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awfcspencer · 3 months

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Jealous || jennifer hermoso x reader

prompt: Post-match sex when Jenni gets a bit jealous

warnings: mdni 18+ only, smut, fingering, praise kink, strap-on, oral, begging

Football could sometimes be a very boring sport, players running up and down the field passing and chasing a small ball. It could be a very meticulous and repetitive event, but there was simply nothing boring about watching your girlfriend Jenni play. Whether it was for her club team or national team, if Jenni was playing, you were there watching. Any time you got the chance to gawk at your sweaty girlfriend in a tight kit and even tighter shorts, you would always be in attendance.

Maybe it was the way the raven-haired forward would use the end of her kit to wipe the thin layer of sweat that had formed on her head, which would ultimately showcase her rock-hard abs, much to your satisfaction. Maybe it was the tough demeanor she held on the pitch that flaunted her dominance, her sort of stone-cold persona, but as soon as she spotted you in the stadium, she sent you a cheeky smile accompanied by a seductive wink. Or maybe it was the thoughts that fluttered through your brain when you saw her take a risky tackle and then tried to plead her innocence to the ref, then after she turned her back, she would have a devilish, cocky grin slapped on her face. You weren’t exactly sure what specifically it was, possibly a combination of everything, but watching your girlfriend play was hot.

It got you worked up in a way you couldn’t necessarily explain but all you knew was that as soon as the final whistle blew, you needed to find her. Spain had beaten the Netherlands with Jenni slotting the back of the net in the first half. Sex with Jenni was great, sex with Jenni post-match where Spain had won was a whirlwind. Sex with Jenni where not only Spain had won but she also played an outstanding game and had a goal written with her name on it, you were in for a treat. The excitement that bubbled in you thinking about returning to the hotel room and letting Jenni have her way with you was almost too much.

Before you had managed to find her, you had ran into Ona, a national teammate of Jenni’s who you had come to get to know and adore. You also knew Ona had a little crush on one of your friends that the brunette had met at your birthday celebration a few months back. Your friend confided in you a few short days later that she returned the same feelings, so you were playing a little game of matchmaker with the pair, acting as sort of a wingman for both of them.

“What a lovely game Ona!”

Meeting the defender in a congratulatory hug, the two of you briefly spoke about the match and then quickly turned to discussing Ona’s next step in winning over your friend’s heart.

Ona was a bit touchier than Jenni liked as she watched the interaction between the two of you like a hawk. She didn’t like the way your initial hug had lasted a few seconds too long. She didn’t like the way Ona seemed to brush your bicep when you had made a funny comment. She certainly didn’t like how close the pair of you were standing near each other, almost close enough to whisper your conversation even in the still semi-filled stadium. Her final nerve struck was the big eyes Ona had as the two of you conversed, a sort of look of intensity or Jenni’s worst fear, lust. You were supposed to find her after the game, not Ona.

You could feel Jenni’s glaring eyes beaming into the side of your head from a few feet over as she talked to a few of her teammates. When you occasionally peeked over at your girlfriend, you could tell her jaw was tense almost as if she was upset at something. She had played a great game so it certainly couldn’t be the game, and she hadn’t mentioned anything to you before so your mind wracked on what she could possibly be upset about. And then it hit you, or should you say touched you as Ona’s fingers found your chest pushing your backwards when you made a funny comment about a possible date idea. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Jenni’s shoulders tense upwards, and her face became stern. Jenni was jealous.

So it was no surprise when two strong, tattooed arms wrapped around your waist and harshly pulled your body closer to hers. Her lips grazed your neck as you tried to pay her no attention, zeroing in on the conversation you were having with the defender. When you had finally finished, you turned towards Jenni and kissed her. It was a more intense kiss than you were initially expecting, stepping backwards a few steps when Jenni’s lips came crashing intently into yours.

“Well hello there. Lovely game mi amor.”

Jenni knew she was inherently good at the sport, she had this undeniable confidence about her on and off the pitch.

“Yeah it was a good game huh.” Shrugging her shoulders as if it was just another day at work for her. Her nostrils were flared, and her lips were pressed together in a firm line.

“Until you decided to act like a needy slut. Do I not give you enough attention?” She whispered in your ear and left, walking towards the changing rooms leaving you speechless in the middle of the pitch. You shuttered at the thought the last time you had Jenni remind you who you belonged to.

You hadn’t meant to intentionally piss her off. I mean you’d definitely played into it more than you should have, but the interaction between you and Ona was strictly friendly. Hell, you were trying to set her up with your friend. But Jenni did not see it that way. Before you could turn to describe your side of the story as you arrived outside her hotel room door, she roughly pushed your body flush back against the frame and began leaving dark, red marks down your neck. She swiftly used her other hand to unlock the door, leaving you to stumble backwards into the room when the door opened as Jenni’s lips never left yours. Her hands were all over your body, snaking her arms around your waist to bring your closer.

Once inside, Jenni’s large hands were immediately on your chest removing the kit that sported her number, her lips working on the tender skin of your neck after she had the article of clothing off. She ran her tongue over the faded marks of last week’s post-match celebration, humming to herself at her work. In one sudden motion, she ripped the black lacy lingerie top you had worn incase tonight would be a celebrated one and pushed you backwards onto the bed.

“Jenni I just purchased that.”

Instead of your girlfriend responding, her tongue instead found your chest, encasing each of your nipples in the warmness of her mouth. The skilled forward helped you shimmy out of your bottom layer. She covered the side of your neck in hungry kisses and licks, trailing them behind your ear and down your jaw. Your hands found the band of Jenni’s short, playing with the hem. Jenni was stationed between your legs, one thigh aligned directly with your core. You brushed against her to feel some sort of friction.

“Behave, I wouldn’t want to punish you now.” She instead took her time removing each piece of clothing and then watched as your dark, hooded eyes waited for her to touch you again.

“Jenni please do something. Touch me please. Fuck me please.”

“You needy little thing. Do you think you deserve my attention? After the show you put on?”

Right as you began to speak about how you had no intentions with Ona, Jenni’s two middle fingers were forcefully pushed into your mouth to the back of your throat causing you to gag, not allowing any real words to form from your mouth, just incoherent mumbles along with drool to fall from the corner of your mouth. You sucked on them intently, coating them with your saliva.

“Much better. You look so pretty with my fingers in your mouth.”

She ushered her body lower onto the bed and spread your thighs wide. “Mine” she said before she connected her lips to the inside of your thighs, her nails digging into your flesh on either side of your quads.

“Good god, you’re dripping and making a mess everywhere like a slut. Let me clean you up.”

She ran her tongue along your lips and slit before attaching them to your awaiting clit. Her fingers traced along your hips pushing them back down onto the mattress when you involuntary bucked upwards after her tongue jutted into your hole.

“Oh, fuck Jenni,” you groaned, head thrown back onto the pillows as Jenni’s first finger plunged inside you after collecting your wetness.

She made fast work of opening you up, making sure to hit every inch of your walls, skillfully knowing your body like the back of her hand. Knowing what places made you squirm more, and which places were particularly sensitive. You’re swollen and puffy already, her fingers slip through a flood of wetness and slide inside.

“Mine.” Jenni continued to say in-between laps at your cunt, reminding you just who you belonged to.

Jenni then lied flush on the bed with her head between your thighs as your legs were placed on her shoulders, her mouth attached to your hot cunt and her fingers toying with your aching nipples. The sounds leaving your mouth were desperate. She licked a long strip from your slit to your swollen clit and occasionally slipping back inside to tease your dripping hole. Your soft little moans becoming more and more desperate as you come close to the edge.

“Can’t- Can’t hold on any longer, please Jenni.”

Instead of guiding you through a release, she simply drew away causing your head to immediately peer up and watch her. She rummaged through her suitcase, finding the strap she had brought and hastily harnessed herself in. Her chin still soaked from the wetness leaking from your cunt when she looked back at you.

“Jen,” you started as she made her way back onto the bed. You were already sensitive and teetering on the edge of release. Your hips jerked and thighs twitched for something, anything to ease the throbbing arousal between your legs.

She rubbed the strap just barely up and down over your pussy, teasing your entrance slightly as you sprang upwards. A string of needy, filthy noises leaving your mouth.

“Just one more. Can you hold on for me?”

You whimpered into her ear as she leaned down to kiss and bite at your jaw and neck.

“Use your words baby,” she whispered into your ear to make you whine and plead more.

“J- Jenni, please.”

“Eager girl,” she cooed as she rubbed her index finger on your clit in quick, small circles. “So needy for my cock, aren’t you.”

“Yes, yes Jenni.” You looked up at her with glistening, pleading eyes.

In one sudden motion, her cock was buried deep inside of you as she gripped onto your hips, filling you to the brim. Her pace was fast and rough. You could feel every single inch of her along your walls. A guttural moan fell out of your mouth, spurring the forward on. Your white knuckles clutched onto the sheets to gain some sort of control over the growing ache.

“Take it just like that. Who fills you like this? Who makes you feel like this?”

“You Jenni, only you. Fuck,” you managed to moan out. She cannot stop hitting the one spot she knows makes you shiver under her.

“Good girl. Remember that,” she praised.

Jenni bucked her hips into you causing her cock to move inside you and your thighs to pound against hers. Her teeth bit on your bottom lip as you let out small whines and your body desired a release. Her strong forearms hovered over you, her temple pressed against yours as she continued to slam into you. Her lips were right next to your ear, and you could hear her pant as she thrusted into you.

“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart. Fuck, you hear that? I love how wet you get for me.”

Everything is so warm and hot, the only sounds heard of your wet cunt being pounded into. It was like a little bubble the two of you were in and Jenni wanted to make you feel good. You placed your hands on her broad shoulders and your legs wrap around her waist to let her thrust deeper.

With every hitched breath and moan, she can tell that you were going to fall apart for her. She takes the opportunity to slide her hand over your cunt, ghosting her thumb over your clit.

“I love seeing you like this, being such a good girl for me.”

Your fingers thread through her hair as her hands wrap around your thighs, keeping you stationed as you begin to shake. Your breathes come out strangled and your eyes are bleary and unfocused. Your close to crying, you’re desperate for a release. The tears cling to your eyelashes and your voice cracks.

“Please Jen. I’ve been good.”

“Come for me, baby. You’ve been so good for me.”

She loves the way your legs shake around her when you’re about to come. She watches your eyes roll back as she slams her strap into you. She takes her one hand and presses down on your lower stomach to keep you in place while she uses the other to circle your clit with her thumb as you come all over her cock.

You shutter under her as she guides you through your orgasm, leaving small, soft kisses on your chest as you ride out your high. She eventually pulls out when you come down and become increasingly sensitive, unhooking the harness from her waist and making quick work of wetting a warm towel and returning back to you.

She carefully cleaned you up with careful swipes, ushering out sweet nothings while you regulated your breathing. She discarded the towel and dressed herself in a comfy pair of joggers and a sports bra. She grabbed a water and a granola bar from her kit bag along with an oversized top and new pair on underwear for you.

“Feeling okay baby?” She asked as she assisted in dressing you, grabbing the comforter and placing it over both of your bodies.

“Amazing baby.” Sealing your words with a soft kiss to the tip of her nose.

There was a wave of silence that fell over the hotel room, the pair of you cuddling further into each other’s bodies, Jenni rubbing small circles on your back.

“You know Ona is interested in my friend right? The one from my birthday celebration. I was talking to her about setting them up.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that.”

“You didn’t give me a chance to,” you laughed, “Remember? You put your fingers in my mouth when I tried to explain.”

“Oh.” Her mouth was slightly ajar as her brain worked through the interaction, realizing she had maybe overacted.

“Oh is right. But I don’t mind you reminding me just who I belong to Jen.” You shifted your body closer to hers as she kissed the top of your head.

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archiveikemen · 1 year

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'Wicked Love Blooming In The Dark Night' Story Event: Chapter 1

Harrison Route

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I vividly remember being taught as a child that I should never tell a lie.

However, I realised something as I grew older.

People lie to protect others, or to protect themselves, there are dirty lies, and beautiful lies… there are many kinds of lies in this world.

Harrison Gray. What kind of lies are you telling?

…

(“Pick one member of Crown and spend an entire day with him as your lover”... hm.)

The first task assigned to me as a fairytale writer by Victor, the Queen’s aide, was not what I expected.

I had been racking my brain ever since I left his office—

Alfons: I heard about it, little robin. You were asked to pick someone as your lover, so that you can develop a deeper understanding of them.

Kate: UWAHH… Alfons!

Alfons suddenly appeared behind me, his clothes that resembled a raven’s feathers rustling as he tilted his head.

Alfons: However, you’re having trouble making your decision. If you want to be treated like royalty, you should pick William.

Alfons: Pick Jude if you want to be verbally degraded, Liam if you want someone sexy, and…

(He’s excluding himself on purpose. How cunning.)

Alfons: Well, I’m sure you’ll have fun no matter who you pick. However, I personally recommend picking Harrison.

Kate: Harrison… why is that so?

Alfons: He is— a man with the curse of a lying fox, and also someone you should be wary of.

Alfons: I heard a strange rumour saying that he has been frequenting some dangerous places alone recently.

Alfons: And they're unrelated to our mission. Fufu, how fun.

My job as a fairytale writer was to observe Crown and write a report.

My report would act as an activity report for Crown to Her Majesty, and as a valuable resource in the research being conducted on curses.

(I think it's important for me to find out. But should I really put myself in harm’s way?)

Alfons: I understand, I understand. You’re scared to put yourself in a potentially dangerous situation, right?

(Are you reading my mind!?)

Alfons: However, once you overcome this first hurdle, you’ll be pretty much done with your work as a fairytale writer.

Alfons: If you want to get close to him one day—

Kate: … How about now?

Alfons: Ahaha, as expected of the little robin! Your courage is admirable. Well then, good luck.

Kate: Y-Yeah…

…

I walked into the sunny castle garden to look for Harrison.

(I’m getting the feeling that Alfons just sent me on a wild goose chase…)

Just then, in the corner of my eye, I spotted someone’s milk tea coloured hair swaying in the wind.

Harrison was seated at the base of a tree, looking down at the book in his hand.

(I found him. But how should I talk to him?)

Harrison: What?

Harrison: Your staring is very distracting.

I heard the sound of a book slamming shut and a pair of mint coloured eyes shot a glance straight at me.

Kate: I’m sorry to have interrupted your reading. I just have one thing I want to discuss with you.

Harrison: Discuss with me? Ah, that “pretend lover” thing. That old geezer is doing whatever he wants and causing trouble again.

Harrison: Since you want to discuss this with me, does that mean you picked me?

Kate: Yes! I wanted to ask if you would mind spending an entire day with me.

Harrison stood up, approached me, and stared into my face.

I caught a waft of a refreshing, minty smell.

Harrison: Did someone talk you into picking me?

(He’s sharp!)

(He’s right, but telling him the truth would put Alfons in a difficult position.)

(I’m sorry, Harrison.)

Kate: … N-No. It was my own decision to pick you.

Harrison: … Hmm, is that so?

Harrison: In that case, I’ll spend a day with you if you can beat me at a game.

Kate: Really!? But, what’s the game?

Harrison: “This”.

Harrison pulled out a can of candy from his pocket, removed its lid, and handed the lid to me.

Harrison: Hide the lid in your hand and I’ll guess which hand it’s in.

Harrison: You win if I get it wrong. So, what do you think?

(If I lose, I might never get a chance to spend time with him.)

(Therefore, let's bet on this 50% win rate.)

Kate: Got it. Then…

I put my hands behind my back, the lid in my right hand.

Kate: Okay, which hand is it in?

Harrison: …

I got a little startled when Harrison touched my right hand with his finger.

Harrison: This one?

Kate: … Nope.

The moment I told a lie to trick him, Harrison narrowed his mint coloured eyes.

Harrison: … Hmm.

Harrison: Then it must be in your left hand. What's the correct answer?

Kate: The correct answer is… my right hand!

(Yay, I won…!)

Harrison: Ahh, that's too bad. I lost. I guess luck isn’t on my side today.

Harrison: A promise is a promise. Today, you’re my lover.

Kate: Yup. I'm looking forward to it.

Harrison: I’m heading out because I have something to do. Why don’t you come with me?

…

I was sitting next to Harrison in the carriage as it travelled towards the city.

(Where on earth are we headed? Anyway, I’m glad I was able to make the right choice of partner.)

Harrison: Well.

Harrison: We’re alone in here. There’s no way to escape either.

Kate: Eh?

Harrison rested his hand right next to my head, trapping me.

Harrison smirked, the distance between us being so small that our breaths were touching.

Harrison: Hey. You lied to me, didn't you?

Kate: W-What are you talking about…

Harrison: You were instigated by someone to come stay by my side. Am I right?

It was obvious by his tone that he was certain about his assumptions.

Kate: … How did you know?

Harrison: Your eyes.

Kate: … My eyes?

Harrison: I can tell whether someone is lying, just by looking into their eyes.

It was said that every cursed person had a special ability.

(If that's true, it means that he saw through every single lie I told.)

Kate: The game just now… did you lose on purpose?

Harrison: A good answer. You definitely would've become wary of me if I gave you what you wanted right off the bat.

(... I’ve been made to dance on Harrison’s palm since the start.)

Shocked, embarrassed, and bewildered… I felt a whole bunch of emotions at once.

Harrison went back to his original position and gave me a faint smile.

Harrison: Was it Al who made the suggestion?

Harrison: That guy is always looking to have fun. You just became his toy.

(He’s very insightful. I don’t think trying to mislead him would work.)

Kate: He said that there's been a rumour going around about you frequenting dangerous places recently. Therefore, if I got close to you… yeah.

Harrison: He also told you that you’ll be doing your job as a fairytale writer by getting close to me?

Harrison: Or do you intend to turn me in to Her Majesty if I do something bad?

Harrison: Whatever it is, you’re pretty earnest in your work.

Kate: There’s no denying that Alfons’ words played a role in making me decide to get close to you.

Kate: … But that’s not the sole reason.

Harrison: Are you saying there are more reasons?

(Um.)

Kate: I wanted to see it with my own eyes and form my own judgement.

Kate: I thought that if I judged you based on those groundless rumours, I would be wasting this opportunity to get to know you.

Harrison: … Waste?

Kate: Is it so strange to want to get to know someone I’ve just met?

Harrison: ...

Harrison: Haah… you’re so honest and good-natured.

Kate: Therefore, what do you want me to do?

Kate: You let yourself lose a bet on purpose just to take me out. There must be something you want from me, right…?

Harrison: You’re better at guessing than I thought.

Harrison: You lied to me. So as payback for that—

Harrison: You shall be my lover AND my accomplice.

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hpalways · 2 years

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Deck of Hearts

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character(s): Riddle Rosehearts x GN!Reader

Quick summary: After Riddle overblotted, you visited him to comfort him with an offer.

Note: LMAO omg this was rotting in my drafts on quotev for months already. I am finally here with it finished. And yes! First time posting about twst but I hope to write for it some more in the future. Also requests are open! Feel free if you have any ideas.

STRANGE, how it played out so easily into his hands. He was always there as the perfect head to the dorm of Heartslabyul, with a reputation for being quite controlling and overbearing. His rules were what made him, but it was what had led to the disaster that was the unbirthday tea party as well.

You were there, despite not being part of the dorm, in the midst of tea and fine desserts. You were also there when Ace and Deuce challenged the red-haired male to the position of head. You were there the entire time, but you had just been an unnoticeable speck in his vision, not at all important. All he knew of [Y/N] [L/N] was that you were the useless student without an ounce of magic, relying on a monster cat to save the day. That was all there was to his impression, because he had so many other things in mind. Like the growing feeling that seared and burned him when his rules became his downfall.

He had overblot, and his entire persona changed. His monotone irises glazed into crimson, colored in darkness and madness. Dressed in red and black, with web-like features that brought chills down people's spines, he ensued fear upon everyone. But what caught your attention the most was the ink-like liquid that rolled down his limbs, which seemed so much like tears. Thick, oozing tears that could drown one whole.

To most of the other students, he was a monster. But to you, he was alone.

After losing the battle, he truly did weep, tears that weren't coated in black. He apologized to Ace, Deuce, everyone, and eventually promised to make it up to them. With that done and resolved, he was brought to the nurses, since overblotting took a toll on him.

"Grim," you said, turning over to the gray monster with blue flames furling from his ears. "We're going to the nurses too."

"We are what now?!" he exclaimed. His loudmouth sent eyes turning your way. You mentally sighed; you didn't exactly plan to bring this up to Deuce and Ace's attention. "For what? I'm starving after all this drama."

"I'll give you some canned tuna afterwards."

"... deal."

"You're visiting Riddle?" Deuce's brows were raised, slightly surprised.

You merely shrugged. "I just need to speak to him for a bit."

They exchanged glances and nodded. On that last note, you parted from the duo and began your trek through Night Raven College to find where the nurse's office laid. Bumbling past corridors like some lost fool, you eventually found it by the time the sun started to set.

The world was painted in rosy hues, the golden orb slowly reaching the horizons. Its light shone through the window of the room and created immense shadows to crawl upon the corners. The room was empty of human presence, saved for the bed in the back of the room. Laying there and sleeping peacefully was Riddle. Eyes shut and stress lines faded as he slumbered, so unlike the tyrannical leader he usually bore. You hesitantly set yourself down on the bed next to his and watched him.

"Wake him up already!" Grim complained, putting his paws on his hips. You shushed him and glared. Unfortunately, his voice was as loud as always. The boy on the bed fluttered his lids opened, silver eyes greeting the dimming glow. He pulled himself up into a position with a wince and turned to look over at the visitors, surprised to see you and Grim of all people.

"What are you doing here?" he asked you, voice soft and without the usual sharp edge it would usually contain. He was confused though -- he hadn't ever interacted with you one on one before.

You scratched your head and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry for waking you up. I wanted to check on you."

He furrowed his forehead even more. "Why?"

"You went through a lot today. It felt like you might want some company as you process what happened."

Gray eyes averted downward and his cheeks grew red. Grim then butted in again. "You're being awfully nice to Riddle. I literally lost my powers because of him earlier!"

Before you could scold him again, Riddle intercepted with a sigh. "He's right. Do not waste your time with me and go back to your friends. You all suffered because of me today."

"No."

"No?" Shocked and confused, he didn't know what to say about your stubbornness.

"Ace and Deuce will be fine. I'm more worried about you."

It was so unbelievable to him, to see someone actually care for him. After isolating himself mentally from everyone else, there was nothing more he wanted to do than reach out. Reach out to someone who would listen -- not because they had to or out of obligation. But because they want to.

"[Y/N], correct?"

You blinked. "I didn't think you'd remember my name."

"I'm the housewarden for a reason," he said, smiling slightly. It was a nice smile, you thought. He would definitely become less intimidating the more he smiled. He continued with his train of thought. "... thank you. If I'm being honest, I feel lost. I don't have a sense of direction to who I am. I guess I have been running away from my true self this entire time, obsessing over rules to do so."

"That's okay," you gently responded. "Today is the catalyst to a new start. With time, I'm sure you can find yourself -- find a version of yourself you'd be proud of."

"Okay. This is getting too cheesy." Grim made a face and backed away. "Tell me when you guys are done. I'll go look for some food."

The monster disappeared out of the doorway and you groaned. "Sorry about him."

The redhead shook his head. "It's fine. Those words you said... do you really think so?"

You beamed. "I know so."

He nodded slowly, in his thoughts for a moment. "Feel free... to come to any future unbirthday parties." Flustered by his own invitation, he clenched the sheets of the bed.

"Of course! We're friends now."

Surprised by your declaration, he also didn't mind it. He wanted to be your friend, as well as become true friends to all of those who were by his side previously. It would take some time, but if he took it by stride each day, it would become a reality.

Your hand suddenly reached over and placed over his gloved ones, the heat of them strong enough to feel through the fabric. Startled by the notion, he nearly slipped out an accusation, the memorized rules going off in his head like ringing bells.

But the funny thing was, he liked it. He liked your touch when he had always kept a distance from everyone. For some reason, his heart started pounding in his chest, the beat of it loud in his ears. What was happening to him? Was he finally going crazy from all that occurred?

No. It was simply because of you.

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the-royal-petals · 8 months

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I would like to introduce you all to my clone OC squad, the 380th!

I hope you like them!

This is going go be a long post so please bare with me! I would appreciate it if you looked through everything 💕

Trigger warnings -Mention of suicide attempts [ Mentioned in Bob's section and Kirk's section ]

Click on the clones' names to see more pictures of them :D

A 💜 emoji means next to their name means they have a post about them

Who are the 380th?

The 380th is a subdivision of the 212th legion, led by General Kenobi and Marshal Commander Cody. Although Kenobi holds the rank of General, the day-to-day operations are primarily overseen by Commander Cody, ARC Commander Bob, and Captain Tim. The legion is referred to as 'The Ravens' as a tribute to their Mandalorian comrade, Paxel Tassia, who joined their ranks. This nickname serves to assist Paxel in coming to terms with her past and embracing her new path. Known for their lively interactions and knack for accomplishing tasks in the most chaotic manner imaginable, the group shares similarities with the renowned 501st.

In order to prevent further mayhem, the Jedi Council has placed restrictions on the 380th's collaboration with the 501st. The Council fears that the combination of these two units' unruliness would only perpetuate the chaos, a concern amplified by ARC Trooper Fives and Hardcase; this was also argued by Anakin, who was immediately shut down after the argument was made about him trying to recruit Captain Tim three months ago.

The colours of the 380th is primarily consisting of, Yellow/Orange, Pink/Purple, White and Grey. The clones based their colours of Commander Cody and their Mandalorian friend who was known for her bright pink armour, combined, they created a unique design which would make them recognisable among the clones who had a single colour scheme. The White and Grey were additional colours added by Clone Sergeant Silver who had made the changes overnight, but not wanting to remove the grey from the armour, the 380th kept it.

Oh also, the 380th fucking love watermelon. If you want to befriend them, give them watermelon. Like seriously, they go feral for that shit. It’s gotten so bad that Cody has to avoid planets that have that fucking fruit and even lure them to other places with watermelon as said bait.

The clones of the 380th

You all know who Cody is so lets kick it off!

💜 ARC Commander Bob - CC 80085-1

As much as Cody hates to admit it, Bob is the official 2nd-in-Command whenever Obi-Wan isn’t around. He is the most playful one out of the 380th, often seen as energetic and selfless. Bob is always willing to greet and hug new people, sometimes without warning.

He enrolled in the ARC Trooper program a year before Fives and Echo, which enabled him to be their ARC Commander when they first joined. Some suspect that’s where the two troopers got their chaotic nature from. Despite his chaos, he is a good leader who cares for his troops, always giving them something to smile about when times get tough.

When he was a cadet, he was teased for his CT designation number, being called ‘Boobs’ constantly, and while at first it annoyed him, over time he grew to accept the nickname, soon finding the fun in it. He sees Cody as a strong and capable leader, looking up to him in many ways. Despite their differences, they are great friends and often annoy each other with simple jokes and pranks.

There was one time he was asked to deliver some information to the clone base on Coruscant. Cody had conveniently forgotten to tell Bob about the change of location, so he sent him on a massive errand run, lasting a good few hours before he found the base. Needless to say he doesn’t run errands for Cody anymore.

He is insanely protective of his brothers and anybody he considers as a close friend, going as far as putting himself in danger to protect the ones he loves. Whenever anybody is feeling down or needs any support, he is the first one to their side and will not leave them until their mood improves. This was the case when Cherry was murdered by a Jedi and Chase was listed as a fugitive, but also during the time when Kirk struggled with his mental health and attempted suicide. He gave him the proper support and assisted in Kirk’s healing from the experience.

Captain Tim - CT-84923

Unlike other captains in the GAR, Tim is seen as a stern and strict leader, following the footsteps and influence of Marshall Commander Cody He is one of the most resourceful clones in the 380th; only when a plan goes to shit. He is usually seen as sarcastic and serious, having the mentality that things must be done exactly as ordered. But despite the orders, he usually ends up following the lead of his men—much to his dismay.

He is insanely protective over the 380th. He can and will bully his brothers for fun, but the moment someone else lays a hand on them, he will be the first one to stand up for them. Tim is the embodiment of the “organised chaos;” he is the organised and his brothers are the chaos. Whenever something goes wrong, he will take the blame for it in hopes it’ll extend time to fix the problem.

Tim understands his men and their strengths and uses them to the best as his ability on missions. Like Bits, he is analytic and quick on his feet, able to compromise when he can. Tim is also close friends with Rex, Wolffe, Cody and Fox, wanting to be as good as a leader to them; and he may have taken a few pointers from Rex on how to deal with chaotic clones.

Whenever he is off duty, he is catching up on work or taking some alone time so he can regroup and gather his thoughts. He is a firm believer in getting a problem resolved as soon as possible rather than letting it fester and get worse.

Clone Medic Kirk - CT - 44431

Kirk, the dedicated medic of the 380th, possesses not only his invaluable medical skills but also a talent for photography. Amongst the clones, he is known as the "War Photographer," assigned by the Jedi to capture crucial media pictures and document significant incidents on the battlefield. This is also so they could prevent future incidents. While most of Kirk's photographs focus on the less graphic aspects of war, there are some that depict the harsh reality that is not suitable for the faint of heart.

These photos also require him to capture haunting images of fallen comrades. The photos take a toll on Kirk's emotional well-being, often leaving him feeling helpless and burdened by the memories they evoke.

In an attempt to shield his fellow clones from the distressing imagery, Kirk keeps the photographs locked away in a drawer, preventing others from stumbling upon them. Once the mandated time frame for retention expires, he burns them, allowing the painful memories to be released and moving towards healing.

While Kirk maintains a certain emotional distance from others to protect himself from attachment, he consistently watches over and supports his brothers. He constantly reminds them to look after each other and cherish what they have. Despite Kirk's attempts to keep a low profile, Bob, Cody and Chase support him with whatever they can, noticing Kirk's emotional distance.

Kirk's selflessness is well known among the 380th, as he consistently places the needs of others above his own. He is always ready to provide whatever care there is necessary. While he has close friends with Chase, he is close friends with Commander Cody and with the 501st medic, Kix.

Kirk also has symbols on his armour. The red insignia and the semicolon in mando’a. The semicolon is a symbol of mental health and not giving up, but also a symbolism for those who have attempted suicide in the past; Kirk being one of them. Kirk put it on his armour to encourage himself to never give up hope, but also to keep going through his struggles of mental health. He hopes this inspires others to do the same.

After his incident, Kirk had to be pulled out of service for a month until he gained control over his mental health and evaluated until he was fit for duty again.During this process he had Cody, Bob, Irony, Obi-Wan and Chase by his side. Now he is encouraging and supporting other clones who need the help.

ARC Trooper Chase - CT-54323

ARC Trooper Chase is the most serious and disciplined of the 380th squad. He respects Commander Fox and Wolffe, embodying a strong sense of duty, he follows orders without hesitation. Chase's no-nonsense attitude can sometimes lead to irritation when his fellow clones deviate from established protocols. However, beneath his stoic exterior, he harbours a profound love and loyalty for his brothers.

He can be seen as the most protective clone in the 380th, more than Kirk or Tim. Chase is extremely distrusting of Jedi due to an incident that occured many years ago where an ex-ARC Trooper, Cherry, was killed by the hands of a Jedi master, being depicted as traitorous and a fugitive to the republic.

Chase knew that these allegations were false, knowing his brother was framed and in the process of investigating, he too was depicted as a traitor; because of this, he lost trust in the Jedi and the people who were supposed to be protecting them. During those investigations, two Jedi came forward, Plo Koon and Obi-Wan Kenobi, who believed Chase and helped clear his name from the charges.

However, despite everything, he is still seen as untrustworthy and unreliable. Only his brothers see him for who he truly is. (Along with Plo and Obi-Wan.) Since then, Chase has been insanely protective over his brothers, not allowing new people to linger too long near them. It takes him a while to get to trust people; but once you gain his trust, he will fight for you. Irony was also another member in the 380th who helped to find out the truth behind the incident. It was soon revealed that Pong Krell was behind the attack and the killing of Cherry.

Lieutenant Silver - CT- 51723

Out of the 380th, Silver is the collector and the most child-like. He has a massive interest in anything metallic and shiny, with exceptions to some other things. He is awfully cuddly whenever he finds a new friend and is always willing to trade with anybody for trinkets; in return he gives out rations or even any supplies he finds on his travels. Silver is intelligent, strong, and loves working with other people. While he can be rather childish at times, he is a loyal and reliable member. Whenever he trusts somebody enough, he will make them a small keychain with their name on it and maybe with a gem or something else that reminds him of that person. To get one of these is an honour in his world.

Every member of the 380th has one and to get one means you are an official member and have passed the test. Despite his nature, he is resourceful and intelligent. Some people may see his trinkets as a mess or an interference on missions, but on multiple occasions, he has used them as a weapon (handed over to Bits) or included in explosives to help get rid of the enemy. He’s one of the best at improvising.

Silver is also someone who helps design and improve the armour with modifications and even assist in repairs with Meddel whenever he can. If the worst comes to worst, he will help be the back-up mechanic, though that is something Meddel wishes to never happen.

Lieutenant Bits - CT-81754

Whenever he’s not on a high-risk mission, he is always trying to find things to blow up, even if there is no need to. Bits is the bane of Tim’s existence and if Silver’s constant hunt for shiny stuff isn’t the thing that gives him a migraine that day, it’s Bits. He is constantly on the move and leaving things about—if he’s not sorting out their arsenal, he’s studying separatist buildings, if he’s not doing that, he’s helping to create new weapons.

He is seen to be the most chaotic out of the group. He is always coming up with new ways to better their strategies and much to Tim’s dismay is essential to the 380th’s success. Whenever possible, he’s giving people the chance to blow things up with him.

Bits absolutely loves food. He is also one of the only people in the 380th who can actually cook something edible and prevent them from living on watermelon for the rest of their lives.

Sergeant Irony - 69423

Known for getting into Ironic situations, Irony is the pilot of the 380th. He is loyal, kind and has a massive love for ducks. He has the ability to be quick on his feet, and the ability to use humour to diffuse tense and difficult situations. Irony is one of the more relaxed people in the 380th, willing to crack a joke about how ironic something is and see things for how they really are.

He is a realistic sort of thinker and doesn’t really like to have things sugarcoasted. Whenever there is a problem, he doesn’t stop at anything until he finds out the truth, even if it means going against orders to find it. (An example of this was when Cherry was framed for being a fugitive, soon being killed by a Jedi, did he assist in exposing the truth. It’s because of him that it prevented Chase from being executed or court martialled.) This sort of thinking has gotten him into a lot of trouble over the years, but it has always been for the greater good. He has a fear of heights, which earned him the “Irony” nickname by Meddel. They are close friends and grew up together in the cadets program.

Meddel was the one who encouraged him to become a pilot in the first place. Irony is a person who searches for any kind of adrenaline, doing whatever it takes to find the joys in life.

He is the original creator of the codenames: “Mother Duck” and “Duckling.” Much to the dismay of the 380th, he is the creator of other code names and nobody can really argue with it.

Corporal Beetle - 833713

Beetle is known to be the hermit of the 380th, known for his introverted and ‘dark light’ seeking nature. He’s very stealthy and good at sneaking around even if he doesn’t mean to. Many clones have reported him ‘teleporting’ because they didn’t see him move.

He is a very reserved and cuddly individual who takes an interest in anything bright and colourful, which is why he’s close friends with Bits. You can usually find him hiding under the table or in a dark place with his datapad in hand. Bits is good at problem solving and has a good knowledge of computer and security systems. He’s the go-to whenever they need someone to sneak into place.

It takes a while for Beetle to get to know somebody, but once he’s comfortable you can find him sleeping on Bits, Bob or even Cody. Whenever he’s not doing anything, he is usually sleeping. He’s known for creating drawing ideas for Silver and even handing him unique shiny things.

Whenever he is not cuddling someone, you can usually find him alone watching people. Beetle is also very aware of his surroundings and is able to understand people’s moods before everyone else. He’s insanely good at reading people’s body language.

Corporal Meddel - CT-84324

Meddel is the engineer of the 380th and the backup pilot for Irony. He is meticulous and has a good attention to detail, being someone who has pride in his word and one of the most important members within the team. Whenever he is not flying ships or is in meetings, he is making sure the gear, weapons and machines are working and up to standard.

Whenever they get inspections, he is the first person to check over everybody before the Jedi enter the barracks. Despite being an introvert, he is good at teamwork and collaborating with his fellow clones, especially Silver and Irony.

Meddel is always giving Silver his tools to use whenever he wants to make things, but other times he finds his tools going missing. Despite that, Meddel is very protective over his stuff and will go feral whenever people move something he had put into place.

Usually, he is found lingering around the hangar or flying with Irony in the sky. His favourite ship is the x-wing and has been trying to get one painted the colour of his armour, but Cody keeps declining. He also really fucking likes watermelon. He will do anything to get that shit. Not to mention, he was the person who got the 380th into that fucking fruit. It has gotten so bad that Cody has to check in advance that the planet they go to does not have any watermelon on it.

Who do you like the most?

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mrsgiovanna · 3 years

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Between the devil and the deep blue sea (Yakuza!Josuke x Reader x Don Giorno)

If you're looking for cinnamon bun Josuke and cinnamon roll Giorno this is NOT it. The reader is a courtesan in this instance, and the Duwang gang (heh) are actually a branch of the Yakuza. (Just a darker, criminal Jojo AU)

This request took way too long, @rubyninja1 here you go love, I hope this is what you were envisioning.

All characters are aged up as this occurs many years after Giorno becomes Don.

TW: Very OOC, yandere behavior if you squint, yakuza x mafia au, suggestive content.

Word Count: 1.7k

Minors please DNI with this post and block the n/sfw tag

You stared at your reflection in the misty mirror, wiping off the steam in one swipe. You had a very important engagement to get ready for, and for the first time since you entered this business, you were nervous. Ever since Giorno became the Don of Passione, the drug trade came to a grinding halt. The rules were adapted to suit his ideals and keep Italy’s youth safe from drugs. But there remained one problem- the activities of the former execution squad… at the best of times, the income brought in was meagre, not really being enough to support all of the assassins, and with the new regime, even those jobs had all but dried up. You had to get creative to generate a livable income, and after many conversations and playing to the Don’s affections for you, you were able to persuade him to allow you and an elite group of escorts to run your business while still being under the protection of Passione.

Under normal circumstances, Giorno would not have allowed you to do something like this, but you had asked him to give you just one month to prove that you would be able to protect yourself while doing the line of work you had proposed, him hoping silently that you would grow tired of that life in favor of a more mundane activity, however, in that short amount of time, not only had you established your business, but you had become the most requested companion, which meant you could accept and deny requests at will- suddenly money was no longer your motivation. It was an intoxicating feeling… being that desired, it was altogether euphoric watching them crumble at your sweet rejections. It was fair game for any man, deciding your rules according to your latest whims, although, one man was above all of those games, being in a superior league all on his own. There was no waiting, or appraising when your presence was requested by Don Giovanna. Most times he would request for you to entertain his associates, close to him so he could keep an eye on you- one of many guardians that you had collected over the years.

Moving into your adjoining room you put on the beautiful silken embroidered outfit and hair ornaments sent to you by Giorno- tonight was a special night as the Don wasn’t just hosting any old Mafiosi, these guests were his esteemed associates from Japan. Over and above the usual treatment doled out to those who met with the don, this visit was more important than most. The head of the visiting group was a relative of Giorno’s, so there was no room for error. You wondered about his convoluted bloodline, hearing murmurs about his origins, but nothing was ever confirmed or denied other than the fact that his mother is Japanese, and nobody dared to push further for answers, not that it mattered in any case, by this time, Giorno had rearranged the entire structure of Passione, and for all intents and purposes it worked, sustainably generating copious amounts of money with minimal bloodshed.

Right, mascara and I’ll be done you mused as you applied the finishing touches to your makeup. No sooner had you finished primping your lashes did you hear a knock on your door.

“It’s open…” you called out from the seat in front of your mirror.

“(y/n), they’re ready with the car downstairs, whenever you’re ready to go…”

“Thank you Ris…” the words left your carefully painted lips, barely acknowledged by your capo when he turned to leave. Well, referring to him as Capo was now redundant seeing that you were an entity in your own right, but old habits die hard, and you still respected him in the same way. He always worried before you set out on these types of missions, remembering a time when you used to be sent out on missions by him. Nonetheless, those days were over now, and you had a new role to fulfil.

There was nobody downstairs when you left, so you exited quietly and steeled your mind on the drive to the private cigar lounge.

“Fugo, I’ll be in my study, please alert me when Higashikata and his associates are here. Also confirm with Risotto if (y/n) is on board for this evening,”

“Of course Giogio, excuse me, I’ll also follow up with Mista on the status of the Capos he’s in charge of- I’ll have feedback for you in an hour,” with a small nod of acknowledgement Fugo took his leave and Giorno went back to examining the documents sent to him beforehand about the strange occurrences in Morioh, Washington, and now Naples. This was the start of something ominous, having a nagging feeling that this wasn’t the last time he would have to meet Josuke. It’s highly unusual for organisations like Passione and the Gokudo to interact in this manner, but this situation was exceptional, and when Jotaro had made contact with Giorno explaining the situation, he couldn’t turn a blind eye, and as such, Josuke was sent in his stead to meet with the young Don.

“Giogio, we should leave now if we want to get there before Higashikata’s group, Mista will meet us there,” with that, the Don and his consigliere had left to receive their guests.

Scents of old leather, expensive tobacco, and even more expensive cologne filled the air when you sauntered in. A handsome man with a pompadour, donning a designer suit, shirt opened a few buttons too low displaying the elaborate patterns adorning his chest offered you a wicked grin from across the room. Just next to him, another ruggedly good looking man with scars across his face nursed a drink while emphatically making conversation with a white haired young man who had a beautiful raven-haired woman draped over him.

“Ah, (y/n), there you are, come on, take this to Don Giovanna and Mr Higashikata,” Maria the head hostess, pushed a bottle of cognac into your hands, the Mafiosi already having gone through a couple of rounds before your arrival.

You approached the rowdy table, offering apologies for the delay, nestling yourself between Giorno and Josuke with a flirtatious giggle.

“Well dollface, it seems good things come to those who wait, so I’ll overlook it… this time,” You were surprised with the fluency at which Josuke spoke Italian- perfect Neapolitan dialect.

“Your Italian is impeccable Higashikata-sama,” you commented, remembering the honorifics you read about. Josuke looked impressed, cocking an eyebrow, taking a sip of the expensive liquor that remained in his glass, readying himself for you to pour him another drink. Watching the exchange, Giorno downed the rest of his drink as well, and took care of the formal introductions, not that it mattered in any case. You were being pulled in all to quickly by the magnetism exuded by the young man, being lulled by the dulcet tones of his voice. I guess this runs in the family you thought to yourself, recalling your first encounter with the don. Giorno continued his conversations with the rest of Josuke’s associates, discussing the occurrences that had brought them all the way to Naples, but kept one eye on you at all times. He wasn’t sure if it was Josuke’s brazen attitude, or your fawning, but the entire situation had annoyed him, which didn’t make sense even to him seeing that you were acting on his instruction… although by this point, you weren’t really acting.

“So Higash…”

“Please, call me Josuke,”

“Okay, Josuke, those are some interesting tattoos you have…” you say, delicately tracing the patterns on his chest with a manicured finger.

“Wanna see the rest of it?” not really waiting for an answer, Josuke unbuttons the rest of his shirt to show you the elaborate design on his back, a large stunning dragon sprawled menacingly across the taut skin, stopping just shy of star-shaped marking on his shoulder.

“Hey, that looks like the same mark on the don’s shoulder…” the young man pulled his shirt and coat back on and eyed Giorno knowingly, to which the don wordlessly replied with a smirk as he raised his glass. Giorno wasn’t always that condescending, but he had the urge to make it known that hewas the one who had been acquainted with you first. Not that any of that had bothered Josuke, he wasn’t one to fall for minor acts of derision when he had set his sights on something he wanted, and right now, that was you. Missing that entire interaction as you refreshed everyone else’s drinks, you returned to the table, however Josuke wanted to take your conversation to another location, somewhere quieter.

You lead him to one of the private meeting rooms, slowly sliding the door shut. Turning around to face him, you noticed the look on Josuke’s face changed, eyes darker, expression demanding your attention, which you were unable to avert regardless of your efforts. This feeling was exhilarating to you, for so long you had mostly been in charge of your encounters, only ever yielding control to Giorno when you were with him.

“Y’know, your don was doing his best to make it known that he’d been here first… I don’t much care for the conquest or doing things first, all that matters is doing it right…” inching closer towards you, a pair of strong arms placed you on the table, hungry lips captured your own, your hands attempting to go into his hair when you were gently reprimanded. As much as this was a job for you, evidence of your excitement pooled in your lingerie and left your lips in muted moans as deft hands and lips skillfully worshipped your body, bringing you to the precipice of ecstasy so many times before allowing you to fall in.

“Good girl… look at you, barely able to think…” Josuke spoke into your shoulder, resting his head there while he waited for you ride out your climax.

Outside your little slice of heaven, your absence was obvious, Giorno having concluded his business, had started to take his leave, not before catching a glimpse of your slightly disheveled form exiting the room. You didn’t see him watching you with a scowl, already having set in motion a plan for your future in both his life and the organization… for now the moment though it seemed ignorance truly was bliss.

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daydreamingatnight209 · 3 years

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Part 2 of my Azriel Fic.

Please see the first part of content warning and remember, minors please do not engage or interact as this is a 18+ post!

“Alpha- Male Bullshit”

Part 2

Azriel x Female Reader - part 2

Warnings- See part 1 for all warnings. All parts will be available on my Masterlist, Soon 💞☁️

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Azriel was dumbfounded. What had happened?

Had you felt the mating bond? Did you reject it? His head was buzzing, he couldn’t get his thoughts in a straight line.

He made his way back up to his own room but found Lucien waiting outside the door, grinning.

“You know for someone who’s supposed to be her mate, you’re sure a lousy one. She doesn’t even KNOW it. She needs a real man in her life”

Azriel sneers. His blue Siphon’s glowing in warning under the low light.

“And I suppose that’s you?”

Lucien laughs.

“Well obviously”

At that, Azriel didn’t hold back. A loud crunch! echoes through the landing as his hand connects with Lucien’s jaw.

Bruises form as he tackles him to the floor, skin breaks and blood oozes down the delicate fae’s face.

Azriel continues to pummel Lucien, all sense of control lost, even his shadows had disappeared.

Azriel didn’t even feel Rhysand appear behind him with Cassian and Feyre.

Feyre gasps as it took both Cassian and Rhys to pull the shadowsinger from Lucien, who was now completely unrecognisable.

Azriel let out a low nasty growl. A warning.

“Let. Me. Go.”

Both of his brothers had him pinned up against a wall, as Feyre attended to the injured male on the floor.

“Get him out of here” Rhysand commanded his wife, the rare tone of authority evident.

Feyre wastes no time removing Lucien from the scene, taking him far enough so that the others could release their brother in arms.

I leave you two alone with my son for a night and THIS HAPPENS? What the hell Az?!”

Rhys exclaims.

“He treats her like she is his property! It’s wrong. He can’t go around thinking he can just help himself!”

Neither Rhys nor Cassian could find the right thing to say. They knew exactly how Azriel felt. The bond clicked in place for him, he was just out here on edge, waiting for a response...

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When I awoke the next morning, I was surprised to see what I slept through. Lucien’s face was filled with shades of blue and purple, his only working eye was swollen and there was a majority of cuts slowly healing.

I stood still, taking in his appearance, trying to hide the shock.

“What the, erm, what the hell happened?”

My mouth was dry. What had I missed?

“Your mate, that’s what happened. Your precious Azriel” Lucien growls.

Lucien wasn’t happy. He had spent the night with Rhysand discussing the lady that now stood in front of them both. Rhysand needed to keep the spring court ties available but that didn’t stop him from telling Lucien that he needed to keep his toe in line. What he did was wrong, and Lucien knew that. He didn’t have a leg to stand on.

“10 on him lasting two thrusts” Rhys whispers to Cassian.

Cassian scoffs “50 that he comes the moment his dick is in her mouth”

But for me, the word Mate just spun around and around in my head.

I felt my throat close up as I spun around on my heel.

My body lunged forward, and I begin to sprint up the staircase.

I found myself outside the spy masters bedroom and I was knocking rapidly on the door.

It flung open and I lost my footing. I landed in a familiar pair of arms.

Tears well up in my eyes as I stare into his own. It was like peering into another’s soul.

“You’re, you’re my ... my mate” I whisper.

I felt a sudden nudge and was pressed against his body.

Those pesky shadows.

Azriel places his scarred hands against my soft rosey cheeks. I lean in but I’m hesitant.

I try to pull away but Azriel brushes his thumb over my lip. He has his own glossy tears falling.

“Please” he begs.

It didn’t take much convincing.

“Okay” I mouth, slowly wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders.

He kissed away the stray tears from my face before our lips joined, they were damp, and the kiss was gentle.

I run a small hand through his raven hair, he pulls back, and I rest my forehead against his, eyes closed tight.

I felt his breathing become steady, matching my own.

I didn’t have to speak for him to know.

“I accept you as my mate forever and always shadow-singer, just as you accept me”

He lifted me with very little effort and carried me to the king sized bed in the middle of his darkly lit room.

I felt him harden against me, causing me to groan, just as he drops me smack bang in the middle of the mattress.

I immediately wrap my legs around his waist bringing him back to me.

He leaves a trail of harsh kisses down my face and travels to my neck. He stopped in the middle and bites down gently, just piercing the skin slightly, as a trickle of blood slides down, he licks it and sucks on the wound causing me to gasp.

He laughs ever so softly as I reach to undo his belt and wrestle with his top. Azriel mirrors my actions, ripping away the satin nightgown, leaving me exposed.

I felt the sudden urge to cover up, but he stops me.

“Don’t” he whispers.

“Do you trust me?”

I couldn’t do anything but nod.

He pinned my hands above my head and let go. When I try and pull them back down, I am met with resistance.

I look at him for a moment slightly confused until I take notice of his missing shadows.

I look back up to my wrists and see that they are keeping me in place.

Azriel is smirking proudly and if I didn’t sound crazy, I’d say his shadows were laughing at me.

Azriel looks down, surveying every inch of me, like he was committing it to memory.

I was suffering from the lack of contact and released a small whimper to alert him of my needs.

His fingers dance down my body as I wait in anticipation.

The first lick of his tongue sent a chill down my spine. I moaned in approval as he continued to tease me while I remained unable to do anything.

Soon his fingers replaced his tongue and the first pump almost had my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

My body arched, completely at his mercy as my climax neared.

“Your mine” he snarled, just as I went over the edge.

“I’m yours” I whispered, half sobbing at the intense pleasure I was feeling.

I ride out my orgasm and his shadows release me, hiding within my lover, as if they didn’t want to spoil this moment.

My arms shoot up towards him and a wicked gleam enters my eye.

I stroke his right wing and watch as he shudders.

He gives me a look of warning dominance, but I just continue my actions.

His cock twitched.

I caress his body as delicate whimpers escape him. I wanted to play the long game, but it looked like Azriel couldn’t wait any longer.

He nudged my entrance and looked at me for reassurance.

I nodded and he slid in.

I could hardly breathe as he slowly filled me. It burned slightly but that soon disappeared as he begun to play with my breasts. Taking his time with each nipple as he moved carefully inside me. My eyes fluttered shut and once I had adjusted, I’m opened them to see him smiling down at me.

It was a vulnerable smile; one I doubt anyone else would ever see.

The pace quickened as I let out a series of moans, each louder then the last.

He thrusted deeper and faster each time and that’s when I felt it.

That familiar sense of euphoria I experienced that night in the kitchen, I knew it wasn’t just a climax. It had to be the bond. With each pound into me the sense of euphoria grew ever more intense and the bond became clearer and clearer.

My body lifted from the bed as release tore through me, Azriel following suit shortly after, a low rumbling roar that definitely echoed though the house, escaped him.

Our bodies were damp and limp by the time we had finished, I curled into him for the night.

I felt at peace lay upon his chest, holding his wounded hands in mine. He was reluctant for me to hold them at first, but I just kissed them softly, words weren’t needed but I said then anyways.

“Never be ashamed Azriel for I love every part of you, no matter how scarred, no matter how damaged. I love you”

That night Azriel slept, a true deep sleep, for the first time in long time.

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I awoke the next morning with Azriel’s arms wrapped tightly around me as memories from yesterday evening came flooding in.

I smile and cuddle back into him, only to find him awake.

“Morning” I mumble.

“Morning”

His voice was husky, and his chest was bare. I tried to ignore the pooling wetness between my legs but to no avail.

I sat a top of him and slowly move down to his shaft. I lick slowly and watch him as he tries to show restraint.

I continue the slow and tortuous pace before a series of bangs on the door scare me enough to fall back into the bed.

I roll my eyes as Cassian’s voice travels through the wall.

“Good morning lovebirds! Let’s get up and out, we have training”

There was a pause and I could practically hear his smirk in the next sentence that left his mouth.

“Oh, and Y/N if he didn’t make you scream loud enough, I sure as hell could”

I didn’t even see Az leap from the bed and throw open the bedroom door.

A wild snarl ripped itself from Azriel as he whirled on Cassian.

Cassian laughs as Azriel’s fist clashed with his jaw, but before it could get any further, I grabbed a pillow and launched it at both of them. It caught their attention long enough for me to say, “Cut it out with the alpha male bullshit already”

Rhysand’s voice boomed from the bottom of stairs.

“Y/N is right, take it to the bloody training ring. Stop ruining the house”

It was two hours later that Azriel returned looking like he had just faced death itself and survived.

I look up from my seat in the bed where I had been reading my book and simply said.

“I don’t even want to see the state of Cassian”

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femininetea · 3 years

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RWBY Parallels:

Qrow and Winter

Spoilers for RWBY Volume 8 Finale

Now with V8Ch14, I finally have most puzzle pieces to make a post about these two. This post is up to interpretation so whether you view this in a shipping way or from a character plot perspective is all up to you. Stay kind. <3

Some parallels are obvious and don't need further explanation, for others I will go more into depth. I'm not sure if RWBY is doing this on purpose but I do hope that these parallels will matter at some point for character growth.

Both are the right hand to their head masters, trusting their judgement with their life

They were trained and put into their positions by their head masters themselves. Qrow who was a student at Beacon and became part of Ozpins inner circle. And Winter who was a student at Atlas, has the 2nd highest rank in the military and is Ironwoods right hand

-> note that we met Lionheart and he did not have anyone close in that position who'd be his 'Qrow' or 'Winter'

Both grew up in emotionally unstable environments with no proper image of family and were expected to become independent early in their childhood. Qrow who grew up with the bandits and Winter who grew up in the abusive Schnee household

They're related to the main cast and are their mentors (Qrow - Ruby/Winter - Weiss)

Qrow is like a 2nd father figure to Ruby and Winter like a mother figure to Weiss

They take their roles as mentors, caretakers and family figures and apply it to people around them. Qrow who took care of the main cast from V4 - V6 and Winter who acts like a big sister to Penny and is overprotective of people who are younger than her (like Marrow)

They're both emotionally distant and only get warm around their younger family members but also hide their true personal feelings in order to protect them

Both dealt with alcoholism, Qrow who is a former alcoholic and Winter who grew up with an alcoholic mother

They're cut of from their team. STRQ fell apart and Winter was in a former team since it's the norm for the academy. Penny told us in V7 that' she's not part of a team anymore since she works for the military and that the general told her "that she doesn't have time for friends", the same probably applies to Winter

They both are connected to magic (Qrow-> can turn into a bird, Winter - > Winter Maiden)

Ozpin and Ironwood both manipulated them. Ozpin didn't trust Qrow enough and sent him off to deadly missions and kept him in the dark. While Ironwood didn't keep secrets from Winter, her position in the military and Ironwoods knowledge of her past family life put her into a state where she is selfless and doesn't care about her life or doesn't let her personal feelings get in the way. She gets shut up by Ironwood when speaking her mind in certain situations (V3 Ozpins office, V7 Jacques Dining Table, V8 before Emerald disguised as Penny arrives)

They got both sent to deadly missions (for Winter it was in Mistral from V4-v5 and the planned bomb for the whale)

They're almost emotionally dependent on their guardians. Qrow felt like Ozpin finally gave him a purpose and a place to be. Similar to Winter where she found a father figure and a place where she felt like she could do some real good for the world.

After Qrow building up walls to not open up to people because of his semblance and Winter who was taught to keep her emotions shut her whole life, they lost their first and only friend (not counting former team members) tragically

Both also carry something that reminds them of their friends. Qrow has Clovers Pin and Winter holds the Maiden Powers

Their friends "died" in their arms/saw them before they faded

They both left (abusive) family members behind (Qrow - Raven / Winter - Parents)

They were both pretty skilled for their age (Qrow who got into the academy without going to a school beforehand and Winter's high rank for her mid-20's age)

Qrow and Winter were lied to/betrayed/dissapointed by their guardians. Ozpin hiding everything from everyone and then leaving, Ironwood giving into his paranoia and becoming controlling and threatening towards Winter (shooting people in front of her, pressuring her into staying with him, shutting her off and not listening to her, leaving his morals behind that she admired him for aka attempting to blow up Mantle, basically V8)

Manipulated and groomed into getting power to carry out dangerous jobs for them (Qrow getting turned into a bird, Winter getting the Maiden Powers)

Seeing their former home fall (Fall of Atlas and Beacon Academy)

Breaking down upon realization of what was done to them

(Qrow getting deeper into his alcoholism, Winter having an emotional breakdown and yes I don't think that Weiss was the only trigger for her to cry out. Her father figure got pushed into destructive paranoia who attempted to kill her , her best and only friend got murdered and her sister pushed into the void by the same person who again is responsible for everything that happened to her by influencing her most important guardian - and all of that within a few moments "You are going to pay - for everything that you've done" )

losing their younger family members

blaming themselves for what happens to their surroundings (Qrow with his bad luck and Winter not being able to save Weiss/anyone in the void)

Almost died (while protecting people they care about)

They have a pretty low self image and don't see themselves as deserving of anything. Winter told Penny that she doesn't deserve the powers and was just a machine. Qrow often deflects compliments and Clover even called him out on that.

If I missed any, feel free to add! So what do I think about this? Well at first there is more to them that was established but not continued. It was shown in V3 that they knew each other personally (on a 1st name basis) and had some kind of history but it didn't get addressed again after that.

Them barely interacting in V7 made me question if their build up was forgotten but on the other hand I think a lot of character interactions got the short end in V7 especially with the story. But what V7 and V8 gave us was more insight on Winter and with the fall of Ironwood and Atlas, these parallels became even clearer.

Now with Weiss and Ruby gone, I think there is the chance for the character's, especially Winter who also lost Penny and Ironwood, to step out of their character box. Winter was shown to be more than just an older sister and soldier. Now with her destiny in her hand but, at a painful cost, where does that lead her?

I think everyone knows already that V9 is going to be a detour and I don't think that it's going to be a split up like V4 but I think it could be similar to V8. It could be that Winter takes over the caretaker role like Qrow did in V4-V6. I hope it doesn't take long for him, Robyn and the Ace Ops to arrive. They still don't know what happened and I think they should work together with the Happy Huntresses in Vacuo and could perfectly function as minor characters and somewhat ending their (Happy Huntresses and Ace Ops) arc for now.

Overall I hope that we get to see Qrow and Winter grieve. They deserve it and Winter who's never been this emotional within one episode deserves to not hide it anymore. She'll have to struggle with her family and I just want her to have somebody to talk to who can relate. And after seeing all these parallels I think Qrow would be perfect for that matter and that build up from V3 would go somewhere.

Thank you for reading 💞 what do you think?💞

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kitkatopinions · 3 years

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Mercury Black.

Mercury for the RWBY asks post! One of my favorites in the Villains Group!

My top three ships for the character

I’ve shipped some pretty weird things for Mercury via fan fiction, so this list is a little bit weird, but uh... Mercury/Yang could have such an interesting dynamic and relationship if Mercury gets redeemed and works hard to be better. Another fun one is Whitley/Mercury. I’m sorry lol, but while writing a fic with a mutual wherein Mercury and Whitley were forced to interact as Watts was living in Schnee Manor and using Jacques, and the two of them ran away from their abusers together and had to rely on each other to survive... I started kinda shipping these two! It only works in AU fics right now (and was less weird when I thought Whitley was fifteen and Mercury was sixteen/seventeen.) Also, I don’t hate Mercury/Emerald. I tend to see them more as siblings, but dang, there’s some good artwork that has made me start seeing the chemistry there.

My three least favorite ships for the character

Mercury/Oscar is... Not my favorite. XD They’d have older brother, younger brother energy only and that’s it. Nora/Mercury is something I don’t think would work at all. And Adam/Mercury... Ew, I mean, it’s kinda ew. But I literally had to look up a list of ships and go ‘I don’t hate that’ for a lot of them to find three I definitely don’t like. He’s pretty easy to ship with a lot of people!

My biggest criticism for the character

There isn’t enough of it. The character Mercury does have is pretty good, but he’s used so sparingly that I almost forget he’s a character at times. He should’ve had a bigger role in the story, they should’ve put more emphasis on his relationships with more than just Emerald, they shouldn’t have dropped him out of season eight before he could do anything. We need to know more about him and see him vulnerable and have him be relevant to the plot again, or he’s in danger of becoming boring.

My favorite thing about the character

I love his versatility. I already talked about him being easy to ship with a lot of people, but it’s more than that. The knowledge that he just goes with things even if they’re crazy (”I killed my dad and then this lady showed up talking about destiny and took me to a castle with a magic demon woman so here I am”) makes him a character that can be put into a lot of situations. You want to get him redeemed? Throw him into a situation where he’s with the right people and away from the wrong ones and his character naturally starts adjusting to fit that. You want him to be sad and whumped? Isolate him with someone like Tyrian or Watts and let him suffer. Want him to be a hero from the get go? If Ironwood or Qrow had found him instead of Cinder, he can be! He can go to Beacon or be in Atlas as the friend of Penny! He’d adjust to that! Want him to be a wildcard grayer scale character who isn’t on the heroes side or Salem’s side? If Roman and Neo had found him instead of Cinder, he can be that! He can view Roman as a father figure. He could’ve run away from home when he was younger, found Ren and Nora, and become attached to them. He could’ve been friends with Team SSSN if he’d been sent to Haven before moving to Beacon. He could’ve been found by Raven and the tribe and become attached to them. He’s a character you can put into almost any scenario on any side and it’d work!

A headcanon I have about them

In my headcanons, Mercury was raised isolated and didn’t go to school, so Emerald saying he’s socially awkward wasn’t a lie at all. Mercury can’t hold a real conversation with anyone outside of talking about plans and illegal action... And Emerald, who he doesn’t want to admit is his best friend. Also when he went to Beacon, he started getting interested in all kinds of hobbies and things he’d never heard about before. He liked going to the library because there were always kids reading and playing games that looked interesting. He loved checking out the booths at the Vytal Festival and trying foods and wondering what the hell cotton candy even was. Emerald was constantly rolling her eyes about it, but she secretly found it endearing and it made her feel a little less cynical herself.

What I would change about them if I was making a re-write

He needs to be involved. I don’t know why he constantly got shafted, but he should’ve had a proper second fight with Yang, he could’ve gotten dropped into Atlas with Watts instead of Tyrian (or along with Tyrian.) And I know this is a bit of an unpopular opinion, but I think Mercury should’ve been the one to start his redemption in season eight and Emerald should’ve been given time to work through her Cinder issues some and get redeemed maybe in season nine. Like I said, Mercury is versatile, he never had someone who he was committed to and believed in amongst Salem’s followers outside of Emerald, he didn’t care about the cause, and he’s deeply connected to the trauma of being abused by his father. Like many Merc fans, I think he should’ve gotten a wake up call when he saw Oscar getting abused, and tried to convince Emerald to leave with him, and I think Emerald should have said she had to stay and try to talk to Cinder about what she’d heard Oscar tell Hazel. Mercury is reluctant, but agrees, and he’s the one who starts escaping with Oscar. Yang’s frustration and hesitance in trusting him would be more personal, but at the same time, it wouldn’t be Penny’s murderer that everyone (and Penny!) is working with so easily, then, either.

What I I think of their character allusion and what (if anything) I would change about it

Mercury (mythology) was the god of messengers, thieves, commerce, travelers, and trade. His predecessor in Greek mythology, Hermes, was a messenger of the gods and called ‘a divine trickster.’ If that sounds weird, it’s because it is. If that sounds like it fits more with Emerald, that’s because it does. Emerald, the thief, who steals from sales people and takes the reins in every deception and most conversations with other people, who carried out Cinder’s orders from Salem and was arguably one of the biggest contributors to the Fall of Beacon (messenger of gods,) who was the one to tell Salem why they’d failed in Haven, and then later was the one delivering Oscar back to the group and the first face Ironwood sees when he realizes he’s been tricked by Ruby’s group. Emerald could be argued as the messenger role here. I truly believe that they made Mercury based off of the god of Roman/Greek mythology only because he has special shoes. Mercury does connect to Hermes/Mercury as a guide to the dead, leading them to the Underworld. As an assassin, this is treated literally in the RWBY world, but he isn’t really utilized in that way! Other than murdering his abusive father, Mercury’s direct kill count is at one the same as Emerald (who is Penny’s murderer, period.) The only other connection is a very lose one - Hermes’ role as a boundary crosser reflects Mercury’s loose morals and his easy slide into villainy, but also his potential to cross over to another side at the drop of a hat as I already established. As I already said, I’d have Mercury either replace Tyrian when Watts goes to Atlas, or I’d have him join the two, and act as an assassin there, increasing his role of guiding the dead to the Underworld. And having him be the one to deliver Ozpin/Oscar makes him more of a messenger of the gods, but I would also give him some important information about Salem to deliver to Ozpin as well. And I’d also have Salem ask him and Emerald to tell her what had happened at Haven and have him play more of a role when Cinder went to talk to Raven in the mid seasons. I’d have Mercury used to deliver information from Cinder to Roman in the early seasons, and just over all increase his connections to the various big names around him and give him a lot of information. I might also have Watts add some sort of Iron Man/Shadow the Hedgehog sort of flight capabilities to his boots in the seventh and eighth season sort of like Penny’s flight abilities just to get the whole ‘winged shoes’ thing. But I’d make sure that his flight is sporadic and rough-around-the-edges, worse than Penny’s, and something he can’t always rely on or use for long. Idk, I just think that’d fit with his personality really well.

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emy-loves-you · 4 years

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Wrong Numbers and Useless Gays (Chapter 7)

Happy Halloween!

Warning: Minor burns

Chapter 6 | Masterlist | Chapter 8

V- (8:04 AM) Happy first day of Halloween!

L- (8:05 AM) Virgil, it’s October 1st. Halloween isn’t for another 30 days.

V- (8:05 AM) We must be celebrating different holidays. Halloween lasts from October 1st to October 31st. For the entire month, you watch cheesy Halloween movies and decorate your home in black, purple, and orange. Spiders and bats become your daily esthetic. There are no exceptions to this rule.

P- (8:06 AM) I have arachnophobia and most of our decorations are green. Is that alright, Kiddo?

V- (8:06 AM) … There is one exception.

L- (8:07 AM) This is preposterous.

R- (8:07 AM) Calm down, Specs. Let our Dark and Stormy Knight have his holiday. We don’t want another incident of Pi Day, do we?

V- (8:08 AM) What happened on Pi Day?

P- (8:08 AM) Logan wanted to spend the day memorizing as many digits of Pi as possible. Roman told him that Pi day was only for baking pies. Logan decided to etch as many digits of pi as he could fit into the crust of a pie before baking it. Sadly, baking isn’t Lolo’s exPIEtise.

R- (8:09 AM) He almost burnt the house down. It was hilarious.

L- (8:09 AM) I will back down from this argument, if only to preserve my dignity. Since you decided to text us at 8 AM, I assume that you have plans to celebrate your “first day of Halloween?”

V- (8:10 AM) Yep. I’ve got my Scooby-Doo VHS tapes, an entire gallon of iced coffee, and enough decorations to cover every square inch of my house. Life is good.

R- (8:11 AM) Wait which tapes?

V- (8:11 AM) Zombie Island, Witch’s Ghost, Alien Invaders, and Cyber Chase. The 4 best Scooby-Doo movies to ever exist.

R- (8:12 AM) Now I REALLY wanna watch Scooby-Doo

V- (8:12 AM) What’s stopping you?

L- (8:12 AM) The desire to have a stable income

R- (8:13 AM) I’m starring as Van Helsing for our theatre’s production of Dracula. I’ve got rehearsals and performances almost every night.

V- (8:13 AM) Sorry. I’ll watch it in your stead.

R- (8:14 AM) Gee, how thoughtful of you

(October 8th)

L- (2:32 PM) Virgil, did you seriously buy MORE chocolates?

V- (2:32 PM) Do you like them?

L- (2:32 PM) That’s not the point.

L- (2:33 PM) This is the 7th set of sweets you’ve sent us in the past 8 weeks. First of all, this is extremely unhealthy. Second of all, how much money have you spent on these? Third of all, you tend to send chocolates specifically when you’re planning something that we disapprove of. So what, pray tell, are you planning this time?

V- (2:34 PM) Wow, I didn’t realize you were keeping track of that.

L- (2:34 PM) I keep track of everything. Quit ignoring the questions.

V- (2:35 PM) Okay. First of all, if they make you happy it doesn’t matter. Second of all, if it makes you happy it doesn’t matter. Third of all, if it makes you happy it doesn’t matter :)

L- (2:35 PM) …

V- (2:35 PM) Besides, you wouldn’t want me to STOP sending you sweets, would you?

L- (2:36 PM) … Curse you and your knowledge of my sweets addiction.

V- (2:36 PM) :)

(October 15th)

L- (5:47 PM) VIRGIL!

V- (5:48 PM) Hm?

L- (5:48 PM) DID YOU SERIOUSLY TP OUR HOUSE?!?!?

V- (5:49 PM) You have no proof

L- (5:50 PM) [*Photo Attachment*]

[The photo is of a door. There is a square of TP taped to the door, the words “VIRGIL WAS TOTALLY NOT HERE” written in sharpie]

V- (5:50 PM) See? I was totally not there.

V- (5:51 PM) And I sent you pre-apology chocolates, so you can’t get mad!

L- (5:52 PM) I CAN STILL GET MAD

V- (5:52 PM) NO YOU WON’T OR I’LL STOP GETTING YOU CHOCOLATES

L- (5:53 PM) YOU WOULDN’T

V- (5:53 PM) TRY ME BITCH

R- (5:55 PM) I don’t know WHAT you did, but Logan called me, screeched your name, and hung up. Keep up the good work, storm cloud ;)

(October 22nd)

V- (3:42 PM) Hey Pat?

P- (3:42 PM) What’s up, Kiddo?

V- (3:42 PM) You bake, right?

P- (3:43 PM) It would be very hard to run a bakery if I couldn’t, Kiddo!

V- (3:43 PM) True

V- (3:43 PM) So what do you do if your cookies catch on fire?

P- (3:43 PM) WHAT

V- (3:44 PM) [*Photo Attachment*]

[The photo is of an oven. The door is open, and inside is a tray of Pillsbury ghost sugar cookies. They are all on fire]

P- (3:44 PM) PUT IT OUT

V- (3:44 PM) HOW

P- (3:45 PM) DON’T YOU HAVE A FIRE EXTINGUISHER?!?!

V- (3:45 PM) WON’T THAT RUIN THE COOKIES?

P- (3:45 PM) THOSE COOKIES ARE GONERS. ACCEPT YOUR LOSS

V- (3:46 PM) [*Photo attachment*]

[The photo is of the same oven. The door is still open, yet the entire inside of the oven is covered in foam]

V- (3:46 PM) Now what?

P- (3:46 PM) First of all, turn off the oven.

V- (3:47 PM) Done

P- (3:47 PM) Okay. Now answer me this: HOW THE FUDGE DID YOU MANAGE TO CATCH PREMADE SUGAR COOKIES ON FIRE???

V- (3:48 PM) I DON’T KNOW! I JUST PUT THEM IN THE OVEN AND SUDDENLY THEY WERE ON FIRE

L- (3:48 PM) Are you alright, Virgil? Did you sustain any burns or other injuries?

P- (3:48 PM) HOLY STARS I SHOULD’VE ASKED! ARE YOU OKAY VIRGIL?

V- (3:49 PM) I’m fine. I burned my wrist but it’s not that bad.

L- (3:49 PM) Will you please send a picture of your injury?

V- (3:49 PM) [*Photo attachment*]

[The photo is of a left hand. The hand is long, slender, and pale. The nails are long and painted black with cat noses and whiskers. The person’s wrist has a minor burn wound, around the size of a golf ball]

L- (3:50 PM) You are correct, Virgil. It appears to be a minor burn, no need to contact the hospital. However, I would greatly appreciate it if you tend to your burn at your earliest convenience.

P- (3:50 PM) Go wrap up that burn, kiddo! Make sure you add burn cream, too!

P- (3:51 PM) AND OH MY GOSH I LOVE YOUR NAILS! They’re PAWsitively PURRfect!

L- (3:51 PM) Please stop

P- (3:52 PM) Alright. Wouldn’t wanna have a CATastrophe, would we?

L- (3:52 PM) Please. I beg of you.

V- (3:53 PM) Okay, all patched up. What do I do about my cookies?

L- (3:53 PM) Make sure your oven has fully cooled down before attempting to clean it.

P- (3:54 PM) AND DON’T DO THAT EVER AGAIN, MISTER!

P- (3:54 PM) You nearly gave me a heart attack!

V- (3:55 PM) Sorry, won’t happen again.

L- (3:55 PM) I assume that this means you will be buying post-apology sweets? I assure you that it is unnecessary, Virgil. Your health and safety are more important than confectionaries.

L- (3:57 PM) Virgil?

L- (3:57 PM) Please refrain from buying more sweets.

L- (3:58 PM) I’ve already gained 3.4 pounds alone from these “Gifts”

V- (3:58 PM) Too late, already bought them

P- (3:58 PM) You don’t have to, Kiddo!

P- (3:59 PM) And Lolo, don’t blame V on your weight gain. I know Ro’s not the only one sneaking whole jars of jelly from the cabinets at night.

L- (3:59 PM) Virgil, how much are you spending on these sweets?

V- (4:00 PM) Would it help if I said that I get a discount since I purchase chocolates almost weekly?

L- (4:00 PM) VIRGIL

V- (4:01 PM) :)

R- (6:58 PM) Why does all the interesting stuff happen while I’m at work?

V- (6:59 PM) Get wrecked Princey

R- (6:59 PM) :(

V- (7:00 PM) Don’t worry I got you sweets too

R- (7:00 PM) :)

(October 24th)

L- (2:32 PM) VIRGIL!

V- (2:33 PM) Did you get your sweets? Send me a pick! I didn’t get to see the end result

P- (2:33 PM) [*Photo Attachment*]

[The photo is of three vases, each of different colors. The light blue vase is filled with tulips made of white chocolate. There are also chocolate-covered straberry and a giant chocolate lollipop with the words “I appreciate you a chocoLOT!” The red vase is filled with milk chocolate roses and another chocolate lollipop that says “Good luck slaying Vampires!” The navy blue vase is the most elaborate (probably just to mess with Logan). It’s filled with dark chocolate tulips AND roses, with a whole jar of crofters nestled into the middle of the bouquet. It’s lollipop reads “Weight and Cost are just #s!”]

P- (2:34 PM) These are ADORABLE, Virgil!

L- (2:34 PM) How much did you spend on this, Virgil?

V- (2:34 PM) Did you not read your lollipop?

V- (2:35 PM) Don’t worry about it, I wouldn’t buy the chocolates if I couldn’t afford them :)

L- (2:35 PM) My digestive system can’t afford them.

V- (2:36 PM) Well I couldn’t give you pre-apology chocolates so I had to give you epic post-apology chocolates.

P- (2:37 PM) Well, I cannot wait to eat these! Seriously, I’ve already eaten half a tulip. And these vases will look so pretty holding ACTUAL flowers! Thank you so much, V! But remember, you don’t have to do this. We don’t need apology sweets!

V- (2:38 PM) I know, but it’s comforting to know that there’s at least ONE way I can interact with you guys beyond texting. I’m sorry that I’m still not comfortable talking face-to-face yet.

P- (2:38 PM) That’s completely fine, Kiddo! Take all the time you need. We’ll be here when you’re ready.

L- (2:39 PM) I agree.Though I still do not see the purpose of excessive spending on our behalf.

R- (2:39 PM) Well I find it extremely thoughtful, storm cloud. I would type an entire ballad of how caring and kind you are, but I must get back to work. I shall speak with you tonight, fair raven.

V- (2:40 PM) Thanks, guys. It means a lot to me.

(October 31st)

L- (10:17 AM) How are you feeling about your “final day of Halloween,” Virgil?

V- (10:18 AM) Incredibly depressed

P- (10:18 AM) Aww. Why’s that, Kiddo?

V- (10:19 AM) You guys know how I travel around with my friends, right?

V- (10:19 AM) Well apparently we have to travel out today. We won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon.

R- (10:20 AM) I’m deeply sorry, my precious stormcloud. If I may ask, why do you have to travel tonight?

V- (10:20 AM) My friends like to go to parties out of town, and I go to make sure they don’t get themselves killed.

P- (10:21 AM) I’m sorry you have to miss Halloween, Kiddo. I know how much you were looking forward to it.

V- (10:22 AM) I’m still gonna wear my costume. Just because I can’t celebrate at home doesn’t mean I can’t celebrate at all.

L- (10:22 AM) What costume have you decided to wear?

V- (10:23 AM) [*Photo attachment*]

[Photo is the bottom half of someone’s face. They’re smiling, with black lipstick and fake Vampire teeth. There’s red liquid running down their chin.]

P- (10:23 AM) That looks FANGtastic, Virgil!

L- (10:23 AM) I hope you have an amenable experience at the party, Virgil.

R- (10:24 AM) I agree! You look amazing and I hope you enjoy the party, storm cloud. Do not worry, I will watch The Nightmare Before Christmas in your stead!

V- (10:25 AM) Wow I feel so grateful

R- (10:25 AM) :)

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felassan · 4 years

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The Hero’s Journey to the West

This post is a mix of meta, speculation/conjecture and headcanon.

I don’t think the Hero of Ferelden is ever coming back as a PC or NPC beyond mentions/rumors and Codex entries/letters, but their quest to find a cure for the Calling fascinates me. It always makes me think about the Chinese novel by Wu Cheng’en.

We know that they came back from their trip. We don’t know if they succeeded or not, but since the romanced Leliana epilogues are fairly happy in tone, I don’t think it’s unreasonable to headcanon that they did - at least, in terms of ridding themselves of the Taint. I feel like whether they succeeded in finding a way to allow all Wardens to escape the Calling would be something up in the air, like, kept-back at the moment by the devs; because surely such a revelation would rocket through the Warden order and in a future title might be heard about or alluded to in-game, crop up in a Codex somewhere, color our future interactions with Warden characters on the Wardens’ end, or potentially influence future storybeats relating to the Wardens. (It would be a rather major thing.) In dialogue Morrigan says that if the HoF is successful, it will mean a long life for him/her/them, and perhaps even a long life for all Wardens.

On the ‘when’: Although the Hero was gone by the time Divine Justinia died (per romanced Leliana dialogue), they didn’t leave straightaway after the events of Awakening and Witch Hunt (Heroes who fathered Kieran had not yet met their son at the time of WH), since in DA2 Hawke meets King Alistair and Queen Warden was home at court, and in DAI romanced Morrigan says her partner helped raise Kieran for a time before events transpired to take him elsewhere (which is a reference to his journey).

On the ‘who’: In the ancient novel Journey to the West, the monk Tang Sanzang has powerful disciples who help and protect him on his journey: Sha Wujing, Zhu Bajie and Sun Wukong. In my head there’s a fun parallel here to DA’s four-man parties, and how the HoF is accompanied by - for example - Ariane, Finn and Dog during the episodic DLCs like Witch Hunt. This is purely headcanon, but I always liked to think that some of the Awakening companions that we never heard from again (so not Anders, Justice or Nate) and who in some epilogues mysteriously disappear, accompanied them on the quest for the cure; Velanna, Sigrun, possibly Oghren. (And Dog, of course - Dog in my head never left the Hero’s side after DAO, the notion presented in the games that he sometimes did is odd to me. Why would he, lol?) These characters could easily have a vested interest in wanting to rid themselves of the Taint. And obviously Zevran went with them, if romanced.

There’s plenty of material on which to base speculation about how a cure for the Calling might come about or be obtained, what the cure might involve. You have the case of Fiona, there’s Avernus’ research, there are instances where the Taint was drawn out of living things as with Isseya’s clutch of griffon eggs, the Architect doesn’t appear to be subject to the Call of the old gods and freed some darkspawn from it too, etc. I’m more interested atm in where the HoF went.

Leliana tells us the Warden went "far to the west, to lands that have never known the Blight”. Their search took them out of the area in which Corypheus was operating, and thus beyond the reach of the false Calling that affected other Wardens. During the timespan of base-game DAI, they were still in geographical regions which were reachable in such a way as to allow messages from Leliana’s agents to get to them after Leliana/Morrigan/etc gives the Inquisitor the means to contact them, and for letters from the Hero to be sent back in return. (That could be something essentially handwaved on the part of the devs in order to allow for the mechanic of hearing from the HoF in DAI, though.) Here I’m always reminded of the men of the Night’s Watch taking caged ravens with them in their expeditions beyond the Wall, so that the birds can carry messages back to the manned outposts. I look at the map of Thedas and wonder. Where might they have gone? Where was the western-most outpost of the Inquisition?

West of Ferelden takes you into Orlais, where the effects of Corypheus’ operations were felt. The Hero might naturally have taken the Imperial Highway and passed through settlements like Halamshiral, Lydes, Verchiel, Montsimmard and Val Firmin en-route. Such a route makes logical sense both in terms of convenient travels and the fact that in a war table mission, Leliana’s agents report “scattered references of [the Hero] passing through the area” (said area is not specified, but it makes sense that the Hero would have at times passed through inhabited places, since at times they were sighted). It should be noted however that when this war table mission is undertaken, the card ends up ‘played’ on the western shores of Lake Calenhad. Still, unless you took ship through the Waking Sea, most likely any journey west from Ferelden would have passed through or near that part of the country anyways, due to the sheer size of the lake, the highway following its banks and the fact that Gherlen’s Pass is the only safe route through which to cross the Frostback Mountains, at least in terms of year-round travel.

Anyway, in the western reaches of Orlais is the Western Approach. The Approach was the site of a major battle during the Second Blight - its desolate sands and barren badlands are definitely not lands which “have never known Blight”. And we know from a war table mission that the mines and tunnels of the Gamordan Peaks are infested with darkspawn, that the large darkspawn host that appeared at Val Gamord came from the mountains. Here is where it gets interesting. Were the environs of the Sulfur Lakes, Malcellin Geysers and the Sea of Ash always this way, as in this is the naturally-occurring geological/geothermal profile of the area (volcanic), or are they so wretched because like the nearby Western Approach, the land was corrupted beyond recovery during a Blight? I imagine that the Hero would have largely avoided these areas and the Approach due to this (inhospitable travelling terrain + Blight-touched/probably Blight-touched), and instead at this point struck out more north-westerly for a time.

Doing so would bring someone through or around the Nahashin Marshes. Above we can see the location of Serault in relation to the Approach and the Marshes. There is a crossing point in the Nahashin Marshes used by a merchant in The Last Court, who travelled from Val Chevin through Montfort and Ghislain, before going across the Marshes to get to Serault. Given this and the fact that they’d likely be steering away from the Approach, I can see the Hero following the Highway all the way to Ghislain and then crossing the Marshes on their way to Serault, obviously without going to Val Chevin, which would amount to backtracking.

What then of Serault, the mysterious marquisate located in the far west of Orlais? It’s Orlais’ western-most holding, and per a Codex entry as far west as one can still call civilized. I certainly headcanon that the Hero passed through here before forging further into wilds and lands unknown - here Serault Town has a Tolkienesque “The Last Homely House” feel to it, perched on the edge of it all:

This is the edge of the world. Beyond Serault Town is the Last River, and beyond the river, villages, charcoal-burners, the wilderness.

Per war table missions, Inquisition agents also travel to Serault during the time-frame of base-game DAI - here we have what is likely to be one of or the last place[s] where the Hero could have picked up messages from the Inquisition before ‘jumping off’ into the unknown. Laysh is another possibility, route-dependent (see below).

Serault is a strange place, where “unlikely” things happen. Perchance, was there useful knowledge to be found here? Morrigan herself dwelt here for a time, researching at the Glassworks and working to repair an eluvian. It’s implied she does this regardless of whether the Marquis allows her to or not. Notably, it is Morrigan “who found the lead[s] the Hero now follows in the western lands”. This was probably the “gift” Morrigan gives the Hero in Witch Hunt. She leaves them the stolen Dalish book Ariane was seeking to get back, and "something [else that the Hero] will find of great interest”. (She doesn’t give the something-else gift if he goes with her, but if he goes with her she’d just tell him in-person about what she’d found, so it stacks regardless). That said, when it’s a romanced Warden Alistair worldstate it sounds like he and the Hero found the lead on their own. I enjoy the leads being Morrigan’s gift though as an idea, and as a way of filling in what the heck the gift was.

Courtier’s children in Serault play at “Wardens and Darkspawn”, implying that Serault has either once been touched by Blight or else that tales of Blight and darkspawn and Warden heroics have reached the settlement. “Roads under the earth” (how very Deep Road-esque) are implied to stretch from Seraultine lands to an emergence somewhere in the Vimmark Mountains, there’s a bereskarn in the nearby woods and at one point the Marquis imagines the “tang of Blights” when a bitter wind blows from the north. I therefore find it unlikely that Seraultine surrounds have never been touched by Blight. Suspect the Hero ventured farther still, through the Applewoods - both the tamer Greenwood and the sinister Deepwoods, into the depths of the Tirashan. I’m obsessed with the Tirashan and its enigmatic denizens. What things they must know... mysterious, forgotten things. Are these elves ancient elves? To whom are they calling? These elves seem to guard their lands very fiercely, so it’s not a crazy idea that if the Hero entered the Tirashan they encountered some. Would an elven Hero have had a smoother initial interaction with them? It’s also not a crazy idea that the Tirashan elves might have knowledge that would have proven useful in the Hero’s quest, given the hints that they call to powers we possibly haven’t yet encountered. Their red vallaslin and apparent propensity for sacrificing people make me think of blood magic, and blood magic has practical uses in combatting Taint (Isseya’s spell on the griffon eggs, Avernus the blood mage, the Dark Ritual which was blood magic-based and ultimately caused the removal of Taint from Urthemiel’s soul, etc).

Say the Hero journeyed farther still. Over/through or under the southern Hunterhorn mountains to the forest or continuing forest on the other side (see the map of Thedas with expanded edges given to us in TN), which is inhabited by who knows what. Here the “Beyond Thedas” sections in WoT are of interest:

For many ages, the world that lies beyond Thedas has been largely unknown to us. Rumors and legends exist, tales of hardy sea captains crossing the ocean in search of treasure or ill-fated forays into the wilds, but they have always been buried under hearsay. Any serious attempts at exploration have been foiled by either the devastation of the Blights or the discouragement of waters plagued by both pirates and Qunari dreadnoughts.

The Hero surely would have researched such scattered references to the ill-fated forays, and sifted through hearsay, as 'homework’ before setting off on their trip. Going deep into the wild western wood is tantalizing in a frontier kind of way, but we can’t ignore the following entry in WoT, which I think was included in this manner for a reason.

Say instead the Hero travelled through the Hunterhorns and the Anderfels, maybe with a detour to nearby Weisshaupt to report in, confer with the First Warden and check the archives in its extensive library in case anything in there could prove useful in their quest, much like the recruit Valya did during her own investigation. The Anderfels are super Blight-blasted, so they would not have stopped there. In terms of travels in this area, I think it’s likely they would have joined a caravan being led by the Green Men order through the Wandering Hills to the distant port of Laysh.

The Voshai are yet another mysterious, unknown culture, and have materials and items that are completely unknown in Thedas proper among their wares. They come from a far-flung place and seem to Know Things. The status of dwarves in their society and their interest in lyrium is interesting, given the link both dwarves and lyrium have to underground places and the Blight. Can the reports of the recent return of the Voshai vessels to Thedas be a coincidence? I don’t think so, in the context of things discussed in this post. What powers and potentials are to be found among the wares of the Voshai that these Tevinter merchants were so keen to mount several expeditions into the wild unknown in search of them, even after several voyages never returned? I think the Hero probably took ship at Laysh (either they managed to secure passage on a docked Voshai ship, or there was an expedition vessel the Hero chartered), and went across the Volca Sea to the lands of the Voshai. Here they could have found a cure, and then a Voshai ship to then take them back to the known Thedosian continent.

A final few notes: You have to wonder, the lands which are untouched by Blight, why is that? Is it environmental - natural barriers or environmental conditions inhospitable to darkspawn? Is it magical protection? Are there limits to the darkspawn/Blight’s realm of influence, and if so, why, and how do these limits work? Does the fabled cataclysm in the lands of the Voshai have anything to do with a Blight (you could definitely describe a Blight as a cataclysm, for one thing)? And why on the new map with expanded edges from TN, along all the borders/expanded space, despite the fact that in WoT the “Beyond Thedas” stuff discusses all directions - why on the TN map is there only one place at the edges with an arrow pointing off into the unknown realms? Granted, it’s not the west Tirashan nor is it the north-westerly Volca Sea, but it is notable and worth mentioning. What lies south-west in the Sundered Sea, and why is it marked like this?

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Meteor Shower

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Identity V

Relationship: Luca Balsa | Prisoner & Yidhra | Dream Witch, Yidhra | Dream Witch & Yidhra's Follower

Characters: Luca Balsa | Prisoner, Yidhra | Dream Witch, Yidhra's Followers (Identity V

Additional Tags: commission, Inspired by the Meteor Shower Event, meteor shower, Stargazing, Developing Friendships, Talking, Luca Balsa | Prisoner Has Memory Issues, Yidhra | Dream Witch is a scary lady™, Luca Balsa | Prisoner is a nerd

Words: 1,291

Summary:

Unlikely friends bond over the stars.

Notes:

This is a commission for my amazing gf!!!🥰 It was a lot of fun to write cuz it features me and my bb's favorite characters!!!🥺💖

One could find almost anything in the manor if you looked hard enough. There were endless hallways and rooms, each hiding numerous secrets and long forgotten items. Luckily for Luca he had stumbled upon an unlocked storage room on the 3rd floor, the old dusty boxes nestled inside holding the exact treasure he was searching for.

A telescope!

It had a few dents here and there, and was covered in so much dust that simply looking at it sent him into a coughing fit, yet it still worked as if it were brand new. Gently dusting off his prize the young inventor made his way outside, the soft glow of the moon illuminating the otherwise dark grounds.

Luca explored the gardens, eyes pointed skyward as he searched for the best spot to view the meteor shower. None of the places close to the manor's exterior were great so the young man ventured farther out.

After a short walk the ground began to slope upwards. A grassy hill lay ahead, devoid of any trees on or nearby.

The perfect spot!

Luca excitedly rushed forward before quickly freezing in his tracks.

He was not alone...

Atop the raised earth sat a large woman, her skin an unnatural purple paired with long hair as dark as a raven. A blindfold covered her eyes, yet nothing obscured the long scaly snake tail that lay in place of where her legs should be. In her clawed hands she held up a small girl whose color pallet matched her own, allowing the young girl to get a good look at the falling meteors above.

Dream witch and one of her followers!

Luckily it seems like neither had noticed him, eyes focused on the sky above and paying no mind to the earth below. Luca turned to leave, feet silent as he crept away slowly.

"Hello 'prisoner'." Yidhra greeted him, face still turned the opposite direction.

Oh no…

Yidhra was a force to be reckoned with in and out of matches. The eldritch god was known for her ruthlessness during games; almost never going friendly during matches and showing no mercy to any of the survivors, regardless of if they were the first one found or the last. Around the manor the snake woman was hardly seen by the survivors, avoiding the humans at every chance and only interacting with the other hunters.

Facing the Dream Witch one on one never ends well...

"Ah- My apologies, ma'am." Luca hastily apologized. "I didn't know you were here. I'll leave you be." He turned on his heels, wanting to leave as soon as possible for fear of invoking the god's wrath.

"Calm down, little one." Yidhra spoke, lowering the small follower back down onto the grassy hill so she could properly face the 'prisoner'. "You may watch the stars with us."

The rational part of Luca's brain screamed absolutely not while the fried part reasoned he should. He meets the two sides midway, mentally listing off the pros and cons of each choice.

Pro: it's the best spot to view the meteor shower

Con: possibly getting murdered

Pro: hunters aren't allowed to harm survivors outside of matches

Con: she's a god and could definitely get away with breaking some rules.

Pro: it's the best spot to view the meteor shower

In Luca's scrambled mind the pros outweigh the cons, so in the end he decides to stay.

The inventor went about setting up his telescope, securing the legs and adjusting the lens. He worked as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb the hunter a few feet away from him. Though Luca was not a quiet man - always mumbling to himself and letting any thoughts that came into his head spill from his mouth with no filter, his rambling often accompanied by metallic clanks from his constant tinkering - so staying silent was a difficult task. An uneasy tension ran thick between the three, Luca refusing to acknowledge it for fear of annoying the eldritch god. Though said deity sensed what was amiss and quickly grew tired of it.

"Out with it already, boy." Yidhra hissed. "We don't have all night."

Luca recoiled from his telescope, fearing the worst.

"Oh um I want to talk about the stars, they're really quite fascinating, but-" The man swallowed nervously. "I do not wish to disturb your peace."

"Go ahead, I do not mind."

When Luca showed no sign of opening his tightly sealed lips, she continued on.

"Come now, don't be shy." She smiled, flashing her sharp teeth. "I don't bite." A shrill sound that might have been a laugh rang out from her throat.

Luca awkwardly laughed along before clearing his throat. The inventor aimed the telescope to the sky, his good eye searching for stars and constellations through the glass. Whenever he found one he would list off the various names, stories and facts about them that he could remember. His words were a mess; full of missing info and constant back tracking when he remembered what he forgot. As he spoke he risked a glance towards Yidhra, worried the hunter was annoyed by his jumbled rambling. Thankfully her expression was one of amusement, so Luca continued on with his incoherent spiel.

When the young man eventually ran out of new stars, silence reclaimed the night. Though it didn't last for long. A tug at his shirt pulled the man's gaze away from the telescope. Looking down he was face to face with the follower. What was normally a horrifying sight was now kind of cute. The small girl was smiling, eagerly pointing at the telescope.

"Oh you want to take a look?" Luca asked. The follower nodded. The brunette stepped aside, allowing her access to the telescope. Luca took a seat on the hill between the Dream Witch and her follower, head tilted back as he watched the meteors falling overhead. A peaceful silence befall the three of them, an unlikely trio simply enjoying the stars together.

It wasn't long till the quiet night was once again interrupted.

"I've roamed this earth since before life inhabited it." The snake woman reminisced, voice unusually soft. "Yet I never grew tired of watching the stars. It's one of the few constants I've had over the centuries. Their beauty is mesmerizing, even to a god."

Her words resolved any lingering tension, the wall between hunter and survivor finally collapsing. The two conversed freely, the hours flying by as they discussed whatever random topics presented themselves. Before they knew it the sky was changing colors, the rising sun illuminating the hill where they sat. The higher the sun rose the farther Luca's eyes closed. A long yawn escaped from the inventor before he finally succumbed to the sweet call of sleep, head cushioned by the soft grass.

"Silly mortal," Yidhra quietly laughed, careful not to disturb the slumbering survivor. "forgetting he requires rest."

The Dream Witch rose, ordering her follower to gently carry the sleeping man. Yidhra leads the way back to the manor, her follower close behind. Once inside she makes her way to Luca's room, using her claws to pry open his door. Her follower sets the inventor on his bed, Yidhra proceeding to tuck him under his blankets. Once the man was taken care of the hunter left, carefully closing the door and making her way to her own room.

As she slithers away her mind can't help but drift back to the 'prisoner'.

None of the other survivors were nowhere near as interesting as him. She mused. He stood out amongst a sea of painfully boring mortals.

Yidhra decided right then and there that their first conversation wouldn't be their last. The Dream Witch would make sure of it.

Notes:

If anyone is interested, I've opened fanfic commissions to support my Identity V addiction! This post has info about it! ^-^

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lesbianlovelanguage · 4 years

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YOUTUBER AU I’m such a fucking sucker for those. It can be anything you want really. Maybe they are friends doing a challenge or something and they end up kissing (or more ;)) or they could meet each other at like a creator even and take a pic together and everyone starts to ship them... :)

HI! Anon I am so sorry, life has been *general handwaving* a MESS. But, I’ve finally gotten most of my shit together and look! A fic! Finally!!! I hope you enjoy two ridiculous boys being ridiculous.

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“You guys asked for it, and here it is. The explanation to Bendy and the Ink Machine! Now, I’ve watched a ton of playthroughs of this, especially The RatKing’s, as well as played through it myself, and I think I’ve got it.”

Such a simple statement, it made it through both of the editors as well as Steve and Dustin themselves without raising any red flags. But as with everything, once it had been released on the internet it became fuel for fans to break apart and over analyze.

The comments started pouring in, the standard mix of support and people trying to break apart his theory. But one comment in particular would stand out and begin something so much bigger than itself.

Twenty minutes after Steve had pressed upload, someone with the username Random Hoe posted a comment saying Awe! A collab between you and Billy would be totes amazing!! While an innocent comment in itself, it began to pick up steam as people ranted and demanded for the two popular youtubers to interact more. It turned from video ideas to outright shipping within two hours, and only five hours after the video had been up, people began tagging Steve on Twitter with everything from edited screen grabs to fanart and video edits, all about Steve and Billy’s secret yet undying love for each other.

Steve had almost quit Youtube as the fanbase for what had been dubbed “Stilly” steadily grew and became all the more ravenous. There were less and less comments and reactions to his theories, whether movie, video game, or even book related, and more and more comments about how he needed to do a collab with Billy ASAP, and how he’s queerbaiting, and how it’s okay to come out, it was 20Gayteen after all. He had tried to do damage control, but it only made things worse.

And then someone showed Billy, and Steve not only wanted to quit Youtube, but also crawl under a rock.

Billy’s only reaction to someone sending him a picture of Steve and Billy during a live stream was “Nice art, like the hair,” but Steve could have sworn his mouth twitched down in a grimace before Billy recovered his composure.

But Dustin had convinced Steve to keep going, and with two months of no recognition or new content, the frenzy of Stilly shipping died down. It never disappeared, but no one sent anymore art to Billy and stopped tagging Steve in all of their posts. That had been in February.

Vidcon was in June, and Stilly was the least of Steve’s worries. He’d been asked to host a panel on the new game show he and Dustin had begun hosting on Youtube TV about pop culture trivia, and then host a live episode with various Youtube guests as competitors. It promised to be relatively simple, a simple explanation of the origin and behind-the-scenes and a simple Q&A session followed by what he spent every Thursday doing for the past two months. And it was, him and Dustin breezing through the panel bouncing off of each other and the first round of Did You Know? You Don’t Say? flying by as the famed beauty guru aced almost every question. But once the second guest stepped on stage, Steve knew it was all going to go to shit.

Because Billy Hargrove, The Rat King himself, swaggered out on the stage in flip flops and an Everlast crop top and flopped into the contestant’s chair with a smirk. Steve froze, mouth suddenly drier than a desert.

Luckily, Dustin didn’t even stutter. “Ah! The next victim. Should we go easy on him?” He waggled his eyebrows as he asked the audience. The audience shouting brought Steve out of his daze, and with a shake of his head, he turned and spread his arms out wide.

“Well then, let’s begin. So, Billy, Do you know what the rarest MnM color is?”

The cocky smirk melted off of Billy’s face, replaced by one of thoughtful determination. He’s silent for only a moment before he looks up and says, “Brown, like your eyes, Pretty Boy.” Steve feels his pale skin flush with heat, but he coughs and tries to play it off.

“Quite the charmer there, Rat King. Luckily, your lines are actually true. One point! Let’s see it!” He calls out and then looks behind him to the television screen currently displaying the scoreboard. A large blocky 1 appears and the audience cheers.

“Alrighty then,” Dustin says after the crowd dies down. “Next question. Billy, Do you know the original name of Istanbul?” Billy chuckles, and shakes his head.

“Easy. Constantinople.”

Dustin fake pouts and looks over to Billy. “None of that Rat King charm for me?” The audience laughs, and Billy chuckles before throwing a wink at Dustin.

“Not quite old enough to ride this ride, bud.”

Dustin scoffs and shakes his head, making the curls bounce around wildly. “Whatever you say, old man. You did get it right by the way. Let me see another point!” Dustin mimics Steve and gestures towards the scoreboard which now shows a big, white 2.

“Your turn, Pretty Boy. Give me something hard.”

“Alright. Let’s see.” Steve pretends to look over his notes before seeing the perfect question. “So, Billy, Do you know which two American states don’t observe daylight savings time?” Billy stares blankly at Steve. This was the final question in their lineup, but he had asked for a hard question.

Luckily, Billy recovers quickly and clears his throat before giving another chuckle. “Damn, I know I said give me a hard one, but I wasn’t expecting that. I’m gonna go with Hawaii and Alaska?” Steve shakes his head and gives a small sigh.

Dustin gives a little cheer, and then runs over to a table off to the side of the stage where they have a cue card that the contestant has to read off of if they lose. It was Dustin’s idea, the You don’t say? part of the title. It’s his favorite part of the show, because they get to see their contestants say some ridiculous things.

“Well, unfortunately, that was incorrect,” Steve announces over the booing audience. “And, following the rules, you now have to read whatever is on this card.” Dustin hands Billy the cue card with a wicked grin.

Billy sighs and flips over the card. There’s a moment of silence as he reads over what the card says, and then he looks up at Steve and clears his throat.

“Would a Pretty Boy want to go out with me?” He says in a clear voice, gaze never leaving Steve’s.

Suddenly too many things for Steve to process happen at once. He feels the heat return to his cheeks and his mouth dry out again, the audience goes wild, and a buzzer sounds, signaling that they were out of time for Did You Know? You Don’t Say? Dustin comes through and pushes a frozen Steve off-stage, where Billy is waiting in the wings. With the audience’s weighty gaze gone, the feeling returns to Steve all at once.

“What the hell man? What was that out there?” He hissed at Billy. The man simply shrugs and gives another one of his trademark smirks.

“Just giving the people what they want, Princess. Try to keep up.” And then he turns around, and walks away. Simple as that. Nothing to it.

Steve wants to scream. Fortunately, he and Dustin have been friends for years, and he knows all of Steve’s tics by now. The stagehands shoo them from the wings, and he pulls Steve through one of the backdoors to outside the convention center. Somehow, he also procures a water bottle in the hustle, and hands it to Steve once they’re both sitting on the steps outside. Steve takes the water bottle gratefully and chugs half of it in one long gulp. He pulls it away and wipes at his face before sighing. He seems to deflate, like a balloon losing all of its helium at once, and Dustin puts an arm around him. It’s awkward because he’s shorter than Steve, but it’s still comforting nonetheless.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Dustin asks quietly.

“I- I’m so stupid. For just a second I thought it was real, but why would it be? What would someone like him see in someone like me?” Dustin lets out a huff before pulling away and turning towards Steve.

“Steve, buddy, pal o’ mine. You’re an idiot. If anything, he doesn’t deserve you. He’s a pompous ass for pulling a stunt like that. It’s bullshit.”

“He could have anyone. Between his paycheck and his pecs, he’s one of Youtube’s hottest content creators.”

“Yeah, sure. But for the sake of alliteration, he also lacks personality. The guy’s a huge dick! And he proved it today. He knew that you wouldn’t shut him down and bitch him out on stage, so he thought it would be funny to pull that shit.”

“Yeah, he is kind of just a publicity-seeking asshole, you’re right,” Steve admits, feeling a little better, and a lot angrier. “You know what, Dusty-Poo? I’m gonna find him, and give him a piece of my mind.” He stands up, itching for a fight and knowing who to go find for one.

“Tha-that’s not exactly what I meant but sure! Go knock him down a peg.” Dustin stands up as well and follows Steve back onto the main showfloor.

It takes about twenty minutes to find Billy amongst the crowd but Steve sees him, and locks in like a tiger stalking his prey. Or something cool like that. Thankfully, Steve doesn’t have to make a huge scene as he walks up to Billy and gets in his face.

“You. Me. Conference Room 3. Now,” Steve says, poking a finger in the middle of Billy’s chest to emphasize his point. Billy chuckles, but still follows along as they walk into the empty conference room. Once they clear the doors and Steve hears them swing shut behind them, he turns to Billy.

“Explain. What the fuck was the point of that little,” he wavs his hand around, “stunt you pulled during the game show?”

Billy raises an eyebrow. “Told you Pretty Boy. I gave the people what they wanted.

“So that’s it? It was a publicity stunt?”

“You tell me. You’re the one who started the whole thing,” Billy shoots back, still holding on to an air of nonchalance, but Steve can his patience waning.

“You- you mean the stuff from February? When I happened to mention you in one video? You think I meant for that shitstorm to start, for fun and publicity?”

Billy only shrugs again.

“Okay. Nope. Again, I mentioned your channel one time, as a source. Gave credit where credit was due. I do it for all the channels I watch! I’ve mentioned Nancy’s channel like 8 times, and Jonathan’s too. Never had this shit started with them.”

“They’re married, Steve. Like super married. Of course it wouldn’t. We’re both single, queer youtubers. Of course shit’s gonna stop. Didn’t your agent or whoever look over your video?”

Steve huffs. “Oh yeah, let me just go hire an agent, cause I have such a need for someone to monitor my every move,” Steve snarked. Billy just looked at him like he had failed to add 2 and 3.

“You’re telling me you, part of one of the biggest channels on Youtube, don’t have an agent?”

“We’re not one of the biggest channels, and we’ve never needed one! We’ve got our team of editors and assistants, no need for some agent.”

“Steve,” Billy says patiently, like he was explaining something to a child, “You have over 4 million subscribers. That’s a big channel.”

“We’re still not one of the biggest channels, dipshit.”

“Oh, I'm the dipshit? I didn’t start a fucking fandom frenzy apparently by accident. Because I was smart and got a fucking agent.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“Whatever you say Princess.”

“Stop fucking calling me a princess!” Steve screams, voice booming in the silent conference room. “Why do you do that? Pretty Boy, Princess, Stevie? Just- just stop with the fucking nicknames. It’s not fair.” The second part of his outburst comes out as a whisper, sounding almost desperate.

Billy was at a loss for words, but then again, he had always been more of a man of action.

So he says nothing, only gives a seconds’ thought of what he was going to do, before lunging forward and doing it.

Steve’s next words are muffled as Billy crashes their lips together with absolutely no finesse, teeth clacking. It probably constituted as the worst kiss Billy has ever had, but as he moves back, Steve grabs a fist full of blond locks and pulls him forward. Their

second kiss is far better. By no means is it soft, but that was just par for the course with them wasn’t it?

The kiss comes to a natural ending as they both pull back to breath, before Steve starts to giggle.

“You really need to work on your pick-up lines, Rat King.”

A soft gasp from the doorway cuts off Billy’s retort, and they both turn to see a girl decked out in Youtube merch, including a jacket with the Upside Down Theories logo on it. She had dropped her backpack, and was open-mouthed gaping at the two. Her eyes are as wide as dinner plates as she frantically gathers up her backpack and shoots out of the conference room.

“Chances that this blows up online by tomorrow?” Steve asks, turning to the blond next to him.

“I’m betting in the next two hours, Pretty Boy,” Billy replies.

A wicked smirk creeps onto Steve’s lips as he shrugs and says, “Oops. What was that about getting an agent to help with this stuff?”

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Aside from this taking FOREVER, I hope you guys enjoy this! It was tons of fun to write.

tag team: @lostnoise @gideongrace @stevefuckingharrington @a-magey @catharrington @trashycatarcade @myboyfriendsteve @thesummerof84 @lightsupinthenorth @smashmouth-hargrove (lmk if you would like to be added/removed from the list!)

#tay writes #AGAIN FINALLY #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #youtuber au #anon asks #tons of fun to write!!!

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starsmuserainbow · 3 years

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Hmm, okay uh, I have no idea what I’m doing here but I feel like everyone needs positivity and so here’s a post where I’ll try to give just that.

First off, happy holidays and a good end of the year to everyone who reads this, I am glad that you’re here watching my blog and perhaps even interacting with me! Thank you for everything, whether that is a simple follow or an occasional (perhaps anon) ask, or actual interactions!

Next, I want to say that everyone that I’m seeing on my dash is absolutely amazing and I admire so many of you and am happy whenever I see you around! I am most likely very happy to have you around, especially if we’re mutuals and interacting with one another. I would probably love to talk with each of you more, but I’m just really bad at smalltalk or anything like that so with most people, I simply default to only messaging them (= you) when there’s something as a reason to do so. Sorry for that!

This goes out to everyone reading this: You’re awesome, I’m honored to have you here and interested in my blog, and I hope that your days or weeks or months will be great because you surely deserve it!

And then, I’ll now follow with a kind-of list mentioning a few people that I want to say more to. Which might sound repetitive because I suck at words in these regards, but yeah. Under a cut for length.

If you see this post and weren’t tagged, please don’t be sad or think I don’t value you being around! I can’t tag everyone, and I don’t have the best mind for things like coming up with someone that I forgot in the moments of writing this.

To not start off with the same names all the time, I wrote down the URLs I wanted to include and randomized the order. So don’t think anything by if you’re first or 5th or last on this list! And once more, I’m bad at words, so I’m sorry if this isn’t sounding too great or like it’s similar for each one.

I told myself to not include anyone that isn’t active-ish at the moment, but I made some exceptions to that because I felt that said person needed to be on my list.

@rogueprinceconsort ~ (I read the post you did recently more or less saying you’re leaving, but I wrote this before that post and it would have felt wrong to erase it from here only because of you leaving!) I enjoy our interactions a lot! They feel like they actually develop a story, which I can’t say for ALL my interactions but definitely for each one that we have going! Which is really cool! You’re one of the only few people where I have the chance to play around with different verses too (well, or at least one different verse, since our other two ongoing interactions are in the mainverses of my muses, but still), and you’re one of the few giving one of my OC-sideblogs a chance as well, and, just, I really am so thankful for it and happy to have you as a mutual!

@untouchable-lightning ~ You aren’t here at the moment, so let me just start this by saying that I hope that things will get better for you again soon! It’s a lot of fun to interact with you and I think you’re a good writer and I’m very happy for our interactions! They are always fun! I did not often yet get the chance to do this other RP-style that I do (the ‘choose-your-option’ one) and you are one of those that allowed me to play through it, and you also interact/ed with my sideblogs too, so a big thank you for that! Our threads also often last nicely long, which is absolutely amazing since it’s a big rarity these days, too. You’re great, and I’m happy that we’re mutuals and interaction-partners!

@miasmarp ~ We’re more or less only starting out interacting and talking and anything basically, but I felt like I just absolutely had to include you because I HAVE A CHANCE TO PLAY ONE OF MY OTHER (non-blog-having, not even an info page or anything outside of one or two ooc posts about them) OCS with you and that’s just like the first time at all (not counting if I do include them as minor appearances in other things, though even there it has only happened one single time so far iirc), and that is just so much fun and just thank you! You’re really cool and I’m happy that we’re mutuals!

@karaoftomorrow (or @yourfavoritesidekick if you’d prefer I tag your main) ~ It’s so wonderful to write with you! It feels like we’re developing stuff in our things really well, and I really like to read what appears from you on my dash! Talking with you is very nice too, and I’m always really happy whenever I see you in my notifications or IMs or wherever! I’m very glad to have you as mutual and am really happy about any and all of our interactions!

@skymade / @siriseen or maybe I should tag one of your other blogs instead but those are the first two I usually think of and I don’t wanna tag more than two blogs for one person xD ~ Sooooooooo awesome! You have so many characters, which all are wonderful as far as I can tell, and I love our interactions so much! I’m always really looking forward to the next reply I get from one of our things, and talking to you is always a delight and I’m so so happy that we somehow found each other! Or well, I guess you found me because if I remember right you followed me first, but yes! Thank you for writing with pretty much all of my characters, you’re very cool, I absolutely love the connections our muses get (especially those where they know one another at a younger time and then ‘now’ meet again too - how cool is that?) and it’s always a joy to see you on my dash!

@azarathian ~ We haven’t really done or spoken that much together yet (or at least I assume we didn’t? There was your old blog but I don’t think we really spoke there, much less did threads or the likes? Sorry if I’m wrong though xD), but I’m so very glad we started! I admire your writing and the thoughts you put into Raven and I think you’re great! Our threads are incredibly entertaining and it’s so awesome to put more story into the situations of or between the episodes of the cartoon, and yes, I’m just very very thankful that we got together somehow and I’m excited for how our threads - and potential future ones - will develop!

@nvertoolate or if I should tag your currently more active sideblog @bloomingtalent ~ It is so absolutely amazing that one of my first mutuals, friends, or however I should call it, still is active on here as well! With most people on here, it’s sadly the case that they’re gone again sooner than later, so it’s especially great that we are still both here! I think I’ve said multiple times before that I don’t think I would even have stayed on tumblr if you hadn’t been around and interacting with me so I won’t go into detail about that yet again, but, yes, I absolutely love our interactions when we do them, and while I don’t know much about Naruto so we don’t really interact that much on your sideblog, I’m still so very happy to have you around and as my mutual! I’m so thankful for you and that we got to interact - and still do! Thank you!

@sewn-cutie ~ Our interactions are always so wonderfully adorable and cute! I love the connection between Starfire and Clementine, and it’s a lot of fun to write any of our things! I’m very happy when I hear from you in an OOC-y way too, like when you reply to one of my posts or in the IMs or whereever! I’m absolutely convinced that you are a great person, and I am delighted that we are mutuals and can interact so nicely!

@legaxies ~ I wasn’t sure if maybe I shouldn’t include you since from how much I can tell it seems you are at the moment more focused onto that theme-sideblog you have and I told myself to not include those that aren’t really active at the moment - but I felt like I had to! I wanted to say that I’m really happy for the things we started, and that I have a lot of fun talking to you when we do! I’m very much enjoying the potential relationships we have started on, and I look forward to hopefully continuing them in some way eventually! (This of course is not meant as pushing you to work on replies or whatever, please don’t understand me wrong here; I just mean this in a way of, if we do get to continue it - if not that’s totally fine too!) You’re doing great with any of your characters (as much as I can judge with not that much knowledge), and I’m happy that we’re mutuals! It’s a joy to interact with you, so, thank you!

@featherchan ~ You’re interacting with me, or did in the past, on pretty much all my muses (I think not on Starlight? But outside of that on all I think), and that means a lot to me! We have some really cool plots going, and you joined in on that event-au-thing I did all that time back too, so that’s very great, and I wanted to say thanks! Our interactions are always fun and I’m happy to write with and talk to you!

@thedoctornumber11 ~ Throughout my time being here, you’re pretty much the only one of the world of Doctor Who that I got interactions going with (I think there was someone on Wildfire once too, but not for very long iirc), and I really enjoy that! I wanted to include you here too because I wanted to say that I’m very very grateful for the nice words or explanations you sometimes throw onto my posts, and for the things you send in to me, and yes just for all of it! Thank you!

@flashgotthis ~ I love our things so much! All the interactions that we did so far were really really really cool, still are, and they often last really long too, and it’s just absolutely wonderful! You’re also one of those that aren’t only talented writers, but also really great artists, and I admire that skill so much! I’m delighted that we are mutuals and interaction-partners, and I look forward to what’s still to come! You’re amazing!

@graceful-cure-swan / @rosecoloredmuses (mostly tagging your sideblog as well to give it, like, some sort of indirect promoing here) ~ You are great! I feel so bad for all the many things you sent me whereas I barely ever send you (or anyone else, for that matter) anything at all, but, I’m also really grateful that you do it, so - thank you! I’m enjoying our interactions very much, I think that both Tsubasa and your other characters are done really well (even if I don’t know that much about each of them or can compare them to their canon versions much), and you’re a lot of fun to interact with! You also give my sideblogs and OCs a chance too, which means very much to me too, so yeah, I’m very grateful to have you as my mutual!

@eterniita ~ We’ve been interacting throughout a few of your blogs already, and I enjoy our interactions! I think you put a lot of love and thought into your characters, and they are great, and our threads are a lot of fun! I haven’t yet checked out your remade blog of your canons again, but I intend to and most likely follow you there again, too! I hope we will still get to more wonderful interactions!

@merveiilles ~ I’m so happy that we’re interacting! I love our threads a lot and I’m enjoying every reply that I get or write! You have a lot of characters and it’s really impressive that you do them (as far as I can tell/know them) so well! Your art, that you occasionally post, is also really really amazing and it’s very wonderful that you are so talented! I am very thankful for the nice words that you put onto my posts every now and then, and I am delighted by the threads and connections we are having between our muses!

@symbioteburnout ~ I don’t feel like I can say very much here (yet), but I wanted to include you too! I enjoy the things that we got going so far, and going from what I see from you about her I think Andi is a interesting character! It’s always wonderful to me, when people put the effort into characters who might not get as much time to shine in canon as others. Thanks for replying to my opens every now and then, and just in general for being my mutual and interacting with me!

@titansandothersrp / @robynrpmain (Now I’m getting frustrated at tumblr again for not letting me tag your main) ~ You are really cool! You’re a great artist, I love to see your work, and our threads are very entertaining! I feel like you’re doing very well in giving the characters you play as more story, more... I don’t know the right word here. Just, that you make them ‘more’, and that’s a really awesome thing. And yeah, like said, you also do art which I think looks really good, and I just absolutely admire people who can do art so well. Thanks for being mutuals and interacting with me!

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So, and as a nice little bit of words at the end, I guess~ I’m very honored by anyone of you who’s actually interested in me and my writing, I’m thankful and glad to have you around, and I’m looking forward to more amazing things to come in the future with all of you!

#✫ Out of Clurblopf ✫ | OOC #if I'd have had more time to spend on this I'd have searched for some comic-ish background of a christmas-room #(or taken a screenshot from inside the tower and made my own with pics of tree and gifts and whatever)#to have there behind star; but yeah I didn't #I'm very much not content with some of the things I said here - aka I feel like I should have said more - but I'm #not good with words and so this is probably already more than I can usuall say/write to it so uh; yeah #also in case anyone's worried or curious or whatever; no that tiny star is not fanart #it's a sprite from the game 'calling all titans'; so it's from an official thing #I scheduled this to be posted at a time when I'm surely not here; that way I don't need to feel quite as nervous or whatever about it #I still do just as I actually click on scheduling; but; at least not quite as much as when it's out #so yeah; happy whatever you wish to celebrate; and let's all make the next year a wonderful one!#I might reblog this post a few times throughout the next days? maybe on my sideblogs too? I'm not really sure yet #thank you all and I'm grateful to have you interested in my blog and my things and all that

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imagine-loki · 4 years

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Hiding in Plain Sight

TITLE: Hiding in Plain Sight CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 6 AUTHOR: wolfpawn ORIGINAL IMAGINE:

Imagine coming from a line of nobility or royalty and being in an arranged marriage with Loki in an attempt to strengthen your kingdom / alliance with Asgard. You’re not entirely on board with the idea but figured that the best you could do was to get to know your fiancé.

You form an agreement with Frigga for you to pose as Loki’s personal servant for a few months so you can get to know who Loki really is – beyond the veil of his responsibility to the Asgardian throne, behind all the masks he wears when facing the public, to really know who Loki is behind closed doors as you slowly fall for each other.

How long will you keep up the ruse with the God of Lies?

RATING: General Audience

Raven worked diligently in Loki’s rooms. More than once, she had accidentally done something wrong but Loki was rarely there through the day so she was able to fix her mistake before he was there to realise there was something amiss. When he was there, he tended to be quiet and disinterested in anything bar what he was doing at that time. It told her a lot about his personality. He was a recluse by nature. She spoke a few times with some of the other maids through the day and learnt a little more about her intended. Thor, as she had recalled from the last time they had seen one another those many years before, was still incredible social and outgoing, Loki, who even then was introverted, was more so now. When she tried to press more about his behaviour, she was always getting the same answer, very little. He kept to himself and only joined Thor and his friends when it was required to do so.

Twice, he asked about his intended and Light Elf customs but he seemed mostly disinterested in the entire situation. What she did find irksome was her interest in him growing as a result of their time in close proximity. She noticed a lot of what they liked was somewhat similar. They liked books of the same genre, even the art he had in his rooms were akin to that she liked. It irked her, not because she did not wish that they were similar but because it meant that had he been less of a twit, they would have been well suited which was more annoying.

She also found it bothersome that he was so good looking. She had seen good looking elves all her life but Loki had an elegance even most Light Elves did not possess. It was highly distracting. It almost caused issues when Loki was changing for a bath and she did not know so and walked into the bathroom thinking he had not yet returned to his rooms only to see him in just his tight leather pants which caused her mind to stagger for a moment and for her to stare open-mouthed. Loki turned just as she shut her mouth again though her red face may have given her thoughts on the matter away. For his part, Loki stated nothing on the matter and merely told her that he required a towel.

It did not take Raven long to see just why she never seemed to see Loki come in and out of his rooms. His seidr, she realised, was far stronger than she had ever seen in Alfheim, the home of the ancient art. He simply teleported in and out as he chose. She was relieved that she never did any snooping while she was there, there was more than one occasion that she only knew of Loki’s return when he stood beside her or when he called her name. She did not wish to invade his privacy so she never had any intention to do so but it was clear that such would not be wise. Raven hoped that if they had nothing else to work with, they would have the respect not to invade one another’s privacy. The manner in which Loki spoke to her told her that Loki was genuine when he asked questions and not prying invasively.

“Branna?”

Raven rushed from the desk she was cleaning that was covered in papers that Loki was clearly writing, the official crest on the top, the one thing she did notice, telling her that they were official in manner and to do with the House of Odin and the titles Loki held as his son and made her way to the bed-chamber, which had been empty when she made the bed only twenty minutes before and the door to the room had not been opened at any stage. “Good afternoon, You Highness, how can I assist you?” In truth, Loki rarely came back to his rooms at the current time, telling her that something was different, the manner in which he spoke told her that he was bothered by something. “Is everything alright?” “Lord Arton of Alfheim, do you know that name?” Loki demanded.

Raven’s brows furrowed. “I do, Your Highness?” Arton was a Lord of the Alfheim court.” “What is the relationship between him and Princess Raven?” Loki’s nostrils flared as he spoke.

The look on Loki’s face was comical, she could not help but laugh to herself. “Before the announcement of your betrothal to her Highness, they were sweethearts and he voiced his intentions to marry her to her in private but not in court. After that, he took a post away from the city to not see her before her marriage to stop there being any controversy or indeed perhaps to fall out of love with her.” She was entirely honest in her words, she and Arton were such. She loved him dearly but the day it was announced to the court that she was promised to Loki, he merely said his farewells by letter and left the city. It broke her heart but she accepted her lot. Being the daughter of a king, she knew her role in her family. It made sense to her that such would happen, her feeling of being an imposter in her own family decreased when she was told of her future, it made sense. It hurt but it made sense all the same. “May I ask why you would ask such?”

“So they are not still involved?” “No, Your Highness, Lord Arton left the city and cut all contact from what I am aware.” It was entirely true. Raven had no idea if Arton had tried to reach her once more since his leaving.

“Pity, it could have caused enough of a ruckus to stop this marriage,” Loki growled. “So she is not a maiden?” “She is as much one as you are.” Raven snarked in return.

Loki eyed her, shocked at her statement. “What if I said I was not experienced in that manner?” Raven shrugged. “Hardly startling that the God of Lies would live up to his name, I would think. Would you like me to get anything from the kitchens for you, Your Highness?” Loki shook his head, stunned by her words into silence. “Very well, I will go and take a small break so.” She turned and walked away from him, smirking to herself at being able to silence him, something even the Allmother stated was not possible.

* Sitting in the staffroom of the royal family’s servants, Raven sat with a drink in her hand, proud of her achievement for the day, though interested in Loki’s words. She knew he was not still a virgin, not because she had physically seen him with anyone but because of her source of information, Thor.

Since Thor realised who she really was and she explained what she was doing posing as a maid, on two occasions, the pair spoke in private with regards to Loki mostly, though Thor had a few questions on Alfheim also which she gave her answers to as they were with regards to their future interactions in a positive manner. He was startled to see that for the most part, she was not overly informed on different realm matters but he also understood that with different cultures to the role of princesses, she was bound by Alfheim social norms. He told her all he could on what he knew of Loki’s past excursions. He had not been overly forthcoming with his exploits but as Thor had burst into his rooms once to see him with a young noblewoman, he knew that at the very least, Loki was not a virgin, something Raven was able to get out of him. When he asked her why she was so interested in such, he found himself erupting in laughter when she explained that she simply wished to know if he actually had any experience for fear she’d need to bestow a book on him as to not be left wanting otherwise.

“Branna?” Raven looked at the servant in front of her, wondering when she ever introduced herself to him to say he knew her name. “You are Branna, aren’t you?” Raven gave a small polite smile. “I am.” “Her Majesty, the Allmother is requesting you join her for a few moments.” “Of course, where will I find her?” In truth, Raven was not particularly in the mood to speak with the Allmother, she was enjoying her own company, something she was all too used to.

“Their Majesties’ quarters.” The servant informed her. “You will require this to enter.” He extended his hand and in it, there was a small broach in his hand.

Taking it from him, she attached it to her sash, knowing it permitted her access to the Allfather and Allmother’s quarters. With a slight nod, Raven rose to her feet and went about going to meet the Allmother, wondering what was the reason for her calling on her.

The Einherjar that stood guard outside the rooms of the Aesir King and Queen took no interest in the Elven maid that walked by. The broach she donned could not be falsified. Were it to be fraudulent, it would quickly be made clear as she would be painfully incapacitated. Gently, she knocked on the door for one of the staff inside to answer the servant who had been sent to find her informing her that he had to go on another errand after finding her for the Allmother. For a moment, no one answered, but then the door seemed to open yet no one was behind it. Raven looked around baffled to see that indeed, there was no one at the door.

“Over here.” She turned to see Frigga standing in the far side of the room, facing towards a balcony. “I just need to speak with you a few moments.” “Is everything alright, Allmother?” “I see my older son’s memory is not as bad as some think it to be.” She smiled as she spoke. “So many dismiss Thor as some bumbling idiot with nothing but good looks and muscles but there is a brain in there too.” “He remembered me, yes. Or should I say, he remembered me as a youth where apparently he noted my features had not yet grown to proportion.” Raven half laughed as she did recall herself as a youth and indeed she did need to grow into herself. “He will be accused of being stupid more than once without others seeing just how sly he is, I think.” She recalled how the maid, Hannah, told her how Thor noted her pain in her shoes. “He notices more than you would think.” “Loki is not the only sly son I have, Thor usually just uses his slyness to defeat others in fights.”

Raven nodded slightly before looking around worriedly.

“You have nothing to fear. All of my maids and the servants have all found themselves with duties that require them all to be out of the room right now and my husband is currently speaking with General Tyr apparently about some old deal with Vanaheim but were they to be honest, they are simply gossiping like two old women.”

Raven bit her lips together at Frigga’s words, trying not to laugh at how she spoke of her husband. “Is there a reason you called me here in such a manner, Allmother? Please, do not think me to be rude. I do like speaking with you, only I have something of a feeling that something is afoot?”

“I will have to announce to Loki today that he is to be wed in a month.”

“A month! So soon?” Raven had thought that the normal tradition of three months of celebrations from introduction to marriage would be upheld.

“Outside factors require it to be so soon. You will have to be formally introduced to Loki in the near future. I thought it only fair to inform you before Loki is told so that when he returns to his rooms, his reaction would not startle you.”

“I…” Raven stopped and inhaled deeply. “Thank you, Allmother.” She bowed slightly. “When am I required to return home to collect my belongings?”

Frigga frowned slightly at her. “You are home now.” Her words were said with kindness but it did not feel like such to Raven. “You can, of course, return to Alfheim if you require to but your mother offered to have your belongings brought so you do not have to worry about returning. I know the Bifrost can be uncomfortable.”

“No, I am sure my mother will organise everything. I had most of it ready before I left, anyway.”

“Yet, you seem somewhat uncertain?”

“I just did not expect it to be so sudden.” That was nothing but the truth, Raven was caught unawares by it.

“I gather that you are still undecided as to my son’s personality?”

“With all due respect, Allmother. The time I have been here is not enough to assess the true nature of any being, much less one as complex as Loki.”

“You saying that alone shows you have made some assessment on him.”

Raven did not know what to say. She knew there was a high probability of the Aesir monarch asking what she had come to think of her son. She did not want to lie but her assessment thus far was not great either. “I am still learning his mannerisms. He is very quiet and introverted, it is hard to fully see his demeanour in its entirety. He is careful of his actions around others. I sense him checking to see if he is alone and when he sees me there, he seems to contain himself or hide himself in some manners. It is most peculiar and slightly uncomfortable.”

“Loki is a sensitive soul, he does not like to show vulnerability to anyone, even me,” Frigga explained.

Raven had nothing more to say. She considered how to politely remove herself from the room without insulting Frigga when a large bell tolled across the city.

“I guess that is my indication to tell him what is to come.” Frigga straightened her attire. “I am sorry you need to be told in this manner.”

“Thank you for taking the time to tell me, Allmother.” Raven bowed slightly. “Shall I get him for you? He should be back from his usual afternoon activities.”

“Please.” Frigga smiled politely, noting her wish to remove herself from the room.

Raven rushed through the halls, oblivious to her surrounds. Upon her return to Loki’s rooms, she was startled to see that he was not there. “Your Highness?”

“What were you doing in my parent’s rooms alone with my mother?” Loki appeared out of nowhere beside her, looking at her curiously.

“Alone?” “All of her maids and my father’s servants have mysteriously found themselves required elsewhere, and you were alone with her, why was that?” He repeated, his tone more clipped.

Raven contemplated her options on what to tell him for a moment. “The Allmother sent one of the Allfather’s servants to retrieve me to discuss a particular matter. I did notice that their chambers seemed void of staff considering the time of day but as it is not my concern, I did not voice any opinions I had on the matter.” There were no lies in her word and she could see Loki searching for such.

“What was the matter that you discussed?” Loki could not find any inclination that she gave him anything other than the truth.

“How to assist you in a manner forthcoming. I was also asked to tell you that she wants to speak with you.”

“What is it?” “That is for her to discuss with you. I was told to say nothing of the matters discussed.”

Loki placed his hand on her arm, trying to pull her back towards him. It was a natural reaction, but Raven twisted her arm around in a manner that broke the grip before gripping his hand and pulling it into a lock. Loki, due to not expecting her to react in such a manner, was caught off-guard. When Raven realised what she did, she let go immediately and stood back awaiting admonishment. “I am so sorry.”

“How do you know how to do that?” Loki was more intrigued than angry by her actions.

“I have brothers, it is basic self-defence.” It was true, being teased by her brothers meant she learnt how to defend herself.

“What you did to me is a criminal offence, you could be charged for that, you are aware?” Loki smirked.

“In a legal setting, the argument is valid to say that you touched me first and I acted in self-defence.” “But I am a prince. I will not say anything, if you tell me what I am heading towards now.” Raven eyed him cautiously, knowing full well the reason for his smirk. It made her want to slap him but knew she could not do so physically. Knowing that what she would say would affect him in some manner, she felt herself almost happy to ruin his day while also reminding herself of an ugly truth as she spoke. “She is going to inform you that a date is set for your marrying Princess Raven. It is in a month’s time.” Loki stood back, startled at what she was saying.

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Warning, pretty dark content for this one! There may be themes like mentions of depression, death, abuse (physical and other kinds), and other things that might make some viewers uncomfortable, if so, move on for this post! Things mentioned may not be for the fate of heart. I also want to make it a point that i do not condone any behaviors mentioned in this story. This whole storyline for this is pretty dark so keep that in mind.

Anais watched on with soul sapped eyes from atop her ivory throne at she watched her 2 year old daughter bounce about the room, playing with her imaginary friends no doubt. Any other mother would probably be ecstatic at the prospect of playing around with their toddler daughter, establishing a strong bond between mother and child. Not just leave them alone most of the time to their own devices.

But then again, Anais hadn’t had the strength to do much of anything. Physically or mentally. Life just seemed so dull, so grey. What would be the point of doing.. anything? She barely had the headspace to take care of herself, let alone a small child. A child she never wanted to begin with.

She tried not to resent her daughter, Magenta. She swore that she loved her, she truly did. But she just was a constant reminder of him. Her pale skin, her dark eyes that seemed so innocent yet somehow so dark at the same time. She couldn’t describe it exactly. It was just.. there.

But she knew she couldn’t blame Magenta for the transgressions her father had committed, that would’ve made her just as much a monster as him.

She remembered before him, she was a practitioner in the art of magick. A member of a fairly large community that called themselves “The Whisperers of Fate.” specifically. Some called it a cult, with strict rules that bond its members with the threat of harsh punishment and banishment for disobedience.

Back then, she ignored those rumors. She had learned so much under the Tutorage of her superiors, becoming such a promising student amongst her peers. Sure, they had rules and oaths they were sworn by, but they were to make sure everyone was in check. So that no unwanted people tried entering this community, or no current members turned corrupted.

Sure some of them were a bit more questionable. But they were understandable if they were actually apart of the community. The vows of eternal chastity were make sure that they were truly dedicated to their studies and to their craft. Earthly pleasures were mere distractions. The vows of having no partners that aren’t strictly platonic, The vows of never leaving the land one was born to make sure that their ways wouldn’t be taken and twisted into something that would disgrace the group.

In retrospect, perhaps the rumors weren’t as bias and baseless as what she had been led to believe.

When the fall and the subsequent massacre of the reapers happened, the world was put into chaos. Reapers, entities who were responsible making sure people died when it was there time and were brought to the afterlife, were supposed to be immortal and moral beings. They did not hold grudges, they didn’t hold any qualms. They only did what their duty called them to do. Whatever happened amongst their ranks, it was unknown to the rest of the realms until the aftermath was felt across everywhere.

Nobody knew exactly what happened that caused it, but suddenly every reaper was dead, gone, some may even argue that they had been erased completely from being. All that they knew is that one of them toppled them all. An reaper only known as “Death.”. It took an even shorter period of time for him to take over the realms under his tyrannical rule. Amongst the chaos of the new world order, The Whisperers of Fate were virtually untouched. They simply complied with whatever demands that would make them swear loyalty to their new lord and moved on. No period of anarchy and destruction, no take over, none of the hardships that other places around them faced.

At the time, Anais felt it was proof that the community was, indeed, the correct path to follow. She watched as everyone and everything around her outside of the community was warped and twisted into something it wasn’t. She felt as though she was safe from all outside forces, that she’d just go about her life as if none of this had even happened.

That wasn’t until HE approached her community. She didn’t know to this day why he came to the place. Her best guess was to discuss with the community’s matriarch about political matters and such. Ever since the whole takeover, the community’s influenced spread rather fast across the land, to the point where they essentially controlled the land. Either way, she finally saw HIM, Death for the first time.

It wasn’t a conversation, rather her just stopping by to pick up scriptures and runes by her superior’s orders. Death was in the form he normally took. A skeletal like creature in dark ropes decorated in jewelry and an ominous Scythe by his side. She couldn’t help but notice how he stared at her for a spilt moment. Purple dots just gleaming into her, it sent chills down her spine. Then he went on about his business. Anais thought it would be the last she’d see of him.

Oh how she wished that was the case.

Death’s stay at the community was longer than what she knew it was, and in that time, her daily life would start to.. shift. It started with the occasional feeling of being watched. It was ignorable at first, as that was an usual feeling for anyone in the presence of Death and his entourage. But it started turning more persistent as the weeks moved on. To the point where it seemed to follow her no matter where she went or what time of day it was. Even in her room with the curtains drawn and the door locked she still felt something was watching over her.

Then the interactions happened. At first it was through anonymous letters. They were rather vague at times but were generally harmless. Quizzing her on her knowledge and such. Something in her told her she shouldn’t be doing this but she blew it off. She was starting to become a rather well known for her exceptionally dutiful role in the community and how gifted and talented she was proving to be In her crafts at her age, even starting to outshine her peers in the young adult ranks. This was probably just another test amongst many to her to prove herself.

Then she began seeing him face to face. His appearance was intimidating to say the least. She would always just try and meekly answer what is was he had to say in order to just get out of there. But overtime, the conversations began getting.. odd. He spoke of wanting to bring her along with him with his entourage across the lands. He said it would be a great opportunity for her community to gain recognition across the world.

But the way he spoke. The way he looked at her. She had a feeling that it was more than just wanting to do a good deed for her community. No, it was something much more selfish.. more sinister. She reminded him of the oath that forbad her from doing such a thing, from leaving her homeland. He relented. For the moment at least.

From that point, Anais did everything and anything to make sure she stayed away from him. Studying extra hours, helping her superiors out with more chores, taking care of the elders and the younger members of the community. Anything to make sure she wasn’t in the general area that he’d come to.

But that still didn’t work. It would seem that he’d just so coincidentally manage to bump into her no matter where she went. She’d try to make the conversations short but he’d always made sure that they lasted longer than what she was comfortable with. He was still trying to convince her to come with him, that surely her matriarch would make this one exception. She’d always turn it down. Eventually it came to a point where it was apparent it was less about the Whisperers of Fate itself and more about HER in particular.

Then when she was finally able to get away, able to excuse herself from her, she’d always find gifts left at her chambers. No matter how she tried turning them down, they just kept appearing. It was only until Death began making passive aggressive comments about it on passing that hinted towards the gifts was that she felt forced to reluctantly accept them.

It finally came to a head at the final week that Death would be there before he would head off. She had finally been approved to summon in her Familiar, a high honor that was usually reserved for the older adults. She ended summoning in a raven. It’s feathers were it’s usual black with it’s undertone being shades of dark purple and blue that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. It’s eyes were a ocean blue, separating itself from its normal, less mystical brethren.

The raven followed her everywhere she went, usually from afar on a branch or from a window seal or sometimes simply flying above her or sitting on her shoulder. It almost never left her side. It didn’t help that it would chirp whenever it sensed Death around. It made avoiding him all the more easier. After all of that, it should’ve been easier to avoid what came next.

It was a dark night, she had been walking through the corridors of library she often visited. It was empty besides from her. So when the raven began chirping, she was led on alert. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Why was he here? She didn’t know where to go or where to hide, there weren’t any true hiding spaces.

That’s when the raven began leading her towards a statue the far end of the library, sensing her distress. She followed where the bird to where it flew above. The creature then began peaking at a certain area behind the statue. Confused, Anais didn’t know what it meant. The statue itself was too small to effectively hide behind. Even if she could, it was in the middle of the library. He’d only have to change his direction of moving to be able to see her from behind there.

Then she realized the place the raven was peaking at was looser than the other stone. She pressed on the loose piece of stone and below her, a staircase to a room below the floor was revealed. It didn’t surprise her too much, the library was known for having hidden rooms, but most of those were very well known and banned off or not in this section of the library. She quickly descended down the stairs when the raven nudged her, seemingly warning her to hurry before Death came.

The room was pitch dark, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust. Even then, it was still very difficult to see, especially when she got to the end of the room. Unlit candles surrounded them, which would’ve been useful had she brought a match. Hey, at least her raven’s bright purple eyes shine through-

Wait. Purple eyes?

Anais’s heart leapt from her chest as she stared at the raven that sat there on the ground next to her. It cawed at her before it began growing in height, it’s body began misshaping and manipulating itself to finally form a human like shape. Anais watched in horror as Death finally let up his disguise and appeared before her. The form he decided to take on was that of a young man, perhaps to try and convince her more easily? Whatever the reason, it didn’t work.

Death loomed Over her as he spoke. He declared his love for her. He spoke of how he was just so enamored by her, how he had decided that she had to be his. It was such a shame he had to go to these lengths but she simply kept fighting what was going to inevitably happen. He confessed that he had been interested in a queen before meeting her, that he had a few other candidates in mind before meeting her. But now that he had made up his mind, he declared that it had to be her. He would accept no other woman, he would accept no other answer than her giving herself over to him.

Anais begged for him to just let her leave, she once again reminded him of the several paths that wouldn’t allow her to do that. But this time, he didn’t relent. He wouldn’t let her escape. He seized her, ignoring her begs for him to just let her go and her cries for someone to help her. He knew that nobody would hear or disturb them in this hidden place. This time, she wouldn’t be able to run..

After that night, the moment she got back to her chambers, Anais shut herself in her room, locking it and curling up in her bed, shaking, and white with fear of what had just happened. She knew then, that she was doomed. She had broken.. no, he made her break her vows. She didn’t want to, but it still happened. She tried so desperately from not letting it happen, but it did. Anais broke down into tears. She couldn’t let anyone know. She just couldn’t. She broke one of the most sacred vows, there was no way there wouldn’t be any punishment for it. She took a moment to breathe. She decided that the best course of action was to just keep quiet about it. Make sure nobody knows about what happened. Make herself as scarce as possible and make sure Death couldn’t find her before he’d have to go. It was the best thing she could think of for the moment. Probably not the best plan, but it had to be better than nothing.

Though she didn’t even get the chance TO stick to a plan. Not even an hour afterwards, she found herself being dragged down to the public square by her superiors, all the while spitting venom at her, swearing at her for breaking her vows. She tried to explain what happened, that she didn’t want to do disobey the community, just to please, please spare her.

They either didn’t believe her or simply didn’t care as they threw her in the middle of the community’s public square, tying her to a pole. She never thought she’d ever been in this scenario. This was usually something she’d very occasionally heard about. A member doing something so horrid that just couldn’t be forgiven that they had to be punished in the worse way possible. It seemed almost unanimous that she would was guilty of the transgressions she had supposedly committed. Her superiors told her it was from an unquestionable source that informed her of how she seduced one of Death’s entourage members into her bed. How she had been doing so for almost the entirety of their stay here.

Anais tried to speak out, but her voice was drowned out from the crowd’s cries of disgust and anger. More venom was spat at her. Anais almost thought this was a mere nightmare, something she’d wake up from, with the reassurance that none of this ever happened. It felt surreal that the faces that look upon her with kindness, pride, admiration, gentleness a day before, now looked upon her like she was the worse sinner that had ever lived. In their eyes, she probably was.

Then, her former superiors announced to the crowd what her punishment exactly was going to be. Anais could only weep as she realized what her fate would be, words failing to be comprehensive at this point.

For days, she was beaten, for days she was starved and denied water. It became a daily spectacle, watching her be whipped 20 times a day, before being kicked around and given as much punishment as an individual would like to dish out, anything, as long as it didn’t kill her. They would use just enough magick on her to ensure that. They broke and twisted her hands beyond repair to ensure she couldn’t use any of the spells or incantations she’d learned. A poison elixir was forced down her throat that muted her from ever being able to utter a single word of any type of magick ever again. Her familiar was stoned to death in front of her eyes, with her bound and helplessly trying to struggle in her restraints to try and save her trusted companion. When the familiar died, it felt like a piece of herself died along with it. It just felt like the world just stopped for a moment. Maybe that was for the best, because she couldn’t remember the rest of the beatings and ridicule for the day.

But the worse was to come on the final day of her torment. This time, they didn’t just beat her and let it be done with, they began flaying her. Specifically a tattoo located on her lower back. It was a rite of passage in the community, something that one gains when they enter into the community as a new blooded magick user. It was a practitioners pride, particularly for Anais. And now it was stripped from her.

Afterwards, she finally was let down from her bindings and walked through town square with accompanied by two of what used to be her friends and peers. She had to endure one last round of harsh curses and swearing, of various rotten things thrown at her and insults hurled her way as they finally exited the community. Then they walked, and they walked, and they walked. Anais still tried to protest her innocence to the two people she had known since childhood. They didn’t even meet her glance besides from a disgusted glare or say anything back to her. She was already dead to them.

They eventually stopped in the middle of seemingly nowhere in this desolate wasteland, many miles from the community. By this point, the sun began to set as night came. They promptly left her there. She didn’t have the strength to call out to them as she collapsed on the ground, in nothing but the rags that barely covered her body and covered In her own blood.

She didn’t even move from the spot she was laying in, she didn’t even feel the need to. Her entire life had just crumbled into Dust in front of her. Everything she had ever held value in, anything that she ever had meaning in, no longer had any significance to her in this state. She could’ve been eaten alive by whatever critters and creatures that roamed the wastelands and she wouldn’t have stopped them. What did she even have to fight on for?

That was when she felt a presence looming over her. She didn’t even have to look up to know who was looming over her beaten and broken body. She had honestly wished that Death had just come to just get it over with and just end it all already, to just make her horrid existence forfeit. But the rational side of her knew that he wouldn’t give her such a luxury, no he didn’t come here to end her pain.

Death didn’t say a word, he crouched down to her level, a skeletal hand caressing her swollen and badly bruised face. Any earlier on in her life she would’ve screamed and tried to get away, but she just stared up at him, eyes reddened from crying, at least, the one eye she could open as the other one was swollen shut. She was just so done with fighting, she just couldn’t muster up the energy to do it anymore.

Death just carried her in his arms as they both disappeared into the wind, back to his domain, back to his castle where Anais found herself somehow the queen and yet the prisoner of the palace.

All of which brings her back to the present day. Besides from scarring, the damage sustained to her hands was permanent, muscle tremors and overall weakness didn’t allow her to do much with them anymore. It was difficult for her to hold a pen, let alone do something as delicate as writing incantations or other things that would require a steady hand. It didn’t matter anyways. It wasn’t like she could do anything with the constant supervision of the guards constantly posted around her, as well as the serpent like dragon kept around her like a guard dog.

She felt like a precious gem, guarded and protected fiercely but never meant to have any agency of her own. It was an hellish existence, never having time to herself without the overbearing of either her ‘Husband’ Death or the all seeing eyes of the guards meant to keep her safe, to do everything and anything for her, except give her any amount of freedom, of course.

She coughed a bit, resisting the urge to vomit. Maybe they were doing more harm than good. Did they really think leaving a normal human in their corrupting presence for long extended periods of time wouldn’t have any consequences? This sickness she has caught wasn’t getting any better, though she was sure Death remained willfully blind to that fact, for that would call into question if he was truly meant to have her all so completely. It didn’t matter, nothing really did anymore.

She glanced over to Magenta, who was now toying with the dragon assigned to guard them. Alright, maybe one thing did matter.

Magenta then waddled over to Anais

“Mother! The snake isn’t being nice.” Magenta said, crawling into Anais’s lap. Anais managed to form whatever she could try to pass as a smile.

“Well, I’ll just have to speak with him about his rudeness later then.” Anais said.

Magenta then snuggled up into her, her face pressed against her swollen stomach.

“When is he coming out, I wanna play with him already!” Magenta whined. Anais took in a shaky breath as she tried to form a smile once again.

“Just be patient for a bit more, it’ll take a few more months. He can’t come out right now, he’s still growing.” Anais explained softly. Magenta grumbled but let it go as she got off Anais, most likely to go harass the dragon again.

Anais sighed. She tried not to think of Death whenever she thought of the little ones, but deep down, she just couldn’t shake it. Though it didn’t really matter much to her anyone. Not much did. If things kept going like how she predicts, if her sickness gets worse, if her son’s birth weakens her even more than she already is, she most likely wouldn’t be alive long enough to truly care.

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