#I am not your strongest servant God

[wolviestars]

NOOOO FUCKING WAYYY

#loki behind the scenes #marvel loki #lokius #loki series #loki season 2 #loki #loki x mobius #mobius #mobius m mobius #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #he looks so cute #I am not your strongest servant God #time husbands #THE TIEEE

[kafkaesque22girlfriend]

The Damned P.1

Toji Zenin x fem! reader

Synopsis: forced to get in with the Zenin clan by your parents as a servant, Toji Zenin seemed to damn you more than himself….

Being a servant in the Zenin household was not for the weak-willed or the weak-minded, it took strong foundations of a strong mind to survive within these endless, lavishly adorned walls of the Zenin Compound. One of the three big clans in Jujutsu Society, blossoming the pure, clean bloodline of the strongest sorcerers in the modern and past Jujutsu eras.

Your parents pushed you into being here, young but not ditsy, focused yet polite. The Zenin really didn't care, they just wanted the free labour, but you did get a roof over your head when the Zenin took you in as a servant. Little did you know that your parents literally sent you off to serve strangers and live with them for God knows how long. Your cursed technique was strong and your parents wanted the Zenin to know that and get in with the family, even if you started as a lowly servant. To infiltrate? To gather information? To be married off? To destroy from the inside…? You didn’t know, nor did you care at this point.

The clan leader, Naobito Zenin, sent you off on your way as if he didn't give a single thought, as if he was washing away the dirt on his hands. You were young and inexperienced and you didn't deserve the reward of the bigger duties so you were sent Toji Zenin's way, the black sheep, the damned one in the Zenin clan. You would be the personal servant of Toji Zenin.

Which leads you here now, standing by the foot of his bed, ready to wake him up like you usually do. Late. It was nearing 11 am and the clan needed to be in the training quarters in about half an hour. You glanced at Toji, seeing the drool escape from his mouth, his hair roughed up, and the sheets that barely covered his naked chest. These were the only times you felt Toji not be intimidating. You opened up the curtains and the windows, letting the fresh air ventilate the room. He grunted when the light hit his eyes at the most perfectly uncomfortable angle.

“Get the hell out.” He groaned angrily as he covered his eyes with his bulky forearm.

“Rise and shine, Master Toji.” You say with a faint warmness, anything to keep this civilised and polite knowing he could lash out quickly. The light seeps through the room and bathes it in the sunlight. He looked peaceful lying there, it's shame you had to wake him. He never looked so peaceful while he was awake, and, sadly, we all know the reason why. Toii grumbled and groaned, lifting his arm from his eyes.

“Can't even fuckin' sleep in this damn house.” He opened his eyes and was met by the sight of the sun hitting against your silhouette. He then looked at your face and rolled his eyes, a sour expression filled his face once more. “And do me a favour, and don't call me 'master' if you don't want your teeth punched in.” Toji fucking hated that, fucking hated it all.

You immediately frown. “It's not like I want to call you that, you are my superior. I work for you, I have to refer to you as that.” You explain to Toji as if he didn't already know it clear as day. “Would you like me to bring in a gong and wake you up like that?” You say, a small smile tugging at your lips at the insane hypothetical.

“I don't give a damn if you have to call me that, just drop it.” He growled against his pillow, glaring at you in the process. Toji then sat up from the bed, resting his head on his right hand as he looked at you blankly. He couldn't help but believe that there was some charm to you in how you were so polite. Your expression had an innocence to it that he had never come across in the cesspit that was the Zenin compound. “If you dare bring a gong in here, I'll break it and then your ribs.”

You knew that he was very much capable of doing that, so you didn't push further. But your mouth ran faster than your brain.

“Well then Toji, if you break my ribs...who will be making you breakfast every morning? Speaking of which, if you want food, I'm making some. So get up.” You say a little more firmly this time, you've never been this challenging towards your superiors, part of you wants to take it back, what if the clan deject you for being disrespectful? You frown slightly and leave the room to head back to the kitchen and finish preparing his breakfast.

The first thing he did when you left the room was let out a groan of frustration. It was always like this, you were being too much of a pushover to him. Always too kind. That was what irritated him the most. Maybe he was projecting. He needed to stop thinking that. Toji got dressed into his montsuki and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and freshen himself up, he hated how every day started the same.

-

Soon, you heard his footsteps walking towards the kitchen, a few seconds later his hulking figure appeared at the doorway, leaning against the frame as he crossed his arms.

“I can make my own breakfast.” He declared in a low and husky voice.

“No, you can't.” You say politely but your words carry some weight to them that resounded throughout the whole room.

Each clan member had a specific section of the compound to themselves, so you had an entire kitchen to yourself to prepare food for Toji. He couldn't make his breakfast even if he tried, servants were solely assigned that duty.

You glance up at him leaning against the doorway, you finish plating up his Teishoku and serve them, you place it on the kitchen island in front of you. “Coffee sir-? I mean Toji..” You say softly, fumbling over your words but correcting yourself.

Your words irked him like nothing else, you were so nice to him. He loathed it. What made you so kind in the face of someone like him? “Quit this 'sir' bullshit.” He was trying to play it cool, his eyebrows slightly raised as he spoke. Internally he was confused by your ongoing kindness, you were like this from day one. He didn't like the fact that he had to work around your kindness.

“I apologize. Bad habit.” You let out a nervous chuckle, trying to ignore the burning green gaze zeroing in on you. Your expression was trying to hide the fact that you were uncomfortable with his presence. Toji was a little more than impressed by how you were handling him like this still. After all, most people would be scared shitless already.

As you hand him his coffee, Toji notices the band-aids on your fingers. The skin looked red and brittle and it made him raise an eyebrow. “What happened to them? And don't say 'nothing' or 'it's nothing.” Toii muttered under his breath, trying to distance himself but still be curious at the same time.

“Oh, I burned myself by accident, the stove was too hot.” You respond a little curtly, turning your back and starting cleaning up and clearing away. It was clear you didn't want to talk about it, the real reason was rather daunting as Naoya Zenin threatened to break your fingers because you didn't do a task correctly.

Toji watched with intent simmering eyes as you turned your back to him. The first thing was that your reasoning behind it was obvious bullshit. You were lying through your teeth but quite frankly he didn't car enough to pry even further. "You're really clumsy, aren't you?”

Your shoulders relax as you sigh out, thankful he wasn't reading into it. “I am...I am. ..quite clumsy.” You breathe out.

You both know damn well you were the opposite but for now, it'll do. You turn around and take his empty tray once he finishes eating, giving him an agreeable smile. “Your training starts soon.”

Toji raised his eyebrow as an unamused look was engrained on his face. Why was his rudeness not affecting you in any way? Maybe you weren't listening to a thing he said, which made him even more annoyed. So he decided to try another approach. He just...didn't like how you...talked to him. “Can you stop being so polite to me? I never understand why servants are like this to their masters. Just do your job and stop acting like this.” He grunted.

You turn around and glared at him, annoyed that he didn't realize that you’re just doing your job. Anything less than perfection and obedience would be punished. But then again...who the hell were you to argue with a Zenin? “If that's...what you prefer.” You shrug your shoulders. You thought maybe he would appreciate some form of kindness considering the way his family actively despised him.

“Good...because there's no reason to be nice to me when I'm anything but.” He warned me you lowly. Toji was expecting you to break and lash out at him. Yet your reaction and expression left him feeling a little off-put. Why? Why weren't you saying anything? Why aren't you letting him walk all over you? He didn't like those thoughts.

Reluctantly, you nod your head, lips thinning into a straight line, and you try to stay as neutral as possible. If this is what he wanted, who the hell were you to argue? After finishing cleaning the kitchen, you make a move to leave the room. As you made your way to leave, Toji couldn't help but notice that your back was as straight as an arrow. Your body looked so proper and elegant, unlike others. Just your simple back in that tight-fitting kimono was enough to make him stare a few moments longer than necessary. That's when he called out to you and spoke with a neutral expression: “Do you always have to be so proper and respectful?”

Yet his voice was...softer.

You stop in your tracks. “I'm just doing my job.” You reply quietly, trying to get him to grasp that you're just doing what you're supposed to do. You walk away and leave him wordless from the kitchen, letting your words linger in his brain a lot longer than he should have.

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pt 2 coming soon, get ready for angst and sexy times in the near future.

#toji fushiguro #jjk toji #toji zenin #toji x reader #toji fushigro x reader #toji angst #toji smut #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu toji #toji fluff

[minhosimthings]

A La Folie ft. Jay

Synopsis: Wounds came and went. All in the circle of life am I right? The greatest warrior among all the kings, Park Jay. For him, seeing blood was like seeing the sky. It was a daily routine which he could not escape. Yes sometimes he had grave injuries, which he wouldn't stop to take care of, with him being a workaholic. But sometimes healers do more than heal physical wounds, and for Jay, you did exactly that.

Pairings: King!Jay × healer!fem!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, no smut (yet hehe), mentions of blood, violence, domestic abuse, mentions of cheating, mistresses (don't read it if you can't handle it), mentions of food, Jay has a REALLY tragic past sorry bout that, reader is an orphan, also this is really dramatic IM SORRY I CANT NOT WRITE DRAMA, open ending oohh

A/N: EYYY MR JAY PARK WOOHOO Ngl I was so excited to write this but the exams and all made this kinda difficult to write so if anyone has been waiting for this I'm sorry for the extremely long wait. Also yes this wil be in three parts yay. @yunabi436 this is for you baby 😽

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

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"And from Aphrodite's rotten lovesick blood did the white flowers turn into a darker shade of red, eternally forming the flower of love."

Aphrodite and the hunter Adonis' tale had been one of boars, blood, lust and love.

For the young king of the iron-kingdom of Vadronia (rightly given its moniker), the only thing he cared about in all of those four things were the boars and the blood.

Jay Park's kingdom wasn't the strongest in all of Paradoxica just in a penny's wish and a flick of a tail feather. It was quote unquote 'molten from iron itself' as all its rulers were.

From all of his brothers, Jay was probably the one who took his duties as a warrior seriously.

Well, a bit too seriously, according to the said brothers.

"Jay would you please stop running so fast?" Sunghoon panted, putting his hands on his knees and breathing heavily as beads of sweat dripped from his hair and skin.

The mud track was always the hardest one to trench upon, and with Jay on your trail? It was hell. Atleast that's what Jake and Sunghoon described it as.

"Are you going to be saying that when you're running from enemy horses?" Jay turned back and glared at Sunghoon, the light autumn breeze giving him peace as it whipped his hair around.

"For God's sake Jay, no one is going to invade us now." Heeseung walked into the scene, with much less sweatier clothes and an arrow clutched in his hand, indicating he had come back from his target practice, "Give the poor guys a break."

"Yes please give us a break I'll go down on my knees." Jake was close to collapsing on the floor, his hand desperately clutching onto the nearby flag pole for support.

"You'd go down on your knees for your best friend." Jay scoffed, throwing his head back to shake the sweat out of his hair follicles, because as glorious as they were, the stray strands still annoyed him, "And you." He turned towards Heeseung, who, even though was much taller than Jay, now looked like a dwarf in front of Jay's broad figure, "How many times do I have to remind you to come for practice?"

"It's not my fault." Heeseung jut out his bottom lip, he always loved acting cute in front of Jay even if he was older, "Little princess back at home has been spying on me. And not gonna lie, I am extremely aroused."

"Why did I even ask?" Jay rolled his eyes and stretched out his arms, the bright burning sun reflecting in his eyes like the moonshine he loved so much, which he drank by the fireplace as he penned down poetry he could show to no one.

"So Jayyyy" Sunghoon dragged his words out, "Felt any sparks lately?"

"Ask that question again and you'll be running twenty laps round this track." Jay promptly replied, cleaning his face with the lavender-smelling towel the nearby servant handed to him. He always loved the lavender scented things, it reminded him of the springs with his mother, oh how she would tease him with tiny flowers in his hair, and the clink of her ruby created dagger in her belt. The dagger lay soulless now, sitting in a secretive place in Jay's room, as he stared at it and remembered that moment again and again. His bastard father, no matter how many times Jay had cursed him, he still couldn't get it out of his mind.

His mother, his compassionate, kind mother, didn't deserve to bleed out from his father's turn of blade.

And no matter how many potions he took, the smell of the blood filled ballroom still lingered in his nose at night, when he would jolt awake in cold sweat, wanting to cling onto his mother, but then he'd remember that he wasn't eight anymore, she was gone.

"Jay you're my brother and I really respect you a lot." Heeseung started, sitting Jay down on the oak bench, while Jake and Sunghoon quietly sneaked out, running for their lives back to their horses, "But you've got to find someone to love in your life, you've got to get over your fear."

"Weren't you the one who was complaining about love to Jake and I a few days ago?" Jay raised a magnificently trimmed brow, to which Heeseung chuckled.

"Yep but then I fell into that rabbit hole and I seem to like it, a bit too much perhaps." Heeseung stared into the distance, instantly losing his dramatic moment as the setting sun hit his pupils.

"Yeah, someday when I'm older maybe." Jay fiddled with his fingers, he never could keep them still, "But for now, I wanted to ask if you'd want to come with me on a hunt tomorrow?"

"A hunt?" Heeseung quizzed, lifting himself with much difficulty off of the bench, bow in hand, "You haven't invited me to a hunt in ages."

"Necessity is the mother of invention." Jay got up as well, scented towel still in hand, "And in this case it's that wild boar our men have been hunting since last month, been terrorizing the border between Tarnow and Vadronia now. I'm surprised you haven't noticed yet."

"Consider me blinded by love." Heeseung threw a flirtatious wink at Jay, who visibly gagged, "I'll be there."

"I'll be waiting."

"No no no, Jay, we, under no circumstances, apply essence of Hibiscus to a water snake's venom." A lady with greying hair sighed, bending over a wooden cup, while a sturdy, black haired man gulped heavily and stared nervously at the herbs in his hand.

Jay was never very successful in his healing classes, and under the strict gaze of his teacher, old Mrs.Chun, he was far away from catching the train of success.

"I don't get it." Jay frowned like a child, setting the hibiscus flower down on the table filled with healing equipments of all kind, "Wasn't the essence of Hibiscus supposed to combat this snake's venom?"

The old lady sighed again and rolled her eyes, snatching the hibiscus from the table and setting it into a basket full of the bright red flowers. With her other hand, she picked up a wicker work basket of lavender and lifted it up to Jay.

"Lavender. I said lavender remember?" She smiled up at Jay like an encouraging teacher, "Lavender for the wounds which make a man turn purple, and hibiscus for the blood drops."

Jay mumbled the rule under his mouth before pressing the lavender petals to the venom splanched across the bown om front of him. The purplish colour immediately turned a healing shade of dark yellow, satisfying Jay and letting out a sigh of relief from the old lady.

"Just some more practice and patience and you'll be a good healer in no time." Mrs. Chun patted Jay's arm sympathetically.

"But why do I even need to be a healer?" Jay asked curiously, putting the box of potions up on the shelf where they belonged, "I'm already a warrior."

"Every great warrior needs to know how to tend to his own wounds." The old lady smiled, looking curiously at a green flask, "I made a vow to your mother to never let you fail in this subject."

Jay smiled fondly at the thought of his mother spending her hours in the infirmary along with Mrs. Chun. Mrs. Chun herself was like his mother figure, providing him the hugs his 14 year old self needed so bad years ago.

"And remember Jay!" Mrs. Chun called out just as Jay was about to leave the room, "I won't be here for the entirety of next month."

"But then who's going to look after the infirmary?" Jay turned back and raised a quizzical brow at Mrs.Chun, who smiled gently.

"My apprentice will." She promptly replied, "She's a nice girl, I told her all about your predicament of failing at healing." Jay let out a chuckle at Mrs.Chun's joke, "She'll take your classes alright?"

"Don't miss me too much Mrs.Chun!" Jay laughed, "I'm your favourite remember?"

Mrs.Chun laughed heartily to herself. Oh that boy, she thought, still a bit at heart even if he was a man to the world.

Only a bit of love perhaps, can truly lead him to show this side of him to the world.

Jay sighed heavily as he plopped down on his armchair, the most comfortable one by the fire.

Love, he scoffed, what a stupid, dangerous thing.

He believed his father to love his mother, he believed his mother to love his father even as he went out every night to quote unquote 'find himself'. Mistresses were awful buisness, and no Queen had ever objected her king having one. But of course, his mother had to object, she had to be different. She had to storm in to her husband and his lover and confront them. And his father, fire-filled man he was, had to strike a blade through her belly, making her bleed out in 14 year old Jay's arms.

And of course, Jay, blinded by his rage, had to strike his father back, skilled as his father was, Jay was more fleet footed, and in the blink of an eye, his father and his father's new toy were lying in cold blood on the floor, as Jay sobbed, clutching his mother's body, dead as a fish out of the ocean.

And his brothers had noticed, they had always noticed how Jay was never the same from that day. From the happy boy who loved to write stories and poetry and who hated to even step foot in the training yard, Jay became the mercenary king, ready with his sword clutched in hand, and his poems long forgotten to silence and withering darkness.

But it wasn't to say that Jay was a ruthless ruler, he chose not to take that path, especially not after half the kingdom starved under the rule of his father. It wouldn't have been a lie to say he was the kindest one in all of Paradoxica, except he didn't really show it in the way he spoke or acted, but by the way he controlled the administration and whatnot of the kingdom. This kept his busy, seldom leaving time for any other activities, much to the disappointment of his brothers, especially Heeseung, who had always been the closest to him, who had known what he was truly like, deep inside.

Clutching his eagle feather quill, one of his most dearest ones, Jay dipped the tip into his ink pot, letting the excess ink dry off before pressing it to his leather bound diary.

When he wrote the feelings he couldn't ever say out loud onto the softwood paper, Jay felt a sort of contentment, he had always been a clandestine philophile, so to write his proses on the idea of love, death and misery, was to create a beautiful choreography on his mindset.

Alas, if there was only someone he could show them to, someone who would understand what Jay meant in the lines, even with his messy loopy calligraphy, that would have been a dream truly come true.

But how could a man who wrote poems to challenge the angels of love themselves, ever find love?

But I am a mere narrator, what would I know?

And sometimes, just sometimes, Cupid lurked in the ballrooms of dancing princes and in the dark inkpots of oxymoronic kings.

"I have no idea what's happening, but I'm happy to be here." Sunghoon's beautiful Clydesdale horse pranced around on the grass, as energetic and as similar a persona as her owner.

"Would you tell her to calm down?" Heeseung's own chestnut's hooves guided him towards Sunghoon, "She needs the energy for the hunt." Heeseung easily managed to calm the mare down by scratching behind her eyes, to which Sunghoon drooped since he had been enjoying the prancing around a bit too much.

"Why are we going on a hunt again?" Jake adjusted his saddle, making sure he was buckled in properly to his Fox Trotter horse, "Aren't we above killing animals now?"

"Your best friend tell you that?" The clip clopping of Jay's magnificent Dutch Warmblood sent all of the soldiers to silence, "And if the animal is a wild boar, no we aren't above that."

"Whatever you say, oh great King." Sunghoon snickered, as he did a sort of bow on his horse, making everyone laugh.

"Oh shut up." Jay rolled his eyes, clutching onto his horse's hair, and leaning into his usual stance, "Come on now, don't want to keep a beauty waiting do we?" And with the mighty neigh of his horse, he rode off into the forest, followed by Heeseung, Jake and Sunghoon, who followed with dramatic sighs.

"Sometimes I wonder if he just wants to live in an adventure book and say cringey lines all the time." Sunghoon jested, making the others laugh.

"Where on earth is Sunoo?" Jay shouted out, completely ignoring the statement made about him, as the rest of the three managed to catch up to his horse's pace.

"Probably tending to his vineyard." The wind whipped Jake's hair around, "God knows if he'd ever accept coming to a hunt with us."

"Maybe a grape hunt-"

"Shh!"

Jay's action of stopping his horse, and shushing everyone startled the others, and as the clopping of hooves quietened down, they understood why Jay had stopped so abruptly.

The rustling of the nearby begonia bushes, combined with the noises of an animal which sounded extremely similar to a wild boar, alerted them, as they drew out their swords, daggers and metal tipped arrows, all from treasure chest of Vadronia's amazing metalwork, aiming them at the begonia bushes, as Jay held up his closed fist to give the command.

"Come on out." Jay whispered to no one in particular but himself, as the begonia bushes began shaking more rapidly and the sounds of an animal's footsteps came nearer.

"Hey maybe we should-" Heeseung bagan quietly to Jay, but was interrupted by the ripping of the begonias into shreds.

And there it was, what Jay had been waiting for.

A big wild boar in its full magnificence.

Ivory tusks in full gleam, swathes of brown fur all over its damaged skin, with wounds from previous hints. A ture display of its strength, Jay thought, it wanted to intimidate them, as if to say 'see how many people haven't defeated me yet, why do you think you stand a chance?'.

"Steady now, Lady." Jay patted his horse, which was ever so graciously named Lady, although the mare's personality in battle was far away from a lady's. Jay always preferred mares to horses, he though they were more faster and agile, while horses used their brute strength. And he had a hatred from brute strength. It was what got her killed after all.....

"Jake look out!" Heeseung cried out, snapping Jay out of his daze of staring into the boar's eyes. Of all the animals of the world, he hated this one the most, he hated the way his father loved to hunt them, and how he'd come home from hunts everyday drenched in blood with a boar skull im his hands, from which his mother would recoil from, what with her hatred of the smell of iron.

Hatred, that's all that was there in Jay's life. And that's all there will be.

"Jay, we have to get back come on!" Sunghoon cried, his horse already galloping away. The boar was far too big for them to contain. "Jay?" Heeseung peered back, "Jay no!"

But the sturdy built man's ears heeded no warning as he stepped along to the boar, his sword clutched tightly in hand, the carving of his name in the metal shining bright, as if to warn the spirit of the forest that he has arrived.

"Hyung what's happe-" Jake and Sunghoon's horses had turned back to see why the eldest wasn't coming, only to see Jay stabbing at the boar, while Heeseung tried to get Lady, who was close to prancing away into the depths of the forest.

"Help me would ya!" Heeseung cried, flinging his rope around Lady's magnificent neck, to which Sunghoon and Jake came quick and flung their own ropes, "One of you help Jay!"

"I'll go!" Sunghoon's horse galloped towards Jay, but to his shock, he saw that the boar was already lying, its movements still, and Jay standing drenched in blood.

It was dead.

Jay's sword was decorated with ribbons of maroon.

"Jay what the..." Sunghoon began, but he could find no words. The boar had been big, two times the size and strength of any ordinary man, and now it was kneeling at Jay's command, kneeling dead and cold as a fish.

"It's dead." Jay growled, his breathing too heavy, and his hand clutching a particularly dark spot on his stomach, as Heeseung and Jake came to the scene, having calmed Lady down, "The tusk...."

"The tusk? What about the- Jay!" Heeseung cried, before jumping off his horse and quickly moving towards Jay's graceful falling figure.

The last thing Jay felt was the feeling of wet grass underneath his head, Heeseung's hand over his wrist, and the familiar scent of feminine lavender pressing over him before everything went dark as he had always wished for it to be.

Jay never cared much about his injuries. No matter how big or small they were, no matter if it was a paper cut to the thumb or an arrow head to the shoulder, he would simply say "Injuries happen, it's a part of life" and move on. Which proved to be a source of annoyance for his brothers, especially Jake, who had an eye for healing.

But Jay was a firm believer in the notion that twenty four hours a day simply wasn't enough. He wanted more, he craved for more, more time, more work. Although he wouldn't admit it, everyone was in unison with the fact that he was Paradoxica's biggest workaholic.

And when it came back to the topic of injuries, Jay would still keep working, whether or not he was stuck in bed, because Heeseung had forced him to stay there.

Heeseung remembered Jay's younger days. How Jay would whine and do nothing if he got even the tiniest splinter in his finger. How he would beg for a day off from studies if he merely stubbed his tie against the kitchen ladder while sneaking out to steal pastries. But the horrible incident had changed every aspect of Jay, and now, he wouldn't stop working if every limb in his body was broken.

"All for the good of the people" he reasoned.

Usually Mrs.Chun had taken care of him, scolded him too many times about taking rests whenever he'd come back from battles or fights with blood flowing out his nose. But even then he didn't care. So the vision of waking up to Mrs.Chun's berry scent was a norm for him whenever he'd get injured.

But now, the room wasn't berry scented, and nor was Mrs. Chun sitting in the corner, waiting for him to wake up.

A girl?

A girl, wearing Mrs.Chun's apron, had her head rested against his table, her eyes fluttered close.

Were his eyes tricking him or did Mrs.Chun suddenly become thirty years younger?

Feeling something heavy on his waist, Jay tried to lift his head from his pillow, letting out a guttural groan as he did. God what was hurting him so much? He could feel something hurting at his stomach.

"Your Majesty, lie back down." He heard someone say, and as he opened his eyes, he saw the girl bending over him, forcing him to lie back down on the bed.

Jay stared at her for a few moments, trying to remember who she is before the candle went off in his mind.

The apprentice.

You were Mrs.Chun's apprentice.

"Are you Mrs.Chun's apprentice?" Jay groaned, feeling his head throb and his fingers were aching too.

You nodded promptly, before pushing Jay gently back onto the bed as he tried to get back.

"I'm sorry to inform you, Your Majesty, but you aren't getting up for another two weeks. You were stabbed by a wild boar's tusk." You stated firmly, shocking Jay at how casually you had addressed him, "His Highness Heeseung told me to handcuff you to the bed if you even try to move."

"Handcuff me?" Jay chuckled, moving his body slightly to lessen the pressure on his legs, "Where are you even going to get-"

Jay's sentence was cut off abruptly as your hands pulled out a pair of heavy metal from a secret pocket in the olive green dress you were wearing, and held it in front of Jay, effectively silencing him.

"I'm sorry if that was rude, but you are my patient, Your Majesty.." Your mouth let out a chuckle, sending a weird sensation into Jay's stomach, which he had never felt before, "So, I will do anything and everything in order to make you rest."

"So what may I address you by, My lady?" Jay quizzed you, his head now no longer throbbing for some reason. He studied your features for a while, he thought your eyes were pretty, decorated by a thin lining of kohl. Your figure was pretty too, wrapped in the striking colour of the dress you were in, combined with the beautifully familiar way you wore your hair.

"Definetly not by 'My lady'." You chuckled, picking up your dress, and sinking into a curtsy, "Y/N, you may call me Y/N, Your Majesty."

"Pretty name." Jay complemented, watching you stand up straight from your curtsy and smile impishly at him.

"You've got to take your medicine now." You reached into your apron's pocket and pulled a big vial, which was filled with a bubbling, golden liquid, "Now, according to Mrs.Chun, tricks by pretty people often work on you."

"Pretty people?" Jay scoffed childishly, thinking about whether or not he thought Heeseung was pretty, as you measured out the liquid into a cup, "Mrs.Chun needs to have a check for up there. And do you really think you're pretty?"

You strode towards him with the cup in your hand, and smiled widely. "Well, pardon me Your Majesty, but from the way you were staring at me five minutes ago, yes. I do think I'm pretty."

"Don't get your ego up." Jay warned, taking the cup from you, letting his mind linger for a few minutes on how your delicate fingers brushed his scarred ones softly, "Your parents mus'nt have taught you manners did they?"

"Well, firstly, I don't have parents." You smiled, "And secondly I need to check your bandages, they seem to be bleeding again."

So that was what the pain radiating from his stomach was, Jay thought, as he looked down to see his bandages streaked a darker shade of red. He quickly gulped down the golden liquid in the cup, a visibly disgusted expression forming on his face at how bitter it was, and looked up at you, with widened eyes.

"So...?" He said, expectantly, seeing you fumble with some clean cloth, another vial of what looked like cream, and a safety pin.

"Tell me where it hurts when I change them alright?" You said gently, making his lay down on the bed again, "and uh..."

"What?" Jay questioned, seeing your eyes linger at his wound or more specifically, his ab muscles, "Oh you can touch them it's fine."

"Oh. Oh yeah alright." You said, feeling your face heat up slightly. Bandaging him when he was still unconscious was easier than this, when he was awake. God his stare was so attractive to you, even now, as you gently touched his bandages, replacing them with cleaner cloth, you tried hard not to brush your fingers against his abs.

"Enjoying the view?" Jay asked, a cockish sneer to his voice. "There's a view to enjoy Your Majesty?" You fired back, although you most certainly were enjoying staring at him.

"You're an interesting one." Jay said, trying to make small talk as you lightly pressed against the smaller wounds with the cream, "Y/N wasn't it?"

"Yep." You said with a pop of your lips, finishing wrapping his wounds with a slight tap to check if they were secure, "And please do stay in bed and don't work. If you need anything, I'm right outside. His highness Heeseung has told me to rest in the chambers opposite yours."

The chambers opposite to his, his parents' chambers. God did Jay hate that room, all big and filled with skulls from hunts.

"If you want to you can go home, I can manage on myself." Jay said, his eyes set on yours. Why was it so hard to maintain eye contact with you?

"I know how that idea works." You smiled again, bringing that weird sensation back into Jay's stomach, "I'll go and then you'll order someone to bring you your work, so His Highness Heeseung specifically asked me not to leave. I guess you're stuck with me Your Majesty." You curtsied to finish off the impression.

"Jay." He spoke again, to your confusion, which made him stifle a chuckle, "Please, call me Jay."

"Jay." You smiled to yourself, "Well, ring that bell if you need anything."

As you left the room, quietly shutting the door behind you, Jay had the sudden urge to kick his feet in the air. The room was filled with lavender scent, your lavender scent to be specific, and it gave Jay a sense of calm, which in turn reduced the pain radiating from his stab wound.

Well this would be an interesting two weeks.

"Your Majesty what on Earth are you doing?"

Jay froze in his position at hearing a stern voice. Your stern voice, to be precise.

"Resting?" He said, trying to hide his cheeky smile, as he slowly backed away from his table. Rolling your eyes, you quickly got him back to the bed, worried that his bandages will open back again. But the only thing Jay was worried about was that his work wasn't getting completed.

"How about this?" You asked, as you finally managed to wrestle him back to the bed, "I'll do the work for you, if you agree to rest. It's in that diary right?"

"I can't let you do that." Jay grumbled, reaching for your arm, as you hurried to get to the diary on his table. The cold touch of his hand on your warmer skin made you flinch heavily, which in turn made Jay pull his hand away.

"I'm sorry." Jay quickly apologised, as you rubbed your arm, "I- That's my private diary, I don't really allow people to see it."

"Oh, my apologies then." You curtsied, still rubbing your arm, feeling extremely cold for some reason, even if the warm daylight was coming into the room through the window, "Your Majesty-"

"Jay." He corrected, shooting you the tiniest fragment of a smile.

"Jay." You said again, this time feeling more at ease, "You've got to rest, I'm begging you. Those bandages won't magically heal you until you rest. If there's anything I can do to get you to rest, I'll do it."

Jay's ears weren't actually listening to anything. His mind was too distracted again, by your scent. God damn his strong sense of smell, but you smelled like memories he wanted to forget.

"Tell me what perfume you use and then I won't work." Jay looked up at you with a cheeky smile. He didn't know why, but he felt comfortable to show you his smile, which he didn't often feel with the ladies in their paraffin socks.

"I- that's a peculiar question." You said, not knowing what to feel aboutthe actual King asking you about your perfume.

"I swear on my own grave that I will rest if the great healer Y/N tells me her perfume." Jay recited, keeping his hand on his chest for dramatic effect.

"It's the lavender one we get in the town square from Marcella's." You raised your chin up high, "Now would you rest?"

"Hmmm let me think." Jay dramatically sighed, "No."

"Your Majesty, I will beg." You breathed desperately, "I will seriously-"

"Your collarbone." Jay interrupted, his attention diverting from your eyes to your shoulder, "There's something on your collarbone."

Jay took note of the way your eyes flickered quickly and worriedly to your collarbone, and how you rushed to pull the sleeve of your dress up to cover it, clearing your throat afterwards to clear the awkward air.

"Are you-"

"Your Majesty, I admire the way you hold so much strivance for your work but you really must rest if you wish to keep working for the rest of your life."

The atmosphere of the room had a drastic change, Jay could feel it, as you quickly curtsied, said a quick "excuse me" and hurried off towards the exit.

That wasn't a stain or a birth mark on your shoulder Jay knew it, as he leant back comfortably, and decided to follow your advice for a while.

He'd seen dark marks like that on someone he once knew and loved.

And something in him asked him not to rest (unless it was pretending for you) until he figured out where that bruise the size of a man's hand, came from.

Part 2 coming soon....

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[1-800-cr33py]

Forelsket

(n) the euphoria experience when you first fall in love 

Okay so its not the best, Benadryl making life hard rn TvT

Word count: 3400

TW: It’s HABIT cmon nw, dubcon, he kinda breaks in????? Dom/sub undertones but never stated outright, breeding kind kinda, my bad writing while im sick.

Haven’t wrote smut for a while so this will probably be re-written when Im in my right mind

The taste of you was heavy on his tongue, so much so that every word, every breath was you, and only you. 

Balance. That's what the universe needs, enforced. A never-ending balance that no one, not ever the strongest or oldest of Entities challenged. Where there was light, there shall be dark and vice versa. Habit hated it. He hated seeing people heal, he hated seeing a familiar iridescent form from the corner of his eye. It was a never ending cycle; Habit would bring some undeserved wrath to some poor mortal unfortunate enough to have caught his eye, or maybe it was his hatred for the Slender Man that that pushed him, but nonetheless he’d drag out some unnecessary,torturous game that only he finds entertaining, and there you’d be. When Habit was created, born of hate and trickery; you were also brought forth. A being of an oh so tender light that even he could only stare in a curious awe. You were his balance, always there to counteract whatever damage he’d done. Habit hated you for a while, avoiding you for the longest, trying to reverse whatever you did; and for a while those feelings were mutual. You, still young and naive, believed that this was some kind of sick punishment that you’d somehow earned yourself in the brief moments you’d met the creators. Fos, your creator, a being of an eternal, cold light, caressed your cheek and sent you on your way, giving you favored blessings and best wishes. You were a favorite, a purer being that they’d created to serve as a buffer; sometimes you’d wish you weren’t. Habits, well habits made you sick. He’d toy with mortals like he was a creator himself,a god. And you’d mess with him back all the same, pulling his horn like appendages, calling him out on his name; a constant back and forth you'd both soon tire of.

“ You think you’re so much better than I, don’t you, pretty? “ his voice, rough and condescending, questioned, his many eyes all gazing down at you. 

“ Of course I do, mutt. I am better. ‘ You hated this man, if he even was one. It didn’t matter how many times you changed your form, he’d always make it his mission to make you feel small, weak. You couldn’t take much more after the Dark Ages, too much suffering and not enough time to fix it. You, and your brethren failed for many, many years. Fos, in all their luminal glory, felt pity upon you all, and gave most of you the sanctuary you needed to regain the lost energy and strength you’d lost during the seemingly endless wars and revolutions. It had been 798 years to be exact, and many things changed since that day. Ligo Fos, as your kind had come to be called, were ridded of your old appearances, no matter the differencing in forms. The small, branch like ‘horns’ fell, and your skin became soft, many ranges of colors that still felt limiting. 

‘ We must cater to the mortals, my dear children. ‘ Fos's voice was caring, yet stern. The Creator willed it, so as dutiful servants you must obey, lest you want to be repurposed. It would be alright. 

Time skip

Ligos Fos, elusive creatures known to heal the sick and punish the guilty. Beings of a light so bright that only artists can gaze upon. All these titles boosted your ego. Mortals viewed anything they didn’t understand as a higher being. They viewed your blessings as some mystical power that was your own. Laughable. 

As the sun rose and fell, you spent your days following your hellish counterpart. Trailing behind him wherever he went, fixing his wrongs. It was the late 90s when he caught on. Habit would flick his eyes to your hidden location and smile a cruel,twisted smirk that had only gotten worse than you remember it. Habit had changed, he wasn't a twiggy, short thing made of the darkest ink anymore. He’d grown into what mortals called a ‘man’. He’d taken on a vessel of sorts. A human man, barely reaching 19 summers at this point. You had to admit, he would be attractive once he grew into his looks. This ‘highschool’ and ‘college’ would be stressful, and human hormones would fluctuate often. Habit, or Evan, as he’d been calling himself nowadays, was almost dog-like, always chasing down something he shouldn’t, getting overly excited, etc. etc. His antics were cute to you, making you forget that this wasn’t this Evan person, whoever he was. This was Habit, your Habit. The same creature that mocked you, pulled at your cheeks until they were sore, muddied your outerwear. You felt pity for whoever Evan was, because you knew well enough that he was gone, his body nothing more than a husk for Habit to use and bend until it broke. For three years you did this, slowly getting closer and closer to the thing you’d been made with. Forced a bond in which you didn’t know how to work with or use in any way. 

For the longest it was awkward to say the least. Habit wanted nothing more than to make your life a living hell, doing the most trivial things to irk your nerves for the sake of it. 

“ Your cheeks puff up when you get upset, pretty. Did I upset the pretty dove? Ruffle your feathers? “ he, Evan, all but cackled his rough hands cupping your jaw. You were sure you hated him, but even you, in all your prideful ways, had to admit he was attractive. You scoffed at his statement, retreating out the door, your feet stomping angrily. He’d never let you live this down. Habit would call you brattish, daring you to object and ‘prove his point’; yet some part of you wanted that. A part of you that thought about the young man in facetious ways. Ways that would leave a damp spot in your panties. You suppressed these urges for the longest. Fos found it funny when you consulted them, thinking you were defective, broken. One had to admit, you’ve always been a theatrical type. Fos explained you were mature now, one of the first of their creations to fully mature actually; something that had you preening for a while. Fos sent you back to the mortal realm, with no instructions other than to get used to these urges, for they wouldn’t end now that they’ve started. And stars above they weren't wrong about that one bit. During the early months of spring you suffered. Your lower abdomen ached and your fingers didn’t provide you the relief you needed. After you found out about toys, they only satisfied you for about a year in total. By now, your ‘heats’ had begun to hurt progressively more. 

  ➞break

Habit knew something felt wrong. He felt something gnawing at the pit of his stomach, or a nagging voice in the back of the endless void he called a mind. Then it clicked for him. It was the turning of the seasons. Spring was approaching and he’d forgotten about it.. Habit mentally cursed himself. Quickly bringing the phone to cancel any and all plans or work he may have had the next week and a half. Sure his pockets would hurt for a while but he’d manage. After the first few days he began to feel the effects of his upcoming rut, and something told him it would be bad. His urge to nest and hoard was already something when he wasn’t being pumped full of unwanted hormones, but now? Now he’d be growling at air if he felt his space was being threatened. He’d spend his days shirtless, a pair of sweatpants hung loosely around his waist; a thin layer of sweat covered his body as he fanned himself. Habit’s house was on the verge of freezing, yet he still panted like a dog. What made it so much worse was that his cock ached, the tip a hot red now from past abuse and Habit still wasn’t satisfied. By now he was pushing 21 summers, well the vessel was anyways;  many of the entities Habit had familiarized himself with in the past now sired many cherub faced cambions, hell, a good many knocked up the Ligos they’d been balanced with when they were created alongside. One acquaintance spoke of how pretty her Ligos looked underneath her. Habit’s mind slowly drifted towards the idea of you, and how you’d look beneath his, whining and begging for him to fuck his cum back into your soaked hole, or maybe you’d beg him to stop, tell him you hated him and that he was lucky to even be this close to you in the first place. Habit laughed at the last thought, his cock twitched as he palmed himself through his pants. He’d have you. He needed to have the pleasure of seeing such an elusive, prideful creature reduced to a whimpering, blubbering mess below him, your voice cracking and begging for him to slow down, begging him to breed you. The mere thought of shooting his cum down your sopping hole made a guttural groan leave his throat as he continued to palm himself through his sweatpants. He ached for you, longed for you.

       -with you-

The empty feeling in your stomach was enough to make you whine. As much as you adored your Creator, they did little to help ease the tightness. Your hand was buried between your thighs, fingers soaked with your cum, and yet it still wasn’t enough. You needed something more than just your fingers and toys; you’d brought yourself to orgasm after fucking orgasm and yet you still felt wrong. Your body was slick with sweat at this point, the scent of sex heavy in the air around you. As you bit on the now clipped fingernail, listening to the rain outside the small glass window, sometimes you’d like to think that your savior would waltz out of the treeline to solve all your problems; you’d laugh at the childish thoughts then. Now you wish they would. You continued your daydreaming, oblivious to the creaking floorboards. You smelt him before you saw him. He smelt like teakwood and fire; he smelt like home, safety. 

‘ Habit. ‘ your voice croaked, hoarse from the screaming and whining you’ve done. Habit laughed, his voice gravelly as he continued. 

‘ So this is what my little starlight does in her freetime? Stuffing her cunt like whore? ‘ 

Habit laughed as he kicked himself off the doorframe to stalk closer to your now shaking body. You weren’t scared, but the anticipation, the adrenaline. You could taste it, it was addicting, for once in your life you allowed yourself to become addicted to it. Dark eyes raked across your body, taking note of how your nightwear clung to your sweat covered skin. You looked absolutely delectable like this, and you didn’t even know. Habit was an impatient being already, but what little patience he had left was thinning, the last string so close to popping before he allowed those urges he’d taken so long to suppress. The scent of sex made Habit lick his lips as he crawled atop you, muscles tense as his hands pulled at your sheets. Habit trailed open mouthed kissed down your neck and throat, leaving a trail of bites in his wake, hickeys would be a pain in the ass to cover tomorrow, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about the past resentment you had for this man, you didn’t care about the past teasing, arguments. Anything. All that mattered right now was him. 

Then he stopped, and gods above you wanted to tear his throat out. 

“ Tell me to stop dove. “ Habit’s voice was hushed, raspy even. He wanted you to tell him to stop, tell him to go fuck himself, find some cheap whore he could dispose of after he was done with them. He wanted you to tell him to go to hell, you weren’t like him, but yet here you were, shoving your head to the side, begging him not to stop. Your thighs pushed apart to fit his body against yours. To Habit, you didn’t want him to stop, no you wanted him to ruin you for anyone else, to leave an imprint of himself on your soul. A guttural growl left Habit’s throat as he bit down on your throat, a hand moving to grip your jaw. 

“ I told you to do something starlight, " the man spoke through gritted teeth, a cruel smile etching its way onto his face. Your eyes locked with his, dark eyes a flurry of emotions. Lust. Need. Somethings else you couldn’t name. To think you’re relearning each other after so long apart, and yet he still remembered which parts made you weak. A smile etched itself on your features just when you settled your hand against Habit’s that still lay resting on your jaw. When you turned your head to gently kiss his palm. 

“ If I wanted you to stop, I would've made you a while ago, Habit. '' your voice was muffled in his palm. “ And right now, I want you to ruin me. “ Habit’s eyes darkened at your words, pulling your hips closer to his, you almost whined at the feeling of his cock through the material of his pants. Habit’s lips were heavy against yours as he dragged his hands down your body, pawing at any exposed flesh he could feel, your soft nightwear being pushed out of the way for his preying hands to feel for more. You felt whole. His touch was electric, leaving sparks wherever his hands found sanctuary. Habit liked toying with his prey, feeding off their fear, their tears; and you were no exception. He’d tease, he’d edge if that's what it took for you to break before him. How long would you last? How long before you were fucked dumb? To braindead to speak coherent sentences? He’d find out. He’d find out if it took him all night and the next day. Habit’s hand slowly found itself between your thighs, the damp spot in your panties making him chuckle. His lips found your throat once again as his fingers traced your slit, gathering up your slick on his fingers before pushing them into your soaked hole. A breathy whine leaving you lips, eyes closing as your head lolled back into your pillow. Habit’s pace was slow, his fingers curling deliciously at that spot that made you want to scream. He wanted you to beg, to put your pride aside and ask him for your release that you craved so desperately. Maybe he’d be nice, maybe he’d set aside his usual cruelty and sadistic want and just give you what you wanted for once! 

“ Fat chance, pretty! Tell me what I want and then you can cum.” Habit was a bastard, he wouldn’t give anybody anything for free, what made you any different. And you gave in. You begged, borderline screamed pleas for him to just let you come undone, the familiar tightness in your stomach threatening to pop; but he didn’t allow it. Habit pried his fingers from your cunt and brought them to his lip. The sight was erotic, taboo. Watching him lick your slick off his fingers made your thighs close, or at least attempt to. Habit groaned and threw his head back, eyes closed as the corners of his mouth made a lopsided grin. “ Gods you taste better than I imagine dove. “ he voiced his praise, your cheeks felt hot as you averted your eyes. “ Please…” a weak plea left your lips. It was almost laughable to Habit, you were throwing a tantrum all because he wouldn’t let you get off? Cute, but he’d be nice just this once. His cock was painfully hard at this point, the tip a burning red as he pulled his pants down just enough to free his member. Your mouth practically watered at the sight, but there’d be another time you’d get to suck him dry. Your panties had long since been discarded, the fabric laying in tattered shreds on your floor somewhere alongside the promise to buy you more. You squirmed, trying to find any friction you could but Habit’s firm hands kept you still, his fingers sure to leave bruises with his grip on your hips. “ No no pretty, tell me what you want. “ he chided, a sadistic grin on his face. His hair clung to his forehead, a sheen of sweat coating his body as his muscles tensed. He was holding back, waiting for those words to fall out of your mouth, and gods was it worth the wait. “ Please gods! Please just fuck me Habit! Use me! I don’t care just let me cum-” your sentence was cut short as Habit thrusted his cock into you without so much as a warning, tears pricking your eyes from the sudan intrusion. Something between a growl and groan left the man’s throat. Your warmth sucked him in. Habit gave you a brief moment to adjust before his pace was quickened, his grip on your hips bruising as your back arched. His intent was to breed you, mark your insides as his. You were his. His to hold, his to kiss, his to breed. The thought of you round with his children made his cock twitch. You’d be such a good mother, such a doting mate. Your sweet sounds filled his ears, urging him on. Habit was running on pure instinct at that moment, no words were spoken between you two, because they didn’t need to be. A hand left your hip to press on your stomach, a toothy smile on his face as he leaned down to kiss away the stray tears that fell from your eyes. You looked so pretty, all fucked out, dazed, and all from his cock. “ Aw is my little dove all fucked out? To dumb on cock to speak now? “ Habit cackled as he left soft slaps to your cheek, and all you could do was nod. Your brain long fried as he fucked his cock into you. Gargled pleas left your lips, yet you didn’t know what you were begging for at this point. For him to stop? Fuck you harder? He didn’t care, all Habit cared about was fucking you full of his kids. Habit groaned as your cunt squeezed his cock, a rough smack landed on your thigh making you jump. His dark eyes met yours as he hissed out a threat “ You better not fucking cum yet. Not until I say so. “. He left no room for objection, so all you could do was whine and take it, cunt fluttering around his cock as he mixed degrading words with his filthy praises. A high-pitched whine left your throat as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, digging your nails into his flesh and burying your face into his shoulder; your pleas falling on deaf ears. You begged, cried, pleaded for Habit to just let you cum, that you’d do anything. Habit’s voice was hoarse as he laughed, a grunt heaved from his throat. 

Your vision turned white as you came. It took a few moments to come back to your senses and even then they were fried. Everything felt fuzzy almost, hazy. Habit, panting and showering you with sloppy kisses and half-formed praises lay on top of you. His weight was nice, you felt protected and warm. “ You’ll be such a good little mate won’t you? “ he grinned, wiping the stray hairs from your forehead before planting a kiss on it. “ Such a good mother too? Maybe I’ll just keep you plugged so it takes? You’d like that wouldn’t you pretty? You want to make me happy don’t you? Yeah, you do. “ His voice was background noise to you at this point, but his words made you smile. You felt whole, full. No longer longing for something you couldn’t have or couldn’t reach. Habit hummed as he stroked your face, watching you doze every now and then. You’d keep him happy enough for now. And busy.

 “ Oh don’t think I’m done yet, starlight, I’m just gracious enough to give you a break! Say thank you, why don’t you? “ 

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[iamjustaholeforyousir]

While He's Touching Your Skin

part 7 of Look What We Became

summary: a harlot has been found! liars are punished, and love is in the air

warning: angst, kissing, cheating, alcohol, smut (like a bit).

word count: 4,003

minors DNI

part1 part2 part3 part4 part5 part6 part7 part8 part9

You both met again during breakfast, everybody had a smile on their faces, “good morning dear, did you two sleep well?” asked Queen Anne, she had an implying tone, and her smile was more of a smirk.

“Yes of course we did, it's the most comfortable bed i have ever slept in.” you say, not understanding what she was saying, harry on the other hand knew exactly what his mother was implying. “Mother please.” everyone looked at harry, “whatever do you mean son?” 

“You know what i mean, i will not talk about this with you or father.”

“Would you rather talk to Gemma?” 

“NO! Mother please stop, I don't want to think about this in the morning.” he says, closing his eyes in playful frustration.

The queen sighs and says “anyway, i wanted to say that tonight we will be hosting a dinner!” 

You look up from your food with a worried look on your face “tonight?” How were you supposed to put together a whole dinner in one day!?? 

“Yes dear, tonight! In celebration of the king’s birthday!” She looks at her husband, who gives her a shy smile. 

You were in love with their relationship, it was nothing like your parents, it was filled with love and respect for one another. They were always a team.  

“But his birthday is not till next week” said harry, confused 

“Excuse my extreme rudeness, but how am i to prepare for dinner in a day?” you ask, feeling horrible for letting them down

“Princess! Whoever said that you have to prepare for this?” the queen said, and you looked at her puzzled “the preparations have been done, only the decorations are left and will be done by the servants. You don't have to do anything child, just stop by my chambers in the afternoon, I would like to give you something.” she smiled at you.

You didn't know what to expect, you look at Harry who tries his best not to look back. Maybe you admitting the fact that you like him was not the best idea you have had. You excuse yourself from the table, you have lost your appetite. Going to your shared chamber, you saw her, sitting on your bed. 

She gave you a sharp look, and you gave her a smile, the best one you could possibly give to the woman your husband was in love with. 

“He told me what you said to him.” she said, and you just stood there not knowing what to do in this situation. “You can love him all you want, but he will always love me. Remember this, the next time you think about them, he never wanted to get married to you, in fact he thinks of you as a burden, he thinks of you as the most hideous princess ever!” she says, with malice 

“And has he expressed all of this to you?” you ask calmly, not believing what she was saying.

“Yes.” she says with a neutral expression.

“I would like it if you left the chamber.” you say, not wanting to look at her

“This was my chamber before you snatched it from me you harlot-”

“Well now it is mine. And when I tell you to leave I expect you to listen to me. And I needn't remind you of the consequences of not obeying the orders given to you.” you say, this was the strongest you had felt in a long time. And there was something about her that you absolutely hated, and it was not the fact that Harry loved her, it was the way she was. You had no intention to show Deborah your vulnerability, and you wanted her to leave. 

With a scowl on her face, she got up and left. You close the door behind her. You were convinced that god hated you, for he constantly played such horrible games with you. First he gave you a father like the one you had, then he gave you a husband, who did not love you, who thought of you as hideous, who knows what else he might have said to who knows who else, and now you had to deal with a chambermaid like this. 

Your will to live was deteriorating second by second. Yesterday had been a complete disaster, your wedding had been a complete disaster and you were to remember it for the rest of your life.  You were done being scared, you were just furious now, how dare she come to your chamber and say such things to you when you have been nothing but understanding of her relationship with your husband! And Harry had no reason to tell her what you had said, and it wasn't like you had something so incomprehensible, all you had requested of him was for her to not be your first women of the bedchamber! Your thoughts were interrupted by the doors of your room flying open and you see prince harry looking absolutely irate. 

“How dare you speak to her like that!”

“How dare i!? How dare she! I was nothing but kind to her!”

“You told her she is nothing but a servant!”

“I never said that-”

“She was crying! How could you do something like that!? I thought you’d be more kind!”

“Oh please! She is not a saint prince harry, if anything i should be the one crying a river! The things she said to me, if they were heard by anyone else, she wouldn't be in this castle for even a second more!” 

You both had moved a lot closer to each other by now.

“You will apologize to her!” he said pointing towards the door.

“I have nothing to apologize for! I will not do it! All I ever said to her was to leave me alone!” your voice was getting louder

“You made her cry!”

“Its is not my fault she can't handle simple instructions!”

“HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT!” he screamed, as his arms moved in exaggeration, but to you it looked all too familiar, and you took a step back, closing your eyes, and putting your own hands up in defense. 

There was a heavy silence in the room, you opened your eyes to see Harry with a surprised expression on his face, he had also seemed to take a few steps back. 

“I..you thought… you thought i was going to strike you?” he asked, much calmer yet shocked, You don't say anything,  taking in your surroundings, your chest is heaving and your heart is beating fast. You then looked up at him, you were at a loss of words. Tears were forming in your eyes. You hated being like this, whenever you got upset, you would start crying, you hated it. You take in a deep breath, and wipe the tears off your face, “I will not apologize to her, the sickly things that she said to me, she is lucky I have not said anything. You want to love her prince harry, go ahead, love her, you want to touch her? Touch her, do whatever you want with her, but don't you ever give me such dogshit about respecting our marriage, when you can't trust me when I say something. And don't expect me to love her just because you do. I have been understanding of your love for someone else since the day you came and told me, that too rudely, but I expect you and her to also be understanding of the fact that we are married, whether none of us like it or not.” you say, not looking at him at all “she must also understand that i am a princess, and there are certain things she cannot say to, certain things she cannot do. Judging my character is one of them. And for the sake of your own relationship with her, you must tell her that whatever you tell her in confinement, she better keep it between the two of you.” 

Harry did not know what to say as he watched you leave the room. Not even a day had gone by and he was back at your throat, but he just couldn't help himself when he saw her leave his room with tears flowing down her face. And when she told him the horrible things you had told her, that wasn't even true! He never called her hideous, he never called her a harlot, he never called her a burden, and he never told anything to you, then why would you say such a thing? He got furious at the thought of you saying that. He didn't understand why you had to lie. 

You found yourself in the library, walking around and looking for something to get your mind off of what just happened. Yes you got scared when he raised his hand, and you hated the fact that you did. It reminded you of everything your father had done to you, and you just wanted to forget it. 

The library was huge and you were sure you had gotten lost, when you saw an older lady trying to climb up the ladder to organize some books.

You rushed towards her, “what do you think you are doing?” you ask, which seems to frighten the lady, she turned around and you saw that it was Abigail, 

“Was just putting some books your highness, is all.” she said, looking scared.

“You were putting in books? Don't they have someone else to do that? You could fall down.” you ask, looking around for someone else

“They say that they don't want to do this, they find it boring.” she replies

“I will help you then, I will climb up and you just give me books, it's not your age to be doing such tasks.” you say, as you climb up. Abigail just gave you a smile and started handing out books. 

You both started working in sync and this helped you get your mind off of harry. 

You both were done in no time, as you started climbing down, you say “next time they pass this work on you, come find me, you could have fallen down, could have broken something, don't let the young bully you.” 

“They are just children, why must I punish them.”

“This is not punishing Abigail, they should be more willing to do tasks like this, and moreover they should know better than to pass it on to the old.” 

She smiled at you once more, “god bless prince harry, he got a wife like you. And god bless you child, you are so kind. I pray only good things come your way.” she says, as she bows and leaves.

You stand there, speechless at the irony, just now your husband told you how insolent you were, and now this woman had blessed you for being kind. 

Today was a strange day. 

You remembered then that you had to go meet the queen, so hurry and try to find her chambers.

You were assisted by the guards on the way. You knock on the door and wait for a response. 

The queen opened the door and smiled at you, “come in dear, i really hope you like this.” you walk in and see the most beautiful dress hanging on the mannequin. The corset was black with a gold pattern, the sleeves were a shiney mustard and so was the skirt. 

The sleeves were puffed and had two layers of frill, the neck of the dress was deep, if it were a few more inches deeper, the dress would be deemed unsophisticated. You looked at the dress in complete awe.

“I would like for you to wear this tonight.” said the queen, “my mother in law had given this dress to me, when i had gotten married to the king, and now i want to pass it onto you.” 

“Queen anne i couldn't possibly-”

“Dear, call me mother. And yes you can, it would look beautiful on you, I insist.” she says, with a kind smile. 

Then you did something that both of you didnt expect, you hugged the queen.

And after a few seconds she hugged you back.

“Thank you so much, I will take great care of this heirloom.”

The queen laughs a bit and says “I trust you will.” 

She calls in someone to tell them to take the dress into your chambers. You were really happy, this one thing had made your day a thousand times better. 

You decided to have a bath again, just rinse off the incident of the morning. You were taking a long bath, the water was warm on your skin, your hair was up in a bun, and muscles relaxed in the warmth of the water. 

You closed your eyes, it was just for a moment, when a loud boom was heard, and your eyes shot open. You see prince harry walking in with intent. Trying to cover yourself with foam, you ask “what are you-” but you are cut off by his lips on yours, you were worried that his suit was getting wet, but he didn't seem to care, removing his vest, and opening the buttons of his dress shirt, he came inside the tub, not breaking the kiss,your eyes were closed as you kissed him back, you could hear water splashing at the intensity of his jump, he lifted your bear legs up so you were straddling him. He pulled away a bit only to lick your lips, as if requesting you to give him way, you oblige, happily.  Your skin was getting hotter, as his hands roamed your back. He pulled you closer and your hands found his hair, tangling your finger into them and massaging his scalp, gently, your chest was squished against his, you could feel his leg between yours, and you subtle start moving, it felt right ot you, to move, and give you a feeling of burning that soon turned to one of pleasure.

The kiss never broke, you were surprised, since you could hold it at the altar. 

“Your highness,” you heard a voice, “it's almost time for the dinner.”

Your eyes snap open as you take in your surroundings. You, in the tub, alone, no sign of harry.

Had you imagined it?

You felt like crying, you were frustrated and you didn't even know why! 

But you don't let it show, you nod your head at the girl and she exits hurriedly. You get up and wipe

your body. 

You walk into your room and see the gorgeous dress hanging on your mannequin. Slowly walking towards it, you touch the material with your hand, the material is soft against your touch, like silk. 

You put the dress on, adoring yourself in the mirror, there were only a few times that you had looked good, reaching behind your back, you try to pull the zipper up, but were failing horribly. 

Too focused on the task you didn't realize that someone had entered the room, the first time you acknowledge the presence in the room was when soft knuckles touched the skin of your back, you pause your action and look up to see prince harry, standing behind you, aiding you with your impossible work.

Your husband was not looking at you, rather was focusing on your back, as he untangled a thread stopping the zipper to go up. You pinch yourself, just to see if you were dreaming again or not. 

You most certainly were not.

Harry finally looked at you thought the mirror, “princess-”

“The queen has requested both of your presence in the ballroom, she says guests will be arriving soon.” 

Harry completely ignores the maid, not moving his eyes off of your face, while you not curtly, and go out of the room.

The party was lively, as you observe people enjoying themselves. You had a smile on your face, though it was far from genuine, all you could think about was your dream. You were interrupted by a very handsome gentleman “hello, i believe we have not met, prince william.” he says, bowing down while asking for your hand. You smile again, and gently give him your gloved hand, as he places a soft kiss on it.

“Princess Y/n.”

“So you are Prince Harry's bride?” he asked, amused. 

“Yes. Yes I am.” 

“Well it is certainly a pleasure to meet you, though i wish i had met you sooner, then i could have had such a pretty lady all to myself.” he says, giving you a boyish smirk. 

You laugh at his awfully unfunny comment. 

“I am completely content with how we met Prince william.” you say, politely, this seemed to make that smirk drop off his face, 

“Well after what i tell you, you will most certainly wish you met me before princess.” 

You look up at him curious. He moves closer to you, and whispers in your ear “I believe prince Harry is swiping the floor with a certain girl named debbie.”

Your ears perked up at this. You look at this man, in disbelief, but he only nods. 

“Would you like to know where, princess?” he asks, as if talking to a child, you take a sharp intake of breath, not wanting to show signs of knowing anything about your husband's affair. 

“I will do you a favor, and let you know.” and then he leans in more and whispers something in your ear.

You had absolutely no intention of following this information, but for maintaining your innocence, you went anyway. “Excuse me for a moment.” you say and walk away. 

This whole encounter seemed to have an audience sitting far away, prince william only winking, and following you outside. 

You walk out to get some air, this frustration you were feeling was not helped by whatever prince willulu said, walking up to the balcony, you let the cold breeze hit your face, you would love to be here all the time, it was so peaceful and calm, not like the dinner being hosted down stairs. 

The peace was destroyed soon by angry footsteps nearing you. 

“Where is he?” you hear a very angry harry speak, you turn around calmly, “whoever are you talking about?”

“Oh you know who i am talking about!”

“I genuinely have no idea.” you say, turning your back on him.

“You came up to meet him! I know, he told you to meet here, so you both can do whatever it that we were planning on doing! I know it!” 

You had absolutely no idea what your husband was talking about. Due to your lack of response, Harry held onto your elbow, gently not to hurt you, and turned you around to face him. You could smell the wine on his breath as he looked into your eyes pleading you to tell him the truth. 

His face makes your heart melt. You take his face in your hand, and he seems to melt into your touch. “I dont know what you are talking about my lor..hmm…. prince harry.” you say, calmly

“You were talking to him just now, he whispered something into your ear.” he says and you lull him a bit, that is when the realization hits you

“Prince willulu?” you ask, “Prince willullu?” Harry askes, looking puzzled, “Prince william?” he looks at you with a questioning look.

“Oh yes, Prince william! Why would I come up to meet him?” you ask

“Because h e told you to?” harry asks

“No he didn't, he told me you were with deborah.” At that moment, reality had seeped in, you looked down from his face, and slowly started slipping your hand away from his face.

And at that moment, Harry seemed to realize something. “Deborah.” he says, he looks back at you, gives your lips a quick peck, before running down the stairs, leaving you there, you touch your lips, as the feeling of him never left your body.

Harry rushed down “debbie!? Debbie!?” he screamed, running around the halls, Harry was scared. He knew that prince william had done horrible, unthinkable things to women before, and his hate for harry, only made him more worried about deborah.

When Harry reached the end of the servant quarters, he could hear voices coming from inside, he could hear Deborah's pleasurable moans, the slapping of skin. Harry stopped altogether.

“Tell me you wrench, woh gives it to you better? Your pathetic prince, or me? Hm?” that was definitely william’s voice

“You god only you!” 

At that Harry kicks open the door, to see the woman he so dearly loved, bent over in front of the blonde man, as he thrusted into her. 

“Debbie?” Harry whispers, but they don't stop.

“Hello Harry, come here to enjoy the show?” says william. 

Ignoring William, Harry looks at her, “Why debbie?” he says, tears forming in his eyes “i loved you Debbie, with all my heart, i didn't touch my own wife! How could you do this to me!?”

Deborah only moans louder

“You didn't touch me either. God yes, right there!” Harry saw in pure horror, as the lewd scene in front him progressed “thought if you fall in love with, i will be queen, but Ah! No! That didn't happen, you got another bride all together, then i thought you could- god yes! Yes!yes! Ah! i thought you would at least touch me but Ahhh! But no, what was a girl to do?” 

Harry couldn't believe his eyes, and moreover couldn't believe his ears. All the times she has said that she will love him forever were all lies? The feeling of being betrayed mixed with the alcohol in his system made a concoction of anger in his body.

“You are nothing but a whore! I see through you now, you wrench!” he says as he slams the door shut, wiping his tears with his sleeves, he runs back to the ballroom, where he sees you. Kind, beautiful you, oh how wished he had seen this before, how he wished he had met you before, how he wished had fallen for you instead. He stared at you, as you talked to some random princess, pretending to be engaged in the conversation. 

He kept on observing you throughout the night, how you interacted with strangers, and how you interacted with known people, it was quite the same actually, until he saw his sister next to you, how face seemed to give the brightest smile of the evening as you approached gemma, you hugged her dearly, and started laughing at something she had said. 

God your laugh was so pretty. 

“I think I taught you very clearly, staring is bad manners.” he heard his mother’s voice, “and father always said ‘unless it's your own wife’.” hw turns around to face his mother. 

“What happened child?” she asked, sweetly, but Harry only shook his head, and that was enough for queen anne to understand, she pulled her boy in for a hug, as she looked at you too, talking to her daughter. To her you were the only person that could make her children happy, even if they didnt know it.

“Staring is bad manners, mother.” harry mumbles against her chest“Oh shush you.” she says, playfully patting his head. 

Harry had turned his head to the side, to look at you as well, what a fool he was to not show you the love you deserved, what an actual knob.he thought to himself, he would show you, exactly what you deserved, exactly what you want, he would give you the world,just like he had planned to give her. 

But only this time he would make it better, only for you. In fact, he will show you tonight, he will give you everything and anything you ask of him, and he will do better than any other man. 

A/N: Oof!! finally, some action in the love story!! i also i got sick yesterday, and my math test did not go well, and i didnt even get to do my spanish test. ugh life is sucking at the moment.

but back to the story, god i hate "debbie" so fucking much, even though i made her aaahahahahahha AHAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH

stay safe❤️❤️

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Record of Ragnarok - Male!Reader

Warnings - Mentions of Adult Situations. Jerkass Gods being Jerkasses.18+ Only.

Image from Google.

So, I may have started Record of Ragnarok yesterday. It’s a bit of slow start, but I find the concept and character designs fascinating, so I’m pretty intrigued!

I’ve also wanted to write Male!Reader for a while, but muse has been pretty low for me lately. I think this helped, because I’ve got some ~ideas~ kicking around in my brain box haha. This is kind of a prologue of sorts for future shenanigans (Most of which involve a son of Aphrodite sleeping his way through Ragnarok, oops-) Enjoy this blasphemy!

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The Einherjar were delicious.

Oh, you were certain that was not why Brunhilde had selected the champions of humanity, but it hadn’t escaped your notice the men were gorgeous. Some of the most beautiful men in existence, the most skilled, virile warriors to have ever walked the earth were all gathered in one spot, adrenaline in their veins as they prepared for the battle that would decide humanity’s fate.

And there you were. Stuck on the Heavens side of the Arena, where Mother Aphrodite had insisted you remain, completely unable to interact with any of them.

It was so unfair.

“Do stop pouting, darling.” Aphrodite sipped at her chalice of wine, glancing at you over the head of one of her servants. “You’re bringing down the mood somewhat.”

Round One was over, decided in the gods favour. Lu Bu, the Flying General, the Strongest Warrior in the Three Kingdoms, had been defeated, his soul now gone from the Gods Realm. An absolutely glorious specimen of mortal manhood you would now never share a bed with.

Of course you were pouting.

“Am I being punished for something?” You asked glumly, watching as Thor fought his way through the fallen Lu Bu’s army, charging in to avenge their general, or share his fate. The God of Thunder’s muscled body rippled with power as he tore through his attackers like wet paper, and you bit your lower lip, crossing your legs, heat flaring low in your gut, imagining that strength turned to more pleasurable uses.

“Nonsense, darling.” Aphrodite waved her hand dismissively, a smile playing on her lips. “If I was punishing you, I would have told you about the human “incarnation of desire” currently bedding his way through half the arena.”

You liked this man already, and gave your mother a betrayed look. “What did I do?!”

Aphrodite simply smiled, and turned her attention back to the arena. “Consider the options, dear, and I’ll tell you if you’re right.”

You slumped back in you seat, glowering.

It was not as if there was a lack of options on the Heavens side. Aside from Thor himself, Lord Shiva had sat near you and Aphrodite throughout Round One, his naked torso showing off a flawless physique. His biceps were exquisite and practically begged to be caressed, and his four arms and their possible bedroom applications sent your imagination reeling. Heracles was somewhere around, and you had always wanted the opportunity to fully test the God of Fortitude’s stamina…

But everyone was fixated on the damn fighting that all your attempts at flirtation were largely unnoticed.  

So unfair…

But Thor would be celebrating his victory, his blood hot and passions inflamed. Surely Aphrodite wouldn’t object to you going to congratulate him...?

“Mother—”

“Ares, what did you think about the battle?”

You huffed and slumped in your chair as Ares approached, his grumpy expression brightening at your mother’s attention.

You settled for watching the muscles move under Thor’s skin as he began to leave the arena, the bodies of his foes dissolving at his feet. He glanced up into the stands, and you went still as his gaze met yours. For a (only slightly) embarrassing moment you feared he had somehow sensed your thoughts. You caught the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his stoic mouth, the faintest tilt of his head in acknowledgment, before turning and continuing on his way, quickly disappearing from sight.

Maybe if I’m quiet nobody will notice me sneak away…

You glanced around. Aphrodite was distracted talking with Ares, who at this moment only had eyes for her. Lord Zeus and Hermes were curiously absent from the King’s balcony, and Lord Shiva was gone too. You knew he was meant for Round Two, so you assumed he must have went to prepare.

Perhaps I should wish him good luck…

You slid out of your seat, casting one more look over your shoulder, then slowly crept towards the exit, careful not to make any noise.

Almost…almost…

Your fingers grazed the cool stone doors. You froze in place, waiting for a scolding, but you heard nothing but the murmur of the crowd, of gods chatting eagerly about the upcoming match.

You pushed the door open slowly, just a enough to slip through. It then closed behind you, leaving you in the dim light of the corridor outside.

Yes.

Elation flared within you, and you barely resisted dancing on the spot, your mind already whirling with possibilities. Biting down a grin, you started walking, glad you had decided to wear your most appealing outfit. There was time before the next Round, and plenty of people to spend time with…

It was, after all, good to consider one’s options.

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Sins of the Shrine - Chapter Two

Pairing: Heian!Sukuna x Reader

Rating: R

Word count: 2k

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Chapter Warnings: heian period brutality, light body horror, thriller, curses do exist, sexual themes, eventually, torture, threats, graphic depictions of blood, ryomen sukuna is his own warning, pre-transformation sukuna, potential manga spoilers

Summary:

The other miko had whispered of a shrine that separated the clearing of your own but you had forgotten their warning. It was very important, but you had forgotten it. A hushed warning about a demon that dwelled there, his cursed energy so thick it could choke you to death just by being in his presence- that's if you survived long enough for that to be your fate. Whether you come as a lover or an executioner, I am ready to receive you. -Agustin Gomez-Arcos

prologue ↠ i. ↠ ii.

You imagine most people’s first question upon meeting a deity are usually things like, ‘Are you here to kill me?’ or ‘Please, will you save my dying family?’ but you find yourself burning with a different question entirely. “Why are you wearing a woman’s kimono?” 

However, a question like that would certainly get you killed, so you of course do not ask it of the great Ryomen Sukuna, strongest jujutsu sorcerer of the realm and rumored deity. Oh, but you want to and you bite your tongue hard to refrain from asking something that could offend him. Yet despite the obviously gendered garb, it didn’t look ridiculous on him as it would many other men. He still cut an imposing figure despite the clash of styles, and he stood with one arm tucked into the slit of it to rest casually.

Instead, you stupidly blurt out a paltry excuse for a greeting that would have your extremely decorous father in absolute shambles had he heard it. 

“Oh, uhm, wow.” 

Sukuna continues to hover over you and you just simply do not move to greet him in any appropriate fashion, resigned to whatever fate he decides to bestow upon you. You weren’t even sure you could move when your legs still felt like those strange wiggly meat jellies you sometimes saw your father eating at the dinner table. When you don’t elaborate, his eyes narrow and it’s on the bleeding tip of your tongue to apologize when he chases away the silence with his question. 

“Do I scare you?” His manner of speech is a confusing mixture of rough and refined, his tone that of the aristocracy but the harsh words of a commoner. You take his question with every ounce of seriousness your body possesses though and take the time granted to you to study him. He certainly looks vaguely monstrous, his double set of eyes a ruby red so violent it makes you shiver. Yet, his unique carnation pink hair softens the harshness of his appearance and the beautiful markings on his face make your fingers ache to trace the unique pattern, wondering what the texture of ink on his skin would feel like. You’d never seen tattoos before though you had heard in the many years of eavesdropping on your servants that criminals and other unsavory types were branded similarly for all to see. Was his a mark of his misdeeds or something more symbolic? 

More of them peeked out from where his kimono had partially fallen open and it makes you want to know where else he had them. The thought was far too inappropriate and you flushed, hoping he wasn’t really a god and couldn’t read your impure thoughts. Your eyes dart back to his own and you realize he’s still waiting for your answer. 

What a patient god he was.

“You’re beautiful, actually.” Your genuinely awestruck reply doesn’t answer his question at all and you realize what you’ve said too late. Oh, that mouth of yours is going to get you killed absolutely for sure and you brace yourself for the mortal blow that never comes. In your cowardice, you had closed your eyes tightly against this particular death, unwilling to watch your guts be splattered across the lawn along with the disgusting curse next to you. After a moment, the realization sinks in that you were still alive and you risk a peek at the enigmatic sorcerer. It’s astonishing to you to find Sukuna looking positively stunned by your words and you wonder if no one had ever called him beautiful before. It would not occur to you until much later that it wasn’t that no one had ever commented upon this vision of a man, it’s that they never lived long enough after seeing it. 

He breaks your gaze first as the loud crack of a bone between teeth punctuates the otherwise quiet evening. Your gaze is drawn to see what he was staring at and find your dogs have made an absolute mess of the perfectly manicured temple lawn. The silence eats away at you the longer it hangs between the two of you and you realize you have grown accustomed to the general nattering of your shrine mates over the past moon cycle. A question suddenly tumbles tentatively from your lips if for no other reason than to confirm that you were, in fact, staring death in the face; his form a beautifully frightening man.

“I’m not mistaken to believe you’re Ryomen Sukuna, am I?” You ask faintly and his lips quirk up into a smirk in response while he continues to watch the dogs with idle interest. Your question granted you another few moments to live, but that’s if your heart didn’t give out first with how frantically it rattled around in your chest. It threatened to stop entirely when he replied, “So you do know who I am, and yet you don’t greet me properly.” 

Fair point. 

You thought about making the excuse of how your legs still felt too wobbly to move, but you had an inkling any excuse at all would be grounds for your immediate departure from life. 

“I’ve never met a god before so I’m not sure how one greets such a being.”  “Maybe you should try.” His voice lowered and his cursed energy sparks along your exposed skin like a threat. You scramble to your knees to bow low in the mockery of a formal greeting, relieved you didn’t fall face first into the grass and embarrass yourself further. The slight rustling of cloth has you lifting your head to find Sukuna crouching in front of you and you realize how close he is. He cups your chin between two clawed fingers and pulls your face inches from his to scrutinize you with an unreadable expression, his thumb nail pricking the soft flesh of your cheek. You fight the urge to jerk away from his grip, but being this close to him is agony. The desire to touch the markings on his face is unbearable but so is the smothering weight of his cursed energy. 

It makes you squirm and you want to tell him to stop but he has commanded you to do something for him. You don’t deny a demand from Ryomen Sukuna and live. Instead, you couldn’t take it anymore and you push back at his energy with your own until it doesn’t feel as biting; but not so much as to be perceived as a threat. His eyes widen imperceptibly at your resistance and you notice it this close to him, wondering just what it was you had done for him to look at you like that. It was on the tip of your tongue to ask when the loud, sickening sound of the dogs eating made it impossible for you to be courteous and you sigh heavily, abandoning the futile attempt at any courtly civility. Both of you glance to the side simultaneously at the noise and you can’t help but wince at the gruesome sight. 

“I’m sorry for that. They have terrible table manners.” You spoke in a low tone and he waves you off nonchalantly with his free hand.

“I’ve made worse messes here.” He mistakes your stricken expression for continued worry and offers a type of platitude he normally reserves for Uraume alone. “The rains will take care of it, it’s whatever.” 

Sukuna realizes he is still holding your face hostage and releases you abruptly. You bounce to your feet quickly, stuttering back a few steps to catch your breath and put some distance between the two of you; for what good that would do. One way or another you were certain Ryomen Sukuna was going to be the death of you.

“...Oh.” You stand there awkwardly and unsure of what’s going to happen next, your gaze alternating between staring at Sukuna and the sky. He doesn’t ask if you’re okay and you don’t take it personally because why would this great sorcerer be concerned over the well-being of one little mortal. Both of you soundlessly watch the demon dogs in silence eat the rest of the curse before trotting back over. His crimson eyes follow the dogs closely as they melt into your faint shadow cast by the moonlight and only turns that gaze back to you when they’ve disappeared completely. 

“What’s your cursed technique?” He asks and you can tell he’s curious. You only wish you had more to say to satiate it. 

“You know, I don't really understand it. The dogs just came to me one day when I was a child and decided they wished to live in my shadow.” You look over to find his attention on you and you shrug nonchalantly. “So I let them.” 

Interesting. Your voice reminds Sukuna of Uraume and it doesn’t annoy him, though you talk a little too much for his taste. It unnerves him that he's not annoyed, but he allows his curiosity free reign. 

“Are you from the shrine nearby? Did you get lost?” 

“...How did you know?” 

The narrowing of his eyes as they sweep down your body make you follow his line of sight and you laugh weakly. “Right, how silly of me. Yes, I recently came here after receiving formal training, but it’s not like I had much of a choice.” You sigh in quiet resignation, staring at the sky as a particularly bright star distracts you. You were growing more comfortable in his suffocating presence by the minute. “I don’t like it there.” 

“Stay here if you want then, I don’t care.” He paused and you noticed a suddenly strange expression on his face before he schooled it. Clearly done with the conversation, he suddenly turns to leave and his parting words float over his shoulder. “You can find your way back on your own, can’t you?” 

You nod quickly and turn to head back through the torii in which you arrived but pause as you remember the etiquette that at times had been quite literally beaten into you, swiveling in a rush of cloth. The untimely arrival of Uraume was unfortunate as your voice cracks loudly in the darkness and the white-haired attendant’s eyes widen with shock at the utterly disrespectful display towards their master. 

“Sukuna!” 

He half-turns to look at you and for the second time that night he is struck momentarily speechless, this time by how lovely you look caressed by the gentle illumination of the waning moonlight. The soft, trusting smile you offered to him was so devastating that he almost missed your simple but heartfelt words. 

“Thank you!” 

Your graceful bow was the result of an art perfected, but you straightened and turned to find a white-haired gender cryptid frowning at you with a basket full of plants in their arms. It surprises you and recognition flares as you remember them being in the forest earlier when you were being chased and how they hadn’t bothered to help you. The two of you stare at one another for a moment longer before you scamper past them and make your way back to the shrine to gather your things. 

Uraume traipses after Sukuna and it was burning into their mind to ask, but as they open their mouth the sorcerer cuts them off. 

“Don’t ask.” 

“Forgive my impertinence, but is it wise?” Uraume asks anyway and risks the ire of their master, though the rest of their sentence remains unsaid. However, the implication was clear that Sukuna’s attendant didn’t approve.

He grunted in response as they made their way inside the temple, too caught up in his own thoughts of the peculiar human that was you to bother answering Uraume. Sukuna didn’t usually question himself but for once, he wasn’t sure what the hell he had done that for either. 

Stay here if you want then, I don’t care. The words had come out of his mouth and Sukuna wondered for a moment if he had been possessed by something other than his own cursed life to offer this slip of a girl a place in his home. Granted, he did find her cursed technique interesting, but interesting enough to give her permission to stay? 

Well, he could always get rid of her if she became too much of a nuisance.

A/N: Thank you for reading chapter two. I hope you enjoyed Sukuna's appearance finally and I'm sorry it took so long but I wanted to properly set the story up. Please look forward to more. ♥

prologue ↠ i. ↠ ii.

#jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #ryomen x reader #ryomen sukuna x you #my writing #fanfiction #sukuna ryomen x reader #heian!sukuna #heian!sukuna x reader

[ladybellissima]

Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 6

"Clean this mess up..", Katakuri hissed pissed towards some servants and left. Frustrated he thought about (Y/N) 's expression and sighed deeply. Again he scared the hell out of her. Again the distance between them got bigger. It was too difficult.

"(Y/N) was worried… "

Pudding' s words popped up in his mind and he couldn't believe it. She wanted to see him? Wanted to see if he was okay? No one ever cared if he was alright. He was the strongest child of the Charlottes. There was no space for weakness. Only his perfect behavior and strength was expected from him. His heart pained even more after realizing that he pushed her away. She was getting comfortable around him and he destroyed it, like he always did. Like he used to do, if things got difficult. Maybe it was really unbelievable to think that he had a chance. But he was so angry. So damn angry. Seeing this man touching her and her shocked expression. He couldn't hold himself back anymore. Growling annoyed, he headed towards his room to get changed.

In the meantime (Y/N) was sitting in front of Pudding, who put make up on her flustered face.

"You think that dress is okay? Isn't it too tight?", she asked uneasy and looked down to her black dress which was showing her curves and underlining her chest perfectly.

"It's absolutely gorgeous. And with this make up and hair style…", she started to turn (Y/N) torwards her mirror. "he will fall for you once again…", Pudding spoke lovingly and (Y/N) gasped of her image. Her hair was pulled up into a beautiful ponytail with locks and her make up was making her eyes sparkle.

"Wow… Pudding. I never looked so great, but what do you mean with once again? ", she stuttered embarrassed.

"Believe me. My big brother never showed so much emotions. He usual is calm and how to describe it… Like a stone. Since he has you by his side, speaking with him is much easier. I know unbelievable right? You have a great impact on him and I can see it in his eyes. He always looks after you. ", she spoke, while sighing dreamingly.

" Re.. Really? Honestly I didn't notice that… ", (Y/N) spoke surprised and gave her reflection one last glance.

"…her words let my heart flutter… ", she smiled and for the first time she hoped to impress a man with her outfit.

The tea party started and Big mom was already sitting before her desserts, ready to eat them all. This party was a special one. Normally celebrated really extravagant, this time it was smaller and only Charlottes were invited. Looking from one child to another she stopped at Katakuri.

" where is your wife? "

Katakuri wasn't sure, if she would really dare to skip this party. Even if she was with Pudding and he shouted at her. No one skips Big Mom's parties. He hated this nervous feeling in his chest. He hated it to get worried about her all the time. Hell she was on his mind 24 hours a day. "She is with Pudding. They will come soon.", he spoke and got this feeling that something was up. Before he could take a glimpse of the future, the door opened and Pudding stepped inside.

"I am sorry Mama I needed time to get ready.", Pudding spoke and Katakuri's eyes went wide after (Y/N) stepped into the dining room. Shocked, his gaze wandered from head to toe. She was absolutely stunning. Shyly she locked eyes with Katakuri, who tried to stay frozen like he used to.

" Ahhh….we waited for you two…"

(Y/N) nodded and walked along the table to get her seat next to Katakuri. She avoided looking up to him. He would sure just look angry at her. The other siblings noticed the emotionless behavior of Katakuri  towards his wife and felt pity for her. He was so good at hiding his feelings, they even didn't recognize his blushing face after feeling her presence next to his.

" God Big brother. She looks so beautiful and you say nothing? If you don't do it. I will.", Oven nudged his brother's arm and gave him a glare to do something. Katakuri just opened his eyes and looked to his brother, who quickly looked away pale as a ghost. Sighing annoyed he looked down to his wife, who let his heart flutter with every move she did. How should he make her a compliment, while his family was staring?

"You are late…", he spoke in his usual demanding voice and got her attention, while the others rolled their eyes of their hopeless brother. He expect many things from sad to angry, but his wife slowly looked up to him with this sparkling eyes he loved so much and with a short "I know, I am sorry.." she gave him a big smile, which let the others get speechless.

"I am more and more sure that he doesn't deserve her.", Oven whispered stunned.

"God Oven shut up.", Brulee grumbled  annoyed.

"(Y/N) did you have a good time with my daughter Pudding? ", Big mom interrupted and gave Pudding, who was sitting next to her, an evil grin. All eyes were on her. Something she wanted to avoid at all cost.

"Yes mama. Your beautiful daughter Pudding was so kind to show me your castle.", (Y/N) answered nervously. Big mom laughed out loud amused and grabbed some cake.

"She beautiful? I would say it's okay. Thank God she is having this haircut.", Big mom joked amused and could see that (Y/N) didn't know. Pudding looked down sadly and made (Y/N) more confused.

"I don't understand Mama…", (Y/N) asked and Katakuri wanted to cut in, but his mother's laugh echoed through the hall loudly.

"I knew that she wouldn't show you.", she laughed and quickly lifted Puddings hair to relieve her third eye. Knowing how their mother could be, the others tried to stay silent and endure their mother's act.

"I still don't understand. I see a beautiful woman sitting next to you.", (Y/N) spoke seriously and let Pudding gasp of surprise. Quickly hiding her eye again, she thanked (Y/N), while slowly tears rolled down her face.

Even Katakuri was surprised that (Y/N) accepted her odd look without any irritation. On the other hand he felt his blood boil. Was she insane? Speaking against Mama was like running into a knife. Silently Big Mom gave Katakuri's wife an amused look. The others got nervous what was about to happen.

"I see. The taste of people are quite different, like the look they have on things.", she spoke and laughed again. Sighing in relief (Y/N) was happy to get over this heated moment. She knew that she played with fire. But never would she lie and make Pudding sad.

Katakuri's self control weakens and his aura was felt by the others. He knew all too well that his mother wouldn't let that stay this way. Sighing deeply to have such a troublemaker as wife, he knew that he was going to have a hard time to calm his mother's nerves later. But he would do it to keep her safe. And as her husband he was responsible for her.

"Back to business… in a few days Pudding will marry someone from the Vinsmokes. I want you to be on guard that everything goes smoothly. Katakuri I want you to stay by my side and have a good look on our guests to make sure there are no troubles. You will all take your weapons with you and hide them close by, because we will make sure that this wedding will be the last thing they see.", Big mom announced happily and stuffed her face with cakes, while the others nodded understandable. Only (Y/N) found the whole thing confusing, but wouldn't dare to ask any further.

The party went on, without any troubles. Most of the time (Y/N) watched the liquid of her green tea or tried a new dessert in silence. Katakuri wasn't moving an inch. Eyes closed he endured the party, but once in awhile he had to catch a short glimpse of her to be sure she was there by his side. The others found that quite amusing. Looking up to him (Y/N) noticed him staring and gave him a short smile. Embarrassed Katakuri looked quickly back up and did like nothing happened. "I think he likes my outfit…", she thought hopefully and felt a little better.

Brulee and the others started to leave and say their goodbyes to (Y/N). She had to admit that she got more comfortable with his family. Even if they looked scary with their weapons and armor.

"We will leave as well.", Katakuri spoke shortly and was about to get up, but big mom had other plans.

"My sweet (Y/N) I have something to discuss with you. ", Big mom spoke out of the blue. Nervous (Y/N) nodded and waited for her to go on. The others knew right away that (Y/N) was in trouble.

"How do you want to apologize for your behavior? Or does my son have to pay for letting that happen?", she spoke playfully and licked on an ice cream corn. Shocked (Y/N)'s look fell onto Katakuri who didn't show any reaction. She never would have thought that her words were disrespectful.

"I would also accept if he punishes you. As your husband he has the right to do so.", she added and looked into her shocked expression amused.

"Oh no. Are you scared now? Don't you dare to think of running away. You should quickly learn your place. You aren't allowed to go home ever again. Maybe I should tell Katakuri to get rid of you…i don't allow that you disgrace his reputation. As his wife you aren't allowed to speak against me. Ever. Soooo….. What to do with you…. What makes my anger towards you vanish", her evil look showed no mercy.

Just for saying the truth she had to pay with her life ?

And most of all, would he do that? Would he really hurt her and get rid of her?

They just started to speak with each other and honestly after he shouted at her, she wasn't sure anymore of what to think about him.

"(Y/N) is my wife and I am not going to change that. I take full responsibility, if she offended you Mama.", Katakuri stepped before her, while the others were gasping of his actions. (Y/N) felt tears in her eyes. She couldn't believe that he really wanted her to stay as his wife and also took her punishment. In a way she felt ashamed that she maybe was really disgracing his reputation.

" Hahahahha how loyal and brave my son. I didn't expect anything different. If you want her by your side so be it, but learn her some manners. She is your toy to play with.", Big mom spoke those hurtful words with a smile. Katakuri let everything happen. He just hoped that this would satisfy his mother and they could leave.

" But still I am not satisfied. What could your wife offer me that she is worth of staying under my protection?"

The room fell silent. Katakuri's heart was racing and he balled his fists. He would do anything for his mother, but he wanted to keep (Y/N) safe. His loyalty for his family was always his top priority, but since he made a vow and became a husband, he wanted and had to protect his wife too. The woman he fell deeply. For the first time he felt clueless of what to do. What could he offer to make her calm down?

"Mama would you be satisfied, if I bake you my special doughnuts?", (Y/N) asked and stunned everyone in the room. "(Y/N) stay behind me and keep quiet.", Katakuri ordered coldly and stressed.

"What makes your doughnuts so unresistable my dear?"

She couldn't hide anymore. She decided to take her life in her own hands and wanted to stand up for her mistakes. "I have special recipes from books and my home, which gave them an extra sweet taste. I will let you taste them Mama. Will you accept my apology? "

Smiling from ear to ear she laughed out loud. "Great great great. How could I deny that my sweet cupcake. We have a deal. In the meantime I eat some of mine now.", she looked for the doughnuts, but they were gone.

"Oh no… Ananana ate them! Where are the cooks?!", Brulee rushed out of the dining hall to get them.

"Doughnuuuuuts!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Shocked of the loud scream, (Y/N) 's body froze in the spot. Big mom punched the walls around her, while screaming for her desserts.

"Get the kids out of here. She is going berserk again!!!", Oven yelled and grabbed Ananana who laughed happily about this show.

Quickly Katakuri took (Y/N) bridal style and jumped through the broken walls to get out. Grabbing his vest for support, (Y/N) hid her face in his chest.  She could hear the screaming townspeople, who were running like crazy, while Big mom reached the busy streets of sweet city and growled like a monster. Never had she seen something such terrifying. Katakuri stopped at the other side of town and let his wife down.

"Stay here in safety and wait for me.", he spoke strained and rushed to his siblings to get their mother under control. Watching the scene from the distance, (Y/N) felt miserable. She was the cause of this disaster. Everything she did today ended in a disaster. Her look fell onto a small bakery and it was like her body moved on its own. She couldn't stand the thought of doing nothing. She wanted to help them. Help him. Quickly reaching the kitchen, she asked the owner to let her bake something.

"Miss (Y/N) sure. But please don't get yourself in danger.", he hurried outside to leave the town for safety.

Quickly she started to bake doughnuts. Skilled her hands flew across the table and used any ingredients she could find and put her creation into the oven. It felt unbearable to wait for the dough to bake. The shouting still lingering in the air, she finally got a basket full. Rushing out of the shop, she looked around and found them fighting close by. Running like crazy she got to Oven's side, who was shouting at Brulee.

"How could you drop them next to Mama. With every minute she gets stronger and destroys everything."

"I know damn it!! It was an accident. The doughnuts slipped out of my hands!"

Quickly she stepped to Brulee, who got eyes like saucers of seeing her here.

"(Y/N)!? Why are you here! Get out of here! You will get crushed!", she shouted, but fell silent after seeing the basket of doughnuts.

" (Y/N)!? What the fuck are you doing here. Go damn it!", Katakuri lost his temper before everyone, who were shocked to see their brother like that.

" Please take them! I am so sorry… ", her voice broke and tears rolled down her face. Ignoring his raging brother, Oven took the basket and rushed to his mother's side.

" Step aside!! ", he shouted and Katakuri jumped away, while Oven threw the basket into her mouth. Stopping immediately Big mom sat down, munching with a delighted moan.

"Soooooooo goooood……", she rubbed her stomach and got up like nothing happened.

"Who made these incredible doughnuts!?.", she asked happily. "These are from (Y/N) Mama.", Oven told her, while Katakuri's eyes widened. Turning around he found his wife by Brulee's side crying silently. "How wonderful!!! Tell her to make me some more.", Big mom sang and got up to go home.

"That was rough, but nobody got hurt..", Oven spoke relieved, but fell silent after seeing his brother. Pissed was an understatement.

"Oh dear…", Oven whispered, while watching Katakuri walking towards his wife, cold and threatening like a monster. (Y/N) knew she was screwed now. His look alone was enough to make her a shaken mess.

"We will go now. Take care of the rest.", he spoke coldly towards Brulee, who didn't know if she really should leave (Y/N) with his brother. "he won't hurt you. Never would my brother do that.. He cares for you, never forget that… But (Y/N) whatever happens…. Stay strong and maybe.. You can forgive him", she whispered and (Y/N) knew that she had to expect worse, because Brulee wasn't sure either.

"I.. I will do my best…", (Y/N) spoke helplessly.

"We go now!!!", Katakuri growled angered, which let Brulee step back quickly, while his wife rushed to his side to catch up with him.

"Please Big brother…. Think before you speak…", Brulee sighed deeply and already knew that he would mess up badly. The only time she saw her brother like that was as they were children. Since then he kept his feelings for himself. Seeing him like that was really out of character for him.

Hopefully (Y/N) was strong enough to endure.

#romance #fanfiction #karakuricharlotte #katakuri x reader

[iamnoonetodayortomorrow]

Goddess

"Who are you?" she asks.

On the face of it, a simple question.

Yet, coming from her it is not

In my eyes, she is a goddess

Down from Mt Olympus

She stands both before and above me

Towering not in stature, but in presence

"Who are you?" she asks.

I am dumbfounded

I am mute

I cannot answer

How does one as unworthy as I answer a goddess?

Who am I to educate a goddess?

"Who are you?" she asks.

From afar I worship her

As multitudes have before me

As legions will after me

Many, so many, have the audacity

To question her

To confront her

To conquer her

All have been

Dismissed

Destroyed

Obliterated

"Who are you?" she asks.

Unlike the countless who would offer all they had for a moment of her attention,

I cower

I shrink

I tremble

The intensity of her gaze

Would wither the strongest oak

The tone of her voice

Would subdue the mightiest warrior

The concept of her existence

Would fell the gods themselves

"Who are you?" she asks.

She turns away

In boredom?

In pity?

In dismissal?

I do not know

But in her wake

I rise to my knees

I raise my head

and say

"I am your servant."

051623

#goddess #my work #IamNoOneTodayOrTomorrow

[dorsey-divine]

The Binding Of God

Content Warning: Mentions of child death, religious trauma

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Now it came to pass after these things that God tested Abraham, and said to him, “Abraham!”

And he said “Here I am.”

Then He said, “Take now your son, your only son Isaac, whom you love, and go to the land of Moriah, and offer him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains of which I shall tell you.”

“Why do you desire Isaac, my Lord God?” asked Abraham.

“Do you not trust me Abraham?” asked God in return, surprised that His command was not immediately heeded.

“I do Almighty Father, Lord of Lords, and King of Kings, but before a ram was the sacrifice to your most holy Heavenly Father. Why now must my son be sacrificed?” Abraham asked again.

“Because I command it so.” Answered God. “Will you disobey my command?”

Abraham did not answer the Lord’s question, instead he asked, “If an earthly Lord ordered a son to be sacrificed in his name would he not be evil?”

“He would.” God told Abraham, “The killing of an innocent is a most high sin.”

“I would not obey that command from an earthly Lord.” Stated Abraham. “Whether it was my son Isaac or another man’s, for I follow your teachings and wisdom Lord.”

“That is noble and good Abraham.” Commended God.

“Yes it is. You are my Lord, and you command me to kill my beloved son in your name.” Abraham said, “Do you see now why I hesitate?”

“I do,” said God, “but I am not an earthly Lord. I am the most high God. I ask for your trust and faith Abraham.”

“But I am an earthly man, just as you made me.” Responded Abraham. “Would you kill your son Lord, if you had one?”

“I will one day.” Said God. “He will be your savior, delivered to your wretched and sinful earth by a virgin mother, and He will die for the sins of all humanity. Not only Him, but you humans are my children, made in my image.” God told Abraham.

“A father willing to strike down his child is no father at all.” Responded Abraham. “You say we humans are your children, but you call our home wretched and sinful. If you love us Lord, why leave us here?”

“Eve disobeyed me in the garden, do you not remember?” Asked God.

“The Original Sin, I remember Lord. She disobeyed your command not to eat the fruit of knowledge and was cast, along with her husband Adam, from Eden.” Abraham paused and seemed to weigh his words. “Her sin tainted us all Lord?”

“Yes.” Answered God. “Do you fear being rejected from my light as well?”

“I do.” Abraham told God, and his voice began to shake.

“You may weep Abraham.” God said to Abraham. And he did, for many hours, the terrible love and wrath of the Heavenly Father overwhelming him completely. Once his tears had run dry Abraham looked to the sky where the Lord was, waiting for his words. The Lord did not speak, so Abraham did.

“You truly are omniscient my Lord, so you know my heart.” Said Abraham. “I regret what I must say now.”

“I know Abraham.” God told his once faithful servant.

“I fear you Father,” Abraham began “I know you love me despite my sinful flesh and soul, but I fear you.” Abraham stood up straighter. “You are the one who taught me that fear is not the most powerful emotion, but instead forgiveness and love, and I have taken that lesson to heart.”

“I know you have Abraham.” Interrupted God. Abraham did not heed Him and continued to talk.

“I love you God. I love you for your grace, for your glory, for your patience, and for your love. My love for you is unlike what I feel for any other, but that does not make it the strongest love within my heart and soul. I love my son beyond what I can describe even to you Lord, and I choose him.”

This angered God. “You would damn your immortal soul and refuse to obey me?” His voice thundered throughout the Heavens and the earth.

“Yes Lord.” Said Abraham. “I would die one thousand deaths and suffer eternal damnation for my son.” And with that, Abraham walked away from God and back into his home.

After some time stewing in anger, the Lord sent an angel to speak to Abraham.

“Abraham! Abraham!” Called the angel.

“Here I am.” replied Abraham. “Why do you seek me angel?”

“I am a messenger of God,” said the angel, “He has asked me to speak with you. Will you still disobey him?”

“Yes, messenger of God, if he still commands me to sacrifice my only son.”

“He does.” Spoke the angel. “Do you not trust His purpose?”

“I trust His purpose as the creator and ruler of all time and space, but my son is mine, to do with as I will.” Abraham told the angel, as he had told God. “If my punishment is to be struck down and delivered to Hell do so now, if I am to die I do not want to linger.” Abraham dropped to his knees and looked up at the angel.

"I swear by myself,” declared the angel, on behalf of God “that because you have done this and have withheld your son, your only son, I will surely curse you and make your descendants as few as the stars on the earth and as the grass on the seashore. Your descendants will slave away in the cities of their enemies, and through your offspring all nations on earth will be condemned, because you have disobeyed me." After these words the angel flew back to Heaven and Abraham was left alone to weep for the future. He wished he had never doubted his Lord, and that his descendants would not be punished for it.

“Isaac!” He called out, rising to his feet.

“Here I am.” said his son, having run to meet Abraham’s call. “Are you alright?” he asked upon seeing his father’s face.

“Yes my son, I am, because you are here with me.” Abraham told Isaac, remembering why he had strayed from God. He stepped forward and took his son by the shoulders. “I love you more than anything Isaac.”

“I love you as well father. But why do you weep?”

“God has cursed my descendants, your children, and their children and all after. They will be few- and slaves to their enemies and bring misfortune upon all nations of the world. I disobeyed Him by denying to sacrificing you.” Abraham drew his son into an embrace. “I am sorry Isaac.”

Isaac thought for a moment, then spoke. “It is alright father, for if God has given us free will, and in His grace He has, then we may disobey his plans. I shall have many children and they shall bring joy and love to the world, and their children shall do the same, and all after. God’s light may no longer shine on our family, but your love shines on me, for you did not kill me. God’s love is mighty, but it is not yours, and yours is all I need.”

#short stories #religious trauma #short story #writing #catholic trauma #christianity #daddy issues

[hazardous-femme]

Oh your Highness, to belong to you like that would be such luxury, such sweet indulgence to be owned as you describe. To fill my days with the duty of serving and protecting you and my nights with the debauchery of falling under your spell is my greatest desire. Returning to your castle from battle would find me a desperate mutt at your feet, beaten and bloody and begging for more. Please, Sire, take me into your arms and torture me, press your fingers into the bruises I’ve gained against your enemies and dig your teeth into my open wounds, make me scream for you. I want to see only red and you, my liege. I want to feel only pain and you, my god. Use my body as your toy, I was made to serve you. When I knelt before you to be granted knighthood, your beauty and majesty tore my heart from my chest and remade me into your humble servant, your most fervent worshiper, your pet and your toy. You take such good care of me, darling prince, giving me what I need in a way no one else can. For that I owe you anything you could ask of me. Carve your name into my back and I’ll wage a path of destruction in the lands of your enemies that spells your name in blood. I’ll be your terror on the world if it means I am permitted to touch you, to taste and fill and breed you.

How you make my heart ache for you. Perhaps it’s the violence, the bloodshed, or maybe the subtle sweetness in taking lives under my name- but watching you describe desecrating the enemy in my name has gotten me horribly hot under the collar. Something about the way you’re prepared to tear through our opposers without a second though, all the please me, my my. I’m afraid it’s made me pine even harder for you. I will send you out to battle in full trust that you may return back. If you ever are captured, they will know the prince is not afraid to get dirty. Just as you are ready to draw blood for me, I am ready to start fires for you. I am equipped to rip apart mountains to get you back and safe in my chambers. My wrath will be known across kingdoms. But of course, I will never have to fret over that. You are my strongest, most capable knight. You make sure that I know that when you drive yourself into me over and over. Filling me with not only your seed, but a message. It’s not just anyone who could have the fair hand of a Prince, but one above all expectations. You are my dearest Knight. I’ll pepper you with as much kisses as I do bites. I’ll carve my name into your shoulder so everyone knows just who you belong to. Which prince it is that you devote your work towards.

#The Prince’s Mad Dog #tw nsft #Secret admirer #regency kink #royalty kink #Royal kink #prince kink #knight kink #mlm nsft #cw nsft

[birdhouseblog23]

Do you know what took me the longest time to realize playing Fate/Grand Order for at least 4-6 years now? 

That Berserkers are weak to Foreigner servants because of their lack of sanity. 

When you think about it, for a heroic spirit to become a berserker class servant they got rid of any sanity left in them to gain the power to defeat their enemies in the Holy Grail War. In some cases, a berserker class can be the weakest and strongest class because they are a power balance to weigh out the war from any other servants that might get a head start to fight them. In FGO Berserker servants and enemies gain a 2.0x double attacking power against any class of servant besides you know Foreniger class.

It’s crazy how the most cracked-out class unit of the game, let alone the fate franchise could be the most balanced by just selling the sanity for going berserk.

 But then Hercules exists.

To this very day, I am baffled that Hercules in his Berserker form is his WEAKEST form. It melts my brain just thinking about it because even in his weakest class he is a literal war machine let alone a straight-up beast doing unimaginable feats that question myself how insane the greek servants are in Fate.

(Don’t get me started on his list of noble phantasms like his 12 labors, God's Hand, and Maine of the Nameaon Lion because we would be here all day.)

Long story short The Berserker class is insane, which brings us to the Foreigner class and why they upset the power balance of the Berserker class.

Foreigners at the time were a class of servants that made contracts with beings beyond the fabric of reality. They are what we know are the Outer Gods and Elder Gods from the stories of H.P. Lovecraft. These are creatures that no mortal human can comprehend exist. Just looking at them can burn your brain to mush and losing your mind. Berserkers are no exception. The Elder Gods, Outer Gods, and The Old Ones all consume chaos and insanity as their drive, berserkers lack not enough sanity to fight a foreigner. If we’re going by not only the lore of H.P. Lovecraft and Fate lore chances are the berserkers have a fighting chance, but then lies the problem.

While half of the roasters of berserkers do have sanity left in them to function freely they are limited by their madness enhancement. Even some of the Foreigner class servants currently in the fgo roaster are alien's life forms from our solar system and universes that aren’t in contact with any Outer God.

MHX, MHX Alter, Mysterious Ranmaru X- Servantverse

Voyager- Satellite of Pan-Human History

The Types/Ultimate Ones- Alien Life forms

The Olympians- Gundams

Mesoamerican Gods- Gundams but if they were spiders

Now we do have the Salem manga in the Epic of Remnant manga series being published so we might have a chance to see a berserker and foreigner fight each other. Unfortunately, I don’t where to read the translated manga online so I don’t mind waiting for the pages to be translated into English let's hope for the best!

(I would also add in the Mooncell since it is also alien in origin but my brain cells aren’t ready to go back to the Extra lore. I don’t wanna go back please.)

#fategrand order #fate series #fgo #Herc the Zerc #Berserker Class #Foreigner Class #Hercules #It took me too long to realize this but here we go #Head empty only Herc the Zerk

[smitten-with-beefy-sweethearts]

"🌨️🥶Winter and Autumn😤🌩️"

Fanfic: featuring the the complicated relationship of (female)Reader and king Desha.

Also on AO3.

Chapter 1

SUMMARY:

Reader finds themselves in the world of Ousama Ranking yeah it's one of those stories. Reader tries their best to survive in the Underworld during the civil war between the King and his three sons. She develops an uneasy alliance with the Princes, eventually which grows into a friendship, and afterwards into romantic feelings for the Oldest brother. The two of them have a falling out, and she leaves him to the dust. Almost a decade later the two of them are reunited. Reader find herself torn, either to finally get back to her true home or stay in this fairy tale. Happy ending most likely not guaranteed.

TRIGGER WARNINGS/TAGS:

18 + story/ angst, angst and some more angst/ we only serve angst here/ death/ extreme violence/ war/ canon typical violence/ torture/ blood/ tragedy/ strangers to friends to lovers/ mutual pining/ slow burn/ self-esteem issues/ childhood trauma/ reader x king desha.

Author's note:

No Desha yet, we need to establish a lot of backstory before. Also, major trigger warning for child death/murder.

Winter and Autumn chapter 2 – Guilt

A couple of weeks had passed or perhaps more, you weren’t exactly sure. For the time being no harm had come your way. Still, you stayed vigilant for when the King or his loyal servants should return.

But every other night you found yourself visited by the kind scullery maid named Oona.

You had found out from her, that you were apparently in the Kingdom of the Underworld – a place located below the surface of the earth. Currently you were kept prisoner in the dungeons under the King’s castle. You really were in Hell, weren’t you.

But there was good even in this place. Thanks to Oona’s tender care your wounds were all practically healed. She had some special potion, that made the wounds heal a lot faster than normal.

“Don’t you worry about them scars. Every woman gets a few during her life-time."

“Here I got ya some bread. It’s not fresh, but still good,” she handed you a small bread bun. The two of you were sitting on the floor with your backs against the warm wall, behind which hot water flowed.

“Oona, you are spoiling me,” you whisper back to her.

“But I have to ask, why are you helping me? My wounds? The food?”

“Every single time you come to visit me I worry you might get caught.”

She lets out a deep sigh before answering: “I couldn’t bare to do nothing. I’ve been so idle for so long, too scared to do anything. The rest of the servants, and especially the knights – they are all used it. But I…”

“I just can’t pretend I am alright with the way the King treats his subjects.”

“I had to do something, anything really. I can’t stand by any longer and let innocent people die…”

A feeling of dread went through your heart. You weren’t the only victim of the ruthless King Saturn.

“What exactly has he done?”

“Murdered hundreds of the small-folk. They say he drinks their blood.”

“Does some dark magic with their corpses. They say he is obsessed with living forever.”

“My friend, my fellow scullery maid Leia, her whole village was wiped out by him. I suspect, she was also murdered..”

“That’s absolutely terrible! That fucking bastard!”

“Lower your voice, (Y/N),” she scolded you.

“But I do agree with you.”

“But isn’t there something that could be done? He is one man against many.”

She shook her head: “He is an extremely powerful God, no-one is able defeat him in battle. Not even the strongest warriors, or the wild beasts of the Underworld, or great magic-users.”

“The King can see right through your thoughts. He can cast a lighting storm so devastating it can bring a whole castle to ruin.”

“Worst of all, he punishes all who dare go against him, by cutting them down with his enormous scythe.”

You stayed silent for a moment before replying.

“I am so sorry about your friend and her village…”

She gave you a weak smile: “That’s why I can’t let anything bad happen to my new friend.”

“Me?”

You heard her laugh as response.

“I am going to help you find a way out of this place. You know, I am not the only one, who is working against the King. Where do you think I got this expensive medicine from? I could never afford it myself.”

“Wait, who else knows you are helping me?”

“I can’t tell you yet. But know this, the King’s three sons rebelled against him, a little before your arrival it happened. Oh, you should have seen it. It was a huge fight, that turned into a great battle. Now the Princes are in hiding, surely gathering a worthy army against their Father’s rule.”

“But us small-folk we are also doing our best to fight the King, in our own way that is.”

“Now stay patient,” and with those last words it was time for her to sneak off again.

But all Good things must come to an end.

Saturn entered your prison cell the next day.

He wasn’t alone, with him he had a small peasant child. The little boy looked absolutely terrified.

Your gut feeling was screaming at you that something beyond awful was about to happen.

“Oh, what’s this? You seemed to be doing a lot better than the last time I saw you. Did you think I forgot about you?”

“This will be the last time, I ask of you. Give me your pitiful worthless soul woman! All you have to do is say your soul belongs to me!”

“Understood?!”

You reluctantly shook your head.

“Perhaps this will change your mind!” he shouted as he grabbed the small child into his large hand. It was big enough to easily wrap around the small crying boy.

“I AM GOING CRUSH THIS LITTLE BRAT TO DEATH IF YOU WON’T OBEY ME! DO YOU HEAR ME!”

“Choose carefully now, your life or the child’s life?” Saturn spoke as he tightened his grip on the small child.

It wailed loudly for it’s mother.

In this moment the dudgeon got eerily cold.

You were no match for the King, but even so you found yourself acting.

You rushed the King, kicking and screaming at him.

You tried your best to have him release his grip on the poor kid. He looked utterly unmoved by your actions. Only when you bit his palm hard enough to draw blood – you were desperate, did he struck you with his other hand, tossing you to the opposite side of the room.

“Wrong answer wench. I am giving you one more chance to do the right thing. Don’t tell me you are really so selfish to choose your own life over the child’s?”

“I…”

“I can’t…”

“Is that your answer? You’ll die either way you know. You could spare this child’s life?”

You answered with a trembling voice: “I can’t, because then...Then you’ll truly become immortal.”

And who then would be able to defeat him? No-one!

“Please, just stop! Don’t hurt the child. Please, hurt me instead! It’s not their fault! Please let him go and have him returned to his mother! I BEG YOU, PLEASE!” you cried out.

“I’ll do anything, everything that you want. I just can’t give you my soul. Please! Please!!! Please let the child go,” you continued to beg on your knees.

But instead a bolt of lighting went through Saturn’s hand and equally the child. The King looked utterly disappointed in you.

He opened his palm and let the dead child fall to the floor. You immediately rushed towards the little boy grabbing him into your arms, only to have a painful wave of shock course through your hands. You were forced to place the boy back on the floor.

“YOU FUCKING MONSTER! YOU SON OF A BITCH!” you lashed out once again, throwing punches at the King.

This time he hit you even harder, kicking you straight in the ribs with his left foot. You found yourself yet again on the other end of the room, blood tripping from your mouth this time.

“I made myself very clear earlier, and you still refused me. This is your fault,” he said pointing at the deceased child.

“You can only blame yourself for this. I would have let the kid live.”

“Now, you can stay in this prison for the rest of your short miserable life. Soon you’ll be joining that child. No food or water will be delivered to you. You can rot here until the rest of your days.”

“Or perhaps I’ll return tomorrow with another child. That might change your mind!”

And with that last sentence he slammed the door shut.

You crawled across the floor sobbing.

When Oona finally showed up to visit you, she found you crying silently as you rocked back and forth the murdered boy cradled in your arms.

“I am so sorry, I am so sorry. This is all my fault, all my fault…” you kept repeating.

A light show of snowfall could be seen all around you in the cell.

#tw: child death #tw: violence #tw: death #ousama ranking #ranking of kings #king desha #king desha x reader #no beta we fight like dorshe

[newpersonteeth11]

Daniel Harvey/God Apollo

You (Robert Conway - 66m) were a four-star General of the United States, and the Commandant of the Marine Corps. You worked at the Marine Headquarters, in Richmond Virginia.

That year, a new member of your security detail was added, Staff Sergeant Daniel Harvey (21m). He rose the ranks very quickly, as the average age for a Staff Sergeant was 33. Furthermore, he was personally added to your detail by Brigadier General Owen Jackson. What you didn't know was that Danny had made Owen Jackson, and two other junior officers into his personal servants with his godly muscles, and Alpha mind. When he walked, people got out of the way. Moreover, his paycheque was the highest of any Staff Sergeant, at $150,000, personally set by Owen Jackson. While other members of your detail were strictly loyal, ready to lay their lives down for you and the country, Danny wasn't. He didn't salute you, he didn't follow your orders without question, and he did what he wanted. You had had enough of him, and went to the private gym for your detail to dishonourably discharge him from not just your detail, but the marines as a whole.

When you saw him, there was a crowd around him all of them looking at him admiringly. When you arrived, nobody saluted you, too fixated on Danny's godly muscles. You were immediately in awe of his muscles, but you didn't say anything. When he noticed you, he just casually said, "Just a second Bob". (He was supposed to immediately stop, stand at attention, salute you, and wait for commands). You were going to correct him, but his powerful grunts put your mind into submission and you just stood waiting for him. After a few minutes, he finished his reps, with over fourty other soldiers clapping and calling him Apollo, the strongest and most handsome Greek God.

He then walked up to you, everyone got out of his way and apologised for being there, and then said, "What do you want, Bob?" You were in awe of his perfect muscles, and just said something about wanting to check in with his detail. "Don't bother me next time, Can't you tell I'm busy?" he said, intimidatingly. "Oh, im so sorry Daniel" you said, embarrassed. He just rolled his eyes in response, and went back to lifting, and after he sat down, he noticed you were leaving, he just said, "Sit, I want to talk to you later." You didn't know why, but whenever you looked at him your self-confidence, dignity, and pride all vanished, you obeyed and sat, waiting. After fifteen minutes, you tried to turn on your phone, but Danny told you to stop and sit in silence.

After an hour, he finished his exercise and got into his uniform. "Bobby, I forgot you were there." he said. "Um, You said you wanted to talk to me about something" you replied, wearily. "Right, sorry I was a bit busy with more important things.

What I was going to say was, Don't ever, ever bother me with something unimportant." You replied, "Of course, Daniel" and continued sitting. "Oh, you can go now" he then said, carelessly and you left the seat, knowing you missing two important meetings. That night, at 1:00 am your phone rang. It was the emergency line that only generals had the number to. You immediately woke up, and answered the phone saying, "This is General Conway, what is the situation?" You were expecting to hear about casualties, or some other major situation. Instead you were surprised with, "Yo, Bobby, get your bitch ass to the gym, right now with some beer." "Daniel?" you replied in confusion. "Of fucking course, dumbass, Gym, Beer Now, Bitch." He replied, firmly, then the line went silent. You knew that alcohol was strictly prohibited to all officers below the rank of Colonel. You immediately got dressed, got a six pack of Dos Equis, and drove like a mad-man to get to the Gym, on the other side of the complex. Fifteen minutes later, you arrived and entered the gym with the beer.

When you arrived, you saw him in all of his glory, shirtless and menacing. When he saw you, he began ranting loudly, "When I said, get to the Gym now, what did you think that meant?" Before you could respond, he contiuned, "Looky here, I mean, I knew faggots were dumbasses, but fuck you're just retarded. You began, "Well, um, it isn't possible to get from my house to the gym in less than fifteen minute-"

You were cut off by his yelling, "Bitch, don't speak 'till spoken to. Fuckin' retard" His voice was so loud, that the ground shook and you could hear chains rattling. "Now," he roared

Stand at attention, fag." he continued, leaning forward revealing his godly body and his intoxicating pit musk, which quickly filled up the massive gym. You didn't know why, but you automatically immediately stood-up straight at attention, saluting. "Good maggot" Then, a guard entered the gym, as he heard the yelling. He saw the situation, and stared confused. Danny yelled, "Salute, retard." The MP then immediately saluted, and stood at attention, waiting for commands. "Give me the beer, bitch" Danny ordered, and you marched (formally) to him to hand him a bottle. "Dos Equis!?" he screamed in frustration.

"Does it look like I drink this shit?" "Um, well I, uh-" you stammered. Danny took the glass bottle and broke it on your skull, showering you in beer and glass. You fell to the ground, while Danny stepped over you and walked up to the guard, who was shaking in fear. Get me a six-pack of Budweiser, now. he ordered, and the guard ran to get him the beer. Three minutes later, the guard returned with the six pack, and Danny took it from him, while the guard went back into attention. By then, you had gotten up, but you were bleeding on your skull. Danny then said, "You want some" in a mocking way. He then pointed at you and roared, "Knees. Now." You immediately got on your knees, while Danny chugged two beers.

Then, he took off his pants, and flexed while he emptied his alpha bladder into your mouth, saying, "Don't spill a drop, or you'll have to lick it up!"

After, he finished his reps and then ordered you to take him to your living space, a 3,000 sq. ft. house. And, for extra fun, he ordered you to do a "death march". You had to march with a thirty pound weight, which he lifted easily with his finger, and it was tied to your neck, if you dropped it, it would choke you out. As well, if you dropped it, slowed down, or fell, ten pounds would be added, and you would be punched. Finally, if you couldn't get to your house by the end of the night, Danny would, easily, beat you to death. You replied, "Sir yes sir" and carried it.

One mile in, you fell in the hallway, and as promised, Danny punched you in the gut, and added a ten-pound weight. Another half-a-mile in, Danny said you were going to slow, and punched you again, this time in the face, and put another twenty-pound weight on. You asked why it was twenty-pounds, instead of ten pounds. He then yelled, "Don't ever question me!" and punched you again. Finally, after much effort, you reached your home.

When you arrived, Danny knocked you out in one punch (only 15% of his power), and left your unconscious body on the floor. The next morning, he woke you up by throwing a clock at your head. When you woke up, you immediately stood at attention, saluting, saying, "Sir, General Conway At Attention" You had blood everywhere, due to the clock and glass bottle, as well as being punched three times, so Danny ordered you to, "Clean yourself up in ten minutes" After ten minutes, you were dressed to the nines and standing at attention. Then, Danny ordered you to call an emergency meeting of the entire complex, 2,500 soldiers, at the stage.

There, Danny was proclaimed the new Supreme Leader of the Marines. Then, Danny announced that his name was Danny no longer, but God Apollo, as many called him already, and he proclaimed himself the new God of The World. You were only allowed to refer to him as My Divine God, My Divine Liege, or My Superior God.

Then he took off his shirt, raised his hands, and ordered everyone to chant, "Hail God Apollo" His godly body immediately made almost everyone in the camp his new slave. After four minutes, he noticed some people still had free will.

He just smiled, and the ordered all guards to hunt down "The Infidels". One hour later, 142 "infidels" were bound up, and put in a pen.

Then, God Apollo entered the pen, and using just his fist, massacred every single non-believer. The gates to the camp were sealed, only openable with a code that God Apollo had, and a camp hierarchy was instituted.

There were four categories of men, excluding him, of course, as he was "a god amongst men". White strong men became the higher class of the new system, making up the newly created Holy Legion (which was the army, a secret branch, known as Apollo's Knights left in the night, kidnapped people, and executed any enemies of Apollo.) and Apollo's Holy Guard (which was the private guard of God Apollo.). They normally owned slaves, however even though they had slaves, they were still under The Divine God Apollo. Below them, were the weak White men, who became servants, and were allowed to own property, however they usually were not wealthy. Under them, were Coloured men (Non-white, but not black), they were slaves, and had no rights. They were either owned by a Superior White Man, or directly owned by The Divine God Apollo himself. The last class, was the Dissenters, who's jobs consisted of digging mass graves, including their own at times, being beaten (Superior White Men usually purchased Dissenters for cheap, and beat them to death for fun.), and even being tortured for entertainment, among other things. Women, in Apollo's Holy Empire, had no rights, and were only considered child bearers and raisers. They were fully owned by their fathers or husbands, and their husbands had the right to fuck them at any time they pleased. Furthermore, anyone considered "Inferior", including homosexuals, followers of religions that didn't include Our Divine God Apollo, and crippleds, along with anyone considered detrimental to the empire, would be exterminated either by execution by God Apollo, or his Knights, or by working. Furthermore, all urine from White men would be recaptured, and would become the only source of hydration for "Inferiors". Two months after Our Divine God Apollo rightfully completed his holy takeover of the empire, a revolution broke out, led by Dissenter Eli Hanigan (offically Dissenter-2304). Over three hundred people revolted, and attempted to escape and overthrow Our Superior God Apollo.

Our Divine God Apollo quickly subdued the revolution by killing over 272 of the rioters, by hand in just an hour.

The leader's dead body was dipped in Alpha Piss, and hung up at the gate of the camp, until the body decomposed two months later. You were made the personal slave of Our Superior God Apollo, serving him in everyway he required. From then, billions of dollars of the Marines budget was redirected to "Operational Expences" or Our Superior God Apollo, who got a diamond crown, a nine-foot, 18k gold statue of Our Superior God Apollo, and who also bought over 200 mansions, penthouses, and castles around the world. As well, a football league was set up, which

Our Superior God Apollo plays in, and, since nobody wanted to play against him, him and a group of White Men play against Inferiors that are killed if they refuse to play and if they lose, since Our Superior God Apollo could never lose, they always are killed. As well, Superior God Apollo occasionally left his holy empire to convert special targets.

[abandonedbun]

Thank you! Without further ado, I present to you the scenario/idea that I had in my mind for two, or three days, I don't remember more correctly, sorry💦

So, in the Oletus Manor we basically have two Gods in faces of Hastur, aka the King in Yellow, aka The Feaster, and Yidhra, aka the Dream Witch (her servants give me ptsd-), and after reading multiple scenarios, I though

"What if you, the New Hunter, turned out to be one of their followers? But not just the regular one, but one of the strongest/unique/closest Followers? And they sort of like go "oh"? "

Like, Yidhra doesn’t even believe at first, I mean, her followers are basically connected to her (If I am correct...), why would she rush to see you? However, when she hears rumors, descriptions, she gets quite... curious. Survivors, clenching their fists, gritting their teeth, describe a person with long snake tail, lifeless eyes, half-developed two sets of three claws, and that was dressed up in "ragged, dirty, black cloth". They talk about abilities, and rarely, rarely about their grin, full of razor-sharp teeth. And then, one day, she sees you. And you see her.

Now the Manor has one and a half snake-people that'll probably give you nightmares! But, hey, Yidhra loves to play with your hair, just do not look at her wagging tail tip)

Hastur is like "don't.". Like, he had a lot of followers, churches, and, admit it, it can be just some kind of crazy, driven by god-know-what delusional person. Simply, he was disinterested. Like, really disinterested.

Your first encounter? Duo Hunters match. But what about the lobby? You were encloaked in some kind of mantle, fully hiding your features. The only thing he could sense was your smell of water, and your sloooooow breathing. And then, the match.

He saw you from afar, your multiple red eyes, tentacle-arms, the abscense of the mouth. Your own tentacles, which you summoned, was smaller than his own, but faster. Sure, you wore a black robe instead of Yellow, but he could recognize those powers anywhere. He approaches you after the match, towering above you and feeling a sense of pride when you call him "Our Lord.". Although he couldn't smile, he sure would, since he feels how the forgotten, abandoned knowledge in your form, returned to him (why does it sounds romantic-).

What do you think? 👀

-Vit

SOUNDS SO COOL AND INTERESTING :3

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Coming to Christ & Taking God at His Word

What is Faith?

Faith is not a currency that we accumulate and spend. It’s not a commodity or a force. 

Faith is humble trust in a Person and the words He speaks. That Person is the triune God. Faith is a looking away from self and a looking to Christ. Faith is being bankrupt of self trust and standing only upon Who God says He is and What He has done and promises to do.

  The suffering sick woman (Mark 5:22-43) believed that Jesus was who He claimed to be and she believed He would heal her. God gave her that faith.

Now we know that sometimes He says, “My grace is sufficient for you in your weakness," and He doesn’t always choose to heal. But our faith is in all that He is. Our faith isn’t just positive vibes for a happy outcome, but real trust that Jesus saves and will present us blameless before His Father on the last day. It is both a restful depending and a desperate grasping of Who He is and What He’s done in redemption.

Jesus tells blind Bartimaeus, “Receive your sight. Your faith has made you well”. But you may ask, “How do I know if I have enough faith to make me well”? Well, dear friend, it doesn’t matter how MUCH faith you have. What matters is WHO you put your faith IN.

  The faith of Bartimaeus was in the Person of the Son of David. He didn’t look within himself to see how much faith he had. He looked outside of Himself to the one who could meet his need. He cried out and was heard, not because he was loud enough but because the one to whom he cried always hears. Your faith might actually be pretty weak, but as Sinclair Ferguson has said,

“The weakest faith and the strongest faith both get the same strong Christ.”

  Do you feel that your faith is weak? Remember that He does not extinguish the smoldering wick nor does he crush the bruised reed. He knows your feeble frame. He is aware that you are dust. He called the disciples “little faiths” but nonetheless He was not ashamed to call them brothers. They were His sheep and He promised to never lose them.

  So what do you need the Son of David to do for you tonight? Do you have a heavy conscience and need help killing sin? Don’t be hindered. Come. Like the crowd tried to shut up Bartimaeus, the lies of the world, the flesh, and the devil will try to shut you up when you begin to cry out for mercy but don’t let them. Don’t be silent. Cry out and run to Jesus, putting all your trust in Him. He will make you well.

  Do some of you have a hardened and seared conscience and this Gospel meal doesn’t taste very good to you? Then you too, come, don’t be hindered by your feelings. Cry to the one able to soften your heart…Ask Him to show you the seriousness of sin and the sweetness of the Savior. He is able and He won’t turn you away no matter how far you’ve strayed. You come to the God of prodigals who won’t take you back as a servant but as a son…as a daughter. He won’t wait for you to come begging but will run out to meet you with a robe for your back and a ring for your finger.

  Christians sing amazing grace for a reason. “Amazing grace, how SWEET the sound that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now I’m found, was blind but now I see.”

  So what is Christianity? Christianity is Christ and Him crucified to bring guilty sinners to God. It is grieving deeply yet receiving freely. It is taking God at His Word. It’s about confessing your need to the One eager to meet that need. It’s about coming to the Savior. So, Come and keep on coming to Christ. He will NOT turn you away. The Father’s table is prepared for His beloved people to come home.

  Let’s conclude with the dying words of John Newton, the author of “Amazing Grace”. He said, “Although my memory’s fading, I remember two things very clearly. I am a great sinner and Christ is a great Savior!”

Amen. ✝️