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#▸no need for formalities i'm just a mere human! - important
lovetei · 9 months
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AaAaaaHHHHHH I loved your “Things that the citizens of the Devildom witnessed that will prove that this Human have the characters at their beck and call” post lol :P
Could you plssssss do it w the side characters? Especially barbatos I love him. He’s my bbg lol
Sure, I'm actually just waiting for someone to request it :P
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Things that the citizens of the Devildom witnessed that will prove that this Human have the characters at their beck and call
Versions: Demon Brothers, Side Characters
Warnings: Slight yandere themes (Barbatos, Simeon)
Links: Masterlist
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DIAVOLO
He doesn't actually like going around
Sure, it's mentioned a lot of times that he want to visit this or that
But only if you or the others are willing to come with him
Otherwise it's as boring as doing paperworks
He won't even come out to meet important personalities
They need to come to the castle themselves because there's no damn way Diavolo will actually use effort to meet people he's actually not too close to.
But when it's you?
Damn, you better bet the moment you told him "Hey, Diavolo... I'm kind of stuck in the plaza and the brothers are surely too busy to pick me up so can you send me a driver..?"
How dare you ask for a driver?
When he's literally right there?
The moment the words "I'm kind of stuck in the plaza-" He's already in his most luxurious car starting it to get his future spouse
Hell, he'll even bought a flower before getting to you
And you two will make a scene
And you two will surely make it to the news tomorrow
He'll arrive to the place in something quite formal yet still casual
With a bouquet of flowers in his hands
Like the perfect future husband he is
And open the door for you to get in
And if you're asking why Barbados didn't do anything against him...
Well, he's got a few mouse friends there for help.
Anyways, enjoy the ride
And sign the marriage papers
Please
BARBATOS
His power holds such an important role for Diavolo
He's such a powerful "demon"
It would actually be quite nice if you were just a little more closer to him
But if you are...
He's willing to use this oh so important power for you like it's just a mere toy
You fell on the stairs and someone saw it? Reversed.
You failed a test? Reversed.
You made the wrong decision? Reversed.
If Diavolo actually saw how much he's rambling the time lines just for you he'll go insane.
Hell, he'll pass out when he knows that Barbatos is letting you use his power like he's some hourglass!
But Barbatos knows you
And he likes you
He knows that someone like you won't actually take advantage of his power like that
And would always choose to do things without it
He knows that he's your last resort
And he loves it
He loves that fact that you treasure his power so much
That you treasure him so much...
His power might seem to be the most important tool for you among the other abilities the brothers and the others gave you
And so that basically puts him above the food chain
And he'll stay there
He'll make sure you will view him as important as right now
For all internity
SIMEON
He treasures himself and the people around him so much
But mostly himself
Because that's what father told them to do
He treat his body like the temple of god
He'll walk around the Devildom with pride in himself
Not too much but not too less
He knows his worth
So when he met you
Such a wonderful human
He will also teach you how to put pride in yourself
And always be proud on what you're doing
And then he'll start to get drawn to you
The body he oh so treasured now treated like a toy for you
He once valued naturality but maybe using this makeup you love so much will make him appear more attractive?
"Oh, Simeon? Did you use some foundation and mascara?! That looks so good on you!"
Yes, MC.
Just look at him
It all started with dressing up more for you
Then it escalated
The body he once didn't let anyone touch is now open for you
Just for you
Hold his hand
Grab his waist
And use his shoulders
Ha...
God won't punish him for a little touch now would he..?
SOLOMON
He's shady and he knows it
It's been so long and he's been around may too many people
He doesn't know who to trust anymore
And who to be honest with
He always have to keep himself alarmed and ready
Because that's what the past taught him to do
And that's what the present is telling him to do
Oh, another human?
How nice...
He just hope you don't end up like him
Overly conscious
You know what... He'll help you
He doesn't want a human to fall to the same hole he is right now
He thought that he'll be the one to guide you
He didn't know that you'll guide him...
And now he's willing to do anything for you
He's willing to follow you anywhere
He's willing to give you anything
He's willing to be your loyal servant
Just like Barbatos, he's willing to use everything he have just keep you by his side
Whether it be human, demon, angel connections, money or power
It can be anything and he'll give it you
To the human who showed him the light once again.
MEPHISTOPHELES
He's a private person
That's why he has a whole ass room reserved just for him in the academy
It can't help but have his blood boiling whenever one of the brothers barging into his room unannounced
The sense of nervousness won't leave him whenever Diavolo came to visit him
And the mixed feelings when the other exchange students decided to drop by
But when you enter his room
The light started to get a little darker
And the atmosphere turned into something heavier yet more comforting feeling
Have you drank anything you're not supposed to drink human?
What's this atmosphere around you human?
Did you... Cast a spell on him human?
To be honest
It'll be better for him to know that you cast a love spell on him
Than for him to consciously know that he's falling for you
Falling for the human others already love
But he can't help but say "Why don't you stay a little longer, MC?" Whenever you drop by.
"You can stay and do your assignments or whatever here. I have a vast collection of books you might need."
It might be selfish but why don't you stay a little longer?
Stay inside this private room with him
And only him.
RAPHAEL
He's known as a hitman
And his job down here is to probably spy on Simeon or Lucifer
But this weird human caught his eyes...
Maybe he should spy on you too?
Hmm... Why are you so different?
Are you the premium version of human?
But either way...
He saw how tired you were after each day ends
It looks like this place have sucked any living hope and energy out of you
So he took this as a problem and decided to come up with a solution
He decided to help you run around errands and even take some of your work loads
Gosh... You're so busy
So tiring
Sometimes you two will just find yourself in the dark and unused alley of the school
Sitting on the floor with each others head on your shoulder
You'd mutter "So tired..." And he will pat your head to help you at least have a few minutes of nap between work.
And before he knows it
It became a habit for the two of you
Instead of going to the dark alley you decided to take some nap in the cafeteria and even on empty classrooms
The Brothers will not found you two scattered all over the academy sleeping on each other
And before he even noticed
Whenever the slightest danger occurs he's already jumping in front of you and pushing you back as he shield your fragile body
THIRTEEN
She's such a trouble maker
And you're an expert in keeping trouble makers in line
And Thirteen will make sure she don't follow that line!
She keeps on pulling pranks
Traps here
Traps there
Gosh will she ever stop
Then one day you got so busy that your usual scolding for her didn't happened
Not even once
She felt empty without your nagging voice I guess?
But that doesn't matter!
At least, now, no one will stop her from doing what she loves!
No one...
Will stop her?
But who will scold her when she's about to do an extremely dangerous prank where she might get hurt?
Who will treat her wounds when she accidentally scratched her with one of her schemes?
It's been just a few days without your nagging voice and she's already at your doorstep in the middle of a night on a weekend asking
"Are you ignoring me?"
"Why aren't you talking to me anymore?"
"Are you tired of me now..?"
It feels like she'll start crying if she says anything more so you just denied everything and said that your schedule have been fully packed
Even saying that you're a new member of the council so you became more busy
She felt so embarrassed after that
But she started to treasure your relationship more
And maybe...
Waiting in the line is not that big of a deal if it's for you...
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prettynice8 · 4 months
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Kinkmas Day 9: God kink
Paring: Sosuke Aizen x male reader
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This guy
Warnings: Kissing, degradation, blowjob, creampie, not much foreplay or aftercare, sex on Aizen's throne, reader is particularly twinky, obsessed reader, pet kink, God kink DUH
Part 2?
Word count: 1751
To say that you were surprised when you heard you were called to see Lord Aizen himself was a vast understatement. You were simply a mere human that he happened to have found and taken attraction to, so he took you with him, luckily being one of the rare people who can see soul reapers, and you agreed because if a hot god guy wants to take you with him, are you supposed to say no.
The reason for your surprise was that ever since you went with him, he hasn't so much as said a single word to you. He just gave you a room and sent someone to feed you every now and then, not that you were complaining, being able to roam what was essentially a whole ass castle. The arrancar were also very kind to you because how amazing you are and if someone disagrees then they might be right, idk.
So, you were actually pretty complacent with your life, as it was, though you would like to see the guy you completely changed your life for a little more often. Though I guess gods have more important shit to do than hang out with lowly humans such as yourself, it would still be nice to be acknowledged.
Suddenly, you were brought back to reality and out of your mind when you saw doors leading to Aizen's throne room. They were cartoonishly big, so much so that you couldn't even open them. I guess the Espada don't really have a problem with this because of the superpowers or whatever.
While you were attempting to open the doors Grimmjow happened to walk by.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked, lightly snickering at your failed attempts at opening, to him, a normal door.
"Trying to get this door open." You replied, still pushing with all of your might, not even budging it.
"Need some help?" He questioned.
"No, I almost got it." You declined, still not moving it at all.
"Let me help you." He said, pushing the door open with ease.
"Thank you, my lord." You said, bowing in front of him.
"That's really not necessary, just helping you so I hopefully get something in return." He stated, giving you a wink.
You blow it off as him just being friendly, though a light blush still appears on your face. Though you still blow it off, walking in to Aizen's throne room, fucking finally.
Aizen greets you with a wide smirk, happy that he can now play with his little pet. You walk up to him, taking a while due to the dramatically long room. You bow before him, head down as mere mortals like you should probably not look in the eyes of such a higher being.
He laughs at your formalness and pats his thigh.
"Here," he demanded, his voice clear and strong while still remaining calm and gentle. You're utterly confused, and it is very affluent on your face. He doesn't talk or so much as be in the same room as you for weeks and suddenly wants you on his lap, not that you're mad, just confused.
Though you still follow his orders, attempting to get up on the large throne, attempt being the operative word here, as you fail trying to get up. He laughs at your incompetence and just picks you up, putting you on his lap cross sided.
"I wanted to finally talk to you, I'm sure you've wanted to do the same." He exclaimed, petting your head while doing so, which you thought was weird but didn't give any more attention than that.
"Oh, hell yes." You accidently let out; tone littered with desperation. Shit, shit, shit, now he probably thinks you're a weird clingy weirdo who's just thirsty for any dick you can find, which is true, but you still don't want him thinking that.
He laughs at your outburst, responding by kissing you. You were shocked, but you still kissed him back. His lips are rough yet still have a very relaxing feel. His hand runs through your hair, softly brushing it with his fingers as he puts his tongue on your closed lips, in which you immediately grant access.
You didn't know what you were feeling, joy, excitement, confusion, shock, anger, sorrow, they all blend together as the first thing he's done with you is put you on his lap and start to kiss you.
He breaks the kiss, lips leading down to your neck, easily finding and then kissing your sensitive spots. He then begins to leave love bites, licking them over after they form.
"You might be the luckiest person ever," he stated flatly, "being able to have a God such as myself who chooses you and only you for his mate."
A weird sense of relief washed over when he said, "you and only you", the thought of him having multiple other lovers has come up to you before, but you didn't care much then because you haven't done anything with him up until now.
He stops his assault on your neck, opting to take off your shirt and suck on your already erect nipples instead.
"You probably don't deserve this much attention from me, aren't I so kind as to offer it to you." He said, his voice so calming it could put you to sleep were it not for his touch.
"Yes Lord Aizen, you are the kindest person on earth to give such attention to a lowly mortal like me." You thanked,
"My are you obedient, I think I made the right choice." He said, the same feeling that you felt before coming back. He returns to suck on your right nipple while twisting his fingers on your left. Never have you felt such pleasure outside of pure sex.
He takes it up another notch, taking off his clothes lightly while instantly following up with ripping yours off, doing both actions so quick you couldn't even see.
This is your first time seeing his cock and holy shit are you not disappointed. It is quite long while also having a good deal of girth, having a perfect balance of both. It also has a surprisingly large bush for a man like him. He notices your eyes focusing on his burly dick.
"Impressed." He, not even being a question.
"Absolutely Lord Aizen." You replied anyway.
"Why don't you show me how much you love it?" He said, eyes gesturing towards his penis. You give him a quizzical look for a second before realizing what he's talking about.
You prop yourself up on his throne, his lap large enough to where you can get on your knees. You start off slowly, pumping his member with your hand, giving his tip a little lick every now and then, but you can tell that he wants more.
You let go of his dick, opting instead to give light kisses all over it, giving it the attention and love that it deserves. You switch to licks and then to eventually putting the tip in your mouth.
You lightly suck on just the tip until Aizen shoves you head done the rest of his cock, your nose in his pubes. You take it the rest of the way, moving your head up and down his shaft slowly, getting used to how it feels in your mouth.
You start to move faster, sucking his cock up and down, tears accumulating in the corner of your eyes from how big it is, in which Aizen kindly wipes off with his thumb for you.
His moans become really evident when you use your tongue, sliding it along the bottom of his shaft, you also use your hand to play with his balls.
"Fuck your good." He praised the compliment, giving you extra motivation to make him cum, which is exactly what he does.
You graciously accept his cum that shoots down his throat, swallowing every last drop. He opens your mouth just to make sure you did.
"Good job, now for the main course." He said, setting you right above the same cock you just sucked. He gives you one final kiss before slowly setting you on to his dick, not wanting to ruin his brand-new favorite servant.
You grip on to his muscular bare chest so you don't fall over, his girth feeling like it's going to split you open. He kisses, trying to calm you down, which works to some extent but still not enough to get it just halfway through.
After what feels like forever, he finally is balls deep inside you.
"Good job taking me all in, it seems like it's a perfect fit." He said, giving a kiss on the forehead. "Now let's see what it feels like when I start moving."
He stays still for a while, waiting for you to adapt to his size before moving. He starts off slow, not wanting to rip you in half, which is very possible with his size.
He starts to pick up the speed once he thinks you're ready enough for him to start moving for real. His pace and force of his thrusts both increase steadily. You moan loudly, barely being able to take it. it.
"You get the dick of a God in your tight ass, you're very honored." He stated.
"Thank you so much Lord Aizen, I love your big dick inside me." You whined between moans.
That's enough to send him over the edge, thrusting lifting you up rapidly and forcing you back down, his hips meeting halfway, he truly is a perfect being.
He really is using you as his own personal sex toy to use and abuse with how he's thrusting into you, but he is still caring about your sexual needs, occasionally sucking, biting, and licking your perked up nipples. His large body totally manhandles you, effortlessly lifting and slamming you on his dick.
You don't last much longer, one last lick on your left nipple is enough for you to cum, hard. He continues to bound into you, releasing not long after you, cumming right inside you.
He keeps his dick inside you; you notice but you don't care enough to react, drifting off into sleep in your Lord's arms. Though before you do you feel him kiss both of your cheeks, then he lays a flurry of kisses on your forehead, watching you peacefully rest in his grasp.
"I am absolutely not letting you go."
THE END
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oliviaischillin1204 · 7 months
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Lighten Up, Teach
[olivia's note: hey y'all! this is another fic by the incomparable anne onymous. anne i literally LOVED this fic and my stomach was swooping the entire time i read it sjdhfdjsk. thank you for always creating such good stuff!]
Roman was tired of Logan acting like an emotionless, uptight, boring robot. There was once a time when Logan knew how to have fun and even smiled, but now he was more serious and mature than any human needed to be. That man needed to learn how to have fun again, and Roman was going to teach him. Whether he liked it or not. He barged into Logan's room without knocking, causing the logical Side to glare at him. "Please remember to knock in the future, Roman." Logan scolded. "There's no time for formalities! This is an emergency!" Roman protested. "Emergency? What emergency?" Logan asked worriedly. "You, Logan! This ends now! You need help!" Roman yelled. "Help with what?" Logan asked, puzzled by what Roman meant and how it could be constituted as an emergency. "You barely smile, you never laugh, and you never do anything fun with us anymore!" Roman stated. "Your point?" Logan inquired. "It shall continue no longer! You're coming with me to my room!" Roman stated, grabbing Logan's wrist and attempting to drag him to his room. But Logan was stubborn. 
"Roman, I have too much important work to do! I don't have time for your bizarre shenanigans!" Logan protested, trying to pull himself out of Roman's grasp, but it was futile. Everyone knew Roman was the strongest Side and hard to defeat but Logan was just as determined as Roman. The two were now stuck in a bizarre and awkward game of Tug Of War. Roman refused to release Logan's wrist and Logan refused to leave his room. "You are not taking me to your room to participate in whatever silly antics you have planned." Logan said. "Fine. We'll do it here then." Roman compromised, tackling Logan to the floor. The two wrestled for a bit before Roman managed to overpower Logan, straddling his waist and pinning his wrists above his head. "And what exactly do you plan on doing with me, Roman?" Logan demanded. "I'm about to do something so ridiculous, so silly, so goofy, so immature, so nonsensical, that even scientists still question why humans are capable of this." Roman explained vaguely. "And that would be?" Logan questioned. "Tickling." Roman answered in a low whisper. 
"Don't. You. Dare." Logan growled. "I dare." Roman said before squeezing Logan's sides. Logan shut his mouth as tight as he could to avoid laughing. His fists were clenched and he couldn't stop wiggling, but he refused to give in. But when Roman found a sweet spot where his sides meet his tummy, the dam broke and out came the surprised belly laughter. "Nohohohoho! Dahahahamn it! Hahahahaha!" Logan chuckled. "Oh. My. Gosh! I forgot how cute your laugh was! You need to do it more often." Roman encouraged. "I refuhuhuhse! Hahahahaha!" Logan laughed. "Wow, for someone refusing to laugh, you sure are doing a lot if it." Roman teased. "Rohohoman, this is vehehehery immahahature! Hahahahaha!" Logan pointed out. "That's kind of the point, point-dexter." Roman said, moving his wiggling fingers to Logan's tummy. He certainly wasn't expecting the fit of childish giggles that followed. It was so adorable and cute, he almost stopped. 
"Rohohoman, nohohohoho!" Logan giggled. "Roman yes, you adorable little tickle-toy." Roman teased, making the logical Side blush. Logan was uncertain if he could keep up this facade for much longer. Despite the kicking, squirming, wiggling, struggling and protests, he was enjoying every single second of this. Laughing uncontrollably, letting go of his seriousness for once, just goofing off and playing around with his friend, he hasn't been this happy in a long time. Then again, it has been a long time since he was tickled and in all honesty, he missed it. Whenever a tickle fight broke out, he used to merely run, hide and protest before getting caught. But in recent years, he resorted to scoffing and walking away from the scene because he had an image to uphold even though he seceretly loved it. The laughter was great, and actually being tickled felt surprisingly loving. But he needed Roman to stop before–Too late. 
Roman stopped in his tracks and stared at Logan who was now frozen in fear and pale as a sheet. "Did you just snort?" he asked excitedly. Logan couldn't bring himself to answer, too embarrassed by that sound that just escaped him. But that didn't stop Roman from picking up right where he left off, tickling around Logan's bellybutton. "Nohohohoho! *snort* Not agahahahain! *snort* Rohohoman, plehehease!" Logan cackled. "That is so adorable!" Roman exclaimed. He's never heard Logan laugh like this before. Well, Logan laughing in general is uncommon enough, but Logan snorting while laughing? Unheard of. "Nohohoho *snort* it ihihihisn't! Ihihit's *snort* undignifihihihihied!" Logan protested. He hated when he snort-laughed. If Patton does it, it's cute. But that's Patton, he's always been adorable and silly. Logan was serious and dignified, he can't laugh like that. Well, he can, but he would rather not. Speaking of Patton...
An unexpected knock on the door interrupted their "game" and Roman stilled his fingers. "Come iiiiin!" Roman sang before Logan could ask the knocker to leave. Patton walked in, exciting Roman. Everyone knew he was pretty much the Mind Palace's tickle monster and loves a good tickle-fight. "Hey kiddos! Sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to check and see what all that ruckus and kerfuffle was about." Patton explained. "Oh, we were just having some fun." Roman said. "Correction: HE was having fun. I however, am being held here against my will." Logan lied. "Oh please, you could've bucked me off and ran away at any time." Roman taunted, repeatedly poking Logan around the ribs. Logan let out a squeaky giggle before covering his mouth with both hands, the action soon followed by a squeal from Patton. "Awwww, Logan! You're participating in our tickle fights again?! That's great! Gosh, I remember how much you used to love being tickled." Patton cooed.
Logan attempted to retort but all that left his lips was a scrambled mess of strangled sounds. After about a minute, he finally managed to form a coherent sentence. "When have I ever implied that I enjoy this ridiculous activity?" Logan asked. "Padre, you're right! This whole time he never once said "stop"! I think someone is enjoying himself more than he'd like to admit." Roman teased. "FALSEHOOD!" Logan yelled loudly, causing the others to cover their ears. "Patton, will you please convince Roman to stop this nonsense?" Logan demanded. "Logan's right, Roman. You can't keep doing this." Patton said. To say that Roman was disappointed was an understatement. "Everyone knows that Logan's feet are his best spot." Patton added. Logan froze. All that tickling from Roman must've scrambled his thoughts. How could he forget that Patton couldn't resist any chance given to tickle someone? 
"Care to show me how it's done?" Roman asked. "I'd be delighted." Patton said, walking over to Logan who was now wiggling, squirming and bucking in a desperate attempt to escape. If it weren't for the fact his hands were free and could easily push Roman off, you'd think he genuinely didn't want this. Patton removed Logan's shoes and socks then put his ankles in a headlock. "Okay, Logan. Since I'm a nice person, I'll go easy on you if you ask me nicely." Patton offered. Logan was too smart to fall for that, he knew exactly what Patton meant. He wanted him to outright say the dreaded word. Not only that, but if he complied with Patton's wishes, he won't get the treatment he truly desires. "Patton, I suggest both you and Roman drop this ridiculous nonsense because I have too much important work to do and I cannot afford any more of this unwanted interruption." Logan said. "You had your chance, Lo. Don't say I didn't warn you." Patton replied before scribbling all ten fingers across Logan's sensitive soles.
Logan went absolutely ballistic with laughter. Bucking and shaking left to right with renewed strength, Roman was struggling to stay on top of him. "Wow, you sure are a pro, Pat." Roman complimented. "I'm just getting started. If you think this is bad, watch this." Patton advised. Roman managed to turn himself around without falling off Logan so he could watch what Patton was about to do. "Tickle tickle tickle, Logan! Cootchie cootchie coo, Logi-Bear! Who's got ticklish little footsies? I think somebody's got tickwish wittle toesies. Aren't you just the most ticklish little thing?" Patton cooed. Roman almost burst out laughing himself when he saw how red Logan's face turned at Patton's teasing. Logan wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. He wasn't sad or in pain or anything, but he wanted to cry. Patton's baby-talk teases were always too much for him even though at the same time he loved them more than any other tease. 
"Um, Patton? I think he needs a break or we'll break him." Roman warned, noticing Logan's eyes were tearing up. Patton looked where Roman was looking and immediately stopped. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, Logan! Are you ok?" Patton asked. As Logan caught his breath, he knew he had to think of an appropriate response to help try to ease Patton's clear guilt. "I assure you, Patton, I am not in any pain nor am I experiencing any unpleasant emotions right now. Your concern is noted, but unnecessary as I am fine." Logan reassured. "No negative emotions at all?" Patton checked. "None." Logan assured. So you WERE having fun?" Roman inquired. "I-I did n-not say that, Roman." Logan stuttered. "But you said so yourself that you weren't feeling any unpleasant feelings. Meaning you were only feeling pleasant emotions the whole time." Roman pointed out. "Awww, I knew he still enjoyed this." Patton cooed. "Certainly does seem that way, Patton." Roman commented. "As a matter of fact, I think I recall a certain game, or more specifically, a certain rhyme that he just used to love." Patton teased. "You wouldn't." Logan said. "I would." Patton replied, grabbing Logan's big toe. 
"This little piggy went to market..." Patton started, wiggling and tickling the digit. "Pahahahatton, plehehease!" Logan protested. "This little piggy stayed home..." Patton continued. "Dohohon't, Pahahatton!" Logan begged. "This little piggy had roast beef..." Patton said before squealing when Logan snorted. "Hey, the snorts are back! He's being the little piggy!" Roman exclaimed. "Roman, will you shut up?!" Logan yelled. "Now, Logan, that wasn't very nice. I think someone needs to say sorry." Patton said, swiping a single finger up and down the arch of Logan's foot. "Nohohohoho! Hahahahaha! Okahahay, I'm sohohohorry, Rohohomahan!" Logan chuckled. "That's better. But now I've lost my place. Oh well, I guess I'm just gonna have to start all over again." Patton taunted. "Roast beef!" Logan cried out. "Logan, now is not the time to decide what's for dinner later." Roman teased. "Oh yeah, that's where I was. Thank you, Logan." Patton said. Logan blushed and Patton picked up where he left off. 
"This little piggy had none." Patton began again. Logan giggled nervously, knowing what's to come as the moral Side grabbed his pinky toe. "And this little piggy went wee wee wee all the way home!" Patton finished, showing Logan's sensitive sole no mercy as the logical Side screamed with boisterous laughter from the unbearably ticklish attack and even managed to knock Roman off in all his desperate twisting, wiggling, shaking and bucking. "GAHAHAHAHA!!! NAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!" Logan bellowed, unable to beg or plead through the intensity of his laughter. When Patton finally stopped after a few seconds (although to Logan it felt much longer than that), Logan curled into himself, trying to catch his breath and calm his residual giggles as the phantom tickles slowly faded away. "Here, this should help you, Harry Potter." Roman said, handing Logan a glass of water. As he drank it, he gave Roman a puzzled look. "Because of your glasses! Right?" Patton guessed, turning to Roman for confirmation. "That, and you're the boy who lived. Only instead of you-know-who, you survived a deadly attack from the tickle monster." Roman explained, causing Logan to roll his eyes as he put the now empty glass down. 
"Oh, that reminds me. We forgot about his other foot. Can't let it feel "left" out!" Patton joked. As Roman laughed at the pun, Logan leapt to his feet and made a run for it. "Get him!" Roman exclaimed. Both he and Patton ran down the halls, chasing after Logan until the creative Side had an idea. "Let's split up." Roman suggested. Patton nodded and the two went in different directions. As Patton started catching up to Logan from behind, the logical Side became too distracted with trying to outrun him to even notice Roman right in front of the stairs, ready to catch him. "Gotcha!" Roman proclaimed, grabbing Logan and putting him over his shoulders. "Roman, you put me down this instant!" Logan yelled as he was carried downstairs. "If you insist." Roman said, bringing Logan down to the floor and pinning him down by straddling his back, right below his ribcage, leaving him lying on his stomach. "Uh-oh. Looks like you're trapped again." Patton giggled, sitting himself down on Logan's calves and grabbing his foot. Logan couldn't deny he was feeling very vulnerable right now and there was no way out. He rested his head in his arms and sighed. 
"Just get it over with." Logan mumbled. "Get what over with? Could you please provide a little more clarity?" Roman teased. Logan was ashamed of the whimper that escaped his lips. Why was it so hard to do this? "Come on, Logan. You can do it. It's just one little word. Actually, it kinda sounds like two words. Tick all. Like, tick all that apply. Try imagining you're saying that." Patton advised. Logan felt himself relax more at the suggestion but he was still a little apprehensive. Roman could sense his discomfort and moved his hand towards Logan's and he instantly grabbed it and squeezed it for emotional support, bracing himself for what he was about to say. "Tickle me!" Logan blurted out. "I'd love to! Thanks for asking!" Patton exclaimed, scratching under Logan's toes. Logan didn't bother holding back his happy laughter and swore he heard Roman say "Good job." but wasn't entirely sure. Safe to say he wasn't going to get any work done this afternoon, but perhaps having fun with your family of friends was just as important.
The End.
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the-director · 10 months
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So I'm obsessed with steven universe again. And I know there's a lot of discourse/heated discussion surrounding rose/pink diamond and pearl and Greg. Specific things seem to be up for debate. Did rose love pearl? Would that be fucked up considering the power imbalance when they first met, when pink owned pearl? Was pearl and rose in an open relationship, was pearl upset because rose was polyamorous?
I'm of the opinion that rose did love pearl just as pearl loved rose but there was no formal confession between the two of them. There was affection, and feelings were messy. After all they were fighting a war, and then after that they were traumatized with their many friends shattered or corrupted. I don't think rose was ever good at confrontation, and neither was pearl. It would make sense for the two of them to avoid their important discussion of boundaries and feelings. Especially since romance and interpersonal relationships are not supported on homeworld, and for humanity thousands of yrs ago things were different.
Now here's the main thing that I'm interested in: Greg and rose. Why Greg is *different* why he was roses "favorite" why pearl was so jealous of him.
Because he didn't put rose on a pedestal. I think everyone in the show is guilty of this, turning her into a figure beyond believe. Whether it's pearl, or garnet telling her tales of rebellion. Or jasper and the rest of homeworld hating her and as evidence from the off colors some even thinking she wasn't real merely a mythical figure. And this doesn't change from her as pink diamond, garnet telling steven and the off colors how evil and cruel she was, making her into a malicious villain. Or homeworld, blue diamond crying for the innocent pink killed by her own rose quartz.
But Greg didn't care about any of that, he didn't care about where she came from or how others thought of her (neither his friend Vidalia, nor the crystal gems) He saw beyond all that and got to know her by talking to her and showing her human stuff.
Greg is very emotionally intelligent, amethyst is too. Amethyst I think also put rose on a pedestal, at least a bit. But she approaches it in a different way than garnet and pearl. And I can't really blame her, perhaps amethyst saw rose as a mother figure? But I'm getting ahead of myself, I'll need to contemplate amethyst later.
Anyways. Greg is able to approach people in a different way than others. I think characters in the show, and perhaps some of the audience. Might get the impression that Steven's ability to talk to people, to calm them down, to get them to think differently, comes from rose. But I'd wager it comes from Greg. And I think maybe Greg had that sort of influence on Rose, too. This is somewhat speculation.
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frenxio · 1 year
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Albedo x reader - 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲-𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲
𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁/𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁
𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.2𝗞
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You are a mortal commoner, capable of fighting off hilichurls, but not strong enough to defeat an abyss mage. Without a vision, you were able to venture out of Mondstadt and went to deserted places, areas where no monster would be sighted. One of those places were Falcon Coast. Near the ocean, where there's an underpopulation of monsters.
You often go there to walk or collect shells. Sometimes even playing with Jill and Will while Mack watches over the children's safety, but you never thought that there would come a day that you would see the prince in the area.
You were just walking by the beach in Falcon Coast as usual, however today you didn't see the figures that belonged to Jill, Will and Mack. You just shrugged. As long as Mack was there, you didn't need to worry about the children's safety. You should worry about yours first.
A mitachurl, who's axe was burning fire jumped from behind you and readied himself to attack. He had his axe in the air, pointing the sharpest part towards your head and yells that caught your attention. Quickly, you turned to dodge his attack and immediately strike him down with the knife that you hid. If it weren't enough, you were going to end the mitachurl, but it ran away for dear life.
You huffed. "coward."
"Impressive performance." A person started clapping their hands as they walked closer to you who just ended a 'performance' as this person said. Personally, you wouldn't even call it a performance when you only had one chance to dig a knife in its skin.
You turned around, harshly flinching when you saw his high quality clothing, his silver hair tied in a braided half ponytail. He was no ordinary man, you could tell at first glance. He looked like of high importance. If he was just watching you, why didn't he help? "Greetings. I'm afraid to ask but, who might you be?"
"I'm Albedo, first prince of Dragonspine. Pleased to meet you." A smile formed on his face.
Swiftly, you bowed at a ninety degree angle to show your respect for the prince. "Apologies, I did not realise sooner. What might your business be here in Falcon Coast?" You eyed him up and down, then beyond him to search for his knights and transport but, as one can describe, it was empty.
He let out a gentle laugh from between his lips and said, "No need to be so formal. I am merely here for a walk."
You were hesitant to be informal towards a prince. You were used to highly praising those with title and wealth, while he was the first to ask you to chat with him casually. It was difficult, but you ended up doing as he said. "You came here all the way from Dragonspine? Falcon Coast must be golden to you."
"It is." he sent you an even brighter smile, and gesturing you to follow him on his walk. "How about you? I often see you walk around the area. What is your purpose here?"
A sweat drop rolled down as you scratched your cheek with a nervous laugh. You walk along side him. "I come here for the same reason as you, your highness. Ah, I almost forgot. My name is Y/n."
"I see. Then this place must be golden to you too." He breathed. "By the way, I just wanted to add, Y/n, that you don't have to call me 'your highness'. Call me Albedo. Think of me as your friend."
It didn't even cross your mind that you two would become real friends. The both of you often meet up in Falcon Coast, walking together and chit-chatting away about the differences between commoners and of highly praised prince, including the experience of being born as how they are in Teyvat.
The more you knew about him, the more you figured that he wasn't like those princes in fairytales. The ones who would come to rescue the princess, the ones who would kiss their sleeping lover to awaken, and those who would sacrifice themselves to end up with their partner. He held no understanding of love. As he explained that he's only a synthetic human as well as a scientist.
"So far, love has been the biggest projects and one of the largest mysteries that I own and wonder." Albedo looked down on the water that tickled his naked feet while you continue to observe his lips that move to speak. "It is difficult to distinguish between platonic and romantic love. However, Sucrose seems to understand. She explained it to me, but it did not answer my puzzle."
"I can sense the difficulties you have." You sighed while looking up the clear, sapphire sky. "How many attempts did you make during your biggest project?"
"Lots." he gave a simple answer and continued. "Sucrose became my experiment, and yet I still couldn't understand. Would you be willing to be my subject? I assure you that you will be safe throughout the entire plan."
You directed your gaze to his green eyes. A gentle smile exposed itself on your lips as you nodded, agreeing to take part of his activity. You didn't think that you were going to hold hands, hug and kiss like romantic partners do. However it happened in real life. In Dragonspine where his camp resides, you acted like lovers.
He had his pen and paper out on the table, sitting on his desk, then looked at you. "Alright, are you prepared?" This time, he wasn't wearing his fancy, wealthy prince-like clothing. He was wearing a fashionable white robe over a fashionable blue collar shirt. You were wearing one of his winter clothes which he offered.
You nodded. "Yep! I'm ready."
He extended his arm, reaching for your hands. Gently, he entertwined his fingers with yours. Even with this interaction, he didn't feel anything out of ordinary but your heart was responding to it. It was fast. You hoped to Archons that he can't hear a single beat that emit from your chest. "Do you feel any different, Albedo?"
He shook his head, disappointed. "No. I really don't feel anything. Maybe we should try a different method that could work. Try and... talk to me sweetly."
"Swee-" you choked. Was he serious? Well, on second thought, he might be serious. It's an experiment that he wanted to come to a conclusion on for a long time. Although you highly didn't want to speak to him romantically, you suppose that you could do it for his sake.
You shakily breath in and out. The thought already makes your face heat up and hands sweat. Oh, you hope that he didn't mind. Your eyes steadily removed from eye contact with him and stuttered out the words, "your hands... they fit well with mine. Maybe we are destined to be together."
His jaw slightly dropped. It was unnoticeable but, he flinched. His heart quietly skipped a beat just by looking at your embarrassed expression right now. He felt a small, tiny, perhaps love? He wasn't so sure anymore, but now he got a reaction.
He detached his hands from yours and began writing down the results on the piece of paper. He was speechless, without an opinion to say. It was irritating you, really. You wanted him to say a word, at least something. It was embarrassing to say those things to a prince, let alone to a friend.
"Are we... done?" You asked.
"No."
Really?
Once he was finished with what he was writing, he stood up from his seat and started walking towards you. It was menacing, almost threatening of the way the distance between you two continued getting shorter and shorter. Until the tip of his foot almost touched with yours. Then, he wrapped his arms around your body. The act of hugging another was his next attempt. Though he has done it dozens of times with Sucrose, he couldn't get a reaction out of himself, but he was seeing the affect on you when he nuzzled his face in your neck. "Are you, perhaps enjoying this experiment?"
He talked like a whisper and it vibrated your skin. There was no space between you two. He was heavily relaxed under your touch while you felt tense. Why though? He's your friend and there was no need to be so alert. "I'm, I'm not enjoying... this - well, it's an, it's an experiment!"
He sighed and chuckled. "From my previous attempts, I have discovered that one party tends to lie when embarrassed during such a situation. Are you?"
You also sighed, leaving cold air from your slightly open mouth. Then slowly dragged your arms up to return Albedo's hug, causing another reply from the boy's chest. "I might be lying, or I might be telling the truth."
He pulled away from you and coughed into his fist, announcing that it was the end of the experiment. You thought that there would be extended hours of doing, this... clearly, you were wrong. Although you did spend daily in his camp, continuing his research. Everyday, just affection and sweet talks, including dates in Mondstadt. There's no questioning why the rumours of you and Albedo's relationship spread like haywire. Drinking out of the same cup, sleeping on the same bed, cuddling up together while watching a late night movie... it's not what friends do anymore.
They were all just experiments, so why, why Archons, did you develop these feelings for him? Even way before the experiments, your affection towards him started shedding light. You wanted to hide it, pressure it down the abyss, but... it continued to grow that it was out of your control to cover.
"I want to have an attempt at this one." Albedo walked to you. You were peacefully reading a book on the bed, and your face started visibly getting more crimson when he mentioned a new experiment. Oh, what could that be?
He crouched down in front of you, locking eyes. He was silent. He wasn't giving any information on the experiment details, so you were left confuddled. Then, he spoke words. Words of love.
"I, I love you."
Your breath hitched. Now you looked like a tomato, but what cooled your temperature was reality. Albedo didn't mean those words, they were just for experiment to get a reaction out of him. To feel what real love felt like. Gosh, it hurts. It felt like he was playing with your feelings, in fact you were just a subject.
This pain felt like it was wrapped with harmful needles. Say, what would Albedo call this emotion if he were to experiment on it? You knew the name of it, but what would he call it?
You looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows, rolling the painful four words out of your mouth. "I love you too."
Albedo didn't leave a drop of his feelings with his confession, but you poured everything out with yours.
"Y/n..." The prince put forth his hand and gently caressed your soft, reddened cheeks. Your hands were usually icy, but your face was on fire. "Why are you crying?"
Tears continuously ran down. You couldn't prevent them from falling at all, even if you tried. The whimpers and whines didn't hold back either. You didn't have control over this emotion.
"I'm, I'm crying because - " You sniffed. "I really, really do love you! I love you so much! Knowing that you don't feel the same makes me so, upset..."
He fell silent once again and only your tears echoed in the camp. The fire was playing in the distance, emitting crackling noise, but you were his focus. Not the fire, no other. You're the only one he understands this very moment. Of course you would feel this way. In the first place, he told you that you were a subject for this experiment. These acts of romance must have affected you badly.
"I apologise." He put both of his hands on your cheeks, cupping them. "I didn't mean to make you feel upset, but I may have something that will end your tears."
He caught your gaze, good. This gentle smile of his returned on his face. The one he greeted you with the first time you met him in Falcon Coast. "Ever since I met you, there was this feeling within my chest that lingered, and it bothered me."
"It piqued my interest, and I wanted to learn more about you so I could understand my emotions, but I never knew I'd feel this way."
"What, what do you mean?" You whispered, only for him and his ears alone to hear.
His smile became more gentle, then went in for a peck of kiss on your cold cheeks. Which took effect when your cheeks returned to crimson. You were a tomato again. The face that he oh, so genuinely loves. "I also love you, truly. I discovered that long ago, but I didn't want to tell you because I don't desire to return to our normal friendship."
A smile cracked up your lips, then a chuckle turning into a burst of laughter. Your tears dried up thanks to his truthful confession. "You really are a horrible prince."
"Of course."
Albedo was not the type of prince in a fairytale. The ones who would rescue the princess, the ones who would kiss their sleeping lover to awaken, and those who sacrifice themselves for their partner. He would put a test subject in an experiment and end up blossoming love for one another.
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Blurb #32
I'm going to try to share 70 blurbs from my WIPs and unfinished fics to celebrate reaching 70 posted fics! To help with this endeavor, please feel free to send me a word or a fandom you know I write for, and I'll share the blurb. IDK if I'll get 70 prompts, but let's try it! Send as many as you want!
Zuko stood at the front of the ship as it poorly navigated through the icy straits.
“Can’t this hunk of iron go any faster?!” He shouted at the Captain.
“We’re low on coal, your highness. This is as fast as we can safely go.”
Zuko ground his teeth in frustration.
They were close. He could feel it.
Like a blessing from the spirits themselves, a flare shot into the sky.
“Is that a Fire Nation flare?” Asked Iroh, confused as to where it would have come from.
Zuko ripped a spy glass out of the captain’s hands, zooming in to the launch site. There. There were two figures, one definitely an airbender based on his movements.
“Pretty spry for an old man…”
“Where did he come from?”
“No clue…” he panned the spy glass over, catching the outer walls of a water tribe village just a mile or two out. “…but I bet that’s where they’re going.”
“What is your plan, Prince Zuko?” Asked Iroh, calmly.
“We’re going to pay the Southern Water Tribe a visit, and have a talk with the Avatar.”
“Just a talk?” Asked the captain, vainly containing annoyance.
“Yes. There’s no way we’re going to convince him to join our cause if we resort to violence. We have to do this carefully.”
“Very good,” Iroh praised. “What are you going to say to him?”
“I have that speech you helped me write out. I’ll read that.”
“You’re just going to read to him? Oh come now, Nephew. He’s not going to take you seriously unless you’re sincere.”
“I’m not improving.” Zuko said firmly. And everyone on deck agreed, that was a terrible idea.
“Still,” Iroh continued, “You shouldn’t rattle off the whole thing. The Avatar is wise, old, and as an airbender, a pacifist. He will appreciate human connection.”
“Why don’t you do it then?”
“This is not my quest. It is your destiny to speak with the Avatar. Don’t let nerves ruin it for you.”
“I’m not nervous!”
Despite this proclamation, his heart rate still rose as the little village came closer.
Zuko stomped across the deck, talking to himself. “Your alliance is critical in ending this war. If the other nations see that you’re working with us, they will see we have nothing but good intentions towards them.”
“Like what?”
“What?”
“You’re doing good, Nephew, what are the good intentions?”
Zuko clenched his jaw, narrowing his eyes, before continuing his pacing. “Technological advances, ways to improve agricultural and fishing. Also seizing the means of production to create steel, which allows for stronger ships, tools, and buildings.”
“Good good. Keep going.”
“A tight alliance between the Fire Nation means armed trade routes to protect imports from bandits and thieves, though the Fire Nation itself has cut back on crime with stricter punishments and programs that help the impoverished. With stricter policing, citizens feel more comfortable living in the city, traveling out at night, and spending money on goods and services, making a prosperous economy.”
“Excellent, wrap it up.”
“So, in sort, the Avatar represents a foundation of truth and hope, and to have you align with us would show we only have the best intentions and the fighting will cease.”
“Well done, Nephew. How do you think that went?”
“It sounded rehearsed, like the 50 other times I’ve said it.”
“But it sounds less like the formal speech you have prepared in the cabin.”
“Father would have gone with the prepared speech.”
“Your father is not the one leading this mission. You need to conduct it the way you see fit.”
“Brace for impact!” Called the helmsmen, mere seconds before the boat gave a sickening lurch.
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uwuberdriver · 6 months
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It worked. He was free..
And all it took was a plate of cookies and a lullaby. 'See,' Blaise told himself as he finished stepping through the mirror into the nevernever, 'I still got it..'
But what was left was merely a tiny bit. He knew his limits, and even just the walk to the bathroom mirror was so much.. Now he had to travel in the nevernever like this?? He took a deep breath, and jabbed the syringe into his thigh with a hiss. Something he would definitely pay back later, but he was going to be given it anyway before bed- so he didn't feel TOO bad about stealing it.
The morphine would get him through and back to Chicago, which he thanked everything was usually a safe passage so long as he avoided the crowd heading to Undertown.
"Should be easy enough. My connections.." A deep breath, as his eyes changed to silver and his skin glowed ever so slightly. "Should be useful there if I get in a sticky situation."
He exhaled, and started on his way. The Nevernever wasn't everchanging, and he had been on this path once before. A mess of swirling colors, some fae dining with a poor human they caught in a deal, a hound or two off on a hunt. All left him be. The fae in him helped, and the white court was known for traversing this place fairly recently, really.. The biggest danger was running into another of the white court.
Luck was on his side this time, though, as he stood by the entrance to the deep red line subway, he breathed a sign of relief and checked what was left of his smart watch. The poor thing lit up blearily at his taps and displayed the time as best it could over the cracked surface. 6:40 cst. Perfect.
A few more steps, and he was stumbling into the noise of the subway above, rattling the rails. Loud. It hurt his ears when he was drawing on his power, but he couldn't let up- he needed it to keep himself awake amidst the morphine. Phone out now since his watch was basically unuseable, he dials a number.
Three rings. A breathless hello.
"Hey.. Blaise. Can we meet?"
"Blaise? It's dinner time, I'm-"
"Please. This is important.."
Maybe it was the desperation in his voice, maybe she could sense the pain in his words- either way she agreed, a meeting time and place was set, and they both hung up. The usual spot.. This was it. He checked his watch again. 6:45 and the meeting was at 7:15. Plenty of time to get more than just a patient's gown on.
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He stood in front of the elevator to his apartment. He hated this thing with a passion, but there was absolutely no way he was taking the stairs.. So with a huff, he got inside and pushed the button. It made such a horrible noise when it started going up that he was sure after avoiding all sorts of forms of death in the nevernever, this was how he was going to die. But, no. It got him up safely, and he exited as quickly as possible before it changed its mind.
There was no hesitation then to run inside his apartment, step over the dead body that was still there, and begin getting ready. This was it. This was so so important.
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And so now he stood, early this time, in their usual meeting spot. Nerves were off the charts, and it didn't help he stopped drawing on his vamp powers for this. Sammy always had an eagle eye for details, she'd still notice the glow even with the flourescent lights bouncing off his pale skin. He was so tired. This was so worth it.
Sammy arrived not too shortly after he did. She wore a green plaid scarf and an orange pea coat. Blaise wore a green pea coat and an orange scarf. His heart could only swell more.. She was perfect. She was also narrowing her eyes as she got closer.
"Blaise.. What happened to your hands? Why are you-"
Before she could finish, Blaise had her in a chokehold of a hug. His eyes held tears that he so desperately kept in.
"It's fine. Listen, Sammy.. I have something I need to tell you. It's important."
She struggled to get free, hands on her hips.
"Never one for formalities, are you? Can you at least tell me what happened to your hands first?"
The noise he made was between impatience and more desperation, but he couldn't say no to Sammy.
"Fine.. It's burns, I got hurt a bit ago but I'll be okay. Listen.."
An eyebrow raised. He could tell by the way she tensed that she wanted to check his hands. He moved them into his pockets to avoid that. This was his time. This was the big moment.. If he could admit this to her without burning himself...
"Sammy, I... I love you."
A beat. Nobody says a word and Blaise doesn't set on fire. A giddy smile covers his face, and he races in to continue. This.. Feeling in his chest. It was something he had never been able to feel before, it was new and it was amazing.
"Since we were in highschool, but I couldn't.. You have to understand, I couldn't be in love, I-"
The look in Sammy's eyes makes him stop. His train of thought gone.
"Sammy..?"
She closes her eyes.
"Blaise.. I'm getting married in less than a month. You know this. I'm happy.."
There's stuttering, but Blaise finds the strength to still get words out.
"But- but Sammy you don't understand he's-"
"A wonderful guy, Blaise. He was there for me after you went off for who knows where. Ireland?"
"It-It- Sammy I couldn't-"
"Maybe not, but I moved on. I had to.. I'm sorry, Blaise." She paces then, while Blaise does his best to hold on to something and not pass out.
"He's dangerous, Sam. He'll hurt you. He's-"
"A vampire?" She interrupts, and Blaise could swear he was free floating now.
"He.. He told you?"
"He told me. Friday, actually.. I'm still wrapping my head around it, but I've come to accept it already. My fiance is a vampire. He explained all the courts to me today. I know you know about it too, Blaise. Were you going to tell me he's a monster? That he wants to turn me into a monster too? Did you ever stop to think that you aren't the shining white knight you think you are?"
She stops and winces a bit.
"I'm sorry. I know you care, I just get so tired of hearing that my fiance is a bad guy. I hear it enough from my mom. The truth is, Blaise.."
Sammy puts her hands on her stomach, and offers a small, but real and true, smile. "The reason why he even told me was because I found out I was expecting thursday."
"But- But- What- There's- red court can't.."
"Red court? No, Blaise. He's white court."
No, yeah. He was definitely falling now. Sammy manages to catch him, and helps him move to a bench a few paces away. He doesn't know at this point what to say.. White court? He was so sure.. Was *he* the actual monster here? He blinked out of it as Sammy wiped a tear from his face with her sleeve.
"At one point, I think I loved you too. Back in highschool, I thought you were the coolest person in the world. You just wanted to help everyone, even when we did set out to commit crimes. I see some things never change, even if the person you were trying to save didn't really need it."
He had no words anymore, only tears. She let him lean against her shoulder, and took one of his bandaged hands into hers gently.
"Please let me walk you home, Blaise.. You're hurt. You can't hide that from me. I think out of the two of us, it's me needing to be your knight. Eh? Sorry. Guess this is no time for jokes, I just.. Hoo. What else do I say."
Words formed. Finally.
"You.. Still want to help me? Even after I-"
"Yes. I can't just leave you here, it's supposed to storm again soon- and look at you. You don't even have your glasses on. Can you stand okay?"
"I- I'm sorry.. It hurts."
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They stood in front of Blaise's apartment door, the elevator making another dying noise as it closed.
"Think I'm gonna take the stairs back down.." Sammy started, watching it close with a look on her face.
"Don't.. Blame you." Blaise got out. He was tired and hurting and his throat was so scratchy.
"Well.. Guess this is it. I don't really know what else to say, Blaise. Other than you're stupid for dragging yourself out like this to see me."
That hurt. She continued.
"I don't know what you were expecting.."
He didn't either. Not this. Never this.
"Are you going to be okay?"
His answer was to say nothing. He couldn't lie and give her the answer she needed to hear.
"Alright.. Get some sleep, okay?"
"Sammy.." Blaise whined, but she just shook her head.
"I'll maybe text you soon. Take care of yourself."
And then she was gone. And Blaise was left truly alone.
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mevekagvain · 3 years
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Chapter 189 - I still have no clue why the lords' sanctuary is used as a grave like okay yeah I do it's mostly symbolic and to grieve but I still think it doesn't make sense. All the other uses? Yeah cool. Grave? Nah, not when purebloods dissipate into red mist when they die. Extremely funny imagining mvp lord picking out a fancy coffin full well knowing he won't leave a corpse though like okay king <3 and I haven't even started on those damn stairs.
- Everytime Rael's being cringe I flash through renditions of memes that cover the general energy of habitual suffering that is simultaneously willing yet forced.
- Tbh as someone who doesn't particularly believe in the whole concept of honourable fighting unless it's sports or agreed upon beforehand by all parties and because they're going against what they perceive as traitors or invaders... Rajak shouldn't be scolding Rael for trying to get rid of the trio.
Chapter 190 - Here they know the traiters were behind the Loyard massacre but later Seira doesn't even think that Zarga may have played a part until he said it himself so what's the truth.
- Really, Rousare having died should make it obvious that Gejutel wasn't involved and prevent all this. At least Ludis has some sense.
- Ah, time for grandpa's trashtalk.
Chapter 191 - It always drives me insane that Raskreia knows jack shit about Frankenstein and Raizel like she really did not give a fuck about them did she lmao? Oh father has sent clan leaders out on an arrest warrant? Oh father asks me to regularly visit this random stranger who he adores often and wishes for him to be lord? Why would I ever wish to learn more about them? Like queen ily but keep track of important events in Lukedonia even before you're lord please.
- I know Gejutel's just bullshitting but like. The traitors having foresight? Sjjsjsis where? Lagus and Roctis yeah sure I get it. But the rest? Ignes literally experimented on ppl in Lukedonia. Urokai, as much as I love him, is definitely the stupid dumbass of the group. Zarga if he had any foresight would have either just stayed on Lukedonia and chilled as a loner or had a heir who he passed Lontrick on to and left Lukedonia to once again chill as a loner since unlike the others he only disagreed with the new ideals rather than wanting to actively murder someone. As for Gradeus... we know he can use his brain but he really turned it off entirely when deciding to install bloodstones huh? Like if all you want to do is fight than becoming that strong even when you're already the strongest around is not gonna be enjoyable. Well then he went cuckoo so whtever. Ofc I do wonder whether his goal went from enjoying fighting to mere murder before or after he was exposed to bloodstones and the same for him massacring his clan since the options have implications.
- And here we are at the "clan leaders should go into eternal sleep with the lord" bullshit. Like sorry but just cos the good guys are the ones spouting it doesn't mean I'll ever agree with it. Like tf. It makes me think immediately of rulers who had their servants buried alive with them, emperors whose harems were killed upon their deaths, wives set fire upon their husbands funerals, etc. It is interesting ofc that even nobles who are very obviously written as the best race in noblesse have such regressive and cruel practices. Much more fascinating to have humans take inspiration from them for both good and bad after all.
- Grandpa really tried to be mean so Raskreia wouldn't feel bad executing him huh. Not that it worked ofc.
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Chapter 192 - It's so funny that Raizel changes his clothes to Lukedonia's black and gold upon entering because like, did he feel like the odd one out or something?
- Darling clan leaders, I'll excuse your ignorance and underestimation of the enemy, but esteemed lord please, you should know better.
- Hilarious that Gejutel saw that the current gen had extremely spotty knowledge due to their predecessors being like that ig but instead of fixing that he essentially went "It's none of my business idc idc" and ignored it until it came back to bite him in the ass. Like at least tell the lord about all this pls. She should know what a noblesse is 😭
Chapter 193 - Rip Karias not finding everyone in the throne room. It's like when a class gets changed last minute and you have no clue which new place it's in.
- Raizel just take the earring off normally I swear. Imagine having only one memento from a friend you actually meant to keep but you just tear it apart. I would cry.
- Gejutel being apologetic about making Raizel use his lifeforce... grandpa,,,
Chapter 194 - The fact that Ludis' eyes glow as he sets up the protection for the sanctuary,,, love him.
- Insert 300 page analysis on Raskreia's relationship with being lord and just her in general here. I'm too lazy to type it out so insecurities, lack of communication, lack of clarity, formality and duty leading to distant relationships, etc etc etc.
Chapter 195 - This is so rude 😤
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- God Karias' entrance and interactions with everyone,,, the way he fusses over Raskreia openly, the way Rozaria beckons him over, them,,,
Chaoter 196 - "The clan leaders share my thoughts" obviously not with the traitors. Well Roctis may have agreed but Ignes prevented him from all that. Still, even from the other 4 non traitors of Ru, Elenor, Loyard and Mergas, it's very much possible they disagreed but simply kept quiet about their thoughts because how dare they go against the lord? I mean, the track record isn't exactly great and that's just how it is in these sort of systems.
- Well I definitely think the method he decided on was stupid but I do think mvp lord's sentiment was very sweet. And ofc just how he wants the best for Raizel... it makes me sad everytime like he just wants him to be happy and be able to enjoy life and yet. Just how his message always has him with that soft smile for Raizel as he tells him to live a long joyous life... that he wants him to be safe... that he's happy he's been outlived... gonna go cry brb..
Chapter 197 - Yeah just gonna ignore and replace the misogynistic bs they make mvp lord spout with like "Be wary of men; instead of wasting time beating them up see if you have any interest in women instead. Especially if they're not nobles. Only wear what you're comfortable with and don't let anyone pressure you. Remember to train often with swords or your skills will become rusty. Etc etc etc."
Chapter 198 - At least he has earring number 2 ig
- "This house is a little old and needs some renovation" It's great that you're being tactful but Tao we both know that this estate that hasn't had any upkeep for at least 5 centuries needs a hell lot more than a little fixing.
- M-21 just has his priorities straight okay,,, you all do need to change.
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- Why did Tao pack aprons and gloves for the trip?
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Let Love Find You
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Chapter 1: An Awkward Introduction
Summary: Love has a funny way of finding you when you’re not looking for it. Commander Fox discovered this the hard way when a box arrived on base and pique his interest. 
Here it is. I can’t believe I'm finally doing this. A huge huge HUGE shoutout and thank you to @detroitbydark​ for all of the encouragement, feedback, and listening to my ramblings about this story. You’re the best. 
This story will be the first in a collection of three interconnected stories taking place at the same time. I hope you all enjoy! 
It all started with a box.
Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard stared at the parcel currently sitting on his desk amidst piles of carefully cataloged holopads. The contents of said package laid innocently next to the box. He’d had part of it scanned and tested, twice. Absolutely nothing alarming to be found. And yet Fox was still unsettled.
In the year since taking up his post, he’d never been rendered speechless. Well, today the boys could mark it down in the books. Truly, the commander didn’t know what to say. Or think. Or do. The mental conundrum Fox found himself in was beyond exasperating. Sighing, Fox shook his head, then glanced at the flimsi note he held. Once more, he read the delicately written script.
To: Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard
Dear Sir,
I’m sure this package and its contents might cause alarm and confusion. Please don’t allow it to do either. This is simply a token to express my thanks to the troopers involved with the skirmish in the market district on Level 3 nearly four rotations ago. Their actions saved my life and that of my daughter. When we expressed our gratitude, my daughter felt the shock trooper didn’t think we were sincere. Hence, this small gift. I ask that you please see to it that the troopers involved receive this token and understand how grateful we were for their timely arrival. For there are citizens on this planet who are aware of the services the Guard provides to ensure our continued safety and peace. Thank you for your help in this matter.
Sincerely,
Arissa Blunt
Fox knew without looking it up what skirmish Ms. Blunt referred to, as well as the troopers involved. Reach’s report had made mention of the two citizens he’d pulled away from the fire fight, a young woman and child. Interestingly enough, Fox had also heard through the guard barrack’s grapevine that Reach spent most of that night crowing about a civvie thanking him and how pretty she’d been. According to Reach, her body was a man’s wet dream.
At the time Fox had scoffed and pushed the matter out of his mind. He had far more important matters to contend with than one of his trooper’s infatuations. All of the men would have one at some point or other. It was a natural result with overexposure to civilians after a lifetime of social isolation. Fox was one of the few he knew to never fall to such an affliction. That didn’t mean he hadn’t dabbled and explored his options. The commander had simply never experienced the magic of someone capturing his attention for more than a moment of a little physical pleasure. Until now.
Commander Fox was intrigued, all because of a box of homemade ginger spice cookies, a short note, and an infatuated trooper’s embellished description. Again, Fox sighed. Maker, he needed a drink. And it wasn’t even 1200 yet.
He commed Captain Stone, the squad leader there on the day in question.
“This is Stone,” came the greeting.
“Captain, round up the troopers involved in the skirmish on Level 3, I’m sure you remember the one,” Fox instructed. “They’ve got a gift waiting for them in my office. Apparently Reach’s story wasn’t completely fabricated.”
There was a beat of stunned silence. It was brief, but Fox knew it for what it was. Shock. “Right away, sir,” Stone replied.
Fox disconnected, then turned to inspect the baked goods still sitting on his desk. Ginger spice cookies. Homemade, no less. Damn, they smelled good.
Fox smirked. What the men didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. He plucked one cookie from the pile, taking a small bite to test the flavor. A groan of delight broke past his lips. This was one of the best frekkin’ things he’d ever had the pleasure of eating, and that's saying something. After all, the position of Commander of the Coruscant Guard afforded certain luxuries and privileges that few other clones were allowed.
The commander took another bite, savoring the taste. What he wouldn’t give to have something this good to eat every day. His eyes found the note again, sitting on his desk in stark contrast to everything else. Arissa Blunt. One has to wonder what kind of woman she was. Fox had every intention of finding out.
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After giving the boys their gift (the looks of shock and delight on their faces had caused a grin on his), Fox decided to investigate. It took little effort to find the information he needed. Another perk to his position.
Arissa Blunt, single human female aged 22 standard years. Currently a member of the Republic military’s research and development division located here on base. His brows had raised at that. He merely needed to leave his office and walk across the facility in order to find her. Her focus was prototype military-grade weapons. So, she worked on creating better ways for his brothers on the front to do their job. While he didn’t know her, Fox felt a swell of appreciation for this woman.
He was shocked and intrigued to find she held her position with no formal training. Instead, Ms. Blunt came into the program through the recommendation of a member of the board. It was highly irregular. Perhaps some nepotism was involved? But that made no sense either. According to her file, Ms. Blunt had no living relatives, only a young daughter named Gemma. Cute name, he’d thought.
Out of curiosity, Fox looked her up too. Gemma Blunt, single human female aged 5 standard years. Currently enrolled on scholarship at a school for gifted young children located noooo in a more well-to-do area of the upper levels. So, the kid was smart.
A part of Fox was impressed. And even more intrigued, especially as he gazed at Ms. Blunt’s photo. Reach hadn’t exaggerated, she was quite pretty. Not in the glamour model sort of way. But you could see the potential lying underneath her cute veneer should she ever try to be one. And those eyes….well, they’d surprised him too. Most humans didn’t have violet colored eyes, at least not naturally. But on her they were stunning. They drew you in and spoke volumes. As if the secrets they held were more than just her own. She could know yours without you evening realizing. A fanciful thought perhaps, but there all the same.
And that is why Commander Fox found himself making the long trek to the R&D division on base a few hours later. Amazingly, he had an hour free. Plenty of time to pay Ms. Blunt a visit. He could convey the men’s appreciation and slake his curiosity.
He’d found a technician by the name of A’tron Rogers when he arrived. The man had the audacity to scoff at him when he stated who he was looking for. Fox wisely kept his helmet on, knowing full well what kind of person he was dealing with. It was rather obvious what Mr. Rogers thought of clones and about doing anything for them. One had to wonder why he was in a position that required him to help create weapons that helped said clones.
“Yeah, she’s back here,” he’d snapped. “Follow me.”
Resisting the urge to call the man on his insubordination, Fox followed. They made their way further back into the lab and came to a stop at what looked to be some kind of long range canon. However, the weapon wasn’t what caught Fox’s attention.
Fox froze, his brain gone blank. Before his eyes, bent over at just the right angle, was perhaps the most perfectly shaped ass he’d ever seen. His mouth watered while his blood rushed south. Mentally, he cursed. This was not a good way to start an introduction.
“Blunt!” Rogers practically screeched, trying to get the technician's attention. It certainly did the trick, albeit in a painful way. Arissa’s head shot up, caught by surprise, only to have it collide with the paneling of the prototype she’d been working on. A string of low muttered curses followed the loud clang. Fox winced in sympathy.
After a moment or two, Arissa straightened, seemed to take a steadying breath, then turned to face them. Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second when they landed on him. However, she recovered quickly, her face becoming unreadable as she turned to her coworker.
Fox wished he could say the same. That beautiful shebs he’d been staring at not long ago should have warned him at what else he’d see. Because, by the maker, Reach hadn’t exaggerated. Not one bit. Arissa Blunt truly was a man’s wet dream. Her hair was up and covered, but he didn’t need to see the dark brown wavy locks again to know how it finished the masterpiece that stood before him. Even wearing coveralls covered in grease splotches couldn’t detract from that hourglass figure or the small waist. And her breasts. By Fett, they were a handful and more. So much more. Again, Fox was grateful he’d chosen to keep his bucket on. He’d have looked like a gaping fool otherwise.
Arissa addressed Rogers, her voice even and devoid of emotion. “Did you need something, Rogers?”
The shorter man huffed, obviously put out by her lack of response to him. Fox made a mental note of that. Maybe it wasn’t just clones the man had a problem with. “You’ve got a visitor. Commander Fox here needs to speak with you.”
The technician’s gaze swung over to him, that violet gaze holding him captive. Again, he noticed a moment of trepidation, as if she feared his presence. Fox scowled, annoyance flaring. Her reaction was classic for a citizen. They either looked at him and his brothers with fear or disdain. He wasn’t sure which pissed him off more.
“I see,” she replied. “Well, I’m due a fifteen anyway. If you need me, we’ll be in the conference room.”
Rogers snorted, then left. Yup, that chakaaryc really didn’t like Arissa Blunt. Fox focused his attention on the woman before him. As he looked closer, her nerves became more obvious. What did she have to be nervous about?
“Ms. Blunt,” he greeted, his voice stiff and formal.
“Commander Fox,” she greeted in return. Grabbing a rag, she wiped her hands off, then motioned for him to follow her. “Whatever you need to tell me, it’d be best said in the conference room. Otherwise, everyone else in the department will know about it before the end of the day. You wouldn’t think it, but the lot here are as bad as a bunch of gossiping housewives.”
Nodding, he followed. As they left the lab and made their way down the hallway, Fox couldn’t help his eyes from looking. The sway of those hips were going to haunt him. Another curse ran through his mind.
Soon enough they reached their destination, Arissa gesturing him inside. He took up a position further in, standing at attention while he waited for her to shut the door.
“Would you rather sit, Commander?”
“No thank you, miss. But please don’t stand on my account. Have a seat.”
He patiently waited while Arissa got comfortable. Once she seemed settled, he dove right in. “I assume you know why I’m here?”
That flash of trepidation was back. It was gone immediately, but still, he saw it.
“I think so,” she quietly answered. Her tongue came out to wet her lips. Despite himself, Fox felt a knee jerk reaction to the tiny movement. Maker, this needed to stop. Now.  
“Then explain yourself,” he ordered.
That got her attention. Arissa straightened, her brows furrowed in confusion. “Explain myself? I thought the note I left was pretty self-explanatory.”
“Perhaps,” he hedged. “However, your reaction to my appearance here would say otherwise. I thought you appreciated what the guard does for the citizens of Coruscant. Someone who is appreciative doesn’t respond with fear in their eyes.”
Arissa’s eyes widened, first in shock, then in anger. However, when she next spoke, her voice remained even. “From my point of view, your sudden appearance here is rather suspect. Troopers, let alone commanders, don’t make random visits to this part of the base. Any fear you saw was my worry that I’d done something wrong.”
That made Fox pause, considering. Her words in the note had sounded sincere. And someone who feared or hated clones wouldn't have sent something in the first place, not without it having some sort of repercussion. Perhaps she had a point. Finally, Fox relaxed his stance.
“I suppose your reaction would make sense then,” he conceded. “I apologize for alarming you, Ms. Blunt.”
She shrugged. “Don’t worry about it, you couldn’t have known. I’m sorry I gave you the impression I was like all those ungrateful idiots out there.”
Fox stared at her. Well, that was certainly one way of putting it. Apparently Ms.Blunt lived up to her name. He cleared his throat. “Now that that’s settled, would you mind explaining to me why you felt the need to do such a thing?”
Arissa started fiddling with a loose thread of her coveralls. A nervous tick. “I already told you in the note I sent with the package. My daughter thought the trooper who helped us didn’t believe we meant what we said. I was helping to make him see otherwise.”
A scoff escaped him. “Forgive my own cynicism then. I’m used to people having ulterior motives. It’s my job to find them.” He shrugged. “So, it’s a little hard to believe there wasn’t something else behind your actions, appreciated as they are.”
While he knew he was being something of a di’kut, Fox needed to know. He wasn’t lying. Any civilian he’d ever met had some sort of ulterior motive, most often to the detriment of his men.
She didn’t speak for a while, sitting there in quiet contemplation. Then, those violet orbs caught the gaze of his visor and held it. She wanted to get this right, he realized. She wanted him to believe her. “Maybe because men who didn’t have a choice in choosing this life deserve something good once in a while.”
Speechless, that’s what he was. She said it so plainly and without artifice. Fox knew she meant it, every word.
“I see,” he replied, voice quiet and low. “Well, allow me to express my gratitude and that of my men. It may not seem like much, but those sweets were the first gift any of those men have ever received. It might be the only one.”
“You’re very welcome, Commander Fox.” Her voice was quiet too, her eyes soft and understanding. How Fox wished he could get lost in them for more than just a few minutes. It was time to go. Now.
“You’ll excuse me then, Ms. Blunt, for taking up your time. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice. I’ll see myself out.” Fox made to do just that, not leaving her a chance to say anything in return. He was almost to the door when-----
“Commander, could I ask a favor?”
Fox stopped, then looked over his shoulder. Here it comes. “What is it?”
Arissa gulped, her nerves showing once more. Fox smirked. Already in such a short amount of time, Fox knew he’d enjoy setting her on edge on a regular basis. It was a shame their paths likely wouldn’t cross again.
“I know this may seem silly, but would you be willing to write a short note to my daughter? I know it’d mean the world to her to hear how much the troopers that helped us enjoyed the cookies.”
“Can’t you just tell her?”
“I could,” she allowed. “But she might think I’m lying. Sometimes she has a hard time believing things if she doesn’t have evidence. Finding out you came to tell me yourself just how much the gift was appreciated will be suspect without some kind of proof.”
“Is your daughter really that cynical?”
Arissa laughed, shaking her head. Fox had to admit she had a lovely laugh. Fett, he was going soft. “No, not cynical, commander. Just a child who needs encouragement that something is real when she’s had so many other disappointments.”
While Fox was curious as to what she meant by that statement, he didn’t ask. Honestly, what was the harm in writing the kid something? There was none. Besides, he was more than happy to do it.
“Well, I’d hate to disappoint.”
The smile she gave him made an answering one pull at his lips. Thankfully, his helmet hid the sight. Yeah, this was definitely not good.
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“Mommy! You’re home!” Gemma squealed in happiness as Arissa stepped through the door. Arissa was barely inside before her five-year-old daughter wrapped her tiny arms around her torso and squeezed.
Arissa paused, soaking the moment in. A smile pulled at her lips while the hint of tears teased her eyes. This right here made everything worth it. The ridiculously long days. The demeaning remarks and catty behavior from her coworkers. This was her why, the reason she kept putting up with everything.
She wrapped her arms around Gemma and squeezed back. “Hello to you too, Gemma. Did you miss me?”
“Yes!” Gemma pulled back, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing in her excitement. “Did you miss me?”
Arissa chuckled, ruffling her daughter’s hair. “Yes, sweetie.”
“Welcome home, Arissa. Long day?”
Arissa glanced up, making eye contact with the teenager lounging on the lumpy pale green couch in the apartment space that served as a living room. She barely withheld a grimace, thinking back over her day. “Just the usual, Trix.”
Although it really hadn’t been. Not when a certain unsettling clone commander decided to pop in and pay an unexpected visit. Gods, she’d thought for a moment there she’d done something wrong, that somehow the gift Gemma had practically begged her to make was illegal. Panic had filled Arissa, assuming the worst. But then he’d thanked her. Thanked her. Like a box of ginger spice cookies was the best gift his men had ever received. That wasn’t really too far off the mark, though, was it? And that black visor. When he’d held her gaze, Arissa had felt as if she were naked. She couldn’t remember anyone ever making her fell that way. Definitely not something one wants to feel upon meeting a commanding officer of the GAR. 
Shaking her head, Arissa focused back in on the present. “Did the two of you eat yet?”
Trix suddenly appeared uncomfortable, a look of guilt flashing in her eyes. “Yeah, we did. I, um, thought it’d be nice to treat Gemma to something. We went to Dex’s Diner and had the works. Saved some for you, too.”
While she knew why Trix might feel guilty, Arissa couldn’t fault the teenager for spending the money instead of eating the leftovers in the fridge. A year of being homeless and dodging traffickers and drug dealers had done a number on Trix. The kid’s useless father had abandoned her just days after her mother passed away. And the lower levels of Coruscant were not kind to the young and innocent. Arissa knew this fact quite well. Trix was finally getting back on her feet, working at a local bakery to make some money while attending school at night to finish her primary education. She lived in the third bedroom and watched Gemma when Arissa had to work late. And Trix positively adored her. So if Trix wanted to spoil Gemma with a night of burgers and shakes, Arissa wasn’t going to complain. She was far too grateful for the help to even think of chastising the teenager for splurging.
“That sounds like a lot of fun. Thanks for thinking of me,” She smiled at Trix, hoping the teenager understood she wasn’t mad. “I can’t remember the last time I had Dex’s. Is it as good as I remember?”
Gemma giggled. “Even better! Oh, and we got to meet Dex. Did you know he’s a besalisk? I’ve never seen one before. He answered all my questions, too. Didn’t act like I was a bother or anything.”
“Of course he wouldn’t. Because he realized right away what a bright and inquisitive mind you have, sweetie.” Arissa’s heart warmed at the kindness the diner owner had unknowingly extended her daughter. Gemma truly was inquisitive, wanting to know anything and everything. And amazingly she remembered it all. However, there were some people who found the girl’s nearly constant questions an annoyance and something to discourage. It was why she’d done so poorly in school until transferring into a private academy. Thank the maker for that scholarship. She bent over and lifted Gemma up, holding the young girl as she made her way to their small kitchen table. “Now spill. How was your day?”
Asking Gemma that question was all the kiddo needed to start regaling her mother with the events of the day. Arissa listened attentively as she went about putting her dinner together. She laughed when Gemma explained how a boy in her class had water come out of his nose during lunch and praised her when told how she’d received perfect marks on yesterday’s exam. Trix stayed with them for a while, interjecting comments here and there before retreating to her room to start on her school work. They wished the sixteen-year-old good night as mother and daughter both knew they likely wouldn’t see the teenager again until morning. Arissa was done with her dinner and working on a mostly thawed nerf milkshake by the time Gemma asked how her day went.
Arissa had thought long and hard how she wanted to present her surprise. She pulled the note from her back pocket and slid it across the table’s surface. “I had an unexpected visitor today. He asked me to give you this.”
Curious, Gemma carefully unfolded the note. Even at such a young age she handled everything with a great deal of care. Violet eyes scanned the note, then widened in shock. When Gemma finally looked back up she was smiling from ear to ear. “He wrote a note. He really wrote a thank you note!”
The smile breaking across Arissa’s face almost hurt. Seeing her daughter’s happiness at something so small was beyond precious. Mentally, she filed the image away to remember when the moody teenager years hit. “I was told not to read it. That it was top secret until your eyes saw what was inside. Think you could read it to me?”
Gemma nodded enthusiastically.
“It says: Dear Miss Gemma. Thank you for the lovely gift of ginger spiced cookies. I have shared your present with the troopers involved in the skirmish four rotations ago in the market. They were very surprised and grateful for your thoughtfulness. They rarely get a thank you for their work. Your mother tells me you are a bright student and love to learn new things. Did you know that members of the guard love uj cake? I highly recommend trying it. Please continue to do your part as a good and loyal citizen of the Republic.
Sincerely,
Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard.”
The excitement radiating off of Gemma was contagious. She truly was happy from Commander Fox’s words. Arissa sent a silent thank you to the commander for taking the time to fulfil her request. Maybe she could find a way to let him know how much his note meant. But he must be very busy. Why would he care about any of this?
If he didn’t care, why would he bother in the first place? He could have said no.
“Do you think I could write a reply, mommy?” Gemma asked. “Maybe we could make them some uj cake since they like it so much and leave a note with it like before.”
That made Arissa pause. “Perhaps. But don’t you think the rest of the guard might get jealous when only a few of them get to have some?”
Gemma’s brow furrowed as she contemplated that possibility. “I guess you’re right. I know I wouldn’t like it if only a few of my classmates kept getting something and I didn’t.” Then her face brightened. “Maybe we could make some for everyone! That way no one felt left out. Oh but,” Gemma frowned as she realized something. “That wouldn’t work either. There’s so many of them, aren't there?”
Arissa hmmed, feeling her heart squeeze with regret as her daughter’s face fell. For someone so young, she truly had a compassionate and giving nature. She wanted everyone to be happy. “I’m not sure how many there are, but yes, there are a lot of men in the guard. Far too many for us to make enough for everyone. I’m sorry sweetie.”
The evening wore on, the hours passing as the world outside transitioned from day to night. Despite her disappointment, Gemma managed to recover. They played a few games, took care of Gemma’s bath, and cuddled on the couch to watch a silly holomovie before Arissa announced it was time for bed. Arissa read a story of her daughter’s choosing, sang her a song, and kissed her good night. Once Arissa left the room, she’d make a cup of tea and curl up on the couch with a book, losing herself in the passionate romance of her current novel before heading to bed as well. It was like so many other night’s, this ritual their evenings had become. But tonight would be different.
“Mommy?”
Arissa paused, turning back to face her daughter. Only the top of her head and her eyes were visible above the fuzzy purple comforter she’d cocooned into. “What is it, sweetie?”
“Will you please tell Commander Fox thank you for writing me that note? I really did like it. And I think he’d like to know that, too.”
The breath whooshed out of Arissa’s lungs. She hadn’t expected this. But how could she refuse? “Of course, Gemma. I’ll tell him tomorrow. Now, get some sleep. You have a big day at school in the morning.”
“Can you make rainbow berry pancakes for breakfast?”
Arissa couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped, Gemma’s tone was just too hopeful. “I think I can manage that. Now, sleep little one.”
Gemma giggled, happy at her mother’s answer. “Okay, okay. Good night, Mommy. I love you.”
“I love you too, Gemma.”
Arissa closed the door and made her way to the kitchen. She tinkered around the small space, getting things ready for the morning while her tea water boiled, then steeped. Once finished, she grabbed the old and worn romance novel off her caf table, the flimsi pages yellowed with age. She happily made herself comfortable on the couch as she dove into the world of high passion…..
Five minutes later, Arissa was back in the kitchen, a notepad open to a clean page while her holopad came to life. She scrubbed a hand over her face, sighing. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.” As soon as the piece of technology was up and running, she began bringing up Republic military records, trying to get an accurate head count of how many men filled the ranks of the Coruscant Guard.
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Now, while Arissa was toiling away at the kitchen table trying to work out a plan to fulfill her daughter’s wish, said daughter was busy working on another matter instead of sleeping.
Gemma waited for her holopad to boot up, reading the note from Commander Fox almost obsessively. She’d never thought in a million years her mother would come home with any kind of news about the gift she’d begged her to make. Instead, she’d brought home a note. A note! Gemma very quietly giggled, pressing her face into her pillow to better muffle the noise. She was in the next star system from how happy that little piece of flimsi had made her. The five-year-old sent a desperate plea to the gods, asking them for the chance to meet this Commander Fox. Yes, she’d asked her mom to thank him, but she wanted the chance to tell him herself how much his note meant to her. And she wanted to show him just how much she could learn when she set her mind to it.  
Finally the holopad came on and Gemma brought up a search engine. Adults were always so surprised when they saw how well she could navigate tech at her age. For whatever reason, it was astonishing. Gemma didn’t pretend to understand why. Carefully, she typed in uj cake, then hit search. She skimmed over a promising article. It did sound rather yummy. Perhaps she could convince her mom to help her make some after school tomorrow and she could share it with the class. The kids would probably like that. Maybe it’d help her make a few friends.
The article said the recipe came from Mandalore. Intrigued, Gemma decided to search the planet, not knowing what she was getting herself into. What she read fascinated her. Hours went by and Gemma refused to sleep, far too invested in learning more about this old creed of warriors. She had only nodded off when her mother came to wake her, far earlier than usual.
Gemma’s groggy eyes met her mother’s. “What is it, mommy? Is something wrong?”
Arissa shook her head, a hint of mischief lighting her eyes. “No, sweetie. I just needed your help with something. How would you like to help me make some uj cake this morning? I think a certain clone commander would appreciate it.”
It took a moment for Gemma’s sleepy brain to understand exactly what her mother was saying. When she did, she shot out of bed so fast she almost knocked her mother over. Excitement took care of the exhaustion she’d felt just moments ago.
“Yes!” she exclaimed, then dashed out the door to the kitchen, her mother’s laughter following after her.
What neither realized then was how their actions that morning would come to shape the rest of their lives.....and those throughout the galaxy.
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Hey! I am asking for advice. I fucked up a few years ago at the telling apart ghosts and gods and would rather not go through that again. Could you help me out? I really want to get back into it but that was a very bad experience so I'm anxious. Thank you!!
Anon, I love this question and if you're willing to drop some more details in my inbox, anon or not, please do. I'm sorry that you had such a bad experience, but take heart, maybe, that everybody does this at SOME point, and taking a few years off to process is actually a pretty snappy turnaround time.
(spooky occult people only pls)
(scroll along, the rest of you)
It IS a tricky question, though.
Tough love up front: there is no entirely safe, entirely pleasant way to do magic. Fundamentally magic is transformative and therefore often uncomfortable. There's fears and negative emotions to work through, and there's also just some straight up tedium and drudgery, and no matter how cool you are, no matter how sure you feel about your place in the grand scheme of the universe, you will eventually question everything and get some things wrong. There will not only always be risk: sooner or later there will be pain.
But! Is it worth it? ABSOLUTELY, anon, and I'm not gonna try to persuade you because if you're asking, you've already made up your mind. You just want to not make the same mistakes over again. You want to make brand new mistakes! It is the only way to move forward.
There is a difference between the merely uncomfortable and the truly dangerous, so ultimately it's a game of knowing when fear is a just a trial to get through versus when fear is a warning keeping you safe. The first time I tried to answer this question I made a quick list of protections, but that's not really the issue. You're wiser than that. You're asking about something diagnostic.
Discernment is the greatest occult skill and one that’s difficult to quantify. It's one of those paradoxes of inexperience, nigh impossible to hone without practice, yet a skill you need in order to get out there and practice.
whatever your prior experience was: what did you learn from it? what was the point where you started to feel something went wrong? identifying that moment, how it felt, how you felt it, will help you more than anything I or anyone else can tell you.
I am, honestly, not the best person to describe how to increase your psychic sensitivity or whatever. The good news, maybe, is that you don't have to be great at discernment before you start. Yes, you can put all your effort into sharpening your senses before you even go out there, which is a noble way of doing it and maybe it will eventually even work, OR—you can put on some safety gear and wade out into the swamp wearing your little floaties so that you don't sink.
Your metaphorical swimming wings here are protections and banishments and the preemptive assistance of something bigger than you on your side. This answer is mostly going to focus on that last part, because "ghosts and gods" implies, I think, that you are ready to work with gods, or at least eager, which is, like, at least half of the process.
However, even then, I do wanna say—while I don't want to discount your negative experiences at all! I don't know anything about them, but I'm sure it was awful!—you, all by yourself, can probably banish most ghostly things you're likely to run into. There's a lotta bark, and usually not that much bite. I wrote up some less formal banishing methods and posted them here on ye old witch blogge, but really, you can mostly just yell at stuff to leave.
(there is a fair amount of repetition between this post and that one! I apologize. I mostly typed these late at night over the course of several days)
Now! Assistance. An ounce of prevention vs a pound of cure and it’s good to pack light.
So much of magic across time and cultures is about negotiating with spirits of some flavor or another. Maybe it's worship or maybe it's bindings or maybe it's strictly transactional, but as beings made of flesh we are forever making pacts with beings made of something else, and hey, it usually works.
The complication here is that the distinction between ghosts and gods maybe isn't that simple. Mess with the wording a little and Catholic saints are basically both. And so are some orisha, some loa, and so on. Baron Samedi (lord of the cemetery, best bang since the big one, etc etc etc) in particular, out of the vodou pantheon, may or may not have been human once, depending on who you ask.
Further: the most readily available spooky occult forces you have are your ancestors. So you'd file that under ghosts, maybe, except that with ancestral veneration practices and all, we inch closer to god territory, in a sense. At least—the rituals start looking the same from an outside perspective. Santeria, Vodou, Epiritismo and many more practices that the ones I'm familiar with involve working with your ancestors to accomplish your worldly goals. We don't consider them ghosts when we work with them; that's not the word we use. But arguably—why not?
So the trick here isn't necessarily how to sort ghosts from gods as much as it is to hang out with some NICE (to you) ghosts and/or gods.
How do you do that?
If you have a good relationship with your ancestors, then you start there. If you, like me, or lots of other long disowned and disinherited magicians, have a disconnect there, then—welp. Consider getting over it by going back further in the family tree (this is what you will inevitably eventually do). Somewhere in there you have someone kind, I promise. But that's not advice I could have followed ten years ago, so I'll get to the alternative in a minute. Let's assume, for the moment, that you accept the logic that your ancestors have a vested interest in protecting their line, and in fact having an active magic user willing to work with them probably makes their afterlives much easier.
There's tons of guides online about how to work with your ancestors. I think sincere, unstructured prayer and a glass of water are the simplest and most powerful of offerings. A candle, if you have one. Just flipping on a lamp or a light switch if you don't.
(I travel with a little LED tealight and a mala made of skull beads carved from ox bone, but I am unnecessarily spooky and dramatic. If anything, my ancestors prefer the plain obsidian mala I first started with. But the aesthetic.)
I'm very, very informal in my ancestral practice. It still works.
Tell them you want to establish a working connection, talk to them about what's going on in your life. Keep it short and don't worry about whether or not you feel anything yet. It might take weeks before you feel something, and that's okay—discernment is, like I've said, the most important but also hardest skill, and it usually takes time and repetition. Offer them something—anything, really, and honestly the plain glass of water is traditional—and ask for their protection. They will almost certainly give it to you.
"But Flowers," you might say. "Fuck that and fuck 'em. I'm not ready to fuck with my family yet."
Alright, little one! I feel ya. It took me ages to warm up to the idea. I promise that it's worth it when you're ready, but having covered ghosts, let's move on to
GODS
Step one: ask yourself if you need to fuck around with gods in the first place.
Step two: fuck around and find out.
Step three varies depending on who you're looking for. There is a great deal of anxiety about this in occult circles, especially among people who use the term "baby witch." People are terrified of making the wrong choice. They want it to be PERFECT. They want to be correct. "Who is calling me?" ask a thousand seekers, across forums and places. "I saw a butterfly the other day. IS IT A SIGN?"
(shit, dude, I dunno, probably not, but potentially maybe. Nobody can know but you. just keep in mind that butterflies etc exist on their own and go around doing their own thing and this has absolutely nothing to do with you the vast majority of the time)
You don't need to be wait to be called by a god to offer worship and/or develop a working relationship. I would argue that most people aren't really called, and if you are, you will KNOW. Tumblr likes to say gods need consent and I think that's fucking hilarious. There is no folkloric precedent for that. If you are Called, capital letter Called, you will know, and whatever happens next is between you whatever bizarre shamanic experience you end up having, because you WILL have it, good luck.
But probably that's not the issue here! Moving on with our hypothetical.
You're not waiting around for divine intervention. You're being proactive. You're not waiting for The Call, or even a mild call. How do you choose what god you're petitioning for protection? I doubt you're entirely neutral about it. You probably have a god you identify with or just find really friggin cool. That's a fine and dandy place to start.
The working relationship need not be forever.
Which brings me to my next point. If you are absolutely undecided about what direction to go in, consider going to one of the liminal gods. Your crossroads gods, your messenger gods, often trickster gods. Your between spaces gods. Your portal opening gods.
In Santeria and Vodou, which I keep on referring back to because those are the systems I was raised in, your messenger gods get called very early on in the ritual. Why? To open the way for everybody else. There's a suggestion here that certain gods are closer or more easily reached, so if you want an opener—ask somebody with keys, yeah?
(also technically there's spirits called before then like the rhythm/dance/drums but let's not complicate things. Broadly speaking: key holding gods first)
Catholic saints wise, you've got Saint Peter, right? Santeria has Elegua. Vodou has Legba. Vodou also has the Baron as a crossroads god and yer liminal spaces god and sometimes he also has keys and hey by the way, he's really great, but where was I?
Hermes is another option. Mercury.
There's a bunch of American indigenous options I don't know enough about to confidently say.
SPEAKING of indigenous american, right, there's always Quetzalcoatl—technically—sky god, wind god, messenger god.
There's Odin and I'm actually a big fan, but the Norse magic community is often kind of garbage these days because we've got too many nazis running around, which is a shame.
My point is: there's gonna be somebody who feels close, either because of your cultural background or your aesthetic, and you might as well ask.
Settle down. Call their name. Offer water and a prayer and ask for protection, tell them what it is you want to do, ask for their help on this new life journey.
Worship isn't really complicated unless you want it to be.
Again, don't worry about "feeling" anything. Don't expect anything dramatic. Just offer something, every day or every week or whenever you have the time and headspace for it. Do the motions and mean it even a little bit and with time the rest shall come.
Because EVENTUALLY, you will feel something. It will probably be a mild sense of peace. The ritual feels calming. Something about it feels cozy. Presence is often subtle, but that counts.
Once you feel solidly good about your ritual, I would say that means you have at least some degree of protection, and it's time to wade around the swamp and see what's up. What do you do next? I dunno! I don't know what your goals are! But you have your ancestors at your back, or you're on a god team, or maybe BOTH—go explore!
Confidence isn't everything. But confidence, my friend, is a LOT. There's more to it, of course, but especially early on: fake it till you make it and dream it and you'll be it.
Best of luck, anon. <3
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Chapter 13
Characters:Prince Liam x (mc) Lady Saige
Rating:Mature Content includes profanity, sexual content,talks about depression.
Word Count:3949
Disclaimer: All characters used are sole property of Pixelberry. I am simply borrowing them for entertainment.
Summary:After a summer of a Lifetime Prince Liam thought he could have it all. He was carefree, free, and sharing time with the woman of his dreams. When life as easy a balancing act between love and duty, he realizes his truths are lies, wrong is right, and decisions do have consequences.Lady Saige never imagined she would be one of his consequences. When an act of utter horror throws her world into a tailspin.
Warning: This series contains subject matter of depression and hopelessness .The story may trigger certain individuals. Please be advised. If your reading this series you are acknowledging you are at least 18 +.
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It had been a month since Constantine requested that Liam take over as king as he was stepping down for health reasons. Liam was unwavering in his stipulation that only Constantine and Regina are out of the palace before his coronation. He wanted absolute certainty that Saige would not have to share her new home with her attacker for one night.Liam reveled in his role as her husband and protector. This was tantamount to anything else… keeping her safe.Liam has just finished up a call when he eyed Saige coming down the stairs at Lythikos.
“Are you getting ready for your appointment?”, Liam inquires.
“Yes… I’m meeting with Dr. Ashton in 30 minutes.”
“You seem a lot more relaxed since you found someone new…. I know how important your group meetings and therapist was back in Texas.”
Saige nods in agreement while biting her lip, “it’s … been helpful. Especially… since the news of you becoming king.”
Liam wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. “Are you still in agreement with my taking over as the next monarch of Cordonia?”
Saige perched on her tiptoes and kissed Liam’s chin. “My love… I am all in with you becoming king. I know this a part of who you are. I respect that your willing in spite of everything to step in ….. in your father’s place… in your brother’s place.”
“I’m glad to hear that you are on board. You do know if at any time it becomes too much. I will not go through with it.”, he looked at Saige lovingly.
Saige felt such an overwhelming love, respect, and dedication to this man that changed her life in such a brief amount of time.She thought how she spent years on her own, fending for herself… now she can’t picture life without him.
“Liam, you have nothing to worry about . I’m fine. I am getting used to the new doctor you found.”, she smiled tenderly. “Thank you for finding her and her willingness to come here to meet with me.”
Liam kissed her fervently and not wanting to let go but he reluctantly pulled back after several minutes.Liam rested his head against hers, “ I hate leaving you Saige… but I know your in good hands. I have a meeting at the palace to confirm some details for the coronation. I wish I could stay here and be present for your appointment, but I want you to be comfortable with speaking freely.”
Liam placed a kiss on Saige’s forehead and bid her farewell. He turned back as he reached the door. He smiled tenderly and blew her a kiss. “ I will see you shortly my love..I love you .”
“ I love you so much Liam.”, she smiled and waved him off.
Liam arrived at the palace an hour later prepared to draw a line in the sand and stake his position in regards to the events of the coming weeks. Liam arrived at the study and was met by Bastien and Constantine with a host of advisors.
“Good Morning everyone… lets get down to business.”, he say at the head of the conference table.Liam surveyed the room before opening the briefs that were laid out in front of each of them.
Constantine seemed proud in that moment to watch his youngest son take control. “Liam, there’s a lot of decisions that need to be made before the ceremony. We cannot have your reign threatened by any sign of instability.”I would….”Liam quickly shot a warning look at his father, “my perception in the eyes of other leaders is not a concern you needn’t have at this time. I can assure you… my decision of how to lead… will not be swayed by you. In fact, your focus should be on making sure the staff get you and Regina packed up to start settling into your new home.”
Constantine scoffed, “you were not serious about me leaving .. I would think you would want to have me close by for my counsel.”
Liam steepled his fingers, eyes honed in on his, he leaned back and crossed his legs, “Would you all leave me alone for a private moment with my father?”,Liam barely spoke above a whisper but the room cleared out in a matter of moments.
Bastien glanced between the two men, cautiously moving toward the door. “Sir… are you wanting me leave as well?”, he spoke hesitantly. “If you fear my lashing out again, I can restrain myself Bastien.He won’t die… at least not today… at my hands.”
Bastien left the study, closing the door behind himself.
Liam locked eyes with Constantine sending a coldness through his nonverbal communication. “For some reason you seemed to think that I was asking you to leave...no it is a requirement… you will not darken a room that my wife May come into. The only job you have is figuring out how not to die too soon from your Cancer. This is non negotiable, you heard my terms for taking over… now deal with them!”,he spat. “Did you really think I would want to take any advice from you.. especially knowing the type of animal you are?”,Liam spoke through clenched teeth. “The coronation is in 3 weeks, you need to be out in two. I need to make sure my wife can come in and make decisions for her new home.You will be gone from this palace whether you like it or not. Which is far better than you deserve you derelict.”
Constantine’s nostrils flared, he bit his words back avoiding the pending confrontation. “What exactly are you wanting from me Liam?”
Liam stood from his seat and walked around to face his father, mere inches from his face, “ I want you gone from my orbit… you violated the woman I love and you expect what… a thank you?! I want nothing more than for you to pass on the reigns to me and disappear in the sunset while you cease to breathe.”Constantine stood to walk out, he stopped short to speak, but Liam halted his words with the raising of his hand.
The advisers and Bastien filed past Constantine as he left the room. Liam took a deep breath, firmed his stance and commanded that the advisers complete their briefing. “We need to lock down the decisions for the coronation and I also need to meet with the royal tailor … I need to make sure the dress for Saige is perfect for the Coronation.”The advisers looked at each other a bit confused, Bastien nodded, “yes sir”, being the only one in the room to know the relationship.
The meeting went on for a couple more hours, Liam deciding music, food, decor, processional,and privately the moment he would announce to the royal court once he’s crowned king that he had his Queen.
Saige sat in the parlor of Lythikos speaking to Dr. Ashton. She spoke freely about transitioning from life in Texas to being married to a prince, now crowned prince, and in a matter of weeks he would be crowned king.
“Saige… what do you think about the impending transfer of power? More importantly you becoming Queen?”, the doctor asked.
Saige contemplated her words momentarily before answering, I am more concerned with Liam taking his place on the throne. I mean… not many people know that we got married or even that we were dating”,she shrugged. “I don’t want to make this about me… it’s about that generous man that takes on the weight of the world.”
The doctor scribbled some notes, “Saige, you do realize that as Queen you will have certain expectations… right?”
“Yes I know, and the bad dreams will subside soon once we have our own space.” The doctor interrupted, “you have been having bad dreams… what about?”, she leaned forward listening thoughtfully.
“ I guess with a life in the spotlight.. that so many people will be assuming things about me. Like I am not fit to be married to Liam, like I am beneath him , people will think they can do things to me and against me.”
“Saige there will always be a subset of people that have a mindset of what the life of the upper echelon should look, act, speak, interact like ...they don’t know you … but they will.”, she touched Saige’s hand encouragingly.
“ I’m willing to do what needs to be done to grow into the role, but I… i'm nervous.”,she wrung her hands.
“About?”, the doctor asked.
“What if I can’t … if I can’t give Liam a child… an heir? I don’t want anyone , especially his family to treat him like he’s made a horrible mistake. I want to make him happy and proud. Liam is the first man I ever considered a lifetime with, a future, a family… I can’t disappoint him.”, the stress evident in her eyes.
Dr. Ashton eyes were widened, “I can’t see Prince Liam thinking anything other than you being extraordinary in his eyes…. you are a strong young woman Saige facing a big responsibility. You have to remember that you are you first, his wife second, and Queen third. Allow yourselves to depend on each other ...to be open… to be vulnerable… to just be human without the weight of the crown. There will be enough of that stress and insurmountable expectations outside of the two of you.”, she smiled at Saige.
Saige flashed a soft smile feeling a little bit better after speaking to Dr. Ashton. She walked her out to the door where she ran into Liam coming up the stairs. A huge smile spread across her face. Dr. Ashton appreciated being a witness into this private moment seeing the love shared between them in just a few seconds. “Your highness… it’s wonderful to see you again.”, she bowed.
“Dr. Ashton… no need to be so formal here. I am happy with the help you are providing.” They waived to the doctor as she drove away.
Liam and Saige spent the rest of the evening in their suite with a light dinner before turning in for the evening. They both lounged around, Liam wearing pajama pants and Saige wearing pajama shorts and a tank top with her hair pulled up top in a messy bun. Liam stared smiling into her ocean blue eyes as they curled up watching a movie. Saige glanced at him smirking, “what are you staring at Liam?”
He just basked in the feeling of love he has for his soon to be queen.”I am just happy to see you so relaxed and just enjoying our time together.” He squeezed her close to his chest as they watched a romantic comedy. Liam never fancied himself a connoisseur of any particular genre of movies.
“Liam it’s great to just be here with you… doing nothing… just being together.”, she grinned softly.
Liam leaned down and gently kissed her lips, he whispered, “you know you make me the luckiest man alive”, he nipped her skin beneath her ear. Liam’s fingertips traced lazy circles across her bare skin of her shoulder, her thigh, drawing likes against the fabric of her tank top. He suddenly started to tickle her teasingly. Saige rolled around in a fit of giggles, pure uninhibited laughter filling the room . Liam could never get enough of hearing that sound. They ripped around in laughter until the playfulness turned into exploratory passion.
Liam and Saige quickly pulled at each other’s clothes until they rubbed against each other completely bare. Liam’s erect manhood danced across Saige’s ass as he pulled at her tender skin from her neck leading a fiery path down her shoulders, her back, he playfully bit her ass cheek before landing a resounding thwack.
He flipped her body over, she laid on her back, arms over her head being held in place by his large hand , while the other grazed her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, he then parted her thighs allowing access to her moistened center. “Aww , Love… your so wet for me already. Is all of this for me?”, he teased in a low growl , seducing her with his eyes, his lips, his hands, and most impressive hardened length tapping at her entrance. “Do you feel that?... that’s all from you love… it’s what you do me”,he let out a laugh pondering what he wanted to do to Saige.
“Do you want to talk to him, let him know how much you want him… thrusting inside your hungry sex. You crave it don’t you?”, she started squirming in anticipation, “yes”, she stumbled breathlessly to get out of her lips. “Do you want to taste it on your pretty little mouth my love?”, he moaned softly playing with her slick folds with his hardened tip. “Yes… oh Liam please”, she pleaded. In that moment he released her hands and sat up on his knees knelt over her. Saige’s lust blown eyes devoured his body as she positioned herself on her stomach raising her head to meet eye level with his cock.She planted a kiss on the tip, she slightly parted her lips granting his length access to protrude her mouth feeling the welcoming warmth of her hollowed cheeks, she smirked as she swallowed more of his length with each stroke of his treasure passing her lips.
Saige locked eyes with Liam watching as he relaxed and then tensed each time he felt the build of pleasure about to erupt. He bellowed her name as she delivered skillful erotic conversations with her lips, her tongue flattened and curving under his shaft as he moved his hips meeting her mouth pleasingly.
“Fuck Saige, that feel fucking amazing.”, his hips bucked as he fought to hold back his release.His hands trailed down her arched back massaging and gently gliding down to her ass. He leaned slightly, just enough to reach her soaked core, throbbing, waiting patiently to feel him stretch her , fitted to him like a glove.
Liam's fingers felt the slickness from her wet folds, he rubbed them from her ass down to her clit. He teased her by slowly slipping one finger inside of her, massaging that special spot as he curled and hit repeatedly. Soon it was joined by a second digit both delivering agonizing pleasure as she pushed her ass back and forth, trying to adjust and ride his fingers. Liam’s thumb rubbed slow circles on her clit while his fingers developed a partnership learning how much she was enjoying feeling him inside with his fingers, but she really wanted the complete occupation of her sex by his massive length.
Saige hummed in approval swallowing his cock as he hit the back of her throat, “Damn… that’s my girl… just like that. You certainly know what I want.”, he spoke through uneven gasp . Saige was under his spell as he pumped away while she smirked pleasuring Liam. She spun beneath him , lying on her back, still bobbing away at his cock. She parted her thighs wider, arching her back off of the bed. He knew that she was mesmerized in the feeling of her wanting hole being filled by him, but he wanted to share in the feeling of his mouth on her nectar sliding down her lips and thighs from desire.
Liam leaned forward meeting her sex with his eager mouth, he gently tugged on her lips before flipping to his back , her frame now hovered over his face, she’s sucking effortlessly, as he parts lips with his tongue massaging her womanhood. Liam ran his tongue the full length of her sex front to back, as if he were a starved man savoring his last meal. His tongue swirled , sucked, delved into her lips before finding his way to the pearl of her clit.
Saige grinded her hips into his mouth, her core tightening as if a dam about to break. Saige tickled his cock with the tip of her tongue as she so desperately wanted to lose it . “Oh Liam … please don’t.. don’t stop”, she breathed out. That was music to his ears as his picked up his pace, lips locked around her clit as he slid his two fingers in her again working every inch of her pleasure path.
Saige was pushing down on his fingers and his tongue, wanting to feel him paint her inner walls. He knew she was close, he felt her walls tightening, constricting around his fingers. He knew it was near when her lips were pulsing around his tongue. Liam uttered beneath her, “cum for me love… show me what I do to you”, in that moment her body jerked and convulsed as she came undone on top of Liam. She locked her lips tighter around his throbbing shaft. Liam met her mouth thrusting up letting out low groans each time. Finally he couldn’t take it and he flipped Saige onto her back, pulling her body to be centered on the bed as he opened her thighs and thrust into her hard with one fluid motion.
Saige bit her lip from the welcomed intrusion. She loved feeling Liam make love to her and please her. She had no comparison to go by, but she felt he was made to pleasure her, she thought this must be what love feels like, this physical, emotional,exhilarating connection between two people that want to share their lives together.
He allowed her a brief moment to adjust, “oh my love… your so tight, I love feeling you and filling you”,he panted as he delivered long, sensually, stimulating strokes building a fire in her belly from the overwhelming sensation of the pleasure he was made to share with her. “Do you like that?”, he whispered and moan as he sucked on her neck and the sensitive spot by her ear. She rolled her hips into him as he drove deeper into her wanting hole . “Yes… god yes”, was all she could get out of her mouth.
Liam felt like he couldn’t get enough of her, he laid chest to chest with her, he gripped her ass cheeks as he thrusted repeatedly into her savoring every stroke they shared. His body towered over hers, he had a perfect combination of dominance and gentile love as they made love. Liam pushed off his toes digging into the mattresses his ass tightened as he too neared his climax.
Saige tried to focus on his smoldering eyes as they made love, but her body was no longer her own. She felt like a siren connecting with her god. She gyrated against him, barely able to move with the welcome weight of his body atop her own. “ Liam… I’m about to …”, she panted struggling to speak. “Cum for me Saige.. I want to watch you come for me baby “,he groaned sending her body over the edge as he felt his length coated with a wetness from inside her. Liam drove himself deeper, harder inside , riding her orgasm out to the fullest. He couldn’t tear his eyes away as blue eyes met blue eyes in passion. He plunged his tongue in her mouth and they tangled together as she continued to come undone. She screamed into his mouth that fought to muffle the sounds of her pleasure. In that moment she met her third release, this time joined by Liam in his own release. Saige cried out, “I want to feel all of you in me Liam, I want your seed in me. I hope we make a baby tonight”, the words crept out before she realized what she saying, but she also realized that she would welcome having a child with him.
Liam felt his heart explode with the love in hearing that she too was open to the family they wanted to share . Liam continued to thrust deeper through his release determined to share all he had in that moment. His lips found hers again and he smiled softly as he kissed her, pulling at her bottom lip. They both wouldn’t move trying to come down from the high of this night. Soon Liam laid aside Saige as he stroked her arm, the curve of her waist , her hip before he kissed her nose. She looked so relaxed and peaceful in that moment.
Liam took a hesitant breath before he gathered his words to ask her, “Saige… did you mean what you said while we.. were making love? That you wanted to try for a child?”, he waited with bated breath.
She rolled into his side, burying her face in his chest for a moment, “Liam, I don’t regret what I said. Your the only man I have ever even considered giving myself to wholeheartedly, let alone thinking of the family I want to share with you, if… if that’s what you want too”, she rose up to face him, she cupped his cheek kissing him lovingly. I guess it felt so real when you were making love to me. I’m not going to say it doesn’t scare me a little, but I’m opened to the possibility of having your child.”
“I was so young when we lost my mother, so I can’t really say that I am fully prepared or have any real reference, but I am willing to try.”, she sniffed back tears that were threatening to spill over.
“Saige.. I have never wanted someone as badly as you. I never saw a path forward to being in love, wanting a life and a family with anyone. When I see the mother of my child… it’s only you. I couldn’t fathom sharing this experience with anyone other than you.”, Liam too become misty eyed talking about creating a family. “I couldn’t feel closer to you than in this moment.”, he pulled her close. “ This is the moment I want to cherish… the moment we decided that we want a family, a real family.”, Liam smiles wide just as Saige began to drift off. “ Are you hungry love… I’m gonna get snack.. be back shortly.
Liam sat up in the bed before he slid his pajama pants and a T-shirt on heading down to the kitchen. The chateau was dark, only a few wall sconces lit up the path. He quietly tiptoes down the grand staircase when his attention is bought to the parlor on the way to the kitchen. He doesn’t try to see but the door is slightly ajar. His curiosity is piqued when he hears a familiar male voice coming from the parlor. The voice is not loud, but resonates in the quiet .
He’s interrupted from his thought when he heard a woman moaning… he heard her voice dominate and commanding, “fuck me Drake, I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow.. your cock is huge… make me feel every bit of it “, she moaned. Liam stopped dead in his tracks and cranes his head around the small opening,
“Drake… is fucking Olivia?Where the hell have I been ?”, he whispered and slowly backed away from the door continuing to the kitchen wondering what the hell he walked in on.
Upstairs while Liam is getting a snack Saige begins to slip into a dream state. She dreams of being in a bed after having given birth to Liam’s child.There is a pair of outstretched arms to the baby… only the arms don’t belong to Liam… but Constantine. “Noooo… get away!!!” Saige’s body jerks up fighting to catch her breath , quiet tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. Saige rolls to her side trying to compose herself before Liam’s return.
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Would you ever consider writing a whole meta on your RWBY G.U.N. theory? Your analysis of the series is so well done and you have such a cohesive way of explaining your points. I'm sure many people would be interested to hear your list of layered stories being told in the show.
First of all, thank you so much for the praise. It really does mean the world to me when people read the stuff I write about RWBY and enjoy it. As for a complete write-up of the G.U.N. theory, that’s something I’ve been working on for quite a few months now, and the writings you’ve seen have been my floundering attempts to wrap human words around a concept as mind-bogglingly broad as… well, RWBY itself. I’d love to have completed it by now but it’s very time and energy intensive and real life has been kind of stomping all over my ability to do productive personal work. Most of the work on the G.U.N. theory has been actually done on Discord, not Tumblr or reddit, and I’ve got a Discord server which hosts most of that work and has more than a few active members who I’m sure would love to talk to you about it.As for completing a written description of the G.U.N. theory… in all honesty, right now I’m just hoping that I’ll have it done by RTX 2018. That’s not hyperbole; I’m very busy right now, and the theory is massive. If you’ve read my Dorothy megapost, well then imagine something several times as long as that. Granted, much of the material I have covered disjointedly in separate articles- Summer Rose and Penny Polendina, for example- and the Dorothy megapost itself is, as it says at the beginning, just a piece of the puzzle. If you scraped together everything I’ve written formally, I’ve probably covered half of what needs to be talked about, but not only does the mere quantity of text need to be doubled, it also needs to be organized in such a way that such an incredibly long and overwhelming quantity of text can be absorbed and digested by readers. That’s going to involve a lot of rewriting.
On top of this, there’s a little bit of original research still left to do, particularly regarding Tolkien and Takeuchi- and that’s just involving the stuff I feel is most important to get included, as I consider the full breadth of RWBY’s allusions too large a topic for even a complete write-up of the G.U.N. theory, which as I have said numerous times is not a theory about what specific allusions are present within RWBY, but a theory about how and why RWBY makes allusions. The many hidden and surprising allusions within RWBY are not the substance of the G.U.N. theory, but rather the evidence in favor of it- although, once you have the theory in hand, it becomes an impressive predictor of where one should be looking in RWBY for more hidden allusions.
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Part 2 - His Flame
Introduction
Part 1
Part 3
Disclaimer: This post is the second in a trio of essays on the events of the Finale of The Royal Romance, in which I place Prince Liam's final decision to marry Countess Madeleine in the context of his role as king, the current state of his country Cordonia and how he will move forward from the events of his Coronation. The first essay looks at Cordonia is a nation and how Liam's role is defined by the events that have taken place there over the past few decades. Part 2 will explore the Liam x MC relationship and look at how Liam's interactions with the MC change his beliefs over time.
Disclaimer 2: For the purposes of this essay, I have included only the Liam-centric diamond options and romance-point-responses as part of the plot.
Do read Part 1 before you proceed to this point.
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MC: Our relationship is so strange. It's not like he [Liam] can sweep me off my feet and carry me out of here...
Maxwell: When you're royalty, the rules are different.
- TRR Chapter 8, "A Waltz to Remember".
Liam comes to New York with one fervent wish: to see the Statue of Liberty - the ultimate symbol of freedom - right before he goes back to Cordonia to fulfill his duties and choose a bride. He refrains from asking his friends to include it in their schedule for fear of sounding ungrateful. So when an adventurous, fiesty young waitress jumps on the chance to make his dream come true, he is more than intrigued. Almost instantly, he confesses his deepest desires to her as he would an old friend.
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For most of their boat trip to Liberty, Liam seems to admire the MC for being precisely what he can't be: gutsy, adventurous, the kind of person who constantly follows her heart. He recognizes in her the freedom he lacks.
For both Liam and the MC, this romantic interlude seems special because they don't expect to see each other again.
The MC, at the beginning of the game, is given three options that reveal to Liam what her ultimate dream is: to see the world, to fall in love or to live every moment to the fullest. Each of these goals, in some way, propel her to take that giant leap to Cordonia once Maxwell makes her the offer.
The Liam she finally meets at the Masquerade Ball is in many ways different from the tourist she had met in New York. In Cordonia, he is the Crown Prince, constantly aware of who he is and what his duties are, and the consequences of his actions. When the MC asks him what he thinks of the social season, he says, "I know it's silly...but it is tradition. I know how important it is to Cordonia to find the right queen." (TRR Chapter 4). He tells her that his feelings do not exactly count in the face of Cordonia's stability, citing the example of his brother Leo's mother. The MC will have to build her reputation in court and gain public approval if she is to be considered a fit candidate for his hand.
It's easy to forget sometimes what a personal leap it is for the MC (especially if Liam is her LI in the playthrough) to settle into courtly life. She has to use her limited funds to impress the royal family, the press and the public, quickly learn the new things that all the other suitors seem to know already and say all the right things to the right people, all while being able to snatch only a few minutes with Liam here and there.
Liam seems aware of how difficult her transition is, and strives to make it easier on her from behind the scenes. He persuades Drake to keep an eye on her to see if she is lost (something that actually does occur at the Derby), ensures that Drake gets the room next to hers at Applewood Manor, arranges for American barbecue to be given at the beach party so she will get a taste of home. He is aware that among all the ladies vying for his hand, the MC is at a disadvantage because everything about this experience is new to her.
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The MC, on the other hand, attempts to give him opportunities to let loose, relive his childhood and forget for a while that he has the responsibility of an entire nation on his shoulders. At the Masque, she convinces him to play maze-tag with her after the ball, confiding in him later that "you laughed more in this maze than you did all night at that Masquerade". The hedge maze, from there on, becomes symbolic of their relationship - a reminder of Liam's mother, and his past, and a promise that he can relive happier memories with a woman who is willing to see him as merely human.
Another example of the MC encouraging Liam to take risks and try out new experiences is the "cronut run" (although, to be fair, the cronut run is really for ALL her Cordonian friends). It is here that Liam reveals to her exactly how sheltered his life is: "It's strange. I'm the potential leader of my country, and there's still so much of it I haven't experienced". He realises this needs to change, but isn't sure how to go about it yet.
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Their relationship in Cordonia begins on slightly shaky footing, both aware that Liam is expected to make time for all the ladies participating in the social season, and that they cannot give in to their need for each other no matter how tempting the prospect is. While the MC is willing to go further in her relationship with him, Liam reluctantly exercises control over his desire for her, for different reasons over the course of the social season.
From the Masquerade to the hot tub scene at the Nevrakis Chateau, Liam is aware that anything can happen over the next few months and isn't willing to take chances with her. At this point the MC has only begun to prove herself to the King, Queen and the Press, and her reputation as an American vying for the Prince's hand makes her an unconventional choice. By the time they slip into the hot tub at Lythikos, Liam is already starting to feel the strain of repressing his feelings for the MC in favor of being fair to everyone. It's probably at this point that he starts to question exactly how useful the social season is, given that during the Coronation he doesn't hesitate to call it a "damned process".
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The Royal Regatta, which follows this sequence, is a turning point that raises questions both for Liam's future and his relationship with the MC. King Constantine's announcement about retiring and handing over the throne to Liam complicates things even further. Had Constantine's rule continued, and the MC succeeded in winning Liam's hand, she would have had plenty of time to fit into her role, so that by the time she was Queen she could prove she could handle the pressure. With this announcement, however, there are chances that whoever Liam will marry will be pushed headlong into the role of Queen.
By this time Liam is already sure he wants to marry the MC (he takes her to Forgotten Falls - a favourite childhood spot - and almost confesses his love to her there), but has no idea how she will fare as Queen. It is a question he asks her often over the next few days, warning her of the expectations she will be asked to fulfill, trying each time to gauge whether this is something she will be okay with.
It is during the Apple Blossom festival that the MC truly gets her moment to shine. Here (if the player clicks the correct options) she not only shows a keen enthusiasm for Cordonian traditions, and manages to charm both the Queen and the Press (again), but has also formed alliances with the suitors who were out of the running already. Where earlier the Queen's questions tested her opinions on governing the nation, here their discussion centres around delegation and the need for allies. Her answers prove to the public that she is serious about becoming Liam's Queen.
This also explains Liam's own change of behaviour. In Applewood, the MC notices that he is happier and more carefree, and definitely more ready to talk about the future. We are never explicitly shown why, but over the course of the book we discover that the MC's reputation has grown in Applewood, making the Prince's decision to select her easier on him. At the ruins close to the village where they rode horses, Liam asks her what kind of king he will make. Her encouragement makes it clear to him that he is not alone.
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In the same diamond sequence, Maxwell tells the MC that he saw "something in [MC] that Cordonia needed: hope". It is at this moment we can pinpoint when exactly Liam started becoming confident in his choice of queen. By the time Liam sneaks her into Applewood hedge maze for private time, he has begun talking about spending an eternity with her, asked her what kind of legacy she will want to leave behind and what causes she will champion. At this point he has stopped considering anyone else for his hand in marriage.
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It is during their stay is Applewood that their kisses become more frenzied and desperate, and where their need for each other is starting to reach its peak - by the Beaumont chapters Liam is literally biting her neck.
The Beaumont chapters mark an important transition in the way their relationship functions: so far, the MC has been the one who, in Liam's words, has been "jet-setting around Cordonia, attending grand formal events...", and Liam already feels the need to give more to the relationship than he has so far, by having his first ever date with her.
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Midway through the date, he tells her that he has never dated before, answers awkward, silly first-date questions, and confesses to her his dream of having a family. This experience is the closest Liam has ever gotten, in his adult life, to being normal around someone.
His efforts to meet the MC halfway don't just stop there. He takes the risk of wearing a suit to match the MC's gown, aware that the symmetry between the couple will cause a stir. He offers her a massage at the Beaumont spa, hoping to help her relax a bit before the craziness of the Coronation ball begins. Having hosted a wildly successful party for the first time, her chances with Liam are now higher.
But because this is a relationship with strange beginnings, Liam and the MC are able to move forward quite quickly in some aspects of their relationship, while tiptoeing around others. For instance, they tend to be open to each other about happier times, but do not always share troubling information with each other, such as the truth behind Constantine's retirement (though Liam does tell her that she would have been the first to hear it if he ever was ready to talk), the Tariq fiasco and the damaged lock on her door at Applewood. Part of this, of course, was because the MC convinced herself that there was nothing to worry about.
Liam and the MC finally confess their love to each other at the hedge maze in the Coronation ball - the first place Liam had ever taken her to in Cordonia. By bringing her here to confess his love, Liam comes full circle. This was the place where he pulled away for the first time, afraid to go further. This is the one place he treasured for the memories it held. In this moment he is confident now that she will become his queen, and nothing - or no one - can stop him from choosing her. In this place, he now wants to make new memories, with her.
Over the course of their relationship, the MC has never failed to turn everything Liam knew to be true, on its head. The social season was about getting him a bride and a fitting queen for Cordonia, but the MC managed to get him to think beyond it. This is never more evident than in these lines:
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When Liam eventually makes love to the MC, he doesn't just ask her consent for the sex. He also asks her how she wants it. Both options yield different scenarios, with Liam moulding himself to fit into the MC's needs for that night. This may seem like a small thing, but the fact that he wants her to enjoy sex the way she wants it, not the way he assumes it should be, shows us that as soon as he is done with this social-season-facade, he plans to place her needs first.
There is an element of tragedy to this love scene, given that it happens just minutes before they are denied a chance to ever be a couple in public. We know what took Liam this long, what it took for him to rein himself in everytime things threatened to go a little too far. We know that he was waiting for approval from all sides, hoping against hope that he would be able to both fulfill his duty to his country and be with the woman he loves. He was confident enough in the fact that they'd be together that he stopped waiting and gave in to what they'd both wanted all along. And right after this he finds the same woman being openly humiliated in court, thrown out without being given a chance to clear her name.
When the scandal finally breaks out in court, Liam's first reaction is to ask for her, and then yell out to her so she can hear him. When he doesn't get a response (because her screams are too far away to hear) he turns to Regina, angrily insisting on talking to the MC before she pulls him aside and whispers instructions in his ear. By the time he announces Madeleine's name, he is furious. He is actively resisting in the only way he knows how.
Liam, stickler for rules, demanded an audience with the suitor he loved just as the night was drawing to a close, just minutes after being crowned. He insisted on it. He called out her name in public. Not in anger, not in suspicion, but in shock. All this in front of his family, in front of the court and other suitors and the press. At that point it almost didn't matter that his mask of self-composure was slipping in front of a crowd. He didn't stop insisting and trying to buy time until his parents forced him to follow the Coronation rule. That might not seem like such a risk, but with the background he comes from, it is.
We must realise that his love for the MC develops over time, and so do the changes that love has brought in him. From being resigned to choosing someone he could just hope to be fond of and slightly compatible with, his experience with the MC proves to him that any bond lesser than love will be detrimental to his marriage and detrimental to Cordonia.
At the end, Liam finds himself living out the words he said, mere months ago, while visiting Lady Liberty.
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Hello! I just need to say I LOVE your writing, omg I read and re-read your stuff AT LEAST once a week, seriously, you're a genius *kisses your face*. This is not really a request, just an IDEA for you to think about, but have you thought of how would be the first time Nevra drank Guardienne's blood? Maybe during sex, or before their first time...? I'm just curious to know what you think of his drinking habits if he were in a relationship with her.
*She reaches forward togently cup your cheek, her thumb tracing feather-light crescents around thepoint of your cheekbone that sends sparks dancing, waves of fire rolling across your skin withevery sly, knowing stroke*
You flatter me too much,my dear. ;)
Ahem. To answer your question, Anon., I do have a few ideas on what blood-feedingentails for Nevra. Because it’s a pretty fascinating subject for an aspiringbiologist. And you can never skip out on blood-feeding with a vampire beau. ;)
But first, I’ll have toseparate what’s implied in canon with, well, my headcanon. Brace yourself for adouble-serving of analysis and imagination. Plus science. Because there’salways science involved when talking about vampires. ^_^    
Warning: Not NSFW… but it still has a lot of innuendo. Don’t try reading thisout-loud if you’re babysitting. Not even if the kid in question likes Twilight.
What does blood-drinking mean to him? (CanonAnalysis)
Seeing that Nevra is quick to offer a bite (as a joke or agenuine pick-up line) in several episodes, and given that he does drink fromladies he isn’t dating (i.e. that awkward moment in Episode 10), my impressionis that blood-drinking is more a casual activity for Nevra than a seriouscommunion.  
The impetus also seems to be more sexual than nutritive: hedefinitely seems to prefer drinking from young ladies, instead of—shall wesay—more robust sources of blood plasma. Like young men of Valkyon’s size. (Sorry,fans. But that’s why we have headcanons.) Furthermore, Nevra has alreadymentioned in Episode 8 that it’s ‘fun’, which lends more credence to him seeingblood-drinking as a form of foreplay.  
He’s clearly unabashed about his appetite for blood, from theblasé way he shrugs off criticism, jokes, and put-downs in Episodes 10, 4, and 8 respectively. This can be due to his supreme confidence in himself… and/or his knowledge of how vampires are walkingsexual fantasies in human literature (see episode 6). But from the number ofdinner/pantry jokes he makes, I’m willing believe that– on some level– Nevrabelieves blood-drinking increases his mystique among non-vampires. Sorry,buddy… but vampires are still a niche fad in this world
It’s unknown how necessary blood-drinking is to his survival,or what benefits it gives him. But it definitely isn’t the sole component ofhis diet: Nevra can consume regularfood (see episode 8), and is partial towards certain treats like red wine andthe oh-so-appropriate blue steaks (i.e. extremely raw steaks). Personally, Isupport the idea of him having a varied, omnivorous diet (sacrilege for vampirefans, I know) because blood in itself—per volume—is not nutritious at all:mainly composed of water, protein, and salt, with some iron and trace lipidsfrom red blood cells, and a very light sprinkling of sugars and importantminerals dissolved throughout. In fact, all full-time sanguivores—i.e.blood-drinkers—in nature are on the tiny side by necessity, and still need toconsume huge quantities of blood relative to their body weight just to avoidstarvation; vampire bats, for instance, need to drink half their body weight inblood per meal. So biologically-speaking, it’s just more feasible for Nevra toeat solid meat and other concentrated sources of carbohydrates, fats, vitamins,etc. (Besides… can you imagine how many people each day have to ‘donate’ forhis most basic rations if blood is all he consumes? Between him and Karenn,they’ll drain El dry. That won’t look good for the Guard. >_>)
Consent is necessary in Nevra’s book (see Episode 10), and heaccepts refusals (and borderline insults) with aplomb. So my guess is thatblood-drinking is still considered an intimate act, despite Nevra’s ‘swinger’approach to it. And that he’s aware it isn’t the most mainstream/popular/politesexual kink in El (check Ezarel’s ire in Episode 10 on him ‘chewing on’ one ofhis alchemists). That doesn’t mean he won’t stop trying though…
Blood doesn’t turn him on every single time. In fact, Nevra compartmentalizeshis reactions to it depending on the situation. For instance, if blood isspilled as a field injury, he jumps straight into Shadow Dad! Mode (see episode6), and all sexy/food-related thoughts are forgotten. This ability to switchmindsets on a dime indicates excellent self-control… and could be an adaptationto working with non-vampires who may get uneasy at spilling blood in front ofhim. Nevra even makes a joke in episode 8 (if you take him to the kitchen) thathe’s offended that the MC thinks of him as a ‘bloodthirsty beast’.
The effects of blood-drinking? (Canon Analysis)
According to one discussion in Episode 10, you can ‘turn’ into a vampire, but having avampire feed from you isn’t what causes it (at least, not on its own). So untilmore information comes to light, blood-drinking mostly seems like a funindulgence for Nevra, with no real long term consequences.
Nevra is implied to have the capacity to drink quite a bit of blood day after day, ifValkyon’s deadpan remark in Episode 4 is anything to go by. So anemia and even shock would be the most common health risks involved inblood-drinking besides infection (unsurprisingly). How much Nevra can drink ina single sitting is still up to debate, but he does have his principles andisn’t likely to drain partners to the point of shock. How else did he gainsuch a wide net of… voluntary donors?
His vampiric skills involved withblood-drinking? (Headcanon)
Like allvampires, he’s gifted with an extremely nimble tongue… which he uses to drink andpurr like a cat, never wasting a drop of blood and being finicky in lickinghis lips and fingers clean. And his partner’s skin, of course. Wheneverpossible, Nevra also avoids staining the bedsheets and his or his partner’sclothes; only amateurs are thatsloppy.
His nose isn’tjust good for sniffing out blood and fear from a quarter-mile away: theskin on the underside of his nose is highly thermosensitive (just like avampire bat), which allows him track rich arteries under the skin forprecision-bites, even in pitch darkness. His lips and fingertips too are packedwith biological thermo-sensors (not quite like a vampire bat). You cancompletely blindfold him, and he stillwon’t miss your carotid artery.    
Good news: his bites don’t hurt. This is because the razor-sharppoints of his fangs are the envy of swordsmiths and surgeons. Not to mentionthat they’re coated in a natural anesthetic compound found in his saliva. (Likevampire bats; how else do they sneak up on their prey and dine on them for half-an-hourwithout waking them up?) At most, if he’s really eager and/or careless thatnight, you’ll feel two tiny pricks where his mouth meets your skin. Rightbefore he distracts you with all the other things he’s doing.
The bad news: there are also natural anticoagulants in hissaliva that prevent blood from clotting easily. (How else can his people get a long drink?) So the only way to staunch thebleeding from his bite is to clean and bandage the wound, maybe tie atourniquet if it’s a deep one, then wait it out. Fortunately, he also offers thisservice as a courtesy.
Nevra has an uncanny way of estimating his partner’s bodyweight, and then approximating how much blood he can afford to drink from them withoutrisking shock. Sans instruments. Just try lying about your weight to him. Hehas an excellent eye for volumetric amounts and measurements, honed byexperience.
His sense oftaste is actually very poor—an adaptation among vampires to cope with theirpeculiar drink of choice–, so the bracing iron taste of fresh blood doesn’tmake a difference to him. As do many foods, though he won’t admit this toothers. (So if there’s any poison in his food or drink, he has to do his bestto sniff them out instead. And bet on his robust immune system to buy him enoughtime to reach his cache of antidotes.)
He has abody built for the bedroom, uh, I mean blood consumption: his liver cancope with very high concentrations of iron, and the lining of his stomachabsorbs excess water rapidly. His immune system also lends some credence to thelegends of ‘immortal’ vampires: allowing him to resist most common diseases,and rally quickly from pathogens in infected blood.      
How does he generally treat his partners whendrinking from them? (Headcanon)
I see blood-drinking as a fringe kink, fetish, and longtime socialpractice that Nevra’s people have. It combines food-play with sex, formalizesan intimate bond between individuals, and is even used as a form oftreatment in traditional medicine. (Why pointed fangs and an appetite for bloodbecame hereditary traits suggests some strong evolutionary benefits…but that’s for another day.) But Nevra, being a modern young vampire, prefersto apply blood-drinking as a form of tasty foreplay, to be carried outinside or outside the bedroom, with casual or serious partners. Drinking during sex though is what automatically flipshis high-voltage switch and unleashes the fireworks. From that point, it’s aone-way ticket to a wild night. Expect soreness and a tactical scarf the nextmorning.  
The mood to drink is never far from his mind once he startsgetting cozy with his partner, and Nevra is never shy about suggesting itthrough heavy innuendo, slow kisses that nibble lightly at their inner wrist orneck, or merely smiling and posing a two-word question that leaves no doubt onwhat he wants. Still, winning consent is a matter of honor for him, and henever tries to surprise partners with a bite, even if he has fed from them before.If they’re not keen on the idea at the moment, he may pout and try to cajolethem, but will ultimately accept their refusal.
Location is key: some arteries are in patently sexier placesthan others. Drinking from the wrist is the most chaste by far, whereasdrinking from the neck is getting pretty heavy (but still possible to dooutside the bedroom). And drinking from the inside of the thigh is savedstrictly for behind closed doors. Depending on Nevra’s mood, the state ofhis partner’s skin at that location (some places might still be healing fromprior bites), and/or the need to look halfway decent in public, he’ll switchbetween different areas.  
No matter his partner’s species, Nevra aims to keepblood-drinking safe, health-wise, as a point of pride and courtesy. (He of allpeople knows the risks involved with infection, blood-transmitted diseases,tissue scarring, anemia, and shock from blood loss.) So he’ll limit himself ifhis partner is on the petite side, and always spaces out feedings until they’rein optimal health again. And he’ll never so much as nip at his partner if they’rerecovering from an injury, are sick, or are susceptible to the health risksinvolved in opening a vein. Hearing that his partner consulted a doctor right aftertheir bedroom shenanigans will embarrass Nevra to no end. He is looking after them, he swears!  
He never goes anywhere without keeping one black silkhandkerchief in his pocket, just large enough to wrap around a neck or sveltethigh that’s been offered to him. Staunching the bleeding and covering up themarks of his teeth is what he considers his obligation, and he’ll be happy tolet partners keep the handkerchief afterwards; he’s a gentleman, after all.As a result, Nevra is on first-name basis with city tailors, mercers, andlaunderers from all the silk handkerchiefs he orders and washes—in bulk– everyfew months. Which he then keeps folded in one drawer of his bedside table. Forconvenient access.
Contrary to expectations, Nevra is automatically turned-offif partners tease him by flaunting fresh papercuts and knife-nicks, evenaccidental. In his book, it’s a crass way to snag his attention (not to mentionidiotic, from the infections they’re risking), so he’ll at most lecture themand bandage those cuts straightaway. Part of the allure in blood lies in itsmystery after all, flowing secret under the skin until he makes the firstpierce. He’s a bloodthirsty beast only some nights in the bedroom, thank you.
How does he behave if drinking from theGuardian for the first time? (Headcanon)
For all hisjokes, Nevra is very aware that this is a gesture of trust, especiallyfrom a non-vampire and a novice who isn’t fully familiar with the practice. Sohe makes a point to be reassuring, aiming to keep the experience comfortable,sensual, and enjoyable for both parties (even if he’s the only one who’ll befeeding). Because if he likes them enough… he’ll want them to return to offerhim a ‘second serving’.  
A privatelocation is really all he needs because this is the closest thing to aquickie that he can offer. But if there’s someone he’s looking to impress,he’ll take them straight to his room (prepped beforehand) where they can both befully comfortable, and he’ll be able to wash clean the bites. And where they’ll be free to indulge themselves a little more, if there’s time…
As with allpartners, he is very sensual whenfeeding, clasping the Guardian full against him and letting his hands wander. Teasingtheir skin first with kisses that grow increasingly less chaste, warming up hispartner in his arms while he tests out the best places to make an ideal bite. Fora first-timer, he’ll double this ‘warm up’ period until he’s absolutely surethat his partner is comfortable. And as turned-on as he is.
Just like anydentist, surgeon, or physician armed with a needle, Nevra never warns partnerswhen it’s actually time for him to make that bite: anticipation will only makethem anxious (and kill the mood). So the Guardian will still be lolling aroundin his arms and under the prints of his mouth, oblivious to what’s happening, until they suddenly feel that warm welling of their blood right where his mouthis fused determinedly against their skin. And when they freeze up, he’ll workto reassure them with his hands, his embrace, the pressure of his lips, and oneor two tactical noises of satisfaction, encouraging them (wordlessly) to relaxand enjoy the feel of his body against theirs. And not think too hard aboutthis moment.
For thisoccasion, he’ll keep the feeding light and neat, drinking from wrist or neckonly. After he staunches the bleeding with his ever-ready handkerchief, he’llpress a teasing kiss against the fabric right where his bite is, determined tomake the Guardian blush. And he’ll insist that they ‘hold onto thehandkerchief’, to not worry about returning it to him; it’s a standard gestureof magnanimity on his part, but for a first-timer, it’s also a way to give thema memento of this moment. To let them mull over what they did enjoy, andhopefully, return to him for a reprise…
If theGuardian is particularly concerned, he’ll oblige to answer what questions they have about health and sanitary concerns… as well as rumors they mighthave heard about vampires. But frankly, only the last part is fun for Nevra;giving medical explanations is always a tedious chore for him, so what answershe does offer are kept simple and reassuring. All they really need to know isthat he knows what he’s doing; they can trust him. He’s been doing this fora long while.
How does he treat longtime partners whom hedrinks from? (Headcanon)
Although infamousknown for biting casually, Nevra will restrict himself to drinking only fromhis partner if seriously involved with them. Feeding from others at this pointis akin to getting frisky with them, and thus putting one foot on the line ofinfidelity. For all his bad jokes and playboy reputation, Nevra’spartner is his very first preference for sharing such an intimate moment. Andif they’re really not in the mood to be nibbled at, he feels put-out.
They’ll start receiving naughty gifts… and not the expected type either. He’ll buythem scarves. Ascots. Satin opera gloves. Plus a healthy supply of dark silkhandkerchiefs for them to keep in their room, chokers and thigh garters made ofsatin or black lace, and velvet wrist corsages each pinned with a singleblood-red rose. All to cover up the bite-marks he left on their skin as theyheal… and remind him pleasantly of ‘what he did’ at their last encounterwhenever he sees them. When they’re alone, Nevra likes to slip these tacticalgifts an inch or two lower just to peek at, stroke, or kiss the marks he left behindthe other night. What a horny bastard.
He’ll be more open to gentle, affectionate blood-feedings.And if he’s having a rotten day, and his partner is the one who offers him a drink,his mood is guaranteed to shoot up by several notches. For once, he won’t dropsly suggestions to continue to the bedroom immediately, instead being perfectlyhappy to cuddle or spoon them in silence wherever they are. A blood-feeding maybe a sexually-charged gesture, but it can become an act of solace and caring ifoffered by a partner he trusts. One he won’t forget for a while.
He certainly won’t say no to his partner bitinghim back, even if their teeth are flatter and can’t (or won’t) pierce his skin; it’s the sensation that counts. And he himself is very sensitive around the crook of his neck. Still, Nevra prefersto do most of the biting—to draw blood or simply to tease. He has the right teeth, and knows how to be the boss use them for maximal mutual pleasure. 
For a darker take on how Nevra might react to blood spilled on the battlefield, check out this pure headcanon. 
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Hi ! So, I am strongly thinking about conversion lately. I didn't made my choice yet but I'm looking for some informations. I come from a half-jewish family (my dad is Jewish but my mum is not) so i am not "officially" Jewish but I feel close to the community, in my blood and soul. As a gay, non-binary person, what branch do you think I should approach ? And do I have to follow every single rule (e.g eating kasher) or are some communities opened to some kind of self interpretation ?
Hi anon!
So, making abranch choice is an important and deeply personal journey, and the best placeto start is just researching what options are available to you in your area. Asa general matter, the Reform movement is the most open to individualinterpretation (indeed, they kind of insist on it) and the liberal branches ofJudaism tend to be very pro-LGBTQ overall. (In the U.S., Reform, Recon, and Conservativehave all explicitly included acceptance of LGBTQ individuals as movement-widestances; however, I’m guessing that you may not live in the States, so I’m lesssure about what your local options are.)
In the Reformmovement, an individual’s relationship to kashrut, Shabbat observance, andother ritual practices is highly individual, although what this tends to meanis that people are generally a lot less likely to keep these traditionalpractices. The Conservative movement strongly encourages its members to havesome kind of relationship with kashrut and Shabbat observance, even if one isn’tstrict about them. I have no idea about Reconstructionist standards, but thegeneral sense I’ve gotten is that the ritual practices are encouraged even ifthe underlying theistic, religious meaning is less intense.
Orthodoxy,across the board, views the Torah as divinely given rather than merely inspiredor written by humans, and thus that the mitzvot are binding. Ergo, while there’sno formal ex-communication process currently in use that I’m aware of, it isexpected that you will do your best to keep the mitzvot. While there is a lotof variance within orthodoxy as to what exactly that means, thisunderlying principle holds true. As for acceptance or non-acceptance of LGBTQfolks within orthodoxy, please see thisthread.
As you arepatrilineally Jewish, an additional consideration you may want to think throughis what your father’s background and side of the family follows, and if thatmakes sense for you.
Do keep inmind that even if you start in one community, you have the option of switchinglater. If you start Reform and want to join a more traditional community, youwill almost certainly need to convert again under their auspices, but if youstart more traditional and decide to leave that community, the liberal brancheswill accept you.
Best of luckto you in your search!
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