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Fruity four and princess reader au. Where you’re supposed to be this sweet good pure thing, and the four are literally defiling that image every night as you let them through the window at the same time

ok so.....i am having ideas <33

dirty princess

(cws: high fantasy/royalty au, slightly bratty princess!angelface, fantasy au fruity four, forbidden love trope, sneaking around/secret relationships, lots of chastity talk, f/f oral, unprotected sex, anal, tribbing, masturbation, spit, a bit of dom/sub dynamics, the sexy thrill of (potentially) getting caught.)

You're so pretty and sweet, it's a wonder if people don't fall in love with you when they first meet you. With your parents often tending to whatever royal duties that keep them busy, you're left to wander and do as you please for the most part once your lessons are finished for the day. As long as you have a guide, you're allowed to roam the city streets around the castle as well, so you make friends quite easily and that's how you end up meeting the four of them--the people you would never expect to become the loves of your life!

Nancy's a writer and a storyteller, who teaches the children in the poorer villages round the outskirts of the kingdom how to read and write. She's a bit tight-lipped but sweet, gentle and charismatic once she opens up a little more. She holds you in such high regard, a single meeting by chance has her breath caught in her throat and a haze over her whole world--from then on, she finds herself staying awake late at night to scribble furiously in her diary, penning uncountable snippets and stories and observed details of you that she can't allow herself to forget.

Steve is a bit more of a familiar face, as he's a fresh-faced knight on the king's royal guard. Moved quickly on from a squire thanks to his family's wealth, he's still quite new and inexperienced as far as combat goes, but he's confident all the same. He's so surprisingly gentle, he's got a warm voice and such pretty brown eyes, he's mesmerizing. You mention once as you pass by that he's too pretty for battle, that you wouldn't doubt him if he were to don a duke's attire--and he laughs, and when you laugh right along with him, he knows it's love.

Robin is a new love, a new body in the sea of people that crowd the streets when you come walking by. She's a trobairitz, often on the road as she ventures from kingdom to kingdom, carrying along her instrument and her thick leaflets of music bound together with a rough cord. She's poetic and bright and speaks at length when she's left in silence, and she's beautiful, her profession keeping her preferences subtle even when she's singing her sweet love songs to a woman as fair as the princess. With one song performed in your court, and two pairs of eyes meeting from across the patterned floor, you're hooked, and so is she.

Eddie comes from much more humble origins. Lives above a tavern he shares half of with his uncle, often spends his nights wrestling drunks off of their stools to send them stumbling off towards home, and playing a bit of music when the air is quiet and he has a moment to step away from the counter. You had met him by pure accident, the tavern far from the safety of the castle's reach when you had gotten lost one night, your guide having darted away for a moment and left you by your lonesome without even realizing. He had chuckled at the sight of you wandering in, cloak pulled tight but your naïve eyes betraying all your innocence as you sidle between drunks and cheering patrons as they sing and dance on the tables in a stupor. But when you'd whimpered out your need for his help, he had dropped everything to do so, leaving the bar in his uncle's capable hands as he brought you back to the castle gates--and nearly had his head lopped off when they thought he had been the one to kidnap you.

It had been shocking to learn that they all had connections to each other, even moreso to find that they considered themselves friends--but not nearly as much to discover that the love you felt for them, that you thought was selfish and a complete fantasy, was actually requited. That and more. Much more.

Because what most, if not everyone doesn't know, is that you are not the pure-minded princess that your people so adore. While your heart is soft and kind, your desires are something that command you into acts that certainly don't befit the daughter of a king and queen. You can be greedy, selfish, even depraved if given the chance, and by god do your lovers ever give you the chance to act on those urges.

Robin and Steve are easy. They can slip into the castle on the smallest excuse, Steve is usually stationed on the grounds anyways, and all Robin must do is let you pull on your parent's and advisor's arms to let your favourite entertainer back into the ballroom for a show. All she's expected to do is perform, which is what she's best at--and when the other members of the court have their wine in hand and have dismissed the young princess to go entertain herself for the afternoon, you're pulling Robin into your chambers for a private showing with nobody available to come interrupt you. She's always so tender, her lovemaking slow and scattered when she can't decide where to focus, what parts of you she likes best and that need the most attention. She just loves every bit, she has to strip your layers off and take her time in showing you the kind of love you never thought possible....including when she pulls your legs apart and straddles you between them, her bare chest a sight to behold as the trobairitz sings your praises and rides your sweet clit until you're gasping for breath. She just can't get enough, can't stop herself from bending your knee back and humping her cunt into yours, so wet her skin shines and glistens with arousal as she urges you to cum every time she does. Even if she has to get down and finish you off with her tongue and her fingers, she will make it so--most times she's intentional with it, using her own sensitivity to justify spending hours with her face between your legs to make up for all those lost orgasms.

On Steve's end, it's only a bit harder, and he has to work his way up to getting his time with you. To prove himself wouldn't be enough without your parent's approval, they must see him excel in order to approve him as one of your close guardians. That last one that cluelessly abandoned you in the streets has left a space open that needs to be filled, however, and with a well-worded letter from his family to the head of the royal guard, Steve has a chance to show his responsibility and loyalty in keeping the precious princess safe. They're all so happy to see him thrive, aside from those who were gunning for that same position--but they don't know that the man keeping a close eye on the princess's safety is also the one decimating her celibacy on every night shift he has. Twice a week he's tasked with spending an overnight stay outside your room, and twice a week he's lured inside by your moans once everyone's gone to bed, and is met by the sight of the beautiful princess with her fingers playing between her legs as she hums his name. At first it stays that way, with you touching and him watching. But soon enough he can't bear it, can't bear your teasing as you beg to know what he would do if he were allowed to break your chastity--and he answers you with his fingers soaked in spit, avoiding your forbidden fruit in favour of working open that loophole he knows you have. Bedding a virgin princess as her sworn protector would be the fastest trip to the gallows imaginable--but is it really breaking your vow of chastity in a hole that can't be impregnated? Surely not, neither of you think.

Nancy's infiltration is harder, but still possible. You've got a teacher already, the best the kingdom can offer for your education, but you soon wonder if you can convince them of the need for a more creative outlet? Nancy's a poet and a prodigy, surely you could stomp your feet a bit and beg for the most popular storyteller in the city to come and teach you a bit about her craft? You feel it might work and it does with time, eventually you're ending your usual lessons with your professor packing up and leaving, while Nancy shuffles in and sets her materials down on the table in front of you. She has books and essays and journals to show you, diaries of such prolific people and stories with such rich and diverse history--and while she reads them to you with the text open in one hand, her other one fists itself in your hair as you wiggle your sweet tongue inside her cunt. She's surprisingly disciplined about her chosen area of study, enforcing homework and extra reading and even tests if she feels the need, which also means punishments and rewards for jobs done well and ill. A punishment could be a spanking, or a bit of spit in your open mouth, and a reward is usually one of your choosing--and the one you usually choose is to lick her pussy from top to bottom and inside out, while your headmistress teaches the rest of her lesson from whatever book you have lined up. You always give her a good cleaning for your own job well done, anticipating the same when she finishes early and has a bit of time to return the favour. But it's mostly a habit because of the thrill of getting caught, when you know the advisor coming to escort Nancy after the lesson will be approaching the door to the schoolroom--and what better high than to feel her viciously eating you out with her fingers plunged inside you, tongue sloshing through your wet folds before she sucks down on your clit in a desperate attempt to make you cum, while those footsteps get closer and closer down the hall outside?

Eddie is the only one who doesn't need to slither his way into your lodgings, because you come to him. It's such a dangerous route, the most likely way for you to get caught when you're sneaking out of the castle alone, but you don't care. When you get to the tavern in the middle of the night and slip in through the back door, Eddie's always got a drink and a room for you upstairs where you can be alone, with no eyes following your linked pinkies as you follow him up the steps. Eddie's different, he's filthy--he's crude and rough and crass, he spits and cusses and smiles at you with the knowledge that he's corrupting you with his presence alone. You sip that foul mead that has your head feeling dizzy and warm, and he's already fondling you before his bedroom door is closed. The chatter is loud and boisterous but muffled under the floorboards when you're laid out on his bed, and unlike Steve in particular, Eddie doesn't care about preserving your mock virginity. He fucks you, deep and raw like he's making his one time with a princess count, and he always leaves marks he knows you have to hide--including the cum he leaves spilling out of you when he's done. He's sweaty and unwashed and stinks of ale and smoke, he's grimy and slimy and licks your clean skin from your throat to your pussy, marring your tits with his teeth and wetting his lips with your slick when you grab those curls and hold on for dear life against his tongue. Hes disgusting and depraved, he's fucked plenty before and he'll fuck many more times if you ever stop seeing him, but he's yours. You have his heart, he says, and if you deign to break it he'll have to resign to suffering through the rest of life, knowing he lost the one he truly loved. Such romantic words for a lowborn cur without a drop of noble blood inside him.

It's an awful way to live, a pathetic excuse of behavior for such a high-bred woman of the royal family--that's what the court would say, and all the nobles that cycle through the castle doors to greet you, all while smiling those vile thoughts away as they dream of their sons or daughters being in your place. You may be spoiled and beautiful and rich, but you're in love, and the ones that share your love return it tenfold back to you at every chance. They're the very few you share your life with that aren't vying for your attention because of the material things you can give them, rather they want your time so they can spend it talking to you and listening to your woes, uncaring as to how huge your inheritance will be or how powerful they could get if they married into royalty. They're just lovers, through and through, and you'll do anything to make sure that those tender hearts of theirs never have to become fighters for your sake.

#fruity four #fruity four x reader #kingdom come au #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie's angelface #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

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𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 | chap 05

SYPNOSIS: wherein the princess, who is a clandestine assassin, has been commanded to eliminate the seven vampire princes.

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, contemporary fantasy, enemies to lovers, third pov, eventual previous past lives will be entailed.

WARNINGS: expletives, blood, suggestive theme, borderline smut (ig?).

WORD COUNT: 6k

TAGLIST: @aishigrey @kgneptun @b3tt7boop @smg-valeria @lhspeachie @enhaverse713586 @strxwbloody @firstclassjaylee @jwnghyuns @luminouskalopsia @deobitifull @loumin908

🍒 MASTERLIST 🍒

The journey to the castle is rather a covert one. Elora has been given a dark cloak with a hood to obscure her identity from any onlookers before they disembark for the castle, which is approximately fifteen minutes by foot.

The princes flank her from the sides to the front and back, and although they appear to provide further protection by completely shielding her from the public eye, their real intent is to prevent her from fleeing. They have long since noted that their detainee is unpredictable, and it would be prudent for them to take extra precautions with her.

After having to go through security checks by the royal guards, they have finally arrived outside of where the imperial court takes place. Presently, Jake, Riki, and Sunoo are with her, while the rest are inside the courtroom. The wooden door is ajar, allowing Elora to eavesdrop on them.

"Bring forth the mermaidian." She hears an unfamiliar voice that wields sovereignty. She feels a hand gripping her arm firmly before she looks at the side, her eyes narrowing at Sunoo, who hasn't uttered a word to her since the incident.

Elora bites down her tongue from spitting profanities at Sunoo as he forcibly pushes her inside at the moment Riki and Jake push open the door. Her head remains lowered as Sunoo continues to hold her while guiding her to the centre of the room, where the others are as well.

Despite the cloak that obscures her whole being, she can feel gazes on her in every direction, but she doesn't feel the slightest nervous. This is nothing compared to having to stand before the imperial and high courts of Mermaidia and Aetherlyn.

"Raise your head, mermaidian." The deep, manly voice, which she presumes is the king, commands her, and despite loathing their species, Elora obeys the sovereign.

As Elora raises her head, her hands lower the hood that is obscuring her whole identity, revealing her divine lilac waves that cascade down her shoulders as well as her face. Her eyelashes flutter as she looks up, she instantly locks eyes with the queen, who is seated on her throne, whose beauty is unrivalled and exudes a prominent regality.

However, the moment the vampire queen meets Elora's indigo-hued eyes, her icy demeanour melts while her eyes go wide and her lips go parted, looking genuinely appalled. The abrupt shift in the queen's countenance draws everyone's attention while she remains staring at Elora.

"My beloved?" The king, whose throne is next to the queen's, calls for his wife with a tinge of softness, despite his firm tone. Elora simply stares at the queen with a confused frown, as though the latter has seen a horrific sight.

The queen immediately recovers herself, her icy demeanour returns, but Elora can see through her that she is still shaken by whatever happened.

"What is your name?" The queen's voice is resounding as it echoes throughout the imperial court.

"Elora, your eminence." Elora bows, displaying her respect and courtesy for the sovereign.

"Indeed, you are a mermaidian." The king hums, still inspecting the female with his steely, crimson eyes. "I've been informed by my sons that your purpose for being here remains unclear. No matter your reason, I have a preposition to offer you." A cold smirk is drawn on his lips. "The preposition entails you marrying my eldest son."

At once, the other elders seated by each side of the room begin to erupt in heated discussion, as they did not expect their king to offer such a preposterous preposition.

"What?" Elora blurts out in disbelief while the princes react the same as well. "Pardon my impudence, but I don't wish to marry your son."

"Father, what is the meaning of this?" Heeseung steps forward, his eyes glaring at the king, to which the king simply smiles.

"It's a political marriage. It will benefit both kingdoms, so there will not be any conflict or bloodshed in the near future." The king states calmly. "Additionally, my eldest son is of the age where he should have already been married."

"But why me?" Elora asks rather aggressively. She doesn't bother to conceal her frustration and distaste for their species, to which she earns glares from the elders. "Surely, you can find other potential candidates to marry your son."

"Oh my, it appears that I have forgotten to add that this is a direct order." A cynical smile touches the king's lips. "Unless you want to be executed for being an attempted murderer, then you have no choice but to accept this marriage."

Elora scoffs loudly. It is ironic how she is deemed an attempted murderer when the killing itself is in the vampires' nature.

"My kingdom won't agree to this." Elora speaks venomously, and she almost lunges for the king with the intention to slit his throat if it weren't for Jake and Sunghoon holding her back.

"Adorable, isn't she?" The king releases a genuine laugh with a mirthful grin on his lips, finding pure amusement in Elora's apparent wrath. "Expect the wedding to happen after your journey to Mermaidia to retrieve the crystal heart of Oceania."

"You will only be permitted to embark on your journey in two days." The queen decides to speak up after keeping silent. "In the meantime, you are to remain in the castle and attend the royal ball tomorrow. As for Elora," The way the queen speaks her name is rather odd, as though she refuses to believe that is her name. "You will have a temporary handmaiden serving you. We'll be expecting your attendance at the royal ball."

Elora clenches her jaw. Her wrath for the vampires is overbrimming, but she chooses to remain silent. She doesn't wish to get her tongue cut, or worse, beheaded.

"Consider it as a pre-celebratory party for the marriage between Heeseung and Elora as well." The king adds one last smile. "Now, off you go."

"Don't touch me." Elora jerks her shoulder away from Sunghoon's hand just as he is about to escort her, but the prince is not having any of her attitude and grips her arm tight before they proceed to depart from the imperial court.

"My beloved, what caused you such perturbation earlier?" The king speaks to his wife in a soft murmur, and when he looks at her, she is still staring at the door where they had just exited.

The queen releases a shaky breath, and she has yet to realise how her hand is trembling until she feels the king's hand placed on top of hers. She looks at him with shaky pupils. "The mermaidian, she looks exactly like her."

"Who?" The king asks gently as he continues to hold his wife in a delicate manner.

"The first monarch from a thousand years ago." Her lips quiver while her face seems to be paler by the second, before she speaks in a whisper, "The demi-goddess."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Marriage? Marriage?! The thought of marriage, let alone being married to her enemy, is simply preposterous! Elora buries her face into the pillow to muffle her screams, now having settled into one of the rooms assigned by the queen.

It appears that her screams have reached a pair of ears as he comes striding into her room stealthily. His eyebrow is arched as he stares at the female, who is still throwing tantrums with her head buried in the pillow.

"Don't bother muffling your screams. I could hear you from a distance."

Elora immediately removes the pillow from her face and turns her head to the side, shooting him with an accusatory glare. "Were you in it as well? Did you know that the king would have me married to your brother?"

Jake shakes his head in response, the sincerity in his eyes proves to her that he has no idea, but the corner of his lips quirks a smirk, finding enjoyment in the predicament she is in. "I can't say that I don't find this enjoyable. You should be thankful that our father didn't sentence you to death after your attempts to kill us."

Still lying on the mattress, Elora glares at him once more before she turns her body to the side, her back facing him. "Do me a favour and fuck off."

"No can do. I've been instructed by your groom to oversee you while he and the rest have respective tasks to complete." Jake's mirthful voice irks her to no end, but she remains unmoving. "Come on. Why are you being so boring? You were a lot of fun when we were at the palace!"

"Uughhh." Elora groans out loud as she grabs another pillow to cover her ear. She has no idea that Jake can be unbearably annoying and talkative. Despite covering her ear with the pillow, she can hear knocks on the door.

"Your majesty," The voice of her temporary handmaiden causes her to remove the pillow from her ear. "Princess Celeste has requested for you."

"Tell her that I'm busy." Any traces of mirth have dissipated in his voice as he sounds rather icy-cold, rendering Elora confused by his sudden change of behaviour. From what she recalls, their sister recently miraculously woke up from a coma, so naturally, the brothers were elated, all except for one.

"Princess Celeste is in her room, and she refuses 'no' as an answer." Despite how firm the handmaiden speaks, Elora can detect shakiness in her voice, as though she is afraid the prince might lash out at her.

There is a brief silence for a moment before Elora hears footsteps approaching from behind. The next thing she knows, she is being carried in a bridal style by the prince, eliciting a surprised yelp from her while instinctively latching her arms around his neck.

Elora's heart is pumping hard from the close proximity of their faces, with his side profile greeting her. She glares at him while he continues to carry her as they leave her room. "What do you think you're doing?!"

A faint smirk touches his lips while he casts a quick side glance at her face. "Since I'm on my princely duty to oversee you, I'm bringing you with me to meet my adamant sister."

"Even so, I can walk by myself!" Elora exclaims, and her cheeks go flushed upon receiving stares from the imperial personnel in their vicinity.

"You'll only slow us down. Plus, I want to get this over with." Jake mutters under his breath before holding her more securely. "Hold on tight."

At once, Elora automatically closes her eyes and tightens her arms around his neck, feeling the wind whirling past them as he uses his vamp speed. It isn't even a minute or so when she feels him come to a stop. She flutters her eyes open and shoots him a scowl. "Put me down."

Surprisingly, he complies, setting her down to her feet while she ignores the way her heart flutters as he does so gently. She takes a step back, watching as Jake knocks on the door before pushing it open. He allows her to enter first, and she does, with him following after.

Elora scans the princess's room, finding it odd how there is a lack of ornaments and how the curtains are drawn closed, casting an eerie ambience to the room. Her eyes finally settle on the princess, who is seated on the bed with the duvet covering her lower body.

Elora's lips parted in complete awe at the princess's beauty. Her hair is in a beautiful golden shade that looks rich and silky as it cascades down her slender shoulders. Her crimson eyes glow the same as the others. However, there is a certain ambience from the princess, especially when there is a kind smile on her pink lips and her eyes gleam with warmth.

"Jake." The princess, Celeste, calls for him in a soft, gentle voice. Her eyes are still staring at the cold prince, whose face remains impassive.

"Celeste." Jake greets his sister curtly, refusing to move closer to her. "Now that you've seen my face, can I go now?"

Despite Elora's hatred for the vampire species in general, she can't help but disprove the way Jake is being hostile towards his sister. She casts him a disapproving glance. "Jake." The sound of his name on her lips sounds oddly heavenly, causing Jake to falter as he stares at her. "Stop being a dickhead to your sister."

Elora definitely didn't expect the princess to chuckle at her remark. As she stares at the princess, she is taken aback to see the kind smile on her lips. "You must be Elora. The mermaidian." Celeste's eyes glimmer with admiration as she scans Elora's countenance. "I've never seen a real-life mermaidian before. You look truly divine."

Elora decides to lower her guard and give the princess a small smile before bowing to her. "Your highness."

"That isn’t necessary." Celeste waves her hand dismissively at her. "After all, you'll be a princess consort since you'll be getting married to Heeseung."

Elora's eyes twitch, but she holds back from making an indecent remark. The princess is already being kind to her, so the least she can do is to be polite.

"Why have you requested my presence?" Jake goes straight to the point as he crosses his arms over his chest. "It should've been more than enough for you that the rest have already visited you."

A sad smile touches the princess's lips. "You're my brother as well, Jake. I've missed you just the same as I've missed them."

"I didn’t." Jake scoffs coldly, and Elora finds it bizarre that he is acting this way towards his own sister. He takes Elora by surprise when he grabs her wrist. "Now that you've seen me, we'll be taking our leave."

"I'd like to speak with Elora for awhile." Celeste says sternly, forcing Jake to halt his steps, and Elora takes this chance to yank her wrist from his grasp. "Please."

Jake's eyes harden while his jaw clenches. "Five minutes." He proceeds to trudge away, making his exit and closing the door.

Elora relaxes a hair before turning her attention to the princess. "I have no idea why he's behaving like that when he was fine earlier." She says.

Celeste gives her a sad smile in return. "He's always been like that with me." She then motions for Elora to sit on the chair next to her bed, and the latter complies.

"I've heard about what happened from my brothers." Celeste starts off. "And I would like to apologise on behalf of them."

Elora's eyebrows jump in surprise. "Why?"

"Because you've been held captive, and according to Jungwon, some of them haven't been really treating you well." Celeste offers her a sympathetic smile. "If it makes you feel better, I've already reprimanded them."

"You didn't have to." Elora is in pure confusion as to why the princess is being kind and compassionate towards her. "It was sort of a reciprocity since I did attempt to kill some of them. It's understandable for them to treat me the way they did."

"Nevertheless, they should've been gentlemen towards you." Celeste heaves a sigh, disappointment glints in her eye. "I taught them better than to treat a woman like that."

"They did. At least some." Elora rubs her nape. "Heeseung healed me with his blood, and Jungwon used his magic to heal me as well."

"Speaking of Heeseung, how are you feeling about the whole marriage thing?" Celeste asks, treading her words carefully as she examines Elora's facial expression.

Elora scoffs lightly and looks away from her. "Why does it matter how I feel when the king affirms that I have no choice but to marry your brother?"

"Believe it or not, but I care." Celeste takes her by surprise as she holds her hand tenderly. Elora can see the sincerity and sympathy shining in her crimson eyes. "It must've been awful to have your life dictated by the sovereigns. If I had the full authority, I would've helped you and allowed you to go back to your kingdom."

Elora's heart swells with something unfamiliar. "Why are you being so kind to me when you've just met me?" She asks quietly, as her hand is still being held by the princess.

Celeste gives her another one of her kind, lovely smiles. "I believe that being imposed by something you deem unjust is not the way to form an alliance between two species."

"You want to form an alliance with me?"

Celeste shakes her head. "Not just an alliance, but a friend as well."

"Friend." Elora says the word in a whisper. Her heart clenches with an unfamiliar sentiment. Throughout her life back in Aetherlyn, no one has ever wanted to be friends with her due to her being powerless. Even though she has proven to her people how powerful she was without innate power when she became a clandestine assassin, it didn't change anything.

Maybe it has something to do with Celeste being the first vampire ever to show kindness and compassion towards her, but Elora decides to trust her. And so, Elora reciprocates Celeste's smile. "Sure."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Elora steps out of the fairly large bathtub with lukewarm water that manages to ease her muscles and grabs the towel on the racks before wrapping it around her body and grabbing another one to dry off her hair.

After what happened earlier with Celeste, Jake escorted her back to her room, and surprisingly, the prince remained quiet and brooding, but Elora took his silence as a good thing. The least she needed was to hear him being chattery all over.

Just as she is about to step out of the shower, which is equivalent to the size of her room, she halts her steps at the moment a certain someone enters with a towel draped over his clothed shoulder. Whereas she is staring at him in complete shock, he doesn't seem too surprised and simply raises his eyebrow at her.

"What are you doing here?!" Elora's cheeks flush pink as she grips the edge of her towel that is covering her body.

"I'm going for a shower." He states in a monotone manner, and while he appears impassive, his eyes are shamelessly raking over her body. Her skin looks flawless, while her hair is damp. Even underneath the towel, he can discern her alluring curves. His eyes fall to her visible cleavage before he quickly looks back at her face.

"But why here?" Elora asks with a scowl, and yet she still avoids his gaze.

"Because this is my shower room and you'll be sleeping in my room, Mia Cara."

"Your room?!" Elora gapes at him in disbelief. "I thought─"

"You thought wrong." He clenches his jaw, hating how his mind bears sinful thoughts the longer his eyes persist on her gorgeous figure. "Just get dressed and sleep." He grumbles before walking past her, and her scent alone is enough to entice him to take a bite of her again.

Elora doesn't waste time and immediately exits the shower room, not forgetting to slam the door closed. She groans loudly at how the night just seems to get worse. Her gaze settles on the king-sized bed, and she swallows harshly. The thought of sharing a bed with her enemy, who happens to be the groom, disgusts her.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Elora, now dressed in a white sleeveless nightgown, sits at the edge of the bed with her body tensed. She hears the door of the shower room open and close from behind. It is bad enough that her bracelet seems to be impaired, so she can only rely on her combat skills if anything happens.

"I thought you'd be asleep already." Heeseung speaks from behind, and she feels the bed dipping, making her shoulders go even tensed. "Relax, Mia Cara. I'm not going to hurt you."

Elora finally turns around to stare at him incredulously. "Why are you so calm and normal about this? It is obviously clear that you're not thrilled about getting married to me either."

There is a brief silence that allows Elora to scan his nightly appearance, dressed in a loose blouse with his collarbones peeking and oddly transparent enough for her to make out his abdominal muscles, supposedly hidden underneath the material. His hair looks soft and silky as it hovers over his forehead. His gaze alone is telling her that he has no intention of hurting her.

"You're right, but what can I even do with little authority?" Heeseung sighs, still standing across from her by the side of the bed. "Trust me, I don't want this as much as you don't. My brothers and I have tried persuading our parents to change their minds, but their decision still stands."

Elora scoffs lightly before rising from the bed. Without a word, she storms towards the door, but just as she holds the handle, Heeseung appears closely next to her with his palm on the door, preventing her from leaving.

A frown touches his lips. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Anywhere is better than to sleep on the same bed as you." She tries to yank the door open, but with Heeseung's strength, it's futile.

"Stop being stubborn and just sleep on the bed, Mia Cara."

"No." Elora grunts as she remains resilient in trying to open the door. "Don't stop me, Heeseung, or I'll─"

Heeseung has her turn around with his hands on her shoulders and pins her against the door. Elora gasps softly at the impact, and when she glances up, his glaring eyes penetrate into hers, sending an odd shiver down her spine.

"Stop being so fucking difficult and get on the damn bed." Heeseung orders calmly, his voice sounds deeper and darker, almost as if he's furious, which he is.

"Fine." Elora acquiesces, feigning obedience, which prompts him to release her.

With his eyes on her, she proceeds to amble towards the bed, and he follows, but she slows down the pace, allowing him to move ahead. Once he is just a few feet away, she wastes no time in turning around and dashing for the door.

But Elora is mistaken. Heeseung has long since known that she does have some tricks up her sleeves.

"Hey!" Elora's heart lurches in her chest as soon as he carries her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Put me down!" Even her punches to his back don't seem to deter him.

Before she knows it, she is thrown on the bed without any thoughts of carefulness. She gasps once more as he hovers on top of her with his hands on the sides of her head, trapping her, while his knee is settled between her thighs. With an angry huff, she decides to throw punches at his solid chest. "Get the fuck away from me, you asshole!"

Heeseung doesn't seem the slightest bothered by her mere punches and simply allows her to throw tantrums with profanities at him. He waits, and waits, until the female below is heaving with harsh breaths as she finally relents.

"Are you finished?" His voice has a husky rasp to it, while his crimson eyes seem so oddly alluring, and the close proximity between their faces brings heat to her cheeks against her will.

Just then, her fingertips tingle with the familiarity of her magic before she conjures a dagger and clutches it in her grasp. She quickly raises it to his neck with the intention of threatening him, but a gasp of disbelief leaves her lips when he grabs her wrist with ease. She struggles, even when she is now using both hands to try and plunge the dagger into his neck, but his strength overweighs her.

Soon, she finds herself utterly vulnerable, with his hand locking both her wrists and pinning them above her head. All the while, she feels eerie by the fact that he looks calm and collected despite the fury ablaze in his beautiful crimson eyes.

Goosebumps arise on her skin as the nightgown she dons has been hiked up, revealing her smooth thighs, as do the shivers running down her spine, and she has no idea if they're from the coldness teeming in the atmosphere or just from his gaze alone.

"You." His voice nearly comes out of a growl while a muscle pulses in his jaw. "It would've been a lot easier if you had just given up and surrendered when you knew you had lost."

"I don't lose. Never." Her voice comes out quiet while she feels oddly breathless. "At least not to you."

He cocks an eyebrow in an attractive manner. "Look at yourself, Mia Cara. You're beneath me." A smirk touches his lips as he leans closer until his cold, minty breath hits the cupid bow of her lips, rendering her speechless. "Not so feisty now, are you?"

Elora stares at his lips with hooded eyelids, and something inside of him is close to snapping and devouring the attractive mermaidian in his grasps. She feels lightheaded as something dangerous swirls within her, tempting her to seal his lips into a kiss.

"Heeseung." She utters his name breathlessly as she returns her gaze to his darkening eyes, looking at him under her naturally long lashes.

"Heli." A feminine voice that sounds uncannily like hers echoes throughout the walls in her mind, but she pays no mind to that, not when she can't focus on anything else other than the prince above her and his strong, addictive cologne that invades her nostril.

Heeseung's eyes flicker at her pink, kissable lips that seem to be luring him, as does the way her luminous, indigo-hued eyes gaze at him. He is fighting an internal battle where one part of him desires and lusts for his enemy, while the other part is reasoning with him through rationality.

"We shouldn’t." Elora whispers as the distance between their lips decreases, and yet she finds herself willingly surrendering to him, welcoming his lips on hers.

"Yeah." He whispers before pressing his lips on her awaiting ones.

Elora gasps softly as her lips parted, but she is only giving him access for his wet muscle to enter the cavern of her mouth. Her will to fight off his dark allures weakens, as do her clutches on the dagger before she completely releases it and relaxes her every muscle.

Elora melts against his kisses, surrendering herself to him. His tongue dances with hers in a perfect rhythm before he retracts and pulls away from her chasing lips. His eyes darken with each passing second as he stares down at the panting female. Upon seeing her relaxed, he slowly releases his hand from pinning her wrists.

He waits for her to attack him or anything, but what she does next surprises him. Her hands latch onto his nape before she pulls him down. Their lips meet once more, and this time, a sense of urgency and hunger is palpable with the way their lips move against each other, filled with carnal desire.

Elora runs her fingers through his soft locks before tugging on them, eliciting a low growl from him, his lips sending vibrations to hers. He kisses her like he's punishing her. She gasps painfully at the moment he bites down her bottom lip and pulls it before resuming to kiss her senselessly.

His hand descends to her bare thigh, rubbing it sensually while his touch sends tingles down her skin. She moves her hips, and a jolt of pleasure shoots up through her body when her clit comes into contact with his thigh. She does it experimentally again, and this time, he presses his thigh deeper into her core, eliciting a breathy moan from her as he pulls away from her lips.

"Yeah? You like that?" He rasps, watching as she moves her hips sensually, grinding on his thigh. He can almost feel the dampness seeping through her underwear. He dips his head to press a kiss on her neck.

"Heeseung." She moans again at the pleasurable sensation of his lips kissing and nipping her skin. She shudders when she feels the tips of his pointed fangs graze across her skin in a teasing manner.

"Keep going." He murmurs, his hand on her hips, assisting her to move as she continues to grind on him. He can hear the blood pumping under her skin, enticing him to take a bite. He fights off his thirst for her blood, but the longer he resists, the more difficult it is to contain the darkness.

A pained moan leaves her lips as he sinks his fangs into her jugular, and yet she doesn’t relent from grinding her already wet core against his thigh. Her eyes roll to the back while her back arches, as does her neck, allowing him to drink comfortably from her neck. The pleasure from both administrations is delirious.

"Heeseung." Tears prick in her eyes at the delirious sensation while her thighs tremble as her very first orgasm comes crashing down like a tidal wave.

Heeseung moans, his arm hugging her waist and pulling her closer to his body as he continues to drink her blood. It tastes divine, even better than a mere liquor. He's utterly drunk on her blood.

"Heeseung." Amidst the pleasure, Elora is starting to feel a searing pain from how deep his fangs have sunken into her jugular. She grabs a fist of his blouse, trying to push him away, but her gesture elicits an inhumane growl from his lips. "Heeseung!"

Heeseung pulls his fangs away from her neck, and Elora watches in a mixture of horror and awe as he licks the excess of her blood that is dripping from his fangs. At the moment he opens his eyes, fear resides within her upon seeing the familiar obsidian that shrouds his eyes.

His blood-smeared lips curl into a smirk. "Why did you stop?" His voice sounds eerily dark, so sinister as the way he is caressing her bare thigh, which is locked around his waist. "Did I say you could stop?" He snarls, and his whole countenance looks different. It reminds her of Sunoo the other day, when he attacked her.

"H-Heeseung, you're not yourself." Elora whimpers, trying to push him away from her, but he grabs both of her hands and pins them to the sides of her head. "What are you?" She asks with shaky breaths.

"What do you think, Mia Cara?" He chuckles darkly, his grip on her hands tightening. "I'll let you guess the answer, but if you get it wrong, I'll suck you dry."

"No." She shakes her head, and for the first time, she feels an intense fear for the prince. "Y-You're a monster."

He clicks his tongue in disappointment. "A classic answer, but good try, Mia Cara."

Heeseung bares his razor-sharp fangs while eliciting an inhumane noise deep from his rumbling chest before sinking his fangs back to where he had bitten her, with her blood seeping from her wounds and dripping down her skin and the sheets.

"H-Heeseung!" Elora tries to move her head, but when she does, the familiar, searing pain jolts at her neck. She swears that she will lose her head sooner or later with the way he is devouring her with his fangs. She doesn’t bother fighting back and surrenders herself to him. Tears stream down her face while her helpless cries begin to quieten as her body is starting to lose consciousness.

"Lilith."

An unfamiliar name is being uttered by Heeseung's voice in her head, confusing her while her eyelids are getting heavier with each passing second.

"Lilith, I'm sorry."

"Heli." She doesn’t even have the time to feel shocked upon hearing a feminine voice that is similar to hers in her head, calling for the unfamiliar name, as darkness begins to engulf her whole before her body goes entirely lifeless.

Heeseung, in his delirium, continues to consume her blood with a palpable thirst that is inevitably intoxicating his whole senses. He doesn’t even realise that she has long been unconscious.

"Heeseung, snap out of it!" His inner conscience screams at him, rendering him completely shocked upon hearing his own voice, as though it were a different person with the same voice as him.

His obsidian eyes return to crimson-hued as he blinks his eyes. He immediately pulls his fangs away from her neck, and when he looks down, his stomach feels sickened at the horrific wounds on her neck from his bite as blood continues to seep, tainting her nightgown and the bedsheet.

For the first time throughout his twenty-three years of existence, guilt and regret consume him as he stares at his bloodied bride in mortification.

"Elora?" He cradles her face as he stares at her lashes resting under her eyes. "Mia Cara." His heart clenches as she remains unresponsive.

Cradling the back of her head as he holds her close to him, Heeseung pulls his sleeves down and bites down his wrist before placing it on her parted lips and allowing his blood to go into her system, hoping that she would wake up and her wounds would heal. But minutes have passed, and nothing happens. Her wounds remain seeping with blood.

A muscle pulses in his jaw before he decides to carry her in a bridal style, using his vamp speed to head outside, but he is still unstable, swaying lightly. He holds her securely in his arms, her head lolling to the back. He has no idea how or what to do, feeling utterly helpless.

"Heeseung. Why the hell do I smell her blood─"

Heeseung turns around to meet Jay's steely eyes. The latter appears to have been with some of his brothers as Jungwon, Jake, and Sunoo approach from behind him. All of their eyes fall to the bloodied bride in the groom's arms.

Jungwon pushes past Jay, his concerned eyes turn into anger as they glare into Heeseung's. He uses his vamp speed to get to Heeseung and snatch the unconscious female, now carrying her in his arms.

"What the fuck did you do?" Jake steps forward, and he doesn’t look the slightest pleased. "Heeseung!"

"I─" Heeseung is at a loss for words, the guilt is written across his face. "I didn’t mean to."

"You lost your control." Jungwon states coldly, and amidst the anger, disappointment flickers in his gaze. "We trusted you that you would never lose control."

"I said I didn’t mean to!" Heeseung bursts out, a mixture of anger and sadness brims within him. "I would never hurt her! She's my bride!"

"Yet, you did." Jake glowers at him. "You fooled us into thinking that you had it all at bay."

Familiar voices approach the group before they turn to see Celeste with Riki and Sunghoon, seeming to be in a lighthearted, peaceful conversation. The moment Elora's fresh blood invades their senses, they divert their gazes to the group.

"What happened?" Celeste uses her vamp speed and stops in front of Jungwon. Her hand touches Elora's forehead while she inspects the wounds on her neck.

"Heeseung." Riki mutters as he stares at the eldest, whose blouse is stained with her blood.

"Celeste, help her." Heeseung implores his sister, and thankfully, the latter doesn’t seem to be disappointed or angry at her like some of his brothers do.

"She's still there, but weak." Celeste murmurs, her eyes are in full concentration as she uses her ability on Elora. "Come." She orders as she spins around to walk in haste ahead, with Jungwon, Jake, and Riki following after her.

Heeseung stares down at his hands, which are stained with her blood, and he recalls how he held her lifeless figure. Killing is in his nature, but why does he feel sick to the stomach upon almost killing his bride?

"Heeseung, what really happened?" Sunghoon places his hand firmly on Heeseung's shoulder, prompting the eldest to look up.

Thankfully, Sunghoon, Jay, and Sunoo don't seem to resent him, unlike the others, but their faces remain serious.

"I-I don't know what took me over." Heeseung mumbles distraughtly. "We were in a heated moment, but then I couldn’t resist drinking her blood."

"Her blood triggered you, huh?" Sunoo heaves a sigh, as he knows that feeling.

"I thought I had it at bay." Heeseung clenches his jaw and looks away. "I fucking thought that it wouldn’t take control over me."

"We told you, Heeseung," Jay says in a grave tone. "that no matter how hard we try to keep them at bay, they're bound to consume us sooner or later."

"We're cursed." Sunghoon adds, but his tone is light, as if he has long since accepted the cruel reality.

"Elora." Heeseung swallows the painful lump in his throat as her lifeless, beautiful face appears in his mind.

"She'll be fine." Sunghoon pats Heeseung's back. "With Celeste's ability and help, she will wake up soon."

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demifiendrsa · 5 months

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Metaphor: ReFantazio — The Royal Tournament

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Metaphor: ReFantazio will launch for PlayStation 5, Xbox Series X|S, PlayStation 4, and PC (Microsoft Store, Steam) in Fall 2024.

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■ Story

This is a story of how people must find unity to elect a new king.

Our story takes place in The United Kingdom of Euchronia, where the assassination of the king brings chaos and unrest to the land.

Then, one fateful day, a magic known only to the king called the Royal Magic is invoked, and the world becomes embroiled in a royal tournament for the throne.

In the midst of this, the protagonist, together with his partner, the fairy Galica, must find a way to break the curse that has been placed on the prince that the kingdom believes to be dead. To do so, they depart on a journey across the vast land.

They will discover that in order to achieve their goal, they must participate in the tournament for the throne, and this great task shall require them to ally with many friends and followers of the various tribes inhabiting the world.

■ Characters

Protagonist (voiced by Natsuki Hanae)

Together with the fairy, Galica, he embarks on a journey to lift the deadly curse placed on his childhood friend, the prince of Euchronia.

He is a boy of the elda tribe, branded as a “tainted” people by the state religion who believe they have inherited dangerous and heretical magic. Being so rare among the populous, they are detested and discriminated against throughout the kingdom.

Gallica (voiced by Sumire Morohoshi)

Not only a traveling companion, Gallica is the guide who helps the protagonist carry out his mission to save the prince. Although she is too small to participate in battles, her knowledge of magic and ability to sense magla is superior to the protagonist due to her fairy nature. She doesn’t mince words, but she is a reassuring ally on his journey.

Strohl (voiced by Kensho Ono)

He is a young man of the clemar tribe who meets the protagonist in the recruitment centre for the State Army. A smart young man with a strong sense of justice, he hails from a noble family. And yet, it seems his circumstances are complicated, as it is rare for a noble to enlist in the army alongside commoners.

Hulkenberg (voiced by Saori Hayami)

A knight of the roussainte tribe and former member of the royal family’s Kingsguard who served by the prince’s side. Despite her young age, she excelled in the use of various weaponry, and was assigned to the personal guard of the prince. But when the prince was attacked, she failed to protect him and set out to wander, carrying the stigma of this failure in her heart.

Heismay (voiced by Akio Ootsuka)

A former knight of the eugief tribe. He has acute perception compared to most others, due in part to the eugief trait of being sensitive to sound.

With an appearance that differs greatly from other tribes, it’s not uncommon for eugiefs to be discriminated against—and it seems Heismay is no exception, his past his own burden to bear.

■ Followers

Meet and bond with your followers.

■ Game Mechanics

Unique battles that combine action and turn-based commands. Party customization offering a high degree of freedom and strategy. An evolution of the realistic day-by-day journey of the Persona series.

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■ Staff

Director – Katsura Hashino (Shin Megami Tensei III: Nocturne, Persona 3, Persona 4, Persona 5)

Character Designer – Shigenori Soejima (Persona 3, Persona 4, Persona 5)

Composer – Shoji Meguro (Shin Megami Tensei III: Nocturne, Persona 3, Persona 4, Persona 5)

Concept Artist – Koda Kazuma (Notable Work: NieR:Automata)

Mechanical Designer – Ikuto Yamashita (Notable Work: Neon Genesis Evangelion)

■ Art and Sound

Journey through a vast and magnificent fantasy world. Explore the game alongside an intuitive and beautiful user interface that elevates the experience. Lend your ear to masterfully crafted music utilizing captivating unique chants.

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a-lone-echoviolet · 5 months

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Ok i was gonna finish this before posting any info but no one knows me enough and i dont have free time rn

Plus i really wanna talk about thiss

So i have an AU im working on called ‘Booktale’ (original wow)

I have a story planned out, character info and stuff but school and exhaustion keeps getting in the way

So instead of letting it collect dust like i normally let it do, imma show you guys some stuff about it!

Character designs and some general info! (that i was able to sketch out)✨

Here are the ones ive sketched out! I havent gotten to asgore , gaster or muffet yet tho :((

-Asterisk (frisk)

- ambrovert

- Gender fluid

- Soul is perseverance

- Best friends with chara

- Reads: fairlytales,mythical books,urban legends,and adventure books

-Character (chara)

- Introverted

- Gender fluid

- Soul was determination

- Best friends with frisk

- Their soul was put in a container before breaking completely

- Their determination was strong enough to keep them as a ghost that is stuck underground, only able to observe everyone go by with their lives without them

- Mostly a guide for frisk

-Symbolism(Flowey)

- Flowey is an Anemone flower, it symbolizes death

- Reads: ######s older logs, history(doesn’t read often)

- Knows about the multiverse theory but is unsure if it’s true

- Hes great at acting all sweet and nice

-Moral(Asriel)

- Extroverted

- Reads: kids books, fairytales, art books

- Always wanted to be a hero

-Exposition(toriel)

- Loves to cook and bake

- Favorite thing to bake: pies and cupcakes

- When exiting the ruins, instead of wanting to force you stay, she will test if you truly are strong enough to leave, to be on your own, and basically teaches you how to actually fight

- Despite being so kind and motherly <3 she can put up a good fight [if she needs to]

-Script(sans)

- ambrovert (hes ok with talking with everyone, but he is a bit ackward when making friends [mainly cuz hes both kinda excited and shy to meet people and doesn’t know what to say)

- Reads: science books, jokes books, ######’s old log books, fansty books (almost every type but mostly reads these types)

- Spars with papyrus, to both help paps train and to let sans get out of the house and use his magic more

- Works in the library

- Not as lazy as OG, rather is just more layed back and is actually willing to do physical work

- Makes puns and jokes but his favorite ones are definitely the ones about magic (and dark humor)

- Best friends with alphys

- He helps alphys in her work (and before, also ######)

- Knows about the multiverse and wants to travel through and know the different versions of him and others, and all the stories that are different from his

Plot (papyrus)

- Extrovert

- Reads: cook books, action books, Fantasy books and puzzelbooks

- despite sans not being as lazy as Classic, papyrus is more responsible in this AU

- Hes part of the royal gaurd! Being 2nd in command

- he acts before he really thinks, it has its pros and cons, being able to react fast to save anyone in danger

- Hes a great cook! and does cooking hang outs with undyne(undyne adding the fun and action while papyrus makes sure its edible and tastes good)

- His favorite thing to cook is lasagna

- He’s already quite popular and loved but it doesn’t matter so much to him, the love from his friends and bro are enough (tho he does love the attention)

-ellipsis (alphys)

- Shy ambrovert(shes ok with talking to a big public crowd, but talking one-on-one/ face-to-face, She gets real shy)

- She seems shy at first, but once you get to know her, she’s quite a chatterbox

- She knows how to be calm, collected, serious and calculated when needed

- She used to be friends with ######, because they used to be Co-workers (‘But who is ######? Ive always worked alone’)

- Reads: Manga, Romance novels, Science books, and ######’s old logs(for research)

-conflict(undyne)

- Ambrovert

- Leader of the royal guard

- She’s great at healing physical wounds and serious physical damages

- She’s a real smack talker (she can practically roast anyone if she so pleased)

- Even tho she’s good at trash talking, she’s just great with words in general( whether it be advice or confessingherfeelings)

- hiatus(napstablook)

- shy introvert

- He is a writer

- He never finishes any of his books (but he always leaves the end of every chapter open ended

- He enjoys writing angst and ventish books

- He’s anonymous online and no one knows him in real life

- He’s a well know and loved author (even if his books are unfinished)

Typewriter (mettaton)

- Genderfluid

- Extrovert

- Is a host of a talk show/interview show/drama show (they also are a news anchor)

- Their very protective over anyone close (especially alphys) and it takes a while to truly get on their good side

- They can be quite pushy when it comes to questions, even when the person seems uncomfortable (however they do back down after they’ve realized they pushed to far)

- You can catch them snooping around the lab for some ‘secrets’ (tho he could never find anything serious, just alphys’s anime collection of anime)

- He isn’t mean but he is quite cocky

(The ones I haven’t Designed yet)

-Rhyme (Muffet)

- Shy extrovert

- Mute by choice (tho whenever she does talk, she often rhymes)

- Reads: baking books, Anything with fluff, romance, fantasy, and horror

- She knows ASL

- Very sweet and friendly. however, can be hostile if you hurt spiders, her pet, anyone who is defenceless, or when needed

-ɱɪșșɪɳɠ fɪʟɝ(ɠɐȘ┳ɵʁ)

- extrovert

- A very smart guy with a great sense of humor (hes the one who got sans into puns)

- He knows ASL

- He used to be great friends with Asgore (and tori),Sans and alphys

- He isn’t a skeleton, he is actually more of blob of matter

- He can shape shift, however he cannot change his head or hands and he can’t change colors (so he stays white and black)

- Before he entered the Void, he took the shape of a tall slender human. Some mistook him for a skeleton because of his human like shape and white form. Tho when he entered the void it became harder to hold any shape other than a blob

-Resolution (king asgore)

*(i havent made any info on him just yet :(( )

#echo-violet rambles #violetdrawings #undertale #undertale au #Booktale #utmv #utmv au #utmv oc #another undertale au? omfg #undertale fandom #undertale alternate universe #it actually started because of an ink battle i saw on yt 6 years ago #it was just gonna me sans at first but it branched out #idk.. even if i flesh it out i feel like it will flop and i’ll just a a drop of water in the sea #its fun tho :)#i wanna have fun with you guyss😭😭#plss everyones AUs are so cool

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satoshi-mochida · 5 months

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Metaphor: ReFantazio launches in fall 2024

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Metaphor: ReFantazio will launch for PlayStation 5, Xbox Series, PlayStation 4, and PC via Steam and Microsoft Store in fall 2024, publisher ATLUS and developer Studio Zero announced.

Get the latest details below.

In the TGA trailer titled, “The Royal Tournament,” ATLUS announced that their highly anticipated fantasy RPG Metaphor: ReFantazio will launch in Fall 2024. The trailer features new gameplay scenes, an introduction to the story and fantasy setting, and notes members of the team:

Director – Katsura Hashino (Shin Megami Tensei III: Nocturne, Persona 3, Persona 4, Persona 5)

Character Designer – Shigenori Soejima (Persona 3, Persona 4, Persona 5)

Composer – Shoji Meguro (Shin Megami Tensei III: Nocturne, Persona 3, Persona 4, Persona 5)

Concept Artist – Koda Kazuma (Notable Work: NieR:Automata)

Mechanical Designer – Ikuto Yamashita (Notable Work: Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Additionally, ATLUS will host a special YouTube live broadcast in Japan (Japanese language only) for the game on December 11 at 8:30pm JST / 3:30am PST, that will feature guests from the Japanese VA cast including Natsuki Hanae as Protagonist, Sumire Morohoshi as Gallica, Kensho Ono as Strohl, and Saori Hayami as Hulkenberg.

Story

Our story takes place in The United Kingdom of Euchronia, where the assassination of the king brings chaos and unrest to the land. Then, one fateful day, a magic known only to the king called the Royal Magic is invoked, and the world becomes embroiled in a royal tournament for the throne. In the midst of this, the protagonist, together with his partner, the fairy Galica, must find a way to break the curse that has been placed on the prince that the kingdom believes to be dead. To do so, they depart on a journey across the vast land. They will discover that in order to achieve their goal, they must participate in the tournament for the throne, and this great task shall require them to ally with many friends and followers of the various tribes inhabiting the world.

Protagonist

Together with the fairy, Galica, he embarks on a journey to lift the deadly curse placed on his childhood friend, the prince of Euchronia. He is a boy of the elda tribe, branded as a “”tainted”” people by the state religion who believe they have inherited dangerous and heretical magic. Being so rare among the populous, they are detested and discriminated against throughout the kingdom.”

Gallica

Strohl

Hulkenberg

Heismay

A former knight of the eugief tribe. He has acute perception compared to most others, due in part to the eugief trait of being sensitive to sound. With an appearance that differs greatly from other tribes, it’s not uncommon for eugiefs to be discriminated against—and it seems Heismay is no exception, his past his own burden to bear.

New Concept Art

Journey through a vast and magnificent fantasy world. Explore the game alongside an intuitive and beautiful UI that elevates the experience. (Get an exciting sneak peek of the look of Metaphor: ReFantazio with new concept art pieces).

Watch the latest trailer below.

The Royal Tournament Trailer

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#Metaphor: ReFantazio #Atlus #Studio Zero #RPG #PS4 #PS5 #Xbox Series #Steam #Gematsu #Youtube

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kitchenisking · 1 year

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its Friday! im pretty sure that Christmas break has started so to everyone who's home snuggle in and enjoy some stories!😘

Batman Band-Aids by the_flawless_four - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 61186, sterek)

It wasn’t uncommon for Stiles to call Derek’s number, even if it was his old one and he never responded to any of his messages. But now Stiles can't stay, he needs to go. He's breaking, he's broken. Living in his house, driving his jeep, trying to save the town that's been beating him down for years with the death of his father over his head, he can't do it. He calls Derek, not thinking he'd actually get a response. But one way or another, Stiles is leaving.

Derek comes for Stiles when he calls.

Derek has been healing from his own loses, and now he's helping Stiles.

We Play In The Shadows by words_reign_here - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 40729, sterek)

"This is my dad, Stiles." Emeri said and patted his belly. Emeri did not know what personal space was. "This is my godfather, Scotty." She said and patted Scott next. "This is my godmother, Allison." Emeri lowered her voice, "She works with Pops. She's a deputy." Mr. Hale nodded seriously, his full attention on Emeri. "And this is Lydia. She let dad borrow her uterus for nine months. But she's not my mom. Well. Biologically she is, but she doesn't have the legal rights."

Stiles put a hand over his face and sighed.

I See You Better by theroguesgambit - (Rating: T, Words: 4686, sterek)

He dreams, sometimes, of his last moments of seeing.

At the church in Mexico, Stiles is blinded by a Berserker. Derek uses his new wolf status to act as a guide dog, while Stiles adjusts to his new reality.

'cause you gotta survive by jacyevans - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 17219, sterek)

Stiles is a master at pretending he’s fine when the opposite is true. On the cusp of a breakdown, he falls into a relationship—and in love—with Derek. An injury courtesy of Beacon Hill's monster-of-the-month and a heat of the moment confession force them to re-evaluate their entire lives, including their relationship with each other.

Stiles starts to build a new future, piece by painful piece. But that future isn’t complete without Derek.

My Alpha by IntoTheAbyssWeGo - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 14672, sterek)

He didn’t want this. Had never wanted it. He wasn’t supposed to be the alpha. It was all wrong and had been wrong right from the very moment he laid eyes on Kate fucking Argent. Unable to hold back a whimper at that thought, he clutched his arms more tightly around his head.

Stiles. Of course, it was Stiles. Stiles whom he had treated so horribly all of these years. Stiles who had gone from annoying and hyperactive and unbearable to funny and interesting and reliable. Stiles who never let him down. Stiles who always had a plan and could see the whole picture. Stiles who led everyone when Derek couldn’t. Stiles should’ve been the alpha.

Should've been his alpha.

Hot Boxing by Sam_Haine - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2613, sterek)

Derek fulfills Stiles' fantasy of getting fucked in the back of his older boyfriend's car.

A Princely Knight by Dexterous_Sinistrous - (Rating: Mature, Words: 25195, sterek)

He would stand by Stiles’ side, a constant shadow of protection until his death. A life for a life, one worth much more than an orphan turned thief turned royal guard could comprehend. In truth, Derek saw the one person he would gladly give his life for, because Stiles made this world better.

~*~ Or, Stiles is a prince and Derek is his knight.

Drunken Words I said Last Night by i_might_be_in_over_my_head - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2717, sterek)

Drunk Stiles was the funniest and most annoying thing at the same time. Funny because his almost nonexistent brain to mouth filter completely disappears and he loses all concept of person space. Annoying for the exact same reasons.

Derek was standing in the middle of his loft watching as Stiles danced to music he had brought along with him. He showed up at Derek’s loft about an hour ago with a bottle of whiskey and his portable speaker and announced they were having a drunken dance party.

From This Moment by SylvieW - (Rating: Mature, Words: 16711, sterek)

After discovering Derek is pregnant, Stiles offers to be his “Pregnancy Buddy.” On top of the usual difficulties of carrying a child, Stiles has to navigate Derek’s emotional turmoil from the traumatic event that conceived the baby, and his own feelings that he’s developing for Derek.

Love Story (Stiles' Version) by KaliopeShipsIt - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 6413, sterek)

"I got prego. Just like you wanted."

Stiles Stilinski receives a rather unexpected text. Questionable life choices ensue.

#stiles x derek #stiles stilinski #sterek #derek hale #fanfic #fanfiction #ficrec #kitcheniskingficrecs

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Fantasy Guide to Royal Children - Heirs and Spares

The lives of Princesses and Princes are of interest to most fantasy writers, it's where many of our heroes, side characters and antagonists hail from. But what is there life like? Is it always ballgrowns and servants? Or something more?

A Strict Order of Precedence

The first thing to know about royal children and siblings is that there's a very strict precedence of importance. Is it fair? No. But this is a system, it doesn't have to be fair. The heir comes first without argument. They are the most important child, they are always greeted first, they are the one to stand next to the monarch or their parents at occasions, they literally go first - and this doesn't change with age, if the heir is the youngest, they still have precedence over their siblings. After the heir, order of predence goes by age and the order effects the life of the children. For example, the older sister will marry begore any of her sisters. This order of deference will be so engrained in your character's life that they will believe it the norm and rarely question it, it probably won't spark any in-fighting.

Accommodation & Staff

Royal children are usually raised one of two ways. Either they are raised at court, in the same Palace as their parents or they are raised away from court under the care of trusted servants. Being raised away from their parents isn't a sign of remoteness or dislike or terrible parenting, it was a way of break a child into the constraints of royal life while giving them freedom of scrunity or danger. Usually these children are raised in the countryside for their health, as cities are usually cesspits for disease. Their parents would come to visit them or allow them to visit them at court. Children raised at court are raised with a higher level of scrunity and attention. They will be in the public eye.

Royal children will always be surrounded by staff. There will be nurses to wash and dress them, nannies to discipline and direct them, guards to protect them and usually, a guardian known as a governess to run their household and care for their needs. Staff are not allowed to hit royal children and must obey their commands. Some royal children were very close to their staff:

Kat Ashley and Elizabeth I

Baroness Lehzen and Queen Victoria

Klementy Grigorievich Nagorny and the Tsarevich Alexei Nikolaevich

Lala Bill and Prince John

However, some royal children faced neglect from their staff. George VI was abused by his nanny, who would pinch him during important occasions, openly favour his elder brother over him and deny him food, which many have been a cause of his speech impediment. After the Russian Revolution, another of the Tsarevich's nannies proved less loyal than the other. Andrei Yeremeyevich Derevenko abandoned his charge, but not before ordering the boy around and insulting him.

Day to Day Life

Royal children would be educated withing their home by tutors. They would usually take lessons all together (the heir may take other lessons). A royal child would recieve an education in languages, arithmetic, geography, etiquette, dancing, music, sports such as riding and literature. Sometimes they would even share lessons with the children of trusted nobles or their cousins. Only the heir will be taught statecraft and how to reign. There is no rhyme nor reason a spare would learn how to rule.

Some royal children are taught the value of their position. Many royal children will be raised strictly to adhere to their social standing and their place in it. Some children may be raised in isolation, kept from mingling and raised to think of themselves as higher than those around them. Some royal families preferred to raise their children as "normal" as possible. The last Romanov children slept in camp beds, with no pillows and we're expected to tidy their own rooms and help the servants. They didn't even use their proper titles, they were called by their names and given a tight monthly allowance to spend. Alexandra of Denmark and her sisters used to make their own clothes. Some royal children could even be encouraged to play with the children of servants and staff as well as nobility (Kolya Derevenko and Tsarevich Alexei Nikolaevich, Winifred Thomas and Prince John). Companionship was a great honour for noble and common child alike as sometimes, they would be invited to live or be educated alongside by the royal children.

Royal children will not undertake royal duties until they are of age. Younger children be be present for large scale events such as jubilees but would not be expected to partake in any duties themselves. When they are of age, they will usually be granted an annual allowance, be invited to social events, invited to be patrons of charities and participate in royal duties.

Heir Vs Spare

Heirs have more responsibility, all the prestige, more power but they have less freedom, less room to explore their own lives and be expected to always be the epitome of perfect. Heirs will be given responsibilities in government, sitting in on state meetings or undertaking state duties.

Spares have little in the way of real power but have the ability to live less regimental lives and gave more agency in their personal lives. Spares may act as ambassadors to other nations or undertake state visits on behalf of the monarchy or even take positions in the army. Spares are encouraged to find positions to support themselves outside the family, either in a marriage or undertaking some service to the country. Spares who stay in the country, tend to act as unofficial advisers to their sibling when they become monarch.

All Grown Up

When royal children grow up, there are usually certain expectations and limitations.

Heirs will be married quickly, the lineage must be secure. Heirs will usually marry either as part of a political alliance or marry somebody suitable - from a good family, the right background, and able to fit into a certain mould (i.e malleable, amiable and loyal). They will be expected to focus on the country, it's needs and support the monarch at all times. Their social circles will be scruntised, their every move will be noted and remarked upon. Heirs will never gave to worry about funding their lifestyle, the Crown is their job and it supports them.

Spares can marry or remain single if they choose, (but if the monarch instructs them go marry they must). Spares can travel, they can be idle, they can even persue amusements not permitted for the heir. Spares can win glory on the battlefield and mix with all sorts of people. That isn't to say spares are useless, spares often occupy very important spaces in society and government. Spares will usually take these positions not for just status but also for the pay. This is why spares are granted royal titles such as dukedoms (they can make money off the lands, be able to build a dynasty for themselves and their heirs and gain status).

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okay, this one is staying on tumblr as a wip because it is certainly not close to being a full story, but here is an intro to a millynai mermaid/fantasy au... (fully inspired and essentially cowritten by @noaafishfieldguide)

This is the story's prologue

The entire carpeted hall was empty, free of wandering eyes, and the guards normally stationed at her door were in the middle of switching their posts, which lent itself to be the opportunity Milly needed to escape.

Gently pushing on her bedroom door to catch a glimpse, the situation in the hallway was exactly as Milly had hoped.

Carefully slipping through the crack in her door, Milly walked as quickly as possible, without making a sound, following her often retraced path to the gardens. But tonight she didn't want to linger among the well trimmed hedges or the budding peony plants, despite how lovely they looked in the glow of the lantern light. What she needed was a walk on the bank of the river. Something as refreshing as that was certain to calm her racing mind.

Normally, she was permitted the freedom she desired to move freely from castle to town and to the surrounding area (and a particular cabin belonging to some beloved friends), but ever since the completely unsolicited announcement of her betrothal earlier that day, Milly had been kept under constant surveillance.

It was almost like they knew she would be upset at this particular decision.

She huffed in frustration as she picked up her pace, exiting the maze of a garden often tended by her mother (well, her and her team of royal gardeners) at almost sprinting speed. Violently snatching one of the pedestal lamps to help guide her way, Milly continued her march to the river.

"What do they expect after an announcement like that, one that they didn't even run by me," Milly said quietly to herself, the pent up irritation finally coming forth, "They could have at least spoken to me before announcing something so… so…"

Important? Life changing? Devastating?

A bit of guilt panged in her as she realized she really did consider the engagement to be quite devastating. It would alter the course of her entire life, and she wouldn't have a single say, because she was the youngest.

Following the simple worn path down its winding slope, Milly's feet finally came to a halt as she reached the water's edge. A majority of the enormous river that her kingdom was settled along required a dock or man made entrances for a person to safely reach the rushing water, but thankfully her ancestors had constructed the castle near a calm inlet. The water was easy to reach, the sediment was soft, and it was so cold. Milly appreciated the chill as she pulled off her shoes; it distracted her from other less pleasant elements of her life. Like an arranged marriage. To a stranger. Someone her brothers hadn't even decided on yet.

Uncommon anger flared in Milly’s chest.

Beginning what was intended to be a peaceful stroll, Milly's feet marched with more weight than necessary, splashing the freezing water beneath her and up onto her calves. The water probably reached the hem of her silk gown and petticoats, but she didn't have the mind to care about that now.

"Rude brothers who only care about winning the crown," Milly grumbled, "Dumb Royal Court that always sides with them," she kicked her skirt out of the way, "And stupid foreign nations that always need appeasing."

Just trying to rid herself of the annoyance that buzzed around her, Milly stomped hard, water flying and her lantern swinging in her hands. As it waved in the air, the light caught on something that was much brighter than sand; something metallic. It was still a few yards away, and she was amazed her light even reached that far. Perhaps the item itself was glowing, calling out to her from the water's edge.

Curiosity got the better of her (though, she probably would have approached without the additional curiosity anyway) and Milly moved in closer. Lifting the lantern even higher to let the light cast further, her heart sank when she recognized the outline of a person.

"Oh, oh my…" Milly whispered, bunching up her skirts with one hand and rushing over to the body settled in the sand. She flung her shoes to the side and knelt down before the man. The light of her lamp was more ambient than she wished. She had hoped to get a better view, but she didn't need to see the person to know they needed her help; the darkened, wet splotches in the sand now lit by the moon and her light were evidence enough.

After gently nestling the lamp in the soft ground, Milly checked for breathing beneath his nose.

Nothing.

Panic struck her heart, afraid that she was already too late, but the body was still warm to the touch. She placed a hand on the man's bare chest, feeling for movement and searching for any signs of life.

It was there, just barely, but he was breathing. The soft rise and fall of his chest was barely perceptible. A gentle heart beat snuck through as well: weak but persistent.

Putting all of her hope and faith into her skills, Milly began a simple incantation, hoping she remembered all the elements correctly. Whispering the correct words (because words were always the easiest for Milly to remember) she watched as a faint pink glow formed around the man, revealing him more fully. Specifically, the identifiable glimmer of his dagger-like earring. Milly gasped.

"His Majesty…" she whispered, and the pressure to heal him increased tenfold.

Glancing down his frame– now outlined and shimmering– Milly had missed a crucial piece of evidence: the King was still in his mermaid form. If he hadn't automatically changed into his bipedal form yet, then his arrival on the beach must have been just before she found him. The thought brought a bit of relief to Milly's spinning mind and gave her the hope she wasn't too late.

Continuing her work, Milly refocused her mind on the spell. Thankfully, her short little incantation had worked, and King Nai made a small groaning sound.

Keeping her voice hushed, Milly spoke, "Don't try to strain yourself. I can't see your wounds, but they seem bad."

Completely ignoring her sound logic as the pink glow faded away, the King’s eyes could be seen opening in the dim light. As soon as their gaze met, Milly felt a shift in the air. It was similar to the feeling in Meryl’s home whenever she completed a new potion: magic had been expended.

Carefully looking back at his lower half, she noticed the lack of scales on his hips and quickly turned back to his face, deeming it a more appropriate target.

The King’s eyes were weary, hardly focusing on anything. Milly noted that they glowed as well; a pale blue color that wasn't as common on the surface

"Your Majesty," Milly said with firmness in her tone.

Those lolling eyes finally locked on her. Then, his brows pulled together.

"Princess?" he croaked.

And then, in the poor light of her lantern, she watched his eyes roll back in his head, the King once again losing consciousness.

"Ack!" She exclaimed involuntarily, "Your Majesty!"

Milly Thompson was a princess, and she knew when and where to behave. She knew which spoon and fork to used for which salad and soup. She knew how to address the Court and draw up proposals. She even knew the ins and outs of their current political minefield.

What she did not know was first aid.

Laying both hands on his chest (something she swore she heard was for reanimating an unconscious person when magic wasn't readily available), Milly pushed down hard on the King’s sternum and she heard a grizzly snap.

Another thing that Milly did not know was her own strength.

Immediately pulling her hands away, Milly clasped them against her chest. Half in part because she didn't want to hurt the King any further, and half because the King had woken up again, except this time he was screaming at her.

He gasped the moment whatever in his chest had snapped, "What are you doing?!" He yelled, then groaned while placing a hand over his ribs. He dragged dark blood along his bare, pristine skin, "I wasn't dead, you idiot. You don't perform compressions when the person's heart is still beating."

His eyes were sharp and critical, directing all of his anger at her, and Milly was having a hard time not shrinking beneath his intensity. It helped that he was still struggling to look at her, his gaze moving in and out of focus with each labored breath.

"You…" he took in a jagged breath, then hissed out his sentence, "You stupid… princess…"

The mermaid King let out one final curse, then slumped back down in the sand.

Despite the name calling, frustration, and outright rudeness, Milly knew she couldn't leave this man– this king– to die on the banks of her river, so Milly decided quickly on her next course of action and began undoing the lacing at her back.

Once it was loose enough, Milly stood and slipped the dress off then opened it as wide as possible. Thankfully, she had chosen a dress with a billowing circle skirt that would wrap the man well enough.

Bending down to the unconscious mermaid, Milly covered him in the pink silk, swaddled it around his naked form, and hoisted him into her arms. He was lighter than she expected a full grown man (fish?) to be, but perhaps that was another aspect of not knowing one's own strength. His head lolled onto her shoulder, thankfully, saving Milly from trying to readjust him by herself.

Quickly, she noticed the slick feeling of blood leaking onto her arms and chills crawled along her skin. She recognized again the weight of the situation and began her brisk walk– barefoot– back to the palace.

#trigun rareship week #trigun #trigun fic #fic #trigun fanfiction #millynai #millyons #millyknives #Milly Thompson #millions knives #mermaid au #undine au #squid is forever the inspiration for this btw

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A Newbie Guide to Tanking

HALO~

I make this guide in the hopes that it helps out new players to Final Fantasy XIV, as the in game tutorial is um, bad. (-｡-;

I also included a general etiquette guide, because when it comes to working with other players, a lot of these things you don't pick up unless someone tells it to you.

Suggestions welcome! However, remember that this is meant to be a general beginners guide, so I'm not likely going to add in anything that's specific to a single /dungeon/raid/boss and such.

Everything under the cut!

Basic Tanking and How it Works

Part 1: How to Pull

As the Tank it's your job to make everything in the room hate you the most! That way they punch your extremely durable face instead of everyone else's more squishy ones!

You do this by creating what the game calls "Enmity", aka the stat of creating enemy aggression, or "Aggro". There are three steps in which the Tank must do this.

PUT YOUR STANCE ON Your stance is the thing that makes the bad guys turn their heads and go "Oh! You're a mother fucker!". You will generate enmity just by having it on. This is called a different thing depending on your job: Defiance [WAR], Iron Will [PLD], Royal Guard [GNB], and Grit [DRK]. You click it once to put the stance on, click it again to turn the stance off [there are a few instances you may need it to be off, they will be explained later]. It's important to put this on because if it's not, no matter how much you attack, other players WILL take aggro and get hurt.

USE AN ENMITY GENERATING SKILL Unlike some other MMOs your mere presence does not make the enemies incensed enough to fully ignore your party members, you must encourage them to hate you and only you! You can do this in a couple ways. There is the Provoke skill, which has the longest range. All Tanks also have a ranged skill which works similarly to Provoke but slightly closer distance and slightly less enmity, Tomahawk [WAR], Shield Lob [PLD], Lightning Shot [GNB], and Unmend [DRK]. [While they are fun and look cool, none of the skills that rush the enemies actually generate enmity] Using one of these once is enough to piss off a group or a boss.

ALWAYS BE ATTACKING Enemies in this game are drawn to the player doing that are doing two things at once: generating the most enmity & doing the most damage. This is important to remember! Because even if you have your stance on and you use an enmity skill, if you are not also attacking with all your might, the enemies will think you are all talk and start attacking your DPS/Healers instead! If you are fighting a group of enemies [and that is more often the case] make sure you are using attacks that are going to hit multiple enemies at once. These are called Area of Effect or AOE skills.

NOW THAT YOU HAVE DONE ALL THAT-look at the names of the enemies. There should be a little red square next to them, indicating that they are focused on and attacking you. If they are not, don't panic! A few things could have happened:

You might have just missed one

Your Healer used a Regen skill as you were engaging, and enemies just hate that.

Your DPS is doing some bonkers damage to start pulling enmity, good for them!

Regardless of the why, you can either use an enmity generating skill, or just hit them really hard a few times, and they'll be pissed off enough to turn around and hit you instead!

[and for reference, green circle means they are not focused on you at all, and yellow triangle means that your face is beginning to look punch-able!]

Part 2: Managing your Damage

OK, now everyone in the room wants you dead more than they want your DPS/Healers dead. Excellent! Now you move to Step two: STAY ON YOUR FEET. You are made to take all the blows from the enemy and laugh at them! It's time for MITIGATIONS.

All Tanks have several mitigation skills [or "mits"] that they can use to either reduce the damage they take from enemies, reduce the amount of damage their enemies are doing, or temporarily negate damage altogether [only one of these per Tank Job].

Ideally you want to be spacing these skills out, rather than using them all at once. These skills have a longer recharge time [or Cool Down] than your attacking skills, so if you use a bunch, you will more than likely end up halfway through the fight with nothing to shield you but the Healers skills and the speed of your DPS. ALSO, mitigations have a soft cap, that is to say, the game will only allow you to negate so much damage at one time. So at most you can use 2 of these skills at once while still effectively negating damage, anything past that goes to waste.

Now there are too many mitigation skills to go through all of them individually [most are unique to their Tank Job], I encourage you to read all your skill descriptions and get familiar with them. But I will touch on a couple Role ones and the full damage negation ones.

Reprisal: Great for groups and bosses, it will reduce the damage enemies do to your party

Arm's Length: This is not advertised as a mitigation from it's description, but it is in fact quite helpful for large pulls. Because every enemy that hits you [physically] will have their actions slowed by 20%, which means less time hitting you, and more time for the Healer to do their work.

The full damage negation mitigations are great! But a couple of them can be risky to use, and require your healer to be paying attention. They also have very long Cool Downs, so they're meant to be used sparingly.

[PLD] Hallowed Ground: You're impervious for 10 seconds, have fun.

[WAR] Holmgang: You will still take damage, but cannot be taken down past 1 HP for 10 seconds, and also root the targeted enemy in place.

[GNB] Superbolide: This will negate all damage for 10 seconds, BUT it will also take you down to 1 HP.

[DRK] Living Dead: You will still take damage, but your enemies cannot take you down past 1 HP for 10 seconds. HOWEVER, if while using this mit you would have been killed by your enemies, your Healer now has to heal an amount of points equal to your HP points in a limited amount of time, or you die. So say your HP is 5000, and you use Living Dead, and you would have "died" while using it, the Healer now has you heal you for at least 5000 points [within 10 seconds], or you die .

Some tanks like to use simple macros that announce when they are using the Superbolide and Living Dead mits in particular, to give their Healers a heads up. This is up to player preference.

Every so often a boss will decide they've had enough of you kicking them in the shins and will try to get you in one blow. This is called a Tank Buster and will be indicated by a red targeting marker on you [red circles around your character and a red arrow pointing down on them] coupled with a progress bar. Stay calm! So long as you have a mitigation to use when you see it coming, everything will be fine. The Healer will know to be watching your health. Some will of course hit harder than others though, so if you're worried or low on health use 2 mits to be safe!

Part 3: Stunning Enemies & Interrupting Attacks

Now you've got the enemy right where you want them and you're weathering their blows- but oh no! They're preparing to attack the party anyways! It's a huge AOE too. What do you do? You give them the finger and then kick them in the balls! [partly true, most of the time.]

Most enemies in the game have both an auto-attack, and attacks that can be stopped in some fashion by specific skills. There are two different ways to stop an attack, you can use a skill that will Stun the enemy [Tanks and Melee DPS], OR you can Interrupt it [Tanks and Ranged DPS]. Stun and Interrupt are not interchangeable in their use.

So! How can you tell which attacks can be stopped by players? They are the attacks that have a progress bar, showing the enemy has to charge them up before they are actually used. The normal progress bar indicates an attack that can be stopped by Stunning the enemy. For Tanks this is the Low Blow skill [also the Shield Bash skill for PLD]. The flashing progress bar indicates that the attack can be Interrupted. For Tanks this is the Interject skill.

Keep in mind that both these types of skills will also have longer cool downs, so you cannot spam them. This means sometimes you might have to be strategic about when you use them, as some attacks will be more dangerous or troublesome than others. HOWEVER, not all enemies can be stunned, and enemies that can be stunned will become impervious to it after a few uses. You cannot stun bosses period.

You And Your Healer

You may be the biggest baddest person in the room now, but you are not a one man show, and you certainly cannot stay alive without your Healer! Your mitigations can only do just that-mitigate, in the end you have to rely on the Healer to help keep you standing.

You and the Healer are partners in this system. You have to make sure that if you are going, they are following close behind. If you decide to pull a ton of enemies around the corner, your Healer now has to run around that corner first before their spells can effect you.

Most Healers are going to assume you will run and grab all the enemies you can, but if you're finding that you and your Healer are struggling to keep the party alive, you need to tone down your pulls! If the Healer tells you that they are new, or straight up asks you not to full-pull, be considerate of that! Remember, while they have their eyes on you often, they are charged with keeping the whole party alive too! Literally in their case lol

General Tank Etiquette

Dungeons & General Tips

As the Tank it is your job to protect the party and make sure you are the only one taking damage. This also means you set the pace, and lead the group into every battle. This is because it is much easier to pull enemies to you if you are the first thing they see, and are the first to attack. Most players will follow your lead and wait to attack after you have done so. Mostly. So! It's good to remember that your comfort level is important. Go at the pace you feel works for you, let people know you are new if you are worried. Most other players are understanding of this! Many are willing to explain mechanics even!

Additionally since you are the leader, most players will expect you to run in first and generally to keep running until you've decided you've gathered all the enemies you feel like pulling. But! Don't leave your party in the dust. You need you DPS to kill all the things you pulled and your Healer to keep your ass alive X'D

Remember to check that your stance is on before you run in! Most times when you enter a dungeon or a raid its turned off at the start, even if you had it on when you were in the field.

Also, while not a hard rule it's generally advised not to do big pulls in early dungeons anyways [like, Lv 40 or under]. This is mostly to do with the amount of enemies in some areas versus your mitigation options and your Healers healing options. Often at this stage there is simply not enough of these to go around between you and your Healer, and a big pull can sometimes result in a party wipe.

Whether engaging a group of enemies or a boss, common courtesy is to run through the enemy and tank them from the other side [or if you're out in the field, attack from the opposite side of the other players]. This rotates the enemy so that they face you and not the rest of the party, making it so no one else is caught in the majority of enemy attacks. [You do not prevent damage from happening to others by standing in front of them, so attacks can go through you and hit other players, this is called Cleave]

Generally speaking it is also best to keep enemies in one place and facing the same direction as best you can. This makes it easier for the DPS to do their job [especially if they are using casting skills] and easier for the Healer to keep track of you.

Many of the melee DPS have a thing usually referred to as Positionals, meaning they do more damage if they strike enemies from the flank or from the rear. When possible it is good to position bosses so that they can do this, and reposition bosses out of harmful terrain for the melee DPS to strike without harm to themselves.

Speaking of that, do not stand in bad things or perfectly dodge-able attacks! You might be the Tank, but you don't need to tax your Healer while you're at it. They have to worry about other people too! One last note on movement and control of enemies: generally speaking it is also best to grab all the enemies you feel comfortable with and then stay put until all of them are dead, rather than pull a group and kill some and moving to the next one. It might seem like you are saving time by advancing slowly, but in actuality you are making everything harder for everyone else. This is because this forces all the other players to stop and start their actions constantly, which is bad. Why? Because now your melee DPS are having to chase after enemies they are trying to kill [meaning they are only hitting them half the time], and your DPS casters/Healers basically cannot do anything until the party stops again [because they have to stand still for 95% of their actions]. In the end it it more effective to stay until all the enemies are dead!

When it comes to the Limit Break [or LB], you as the Tank will almost never need to touch this button. The Limit Break is usually something the DPS will use to make a big attack on the boss, or in the case of a boss/raid not going well, the Healers can use a Limit Break Three/LB3 [when you have three full Limit Break bars] to revive the entire party. Thus far in the core game encounters, there are only a couple specific cases that utilize the Tank LB 3, and that will not occur until the ShadowBringers Expansion.

Provoke is not part of your attack rotation! If you have used an Enmity skill once in the fight, especially if you opened with it, you will not have to use it again to keep the enemy on you. While using Provoke consistently is not a big deal if you are the sole Tank, it is a bad habit to get into, as it will become a problem in situations where there are multiple Tanks.

Raids

In a Raid, be it a 8-player one [Normal Raid] or a 24-player one [Alliance Raid], you are not the only Tank on the field, making things slightly confusing and sometimes chaotic lol

When you are all facing mobs of enemies, all Tanks should have their stance on to ensure none of the Healers or DPS get hurt. Sometimes the mobs are spaced far apart when you find them, and its easier when Tanks work together to bring them in. Sometimes you may notice your Enmity being pulled, it is [hopefully] the other Tanks.

When you are facing bosses, generally the first Tank to put on their stance and engage the boss is now the Main Tank:

If that is you, cool! Have fun tanking boss!

If that is not you, DO NOT turn your stance on and try to provoke the boss away from the other Tank. That is rude. Keep your Stance off so you don't draw Enmity, you are now the Off-Tank and play the part of a beefy DPS.

If you are an Off-Tank, DO NOT stand next to the Main Tank to attack the boss. This makes you vulnerable to being Cleaved from boss attacks and unnecessarily overtaxes your Healers. Off-Tanks need to be attacking from the flank or the rear with the other DPS.

Main Tank is the Main Tank until they die.

Off-Tanks, if inclined, can help bring any extra enemies that appear on the field to the Main Tank so they do not have to move the boss around. This is helpful to the group because they can now attack all enemies together at the same time, rather than in small pockets. In this case it's okay to Stance On to get the enemies and then Stance Off so the Main Tank can take them.

IF the Main Tank dies for whatever reason, [one of] the Off-Tank[s] must put their Stance on and take control of the boss, they are now the Main Tank.

Some raids will also require Tanks to switch control of the boss off to each other, require Off-Tanks to manage their own mechanics or assist the Main Tank in some way, or even make all Tanks have to position themselves away from the group to take three-pronged Tank Busters that can cleave others! Raids are very diverse so it's a matter of learning the fights. There are many online guides for dungeons and raids you can use for this!

NOW GO! PROTECCA YOUR FRIENDS AND ATTACKA YOUR FOES!! >:3

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Secrets Chapter 4: Threats

Series: Secrets

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake, Leo x Madeline

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: mature themes

Word Count: 1,383

A/N: I really think this one will be wrapped up with chapter 6, which is already half written. (Chapter 5 is done pending proofing and will be up later today or tomorrow).

My other stuff: Master List.

Another interminable ball. He used to hate them. Now, he looked forward to watching her. He didn’t care where he was, as long as she was there.

He’d spent the entirety of this one trying to discern who her lover was. Watching her was his job, no one batted an eye at where his attention was focused. Not that anyone paid any attention to what he did or even acknowledged the existence of any of the guards scattered around the room. They were invisible. He didn’t mind. It made it easier to do his job. He didn’t want to interact with most of the people in the room anyway.

Leo was an exception. Liam was an exception. They were practically family. There were a few other members of the aristocracy that he found tolerable, barely.

He had mixed feelings about Leo now. Leo was married to Riley, but not because he wanted to be. Riley would have never even come into his life if it hadn’t been for the arranged marriage, so he couldn’t resent Leo for it. He was fairly certain they hadn’t even slept together, at least not in a long while. She had her own room, she never went to his, he never came to hers, and he certainly wasn’t who she was sneaking out to meet on a regular basis.

But who was?

He watched her interactions with every man she came into contact with, hoping for clues.

He watched as Liam spun her around the room. She’d already danced with Leo, Constantine, Maxwell, Rashad, Tariq and few members of the French delegation this ball was in honor of. Nothing in her demeanor had betrayed anything beyond polite, sometimes bored, interest in any of them. He didn’t know how her feet didn’t hurt. Maybe she’d want him to rub them later, they must hurt, that was a lot of dancing. In heels. Strappy, shimmery, heels. Heels that encased her perfectly pedicured toes, heels that showcased her toned and tanned legs. Legs that flashed and peeked from the slit in her floor length gown as she twirled.

And that dress. That dress hugged every curve perfectly, accentuating her round, firm ass, and left her back bare. His fingers twitched as his eyes tracked up her back; he could practically feel the perfect buttery softness of her skin under his hands.

He was pulled out of his fantasies as another entitled noble approached her.

“Mind if I cut in?”

“Actually, I do.” Liam said, his annoyance barely concealed, “Surely you can wait for the next waltz.”

The man stiffened but smiled, a fake, insincere smile, “Certainly, Your Majesty.”

Liam pulled her back into his arms as the man walked away, his hand sliding down her lower back and stopping a fraction of an inch on this side of propriety.

Drake’s eyes narrowed as he watched them.

Liam whispered something in her ear. Her laugh was real. The smile the spread across Liam’s face at her laughter was real too.

Liam was a funny guy, polite, respectful. It might mean nothing. Everyone liked him. He was likable. How likable?

The dance ended and the other man was back to claim her before she had a chance to leave the floor. She was definitely going to need a foot rub after this. She gave Liam a regretful smile as she let herself be led back onto the floor.

“Neville Vancouer, pleased to make your acquaintance.” He introduced himself.

“Riley Rys.”

“I know who you are,” He told her as he guided her around the dance floor, “everyone knows who you are.”

He made pointless small talk as her eyes roamed the ballroom. She caught Drake’s eye, and a genuine smile curved her lips up.

Drake’s insides warmed.

He watched as her smile was replaced with a frown. He moved closer, trying to discern what the problem was.

“It’s not a secret that your husband is otherwise…entertained tonight. Perhaps I could offer you similar diversions?” Neville offered.

“I’m not sure what you’re insinuating but I’m faithful to my husband.” Riley lied.

“You don’t know what you’re missing.” He said as he pulled her body tight against his. Too tight.

She put her hands on his chest as she tried to push away, “Let go!”

Liam appeared at her side, “I believe the lady asked you to let go.”

Neville released his grip and took a step back, hands up, “I promise, I meant no-“

Neville suddenly disappeared as he was jerked backwards away from her. She jumped, startled. Liam’s arm went around her, “Are you ok?”

She nodded as her eyes tracked Neville being drug unceremoniously from the ballroom by Drake.

Out in the hallway, Neville found himself pressed up against a wall, Drake’s forearm digging into his chest, pinning him to it.

“Let…go….of…..me!” Neville gaped as he tried to twist out of the bigger man’s grasp.

“Not until we get one thing clear.” Drake’s voice held a steely edge Neville had never heard before.

“What?”

“No means no, dickweed. And that woman is going to be your queen, have some fucking respect!”

“I….meant….no disrespect! I just…”

Drake leaned in, pressing Neville harder into the wall, making it harder for him to breath, “I don’t care what you meant. You don’t touch her again. Do you understand? In fact, you don’t so much as talk to her again, or I will make sure they never find your body! Do you understand?”

Neville nodded and Drake stepped away, releasing him to slide down the wall, gasping for air.

Drake turned on his heel, leaving the nobleman on the ground, and returned to the ballroom. His eyes found Riley quickly. She was seated at a table chatting with several ladies of the court as she twirled a champagne flute between her fingers. He caught her eye, and she gave him a brief smile and nod.

His eyes scanned the room for Liam and found him dancing with the wife of the French ambassador. Because he danced with everyone at these events. It was the whole point.

He settled back against the wall of the ballroom, keeping watch from a distance.

Two hours later, Drake handed responsibility for the princess over to the next shift. He was technically off duty, but he had no desire to leave the ballroom until she did. He ordered a whiskey at the bar and took a seat next to Liam, “Tired of dancing?”

“Yes!” He laughed, “You’re lucky you never have to do it.”

“Hm.” Drake sipped his drink thinking about just how much he’d like to wrap his arms around one particular dance partner.

Liam’s thoughts were centered on the same woman. If he could dance with her all night, he’d do it, but protocol demanded he mingle and network, and propriety dictated that he never seem too interested in his brother’s wife. Out loud he said, “So, where have you been lately? We missed you at the poker game.”

“Just been a little busier than usual. Dealing with some…stuff. Nothing to worry about. I’ll take your money next week.” He didn’t mention that the stuff he was dealing with was his own obsession with his charge.

Drake paused, drink halfway to his lips as he spotted something over the rim of his glass that made his blood boil. Riley, on the other side of the ballroom, being manhandled by Neville, again. Leo was nowhere to be found. Fucking useless as always.

Liam’s eyes followed Drake’s. Both men were on their feet, but her current guard had it handled.

“Fucker.” Drake muttered under his breath.

“I’ll make sure he’s not on the guest list for any more palace events.” Liam’s jaw ticked.

“That’s good.” But it wasn’t just palace events that were at issue, was it? Neville Vancouer was everywhere in Cordonian society. Liam couldn’t ban him from everything.

Liam’s body shifted as he changed the subject, not wanting to seem too interested in his sister in law, “You hungry? Want to go raid the kitchens with me?”

“No thanks. I have something I need to take care of. Another time?” He threw the rest of his drink back and slammed the glass down on the bar.

“Sure.” Liam responded as he watched Drake follow Neville out of the ballroom.

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