#please lord i don’t need this evil in my life…

[gothicayomi]

#I’ll straight up kill my setf don’t piss me off #dad for one #all for one #bnha #mha #hisashi midoriya #dfo just hits different is legendary is god tier etc etc #also I hate nana x afo it makes me evil slash neg #LOLLLLLLLL #bye #boku no hero academia #my hero acedamia #wtf else I tag this as #idk man I read one (1) post and now I’m on the verge of hysteria #please lord i don’t need this evil in my life…

[chaoticbardlady99]

She's My Religion (Part 1: She's Cold, She's Dark, She's Cynical) Astarion x F! Reader

   Hello! I have been plagued with an idea! Enjoy! This will probably be a four part story, but I am not sure just yet!

Title from song “She’s My Religion” by Pale Waves

CW: Parental death, grief, murder, domestic violence, mentions of physical abuse, mentions of emotional abuse.

Synopsis- You are a paladin under the Oath of Vengeance. You escaped the noble life that was unwillingly thrust upon you. Now, on your way to kill your evil step-father while trying to find a solution for the parasite in your head- you find out he’s promised your hand in marriage to Lord Cazador Szarr and that he’s taken your mom’s life. Looking for some comfort- you go to Astarion, but you don’t hear the words you were hoping for.

*Gif does not belong to me- could not find original owner

Karlach whoops and cheers as she releases you from a rib crushing hug- Wyll and Gale are grinning from ear to ear. You are all elated for her that Dammon was able to figure out how to cool down her engine- even if temporarily.

  You know that she doesn’t want to hear about the future and the harm not going back to Avernus will cause so you don’t say anything while Wyll tries to lecture her. You are barely listening as the two of them go back and forth, but when Wyll glances back at you with a look that screams, “Can you please help me out over here?”

  You chuckle at your close friend’s distress and shake your head at him. Wyll adores Karlach- you know he would give her his own heart if he could. He just needs to let her come to her own decision- you’d like to think that Karlach might decide to go back until they can come up with a permanent solution. However, at the end of the day, it’s Karlach’s decision. You are just as unhappy with the impending doom your bubbly companion is facing, but that is not your weight to carry.

  “Unfortunately Wyll, I am going to support whatever Karlach wants to do for as long as I can emotionally tolerate it,” you give Karlach a playful punch in the arm, “you’re not allowed to die on me, ya know?”

  Karlach rolls her eyes and smiles- pulling you in for an awkward walking side hug.

 “Don’t worry Soldier- I’m not planning on going anywhere.”

    You all begin to head back to camp from Last Light Inn when Jaheira calls you from afar, waving you over. You look at your companions and they look back at you- equally as confused. You tell them that you will catch up with them in a little bit and they leave you there alone. Cautiously, you walk towards her- she did just threaten to kill you not even 72 hours ago and what an eventful 72 hours it has been. 

  You killed a devil, almost died killing that Devil, found out Astarion’s life is in far more danger than initially thought, watched Astarion convince a weird man to drink himself to death, watched an even weirder man be inhabited by a dead lady, fought shadows, and now, Karlach can hug people. 

  Life could not be any weirder, but you gladly welcome it over the mansion you had been trapped in after your mother married your step-father. The day you escaped from there had been bliss- despite how much you miss your mother. Your mother had been of noble human blood before she met your father (an elf). After one late night tryst and falling pregnant, her title had fallen significantly. She married your father and you had all lived happily together in Baldur’s Gate. You grew up poor, but Duke Ravenguard always tried to make sure you and your family had been taken care of. You grew up with Wyll Ravenguard and you have been tight knit friends almost your whole lives. 

  Until you were 14.

  Count Bridril Von, a high Sorcerer, had not forgotten your mother nor her breaking her promise to marry him by becoming pregnant by another. After your father died, he found your mother and enchanted her to become a mindless puppet. She would break occasionally, but ultimately you were left to fend for yourself against your 9 step-siblings (5 girls, 4 boys) and Bridril Von- who enjoyed taking out all his anger and hatred for your father on you. The only times he would claim you as one of his own would be when you had competed in various competitions and won- outranking his sons. The publicity he got from having a little sharp shooter and for “raising his darling step-daughter after she so horribly lost her hero father” was incredible. You became a show pony- a pretty, malleable little thing that was forced to perform and excel so that she could be treated with basic respect.

 The minute you were able to escape the Mansion from the Hells, you ran to the docks, bought a ticket to Silverymoon, took an Oath of Vengeance, and now you are here with an illithid parasite in your head. At first you had thought you were the unluckiest person in the world when you were kidnapped by a mind flayer, but your companions have quickly made the whole journey worthwhile- Astarion especially.

  You had met him before in your previous life as a troublemaking bastard and you had had conversations before- nothing too crazy nor serious, just quips and flirting back and forth. Astarion had been at the mansion frequently or you at the palace because your oldest step-sister, Daisy Von, is (was?) due to marry Lord Cazador Szarr. It was no secret to anyone, not even Daisy, that Cazador wants to marry you due to your likeness of a long lost love of his, but you are not of royal blood. Cazador would lose his alliance with Bridril if he married his boorish, rebellious, and unwanted step-daughter- despite your many achievements. You were grateful. You didn’t want to marry the man and Daisy was foolishly smitten- she could have him for all you care. That was your mentality before you knew he was a Master Vampire.

  Your family and Astarion’s ‘family’ spent a lot of time together. Astarion had become your escort around the palace grounds because Bridril did not want you to take the spotlight away from Daisy. 

 Originally, it had been Pale Petras, but you had unceremoniously kicked him in the balls after he had said something rather unbecoming towards you and had to be physically dragged away by Leon before he tried to kill you or worse. Astarion had immediately taken a liking to you for that alone. 

  When you had stumbled upon each other at the beach after the Nautiloid crash, it had been a little over two years since you had last seen each other. Without the watchful eyes of Cazador, your friendship and romantic relationship has blossomed. 

   You had been weary at first, worried that he was just getting close to you because he knew how much it would piss off Cazador if Astarion were to be with the one person Cazador could not have. Now, you are about 95 percent sure that isn’t the case, but you remain alert- just in case. 

  You are used to being used for an upperhand in the world and you hope everyday that you are more than an advantage against Cazador to him because he truly means everything to you. 

  Which is maybe why you are quite agitated with Jaheira taking precious minutes away from you that could be spent with your love. You offer her a smile as she holds out a letter.

 “A letter? For me? Oh Jaheira, you shouldn’t have!”

   Jaheira hides her amusement behind a scowl, “it came through here magically. Rolan was able to calm down the little portal it came flying through- I suggest waiting until you reach Baldur’s Gate to be sending and receiving mail.”

   You apologize and walk towards camp, opening and reading the contents in the letter. The letter rips open your entire body and it feels like the ground is going to cave in. You read and reread the letter multiple times- standing between the edge of Last Light Inn and the edge of Camp, not even 5 feet away. 

  Tav,

  My name is Mary, I was your mother’s lady in waiting. You were always so busy that we never got the opportunity to meet. I am sorry to tell you that I only have bad news.

 The Count had received an offer from Lord Cazador Szarr two weeks ago regarding marrying you that he is not going to refuse- initially he was, but then you continued to not come home and he became bitter. 

  Cazador expressed urgency regarding getting you back to Baldur’s Gate. Bridril has hired mercenaries to hunt for you.

  Bridril killed your mother- the whispers in the castle say it was not an easy or quick death. My understanding is that you took an Oath of Vengeance so I hope Bridril is on your list. Your mother was the kindest woman I have ever had the privilege of meeting.

   I know she would want you to know that she loves you, is proud of you, is watching out for you, and knows you are off to do great things. 

  Keep vigilant and may Selune bless your path.

  -Mary

     No. This isn't happening to you. You are only days- maybe even a week or two away from going back home, killing Bridril, and freeing your mother. You were going to be a family again. You wanted to introduce her to your companions and buy a nice little home to live in with her like you used to when you were little. You were going to tell her all about your adventures, your time on the Pirate ship that took you to Silverymoon, your life there as a Paladin, and his whole fucking excursion.

   She’s gone and the wail that threatens to crack open your chest is suffocating. You quickly walk to Astarion’s tent, where you have been sleeping most nights, and he’s not there. Of all the times you really need him to not be doing anything and yet! You shove the letter back in the envelope and absentmindedly throw it to another part of the tent- not looking and not caring. Your grief feels like it may kill you and you just need to be held- to know and feel like you aren’t completely alone in the world right now. 

    After a brief chat with Halsin, you discover Astarion is hanging out with Shadowheart behind her tent. You make haste that way- hoping they won’t be too mad that you are interrupting their wine and gossip time. You had gotten back earlier than anticipated and in other circumstances you might wait until he is done, but you aren’t in your right mind. 

  You approach the tent and hear them talking on the other side, facing the forest, and sitting on a log. The tears begin to manifest in your eyes as relief floods you- you are so close to feeling okay again.

  “How bloody hard is it to nicely, lovingly tell someone that you’ve been deceiving them this whole time?”

  You stop dead in your tracks. 

  No. 

  “Look, there is no good way to say it,” Shadowheart says, “you just need to own up to it and then be honest about all of it.” 

 “Oh yes because ‘I planned on seducing you, sleeping with you, and manipulating you from the start’ is such a great opener,” Astarion scoffs, “there has to be some other way to make it flow with the rest of it. A better way to tell her.”

  “No need,” you speak up miserably, coming around the corner, “you just did. Wasn’t that hard was it?”

  Astarion and Shadowheart look absolutely shell shocked to see you standing there. Astarion looks like he’s about to throw up as he gets up and looks at you softly, a pleading, panicked look in his eyes.

  “Darling!” he says, getting up, laughing nervously“you’re back early. I- can we-”

  “Whatever we are,” you say with a glare, tears now pouring and with as much hatred in your voice as you can muster, “or whatever you were pretending I was to you- it’s over.” 

  Astarion’s entire face falls while he’s staring at you and he looks like he might cry, he opens his mouth, “Darling, pl-”

   Shadowheart looks like she is about to speak up for him too, but you are far too angry, far too hurt- far too lonely right now in the world to let yourself be tricked into staying with him. They are best friends, she’s probably in on it too. 

 “No! I hate you so much!,” the venom in your voice being watered down by your anguish, “I hate you more than I thought I could ever hate anyone- undead, dead, or alive! I trusted you and you used me for your own gain- so unkindly, go fuck yourself!”

   You spin around on your heels, race over to your tent, and tie the flaps tightly shut. You slump to the ground and just sob- grabbing your mother’s old blanket that you had stolen before you left. You scream into it silently and all the pain in your body is threatening to make you burst apart at the seams. You wouldn’t be surprised if you did. 

  In less than an hour you have lost your mother, Astarion, and potentially your freedom. Astarion had used you to get one up on Cazador and he succeeded. Now that he knows what Cazador’s ritual is- he’s decided he’s done with you and every step you make has to be done cautiously because one slip up and you are going to be the consort to a fucking Master Vampire after fighting to avoid this for so long. All because Astarion just had to poke the bear. 

Astarion signed your fate using your blood as ink.

   Your throat is raw and your head is pounding by the time your lungs feel like they know how to properly breathe again. You hear someone knock on one of the wooden beams of your tent and you scoff.

  “It’s just me Tav,” Wyll says softly, “can I come in.”

     You get up and untie the tent flaps numbly. You look at Wyll, eyes puffy and red- your face streaked with tears. As Wyll walks into your tent, you get a glimpse of Astarion looking crestfallen as you invite Wyll in. You just scrunch your nose up in disgust at him before closing your tent. 

    Wyll is sitting down on your bedroll and you sit down right next to him- both of you looking at the ground. Wyll gently puts his hand on top of yours and smiles at you with his signature gentle, I’m here, grin.

 “My mom’s dead, Wyll.”

  “What?” 

 “Bridril killed her. She had snapped out of whatever hold he had on her when he agreed to marry me off to Cazador,” you choke out between sobs, “he killed her for trying to protect me. Now? I am officially going to be married off to a Master Vampire the minute I step foot in Baldur’s Gate if Bridril has his way.”

  “Oh Tav…”

 “And then! To make matters even worse?,” you look at him with disbelief and your voice sounds borderline hysterical now, “I overheard Astarion and Shadowheart prepping his ‘I’ve been using you this whole time and I’m ready to break-up’ speech. He was trying to figure out how to be nice about it.”

  Wyll stares at you with bewilderment. He is absolutely silent as you break down sobbing again, but he pulls you into him and you put your head on his shoulder.

  “I fe-feel so alone,” you manage to say coherently, “and so frightened.” 

  “I know you do my dear friend,” Wyll strokes your hair as make a mess of his shirt, “but you have Karlach, Gale, Lae’zel, Halsin, Scratch, and even an Owlbear Cub for Gods sake!”

  You smile at the emphasis on your rather dangerous furry friend. Wyll had asked what you were going to do with him when you got back to Baldur’s Gate and when you didn’t have a plan- both of you were a little horrified. You both decided to send it to Daisy as an engagement present once it’s big enough to stomp on Cazador and Daisy mid-wedding.

  “And besides,” Wyll says, “you’re my closest friend. I won’t allow you to be alone nor face this alone. I’m probably the best monster hunter you know.”

 “You are also the only monster hunter I know.”

  Wyll rolls his eyes and smiles brightly at you, “That’s besides the point, but I am going to let you sleep. You look like you need it.” 

   Wyll places a soft kiss on your forehead before he leaves your tent.

  “Thank you Wyll.”

    He turns around and smiles, “Any time Tav.”

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[jdeclerc]

a brother's intervention - part two

part one

pairing: eris x reader.

summary: Eris struggles to voice his feelings...can he find a way to do so before he loses the one fae he needs most?

author's note: a longer than anticipated answer to the cliffhanger that is part one...and a little something for the Lucien girlies ;)

warnings: adult content

word count: 4,654

“You can’t love me, not in that way.”

It’s the hurt and following disbelief I see flash across his face that suddenly has anger replacing the tears I had only moments ago.

“And why is that? Is the thought of me feeling this way toward you so nauseating you can’t even entertain the thought?”

His voice returns the anger in mine, his eyes holding nothing but fury as they meet mine.

“Don’t you dare believe you are the problem in this situation, not for a moment.”

“Then what is the problem?! You have given me no other explanation, no other way to interpret your words.”

“Me!” He shouts the words, his voice laced with defeat as he continues. “I am, as I always have been, the problem.”

“Eris...”

“Please, do me the kindness of sparing me from words to try and attempt to dissuade me from seeing myself for what I am.” He throws his hands up in exasperation, gesturing down the length of himself. “To love me is to love a monster, one born and bred to be lethal, undeserving of the love of a fae as extraordinary as yourself.”

“You can’t possibly believe that! Eris, look at what you have accomplished in the last 5 years…you have brought the very thing you say you are undeserving of back to our home.” As I move to close the distance between us, he raises his hand, halting my steps.

“All that I have done is to make up for all that came before. No amount of time or effort can erase the darkness I’ve laid upon our lands.”

“Eris, your father –”

“Whether by own hand or his makes no difference, I had a part in it all the same.”

His anger is once again replaced by defeat. Mine, however, increases ten-fold.

“I have never thought you to be a fool until this moment Eris Vanserra. Are you that self-centered to believe yours is the only opinion that matters in this moment? That I say the words I did with no thought or consideration for who I am saying them to?” He doesn’t stop me this time as I approach him, stunned into silence by the rare occurrence of my wrath being turned on him.

“You forget that every sin you have committed has been done with me by your side. I have taken every step in darkness with you, have walked by your side through it all. Do not believe, for one moment, that all of Prythian does not follow your name with my own when recounting the evil reaped by the Autumn Court over the centuries.” I let out a breath before I continue. “To call yourself a monster is to call me the same.”

I can tell by his expression that he is remembering the same memory I am.

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It was a rare moment when my composed exterior gave way to my baser instincts. I distinctly remember the lesser Lord of Autumn cradling the hand I had broken when he dared to think he had claim to any part of my body. He began screaming of the monstrosity he believed me to be, having missed the Lordlings who approached him from behind. Without a word Eris came to stand between myself and the male, Lucien taking a position at my side. As the male cowered in fear, Eris requested that Lucien take me back to my rooms and that he would follow along shortly.

I do not know what transpired in the time it took him to see after my well-being, Eris refusing to tell me even to this day. But what I do know is that he carried the scent of copper, had changed his clothes when he did, and that the next time I saw the lower lord he no longer had a right hand to cradle.

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We came out of the memory at the same time, his expression angrier than my own.

“And the reason you were dragged into that life is obvious. There’s a common presence through it all. And that makes it worse, doesn’t it? I wasn’t satisfied being a monster by myself. I was selfish enough to mould you in my image, to create a force just as dangerous and evil as I am.”

“If you think you dragged me into anything Eris, then you don’t know me. You don’t make my decisions for me, you never have, and you never will, no matter what title you carry. Every choice I have made is my own and I live with them every day. But that doesn’t matter to you. No…as long as you’re a monster, pushing everyone away becomes that much easier, doesn’t it?”

The grate to our voices is evenly matched, neither of us conceding to the other.

“Easier?! You think it’s easy to watch the members of my court, my own family, find their happiness? Trust me when I say it has never been easy not being sure enough of myself to find my own. It isn’t easy to have the voice of my father constantly reminding me I will never be worthy of love.”

“Then you’re the coward of the two of us. You’re not your father Eris, you never will be. I’m tired of that man continuing to hold you captive.”

“Y/N, stop.”

“No, I want to know. What is the worst that could happen if you let someone get truly close to you?! What, truly, is there to lose?!”

“Y/N…” Eris’ voice was that of a High Lord, dark and commanding. I matched it with my own, only louder.

“Tell me Eris! What. Is. There. To. Lose?!”

“Everything!” His voice carried the very fire that ran through his veins, I had never heard his anger laced with such desperation. “If I say what I truly wish, I could lose the one thing that means more to me than anything, is that what you want to hear?”

I put the last embers of my anger into my next words.

“No…I want you to say it! Stop being a coward and say it!”

“I LOVE YOU!”

Everything stops in that moment, the forest going deadly quiet. Neither of us making a move toward the other.

Then, all at once, the forest comes to life. Birds are singing, the sun shines past the trees overhead, the leaves begin dancing around us, and his hounds begin letting out excited yips and howls. All in response to what is happening between Eris and me.

It is as though I can see the thread forming and making its way to each of us. Its glow dancing through the air, showing off just how special and beautiful it is. It is with a sharp pain that I feel it reach my chest and snap. Quickly followed by an all-encompassing warmth spreading throughout my entire body.

A sea of emotions flows toward me as I look toward Eris, finding he is already looking at me. As we look at each other for a moment, smiles begin to overtake both of our faces, transforming into laughter.

“Cauldron boil me, what fucking fools we are!” Eris exclaims.

He closes the distance between us, his hands coming to rest of either side of my neck as I look up at him. My own reaching to either side of his waist.

“Forgive me for being fool enough to miss what was right in front of me…my mate.” His words coming out as a whisper, a wave of awe flowing down the bond as his eyes lock on mine.

A look of uncertainty takes over Eris’ expressions, his next words laced with painful meaning.

“I will not force you to accept it, I will not do to you what was done to my mother. Should you choose it, I will step back from you…forever.”

My grip tightens at his waist, my eyes never leaving his.

“Eris Vanserra, hear my words…I love you, for all that you are. I choose you; I am not leaving you…you never have to feel alone again.”

“You must know I have always loved you; every piece of my scarred and broken heart belongs with you.” He leans his forehead against mine, both of us basking in the waves of emotion crashing through the bond.

“Eris…” The desperation in my voice escapes of its own accord, my need for him apparent to us both.

“I have been yours for centuries, say you are mine and I will make it so.” His want is evident in his voice, his eyes darkening as he speaks, as though he is done hiding from me. “Be sure, my love, for I have no intention of letting you go if you say the words.”

I don’t even take a moment to hesitate, having known my answer to such a question for centuries.

“I am yours; now and forever.”

Eris’ gaze searches mine once more, looking for any traces of hesitation or regret…he finds none.

Every ounce of hesitation leaves him as his lips crash into mine.

My arms wrap around his shoulders, bracing myself against the force of his kiss. His encircle my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. Eris kisses me like a male that has been starved for centuries; finally receiving what he needs.

His breaks our kiss for a moment as he commands, “Jump.”

I obey without hesitation, my legs wrapping around his waist and Eris’ hands coming to rest beneath my thighs.

“Good girl.” His voice impossibly deep as his lips find mine once more. Eris begins walking us backward, my back hitting bark. One of his hands comes to the back of my head to prevent it from hitting the tree.

I can’t help but laugh, my words coming out breathless. “Every the gentlefae, Eris Vanserra.”

“What can I say? My mother taught me well.” I raise my brow at that, not being able to resist teasing him for his choice of words. “Don’t you start, we are not doing that, not now.”

“Then what are we doing?” I say as I undo the buttons at the top of his tunic, my hands skimming the exposed skin. I feel Eris tremble beneath the contact, sending a wave of desire down our newly found bond.

“This.” He connects his lips to my neck, finding a particularly sensitive spot just below my ear. A hum of approval coming from him at my responding gasp.

Eris’ hips push into mine to support me against the tree as his hands trace up my sides, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. My hips respond with their own push forward at the feeling of his hardness and the brush of his thumbs.

I bring my hands to the back of his neck so I can tilt his head, his groan of protest being replaced by a deep gasp of his own as I begin kissing along his jaw.

I stop only when I reach his ear and brush my lips along it as I whisper, “What else did you have in mind, my High Lord?”

“What else do I have in mind?” Eris lets out a small chuckle at that. He leans back so he can meet my eyes, his expression so intense that I can feel the warmth as it colours my cheeks. His hand comes to rest on the front of my throat, applying just enough pressure to ensure I have to hold his gaze. His voice comes out as a growl and is laced with desire as he says, “Love, I have a centuries-long list of what I plan to do to you. And you using my title isn’t helping the last hold I have on my restraint.”

“I don’t want or need you to restrain yourself, give me everything Eris.” My hips grind into his once more, my words having their desired effect on him. His eyes close of their own accord, and his head tilts back as he releases a shaky exhale.

“As much as we would both enjoy that Y/N, I don’t plan for the first time I fuck the future High Lady of Autumn to be against a tree.” I can’t help the whimper that escapes me at his words, his hand tightening the slightest bit more around my neck at the sound. “No…I plan to take my time with you. Leave you so thoroughly sated that my name leaves your lips like a prayer, and you are unable to rise from our bed on steady footing.”

“Promises, promises…what about the things I’ve dreamed of doing to you?” I begin sliding my hand down his front, painfully slow as I whisper, “Alone…in my room…with nothing but my hand to keep me company?”

He grips my wrist before it can reach where we both desperately want it to be.

“You’ll be showing me exactly what you would do and telling me about every desire your brilliant mind has conjured, of that you can have no doubt.” He brings my hand up to his mouth and brushes his lips over my knuckles. “But I believe it was you said we can’t be late for dinner and if we don’t resume our journey now, the sun’s descent will arrive before we do.”

“Shit.”

Eris makes no move to release me from his hold. He leans in and rests his forehead upon mine. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“Part of resuming our journey is your letting me down Eris.”

“Allow me the indulgence of savouring what may be the most perfect time of my immortal life for a few more moments…please.” His voice is quiet. It’s almost as though he didn’t mean for the words to pass his lips.

“I suppose we can spare a moment.”

We both chuckle at my words but fall into a comfortable silence shortly after. Time seems to lapse as we breath each other in.

Through the centuries I have seen Eris truly at peace only a handful of times. I refuse to take it from him now, punctuality be damned.

After what is too short a time for my liking Eris leans back, “I’m ready.”

“You’re sure?” My hands come to rest at the back of his neck, rubbing small circles with my thumbs.

“I’m sure…but promise me this: we stay no longer than necessary to be polite. I have waited for and wanted you for centuries, and I intend to have you, in every sense of the word, before this day is done.”

“I swear it.”

Eris leans in and kisses me deeply, nipping at my bottom lip as he pulls away and steps back from the tree. He lowers me so gently that the leaves don’t make a sound as my feet hit the forest floor.

The smokehounds jump up from where they have been resting and race to our sides. They begin jumping and weaving around us, refusing to be left out of such an important day. Eris gently pushes them back, promising the best the cook has to offer when we return home. I can’t help but smile, knowing a piece of his heart is reserved only for them and their 10 siblings. He catches me watching and a smile of his own overtakes his features.

I take his arm as he offers it and rest my free hand against his bicep as we begin walking.

“Lucien is never going to let us live this down, is he?”

“I believe my brother will take great joy in being the one to brings us together. I’m sure there are plenty of “I told you so’s” in store for both of us.”

“Both of us?” I glance at Eris in question. I can see embarrassment start to creep into the tops of his cheeks, his sudden nervousness apparent.

“There may have been a time or two…or fifty…that I made the foolish decision to confide in my brother regarding my falling hopelessly in love with you. The only difference between you and I being that I didn’t resist the urge to punch him when he deigned to call me a coward for my continued silence…on more than one occasion.”

“Hopelessly, huh?” I couldn’t suppress my smile at the colour in Eris’ cheeks.

“Hopelessly, helplessly, every word you can use to describe it…that has always been me when it comes to you. My brother has never let me live it down and I look forward to you doing the same.”

“Never.” I tighten my grip on his arm and pull him to turn toward me. I rest my hand on his chest, over his heart. “I will never weaponize your vulnerability. Not now, not ever. Do not ever be afraid to show it to me, I want to see every part of you.”

He rests his hand over mine, falling quiet for a moment.

“Thank you, truly. That...it means more than you can know.”

He leans in and kisses me, lingering for a moment. As he pulls away the corners of his mouth are upturned in the purest of smiles.

“Let’s hope the Mother allows my brother to do the same.” He offers me his arm once more. “Shall we go find out, my Lady?”

I can’t help but grin as I take his arm, enjoying the glimpse of the carefree, playful side of Eris.

“We shall.”

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Eris isn’t sure how long it takes he and Y/N to reach their destination. For all that he valued efficiency and punctuality in his court operations, he couldn’t give one flying fuck if they ever reached Lucien’s home.

A mate is something Eris never let himself dream of having. He had seen firsthand how his father handled their sons being involved with those he deemed unworthy. Beron had taken so much from his brothers, his mother, Eris himself. He refused to even open himself up to the possibility of finding a partner to stand by his side.

What a cruel twist of fate it was to have her by his side for as long as she has been. Eris had denied himself time and time again, knowing that loving Y/N meant opening her up to further abuse from his father than what she already suffered. He had vowed to keep her safe and he was learning that, without him fully realizing it, she had done the same.

Y/N ensured he never walked in darkness alone. She had pulled him from the brink of destruction more times than he could count, and he owed her more thanks than even an immortal fae life could provide.

He keeps sneaking glances down at her as they walk, marveling in the possibilities that lay ahead of them. For the first time, more so than any other point of his life, Eris dares to dream. He begins imaging the foundation they would build for their life together, how it would grow and prosper.

He thinks, perhaps, he does owe his brother thanks. If not for Lucien’s remarkably stupid plan, he may never haver felt what it was like to feel the utter contentment coming from deep within his chest. Felt what it is to have Y/N in his arms, her body responding to his every touch, and the flow of love she had been unable to hold back from the bond. Eris meant it when he said it was the most perfect moment of his life, nothing else had ever come close to what happened in that grove.

They turn the final curve in their path, Lucien’s cottage coming into view. It is not the grandest sight to behold but it is priceless, nonetheless. The cottage was built to house nothing but love and family. Eris had ensured Lucien knew he would always have a place in the Forest House, but his brother wished for his own space. A place in which he could heal from the wounds inflicted by his own mate and a place in which he could fall back in love with his home court.

What the cottage had become for Lucien was more than Eris had ever anticipated.

Lucien waits on the front step, his expression one of smug satisfaction as he takes in the two walking joined to one another.

Eris can hear the happy squeal and pitter patter of small steps before he sees who they are coming from. The source creates a smile on his face like no other can, not even his newfound mate.

“UNKY ERI! UNKY ERI!” The young fae runs by her father with nary a glance in his direction. At a meager two years of age, the youngling is already living up to the fire that runs through her veins. “Up, up, up!”

Y/N has seen this type of greeting enough times to be wise enough to take a step back and Eris shoots her an appreciative smile. He ensures she feels the gratitude he has for the small gesture with a push down the bond.

Eris crouches and opens his arms just in time to scoop his niece from the ground. He swings her in a wide circle, her excitement echoing throughout the forest. They’re both laughing by the time Eris settles her on his hip.

“Hello little flame, did you get into any trouble today?”

“Nooooo…Mama and papa took me into town. We went into all the shops, had cake for lunch, and then papa bought me books from Mama’s store. And then I was waiting for you and Auntie Y/N to get here so I could show you all my books.” The young fae’s hands excitedly wave in the air as she tells her uncle of her day.

“And I would love to see them. I’ll even read one to you before bed if you would like.”

She screams in excitement at the possibility, Eris gives a slight cringe with the sheer volume his niece can reach. She places her small hands on either side of Eris’ face and plants a sloppy kiss on his forehead. Eris can’t help but glance over at Y/N, for the first time allowing himself to imagine having a family of his own. Y/N’s eyes show the first sign of tears as she gives me a loving smile. Both of them knowing they can allow themselves to dream.

“I love you Unky Eri!”

“And I love you, little flame!”

 She starts making grabby hands at Y/N and Eris happily passes the youngling to her aunt. Allowing them the opportunity to have their own hello, albeit a much less loud one.

Eris looks up at his brother and feels some of his earlier anger return. Lucien must read this in his expression based upon his next words.

“Jesminda, I think your mother would love to have you help her prepare the table for dinner.”

“Only if Auntie Y/N comes with me.” The girl crosses her arms in a pout.

“It would be my honour.” Y/N sets the girl down but before she can take her hand Eris grabs her wrist and pulls her into him. He leans his head into her, his hand tightening where it sits on her waist.

His lips brush her ear as he whispers, “Only as long as needed to be polite, my love. You won’t like who I become if I’m kept from you longer than is necessary.”

Y/N’s responding look has Eris thinking she would like that very much indeed.

“As you command, my High Lord.”

As she steps aways Eris knows she selected her words specifically to elicit a reaction from him. It is only the need to speak to his brother that keeps Eris from leaving Lucien’s immediately and giving into his need to have Y/N all to himself behind the closed door of their chambers.

Y/N takes Jesminda’s impatiently waiting hand and they begin making their way into the cottage. As Y/N reaches the porch, she gives Lucien’s arm a reassuring squeeze and Eris can tell by the look of surprise that flashes across his face that he smells the mating bond. Lucien waits for a moment after the two have entered his home to begin making his way toward Eris.

“I can’t tell, Brother, whether I should be waiting for your thanks or your ire.” He flashes Eris a smile as he says it.

“Given the situation, I would say it warrants both. Wouldn’t you agree brother?””

After a moment’s stand-off the two move to embrace one another. They agreed long ago to not waste any more of the time they have together, their father having already robbed them of so much of it.

“I knew the two of you belonged with one another, but mates? Now that, I could not have predicted.”

“It would seem as though the Mother herself was waiting for the two of us to get over ourselves and admit how we feel.” Eris falls quiet for a moment and is met with his ever-persistent struggle to communicate his feelings. There is a catch in his voice as he speaks. “I can’t…no words will ever…”

Lucien rests his hand on Eris’ shoulder, understanding his brother’s struggle better than anyone.

“After all that you have done for me Eris, abandoning you in the words with the love of your life is the least I could do.” His humour alleviates the tension that had built, both of them having a much-needed laugh.

“All that I have done is given you back what was stolen.”

“And so much more, you must know this.” Lucien gestures to the cottage in front of them and the future inside that waits for both of them.

Eris regards his younger brother for a moment.

“I’m still learning to.”

Eris lets the last embers of his anger bleed into the grip he puts on the side of Lucien’s neck as he says, “But I swear on this very court brother that if you ever place Y/N in a situation like that again we will have words. And not even my mate’s grace will save you.”

His grip loosens almost as soon as he puts it there but the flash of trepidation across Lucien’s face tells Eris he believes it, nonetheless.

Lucien steps back and puts his hands together in front of himself.  

“And on that cheerful note, shall we head inside? You can tell me the story of today and begin the first of many thank yous that you’ll be begging to give me.”

Eris shoves his brother much like they did when they were kids.

“And you can go fuck yourself.”

They both break into laughs as Lucien turns toward the cabin, beginning to make his way inside.

“I love you too Eris, I’m glad to have you by my side…our family is lucky to have you,” Lucien calls as he turns to face Eris for a moment before reaching the porch.

“I’m glad you’re finally admitting it.” If the finger Lucien throws up over his should is any indication, Eris knows his brother hears his words as he crosses the threshold of the cabin.

Eris stops for a moment and tilts his head to the sky. He closes his eyes and breathes in.

What Eris didn’t tell Lucien is that he is the lucky one. That he cherishes every moment he gets to remove the cold mask he dons every day and simply be himself.

“Would you like to come in for dinner or is standing alone in the forest how you would like to spend your evening?”

Eris opens his eyes and meets those of his mate. Y/N is leaning against the doorframes with a look of pure adoration on her face. Eris can’t control the smile that spreads across his face as he makes his way toward her.

He takes her extended hand in his and it’s as though walking into the cabin is walking into their future.

A future that Eris can’t wait to be a part of.

#eris x reader #eris vanserra #lucien vanserra #acotar #acotar x reader #autumn court

[blackbirdnessie]

Ninjago incorrect quotes Garmadad

Lloyd: What are you doing here?

Emperor Garmadon: I could ask you the same question.

Lloyd: I live here. This is my house.

Emperor Garmadon: I should probably ask you a different question.

Lord Garmadon: I’m going to hell.

Lloyd: Probably.

Lord Garmadon: I'll pick you up?

Lloyd: *nodding* Carpool.

Computer: Please enter a password.

Sensei Garmadon: *types in Lloyd*

Computer: Your password is too weak.

Sensei Garmadon: How fucking DARE YOU-

Emperor Garmadon: Quick! You must come with me! Your in great danger!

Lloyd: Why?!

Emperor Garmadon: Because I’ll kill you if you don’t.

Lil Lloyd: Help! I’m drowning!

Lord Garmadon: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water!

Lil Lloyd: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!

Lil Lloyd: But that’s censorship.

Lord Garmadon: Well done. You are correct. You’re being censored. Now go.

Sensei Garmadon: Just be yourself. Say something nice.

Lloyd: Which one? I can't do both.

Emporer Garmadon: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this.

Lloyd: Maybe we would, if you would sTOP BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!

Lil Lloyd: Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed of the souls of the living I strike fear into-

Lord Garmadon: You sleep with a teddybear.

Lil Lloyd: He’s my sECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS!

Lord Garmadon: I love cooking breakfast. It makes the whole house smell like bacon.

Lil Lloyd: That’s true, but it also smells like fire and panic.

Lord Garmadon: You and the smoke detector need to get off my case.

Lloyd in season 4: *About to do something incredibly stupid*

Sensei Garmadon: I know I can't stop you, but I won't let you go by yourself.

Lil Lloyd: Hand me the people opener.

Lord Garmadon: ...

Lord Garmadon: Pardon?

Lil Lloyd, annoyed: The g! Just hand it to me!

Lord Garmadon, stressed: WHAT THE FUCK IS A PEOPLE OPENER?

Lil Lloyd: How do you not know what a people opener is? Its pointy- you know? With a handle?

Lord Garmadon: Knife. It's called a knife.

*Lord Garmadon raised Lloyd Au*

Lil Lloyd: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like ‘look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I’m losing.’

Lord Garmadon: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.

Lloyd: *Kicks the door open, looking panicked*

Lord Garmadon: What did you do?!

Lloyd: NOBODY DIED!

Lord Garmadon: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Lloyd: I think it's time to start fucking some shit up.

Garmadon: Oh no.

Lloyd: More like "oh yes!"

Lloyd: Might I make a suggestion you possibly won’t like?

Sensei Garmadon: Do you make any other kind?

Season 3 Garmadon: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated!

Season 11 Lloyd: Killed without hesitation.

Emperor Garmadon: If we lose, you'll go back to not being my son.

Lloyd: I was your son again?

Movie Garmadon: *dangling from a rope over a pit of fire* Remember when I said I’d tell you when we’re in too deep?

Movie Lloyd: Yes?

Movie Garmadon: We’re in too deep.

Sensei Garmadon: How has life been treating you lately?

Movie Lloyd: Horribly.

Movie Garmadon: What do you call a dictionary on drugs?

Show Lloyd: If you say "addict-ionary" I swear I will cut you.

Movie Garmadon: I was actually going to say "high definition", but your answer's much better.

Movie and show Lloyd: ...

*movieverse At the police station*

Movie Lloyd: Hi, I’m here for Lord Garmadon.

Police officer: Who’s Garmadon?

movie Lloyd: Ah, you must be new.

Sensei Garmadon: How are you today?

Oni Lloyd: Please don’t make me think about my life.

#ninjago lloyd #ninjago #ninjago sensei garmadon #ninjago lord garmadon #garmadad #Ninjago Emporer Garmadon #lego ninjago movie #oni lloyd

[lorcandidlucienwill]

 “Have any of them told you, their respected High Lady, that the babe in your womb will kill you?” -Nesta Archeron

So, what if this was the moment Nesta decided to destroy the Inner Circle? Part 1

Nesta stormed away from Amren’s house. She had no regrets for what she had said or done. Her only regret had been hurting Feyre’s feelings. But her sister deserved to know the truth. Even if it was in the harsh manner Nesta had delivered it. The cold rage was still riding her, dulling her other emotions. It was decided: she was going to destroy the Inner Circle, with Cassian at her side. Her little sister had kept them alive for years. The least she could do was save her from that awful man who claimed to be her husband and his horrible court. She wouldn’t let him ruin her life. He was a master manipulator, the bastard. She had met Tamlin, who had seemed more pathetic than anything. But Rhysand…he was the real villain. Nesta had no idea if Rhysand was using his daemati powers on Feyre or if he had manipulated her thoroughly that he needed no mind-manipulating powers to control her. She stormed through the small side streets of Velaris. She sensed, rather than saw, a large, winged figure swooping down on her. She said nothing but did not protest when Cassian took her in his arms. Her rage instantly subsided.

“Cassian,” Nesta murmured into his chest when they were up in the sky. “You know this is wrong. We can’t let my sister be with Rhysand. We can’t let him rule any longer. Help me free my sister. Rid this court of his evil.”

Cassian said nothing, only continued to fly. Nesta sniffed the emotions rolling off of him and was stunned. She had expected fear and sympathy on her behalf. And indeed, there was a whiff of fear there, but it was mostly something red-hot, like…

Anger. But at whom? Amren? Rhysand?

“It’s alright, Cassian,” Nesta murmured. “I’m here, I’m ok. I’m safe with you.”

He still said nothing. Unnerved, Nesta enquired, “Cassian? Are you alright?”

Still nothing.

“Cassian, you’re scaring me. Please say something.”

“How could you,” Cassian said, deadly soft. Nesta stilled.

“How could I what? Feyre deserved to know about her pregnancy, did she not? Just like I deserved to know about weapons I had made.”

He shook his head, seething. “You told her to hurt her.”

“And I regret that, but the truth hurts sometimes. Rhysand was wrong to keep it from her!”

Cassian didn’t reply.

“You agree with me, right? Cassian?”

Finally, they landed. “Cassian. I don’t understand why you’re so angry at me.”

“You would turn on my High Lord?” Cassian asked in that quiet voice again. The hairs on Nesta’s arms stood up. “I won’t let my sister suffer at his hands,” Nesta snarled. “Surely you can see how horrible he is, Cassian. Come on. Together, we can destroy him.”

A pause. Then a sigh, pained. “Nes,” he murmured, “why couldn’t you just obey?”

“What do you mean?” Then, swift as lightning, Cassian grabbed her. Nesta screamed and thrashed, but Cassian held her in a vise-like grip. Nesta reached for her power, but it had retreated to its silvery depths. She had no magical training, no way to summon that power. And suddenly, Nesta was wondering if that was on purpose.

“Cassian, you’re hurting me!” Nesta cried. She managed to elbow him and tried to slip away, but Cassian tackled her. Nesta was screaming, sobbing, she lost track of everyone and everything as Cassian pressed his thumb to her pulse. “I trusted you,” Nesta whispered, heart breaking. Then she blacked out. When she woke up, her head was throbbing, her throat was dry, her body aching. Nesta shifted, trying to sit up, and found her body resisting. Frustrated, she shoved again. Again. And then, with no small amount of horror, she strained her head to look down at herself. She was in the House of Wind, in her bedroom. Shackles adorned her wrists and ankles. She was chained to her bed. No no no no no no no no. Nesta let out an ungodly scream. She was trapped again. She was drowning. She was in that Cauldron again, trapped with no way out. She was under the lake again with the kelpie, no way out. She couldn’t breathe. Breathe breathe breathe. She desperately tried to still her mind. But the thoughts raced, rapid as a rushing river. Trapped trapped trapped trapped. Cassian had done this. To her. She had trusted him, and he had taken advantage of that. He had chosen Rhysand.

She prayed to gods that would not listen to free her from her cage. She writhed, trying to pull the chains off their hinges. Then suddenly, she got an idea. “House,” she whispered, “give me the keys to the chains.”

To her delight, the House dropped a key onto her lap. The House, who had always supported her. Had become her friend in these weeks. Nesta strained her neck, bending over to reach the keys on her lap, but it was just too far off. Cauldron save her-

“Nesta!”

Nesta let out a sob as Elain rushed into her room. She had a set of keys of her own in her hands. She rushed over to the manacles and began to unlock them. “Hurry, the others will be back soon,” Elain said. Elain, her soft and sweet sister. The sister Nesta had spent her whole life protecting, but now barely spoke to. She had come for her, to save her. And Nesta realized that Elain wasn’t the loyal dog that she had thought she was. Elain had acted complacent, but there was a sharp mind working under her gentle demeanor. She was stronger than anyone gave her credit for. Including Nesta. “They didn’t tell me about you,” Elain whispered as they snuck out of the house. “I saw you, though. In my mind.”

She had had a vision about the Inner Circle locking her up. So, she still retained her powers. Nesta’s head pounded insistently, getting worse with each step.

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” Elain said. She pulled out a syringe and plunged it into Nesta’s vein. “Ouch! What was that for?” Nesta rubbed the ache in her arm. Elain put a bandage over the mark.

“The headache is from faebane. They injected it in you so you couldn’t use your powers to get out. This is the antidote. I snuck it from the kitchens.”

Nesta stared at her sister in horror. The Inner Circle had done unspeakable things, but to chain her to her bed, to inject her with faebane… What kind of horrors had Feyre endured at their hands? “We have to save Feyre,” Elain said, as if she had read Nesta’s mind. “From all of them.”

“What of Az, Elain?” Nesta whispered. Elain’s mouth tightened ever so slightly. “He is nothing to me. Not anymore.” Nesta sensed there was a story there, but decided to save it for another time, when they weren’t running for their lives.

At least, they reached the 10,000 steps that would lead them to Velaris. Nesta shook her head. “It’s hopeless,” Nesta whispered. “We’ll never make it.” “We will,” Elain said fiercely. There was a steel in her voice that Nesta had never heard before. Determination. And together, they began the descent.

#anti inner circle #anti cassian #anti rhysand #pro nesta archeron #pro elain archeron

[ramsayxme]

Ramsay’s Toy

“So, let’s play a game. Which body part do you need the least?” Ramsays voice echoed. You’ve known Ramsay for a few months, your family was taken captive and flayed while hunting near the Dreadfort. You knew three things as facts. 1. Ramsay was evil. 2. Ramsay spared your life. 3. Ramsay wouldn’t spare anyones life unless there was a reason that pleased him. He said that line while beginning his torturing. You peered into the room from the hallway and saw him standing in front of a disheveled man who was strapped to the wooden X. Theon Greyjoy. You recognized him immediately. You sighed as you rounded the corner of the hallway, entering the room. “My Lord…” you quietly interrupted.

Ramsay whipped his head around, teeth grinding together harshly. He looked you in the eyes and his icy eyes bore into your soul. His dark curls covered the tips of his ears. You had to admit, you did find him visually appealing, but you hated his guts. He flayed your family! “What is it?” He hissed through his teeth, looking you up and down. “My Lord, I was hoping to speak with you privately.” Your gaze shifted over towards a crying Theon Greyjoy, and then back to Ramsay. Without saying anything, he huffed and walked towards you, his cloak swaying behind him. “This better be good. I was about to play a game!” He grabbed your elbow and yanked you into the hallway.

You gulped as he pushed you against the cold stone wall. His eyes shifted back and forth between your eyes. “Well?” He asked, impatiently. “Ramsay, I was just wondering if you would allow for-“ “Did you really distract me from playing a fun game with Lord Greyjoy to ask me a personal question?” He interrupted you, clearly irritated. You stared at his chest, your throat felt tight. “I’m sorry, I just-“

“I was really looking forward to peeling him. I have all of this built up energy, and now I fear I want to take it out on you, instead. Terrible timing on your part.” He pulled his flaying knife out of his sheath behind his back. You gasped as he pressed the metal against your neck. The blade was cold and you could feel his angry stare, even though you were avoiding eye contact. “Beg, and perhaps I’ll spare you. I’ve always thought you were pretty, it would be a shame for your blood to be shed because you couldn’t have patience with a stupid little question.”

You made eye contact, which caused Ramsays lips to curl into an evil grin. “Beg.” He commanded, pressing the blade against your skin a little harder. “Please, my lord. Please. I was foolish to interrupt you. Please…” Ramsay sucked in air through his teeth and yelled, startling you. “I SAID BEG!” You avoided the knife and dropped to your knees. You grabbed his ankles and lay your forehead on his boots. “Please, my lord!” You were trembling as you felt his hand move your hair from behind your neck, pushing it over your shoulder. He chuckled gently. “Fine, you may keep your life today. But don’t get too comfortable, I am losing patience with you.” You looked up at him he he held his hand out, reaching out to help you stand on your feet again.

You grabbed his hand, and he yanked you up. “Since you’ve interrupted me, I suppose I might as well just let Theon wait a little longer. Follow me.” He said, his hand still holding yours. He turned and walked down the hallway, nearly dragging you behind him. “My Lord, I have duties to-“ “You are boring me, my lady. You realize what I do when I am bored, don’t you?” He didn’t even turn around. You closed your mouth, and just silently followed him down the hallway. You approached a large wooden door, realizing you were at Ramsay’s chambers. You swallowed hard, nervous yet curious. He pushed open the door, pulled you in, and let it slam behind you.

He smiled as he put his hands on your shoulders. He stared at you deeply as he waited to see your reaction. You stared back at him, nervously. You shifted your weight under his grasp, making him grab your shoulders even tighter. “I am bored. Entertain me.” He whispered, letting go of your arms and walking over to a chair near his fireplace. You froze, unsure of what he was expecting you to do. You dared question him, but you just wanted clarity. “My Lord, what do you want me to do?” Your voice sounded like a raspy whisper in his huge bedroom chambers. Ramsays voice sounded booming. “I don’t know, be creative.” He pulls out his flaying knife once again, playing with it between his hands as he sits down, legs spread wide. “Sing. Dance. What are you good at?” He smirked. That didn’t help you at all, you couldn’t sing and gods knew you couldn’t dance.

Ramsay pointed his knife at you, motioning circles. “Do some spins, make your dress flow in the air. I like to see pretty girls dance.” You immediately began spinning, your dress curling into the air. You were terrified at where this would lead, but you hoped this was entertaining enough for him. “Come closer to me.” He demands. You continue your spins and sways as you make your way closer to him. He grins as you get within a foot of him, your dress hitting his knees as it bounces through the air. “You’re very light on your feet. Very good.” He praised you, talking with his hands which still held his blade. He watches you as you stare at the blade in his hand. “Oh, are you scared?” He points the blade at you, causing you to stop dancing and take a step back. Ramsay chuckles and leans over, setting the blade on the ground next to his chair. “Come here.” He demands.

You walk closer to him, barely swaying now. He reaches his arm out and pats his lap with the other hand. “Come sit on my lap and keep dancing.” He smirks, waiting for you to straddle him. Your face flushes red, but you don’t dare disobey him. You pull your dress up to your knees and you straddle him. As soon as you sit down on his lap, you can feel he has an erection. Before you can say anything, his arms snake around your body, pulling you down on him hard and close. He looks up at you, his eyes look wild. He loosens his grip, but keeps his hands on your waist. “Keep dancing.” He softly said. You were scared when he used a gentle tone of voice with you. You started rocking back and forth on his lap, your hips making awkward circles. You weren’t quite sure what you were doing, so you just relied on his facial expressions. Unfortunately, Ramsay had a solid poker face, and he was just staring at you. You shifted yourself forward, feeling his erection on your inner thighs. You began grinding on him, hips swaying. His eyebrows raised and his eyelids softened. “Oh, that feels good.” He whispered.

“I’m glad, my lord.” You replied, realizing that your breathing was jagged. You also realized in this moment that you were enjoying the feeling of his hard erection on your body. He chuckled at your realization, and pulled your body harder into his. He let out a breathy laugh. “You quite like this, don’t you? And by that look on your face, I’d say you’re surprised you do!” You flushed, knowing that he could read you like a book. Ramsay pushed you off his lap, and stood up in front of you. His trousers gathered at his crotch, and his cloak was crooked. He smiled at you and said “You’re dismissed.”

You didn’t move. You didn’t want to be dismissed. As much as you hated to admit it, you didn’t want it to stop. Gods, you wanted to hate him so much but there was just something you couldn’t shake. You bravely leaned forward, wrapped your arms around his neck, and pressed your lips against his. Taking him off guard, he deeply inhaled through his nose before groaning into your kiss. His lips were soft, which was surprising to you. Without thinking, you pressed your body onto his, causing his tongue to slip into your mouth. He made out with you softly, dare you say gently. Ramsay pulled away from the kiss, his hands on your hips, pushing you a step back. He didn’t smile. “I said you are dismissed.”

You felt frustrated. Clearly, he knew you were turned on and wanted to tease you. You felt a surge of bravery in your chest, possibly radiating from your lower abdomen. You stepped closer to him, closing the gap that he created. “I’m staying.” You said barely louder than a whisper. His mouth broke into a smirk, one eyebrow raised. “You’re persistent. I like that. Tell me, if I allow you to stay, what do you expect will happen?” His head cocked to the side, his face looking as soft as ever. His eyes were paralyzing. You took a deep breath in, “Whatever you want, my lord.”

He quickly brought his hand to your jaw, firmly grasping your chin between his thumb and index finger. He forced you to look him in the eyes. “You’re a feisty one, aren’t you? I didn’t expect this to be so easy, you are turning out to be such a whore for me. You are more inviting than I expected.” He leans in to give you another sloppy kiss, and you grab his other hand and slide it under your dress. His kisses stop and Ramsays hand instinctively caresses your soft thigh. “Do you think I am entertaining enough?” You whisper, watching his eyes flutter at the feeling of your warm and soft skin that is usually hidden away. “I certainly do…” Ramsay says, his voice trailing into the quiet of the chamber. The only other noise was the crackling fireplace, muffled chatter from outside the windows, and the sucking sound his lips made when he started kissing your neck.

You can’t help it, you let out a moan when he gives a little bite on your neck, right above your collarbone. His teeth are sharp. “Oh, you liked that didn’t you?” He cooed into your ear. You feel your skin catch fire, almost certain it turned bright red. He was so aware of your pleasure. Ramsays lips made their way up to your earlobe. “You know, I could have you right now. I could keep you in here for as long as I want, and no one would come looking. You’d be mine.” You hear his jaw clench when he word ‘mine’. Your breathing is heavy, you can’t help but moan when he whispers to you. “I know you want me, just admit it. You tried to hate me, and it didn’t work. You can’t get enough of me, can you?” You felt your body breakout in goosebumps, he slid his tongue into your ear at the end of his sentence.

His tongue went back into his mouth and he continued. “I could do all of these things to you… I’d have you for my personal use… and then after that?” He returned his gaze to your eyes. “After I am finished with you, you will never speak to me again. You will always look back and yearn for the days when I had you. The last time you truly felt pleasure. And you’ll tell no one, you’ll be powerless. You’ll have this longing inside you that will never escape.” You have a hard time swallowing as you listen to him. “Swear it. Swear by the old Gods and the new, and I’ll make you scream my name tonight, but it will be our little secret. I bring you here when I crave you, but outside of these walls…” he points to the walls around you. “You are no one to me. You are what you’ve always been and nothing more. But in here, you’re mine.” You nod, your mouth open. You feel so weak, but in the best way possible. “Say yes.” Ramsay instructs.

All you do is nod. You feel numb, almost stupid. “Speak.” He commands, as if you are one of his hounds. It works, though. You gently squeak out “Yes, my lord, I promise. By the old Gods and the new, I am your little secret.” He flashes his teeth as he chuckles, stepping backwards. “Yes, you are. My little toy. The little toy that gives me satisfaction. Do you know what happens to toys who no longer bring their owner pleasure?” He asked you, raising an eyebrow. Your lower stomach felt warm as he asserted dominance over you. It gave you confidence. You step forward, closing the gap between your bodies. Your fingers find his hair and you begin playing with his curls. “It doesn’t matter, because I won’t ever bore you.”

“But what if you do? What if I become bored?” Ramsay presses his forehead against yours. “What do I do with you when I am no longer satisfied by you?” You knew what he wanted you to say. You close your eyes and whisper, “Then you throw me away, my lord.” You can feel him grin. “Good. You truly do know what you are to me.” Ramsay brings a hand up to your cheek and caresses your soft skin on your face. He tilts his head, pressing his lips onto yours. You remain limp, allowing him to maneuver your body to his liking. He harshly presses into your lower back, causing a slight arch in your spine. Your hipbones press against his body and he pulls your hair, causing your head to roll to the side. “As my favorite toy, I promise to be gentle. You’re clearly very fragile, I wouldn’t want to break you. After all, if you broke, I wouldn’t be able to play with you much longer.”

You blush, admittedly loving the special attention that you were getting. You lean forward, nuzzling into his neck. His hair curls underneath his ears and he smells like a bonfire. Ramsay suddenly lifts you up, his hands holding you up under your thighs, your legs wrapped around his lower torso. You can’t help yourself, you start kissing his neck with long, sloppy kisses. You want to convey how badly you want more attention without actually having to admit it. “Oh, getting a little needy, are we my lady?” He whispers, the slight sing in his voice confirms that he is enjoying your kisses. Ramsay walks you over to his bed and sets you down on top of the pelt that covers it. After he sets you down, he leans forward over you. “I’m going to make you beg for mercy tonight.” His eyes widen as he waits for your reaction. You feel a surge of confidence once again. “Perhaps you’ll be the one begging for mercy, my lord.”

Ramsay gives a little exhale out his nose, nearly rolling his eyes at you. “Perhaps…” he leans in even closer, his lips resting on your ear. “Or perhaps one of us will have total control. Nobody tells me what to do, especially not in my chambers.” He kisses your cheek before standing up straight, peering down at you. You take a deep breath and stand up, brushing against his body as you stand. “Yes. Only one of us.” You attempt to kiss him, but he shoves you back on the bed. His teeth are clamped shut and his jaw muscles flex. “No, you poor thing. I fear you are terribly wrong.” You lay on your back, flat on the pelt. You know he’s right. He starts walking around the bed and begins to untie the laces on his shirt. “You know, no matter what I command… no matter what I want from you, you’re going to do it. You don’t have a choice.” Your eyes follow him around the end of the bed and over to his pillow side. He pulls his loose shirt over his head, his curls falling back into place. You gasp at the sight of his muscular yet pale body. He is much more muscular than you thought. You feel your stomach flutter.

“Ah, you are clearly attracted to me. I thought you might like to see me like this.” He sits on his pillow side and runs his fingertips up and down his chest and arms, pointing out every muscle. You realize your mouth is slightly ajar as Ramsay smirks. You wonder what he looks like while pleasuring himself. Your thoughts run on their own momentarily, the image of him giving himself an orgasm floods your vision. You bite your lip and crawl towards him. “Do you like what you see?” He flexes his arm muscles, clearly enjoying the attention. He’s so cocky. You feel warm in all of your layers. “Yes, my lord. I like what I see.” You exhale. He lays down on his back, propped up by his elbows.

You crawl towards him, but stop when he sticks his arm out. “Oh no, little toy. You’ve only earned a look.” He raises an eyebrow, watching your face fall. “Did you think you were allowed to touch me already?” You nearly stammer with your reply. “I I I don’t know I just…” he chuckles at your loss for words. “I want you to watch.” His face grows serious. His eyes like daggers. He slides his hand into his trousers and you can’t take your eyes off of him. He starts pleasuring himself softly in his trousers, his head leans back giving a small sigh. “Oh, I’ve thought about you many times while doing this. I’ve been dying to see what you look like under those layers.” He lifts his head and stares at you. “Take off your clothes.” He orders.

He doesn’t have to ask twice. You frantically start pulling your clothes off, each layer feels freeing. You watch Ramsays reaction when you are pulling your last layer off, revealing your naked body. He grinds his teeth, his eyes full of lust. His hand under his trousers picking up the pace ever so slightly. “Yes, it’s just as good as I have imagined.” He complimented you. You sit on your knees and the lust takes over. You run your hands across your skin, breathing heavy. Ramsay still has a clenched jaw as he brings his hand up to his face and spits in his hand, then lowers it back beneath his trousers. You can hear the wet sounds of him rubbing his cock, and his breathing is a little more desperate than before. “Have you thought about me like this before? Don’t lie to me.” He groans, his eyes concentrated on your body. You nod bashfully, humiliated to admit it. Your admission makes him grin. He raises his eyebrow at your body. “Go on.”

You don’t move, unsure of what he is expecting you to do. You look at him for more direction. “Pleasure yourself. I want to watch.” He has a devious smirk on his face as he bites the inside of his cheek. Your breath catches in your throat. You’ve never done this in front of anyone before. You slowly lean backwards, propping yourself up on your elbow as you open your legs. You feel extremely exposed as you feel yourself open right in front of him. He is staring into you, still biting the inside of his cheek. You close your eyes and gently start rubbing yourself. Your face feels fire hot. Your heartbeat could likely be heard in the hallway. You can still feel his eyes burning into your skin. You feel Ramsay shift, the bed gently moving as he lifts himself to his knees and crawls over to you. You open your eyes to see him on his shins between your legs. You stop pleasing yourself since he is so close to you. He immediately grabs your wrist and pushes your hand back to your pussy. “I didn’t say you could stop.”

You begin again, taking in your view. His body was so pale and incredibly toned right in front of you. His hard cock was standing up just inches from you. You let out a moan as you imagine how it will feel inside you. Ramsay reaches out and tucks your loose strands of hair behind your ear. “I like watching this. You’re doing a good job.” Ramsay begins letting his fingertips gently brush against your inner thighs. He rubs your legs as you work on pleasuring yourself. You feel humiliated in the best way possible. “When is the last time you did this?” He asks you. You shake your head. “You don’t remember? It must have been a long time. I bet you’re dying for me to touch you, aren’t you?” You can’t respond with anything other than a needy whimper. “Of course you are.” He leans back on the bed, returning to his pillow. He motions for you to come here with his hand. You gratefully stop touching yourself as you crawl over to Ramsay. You straddle his legs, perching over his thighs, unsure if you are allowed to touch his twitching cock.

“Now, I have seen how you pleasure yourself. Let’s see how you pleasure me, shall we?” He reaches out and grabs your wrist, guiding your hand to his cock. You wrap your hand around him and start moving your hand up and down. Almost immediately, he pushes your hand away. “Spit in your hand. It feels better that way.” You bring your hand up to your mouth and spit as much as you can, which is a sufficient amount considering you’ve been nearly drooling over him. You slip your hand back on his cock, from the head to the base. He moans with pleasure as it glides so effortlessly. “That’s much better.” He laughs softly, his eyes fixated on you. You keep this up for a few moments until you really decide to take control. You suddenly tighten your grip and use more force as your hand slips up and down on his cock. His eyebrows shoot up and his lips release a gasp. “Oh, yes. That feels good.” He groans.

He reaches out and starts gripping your thigh and hip. He’s hungry for you. “Do you enjoy pleasing me?” He moans, his eyes still carving into your skin. “Yes, my lord.” You whine, eager to get some more pleasure yourself. You pick up the pace even more, causing his head to lean back and his toes to curl. “Oh Gods, you’re naughty!” He grunted as he had to control his breathing. “Keep going.” You use your other hand and grab a fistful of his hair near the top of his head and pull his head forward. His eyes shoot open. You grin and demand, “I want you to watch me.” His eyes fill with excitement and he gets that same evil grin on his face. You scoot down on his legs and lean over, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. You hear him moan as you start licking and sucking on his cock, allowing it to enter your throat. Ramsay props himself up on his elbows and watches you. You peer up towards him and his mouth is open, eyebrows furrowed together, leaning into the pleasure. You feel his whole body relax as you work on him.

You take a deep breath through your nose, you let his cock plunge into your throat. You gag on him as you hear him groan, pushing his hips forward, ready for more. You close your eyes and concentrate as you bob up and down, letting his cock fuck your throat. His elbows give as he lowers his head to the pillow, and his hands find their way to your hair. He grabs your hair and shoves your face down and keeps it there, his cock stuffing your mouth. You gag a few times on him, he clearly enjoys the way it feels when your throat tries to reject him. He groans each time. He pulls your head up, allowing you to catch your breath. His cock is soggy and coated with thick saliva. His cheeks are red and flushed, his eyes cloudy with pleasure. He has sweat sliding down the side of his forehead and temple. You sit back up, his cock wet and excited is now placed between your thighs. You start teasing him, nearly giving him a proper lap dance. You slide your folds on his length, teasing his head at the opening of your pussy.

“You’re looking to take control here, aren’t you?” Ramsay questions you, his voice raspier than before. “Keep going, I’m intrigued.” He places his hands on your hips, and digs his fingertips into your flesh. You start teasing him even more, letting the tip of him enter you, before pausing and pulling it out. He starts grinding his teeth, anxious for the feeling of your walls around him tightly. You decide to really show him how controlling you can be. You get off of his lap, and lay down beside him. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asks through his teeth. “I want you to lick me.” You demand. Ramsay has an evil grin and flips over. You are excited at the idea that you can boss him around. Before you can even finish that thought, Ramsay has grabbed you and flipped you over, facedown into the bed. He presses your shoulders into the pelt and you feel his breath approaching your neck. He straddles you, his cock wet and resting on your ass. “Remember who’s in charge.” He whispers as he guides his cock to your folds. He presses the tip in and pulls it back out. He does this several times, and you are desperate for him to enter you completely. “Ramsay, please.” You moan into the pillow.

“What’s that?” You hear him ask from behind you. “A little louder.” You sink into submission. “Lord Bolton, please. Please fuck me.” You suddenly feel his cock fill you completely, both you and Ramsay moaning loudly at the sensation. “Oh yes, I am going to make you scream.” He says, his voice uneven as he starts fucking you hard. You feel yourself float into your own brain as you experience this intense pleasure. Your body had been aching for this. He fucks you hard and fast, moans escaping your mouth with every forceful stroke.

He slaps your ass very hard, causing you to cry out in pain. You hear him give a satisfied grunt when he hears your cries. He does this again, and you cry out even harder. The sting radiates, you feel as if your ass has a red handprint on it already. Ramsay reaches his arm up and grabs your hair, yanking your head up. You look at him from upside down, peering over your forehead. He is obviously close to his climax, his face red and his eyes glassy. He suddenly pulls out of you and flips you over again, entering you once again as you lie on your back. It happened so fast, but the slight change of angle made you moan wildly. “That’s right.” He exhaled through his gritted teeth. “I’m making you feel powerless, aren’t I?” All you could do was moan in response.

“I told you… I am in charge…. Of you…. Tonight.” He says while still thrusting into you hard and fast. “I want you… to cum for me….” He demands. His eyes lock a glare into yours. He presses one of his hands onto your throat, pushing the back of your neck into the mattress. This unlocked something in you, and you began clawing at his arms. Your eyes were just as wild as his. He grinned through his thrusts, knowing that he was making you insane. “That’s right, let it out.” He nearly choked on his words as his orgasm approached. Yours was approaching too, you could feel the knot tightening inside you. “I… I…” you attempted to squeak out. Ramsay growled loudly as he tightened his grip on your throat. “Do it!” You gave in. You allowed your body to be swallowed in pleasure as the wave of heat rushed over you. It lasted quite a long time for you, and you were unable to keep a fixed grip on reality as your eyes kept rolling into your head, you were being completely surrounded by your orgasm.

Ramsay plunged his cock deep inside you one last time before groaning and emptying himself into you. His body instinctively still bucking his hips into you even further as he pressed down into you. He had released your neck and laid his body down on top of yours, grabbing your hair as he came hard. His breathing was unsteady and heaving. You allowed him to lay on you, collecting himself as his body regained its strength. When he pushed himself up, his cock sliding out of you, he rolled over and his dark curls were damp and stuck to his forehead and neck. He grinned and looked over at you. “Well, I think I’ll have to keep you, little toy.”

#game of thrones #ramsay bolton #smut #got #theon greyjoy #ramsayboltonsmut #ramsaybolton #ramsay snow #ramsay bolton x reader #mine #lord bolton

[inamindfarfaraway]

In “The Summoning”, Tinky obviously singles out Pete because he’s weird about the Spankoffski brothers. Blinky taunts Grace because she has religious trauma related to shame and external judgement and lack of privacy and such.

But oh, the Implications of Nibbly specifically addressing Steph. Nibbly’s domain is hunger in every sense. He not only regularly craves the freedom to roam the Earth and has formed and maintained a cult to satiate this desire, but he finds unmet needs and wants delicious. The most desperate, unfulfilled, yearning human souls are the tastiest to him. And he says, “Stephanie, yum yum!” He’s happy to see her. Because she is delectably hungry.

Her father is abusive and uncaring, as well as constantly modelling and encouraging strong ambition. Her mother is gone. Her popular friends are shallow and don’t know her very well; compare their superficial school gossip to the more familiar, emotionally vulnerable and impassioned scene between Pete, Ruth and Richie. Her phone is what she has the most attachment to. She struggles in school and thinks she’s stupid. I elaborate on these points in this post, but overall, every aspect of Steph’s life before a certain bespectacled nerd enters it is a recipe for a very lonely, insecure person. A person who feels empty and needs to be filled, who's been starved of love, comfort, happiness and hope. Nibbly’s favourite food.

Doesn’t Solomon remind you of someone we met in Nightmare Time? Another critical, mocking father to a daughter with no siblings; another man of power, wealth and influence in Hatchetfield who knows about the place’s dark, supernatural underbelly and has dealt with the Lords in Black? Doesn’t even the detail of Steph’s phone being what she values most sound familiar?

'Narrator: She looks down at the shattered remains of her most prized possession. Her veins bulge, her blood bubbles thinking of all the things she never got to back up on there.

Zoey: My pictures!'

— “Honey Queen”.

'Stephanie: Be careful with that, Dad. Please, Daddy?

Solomon: I'll be careful with it. I'll carefully smash it with this hammer.

Stephanie: You wouldn't. Not even you would do something that evil! You know all my pictures are on there!'

— Nerdy Prudes Must Die.

Steph is well on her way to becoming the sweetest woman in Hatchetfield.

Except… in every timeline, she meets Pete. He believes that she is more than anyone else sees and better than she thinks she is. Something real and unconditional fills her cracks. Something warm sits securely in her stomach. Someone is willing to die for her, someone cherishes her more than anything, and that readily given love changes her fate. Steph is to Nibbly the perfect meal just barely out of reach. Forbidden fruit; it's always the sweetest.

Perhaps Pete is in the same boat. After all, Tinky says “I’ll have the whole set in my toybox”; he will, if the deal works out how Tinky wants, while “Time Bastard” establishes that Ted already is in the Bastard’s Box before he dies. Pete isn't yet. He might still not be even after the deal, since Grace pays the price instead of him. Grace is involved and the situation forcing them to make the deal exists, in a roundabout way, only because Steph got involved with him. Maybe Pete and Steph save each other.

#and if her mother was a honey queen that just makes it better #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #stephanie lauter #nibblenephim #nibbly #solomon lauter

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - November 26th

I’m traveling this weekend (at this point I’ve been in the car about 5hrs and have another 8 to go today) so I asked for a few tropes to share fics from. Thanks so much to @ishipallthings & @iwillsinkwithmyships for their suggestions. 

As evere, please leave comment and kudos for your author. 

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Bodyguard AUs: 

it goes like this -- by Areiton 

It goes like this, really--

He wants Tony. 

He wants him like he needs air to breath, wants to wipe away all the ones who came before him with mouth and tongue and bruise tight hands. 

He wants Tony and he’s terrified. 

I could lie tangent to your curves by RurouniHime 

Steve is bodyguard to a prominent young socialite with too much genius on his hands... and who has taken an unfortunate shine to him.

(Written for royal_chandler, who won the bid for my offer in Marvel Trumps Hate 2018.)

Triple-A Rated by iam93percentstardust 

Three assassination attempts in two weeks. That's gotta be some kind of record. Three attempts - and that doesn't even count the Ten Rings. Tony's pretty sure that Stane's trying to kill him again. Fury's pretty sure of the same thing, which is why he starts sending agents to protect him. It's just that Tony doesn't like any of his new bodyguards - except one.

Safety by CSHfic, VSfic 

The suit needs repairs, and Tony thinks he's being clever when he tells the Avengers that Iron Man is away on personal business...until Steve helpfully volunteers to be Tony's bodyguard in his place.

Historical AU 

Looking for Heaven by foxxcub

When young Lord Anthony Stark learns Steven Rogers has enlisted in the army, he thinks he's seen the last of his tiny, headstrong, haughty stable boy. But four years later, Lord Stark gets an unexpected visit from Steve, whose mother has fallen gravely ill and into financial ruin. Even more unexpected, Steve agrees to a shocking proposal: they will marry, giving Steve the necessary funds to save his mother, and Tony the much-needed reprieve from harassing would-be suitors. It is a business arrangement, nothing more. But as time goes on and circumstances arise, Tony begins to learn that keeping his heart away from his husband is easier said than done.

Maybe Tomorrow by scifigrl47

Tony Stark may well be the richest man in America. In the depths of the Great Depression, that's no small claim. When a plot is hatched for him to take in an orphan for a week, everyone knows it's a publicity stunt. No one knows it better than Officer Steve Rogers, but he's got a job to do, and he's going to do it. Doesn't mean he's going to approve.

Yes, it's an Annie AU.

Yes. That Annie.

Love Match by FestiveFerret

Tony had but one goal for the season: secure a marriage proposal from an alpha with the position and means enough to remove him from his father's house. Love was wholly irrelevant to the matter.

Peep Show by BladeoftheNebula

“Alright there, Sugar?” A voice came from behind him and he whipped around to see an omega with a little box of tokens. “You know you got to put one in to start right?”

Steve felt his face heat. “Yes ma’am. I was just uhh—“

“First timer?” He nodded and she gave him an encouraging smile. “Well, don’t worry, there’s glass behind the curtain, so the omegas can’t bite.” Then she winked. “That costs extra.”

Steve’s face got even hotter. He certainly wasn’t doing that.

Steve knew he wasn't any omega's first choice, or hell, even third. But what starts as a visit to a seedy Peep Show in Manhattan ends up changing his life for good.

An Inglourious Affair by morphia

In 1944, Steve's commando team, The Basterds, are off to fight nazis in France. Tony joins their efforts after intelligence suggests that Herr Kleiser, a German scientist, has set his sights on making a massive nuclear bomb. Their mission: Get to Kleiser before he completes his evil plan. What neither of them had planned for, however, was to fall in love in the middle of the worst war either of them had ever seen.

Mail Order Bride/Arranged Marriage 

Object: Matrimony by BladeoftheNebula

Omega Tony Stark craves adventure and an escape from the life his parents have planned for him in New York. He places a listing in a marriage catalogue to seek a match with an alpha out West, and Sheriff Steve Rogers answers his advertisement. But finding a nice alpha doesn't mean it's all smooth sailing from there...

I Whisper Your Name on Each Star I See Falling by JezebelGoldstone, littleblackbow

The day Natasha first told Steve her idea, he never would have dreamed that her fool notion would land him here: watching the train roll into the station and trying to wrap his mind around the fact that somewhere in there is the man who agreed to marry him.

Steve, an alpha farmer living outside a small town in the Rockies who doesn't want to admit how lonely he is, has been exchanging letters with omega Tony for nearly a year. When at last Tony arrives in Big Eden, Steve is confronted with the fact that he doesn't know Tony as well as he thought he did - and falls for him harder than a landslide anyway.

rearrange my heart (to fit your smile) by starklystar

"You dare," Howard's chair makes an ugly noise as it scrapes against the stone floors, the chatter of the room shifting into hushed whispers and stolen glances. "I am your father and your King!"

"My King is my husband," Tony tips his chin up, defiant. "And I refuse to hear you suggest that my husband has been anything other than good to me."

Next to him, he feels Steve's shoulders stiffen in surprise.

Howard's fist slams loud on the table. "Your husband does not even love you!"

Tony jerks back, burned. He knows that. Knows that Steve did not marry him for love – does not need any reminder of the cold truth, of what he desperately yearns for and can't even hope to have – but the harshness of Howard's words was scalding, and Tony can't afford for this to go any further.

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Or, King Steven marries Prince Tony, Tony is pretty sure he shouldn't panic when he falls in love with his own husband, and Steve tries his very best not to cause diplomatic crises.

Keyword: try

#stevetony weekly #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #iron man #captain america #stevetony fic #stony fic #fic rec

[montywithchildhoodtrauma]

More SAMS, MAFS, AND LAES Incorrect quotes to cure my depression.

Earth: When I said you should try being friendlier this isn’t what I meant.

Eclipse, stirring a cup of tea aggressively: Oh, so now I’m TOO friendly? There’s no pleasing you.

Jack, who broke into Eclipse’s apartment an hour ago: Two sugars please.

Eclipse: Coming right up

Eclipse: *Fast forwards all the way through the movie.*

Earth: You can’t just skip to the happy ending!

Eclipse: I don’t have time for their problems.

…

Moon: Why is Monty crying on the floor?

Puppet: He’s drunk.

Moon: And?

Puppet: He saw a picture of Earth’s partner.

Moon: But he’s Earth’s  partner.

Puppet: I know.

…

Moon: Is that… legal?

Old Moon: When there’s no cops around, anything’s legal!

….

O!Moon: I got an idea!

Moon: Does it involve breaking the law?

O!Moon: By now don’t you think that’s a given?

Moon: I was just trying to be optimistic.

O!Moon: Don’t bother.

….

Gemini: *Casually taking four stairs at a time.*

Lunar, falling behind, taking two stairs at a time: Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuc-

…..

Monty: Hey, no, you stay out of this, this is between me and Earth!

Lunar: So Earth knows about this?

Monty, walking away: No, this is between me and me!

…..

Earth: Monty kissed me!

Lunar: Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!

Earth: It was unbelievable!

Lunar: Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!

Sun: Okay, we wanna hear everything. Lu, get some snacks and turn off the tv. Earth, does this end well or do we need tissues?

Earth: Oh, it ended very well.

Lunar: Do not start without me! Do not start without me!

Sun: Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?

Earth: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh goodness, and then we just sort of sunk into it.

Sun: Ohh... So, okay, was he holding you? Or were his hands on your back?

Earth: First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were on my face.

Lunar and Sun: Ohhh.

*Meanwhile*

Monty, very out of it and still surprised: And, uh, and then I kissed her.

Foxy: Tongue?

Monty: No, ew.

Puppet: Cool.

…..

Earth: You know, Eclipse, when you generalize, you tell general... lies.

Eclipse: ...

Eclipse: Are you trying to teach me moral lessons through puns?

Earth: Is it working?

…..

Sun: What are you doing here?

Eclipse: I could ask you the same question.

Sun: I live here. This is my house.

Eclipse: I should probably ask you a different question.

….

Earth: You ever see something that changes your life and you’re just like “huh...”

Monty: I saw you.

Earth: Honestly that’s so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of Jack in a turkey costume.

….

O!Moon: Look at the buns on that guy!

Monty: *Lying on the floor, covered in hamburger buns.*

Sun: This is the comedy police! The joke’s too funny!

O!Moon: I’m not going back to jail!

….

BM simps: Bloody is a perfect cinnamon scone who’s never done anything wrong in his entire life!

Everyone else: Never done anything wrong?! He set a city block on FIRE!

….

Overlord Lunar, grinning: Before you were what?

Lord Eclipse: Before I was-

Evil!Sun: What?

Lord Eclipse: Before I was inter-

Overlord Lunar: Before you were interrupted?

Lord Eclipse: Cut me off one more time and I swear I’ll-

Evil!Sun: What?

Lord Eclipse: *makes frustrated sound*

Serrvent Sun, nervously: Stop that. Before he hurts you.

….

Monty: God, I love Earth.

O!Moon: Yeah, you fucking better.

…..

Lunar: What if the person who named Walkie Talkie’s named everything?

Monty: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies.

Puppet: Socks are Feetie Heaties.

Moon: Forks are Stabby Grabbies.

Sun: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties.

Solar: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies.

Earth: Stamps are Lickie Stickies.

O!Moon, annoyed: You are disappointments.

….

#sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #sun and moon show earth #sun and moon show eclipse #tsams #sun and moon show sun #sams

[dyns33]

Antichristmas

A Sandman / Good Omens crossover, with Dream x reader of course 

Merry Christmas and Happy Yule !

When Morpheus had met Y/N, he had felt that there was something special about her, but he had been unable to say what.

Maybe her soft laugh, her beaming smile, her clever mind. At first, after being unable not to think of her for several days, he had called Desire, to check that it was not one of their games to torment him.

But no, Y/N was simply a human that he liked, who charmed him even more after he invited her to his kingdom and that she got along with all his subjects. But it was against the rules for an Endless to associate with a mortal, so Morpheus had made the wise decision to have the happiness of her company only as a friend.

He didn't tell her right away who he was, what he was, afraid that she wouldn't want to see him anymore, but he was pleasantly surprised to receive a smile when he confessed the truth to her. He loved her even more then, suffering from not being able to confess his feelings to her.

           "I don't see why you two couldn't be together, boss."

           "Quiet, Matthew." Lucienne mumbled, trying to scare the raven away. "Those are the rules, Lord Morpheus has no choice."

           "It's stupid, he loves her, and I think she loves him too, I don't see where the harm is."

           "Mervyn, I believe there are still repairs to be done in the west wing of the castle."

           "But he's right, Loosh. It's not fair. Boss, it's not fair. !"

           "Life is unfair." sighed Morpheus as he surveyed his kingdom. "But that's the way it is. I have responsibilities, and I won't put my world, or the waking world, in jeopardy, because of a foolish passion. I've made that mistake once before, I know how that risk of ending."

Dream had a quick thought for Nada. His dear Nada, whom he had loved tenderly and who was now locked up in Hell. Even if he decided to forgive her, he couldn't get her out so easily, especially not after his fight with Lucifer.

Above all, he didn't want such a fate to happen to Y/N. He would not punish her if she pushed him away, he had changed since that time, he himself had been locked up, but if he broke the ban, the Kindly Ones could demand that he send his beloved to the depths of darkness, so that he understands that he had no right to be with her.

He therefore acted reasonably, and one day had the unpleasant surprise of finding Y/N in the company of a demon.

           "Oh. Hello... My lord." the snake demon hissed, lowering his head in front of him, forcing himself to smile while turning to Y/N.

           "Morpheus, this is my uncle Crowley. Well, he's not really my uncle, but I've known him since I was born."

           "Please tell me your "dear new dreamy friend" is not in front of me right now."

           "Don't growl, Uncle Crowley. No need to be anxious. Like about next week."

           "It's perfectly normal for me to be nervous about next week. This holiday... It's ridiculous. Even you should find it ridiculous. Christmas... I forbid you to celebrate it !"

           "That would be ironic and petty of me." Y/N sneered, kissing the demon on the cheek, before taking Morpheus' hand, to guide him down the street, to the cinema where they had a friendly date.

This was the first sign that greatly disturbed the master of dreams and nightmares, convinced that Lucifer was going to try to attack him by attacking Y/N.

The second sign came very quickly, when he was invited to his friend's house a few days later. As he stood in the entrance, he came face to face with a hellhound, a repulsive, dangerous, evil beast.

Except that Y/N didn't seem to see what he was seeing, kneeling beside the creature to hug it, while it was licking her face.

           "Hello, little pooch. Yes, I've missed you too. You've been good ? This is Morpheus, my friend. You're nice to him, okay ?"

           "... Where did you find that... thing ?"

           "Dog ? He was the one who found me. It's been a while now, he's not very young, but he's really adorable. Crowley keeps him from time to time. My other uncle doesn't like him a lot. I can't blame him for that, Dog can be complicated."

A third sign not seeming necessary, Morpheus took the decision to intervene directly in order to avoid a catastrophe.

Of course, if he didn't want to start a war, he couldn't destroy the demon or destroy the hound, so he locked the animal in a nightmare, and he calmly went to order this Crowley to stay away from Y/N if he didn't want to get in trouble.

Contrary to what he had thought, the young woman was not really grateful when she learned what he had done.

           "Uncle Crowley called me to say that you threatened him, and took my dog ! And before you went and yelled at him, you said he couldn't come near me anymore, you didn't mention the phones, so you have no right to blame him !"

           "Y/N, you have to understand, he's a demon. He's dangerous. And your dog isn't a dog, he's a hound from hell. I think they're trying to harm me in hurting you, and I refuse to let that happen. I'll get you another dog. Christmas is tonight after all."

           "But I don't want another dog ! Look... I get what's going on, and I think it's lovely that you want to protect me, but Dog won't hurt me, and neither will Crowley. Yes, they are demons, but they are nice !"

           "Demons are not nice." he insisted, taking her hand, hoping that she would listen to him. "It's in their nature to be evil and cruel. They can't change that, and they don't want to either. They were made that way and nothing can ever change that, they can't be trusted. They need to get them back where they came from as soon as possible."

Again, this didn't seem to have the effect Morpheus was hoping for. Y/N suddenly looked terribly hurt, her eyes filling with tears and she pulled her hand from his before running off.

Thinking that the grip of the infernal forces was already very strong on her, he returned to Crowley's place, where he was surprised to find an angel.

           "Hello, gracious Dream Lord. I'm Aziraphale, a friend of... I know Crowley, a bit. He explained to me that there were some issues between you, him, and Y/N."

           "You know Y/N ?"

           "Of course, she's my niece. We were her godparents at first, but I found the joke a little too offensive after some time."

           "I do not understand." Morpheus said slowly with a threatening voice, his shadow then filling the whole room. "You know there's a demon lurking around an innocent human, and you are not interfering ?"

           "A... Oh damn it. She didn't tell you ? She said she was going to tell you about it, what happened ? I'm sure you did something stupid, you're known for that. Without wanting to offend you."

           "Speak."

           “Y/N is not an innocent human. I mean, yes, she is, but she wasn't supposed to be. She is... the Antichirst. Crowley and I had been tasked by our respective camps to watch her, but we didn't want the world to be destroyed, nor did we want this lovely child to be unhappy, so we showed her another way, and now, even though she has certain powers, her dog is from hell, and she could still cause the Apocalypse, she's only Y/N, my sweet, lovely Y/N. Please tell me you didn't upset her, or hurt her."

The mistake, or rather the mistakes of Morpheus were all then obvious to him. The christmas jokes. The presence of a hound from hell, like the one who was to join the Antichrist on the day of the end of the world.

And above all, Y/N's sad look, when he said that demons couldn't change. That they were evil, untrustworthy, and had to be cast out. If he thought that of the creatures of hell, what would he think of the Antichrist ? Could he believe she wasn't evil ?

Without taking the time to greet the angel, he used his sand to appear in Y/N's apartment. The poor darling was crying on her couch. She didn't jump when she saw him, wiping away her tears as she stared at him with contempt.

           "What now ?"

           "I spoke with your other uncle."

           "Aziraphale ? And what did you talk about ?"

           "He explained everything to me."

           "Oh. I see. And you came to send me to hell, me, the Adversary, the Beast, who doesn't deserve to live ?"

           "No. No, I came to apologize."

Slowly, Morpheus reached into his long cloak, and stepping into the darkness, he dragged the hound out. The creature growled when he put it on the ground, before seeing its mistress, barking happily as it ran towards her to jump on her lap, licking her face and wagging its tail. Like a real dog, a nice normal dog.

This made Y/N smile, cry a little more, cuddling the animal.

           "I thought... I thought you were in danger. I apologize. I'll also go ask forgiveness from the demon Crowley, for this misunderstanding."

           "I don't know if Uncle Crowley will brag about it for eternity or if he'll be afraid his side will think he's definitely betrayed them." she sneered, before looking sad again. "Dream... About what you said..."

           "I was wrong. It was unfair and cruel."

           "I know. It's fine. Your brother warned me."

           "My brother ?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, surprised that Destiny could have gotten involved in something.

           "Destruction. He came to see me after I didn't cause the Apocalypse. He said it was normal for Destruction to come and talk to the Destroyer of Worlds at least once. He wanted to thank me and congratulate me. He said that my choice reassured him, showing him that he might have taken the right direction, by leaving, even if it had hurt his family and they still did not understand it. He advised me to be patient if I used to meet them, because they could be a bit stupid and judgmental."

Not knowing what to say, Morpheus said nothing. He still found it difficult to talk about his brother and the decision he had made.

It was true that he did not understand.

But that didn't mean he was judging Y/N. He was not unhappy that the world had not been destroyed, and so he was grateful to her that she had not followed the path that Lucifer had wanted for her.

A path that had allowed them to meet. Even though she was his enemy's daughter, she was different. And she wasn't human. And she was in no danger of being sent to hell, where she couldn't be locked up anyway, since she was born to reign there.

           "So... Now that you've apologized and aren't going to curse me, what do we do ?" she asked looking at him with mischievous eyes.

           "I thought we could go for a walk, stargaze, and celebrate Christmas."

           "It's an idea. Although Uncle Crowley will be furious. He says I only have the right to celebrate Antichristmas. Don't sigh, it's his joke, and I think it's not that terrible, whatever Aziraphale thinks about it."

Morpheus sighed anyway, reaching out her hand to help her up and guide her outside. As they were about to leave, he looked up to find a sprig of mistletoe hanging from the door. He looked at Y/N, who had followed his gaze.

           "That's not me." she said quickly looking around. "Nor my uncles."

           "No. I know who did this." Dream muttered seeing Matthew sitting on a tree, proud of himself.

           "Well. I don't celebrate Christmas, but tradition is tradition."

           "Indeed, you always have to respect the rules."

The hound and the raven made little sounds of joy as they kissed, before heading back inside, forgetting about the ride, the stars, Antichristmas and the rest of the universe.

#the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless fanfiction #dream of the endless x reader #good omens

[nolvngerhvman]

no thoughts, only what I imagine Fyodor's religious trauma to be like

A/N: also I know I haven't responded to requests yet, I'm almost done with my exam week and I will continue to write them when I'm done with it.

please don't chase me with torches and pitchforks <3

If I become a sinner… I won’t be worthy of his love.

Oh the Lord above all, why is the love you hold for me is based on my behaviour? Will I be less of a blessed soul of yours if I sin? Won’t you love me anymore?

The old women in my local church who seemed to have a weirdly soft spot for me happened to tell me this, “God watches your every move my son. He won’t love you if you sin.” You won’t love me if I sin.

He won’t love me if I sin.

If I don’t follow the path that god had given me, I will be cast into eternal damnation in hell.

My entire soul, my life, every breath I take is devoted to you my Lord. Accept me, acknowledge me, love me.

I am just a sinful child who needs redemption from God.

Every Sunday I go to church to fulfil my duty as a Christian. So that I will stand out, you will be aware of how loyal I am to you, to be one of your best servants. I pray for hours, I wish for your forgiveness. Show me mercy my Lord.

When I’m able to, when I’m older, I will purge this corrupt world of sin, making it a world only existing of people who are pure enough. I won’t let anyone dirty it anymore my Lord.

A world without war, famine, or pestilence. A world without hatred and sin. A world in which every human is pure and kind. A world in which no soul has to suffer. Perhaps I am misguided, naïve, and arrogant, but it is what I wish to see.

If that is my sin, if that is what makes me evil, then I will carry it forever. In that way, at least, I will be remembered.

I will be your devoted follower, your servant, someone who was handpicked specially by you to cleanse this world. My Lord, will you love me then? Will that be enough of me to show my devotion for you?

Why won’t you hear me?

Why won’t you respond to my cries?

Are you selfish enough to overlook my prayers?

I don’t want to be alone. The only time I find solitude is when I’m in church, I feel protected by you when I’m under the roof of the cathedral.

So why won’t you do something?

If this world is your creation, you are the greatest evil of them all.

God gives us nothing. Only we can deliver ourselves from our suffering. God is a façade people use to justify their actions, whether they are good or evil. We are masters of our own fates, not God.

God is simply another sin to eradicate.

God is a lie. Nothing more than a tool used to control others in order to benefit themselves.

#fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky #bungou stray dogs #fyodor imagines #fyodor bsd #religious trauma #bsd imagines #bsd x reader

[kahlanmars]

BAD FEELING part. 20

Hi!! Next chapter is here, the song mentioned is obv from our lord and saviour Taylor Swift.

Comments make me happy!

MASTERLIST

20. Safe and sound

If Finnick weren’t there, you would be dead right now. You are sure you could never walk so fast, but the blonde guy just lifted Marjorie and tossed her through the door like she was a potato sack.

Not very classy, but efficient.

The door closes behind you with a loud noise and you begin to shake so hard it hurts you.

«She needs medical help, her ankle is broken or something. Maybe twisted.» You order. You don’t know anything about medical help, even if your mother is a midwife. You should have listened to her more, you should have been more focused.

You risked the life of a kid, perhaps multiple kids, just because you talked without thinking. “Come to me”, like you are a great warrior. You are nothing, even Marjorie almost died because of you. So caught up in your perfect little love fantasy to think about anything else, you are selfish, and you are a murderer. A killer, you killed Clark, you killed that guy in Capitol City, you…

«Daisy, please, Daisy breathe.» Marjorie looks at you, worried.

She is beautiful. You never thought about how beautiful she looks. She has blonde hair and blue eyes, so blue they are almost painful to watch. her family had a bakery you now remember, maybe she is related to Peeta, same colours. 

You look… normal, in comparison. Pretty. Not beautiful, you are plain. Plain and you are not even good, you are evil, you are selfish, you deserve it. You deserve all the bad things that happened to you. 

«I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault I’m sorry…» You begin to say and she rolls her eyes before hugging you. She would never do something like that if you weren’t panicking. 

«You are a little shit and I don’t like you, but this is not your fault.» She reassures you and pats your head. You like honesty. She is as honest as… Well, they grew up together after all, it’s only natural.

The first bang is unexpected. You cover your ears and you watch her as she is taken by the nearest couch to get medicated. The attack has begun.

There are other people. Finnick with Annie, the president Alma Coin, Plutarch Heavensbee, guards you don’t recognize. Haymitch is not here, and neither is Katniss or the other victors. Maybe Katniss is in the Capitol trying to rescue Peeta, you are not part of the revolution, they don’t tell you anything.

You can just wait.

The second bang is terrifying. You are not afraid of dying, that is not the first thought. You are afraid the other bunker is not safe. If you die you can have peace with it. If you live and the people in the higher bunker die, you will never have peace. You can see their faces. Effie, Portia, Lora, Perla, your mother, and heaven knows if Alex came back. You didn’t make it up to your mother. You didn’t say goodbye to Effie, she will never know how much she means to you. And where the fuck is Haymitch? If somehow he knew you weren’t in the bunker and he got out to look for you, or for Marjorie… he is not fit, he can’t survive. If he dies, if Holly dies, if Effie dies…

You try not to cry simply because you are alone, and you don’t want Annie to get more upset, but you end up catching your breath because you feel like you can’t breathe anymore. Your heart pumps so loud now your ears are hurting and maybe they are bleeding and maybe you are dying. 

No. You are noy dying. You remember Effie’s words, this is not a heart attack, it’s a panic attack. You just have to calm yourself.

You think of Dianna, when you were seven. Sweet tea in the summer, playing pirates and singing old songs in the meadows. Happy memories. 

There was a song you always played together, an old song from district twelve you forgot with time.

Just close your eyes, the sun is going down, you’ll be alright, no one can hurt you now, come morning light, you and I’ll be safe and sound.

You can breathe a little better now.  

«Daisy?» Marjorie looks at you tentatively. She must have said something you didn’t catch. 

«Mh?»

«I said you have a good voice.»

«Oh, thank you.»

You didn’t realise you were singing. You bet you sound like a crazy person, singing in a bunker when bombs are exploding in your face.

«Did your mother teach you?» 

Holly used to teach you everything. You didn’t grow up with a father, it has always been you and her. When she adopted you she was so young you can’t imagine it right now, barely legal but in District 12 a mother is better than nothing, so nobody said anything against it, not even the peacekeepers. It was quite usual for the families that were slightly richer to adopt a kid if they didn’t have any, so that the child could help them, work in the fields with them or in the mines. Nobody ever took the girls, though. The girls weren’t useful if not at home, cleaning and babysitting the other children, and for the most part it was a burden that mothers could hold alone. 

Holly Pinecone came from a long line of midwives. Grandmother, who died before you could meet her, was a midwife too. Still at the time it didn’t make any sense that she adopted you at twenty, when she could still get married and have children. It didn’t make sense to anybody except her.

«Mommy! Look! That’s a plant we can use!» You screamed, so happy you could be helpful. Now you know you couldn’t really be helpful at five, she must have indulged you in believing you have found the plants.

«Yes, and what’s the name of this plant?» You tortured your poor raven braid trying to think. Holly told you a hundred times. You couldn’t disappoint her.

«Sagittaria!»

«Very good! And what’s that?» She asked with a wide grin, a smile you matched as soon as you saw the flower.

«That’s a daisy. That's me!»

«Come here, little one.» She put the flower in your hair. «Beautiful girl.» 

You were quite beautiful, everybody used to tell you that. Big hazel eyes, raven hair always in a braid, clean clothes. You were well behaved enough to always smile at the strangers and you were so quiet it was actually nice to have you around. That was the main goal for Holly, that everybody could love you, so they would have protected you in case of danger. 

«Thank you for saying that.» You answered like she instructed you to, being kind was the first thing for Holly. Well behaved. «Can we sing tonight?»

«What do you want to sing?» She asked, well knowing the answer. 

«Safe and Sound!»

«Always that song. Okay, we can sing before bed time.» She caressed your hair. «Now search for edible plants with me.»

«Among other things.» You murmur.

«She loves you so much. She always wanted a kid.» 

That’s the thing, she wanted a kid. And you stayed a kid until Effie called your name, jumping at her commands like a trained dog. 

«She loves me.» You are not sure she likes you. «Do you think we are safe? Do you think they are safe?» 

«The district was prepared.»

After what you think it’s an hour, but are in reality probably minutes, the bombs stop. 

You can’t believe you survived. You hear the mechanical voice like it comes from heaven. 

The blast doors will open in one minute. Please, remain calm and proceed in orderly fashion out of the bunkers.

As soon as everybody’s free to go out you try to recollect yourself to find your family, but Haymitch is faster than you. Which is news.

«Where were you?!» He is angry and his hands are shivering, he looks paler than usual. He brings you in his arms. «I came into the bunker and you weren’t there. Holly didn’t know where you were, Effie didn’t know where you were. I lost it at Effie. She always knows where you are.»

You pull him tighter. «I got trapped out and Finnick saved me.» Saved us. You will tell him in a minute, now you want him all for you. And maybe you won’t tell him everything, or he will kill the guard and you don’t want him to face consequences. 

«Don’t you ever, ever do that again.» He whispers in your ear.

«Wasn’t exactly my plan…» 

«I don’t care. You won’t be in danger ever again. I’ll make sure of that.» He puts a straw of hair over your ear, almost sweetly. «Couldn’t handle it.»

«You got up in the first bunker for me.» You state. 

He shrugs. «You wouldn’t have left Effie alone.» 

Your heart stops at these words. He would have risked everything to stay with you. You jump to reach his lips and pull him in a passionate kiss that makes you blush, also because when you try to catch a breath he kisses you again, even rougher. 

I love you. You almost let it out.

«I was scared of losing you too.» You whisper instead, «I didn’t know where you were, I got so scared.»

«I’m here now, I’m here.» He closes his eyes with you in his arms, his nose buried in your hair. «Never again.»

«I have to go find my mom. I have to go to Effie!»

At least now Holly will be happy you saved her dearest friend.

«And I have to go to see Peeta. They are coming.»

«Peeta is coming back?» You ask, suddenly a lot happier.

«That’s the plan.» He kisses you again. Despite everything, the bombs and President Snow and the attacks, you can see he is happy to see his not-son again. That’s the man who doesn’t want children.

«I want to see him too, after you.» You ask. You are quite fond of the guy. «I have to talk to Plutarch about what happened, can I see you tonight? We have a lot to catch up on.» You snuggle against his neck. 

«I have a meeting with President Coin, but after that I’m all yours.» He lifts you up to kiss you better. He still smells like woods, alcohol and tobacco, which is impossible since Thirteen doesn’t allow any kind of indulgences and you have been underground for a month now.

You want to talk to Holly, but after a brief hug with Effie and Portia (and Alex, who thanks you again and again instructed by his mother) you approach Plutarch Heavensbee. You don’t like him, that’s the man who wanted you to be collateral damage, so it’s only natural you don’t love him. Still, better him than President Coin, that woman scares you.

«Plutarch, can I have a word?» You approach the blonde guy, who is reluctant to be stopped by you but your face must be worried.

You quickly explain what happened, and he nods. «We will relocate him, don’t worry.»

Relocate him?

Relocate him?

«I’m sorry but that is the man who nearly killed two people because he didn’t get laid, and you want to relocate him?» You reply, stunned. You expect this behaviour from the Capitol, from Snow. 

«I get your point, however we can’t lose force at this particular moment.» He tries to explain to you like you are a kid. To him you probably are a kid.

«You will lose forces when he kills someone because he didn’t have the last cookie!» You snap.

«Daisy, you can’t confirm your story.» He argues, but you are raging right now. 

«Marjorie was with me!» It’s impossible they didn’t ask her and you don’t believe she lied, so what is the truth? They simply don’t care?

It’s normal they don’t care for you, you are not even from Thirteen and you don’t expect them to have empathy, but Caius is dangerous for everybody. 

«Can you please lower your voice?» He asks, and you force yourself not to jump his throat. You don’t speak like that to a tribute. It’s dangerous. 

He won’t do anything. You can see in his eyes that he doesn’t want to lose a guard in his precious war, and it doesn’t matter if he leaves a man like this alone. He is no better than Snow, he was his games master after all. He was born and raised in Capitol City, and not everybody changes like Effie Trinket.

It’s okay, you think, you don’t need him. You can do it alone.

Turns out Peeta is not good. He has been tortured, and they did something to him so right now he doesn’t know what is real or not real anymore, and he thinks Katniss is the enemy. The kind, gentle hearted boy who offered you hot chocolate is gone. 

When you open the door to reach for him he is staring at the wall, with watery eyes and an expression of pure pain.

«Babe…» You try to come closer, but you don’t want to interfere.

«He has been tortured. They wiped out his memory. They transformed him into a mut. He is lost.»

«No! No, we can still-»

«He is lost, Daisy!» He shouts. You try not to take a step back. «And it’s my fault.»

«The doctors here are great.» You argue.

«You knew Peeta. He was better than me, better than Katniss, better than you, better than anyone. And he paid for all of us. He is not coming back, he will never… come back. Fuck, I need a drink.»

This time you go for a hug, even if he doesn't want it he needs it, and when he wraps his arms around you he does something you could never think of, he starts crying. He cries and cries in your arms, exhausted. 

«It is my fault, Sweetheart, all my fault.» You swoon him stroking his hair. Peeta has been taken by Snow, Snow is to blame, not him. He only tried to save everybody.

«It is not.» You whisper in his ear. «Everything will be okay. Believe me.» 

Will it be? You can lie to him, but you don’t see how it could be okay. Katniss is broken hearted, Peeta’s memory is gone, and Thirteen’s government is exactly like Capitol City. You feel like you are fighting a tyrant with another one.

You stay in his embrace until he falls asleep, and you slowly follow him. 

It is you who wakes him up this time, screaming like every night. You don’t even remember what you were dreaming about, but you hear your heart in your ears.  

«Sweetheart, it’s me, sweetheart, it is a nightmare. It’s just a nightmare.» He caresses your cheek. «Just a nightmare.»

«I’m sorry…»

«Don’t be.» You breathe a little, still shocked. «You were calling for your mother.»

«Really? Not you?»

«Nah-ah, Holly.» He lies down again, taking your hand. «Are you still in non speaking terms?» 

«I just want my mom back, but I can’t bow down to what she thinks it’s okay for me. Dear Heavens, I have a job, I have a purpose, I have you. I don’t think I’m that bad.»

He strokes your hair and you almost purr in content, closing your eyes. That emotion is much better than rage from your mother.

«Maybe you are punishing her too.» He says tentatively. 

«Punish her? For what?»

«You needed her and she wasn’t there. You asked for her in your dreams before the games. You called her again and again while you were sleeping.»

You look at him. «She couldn’t be there, it’s not… it’s insane.»

«You knew that, but our mind… our mind does not work that way. She guaranteed for all your life that if you were kind and polite the things would have been fine. This didn’t happen, and she couldn’t help with it, she wasn’t there. Effie was. Effie helped you. So maybe your mind said “Ok, one good, one bad”.» He shrugs. «I’m not a shrink, don’t believe a word of what I’ve said.» 

«That actually makes sense.» You don’t humour him, it makes sense. You are not sure you like it but it makes sense.

«Even a broken clock…» He dismisses it. 

You lean to kiss him better, and you touch his chest. «What a wise man, my man.» 

«Your man.» He repeats against your lips. He is smiling now, actually smiling and you want to keep it this way at least for an hour or so. Peeta is not fine and you will handle this together. That doesn’t mean he has to die under the responsibility alone, that he couldn’t smile anymore. 

«Must be the old age.» You joke, but he suddenly pushes you against the mattress.

«I’ll show you old age.» He grumbles and rolls on you, causing you to giggle a little, tragedy almost forgotten for the night. 

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[male-body-swap-lover]

Alcohol Led Me Down a Path to Age Progression

Note: Alcoholism is a real disease and if you are having issues with it, please seek help.

Picture it. 1990. I am a senior at Princeton. Colin Vanderway, only heir to the Vanderway fortune. I am on the top of the world. Rich. Hot. Smart. A different girl every week. I am one of the luckiest men in the world. It’s another Saturday night kegger. I love beer so much. Probably my only weakness. Derek, Nathan, and I went to Kappa Kappa Delta for one of the last blast nights before our graduation. The night is wild. One of the best nights of my life. But man I have had so much to drink. Fucccckkkkk. I’m going home. I get behind the wheel of my car. I’m falling asleep and I can barely see. I’m serving. Almost back to my apartment. Suddenly, an old woman comes out of nowhere and I hit her with my car. Oh God!

I get out and try to find a pulse. I can’t find one, but I am drunk. I yell for help but no one is around. Suddenly a man appears from out of nowhere.

“I can help you”, he says.

“I need to go find a pay phone. I need to call 911.”

“If you do, you’ll be arrested. Why don’t I help you.”

“Are you a doctor?”

“No, I’m your guardian angel. This woman is dead. There is nothing the paramedics can do. However, I can save her.”

“Then do it. Hurry! It was an accident.”

“Hold on. If I save her, then you will face my consequences. It won’t be the cops, but you will pay.”

“It’s fine. I’m rich. I can pay you whatever you want.”

“Oh I don’t want money.”

“I don’t care. Just save her!” I start crying.

“Okay, here goes”

Suddenly the winds start whipping and the woman seems to wake up. Suddenly, it’s like I’m sucked up into a vortex. I’m tossed around and and scream for help. Finally after what feels like eternity, I’m dumped in a dirty apartment. There are beer cans everywhere. Instinctively I burp and my stomach starts to rumble.

“Look familiar”. He appeared out of nowhere.

“Fuck, where did you come from. Where am I”

“You’re in the future. October 23, 2023 to be exact”

“This is like Back to the Future man! Why’d you bring me here?”

“This is how I am making you pay. You see, you had two options. Option one was to leave that woman on the street dead. Option two was to save her and you pathetically chose to save her. Had you chosen option one, your father would have helped you cover up her death and your life would have gone on like normal. He would have paid her family to be quiet. You would have taken your place as rightful heir to your father’s company. Married a girl from a wealthy family and had multiple kids. You would have amassed power and become a republican senator from Connecticut. And yet, you somehow have a soul, and chose option two.”

“What’s wrong with you. We saved a life. Why are you upset. You are my guardian angel”

“Yes, but I’m a fallen angel. I love evil. And that’s who I thought you were, which I why I appeared to you. Alas, you chose to be good, and now we are here.”

“A fallen angel. So you work for the devil”

“Hahahahaha yes I do. The mighty lord”

“So if this is option two, what does that mean?”

“So because she survived, she sued your family. Your father almost lost his company. He disowned you and kicked you out of the family company. He gave it to a distant cousin. Due to your college partying, you have had trouble finding work and have mostly worked factory and maintenance jobs, just enough to pay your bills, and enough left over for beer. You never got away from beer. You’ve been married and divorced three times with two kids who hate you. This is all you can afford between your alimony payments and beer. Isn’t it depressing. Oh, have you paid the price for being nice.”

“Wait, if it’s 2023, that means I am 55 years old. I still look like I am 22.”

“Oh yes, let’s fix that.”

Suddnely my stomach rumbles. I start burping repeatedly and my breath reeks of beer. My arm hair starts getting thicker. I feel a beard sprout on my face as hair falls out of my head. My chiseled jaw dissapears under a layer of fat. The worst is my stomach. It’s pressing out and turning into a big ball. My clothes are so tight, and then they change as well. My shirt turns into a pale button up that is left unbuttoned and underneath it, my undershirt turns grey and seem to barely fit me. My acid wash jeans turn into dad jeans and my belt gets thicker to hold up my new pants. My stomach finally stops growing and my grey shirt can barely cover it. The age lines come in everywhere on my face and my back starts killing me. With one final loud belch, the transformation finishes. I waddle to the bathroom and look in the mirror.

“I’m old and ugly and fat.”

“Yes, well that’s your punishment for choosing to save someone’s life. No good deed goes unpunished. Oh and one more thing!”

Suddenly, a mug of beer appears in my hand. The intoxicating smell of barley reaches my nose. I start drooling for a minute before taking a big gulp.

“Good luck. Your life is pathetic, but at least you have your beer. Your new memories should come to you soon. At the rate you drink, I give you fifteen years max. Bye”

My guardian angel, or guardian devil dissapeared.

I sigh dejectedly, realizing my life had not turned out how I wanted. I sit down in my recliner, turn on the football game, and eat some peanuts that were on the table next to my chair. Beer. The killer, but one would say my best friend. Lucky me. I drink my beer and scratch my new belly absentmindedly. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

#age progression #frat boy #college age to middle age #middle age #Punishment #Beer belly #beer gut #transformation #male body transformation

[beevean]

This image! God this image! Mrs. Kojima really cooked here. I love and adore prelude to revenge so much! This scene and what happens subsequently there after could have no dialogue and it would still be perfectly understood with how well the emotions are conveyed in her illustrations.

Also Isaac looks phenomenal. Have I mentioned that I love prelude to revenge? What are some of your favorites?

BRO

you come to me and you give me the chance to gush about Prelude to Revenge, the best thing that came out of the Castlevania franchise?????

(i'm going to get assassinated for that lol)

i, ugh. i. i love how Kojima here handled the Hector/Isaac fight! It's from Isaac's POV, not Hector's - we're seeing the events from the POV of the antagonist. We already root for Hector and his will to run away from Dracula's insanity by this point. We are made to at least try to sympathize with the other guy, who so far proudly declared to be a weapon for destruction.

Hector uses a underhanded tactic to win: he slashes Isaac's thighs. He also breaks part of his armor, symbolically being the reason of Isaac's sanity slipping. He's about to deliver the coup de grâce...

"I still… can’t follow you? Have I lost…?"

(Hector's eye! Icy cold! Beautiful!)

... but instead, he humiliates his former friend further: he breaks his sword, and he forces him to live, while he himself crawls away to die far away. Hector refuses to share that moment of weakness with Isaac.

"Is this the arrogance... of the winner?!"

(actually, 優れる means "to surpass, to outstrip, to excel". Hector didn't just win: he's the one who always excels over Isaac. the resentment here <3)

And what's Isaac to do? He, too, limps back home, knowing full well what is going to await him: a disappointed Lord. A Lord who always favored Hector, because he's better than Isaac. And he proved him right. And it eats at him inside.

"You don’t answer even if I call... Ha... Did he even cut off my power?

Take a look at this pathetic sight, my Lord, my broken sword used as a cane My body is the proof of Your expectations for him Please ridicule me, scold me Next time I will do whatever it takes."

PtR doesn't go into detail about Isaac's inferiority complex, unlike the MF manga - but the way it conveys it it's just. argh. this man.

And then he reaches the castle... or what is left of it.

This is a masterpiece of a page. You can almost hear the howling wind. If this was an anime, it would have no music at all. Isaac is drawn at his most detailed and his most handsome as his face is washed in horror. You don't need anything to get hit with the realization that Isaac didn't just lost a fight, he lost his entire life: he has no home that would allow him to live, no Lord to serve, no friend to fight with, and even his magic has been cut out. He has nothing left, through no direct fault of his own.

Isaac wasn't there to protect his Lord. Because of Hector.

"I won't let you say that your rebellion has nothing to do with this! Had you cut off my head as well, I would not have seen this... Hector...!"

And as the real heroes of the story stand in the dawn to admire their hard-earned victory against evil, a broken man vows revenge for being forced to live on.

And man, will he take his revenge.

this is fucking peak man i can't stop eating my own hands it's so good it's so GOOD

I feel bad for Isaac! This simping asshole who will go then to kill an innocent woman and torment his former friend with! This piece of shit who wanted to happily exterminate mankind is genuinely pitiable in these circumstances! But the story doesn't hold your hand to make you feel sorry for him - it respects your intelligence enough to understand the facts and draw your own conclusions

Kojima is not only an artist out of this world, but an excellent writer.

urgh but it would take me too long to talk about my favorite scenes from this short manga! I made a lot of posts about it! It's so packed with scenes, beautiful quotes, poignant character moments, symbolism...

Ah, it sure deserved to be adapted :')

(also yes Isaac can be very good-looking when he wants to. He has honestly one of my favorite designs in the series precisely because his face has unique features. highly underrated <3)

#castlevania #akumajou dracula #curse of darkness #prelude to revenge #isaac laforeze #hector castlevania #please come to me to allow me to gush because it makes me so happy #thank you!

[tanmono]

GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN MAIN ROUTE....

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO, DRAMATIC.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

minors and ageless blogs dni.

Obsidian Castle is eerily quiet at night.

There are no members of the royal family in the castle, except for those on duty who reside in the separate building.

Above all, it was because Lord Gilbert had only the minimum number of servants.

Even in such a situation, Mr. Roderich, who wears the hood and doesn't show his face,

Only Mr. Walter, Lord Gilbert's doctor, is a special case.

Roderich: Here you go.

Mr. Roderich, who escorted me to my room, even brought me a cup of tea.

Roderich: I mixed whisky with black tea. And I poured honey in it to make it taste better/palatable.

Emma:.....I've never had tea that way before. // ......This is the first time I've had that kind of way of drinking tea.

Walter: Because Obsidian is a cold zone unlike Rhodolite.

Walter: Most drinks contain a small amount of alcohol to warm the body.

(I didn't know.)

Mr. Roderich divided a small amount of black tea into another bowl and put it in his own mouth.

This is also a sight not often seen at Rhodolite.

Emma:. Is it…poisoned? // You’re testing the poison?

Roderich: Just in case.

Walter: Never take tea or food offered to you, even if you are an acquaintance.

Walter: A long time ago in Obsidian Castle, poisoning was a common occurrence.

Walter: Lord Gilbert has also experienced it several times……Ah, just remembering it makes my stomach churn……

Roderich: The resident physician at Obsidian is required to have knowledge of detoxification first and foremost.

(…….)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Emma: I wanted to give you this.

Gilbert:……..

Emma:…..Maybe you don’t like sweets?

Gilbert: You've got some nerve taking back what you offered me, don't you?

Emma: So, do you want it?

Gilbert: Of course. I was just getting hungry.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(Lord Gilbert was eating the sweets I made without being poisoned.)

(That might have been something special when I think about it now.)

There should have been an option of not eating it, but Lord Gilbert accepted my gratitude.

The kindness that I failed to notice pierced my heart sharply.

Roderich: Would you like to join us, doctor?

Walter:....Thanks. I'll take it.

Walter: Also, can I ask you to prepare a cold water? I need to take care of her.

Mr. Walter points to my eyes with his finger.

Emma: Do I look terrible?

Walter: Yes. That won't fool Lord Gilbert.

Walter: Please do your best to make things right in front of others. I am aware that I am saying harsh things, but…..

Walter: I ask you not to give him a reason for his death. // I ask you not to be the reason for his death. // I ask you not to give that man a reason to kill.

Walter: He's the one who killed many people and built Obsidian into what it is today, so it doesn't matter if it's you.

Walter: Lord Gilbert, including me and Roderich, will really kill you/them.

Walter: It was common for people who laughed together yesterday to be executed today.

(That's why this castle is quiet.)

It was easy to imagine how much more vibrant it must have been in the past.

Emma:….Those cold hands are irretrievably covered in blood.

Walter:…….

Emma: Is it wrong to wish for a person to live?

A beast that took many lives and trampled other countries.

Maybe it is a mistake for me to be so heartbroken right now.

Walter: By that logic, I, as the doctor in charge, am the greater villain...

Emma: Ah, no, no! That's not what I meant to say….

Roderich:….Doctor.

Walter: I beg your pardon. I was too mean.

Walter: But...yeah, he's a bad guy.

Walter: For example, let's say you had someone you cared about killed by Lord Gilbert. Would you forgive him?

Emma:….Unforgivable.

Walter: Yes, no matter what kind of rotten person it is, there are people who love and worry about that person.

Walter: Lord Gilbert became evil to correct the corruption of those in power, but....

Walter: I think that it is evil to hope for life as long as there are people who cannot tolerate such behavior….well, it’s just a theory.

(I think so too.)

Lord Gilbert, who conquered evil with evil, even if goodness remained at the root of it.

It is still an absolute evil, and it does not mean that the spilling blood was not there.

Walter: Even more than you, Lord Gilbert is aware of this.

Walter:....There is nothing more distressing than a doctor in charge of a patient who has no intention of curing the disease.

Mr. Walter picked up the cup and drank the tea with whiskey vigorously.

(Even though I feel this way and those two who had been together for a longer time than that..)

I know it's bad, but I can't help it.

(If he's a big bad guy, I wish he would have behaved more ruthlessly.)

(Showing kindness in a strange way, or showing weakness........I wish he didn't do that.)

I also pick up the cup and drink the tea.

Whether it's a strong whiskey or not, a heat spreads to the body just by taking a sip.

Walter: I don't care if I become a villain. My duty is to keep Lord Gilbert alive for as long as possible.

Walter: And in order to make use of it, we first need to make people want to live. // And in order to keep him alive, he must first have the desire to live.

Walter: If he’s going to call himself a great villain, then he should just live boldly...dammit.

Roderich: Doctor, swearing in front of Lady Emma is strictly punishable.

Walter:….I know.

Emma: Earlier, you also said that you shouldn't touch me...

(I wonder what Lord Gilbert does without my knowledge.)

Mr. Roderich and Mr. Walter look at each other and sigh deeply at the same time.

Roderich: Lord Gilbert was the first to issue the order upon his return to Obsidian.

Roderich: There are 50 kinds of strict ordinances. It will be issued to every person within the castle, and those who break it will be subject to punishment.

Walter: Do you want to know what it's all about? You're going to be amazed. // Want to know more? I’m stunned to hear.

Walter: Do not disrespect Lady Emma, nor do you interfere with her freedom within the castle—

Roderich: Prohibition of contact by the opposite sex, prohibition of unauthorized offerings, prohibition of excessive friendship

Walter: So, to sum it up in one word...

Roderich: "Don’t touch my woman".

(No wonder.....why I thought it was strange.)

A woman from another country, a stranger, brought back by the emperor - that's me.

Even though it shouldn't be strange for people to be cautious and disgusted,

Obsidian Castle was unnaturally kind to me.

Emma:….It's too much.

Walter: I guess so.

Roderich: It's not about keeping strict orders.

Roderich: The purpose is to let people know what kind of existence the emperor is.

Roderich: Obsidian is going through a period of change, but there is still a lot of corruption.

Roderich: What will happen without the protection of the emperor....can’t you imagine it?

Emma:…….

(….He is cherished.)

(Contradictory, even though he’s the one causing me so much pain.)

I press the cold towel that Mr. Roderich has prepared against my eyes.

The tears has subsided. but there was a sensation of swelling around my eyes.

Roderich: Our voices cannot reach Lord Gilbert.

Roderich: We are just tools that are easy to use, not Lord Gilbert's friends. // We are only a useful tool, not a friend of Lord Gilbert.

Roderich: To desire for him to live when he has chosen death is also a violation of the command.

Roderich: Doctor and I are not even allowed to persuade.

Walter: You are our only hope now.

Walter: Since Lord Albert is no longer in this world, we have no choice but to tell you everything.

Emma:……

Emma:….You’re expecting me I’m the kind of person to tell him to live.

Walter: If he doesn’t listen, he will die.

Walter: Lord Gilbert's body has already reached its limits. Even just speaking causes him considerable pain.

Walter: There’s…..only a few more days left…..

Walter: No, the sooner the decision, the better. Otherwise, it will be too late.

(…..A few days….)

(Can I persuade him in a few days?)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: Communication alone does not change people's values.

Gilbert: Of course things could change, but that would be a huge, world-changing feat.

Gilbert: You have no power to change the world. Don't be so cocky.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

Harder and harder, pressing the towel against my eyes.

Rather than being stained with evil, losing Lord Gilbert is more frightening.

(Why…..)

(……Why do I want him to live so badly?)

(I was treated cruelly, and there were times when I wished even Lord Gilbert wasn't here.)

The silence weighs heavily.

The towel, which should have been cold, has already absorbed the heat.

Roderich:…Can I say something selfish?

Roderich: It’s about the bloodstained rose day.

Walter: Oi….!

Roderich: I can't be killed so easily as I am an indispensable existence for Lord Gilbert's plan. // I am not so easily killed. I am an integral part of Lord Gilbert's plan.

Walter: That's not true. What I'm saying it's not something you should tell the Rhodolite’s daughter.

Roderich: I know. That's why it's selfish.

Roderich: I….

Roderich:…I cannot accept the death of Lord Gilbert.

(On the bloodstained rose day... is there still something I don't know?)

As I lowered the towel, my gaze met the red eyes behind the hood.

Emma: Tell me about it.

Walter:….O-Oh….

Mr. Walter had his head on his hands, but he didn't seem to want to stop.

Roderich: On the bloodstained rose day, Lord Gilbert—

Roderich: Killed the emperor.

(……)

(....I didn't sleep a wink last night.)

Unlike Rhodolite, The skies in Obsidian seem a bit blacker, even when the sky is blue.

The surrounding atmosphere made me feel like that, but I didn't feel better even after taking a walk.

(Lord Gilbert should have been examined by Mr. Walter by now.....)

━━FLASHBACK━━

When I visited his room in the morning, Lord Gilbert was in good spirits as if nothing had happened last night.

Gilbert: Good morning, little rabbit. I didn't expect you to come to my room.

Gilbert: I'm usually the one who picks you up, so this is new for me. Oh, maybe you missed me?

Gilbert: That's why I told you to sleep with me last night. You can sneak into my bed anytime, okay?

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(….I wonder if I behaved normally. I can't really remember the details of the conversation.)

Men and women in military uniforms who pass by salute me.

Each time, I feel like Lord Gilbert is behind me.

(……)

(…..I’ll just go back to my room.)

???: —Rabbit….

(I even started to hear some kind of auditory hallucination….)

???: Are you ignoring me, little rabbit?

Emma: Hya!?

A breath is blown in my ear from behind, as I jump.

I turned around and saw Lord Gilbert smiling innocently like a child whose prank had succeeded.

Emma: A surprise attack is not fair!

Gilbert: Oh no, how many times have I called out to you? It was the little rabbit who ignored me.

Emma: That's......sorry.

Gilbert: But I’m glad. It looks like you've regained your spirit today.

Gilbert: I was terrified of what I would do if I received the same kind of reaction as last night.

(I wonder if I've made him worried. It's Lord Gilbert who is having a hard time...)

Emma: After a day's sleep, I started to feel better.

I lied unintentionally, but Lord Gilbert only laughed and said nothing.

(I guess the inspection is over.)

Gilbert: What are you doing in such a dangerous place?

Emma: Taking a walk. I thought I'd take a look around the Obsidian Castle.

Gilbert: Hmm...what do you think?

Emma:….As I thought, the aspect of the military base is strong.

The castle is not dedicated to the arts like Rhodolite, but there are traces of military facilities everywhere.

It still takes courage for me to walk there alone.

The appearance of Lord Gilbert was enough to release some of the tension.

Gilbert: Not so interesting, is it?

Emma: It’s not that…I've never seen anything like that, so I was intrigued.

Gilbert: Liar. You hate tools that hurt people

Emma:…..

Gilbert: Well, I guess all these facilities are of no great interest to you, but not so much to the rest of the country.

Gilbert: Spies from other countries come almost every day, risking their lives to break into the castle and extract information.

Emma:…..Is it okay for me to walk freely? // ......Am I allowed to walk freely?

(Obsidian is the leading military nation... probably has more state-of-the-art technology than I think.)

Gilbert: There's nothing more threatening than an amateur touring the facility.

Gilbert: But I know a better place for a walk than here.

Gilbert: Would you like to go out with me?

(It….doesn't feel like you're pushing yourself.)

Perhaps because of the blue sky, Lord Gilbert's complexion is better today.

Emma: I'd like to.

Gilbert:…I never thought the little rabbit would nod so obediently.

Emma: Wow, there are times when I feel like that too.

Emma: I don't know anything about obsidian, so I'd like you to teach me various things…

Gilbert: As far as I know, it's still an enemy country for the little rabbit.

Emma:….That’s mean.

Gilbert: Haha, true.

Lord Gilbert flutters his black cloak and starts walking in front of me.

The sun is blocked out for a moment and a dark shadow covers me.

Gilbert: Come. I will show you the evil empire.

(Wow….)

At the foot of Obsidian Castle, the city spreads out.

When I finally arrived in the city, I was overwhelmed by the liveliness of the people and the cluster of well-maintained buildings. // When I came to the city, I was overwhelmed by the people's vitality and a group of well-maintained buildings.

(It was night when I passed by here by a carriage, so I couldn't see much of the view, but...)

(It's completely different from Rhodolite.)

Instead of any roses, Obsidian has many jewelry stores.

It seems that there are many workshops accompanying it, and it was just like a city in the country of ore.

(That's not all. There are only unfamiliar things lined up in the store.)

(Prince Chevalier said that military technology might be applied to the city.....)

(Obsidian may have more advanced technologies than other countries.)

Gilbert: In the meantime, let's get something to eat, shall we?

Emma: Um..... Lord Gilbert, is it okay to walk around the city?

Gilbert: Of course. No one would expect a royal family to walk majestically through the city.

Gilbert: But call me Gil. They might recognize me if you use my real name.

Emma:…I'll be careful.

Gilbert: You didn’t say it.

(It's a little embarrassing...)

Emma: Ah, don't you think that restaurant looks delicious?

Gilbert: You're not very good at dodging.

(I think so too.)

Lord Gilbert laughs dismissively and turns his feet to the store.

I tried to run after him, and my ears picked up the child's cries.

(It's over there. Maybe he fell down.)

A young boy on the side of the road is crying.

There was also another boy beside him who seemed to be his older brother, but he seemed to be in trouble.

Emma: Hey, are you okay?

When I call out to him, he gives me a piercing look.

Grown up boy: No. My brother couldn't stop crying at all.

Little boy: It hurts….sobs.

Emma: I see you're hurt. Let's get you patched up now——

(Oh, shoot. I don't have my linen that I always carry with me.)

(...... I used it to wipe my tears yesterday and forgot to put it in my pocket.)

Gilbert: Hey, watch this.

Before I knew it, Lord Gilbert was by my side as well, holding out his empty palm to the brothers.

When the boys looked at the palm of his hand curiously, Lord Gilbert squeezed it and——

When he opened it, two sticks of candy appeared.

(Amazing as always......!)

Little boy: Eh…huh…

Grown up boy: Amazing! There was nothing until just a little while ago…..big brother, are you a wizard?

Gilbert: That’s right. Because there's nothing I can't do.

(….!)

I was casually handed a black cloth and nodded slightly. // He casually handed me a black cloth and gave me a small nod.

While Lord Gilbert was getting the brothers' attention, I covered the wound with a cloth to stop the bleeding.

The brothers seem to be so absorbed in the magic that they are unaware they have been patched up. // The brothers seem to be so absorbed in the magic that they are unaware that the little boy has been patched up.

I've thought of something similar in the orphanage, but...

Lord Gilbert, who smiled at the children, was far from villainous than I imagined.

(No... just because you have this side of you, you're still a bad person.)

(But…)

(..... Ahh...now I remember.)

I frowned at Lord Gilbert as he waved goodbye to the children.

━━FLASHBACK━━

Roderich: On the bloodstained rose day, Lord Gilbert killed the Emperor.

Emma:…W…Why?

(I knew that the emperor was killed by Lord Gilbert, but I didn't know when...)

Emma: The emperor...he was the supreme commander, and he must have led the invasion.

Roderich:....I don't know why. Lord Gilbert didn't say anything.

Roderich: So, just the facts.

Roderich: If Lord Gilbert didn't kill the emperor——

Roderich: Rhodolite’s defeat would have been very close.

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EIRA: What’s going on? ÅSE: You! You are one of them! A necromancer! What evil do you whisper? SARAYN: Calm your violent tongue, Valkyrie. ÅSE: Don’t speak at me, Deathling! That magic is unnatural! What’s dead should remain dead! And you should join them! Let Pointy Ear alone and face your judgement! KYRIE: Stop! All of you! ÅSE: Come away now, Your Grace. I will protect you from vermin. KYRIE: Please, listen to me. Lord Tev’us was only defending me. EIRA: Defending? KYRIE: That… assassin… was sent for me. I don’t know why or who sent him. Lord Tev’us saved my life. He only did what he did to try and get some answers. I knew of his magic, and I asked him to do it. ÅSE: You knew? And you let him stay? Tch! KYRIE: I trusted him, yes. I’m not asking you to do the same, but at least listen to me when I say he only did this on my word. If you want to level your hate at anyone, aim it at me. ÅSE: Hmph. You are not who I thought you to be. What grace have you? Ridiculous! Come, Witcher, Lady Light! The air here is too foul! KYRIE: Eve… EVE: I… I need to think. SARAYN: Why? Why lie on my behalf? KYRIE: What lie? You did this for my sake. SARAYN: You didn’t explicitly ask me to. You could have let them go on thinking what they wanted to think. It’s the truth, after all. KYRIE: And make things more difficult for you? If they hate me, so be it. If they distrust me, let them. I can handle bitterness. But I don’t want to see you at the end a sword. SARAYN: How noble of you to be concerned for my safety. Or how foolish. For all you know, I deserve to be at the end of that sword. KYRIE: And perhaps I deserved to be at the end of his. If you like, you can simply consider it a debt repaid. SARAYN: Very well. That point still stands. Someone has tried to kill you tonight. KYRIE: So they have. SARAYN: Even with my magic, the question remains: Why? KYRIE: Kill the divine moon... It only makes sense that I would be next. SARAYN: Next? KYRIE: Damn. I hate when she’s right. But I suppose it’s true. I’m no longer safe here.

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