that was suitable for her.
Her gaze shifted towards the shore where the colossal blue dragon, Ēbrion, feasted upon the whale carcass that had washed ashore—a substantial meal for a dragon of his size. The scene was both magnificent and savage, a reminder of the power that dragons held.
Suddenly, a dark shadow descended upon the beach, and Maera's eyes widened as she recognized Vhagar, the dragon with bronze-green scales, shimmering like a jewel in the early morning light. Her heart quickened as she watched the dragons engage in an intense standoff, their territorial instincts flaring, both vying for ownership of the massive carcass.
Tensions escalated, and then Vhagar unleashed a deafening roar, followed by a searing fireball that streaked into the sky. Ēbrion hissed in protest, the flames mere inches from him, before reluctantly turning away from the carcass and retreating to his cave dwelling.The she-dragon, triumphant in her conquest, remained on the beach, guarding her hard-earned feast.
Maera couldn't help but draw a parallel between the dragons' territorial dispute and the intricate games of courtly politics she was experiencing in Kings Landing. Both were battles for power and dominance, and in both worlds, only the strongest would prevail. With a heavy sigh, she turned away from the balcony, knowing that she, too, must face challenges of her own.
As Maera prepared herself for the day ahead, she heard the soft footsteps of her maid, Thena, entering her chambers. Today, she had chosen a more modest attire, fitting for her planned visit to the Sept with Queen Mother Alicent. The gown she picked was a graceful ensemble with a plain turquoise buttoned bodice that boasted long sleeves. The skirt of the dress shimmered with intricate turquoise and gold detailing, a nod to her house's colors.
Thena, with her deft hands, set to work on Maera's hair. She skillfully braided the top half, securing it neatly in a bun while letting the bottom half cascade freely, the silver streak in Maera's otherwise brown locks catching the light, creating a striking contrast.
With her appearance nearly complete, Maera reached for her mother's necklace. The delicate gold chain held precious sapphires that rested lightly against her skin comfortably, as always. As she fastened it around her neck, she couldn't help but feel a surge of determination. Today was a day that required her to embody her mother's strength, to navigate the uncertain path that lay ahead.
Maera, having thanked Thena for her assistance, left her chambers to head to Queen Alicent's rooms, accompanied by Ser Arryk. The silence, a result of the awkwardness from the previous night, hung in the air. Maera, recognizing her agitated manner from the night before, decided to address the matter.
She spoke with a genuine tone, "Ser Arryk, I must apologize for my conduct last night. I had a trying evening, but that is no excuse to lash out at those closest to me."
Ser Arryk, his loyalty to Maera strong, offered a forgiving smile, his earlier discomfort eased. "Your apology is unnecessary, Lady Maera," he assured her. Their bond seemed to mend with those words.
As they entered Queen Alicent's chambers, Maera curtsied respectfully in the presence of the Queen Mother. Alicent sat at her dining table, delicately sipping her tea. Her gaze shifted to Lady Maera, and she greeted her with a nod. Ser Arryk took a position at the side of the room, allowing Maera and the Queen to converse more freely.
Queen Alicent then tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. "It is wonderful to see you this morning, sweetling, but I was under the impression you would be with my daughter?”
Maera explained with a gracious smile, "Her Grace was kind enough to grant me a morning off, my Queen. I needed a bit of rest after a restless night."
Queen Alicent returned the smile warmly and gestured for Maera to join her at the table, inviting her to share a morning meal.
On the breakfast table of the Queen, a delectable array of morning fare was artfully arranged. At the center, a porcelain platter held a selection of freshly baked bread, still warm from the oven, their golden crusts begging to be broken. Beside them, a tray of honeycomb glistened like liquid gold, promising a sweet accompaniment to the bread.
A silver chalice, engraved with intricate patterns, contained creamy goat cheese, soft and spreadable. Fruits were not amiss, with a bowl of ripe, succulent berries—blackberries, strawberries, and blueberries—offering a burst of natural sweetness. In a corner, a small pot of steaming, fragrant tea was poured into delicate porcelain cups, its aroma filling the room with an inviting warmth.
The two women engaged in light conversation as they savored their meal together. Queen Alicent, after some time, extended an apology to Maera, her tone gentle, "My dear, it's a shame that you haven't received a proposal yet."
Maera's expression tightened briefly, but she managed a gracious response, "Thank you for your sympathies, Your Grace." She continued, her voice carrying a touch of optimism, "I'm hopeful that news of my new inheritance will spread quickly and attract more suitable suitors from the great Houses."
Queen Alicent delicately wiped her mouth with a napkin before bringing up another topic. "Ahh yes, the Straits of Tarth," she said, her eyes focused on Maera. "Did Lord Jasper inform you that the crown has expressed interest in obtaining those lands for the King’s Fleet?"
Maera paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully before replying, "Yes, my father did discuss it with me."
The Queen continued, her tone calculated, "The members of the small council have advised that it would be a strategic acquisition. I'm certain House Wylde would be handsomely rewarded if they were to consider surrendering the islands temporarily to King Aegon's cause."
Maera nodded thoughtfully, her gaze shifting downward as she sipped her tea. It was evident to her that Queen Alicent was playing a clever game, possibly a desperate one, attempting to convince House Wylde through the Lord's daughter, given Lord Jasper's previous refusal.
Returning her attention to her plate, Maera spoke with conviction, "Your Grace, I am but a loyal servant to my father's wishes, and I cannot change his mind if it is already set. I assume you understand my predicament, given you are daughter of Lord Otto.”
Maera took a bite of her toast smeared with honey, swallowing the food before addressing the Queen again. “My father's reasons for denying the crown's request are the same as he conveyed to the Small Council: the seat of Morne must remain with a relative of Lord Byron and Lady Viserra, or it would lead to chaos. Furthermore, bringing the conflict to Tarth might prompt the inhabitants to attack Rainwood first, given its proximity.”
Maera raised her eyebrows, her gaze unwavering as she posed a question to the Queen, "If you were in the Master of Laws’ position, Your Grace, wouldn't you seek more than just the word of a King already at war to protect your children?"
Queen Alicent pondered Maera's words before nodding and quietly returning her attention to her own plate. Maera knew she was right. The Queen mother had already plunged with realm into chaos by allowing Aegon to be crowned King, angering the previously chosen heir, Princess Rhaenyra. And Alicent did this, of course, to protect her children and grandchildren.
The atmosphere in the room remained tense as the two women finished their meal. Queen Alicent, her gaze lingering on the empty chair that should have been occupied by her daughter, Queen Helaena, finally voiced her concern. "I wonder where Helaena is."
Maera shifted her attention to Ser Arryk and inquired, "Have you heard anything, Ser Arryk? Anything unusual regarding Queen Helaena?"
The knight furrowed his brow slightly and replied, "No, my lady. But I did notice Queen Helaena's guards leaving her doors at first light." Maera found this peculiar. Why would Helaena dismiss her guards so early, especially if she was still within her chambers?
Queen Alicent rang a bell, summoning Lord Commander Criston Cole to her presence. The lord commander entered the chambers and nodded respectfully to the women. Queen Alicent wasted no time and asked him, "Lord Commander, do you know why Queen Helaena dismissed her guards this morning?"
Ser Criston cleared his throat, his expression somber, and replied, "It wasn't Queen Helaena who dismissed the guards, Your Grace."
Maera leaned forward, her concern mounting, and asked, "Then who was it? Who gave the order?"
The Lord Commander hesitated, his tone heavy as he revealed the unsettling truth, "It was King Aegon, my lady, Your Grace. He visited Queen Helaena's chambers in the early hours of this morning and dismissed her guards."
A chilling realization dawned upon Maera and Queen Alicent. Their faces mirrored a shared horror, understanding the implications of what had transpired. King Aegon had made unwanted advances towards Helaena the previous night, and Maera had intervened, urging him to leave. Now, it seemed he had returned to finish what he had started.
Without uttering a word, both women swiftly leapt from their seats, leaving the chamber in a state of panic, their loyal knights behind them. Their steps echoed through the corridors as they raced to find Queen Helaena, their hearts heavy with dread and the desperate need to ensure her safety.
When Maera and Alicent reached Queen Helaena's chamber door, they were met with a distressing scene. Helaena's maids were frantically pushing against the wooden doors and rattling the handles, desperately trying to gain entry to the room.
Maera, driven by fear for her friend, slammed her body against the door, feeling the heavy resistance from behind it. The room had been effectively barricaded. Panic surged through her, and she cried out, "Helaena!" Her knocks echoed, but there was no response from within. She turned to Lord Commander Criston, her voice trembling with urgency, "Are you just going to stand there? Find more guards, wherever they are stationed, and get them here to help us open this door!"
Ser Criston started to respond with an air of disposition, claiming he only took orders from Queen Alicent. However, Queen Alicent intervened, “Do as she says,” causing the Lord Commander to seek assistance immediately.
Maera continued to plead through the door, her voice desperate, "Helaena, please answer if you're okay." Her knocks grew more frantic, but there was still no response. Anxiety gnawed at her with each passing second. As she pressed herself against the door, she heard Queen Alicent let out a sigh of relief
“Aemond, your sister. Please help us!”
Maera drew her gaze away from the door momentarily to look at the One-Eyed Prince, who rushed over, clearly concerned about the commotion. Queen Alicent quickly explained what had happened, and Maera put aside any discomfort from their previous night's encounter. Her sole focus now was on her best friend, Helaena. Aemond stood beside Maera, attempting to jiggle the handle and shoulder-barging the door.
Desperation filled Maera’s voice as she explained to him, "This is Aegon’s doing! He has trapped her in there and barricaded the door."
Maera watched as Aemond approached a nearby painting of the Smith hanging on the corridor wall. He ripped it off as if it weighed nothing, revealing a concealed door. Aemond attempted to force this secondary entrance open with his shoulder, but it too resisted his efforts. He turned back to the anxious group, frustration evident in his expression, and reported, "The other entrance has been barricaded as well."
Ser Criston Cole then turned the corner, with three other knights, two of whom were known for regularly guarding Aegon's door. They brought a battering ram and placed a significant distance between themselves and the door. Ser Arryk, acting as a sentinel, motioned for the other bystanders to move back. At Ser Criston's command, the trio of guards sprinted forward, the battering ram smashing into the door with force. The door groaned and creaked, reluctantly giving way slightly under the pressure.
They stepped back again, the Lord Commander declaring that one more push should do it. Maera's heart raced, her mind filled with dread as she braced herself for whatever might lie behind that door. The guards charged forward once more, their collective effort forcing the door wide enough to allow entry in single file. Maera wasted no time, pushing past Queen Alicent, Aemond, the maids, and slipping through the partially opened doors. Her heart sank as she took in the horrifying sight before her.
The room was in shambles, a chaotic scene of destruction with furniture overturned and belongings scattered haphazardly. But her focus was immediately drawn to the bed, where Helaena’s delicate form was sat, her appearance a stark contrast to the graceful queen she usually was.
Maera approached slowly, her voice trembling as she called out, "Helaena, it's me, Maera.” Her eyes widened with horror as she took in the state of her friend. Helaena's hair was a tangled mess, her body devoid of any clothing, and her exposed skin demonstrated the horrifying testament to the violence she had endured. She was a canvas of bruises, in varying shades of black, green, purple, and blue. Her eye was swollen shut, and there were traces of blood on her lips, between her thighs, and scattered across the bed sheets.
The Queen rocked back and forth on the bed, her one visible eye filled with pain and terror. She seemed lost, broken. Tears welled up in Maera's eyes as she moved closer, her voice shaking as she whispered, "Helaena, it's going to be alright. We're here to help you."
Maera gently reached out to touch her friend's shoulder, her heart aching with worry and fear. Her other hand instantly grabbed a nearby sheet, one that only had dashes of blood, and gently draped it over her friend, shielding Helaena's modesty as her family and maids entered the room. She couldn't bear the idea of anyone else seeing her in such a state.
The Queen Mother was the first to speak amongst the onlookers, breathing, “Praise the Mother, she’s alive.” Alicent's relieved words stung Maera like a slap to the face. She couldn't comprehend how anyone could utter such a thing in the midst of this horror. Her fury ignited, whipping around to face Queen Alicent, Maera couldn't hide her incredulity.
"Alive? That's what you're thankful for?!" Her voice trembled with anger. "Helaena has been maimed, by your son, her own husband, no less. What does it matter if she is alive?!"
Maera swiftly turned her attention back to Helaena, her eyes searching her friend's bruised face. She needed to know the truth, no matter how painful it might be. "Helaena, did Aegon do this to you?" she asked, her voice unwavering.
Helaena hesitated, her gaze flickering around the room, clearly afraid of the consequences of her answer. Maera gently brought her friend's attention back to her, her grip on Helaena's hand firm but reassuring. "Tell me," she urged softly.
After a moment, Helaena nodded, and a surge of intense anger coursed through Maera.
It was like an eerie calmness; a fiery, seething rage, one she welcomed like a long-lost friend. She rose from the bed, taking charge of the situation. "Run a bath for her Grace," she ordered the two maids, her gaze determined. "Ser, fetch the Maester," she instructed one of Aegon's guards who had previously stood diligently outside his King’s door. "And you two, find more maids to help clean the Queen’s chambers," she directed the other guards. All the castle staff obeyed Lady Maera’s orders, scrambling around to hastily complete them.
Before leaving the room, Maera turned to Queen Alicent, who was sat on the bed, trying to console her daughter. Helaena, however, recoiled from her mother’s attempted comfort.
"Where are you going?" the Queen Mother inquired, seemingly desperate for her to stay and help with her daughter.
Maera glanced back at the room, meeting Alicent's gaze without uttering a word. Her eyes then locked with Aemond's, his single violet eye piercing into her emerald ones. There was an unspoken understanding between them. Maera was heading to confront the King, and Gods’ be damned if anyone tried to stand in her way.
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So, if you asked to write your top 5 fav characters each from JJK & BNHA, what genre will you put them (or you agree that they should be in shounen)....
My asks are getting funnier. 🥰 As always, thanks for asking, lets dig in.
Look at these knuckleheads.
JJK Top 5
I've seen people make really funny observations about how every character in JJK belongs in a different universe but was shoehorned into a horror battle shonen and it delights me to no end. I'm not sure if Gege Akutami actually penned characters that are typical of other anime genres, in a sense, but do believe we all collectively just want our faves to have better odds of survival. At this point, Gege looks at fan polls like a dead pool. I think a story where characters are so obviously not meant to be there would be hilarious if done intentionally, camp even.
Satoru Gojo - The duality of a man who is "The Strongest" in universe while maintaining a girly pop facade to circumvent feeling othered by his strength? Two of my favorite things about Gojo are that he is 1) traumatized 🤪✨ and 2) down astronomically for the days he spent with Suguru Geto. Put this man in a shonen ai, stat.
Nobara Kugisaki and Maki Zenin - Yuri. I feel like I don't need to explain myself here except to say that I put them as one item on the list because I didn't want a list of 6 (I have so many faves). Both iconic, both bad ass. No notes. On the other hand, I would never want to rob Maki of her revenge story so... grain of salt if she stays in universe.
Kento Nanami - I was going to say "this man wants to be in an office sitcom so bad" but, truthfully, would not find the overdone gags and antics palatable. Nanami deserves to rest at an even, dulcet tempo. Traumatized in his youth, he really only returns to jujutsu because office work is unfulfilling but imagine if he were in an office shojo with a found family that he had to provide for? I'm not saying this anime is particularly good but plop him in something cozy like "The Ice Guy and His Cool Female Colleague" but with the home life of "Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid". He'll work for the money because it provides for someone else, you know? Let him suffer fools in peace.
Yuji Itadori - Sweet baby angel. Yuji follows the "best of both worlds" phenomenon that we see in other horror anime like Chainsaw Man, Tokyo Ghoul and Attack on Titan wherein he is both human and curse (avoiding further spoilers). But his disposition, his resilience, his pure physical prowess before he ever ate Sukuna's finger? Put this boy in a sports anime and let him thrive. While he'd absolutely body in a fighting sport, what if he was plopped into "Blue Lock"? Sports anime with a dash of horror aesthetic. He'd crush while being as upbeat and hilariously chaotic as Bachira.
Suguru Geto - Baby Girl is one of the most compelling villains we have. I'd say across multiple anime, honestly. He's what happens when a good person, someone who aims to be so morally upright, is faced with the reality that being good actually guarantees you nothing. With someone so unwavering, someone who can't live in shades of grey like Gojo, he can't bend. So he breaks. Honestly, it adds a layer of complexity to the overall story where... can we really, as the viewer, fault him? I feel like he wouldn't have this evolution anywhere else and that there's something to be said as to whether Geto was always doomed by the narrative.
There's never not been a good time to celebrate this frame, honestly.
BNHA Top 5
What's cool about BNHA is, it is authentically a shonen manga/anime while subverting a lot of it's tropes. BUT, we see this really interesting progression in the art that drifts into horror. Not aiming to spoil anything that's to come in season 7 (body horror, it's body horror. Bones better come through) but you see the beginning of it with the change in vigilante Deku's appearance. If Horikoshi felt inclined to do a horror anime post-BNHA, I'd definitely read.
Katsuki Bakugo - Hilariously, Bakugo wants to shonen so bad but is actually so damsel in distress/love interest coded that it almost undermines his role as Midoriya's rival. Almost. Shonen, shonen ai, I don't think he's out of place in either.
Shoto Todoroki - Todoroki's entire personality and character arc being so intrinsically linked to his family is honestly so amusing given the universe. Like, people have real life superhero powers but awful parents are very much still a thing. So it's interesting to expose the complexity of their family dynamics in tandem with the overarching story because, in every way, the Todoroki family are very much members of the Have's of BNHA society but they are still hopelessly miserable. TBH he could be in a slice of life just experiencing and resolving family trauma. "Kotaro Lives Alone" comes to mind.
Shouta Aizawa - I would cast Aizawa in "Life Lessons with Uramichi Oniisan" but he wouldn't have the decency to show up to work without a sleeping bag. I'm not saying it wouldn't look out of place in universe but do better for the kids. Joking. He's honestly both the perfect teacher but also a big ole hypocrite. He condemns Midoriya for his recklessness and self-sacrificing (re: breaking bones to use his quirk) but didn't think twice about hacking off his own leg, logical though it may have been. I know All Might is cast as the quintessential mentor in the shonen dynamic but Aizawa is the real MVP when it comes to mentoring and guiding the Class 1A competently. Shonen all the way.
Izuku Midoriya - I can't say Magical Girl Anime, I can't say Magical Girl anime. I appreciate Midoriya's similarity to eponymous crybaby hero Sailor Moon, tbh. She too was OP and with the fate of the world on her shoulders, just saying. He falls in line with the shonen trope of eating something and powering up (re: JJK, One Piece, Attack on Titan) but has emotional range that is not typically seen in shonen which, honestly I love. He is masculine while still being aggressively expressive (even if he struggles to articulate his feelings). His character and subsequent development is another way that Horikoshi subverts shonen tropes and I can't wait to see how his story wraps up.
Dabi - This crispy piece of bacon is a walking, talking and dancing personification of resolute rage. He is quite literally a vendetta held together by staples. Later chapters especially, he just gets unrelentingly grosser and more unhinged and it's both disgusting and emotional. To be honest, between him and Shigaraki, they are undeniably horror fodder by design. In fact, the reveal that he was a little misogynistic extremist radical was particularly wild of Horikoshi. Like, basically if he hadn't self destructed on that mountain he'd have been some incel plotting violence on the deep dark web? I'm trying to think of what to plop him into (maybe not his charred body but just his general... maliciousness, conviction and extremism). I feel like something horror, psychological with a sprinkle of thriller? What comes to mind is a dark series on my TBR but the name escapes me about a kid getting revenge one by one against sadistic bullies though its unclear where Dabi falls on that spectrum.
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The Curtain of Thriller
The Thriller Bark arc is one of story arcs of One Piece, taking place between chapters 442 and 489. It is most remembered for being the story arc where the living skeleton and Straw Hat Pirate “Humming” / “Soul King” Brook debuted. It is named for the floating island turned pirate Thriller Bark
One thing about Thriller Bark is how it revolves around nightmares and illusions, and how they can both empower someone and weaken them. But it also shows how important it is to have layers to these illusions. Take the titular ship, and the people running it.
On the outset, Thriller Bark is obviously a haunted island. It’s creepy to look, full of zombies and ghosts! Ooh, there’s an invisible man! And yet…
The zombies aren’t shambling wrecks hungry for brains. They’re lively, personable, silly. And the ghosts are kinda cute, and, oh, isn’t it a gas how they make the guys flop over depressed? The invisible man is just a juvenile prankster. The mad scientist is verbally abused by his own maid. Once you get over the creep factor, this isn’t so bad, right?
Actually, it’s worse. Those silly zombies? They won’t tire, and won’t give up. You can knock them down but they’ll get back up. The only way to put them down is to either purify their “Soul”/the Shadow animating them or break their bodies completely. And they’re essentially puppets with no free will. Watching Hogback boss Cindry around, can you keep laughing?
And the ghosts, those ghosts, they’re not floating about for the fun of it. It’s actually a surveillance system, and the ease with which they can take the fight out of even the toughest fighter makes for some severe tension.
And Absalome, the Invisible Man, his antics cease to be silly when he uses his powers to molest Robin and Nami, even abducting the latter to force her into marriage.
Thriller Bark is very much like the ship-version of the evil clown, luring people in with its silliness. As Zoro later points out, the real threat comes from how the island twists people up and deceives them, catching them off-guard with their tricks. It says something that the first three of the Straw Hats to be caught and lose their shadows are their strongest fighters.
But as powerful as the deceptions are, that is also their weakness. Illusions are only useful as long that veil is maintained. What makes the zombies so terrifying is their immortality, but the minute Brook figures out how salt can free the entrapped shadows, he becomes a fearsome figure in his own right. And as powerful the Special Zombie is, once Chopper starts using his medical knowledge to figure out Oars’ weakpoints, the battle starts turning in the Straw Hats’ favor.
Similarly, the people running Thriller Bark are also exposed. Absalome is dangerous, and while his fight with Sanji is funny, it also goes a long way of showing just how pathetic the Invisible-Man is; Sanji easily sees through his techniques, countering them, and once Nami stops running away and fights back Absalome is beaten (He had already been weakened by Sanji, but she didn’t know that).
Perona the Ghost Princess, initially seems to be an easy opponent for Usopp (The only one immune to her ghosts), but midway she suddenly gets a huge power-up and starts dominating. Usopp is only able to win once he figures out her abilities and locates her real body. She ends up being beaten by Usopp’s own brand trickery, to further twist the knife.
And of course, our central antagonist, Gecko Moria. With his Shadow-Shadow powers, he gives Luffy a lot of grief, being able to fight from a distance and even escape. Moria, like Foxy, gets a lot of milage out of using his powers to fight smart. However, once he is cornered and forced to fight directly, he goes down in one chapter.
Of course, the curtain gets swept away even further when you consider their personalities. Each of the Mysterious 4 are introduced as powerful figures, but as the arc goes on they’re insecurities and ignoble qualities are exposed; Absalome is not just a pervert, but also a bully hiding behind his Clear-Clear powers and transplanted muscles. Perona is very much a child in mind, easily scared (Something Usopp notes) and she ends her fight crying for her teddy bear. Hogback can’t even control the zombies properly and his refusal to acknowledge the truth of their existence leads to his defeat. And Moria, for all his posturing, is shown to be utterly broken by the deaths of his previous crewmates.
And so, we leave you with Sanji’s summation of Thriller Bark and the workings of the Mysterious 4;
“All the weird creatures and creepiness we encountered since arriving on this island were an illusion created by Moria. Now that he’s been destroyed, there’s nothing left!! It’s like waking up from a bad dream.”
#One Piece#Eiichiro Oda#Thriller Bark#Straw Hat Pirates#Gecko Moria#Perona#Brook#Absalome#Hogback#Roronoa Zoro#Sanji#zombies#illusion#trickery#deception#analysis#manga#anime#Nightmare#bad dream#ghosts#shadows
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I keep seeing takes about Sansa no longer being a Stark and the go-to explanations are “she lost Lady”, “she looks more Tully”, and “she betrayed her family by choosing the Lannisters.” Both of which have nothing to do with her Stark identity.
When the Stark children received their direwolves they didn’t become “more Stark”, because they were already full Starks in the first place. (How many times can I use the word Stark in a sentence?) Using the direwolves as an example contradicts the same “Stark traits” argument that people try to use against her. The direwolves are tied to their own child (I won’t use the word owner because that’s not the kind of relationship they have with them.) Each direwolf shares traits to its Stark child because of their bond. Arya and Nymeria have a touch of wildness, with strong leadership qualities. Robb and Greywind are both fierce, Rickon and Shaggydog are the wildest of all, and Sansa and Lady are gracious and soft, etc. So when Lady died, you could say that a part of Sansa died too, however Lady still lives on in Sansa. She senses her presence sometimes, even though she’s not there. Lady’s death didn’t disrupt Sansa’s Starkness, it didn’t “lessen” her Stark blood. (And we don’t use such arguments for other houses. Jaime isn’t becoming less of a Lannister just because he’s less of an asshole than he used to be. And he isn’t driven by lust for power.)
“Sansa looks more Tully.” And? So do Robb, Bran, and Rickon. She may look like Catelyn, but in all honesty she’s more like Ned. Whilst Ned would don the face of Lord Stark, Sansa dons her armor of courtesy. Both are described as having the icy courtesy of the North. They are both quiet and observant (very observant), they take pity on their enemies, and guess what? They both go to Cersei about their plans. Ned does this to show mercy towards her, and Sansa goes out of desperation so she can stay in KL. In Sansa’s mind it had nothing to do with choosing the Lannisters over the Starks. She wanted more of the court life. Balls, feasts, tournaments. And she wanted to marry Joffrey, who she still didn’t see for who/what he truly was. But I think the strongest part about this is that Sansa begins to display Ned’s own traits after Lady dies, after her going to Cersei, after Ned’s execution. Sansa actually begins to embrace her Stark nature. While fans accuse her of abandoning it, she actually draws closer to it.
Her entire arc after her father’s execution is steered by her Stark identity. She’s beaten in court because she’s a Stark, she’s beaten in court because her Stark brother was victorious in battle, she’s held as a hostage because she’s a Stark, she’s betrothed to Willas Tyrell because she’s a Stark, she’s married to Tyrion because she’s a Stark, she’s in the hands of Littlefinger because she’s a Stark (and because of her physical resemblance to Catelyn.) And despite all of that, she holds onto her Stark identity, reminding herself that she is a Stark of Winterfell, the daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn. She’s aware that she’s being thrown around like some beaten down trophy because of her claim. Sansa’s Starkness pushes her to keep going, just like the rest of her siblings. She turns to it for comfort and strength.
She felt like such a fool. She was a Stark of Winterfell, a noble lady, and someday she would be a queen. -GoT Sansa I
“You must be one of her daughters,” he said to her. He had grey-green eyes that did not smile when his mouth did. “You have the Tully look.” “I’m Sansa Stark,” she said, ill at ease. -GoT Sansa II
I am a Stark of Winterfell, she longed to tell him. -ASoS Sansa VII
I am not your daughter, she thought. I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard’s daughter and Lady Catelyn’s, the blood of Winterfell. -AFFC Sansa I
ALAYNE STONE, Lord Petyr’s natural daughter, a maid of three and ten, actually Sansa Stark -AFFC/ADWD Appendix, a list of House Arryn
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Can you write something for reversed!AU? (the one where they are playing an otome game of MC, maybe if you want MC to get isekai'd there too) thank you !!!
Yeah of course I can anon! I also saw your other message and that is fine! Mc uses she/her pronouns here- I’m sorry to other people
Lucifer
When his brothers started playing a harem game, he thought it was stupid and wanted them to focus on their school work
Then he sees a certain character… mc?
she is stunning
so he subtly decides to download it. He claims it’s to see what they are so excited about
he ends up grinding for your cards when he has time
and he likes the fan service of you
he tried to delete it but he couldn’t last a day
he actually really liked the game
when his brothers find out he struggles to explain
Mammon
He starts playing after he sees Levi playing it
he was whining that he didn’t have enough energy to do a battle
he was intrigued so he downloaded it
he thinks you’re the best character. Definitely his favourite for your personality and looks
dont start him on the fanservice. You can tell when it’s on from his flushed looks
he may have some merch too
Leviathan
He was very excited for the games release
he thinks your character is really cool from the start
he has cosplayed you before
he will go on to his brothers about you and how you are amazing in every way
he prefers you to Ruri-chan
he can’t wait for the anime!
merchmerchmerch
probably has a body pillow of you
Satan
Levi wouldn’t shut up about the plot and it sounded… interesting
he thinks your character is interesting. Your back story is not said and he’s determined to find out
he will raise your intimacy level high above the others
originally it’s not a conscious thing but it does become one when he realises he prefers you over all the other girls in there
he will sketch you sometimes and write about you
he talks to Levi in front of the brothers about it just to piss off lucifer
Asmodeus
Asmodeus falls for your amazing face when he sees the game trailer
theres no harm in trying out the game
he thinks he’ll only have it a few days and not prioritise it
hes very wrong
like very wrong
its all he can think about at times, gifting your character, watching your face light up
Beelzebub
Beel plays it because everyone else is
he thinks your character is very pretty and has a nice personality
whoever Wrote you must know what a nice person truly is
wishes you existed irl
he us not as innocent as you think with fan service you know
he won’t talk about the game but he does enjoy it
Belphegor
Belphie plays it because beel did
he starts prioritising events over sleep
and grinding for your new cards
he thinks your character is very attractive if they were real
he also thinks the game is worth all the talk Levi gives it
he probably has a body pillow but not for sinful reasons to sleep on
Diavolo
We all know he will find out through lucifer
he thinks it’s what all the youths do: either lucifer or youthful fun 101 told him
he likes it a lot
he has money to spare too
like he spends a lot on getting your new cards
your intimacy level is really high
he also has you as his strongest
loves your design
might have merch
Barbatos
Hell only play in his spare time
yet still manages to get lots of good cards and stay updated
he also loves MC- she’s awesome
reminds him of himself
his favourite card of you is ‘the dutiful maid’
Plays because Diavolo wanted him too
Simeon
He’s not good at technology but this helps him
he loves playing the game- even if he had trouble downloading it
favourite character is MC no questions asked
he will not save for 10 pulls, he only does 1 pulls
Solomon
He plays because asmo does
he thinks your character is cute and grinds for new cards
you seem kind of shady but he still loves you
he has seen fanart
tried to cook your favourite dish from the game and it’s awful
he is really good at the game surprisingly
#obey me diavolo#obey me#omswd#obey me shall we date#obey me lucifer#obey me x reader#obey me headcanons#obey me mammon#obey me satan#mammon x reader#mammon#obey me barbatos#obey me barbatos x reader#obey me beelzebub#obey me crack#obey me diavolo headcanons#obey me diavolo x reader#obey me headcanon#obey me imagines#obey me leviathan#obey me lucifer x reader#obey me satan x reader smut#obey me scenarios#obey me!#obey me! barbatos#obey me! diavolo#obey me brothers#obey me swd#leviathan x reader#beelzebub x reader
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From the Ashes Pt.8
Pairing: Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader
Warning: Varys POV
Words:2663
Summary: Varys must carry through with his promise to Thalina. Tyrion makes a dangerous decision.
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Book Two of Heir of Ash and Fire
Book One of Heir of Ash and Fire
Varys tucked away into his chambers, careful to make sure that he wasn’t followed.
This was big news. Something that no one was discover until the right time. One of his little birds from Essos had a mouthful to tell him. Jaime and (y/n) were finally in Volantis.
A great sigh of relief escaped the eunuch as he collapsed into his seat. He hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since (y/n)’s rooms had been engulfed by flames; her maid Thalina burnt to a crisp.
The poor girl. She had only been doing her duty protecting the youngest Lannister daughter only to be killed by the eldest. Yes, Varys knew that the whole night had been the work of Cersei. Jealousy perhaps drove her to it, Varys didn’t know the trials and battles of sisters, but he saw in Cersei something unforgiving. Thalina knew whatever ill will Cersei bore for her sister, she would die from it as well. She had accepted her fate as was duty for a red priestess. Her sacrifice, above all, was from the genuine love she had for her charge and the years they had spent together.
“The time has come.” Thalina warned him days before her actual death. The two foreigners had met up in secret with only the skulls of dragons long dead to hear what they spoke of.
It was too soon. Varys had come to like Thalina. “Surely you’re mistaken. . .”
Smiling sadly, she placed her hand atop of his own. “I am not afraid. You shouldn’t be either. Everything is for her. Remember that. She will save us all.”
Varys had puckered his lips, wanting to argue and ask her for the thousandth time if she was sure (y/n) was the one. Even back when the young lady was but a child, Thalina had been set in her conviction.
The way things were going with King Aerys and the war his son was waging, Varys desperately hoped that Thalina was right.
There was a hidden compartment in the Spider’s room where he kept all his best secrets. He went to it, unearthing a rather large wooden box that Thalina had given to him in the event of her passing and (y/n) making it safely to Volantis.
“Why are you trusting me with all these secrets?” Varys had asked when she had handed him the box. Later on he would try to open it to see what lay in there but it was locked up well.
“You care not about your own gains much like myself. You care, truly care, of the welfare of Westeros and it’s people. You play games, that is true, but it’s all for the best. You want nothing for yourself. That is why. In the future to come, a most terrible enemy will arise. One that cannot be bought or bribed. I know you’ll do what is right for Westeros. Keep this safe. When the time comes, have one of your little birds deliver it to her.”
He eyed the box, tilting it this way and that. It was heavy. Perhaps money for (y/n) to return to Westeros? “What is in here?”
All she did in response was wink and put her index finger up to her lips. “That is for (y/n) to discover. I trust you with quite a lot of things, Lord Varys. But not this. This is solely for (y/n)’s eyes.” Her gold eyes sparkled.
“Oh Thalina. . .” Varys shakes his head, remembering when the house knights had carried her body out of the burnt tower. She had been unrecognizable. Varys knew though.
He could still hear her voice.
“Take it to her.”
The circumstances surrounding (y/n) Lannister had been quite. . . unusual. Surviving death twice. Not even the strongest knight could say that.
Still. . . Varys would honor the request of the dead girl and watch what would come from it.
“I hope you’re right and you didn’t die for nothing.” Whispering to the box, he sets the box down on his desk and retrieves his pen and ink as well as a sheet of parchment.
Ears pricking at any small sound, Varys knew what the consequence would be if Aerys were to ever find out about his betrayal. Especially since Varys was aiding Rhaegar’s campaign with great discretion from the shadows. Aerys’ empire was crumbling right before the Mad King’s eyes. It needed to be done. For the good of Westers, Aerys had to be ripped from the Iron Throne. Rhaegar had proven at a young age that he would be a kind and just king, much like his ancestor Jaehaerys. Each boy had been sired by incompetent kings.
Varys purses his lips, pausing his hand in writing as he remembered a conversation he had with the now deceased Rhaella.
“They look very similar to Jaehaerys and his little queen Alysanne.”
He should tell Rhaegar that his queen was alive and well. Knee deep in battle, Varys immediately decided against it knowing that he would receive Rhaegar’s wrath later. Now was not the time. The Silver Prince was using his grief and anger to his advantage. It was proving useful in battle. Perhaps it was cruel of Varys to keep it a secret. If Rhaegar knew though, he might want to leave and look for her. They couldn’t have that. His army was so close to knocking Aerys off the board. There were whispers of certain Crownland houses wanting to flee to Rhaegar’s side. After his success in the Reach, there were already a handful of houses that instantly bent the knee to Rhaegar and swore fealty. When all was done he would tell Rhaegar. Right now his focus must remain in Westeros. (y/n) was safe in the Red Temple. Safe from violence and blood.
Finishing off his letter, Varys sealed it with gold wax; pressing his signet into it. He stashed the folded piece of paper in his sleeve and picked up the wooden chest. He had to choose his bird carefully, the one that would deliver it to Essos. Who could he trust to deliver something of the utmost importance?
Moving through the secret passages much like a spider scuttling around unseen, Varys debated who the trust should go to. Barristan Selmy.
The seasoned knight would have been perfect. Already wary of Aerys’ behavior, Varys knew that deep down Selmy wanted to join Rhaegar. His loyalty to his vows prevented him from doing so. He had ties though. Being the best knight in all of Westeros garnered him close knit ties to other houses as they admired him. Specifically Ashara Dayne, the wickedly clever violet eyed sister of Arthur Dayne.
It was a chance Varys had to take. Selmy wanted what was best for the kingdom as well. Perhaps he wouldn’t outright join the war, but if it was for the poor little queen whom everyone thought to be dead, Selmy would do it. Someone as innocent as (y/n) would surely pull at his heart strings. It would help that a great handful of people already thought that it was Aerys who killed (y/n), adding to his madness. Justice for (y/n) would be enough to get Barristan Selmy to deliver the items.
“You’re sure about this?” Barristan eyes the Spider warily. With a nod from the eunuch, Barristan goes on to ask “Does anyone else know?”
“Just the two of us. And I intend to keep it that way until Rhaegar is on the throne.” informed Varys. He kept his hands clasped in front of him, heavy sunflower yellow sleeves covering them. “I would use one of my other birds, but this information is of a delicate nature. This must make it safely to (y/n). Whatever is in the chest. . . it will aid her in the future. At least that was what I was told.”
“You don’t know what’s inside here?”
“Afraid not. There must be a special way to open it, one that I do not know of.”
Wisened eyes glance up at the bald-headed eunuch, weighing his options and what this all truly meant. Barristan didn’t know (y/n) that well when she lived in the Keep, but he did know her brother Jaime and of course her husband Rhaegar. Both men with admirable skill. Selmy had always encouraged Jaime that if he kept at his training that maybe one day he could reach the level of Captain of the King’s Guard. The young Lannister knight had disappeared the very night of that terrible fire. Unfortunately for the Guard to lose a promising knight. According to Varys though, Jaime was with his sister; protecting her and keeping her safe. Still abiding the vows he took for (y/n) was technically royalty; married to the Crown Prince of Westeros.
“How do you expect me to get this to Volantis? I can’t exactly leave the Red Keep unless Aerys does.”
That’s when Varys smiled. It wasn’t a malicious smile nor a conniving one. There was a comforting warmth and an unspoken thank you. “I can work out the details.” Barristan sighs. Doing this wouldn’t exactly be treasonous. He was helping the princess and his own Kingsguard brother.
“One of the details does include Lady Ashara Dayne.” Slyly putting that in, Varys watches as Barristan immediately becomes flustered at the thought of the maid with laughing eyes.
“I suppose. . . If you’re able to convince Aerys of letting me take leave for a while. . .”
“Good then!” Handing over the note intended for (y/n) upon arrival, Varys nods. A little hesitant to leave Selmy with such a large task, Varys pauses. The fire that had been in Thalina’s eyes as she put her trust into him was brought up. Hardly anyone trusted him and for good reason. Laying traps and spreading whispers weren’t entirely trustworthy things even if Varys vied that it was for the good of the Seven Kingdoms. Thalina was insistent that the survival of (y/n) would ultimately save Westeros.
“Take great care in the items I have left you, Ser Selmy. It was the demand of a dying girl that it safely make it to (y/n).”
Barristan saw the genuine concern on his face. It had to be important if the Master of Whispers held such worry. “You can trust me, Lord Varys.”
“I hope so.”
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Tyrion hadn’t been the same since the death of his sister. Everyone in Casterly Rock saw that clearly as the boy suddenly became silent; not speaking, instead choosing to gaze at people with his solemn mismatched eyes. BAd enough that his beloved sister, a sister who had always loved him unconditionally, was burned to death, then his brother went missing. The only two people who truly cared about him were gone.
His life at home had become intolerable. Every day was bleak knowing that he would never see Jaime or (y/n) ever again. Tyrion was alone. Hoarding himself in the library to occupy his waking moments. What else was there for a dwarf to do?
He wondered what would happen when the time came for Tywin to name the next Warden in the West. Tyrion knew that his father would never grant him the title as ‘lord’. That was fine. Tyrion didn’t want to be a stupid lord. He saw what it did to his father, a man with no joy in his life. There was more in life and Tyrion wanted to see it all.
A young child still, there was nothing Tyrion could do in the meantime. A child and a dwarf at that. (y/n) never wanted him to limit himself due to his condition though. She wanted him to live as any normal child did.
Tyrion stared at the heavy tome placed on his small laps. The printed words blur together as his thoughts steered away.
He missed them both. Wherever Jaime was, Tyrion hoped he returned safely. Since his absence, Cersei had been quite melancholy herself, not even having the energy to talk down to him. She thoroughly ignored him whenever they bumped into one another and preferred to take her dinner in her room now. That was all fine for Tyrion. What he couldn’t ignore was what he overheard one day passing by the usually empty council chambers. Tywin preferred to do his plotting in his own personal studies. He had found it strange when he heard the slightest whisper of voices come from the other side. Specifically the voice of his sister.
“I’ll throw in extra if you return my brother to me, alive.” Her tone had been gravely serious as she spoke and Tyrion could only imagine the terrifying expression on her face.
A man had replied back smoothly “It will be done, Your Grace.”
Not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, Tyrion had quickly retreated back where he had come from.
He thought a lot about what he had heard. The way Cersei spoke made it sound like she knew where Jaime was. For some reason it made him nervous. Tyrion obviously wasn’t supposed to have heard any of that.
There was a lot that he probably shouldn’t have known. Like Tywin’s betrayal as he secretly aided Rhaegar in this war. It didn’t surprise him though. Tywin would go over to whoever he knew was going to win. That was how one lived so long in this kind of world.
Abruptly he slams his book shut, growing bored and more concerned with his own thoughts now. There was a bigger world outside of his library. Bigger and more interesting. Staying cooped up in his gilded cage would serve him no purpose. (y/n) and Jaime both had taken the first opportunity that came to escape Tywin’s household. Tyrion would do the same. Especially now that he knew Jaime might be alive.
He would make (y/n) proud and become someone to be admired like the knights he had been reading about.
Now that his mind was made up, Tyrion left the library and went to his rooms’ empty of any guards or maids.
Perfect. It would make his escape that much easier. No one would miss him and for once Tyrion was happy about that. There was no one left at the Rock whom he cared about. Dead and missing.
Packing a travel bag, Tyrion thought of the essentials he would need in order to make it to Rhaegar’s camp. Having already snuck into Tywin’s study to read over his letters, Tyrion already knew the whereabouts of the Silver Dragon Army (as people had been referring to Rhaegar’s army). The journey would be quite a long one, especially for an eight year old. But Tyrion had determination in his heart. He didn’t want to continue his young life quiet and sad, unable to leave the castle even though no one in there truly cared for him. Taking a page from his older siblings and take his life into his own hands.
Of course Tyrion was scared about going out into a big world all by himself. There would be no one with him until he reached Rhaegar. If he kept off the main roads though he shouldn’t run into too much trouble. Tyrion had learned how to read maps at the age of three and knew the different types of flora and fauna in Westeros. He may not be strong yet, but he was smart. That’s what happened when one was left to their own devices. What else was there to do but read. He would finally be utilizing his vast knowledge. This would be his real test. Far more than anything the maesters could muster up.
Tyrion was ready for it. A lion of Casterly Rock felt no fear and never backed down from a challenge.
Briefly, he prays to the Crone and the Warrior to keep him safe. Above all things through, he wanted (y/n) to hear his prayers so that she may protect him as well. As she always had.
#reader insert#reader insert fanfiction#game of thrones#game of thrones fanfiction#game of thrones fanfic#Game of Thrones fandom#a song of ice and fire fanfiction#a song of ice and fire fanfic#A Song of Ice and Fire#A Song of Ice and Fire fandom#ASoIaF#asoiaf fandom#asoiaf fanfiction#asoiaf fanfic
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In the spirit of bringing back Asks but also me just wanting to know but not knowing where to start: PLEASE tell me all about High Card. And about the two you guys in lots of your fanart. Yes I'm taking notes, and yes there will be follow-up questions in this impromptu High Card course.
one of the great things about michael for all who don't know him is that he's fully aware of how much a) i can yap for paragraphs upon paragraphs on end about anything in particular, and b) of a deranged lunatic i can become when it comes to my hyperfixations, at which point the yapping turns into a three-year dissertation, and yet, he still takes the dive and asks me about it with genuine interest. this is one of the many reasons why he is an awesome friend.
[rubs hands together with a wicked smile] thank you for asking about high card !!! sneak under the cut to learn more about the silly show that revolves around playing cards that give you superpowers and the even sillier people who control said cards:
the story is heavily inspired kingsman, and it centers around the existence of 52 playing cards that each hold a unique power. the higher the card's value, the stronger the power that's given to the user, who is called a player in the series. these cards, referred to as "x playing cards," are considered a myth, tied to an old folk tale about the four kingdoms of trapla island that banded together to defeat invaders, the sorcerer who helped turn the tide of the war by bestowing incredible powers to 52 of the land's strongest soldiers, and the crowning of the first king of a unified fourland. the cards most certainly exist, and there's a fight between opposing factions to retrieve them.
our protagonist, finn oldman, gets caught up in this battle while he's out trying to make money at a casino.
he's seventeen (eighteen by the end of s2), an orphan who lost his parents and older brother in a tragic car accident, and is now living on his own after growing up for almost a decade at the sun fields orphanage. he cherishes the place, often going back to visit the kids and lindsey, the kind man who runs the establishment. the orphanage is at risk of being shut down due to money issues, and finn has made it his priority to get enough cash to save his childhood home. he's a pickpocket with incredibly good eyesight, but that alone won't make enough dough, so he goes to the big city to try his luck at a casino. there, he ends up finding himself in the middle of a deadly shoot-out where these guys in suits are using some crazy-ass powers, and they seem to be focused on one thing: a playing card with a pattern on the back that looks extremely familiar. he has one just like that, the only thing he brought with him to the orphanage after the crash and his most prized possession. finn ends up stealing that card during the scuffle and then a car to make a getaway, but he gets followed and ultimately finds himself in a standoff, the barrel of a gun focused on him. he takes one last gamble, and, just like he'd seen the young man in the red suit do, plays his 2 of Spades card. it materializes into a revolver that always shoots in a straight line, and finn uses his great eyesight to disarm his assailant. he thinks he's just about gotten away scott free when the man in red, who was absolutely just dead on the ground after getting obliterated by the assailant finn had just decommissioned, stands up, covered in more red from his own blood, and demands finn give both of those playing cards to him.
and that's how finn meets chris redgrave.
through chris, finn meets the rest of high card, a secret organization working for the crown whose mission it is to retrieve all 52 x-playing cards and return them to the king so that they don't fall into the wrong hands. by day, the members of high card work at the old maid branch of pinochle, a luxury cars dealership. chris, noticing finn's skills, suggests that the young sharpshooter join their ranks. at first, he's reluctant, but when finn hears about the very nice paycheck he could earn, he's all on board. and so, finn begins his tenure as a car salesman slash secret operative under chris' mentorship.
high card is made up of the following individuals:
- leo constantine pinochle: fourteen, holder of the 7 of diamonds, "never no dollars"
his card allows him to transform any sum of money on hand into any object of equal monetary value. he can make a whole slew of weapons with a briefcase of bills, but he can just about only make a snickers bar if he's got two bucks.
imagine the heir to a luxury car dealership business who is stupidly wealthy and goes to a prestigious all-boys school. you probably imagine a short little brat dressed like some kind of snooty british elite schoolboy, looks down on everyone around him, and makes it known that he has both immense power and money. you're right. he also happens to be the leader of high card, and his father (theodore constantine pinochle, can you believe how pretentious their names are) is the president of both high card and the pinochle empire. he's arrogant and prickly, but he's good at what he does (except in the eyes of his father, who barely recognizes him as a son and views him more as an underling who constantly disappoints him... ouch.) he's basically the boss at the old maid branch. i think this series does not have child labor laws. leonard, please do normal fourteen year old things like playing video games and hanging out with your school friends. (he doesn't have any...)
wendy sato: twenty-one, holder of the ace of spades, "love and peace"
her card summons a sheathed blade that holds a very powerful energy once it's unsheathed (will not spoil too much)
oh, wendy. my wife. failgirl supreme. the kind to trip up the stairs and forget her glasses on the top of her head. she's also scary good at swordfighting and physical combat in general. her beloved father owned a dojo where she trained since childhood prior to joining high card. finn and chris are scared of her because it doesn't take much for her to scold them or raise her voice. she's not mean by any means; she just doesn't put up with their monkeying around. she struggles with self-esteem issues because she isn't able to control her card once the sword has been unsheathed, so she feels like a burden to the team when she can't use her full power (or does, and then puts them all directly in danger). at the old maid branch, she is in charge of accounting and the like.
vijay kumar singh: twenty-six, holder of the 3 of clubs, "green green"
his card allows him to manipulate plants, so he is usually seen fighting with vines
vijay. husband. criminally low amount of screentime for this oddball king. he's a gentle soul who is almost like an older brother / cousin to everyone else, especially leo (he tutored leo when the latter was younger, and they get along really well) he is a scholar, currently a phd student and part-time lecturer at the university of cribbage. he loves plants !!! he has a selection of potted plants, all with names, that he keeps at the old maid branch with whom he talks to regularly. the others, aside from leo, think he's a total space case (the autism is strong in this one, trust). he's very logical, speaks really intelligently, and will absolutely go on a tangent about plants and other stuff given the opportunity. so yeah, he might be a bit hard to talk to, but he's really kind and often cooks for the team or brings in sweets. he takes care of like IT and systems management at the branch.
- finn !!! his card is called "neo new nambu," and it's the 2 of spades
- chris redgrave: twenty, holder of the 5 of hearts, "calories high"
his card basically grants him immortality, using up his calories to heal any and every wound (but when he's out of calories, the healing power is essentially gone). a self-proclaimed "immortal ladies man," he is this frivolous playboy who doesn't miss an opportunity to flirt with beautiful women. carefree, witty, and incredibly well-versed in martial arts / hand-to-hand combat. he has an absurd sweet tooth and constantly carries bars of fudge around both for snacking and to keep a nice source of calories on hand. he's in charge of sales at the old maid branch. you think you know chris and what he's all about, but it's really a collection of masks. the true chris ? you'll just have to watch to learn more hehe.
also technically part of high card is bernard symons, an older gentleman who does not go out on missions and mainly stays at the old maid branch to do admin stuff. he's so, so kind, and finn affectionately calls him "grandpa." soft-spoken and is always taking care of the high card members in little ways.
then we have the bad guys. ohoho. the klondike family is a mafia-like organization that wants the cards for their own purposes. they're a funny, vicious bunch led by ban klondike, foxy grandpa in chief.
the assailant that finn deals with that i mentioned before is one of the klondike members ! they're a fun bunch of villains for sure.
that's really the best introduction i can give !!! the series is so much fun. it's not going to win any awards or absolutely floor you with the writing and plot, but if you go in not expecting a masterpiece or anything, it's such a great experience. the characters have outstanding designs (done by the very talented ebimo, who designed the charisma house characters as well !!!), and they are all really fascinating in my opinion. the art style is gorgeous, and the soundtrack is INSANELY GOOD. it's predominantly jazzy, so if that's your thing, you will absolutely love it. the english-speaking side of the fandom is fairly small, but it's full of a ton of really amazing people !!! the one thing that i think might deter you (if i remember what you'd said before) though is that there's no english dub. it has 24 episodes so far (no official news of a season three, but there is a surprise episode 25 being produced right now !!!), so it's not a super long commitment !!! so if you're interested, i would say definitely give it a shot !!! ep1 is outstanding and reeled me right in, so it starts off really good, promise.
and i think that's a good place to stop the yapping. thank you for asking about high card and taking an interest. 🥺✨️🫶
#high card#asks with min#flusterstruck#sending you lots of love and good vibes michael i hope you have an outstanding weekend 🫶#i think if vijay were older he and liv would get along soooo well#finn would LOVE nox. he'd be like dude you are so cool can you teach me everything you know about fighting and just being COOL#that's enough yapping for one day i will crawl back into my cave
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Nightmares
Pairing ~ Jin Grandet x Reader/Emma
Word Count ~ 1411
Author's Note ~ This fic is pretty much just because I could. lol I hope you enjoy!
Warnings ~ Mentions of main character death, talk of war, depression/anxiety (MC), separation anxiety, trauma, hurt/comfort
You raced through the castle at top speed, passing confused maids and ignoring Clavis when he goaded you as you passed. "Excited for something, little rabbit?" He cackled as the wind from your speed tousled his hair. But not even Clavis could ruffle you feathers today. Nothing else mattered, because he was back.
Your lover was to return today from a bloody battle at the border between Rhodolite and Obsidian. He had been away for three months and the castle had seemed vacant without him, despite the fact that the other leading faction of royals had remained in their absence. Chevalier's faction was due to march out the next day to finish the war while Leon's returning faction would stay at the castle to guard it against any possible attacks.
Your only concern was a certain auburn-haired prince, with eyes as rich as red wine and a smile that could send even the tamest women into a tizzy. When he told you those three months ago that he would be leading his troops with Leon's faction into war, you were terrified. You had clung to him like a child, willing him by prayer alone not to go, even though you knew that as a prince, it was his duty, and that he would not abandon it. He had reminded you not to worry before he left, and that he was stronger than he looked. That had earned a giggle bubbling from your lips, because Jin Grandet looked like one of the strongest men in the world: towering above most of the other princes, and muscular from head to toe. He was masculine and angular, and at a glance looked as though he could take on a bull and have a fairly good chance.
His assurance helped you, but it didn't chase away the many nightmares that conjured images you dared not imagine in your waking moments, and Jin would wake with you almost every night to fix tea for you and stroke your hair until you finally settled back into his broad chest to sleep. The nightmares only worsened after Jin left with his troops and the other princes. They became more frequent, happening every time you drifted off. You became like the waking dead, zombified during the day, slogging through the castle with severe dark circles under your eyes, unable to properly focus on Sariel's lessons. But instead of a lecture from your tutor, he wordlessly set up a cot in his office so that you could rest while he watched over you, waking you if you showed signs of stirring in your sleep.
He wasn't the only one, either. Luke would bake honey cakes with special sleeping herbs in them to help you doze peacefully, and often let you sleep on his legs in the garden. Nokto often took you with him to parties to help you focus on something besides Jin, and Clavis had even transformed his pranking style into things that would actually make you laugh, like somehow managing to fill your entire room with party balloons between your half hour naps, or stuffing dinner napkins in the toes of your shoes to make you think your feet had grown overnight. You even received a modicum of kindness from the Brutal Beast. You would trudge into the library to search for a book assigned by Sariel and find it and several others that were of the less instructional persuasion in a neat pile at your favorite reading spot. The three months without Jin had been insurmountably difficult, but you had survived because of the other princes and Sariel.
You made a mental note to get a gift to thank each of them later as you reached the front doors of the palace and wrenched them open. Leon was front and center in the returning throng, and his troops followed him up the path. You sprinted down the steps to reach the gate that the palace guards were creaking open, and waited for Leon to reach you. The closer he got, the more worn down he looked. You noticed a few scratches littering his handsome face, and as he rode through the gate and dismounted near you, you saw the ache in his eyes. They had taken quite a beating.
Leon strode up to you and wrapped you up in his arms. "Good to have a hug from you again." He sighed, the weight in his voice not escaping your notice.
"You too, Leon. I'm glad you're okay." You rubbed his back a few times before releasing him just in time to see Licht ride through the gate, his soldiers following behind. Thankfully, Licht seemed mostly unscathed, but the darkness in his eyes told you that his body was the only thing that didn't sustain damage. Yves and his soldiers came trotting afterwards. "Oh, Yves!" You exclaimed once you caught sight of the bloody cloth that covered the side of his head.
He looked down at you from his horse with a pained expression before glancing back at Leon behind you and jumping down. "Yves, are you okay?!" You cried, getting closer to the dressed wound.
"I'm fine!" Yves sputtered, but then his gaze darkened. It was only then that you took a pause and glanced around. Yves's soldiers were still filing through the gate, but there seemed to be so many more of them than you remembered. Only seconds passed before you took in the different colored uniforms.
"Hey, where's Jin?" You turned to Leon, confusion in your eyes. When his gaze slid away from yours, you turned to Yves. "Yves," you breathed, feeling your heart begin to thud ominously against your ribcage. "Yves, where is Jin?"
"Emma, I- I tried! I did everything I could! I-"
But you had gone deaf to his explanations. Your eyes had found the soldiers in the rear of the procession, carrying a body bound in heavy cloths with grim expressions.
"No..." You whispered, as if to yourself. "NOOO!!" A scream erupted from your heart with so much force that you felt it crack inside of you. "No no no no no! Jin! JIN!" Leon and Yves surrounded you, doing their best to shield your eyes from the soldiers with Jin's body, but it was no use. Your world had already splintered into pieces, and your wails of mourning were heard all throughout Rhodolite.
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You gasped, shooting straight up in your bed with tears streaking your cheeks in rivers of anguish. Your breathing was labored as the image of Jin's body wrapped in cloth haunted the space just behind your eyes, and your vision clouded over as the oxygen you consumed lessened with each incoming breath. You were on the verge of slipping into unconsciousness when a strong hand took hold of your shoulder and pulled you into a warm chest. You turned your head to find your lover with a concerned half-lidded gaze on you. "Jin," you murmured, your hands flying to his skin, touching him all over to make sure he was real. But touching him wasn't enough, so you swiveled in his grasp and settled yourself onto his legs before continuing your panicked exploration of his body, warm and alive and safe, here with you.
"Did you have the nightmare again, sweetheart?" he asked gently, his hand coming up to brush your hair from your eyes. You only nodded as you continued to feel him, finally bringing your head to his chest and settling your ear against his heart.
Boom boom, boom boom
You sighed, at last allowing some of the tension to leave your muscles. Jin wrapped his strong arms around you and pulled you close, dropping tender kisses on the top of your head as his hands caressed your back. "Jin is okay," you muttered under your breath. "Jin is alive, he is okay. He came back from war two weeks ago with Leon's faction. He is okay." You repeated the phrases like a mantra, willing your heart and mind to remember them and believe them. Jin's hold tightened around your shaking body and he leaned in close to you.
"I'm okay, baby. I didn't leave you. I'm here, I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere."
After you cried several more unshed tears and shared countless deep, aching kisses with your lover, you were able to slip into slumber against his chest at last, listening to his heartbeat well into the world of your dreams.
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#ikemen prince#ikemen prince fanfic#ikepri#ikepri fanfic#jin grandet#ikemen prince jin#ikepri jin#jin grandet hurt/comfort#hurt/comfort#ikemen hurt/comfort#ikepri hurt/comfort#tw: mentions of main character death#tw: mentions of war#tw: death
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Suddenly got a new fanfic idea
In this AU, Cale is still OG!Cale. However, recently just before the canon TBOAH story begins, Cale begins to dream of events from another world (Earth). Initially, he brushes them off as childish dreams but begins to doubt his own dismissal as he learns quite a bit of knowledge from those dreams.
Sometime before Harris Village is attacked, Cale gets drunk (one of the very few times that happened) due to depression over his biological mother's coming death anniversary.
Walking through the mountain trail (being able to get past the gate due to lazy guards), the drunk Cale meets a normal human would have usually never encountered in their lifetime.
A dragon.
However, what's most unusual about the encounter was that the purple dragon, the strongest race in the world, was injured with a strangely shaped sword stabbed in its back.
[To those that don't know, this is based on Kobayashi's Dragon Maid. Even a character from there is in this AU.]
The reclusive dragon, Fafnir, had not expected to be attacked in his cave by a group of humans (however, he wasn't even sure if they're truly human since they were able to injure him) with strange powers he had never seen before. At the end of the battle, he did something that the dragons would never ever do due to their pride as the strongest species.
He teleported away.
Fafnir was part of the majority of arrogant dragons that were prideful and loners. But however prideful he may be, Fafnir knows when he is fighting a losing battle and this had been one of them. As much as he desired to destroy them, he did not want to be killed, as he desired to return to nature at the end of his life.
But it may be futile in the end, as they had managed to stab him with that sword just before he teleported. Normally, he would be able to heal from such a small wound, but there was an unknown power (a power that felt similar to the priests he had encountered in the past, so it's possibly a god's power) coming from that sword, quickly draining away his mana, along with the fact that the sword cannot be pulled out.
He had teleported at a clearing on the mountains. This may be the end of him. In the end, it seemed he wouldn't be able to return to nature like he wanted.
Just as he was about to close his draconic eyes, the dragon heard footsteps coming his way. He had immediately realized that it was a human, but a normal, powerless one.
And the red-haired human was clearly drunk, judging from his red face.
What happened next was something not even Fafnir expected.
The human began complaining about dreaming about meeting the injured dragon in front of him and some other nonsense that had nothing to do with the dragon. Fafnir tried to threaten him off (but could not release his Dragon Fear most likely due to the sword) but, to his surprise, the redhead was unfazed and just continued to complain further.
When asked about the sword on his back, Fafnir explained the battle to him. To his surprise, the redhead drunkenly climbs onto his back and yells out to the gods how he didn't want to see or even deal with a corpse of a dragon during his already bad day as he pulls out the sword, presumably due to his lack of faith.
The very confused and shocked dragon soon finds himself drinking with the redhead by the latter's insistence (and Fafnir could not refuse due to the fact that he owed the redhead for saving his life). He learned that the redhead's name is Cale Henituse, the son of the owner of the territory he teleported in.
He also quickly learned that this guy is very talkative while drunk. Fafnir was pretty sure the redhead might not even remember this meeting.
The dragon listened attentively as the human began talking (mostly complaining) about his bitterness towards his stepfamily, his father's neglect and how he had to act like trash because he didn't belong to the current family his father had built.
After all that personal stuff, the human began to talk about something very interesting.
The human began to recount to the dragon about all the dreams he had recently, about a completely different world. The human talks about strange mechanical contraptions that work like a carriage, food he has never heard of before and more. From how detailed it is, Fafnir immediately considers the likely possibly that this may be memories rather than dreams.
Once it was time for Cale to go home, the human offers the dragon to stay at his place.
Fafnir's lair had been destroyed in the battle earlier, he could just make a new lair, but...
This human, a lower and insignificant species, had saved his life.
Fafnir is an arrogant and proud dragon and would refuse to work, much less even be with anyone. However...
He hated being unable to repay debts most of all. Because he didn't like the feeling of owing something to a human, especially when this debt wasn't something small.
Is there anyone else that can honestly say that they had saved a dragon?
That's why when the dragon accepted the offer, the dragon also offered to become his butler.
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Cale's past life is an OC, a half-Korean, half-French.
[I made OC French because I like "Miraculous Ladybug".]
KRS still exists, however, in this AU, he died along with LSH and CJS.
OC is a young boy that was adopted by the Soo Team when his parents died in the Cataclysm. Since he's only a child, he doesn't take part in most of the battles (he still learned self-defense in case of emergencies).
He is intelligent for his age and mostly handles their domestic lifestyle. He becomes a great chef from his desire to give his hyungs actual meals from the food they would find.
OC is also very close to KRS due to their shared desire for a peaceful life, along with KRS's soft spot for children.
After the Soos died, OC is left in the care of Kim Min Ah. Due to his depression, he didn't communicate much with the others of the company except for Kim Min Ah.
At some point, once the monster situation had been stabilized enough to allow overseas travel again, OC went to France to live with his relatives. However, while they treated him fine, he wasn't as close to them as he was with the Soos and Kim Min Ah, whom he regularly calls.
Eventually, OC adopts a bunch of orphans who lost their parents to the monsters, few of them even close to his age.
Later on, he saves a little girl from a monster attack, sacrificing his life in the process. He was only 22-years-old.
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OC is similar to KRS due to their shared desire for a peaceful life. However, unlike KRS, OC is less of a slacker and is quite a bit more active than KRS.
He is also more open in expressing his feelings and honesty. However, due to his upbringing as Cale, he is still an expert in hiding his emotions, a necessity in noble society.
He also has a bit of Gintama-esque humor, making references here and there and would say random things at times.
[Will now refer to OC as Cale]
Since OC is still OG!Cale, he has complicated feelings towards his family. Since getting back his past life memories, he is more accepting of his resentful side towards Deruth for neglecting him. He also still avoids his stepfamily.
While still very much a kind and caring person, he is also just as selfish as KRS, and will not hesitate to loot and scam people.
He is also quite sadistic, taking joy in the misery of his enemies when they are defeated (or looted).
Since Cale feels he doesn't belong in the Henituse Family, he decides to create a source to quickly become rich first before he finally cuts himself off from the family.
By opening up hot spring baths, restaurants, cafes with food from his world, etc.
(He won't make Korean food though, that punk would likely demand answers from him.)
[This is inspired by "Ascendance Of A Bookworm", "Maou-sama, Retry!" and "The Greatest Estate Developer".]
#cale henituse#og!cale henituse#tcf#trash of the count's family#original cale henituse#lcf#lout of the count’s family
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All's Fair In Love & War- Nobunaga Ch. 17
Chapter 17- Basically Ch. 16 from Nobunaga's POV.
Nobunaga stood with the others at the front entrance of Ava’s castle. They were all waiting patiently for Ava and Sato to join them. He couldn’t help but to wonder exactly what she would be wearing for a festival…and worry a bit. Though she seemed to do well with her shoulder wound, she was still in a great deal of pain. She could hide her pain and her fatigue from everyone, but Nobunaga could see it in her eyes. Her eyes betrayed the strong front she put up.
“They should be getting here any moment.” Jiro said, looking out the door and taking note of the position of the sun. “It’s getting close to time.”
“You always seem to worry about her schedule there, lad.” Masamune said.
“I have never seen her not be on time.” Nobunaga added.
“True…but when she’s getting ready with Sato… it just takes her longer.” Jiro replied. “But she always gives the maids and her attendants the festival day off. She also makes sure the castle guards get a rotation of breaks during the festival so everyone can attend even if only for a little while.”
“That’s a considerate lord.” Masamune commented.
Nobunaga had to admire Ava’s rulership. She knew how to make sure her people were always at their best. His thoughts were soon being interrupted by Sato’s voice.
“We’re all set!”
Nobunaga turned, his eyes instantly drawn to Ava. She looked so different from how she normally did. She was dressed in a beautiful pale pink yukata that was patterned with white, a darker pink, and gold flowers. Her waist was accentuated by a white and golden sash. And her hair…swept back n an elegant style instead of the usual battle-ready ponytail she wore.
She looked so elegant and…beautiful in her festival attire. Nobunaga felt his heartrate picking up just a bit as he looked at her, his eyes widening ever so slightly, but only for a moment as he took in her expression. Her eyes…so warm and so beautiful were taking him in just as he was taking her in. And if he wasn’t mistaken, her eyes were lingering on his chest, which in his current attire was exposed more than normal. Was that…desire in her eyes?
He couldn’t help but to smile at the thought. Nor could he help but to be happy seeing her alive and well. The gunshot may have been only a shoulder wound…but it still could have ended so badly. She could still get an infection or reopen the wound if she were not careful. But at least right now she looked very healthy.
“It is good to see you up and about, Ava.” He greeted her.
She looked at him and for a moment, he thought he saw disappointment flash in her eyes. But she quickly schooled her features into her usual haughty expression. “Nothing plenty of rest and good food can’t take care of.” She told him. “Besides I’m made of tougher stuff than that.”
Nobuaga couldn’t help but to agree with her. She was definitely the strongest woman he had ever met. “As you are.”
It was then that Masamune was letting out a whistle and came up close beside Ava. He was looking at her with a rather hungry look in his one blue eye. Nobunaga was not pleased. “Looking good there, lass.” Masamune told her, ignoring the glare Nobunaga was shooting him. “I know you’ve invited Nobunaga as your special guest, but you think you can fit in some time for me?”
Masamune was clearly flirting with Ava. This bothered Nobunaga more than he would like to admit. He was getting ready to say something when Ava was reaching up with her good arm and shoving Masamune back.
“Personal space, Masamune. Stay out of mine.” She told him, very firmly.
Still Nobunaga felt compelled to do something. When he was around Ava…he couldn’t help but to act on these urges and impulses. He reached for her hand as she was bringing it back down to her side and he gently tugged until she was close at his side. He kept ahold of her hand as he fixed a hard look on Masamune.
“I will not be sharing my title of special guest.” He informed Masamune.
A big grin broke out on the other warlord’s face and laughter burst from him. “I’m only teasing…or at least mostly.”
Nobunaga fought the urge to say See that it remains that way. He couldn’t figure out why… but the thought of any other man getting Ava’s attention bothered him. He wanted to be the only one she looked at…she was already the only woman he looked at. He could see no one else but her.
There was more words and teasing exchanged between Ava and her vassals before they were all setting off for the opening ceremony of the festival. Nobunaga had attended many festivals in his time and yet he couldn’t help but to feel excited about this one…and he was curious about the opening ceremony, asking Ava about it.
She readily explained it. A simple opening with a prayer followed by a performance. Then she would give a small speech kicking off the festivities. Of course, this discussion led to some more teasing from her vassals and more information coming forth…that Ava and her mother the late Lady Kaede used to dance in the opening ceremony.
Ava had seemed embarrassed about Nobunaga finding out this information…but then when she mentioned she used to dance because her mother had requested it…she seemed to get a bit sad. It was still strange to him that she had had such a kind and…loving relationship with her parents. That wasn’t the norm in these times, and yet there was a part of him that was happy she had had such happiness.
He watched as Ava pushed past the moment of sadness, intent to focus on celebrating and having a good time. That is what festivals were for after all.
Nobunaga still held Ava’s hand even as they made their way to the center of the town. They all stayed silent as the opening prayer was recited and the performers put on their show. Once that was over, Nobunaga was releasing Ava’s hand…reluctantly as she went up on the stage to address her people and open the festival.
He couldn’t help but to think how beautiful and powerful she looked up there. Though her opening speech had been short, it had been filled with a brightness he had not expected. When she was joining them once again, Masamune was teasing her.
“I was half expecting a grand speech.” Masamune said, his face teasingly disappointed.
Ava was rolling her eyes at him. “It’s the traditional short and sweet opening that the people expect.” She told him. “Now come on, we have food and games and music and dancing to enjoy.”
The group was then splitting up, Nobunaga half surprised Hideyoshi and Jiro weren’t insisting on accompanying them. The two were both worriers and terribly loyal to their respective lords. Though Nobunaga was glad…he wanted to be alone with Ava.
“What will you show me first?” He asked Ava, grinning at her.
“What? You expect ME to entertain YOU?” She asked, her voice teasing. Her smile quickly warmed however. “Though I can think of something you’ll like.” She was then reaching for his hand and leading him through the festival.
Nobunaga noted how small her hand was compared to his…her delicate hand fit so perfectly inside his. Her hands were just as callous as his and yet…they somehow still seemed softer. They were soon standing in front of a cart where a vendor had several items on sticks. They looked like blown and sculpted glass figures.
“Ah, my lord, I am happy to see you as always.” The vendor greeted her with a bright happy smile.
Ava returned the smile. “I am happy to have you come back to town.” She replied. “We’ll take two.”
“Of course, my lord.” The vendor replied as he then handed Ava two of the figures.
She turned, handing him one. It looked like a water dragon. “What is this?” Nobunaga asked, curious as to why she thought he would enjoy it.
Her smile was bright and a bit mischievous as she answered him. “Candy.” She answered. “Go on, try it.”
Nobunaga looked at the figure questioningly. It didn’t look like candy…but that would explain why she would think he would like it. Hesitantly, Nobunaga brought the treat to his lips and snaked his tongue out to taste it. The sweetness instantly hit his tongue as delicious as any konpeito he had ever had before.
They paid for their treats and Nobunaga purchased additional ones. He would indulge in more of these later. “I had a feeling that would be one you would enjoy.” Ava said, smiling, clearly satisfied with herself.
Nobunaga couldn’t help but to return her smile with one of his own. It felt so easy and natural for his lips to quirk up at the corners whenever Ava was near. “I commend you on your first recommendation.” He told her, earning a sweet giggle from her. He wanted to hear more of her laughter.
She was next showing him to the games, mentioning that they didn’t used to have as many as they do now, but she had added to them over the years. He was impressed with the variety and so many games he had never heard of before.
“Are you up for a little friendly competition?” She asked, grinning at him.
She looked rather confident. “I am…though it almost doesn’t seem fair…given the circumstances.” He answered her. He loved competing with her…but he preferred it when they were on equal footing.
“Well, it’s a good thing then that most of these require only one good arm and I am right-handed.” Ava informed him. She wasn’t backing down. She was then leading him towards a game where you had to toss wooden rings and try to get them over bottles that were all group together.
“You just pick up the ring and toss it like so.” She said, demonstrating…but missing her target.
“I see.” Nobunaga replied. “A simple concept, but hard to actually pull off.” the way the bottles were arranged, it was easy to see they were made to keep one from being able to actually get a ring around the bottle neck…though not impossible.
They both tossed a few rings before Nobunaga was the first to get a ring around a bottle, winning the competition. The next was throwing a ball at a stack of bottles…Ava managed to hit the target first, knocking over all of the bottles and winning.
They continued to play the games, talking and laughing as they did. Nobunaga couldn’t remember the last time he had had so much fun. He was constantly smiling with Ava. Though after they completed the knife throwing competition, he noticed the pained look in her eyes.
Nobunaga was lifting his hand, fingertips tracing her cheek oh so gently. He couldn’t help but to want to touch her. “Perhaps we should find a quiet place to sit.”
“I’m fine to keep going.” Ava protested.
Nobunaga knew she needed to rest. Just taking a small break would be good for her. “Ava…” He breathed her name as he leaned forward until his lips were at her ear, “We can always return after you have had a rest.”
Nobunaga noticed a shiver run down her spine. Was it his words? His closeness? “Alright…the fireworks should be starting before long so we can find a good place to view them from.”
Nobunaga pulled back, smiling at her, glad that she seemed to be reacting to him…he also rather enjoyed the idea of being completely alone with Ava. Hopefully in an area away from all others. “Yes.”
She seemed to think for a moment before she led him to the river that ran through the territory. There was a bench under a tree at the riverbank and the pair were soon coming to sit there. “It’s a beautiful and clear night.” Ava said, as she looked up at the sky.
Nobunaga looked up at the sky for a moment. The stars were bright and beautiful. Something he hadn’t really paid attention to before. The sky always seemed so much brighter when he viewed it with Ava. “Yes.” He agreed. He felt the urge to touch her again, his fingertips going to her cheek once again. “How are you feeling?” He asked, wanting to know she was okay. NEEDING to know she was okay.
“As good as can be expected.” SHe answered as she turned back to him…their faces surprisingly close. Nobunaga had been unconsciously leaning in. “It still hurts…especially if I move it too much, but it’s nothing I can’t push through.”
Nobunaga looked intently at her face, looking for any sign of immense pain on her face. Then his eyes scanned her injured shoulder, looking for any red staining her yukata. “Are you certain? You haven’t reopened it?” He asked, his face serious and intense, voice filled with concern and worry pulling at his chest.
“I promise, I am fine.” Ava answered, her words earnest. “It honestly feels good to be up and moving. I hate just laying around and doing nothing…I don’t idle well.”
Nobunaga felt himself relax at her words and let out a chuckle. Both at her words and at his own reaction. He moved his hand to fully cup her cheek. “See that you take care of yourself.” He told her, his words coming out surprisingly gentle even to his own ears.
She seemed surprised by his words. “Why…why do you care so much…about what happens to me, Nobunaga?” She asked. “What am I to you?”
Nobunaga was taken aback by her question. But he wanted to answer her…and to answer her honestly. Perhaps…she could even help him to understand what it was he was feeling.
“I…don’t know.” He answered. “It is…to see you hurt or in distress…it makes my chest tighten and ache as it never has before…and when I see you smile or hear you laugh…nothing brings me as much joy…and I find myself…thinking about you even when you are not near and at times it makes no sense…wondering how you are and what you are doing…wondering if you are thinking of me, too…and then when we are together…I am filled with the strangest of desires…I want to reach out and touch you…hold you…”
Ava seemed quiet a moment after his words. When she next spoke, her words seemed to surprise her as much as they surprised him. “You have… no idea what you do to me when you say such things, Nobunaga.”
“What do you mean?” He inquired, wanting to understand what it was she was telling him.
She reached for his other hand and brought it to her chest, resting over her heart as she had the night before to show him she was alive. Nobunaga could feel her heart pounding beneath his hand. “Making my heart beat fast like this for one thing.” She explained. “And when your fingers touch my cheek…or when you’ve kissed my forehead…and you consume my thoughts just as you say I do yours.”
Nobunaga was taken aback. His eyes widened and his lips parted as a slight gasp slipped out. “Ava…” Her name was the only word that seemed to matter. AVA was the only thing to matter.
“Nobunaga…” his name was a murmur on her lips and it had never sounded so good for someone to say his name.
As they sat there, a hairsbreadth from one another, Nobunaga couldn’t help but to be drawn in by her eyes. They seemed to beckon him into their depths, inviting him to dive deep and explore…darkening as their gazes continued to lock. It was then Nobunaga felt Ava’s hands grip the front of his kimono and the next thing he knew, her lips were on his.
He was surprised, not moving for a moment before he smiled against her lips. She was rather bold and he liked that about her. His smile left soon as he moved his lips to mold with hers, his arms moving to wrap around her waist and hold her close. He soon found himself getting lost in the kiss. He wanted more. His tongue gently prodding at the line of her lips, which she eagerly opened for him.
Nobunaga’s tongue moved with Ava’s memorizing the contours of her mouth as he explored. The way she tasted…nothing was sweeter or more delicious. This kiss…it was thrilling and intoxicating, taking Nobunaga to a place he’d never been before.
He was vaguely aware of the fireworks going off in the distance, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was the woman in his arms. How she felt pressed against him, her body warm and her lips moving with his.
You have conquered my heart, Ava. This…feeling I don’t know it, but I know…I NEED you by my side.
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Daemon and Laena's son: Baellian Targaryen - Headcanons
I chose to pick a faceclaim and an AI drawing for this beautiful boy had he survived and grown to be his father's heir.
PD: I've given him the name Baellian in honor of his grandfather Baelon, adding an original touch to the name
I think it's important to note how things would have happened had he survived:
1. Even if Baellian is Daemon and Laena's firstborn son, he could not inherit Driftmark (at first at least).
After debating with many others, I've come to the conclusion that even if Baellian survives, he could not inherit it because Luke is older and he carries the last name Velaryon, though obviously he's a Strong and everyone with eyes knows it, Corlys would be ecstatic about the birth of his first and only grandson, but he can not give him Driftmark because of his agreement with Rhaenyra in which he wanted Laenor's line to inherit it, because that way his last name would keep going. Of course, Corlys wants both his name and blood in the Iron Throne and Driftmark so that is why he supported the marriage agreements Rhaenyra and Laena had arranged of Jace/Baela and Lucerys/Rhaena.
I think the reason why Corlys insisted in the inheritance going this way was to protect Laenor, granted everyone knew the Strong boys were not the sons of Laenor and mocked him behind his back, but Corlys wanted at least the register that Laenor could fulfill his duty and with Adam and Alyn, Corlys wanted to make it seem that Laenor was capable of having enough physical attraction to women, and because he still didn't want to admit he cheated on Rhaenys and that it was him who risked the succession line of Driftmark .
2. As a result of Baellian not being able to be Lord of Driftmark but still being Daemon and Laena's only son who nonetheless is Daemon's firstborn, he would have to be given a castle and inheritance by Rhaenyra; also this would be a key factor in keeping him from wanting to take Driftmark as he would have a household of his own Baellian would be able to expand that will keep him occupied and satisfied enough that he will have no need of Driftmark.
Also ...
3. Baellian would need a strategic betrothal, a good option would be a lady from the Vale, I know Daemon hated his time there but remember that at the same time he had asked for his "inheritance" after Rhea Royce died (I'm going for the Book canon) and also remember the Vale has one of the strongest armies and the people from the Vale have an amazing discipline when it comes to battles and unity; also Daemon would want to give Baellian a more suitable match, an heiress as well, like a little cousin of Jeyne Arryn or a maid from House Hardyng or Sunderland (two of the most powerful bannermen of The Arryns) or a Baratheon maid.
Or for the sake of keeping his son's bloodline pure Daemon would betroth Baellian to a Velaryon from a minor branch in order to appease the Velaryons even more; Book! Daemon is actually pretty clever when it comes to politics.
Of course, in order to soothe the nerves of Corlys and Rhaenys over their bloodline, Baellian's firstborn son would be wed to Joffrey's firstborn daughter and viceversa.
4. Baellian would want to fight during the Dance, however as he would still be a boy, since Baellian would be like one year older than Aegon the Younger - around 11 months- he would be only nine when the war started which means Baellian's too young to fight.
5. If Baellian survived the dance, he would probably be Lord of Driftmark. As Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey would be dead, Corlys would ask Rhaenyra to change Baellian's name from Targaryen to Velaryon when he ascended. Of course, he would still ask for the legitimization of Addam and Alyn, but since he had already had problems with Rhaenyra and Daemon at this point, Corlys would give them "this boon" in order to reconcile.
6. Baellian would not rule as king, yes he's the firstborn son of the Rogue Prince, the younger brother of King Viserys, but since he already is heir to Driftmark and has his own keep - that would be built since the beginning because obviously Daemon would want his firstborn son's inheritance secure- away from the Red Keep, and as Baellian would emphasize Aegon's claim was stronger as he had the support of the Blacks as the only living son of Rhaenyra The Black Queen (as it was thought back then before Viserys II returned) he can not rule, Aegon would still have a better claim since he's King Viserys' grandson/nephew, while Baellian is Viserys' nephew/first cousin twice removed/ second cousin once removed, Aegon would win by proximity - something their great-great-grandfather Jaehaerys had done with Viserys to have him as heir. Also, it would be a homage to the fact Viserys never changed his heir: Rhaenyra, as The Blacks were still fighting after Rhaenyra's death while the Greens killed Aegon The Elder.
7. In the case Baellian has not married his betrothed and Baela is also single Baellian would marry Baela. The regents would want him isolated from his younger brother Aegon The Younger in order to manipulate the boy, and would still want to wed off Baela. Baela would go to her brother and ask him to wed each other. Just like their great-great-grandparents did. They would have so much potential together, the first daughter and son of Daemon and Laena, who both were dragonriders - as obviously Baellian would be given a dragon egg - and who grew up loving and respecting each other.
However, that would be if as I said, Baellian has not married his betrothed who will be the Lady of Driftmark. If he is already married, his wife's family would not want him to remarry as part of the agreement they had made with Baellian's father, so what Baellian could do is have Baela wed to Alyn (knowing Corlys, he would have legitimized them but not make them heirs since Corlys has his grandson).
Bonus: His name Baellian would be in honor of his grandfather Baelon, and at the same time to respect the fact the name 'Baelon' is meant for the main line; as in another circumstances Joffrey would have been named Baelon and any other son Rhaenyra would have had before marrying Daemon would be named Baelon, also it would be a respectful homage to his own cousin Baelon instead of the "Heir for a day" epithet.
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