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kayxleeee · 3 years

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Loki Laufeyson: Fatuous Love (Loki x Reader)

Warning: SMUT 18+ finger, oral.

A/N: I have PT2 and bait of pt 3, but idk if I’ll end up posting them.

Summary: Loki just wants to make you forget the fate that you can not escape.

Word Count: 2k+

*NOT MY IMAGE* Do not copy my work

“Do not speak of this again! I do not want to hear another word about this foolishness, (Y/n)!” Your father yelled at you sternly dismissing the complicated conversation at hand. “You will not behave this way when we are guest in this palace. How dare you act like such a child under the same awing as your future king!?”

You were the soon to be Queen of Asgard, set to marry the prince, Thor son of Odin, god of thunder and future king of Asgard. Any woman would be overly joyed to be in your shoes, but you personally could not stand the thought. It was an unchangeable fate that you could not bare, so for about the one-hundredth time you plead and beg your father to let you out of the arrangement.

“But father, I do not love him!” You cry out in frustration.

“THEN YOU WILL LEARN! This is berserk and if you ask me you are ungrateful and are no better than his fatuous brother! I will not tolerate this one more second!”He narrows his eyes and stares you down as if testing you to speak again. When you don’t, he storms out of your room slamming the door so hard you were sure the kingdom could hear its echo.

Unfortunately for you, you were in love with the wrong Allfather child. Loki was the one thing that you could not resist, your forbidden fruit if you will. He was not supposed to be yours, and you were not supposed to be his because it has been written in prophesy. Even when the three of you were children playing in the garden under the sun, you only had eyes for the mischievous one. It seemed that everyone in your family knew your fascination of the dark hair boy and it only grew fonder as you aged. Although the fascination was known, the extents of your relationship was oblivious to them all, even Thor. As adults, your relationship soon blossomed into more than just lust or want, but it became more of love and an urgent need to be around him. This feeling is why you fought so hard to get out of this arrangement with Odin Allfather, which ended with you marrying his first born son.

Loki was the most incredible being you had ever come to know. Arrogant? Yes. Mischievous? Absolutely. Selfish? Sometimes… But also in the same breath he was loving, with the most beautiful soul. For some reason he has always had a soft spot for you, even when he hated everyone else. He has always put you first, even before the two of you were romantically involved and he would do anything in his power to try and please you.

You angrily finish getting ready for bed, slipping your hair into a silk wrap and letting your night gown loosely flow against your skin. You get into your nicely made bed turning off the lamp that sat on your bedside table. You lay in the darkness of the room, over your soft sheets, wishing there was a way to get out of this marriage. You then see your door push ajar slowly as the light from the hallway illuminates the bedroom. The shine of the light quickly goes away as the door closes, just as it was opened.

“Fatuous?” You hear his familiar voice fill the silence of the room as he walks in. Your heart swells at the sound of his voice and butterflies filled the pit of your stomach. This is how he made you feel on a daily basis, just by being in his ever lasting presence. “He believes I am Fatuous.” He scoffs. “I may be many things, but I am without a doubt, unquestionably not Fatuous.” He chuckles slightly as he makes his way onto your bed.

“Loki, my love!” You smile ear to ear reaching your hands out to him as he climbed beside you, engulfing you into a warm embrace, his soft sleeping garments brushing against your skin. “I have not seen you all day.” You pout.

“That is because you have been busy all day, with my idiotic brother.” He reminds you. “Although I am fond of your father, I thought he would never leave.” He says referring to the argument he overheard. “And I am not fatuous.”

“I know my love.” Is all you say as the two of you lay there quietly in each other’s embrace enjoying every moment of it. The warmth of each other and the rhythms of your breath was all you needed to feel close to him. “I love you…” You mumble breaking the silence. “And I’m sorry this is set in the prophecy”

“You say this every time we meet.”

“Because I am— it makes this venture so much more miserable.”

He sighs loudly shaking his head, “Please, we can speak of it another time. Tonight we shall just enjoy each other.” He smiled as he places a kiss to your temple.

You wished it could only be that easy. He did not understand that the time was winding down quickly and in a few short months you would be marrying Thor, and all of this would have to end, regardless of how either of you felt.

“But of course,” He speaks again as he switches his position slightly, “that won’t stop you from worrying will it?” He lets out a small chuckle to himself, already knowing your mind is going around in unusual circles.

“Of course you know me.” You let out a slight giggle as he runs his hands over your sides, the pads of his finger tips tickling you as he caressed.

“Well, what if I said I have a remedy.” He coos smoothly, mischief in his voice.

His hands begin to travel down the side of your curves, outlining every inch that he could over your night gown. He slides it up slowly as he begins to caress your hips with one hand and make his way down the shape of your thigh with the other. His fingers sneakily pads to the inner of your thigh, sliding in between pressing them apart slightly and you shift your position so that you are laying on your back instead of your side.

“Loki…” You say in a low voice.

“Yes?” He says inching away from you and positioning himself in between your legs. “Remember when we first met each others acquaintance? Meek children I suppose, enjoyed sweet treats and childs play. Now look at us, adults with weakness in each other. You are my weakness, my dear.”

You lay there with your legs spread apart, giving him access as he continues to trail his finger down your thighs and then back up. He grips each thigh in either hand as a smirk played against his lip. He takes his hand raising up your night gown completely exposing the dark black color of your satin underwear. He rubs his hand over your covered core, causing your breath to hitch into your throat.

“Loki.” His name falls from your mouth again, this time in a desperate whisper as the feeling of need is building up in your core. “What are you doing?”

“Whatever you would like me to be doing your highness?” This came out in a low growl, sending chills over you. He continues his hand movements on your covered pussy.

“We shouldn’t.” You bite down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from letting out any type of moan.

“What would you like me to be doing (Y/n)?” He repeats himself now tugging at your underwear. “Live a little my pet, nothing will change our fait, we might as well enjoy our time together. Even if this is the last night I every intention to pretend that you are all mine. Oh my beauty, there’s no need for you to feel sorry for yourself, when I can help you forget.” He smirks.

“I want you to help me forget.” You follow his words.

“Then that shall be what I do.” He says confidently as he places kisses down your inner thigh, leading them to your core. His confidence and skill was what aroused you quickly as you felt his hot breath. His tongue delicately rolls over your clit, his skillful rolls making you wet almost immedietly. He massages the inside of your thigh as he continues to lap his tongue over your pussy.

“You are so beautiful.” He marvels lifting your thighs over his shoulders for better access. “And all mine.”

He skillfully connects his entire mouth to the fabric open mouth kissing and rolling his tongue all over your parts. You moan at the new sensation of him hiking up your undergarments causing friction against your clit as he soaks them with his mouth.

Loki pulls away only to pull off your now soaking wet underwear “Look at you, so beautiful.” He admires you again helping you out of them and then going back down to get back to work, this time sloppier.

In no time you are a moaning mess. He laps his tongue around your clit down to your entrance, over and over again. Your moans get progressively louder as he continues the movements of his tongue causing a sloshing noise from the wetness.

“Ohhh.” Is all you could manage out as you grip his dark hair and barrie his face deeper into your pussy. “Don’t stop.” You moan breathlessly, the noises from your wetness enough to make you cum.

He lets out a growl into your core, the vibrations sending you into over drive. As you run your fingers through his hair you arch your back bucking your hips, needing him to keep going. He removes his mouth pushing your hips down, grounding you down to the bed as he slipped a finger into your wet folds. You throw your head back has he adds another, moaning all types of profanity.

“Listen to me (Y/n), while you marry my brother, I want you to remember how I’m making you feel in this moment. All wet for me not him.” He says maliciously. “Who’s making you feel so good?” He asked this while gliding his thumb over your clit fast as he thrust his fingers into you hitting that sweet spot that makes your toes curl.

“I’m so close Loki! My love I’m so close…” You moan louder as you roll your hips, grinding on to his fingers as they fuck you.

Loki thrusts is fingers into you faster, meeting your grinds while hitting your g spot. You felt the familiar warm feeling spreads from the bundle of nerves that is your clit to the pit of your belly as you began to cum over his hands.

After you come down from your high, he finds his way back up to you lying next to you as you shift positions to lay on his chest.

“You're too good to me and I can’t live without you.” You say feeling the warmth of his body as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. “But we can’t keep doing this.”

“I think we can.” He chuckles to himself. “They all are incompetent, so I think we can manage our time.” He says rubbing small circles onto your back. “ They hardly even notice you’re involved with someone who isn’t their beloved prince. “ Loki sighs.

“There is no way for me to get out of it.” You relax in his embrace and trace the lines of the sleeping garment he has on. “It will be a sad lonely life of being Thor Odisons wife.”

“Listen to me,” His voice is now more serious. “... you need not to worry about that because it most certainly won’t be a sad lonely life. You will have me (Y/n), and I will not be going anywhere.” He kisses your head. “I most certainly do not say this quite enough, but I love you .”

You sighed. You knew his words were kind, but there was no point in pretending this wasn’t pointless. The only thing that was fatuous, was loving someone and not having them completely. Love is the fatuous one.

“I love you too” You finally mumble before closing your eyes ready to drift off to sleep as he continues rubbing soothing circles around your back.

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gnocchighoul · 4 years

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The boys (+undateables?) reactions when they discover MC is actually a vampire?

....so I’m a dingus and didn’t realize that this was also for the undateables and just wrote it for the brothers, my bad 😅 Part two maybe? 👀

WARNING: as this is about vampires, it’s a little bit morbid. I strayed away from being too graphic, but y’know. Vampires. There’s death and blood and such.

Enjoy! :D

Lucifer

In hindsight, he really should have figured it out on his own.

But it’s not like he’s been around enough humans lately to know what Normal human behavior is.

So he just kinda took your... quirks at face value.

So what if you’re far too comfortable with the Devildom’s constant state of nighttime? Solomon doesn’t seem to mind it either, so maybe humans are just more nocturnal now.

And perhaps your Very Strong aversion to garlic is a little odd, but Mammon wouldn't eat it either for the first 600 years of his life, so it’s not that weird.

You’re also not phased by constantly being surrounded by demons and monsters, which is a little strange, but maybe you’re just like the ancient greeks. A monster fucker.

You feeling right at home in the Devildom is auspicious for the exchange program, so he doesn’t bother dwelling on it.

Though maybe he does find it a little bit weird when you really insist that he start drinking cranberry juice.

(It’s just for health benefits of course, totally has nothing to do with you prepping your next meal)

So what, you may ask, triggers his big lightbulb moment?

You fall off the roof.

And you just get right back up.

Now he knows that humans aren’t supposed to be THAT durable, so he stops you from scaling the side of the fucking house with your bare hands, and very eloquently asks you, “What the fuck?”

You shake him off. “What? Mammon and I are playing roof-ball.”

Lucifer stares. “You fell. I saw how hard you hit the ground. You should be dead.”

You laugh. “Dead? Just from a little fall like that? Are you serio-ohhh wait. You don’t know, do you?”

You give him your biggest, cheesiest grin and—oh.

Fangs.

...And now he understands why you want him to drink cranberry juice.

Mammon

You are, by far, the weirdest human he’s ever met.

Which is saying something, because Solomon is literally just a few blocks away.

Seriously, despite camping out in your room nearly every single night, Mammon has never seen you sleep, he’s pretty fucking sure that sometimes you don’t even breathe, you won’t step foot into the House of Lamentation unless someone invites you in, and who the hell hates garlic that much??

But you’ve also expressed your intense dislike for crosses, so he supposes that you’re not unredeemable.

Just weird.

But it’s incredibly annoying how you wont sleep. Your tossin’ and turnin’ is killing him, why the fuck can’t you just settle down? You need to just put your DDD down and sleep already, dammit.

He sits up, ready to tear you a new one—and pauses.

“Um,” his voice is high, somewhat uncertain, and your eyes snap over to look at him. “Why are you looking at coffins for sale?”

You sigh, a bit wistfully. “I just can’t stand sleeping in a bed anymore. I didn’t want to be rude, so I really did try, but it's been a couple hundred years since I last had one and it’s just murder on my back. I think I’m gonna just have to get a coffin. They’re so much more comfortable.”

Briefly, Mammon considers running.

Instead, he says, “What the fuck?”

You quirk an eyebrow at him. “You do know I’m a vampire, right?”

...What the fuck—

Mammon lays back down—crosses his arms over his chest with a huff and pretends that he isn’t totally freaked the fuck out. “‘Course I do, don’t be stupid. Now go to sleep already.”

So that he can escape before you try to eat him.

“Mammon,” you sing, leaning over the bed to loom over him. He swallows hard—can’t look away from your sharp, toothy grin.

You coo, “I can hear the scared little pitter patter of your heart, darling.”

He squeaks.

Levi

Honestly, Levi is so so happy to have another irl friend who’s into video games that he looks past your strangeness.

You like to stay indoors and play games!! That’s something he has in common with you that his brothers don’t, and that’s all that matters!

...Though he does find it a little weird how sometimes you just kinda sniff him.

The first dozen times he nearly had a heart attack, and when he asked why you were doing it, he Really wasn't expecting you to shrug and say “I dunno, you just smell tasty”

Seriously. Tasty? Are you Beel or something, what’s that supposed to mean?!

He’s not entirely sure why you’re a bit of a shut in gamer though, because despite your, ah, quirks, you’re still so much cooler than he is, so what’s the deal with that?

When he asks, you just shrug and say, “Old habits die hard, I guess. Real sunshine hurts, but virtual doesn’t, so I just got kinda used to living through games and staying indoors.”

“Oh.” Levi’s a bit surprised, but sympathetic. “So, you sunburn easily?”

He’s not entirely sure why you’re laughing now, since that wasn’t a joke. He was just trying to be friendly :(

But then you hug him and he’s too flustered to be offended anymore jndcks

So, when does it finally click for Levi that you’re a vampire?

You guys are having a game night in his room.

He accidentally takes a sip of your caprisun and realizes, very quickly, that it is not the refreshing juice of a caprisun pouch.

He throws up a little bit.

And screams.

And maybe blacks out for a few seconds.

But when he finally calms down and lets you explain, he’s pretty damn enchanted, because this is just like Help, My Roommate Is A Vampire And I Didn’t Know Until A Vampire-Hunter Mistook Me For Them And Attacked Me!! :D

Satan

Satan considers himself to be somewhat of a detective, y’know. His brain is just filled to the brim with Big Smarts

Naturally, he puts that jelly thicc thought tank of his to good use and realizes very quickly that you aren’t totally human.

At first, he isn’t totally sure what you are.

And then a coffin gets delivered to the house, which upon seeing you cheer “Oh sweet, my new bed!!” aaaand he puts the pieces together.

You become somewhat of a case study to him. You’re the first vampire he’s ever encountered and he just wants to know everything and anything about your life.

He’s so intrigued by you.

But you frustrate him SO much.

He wants to know about how you were turned!! It’s not like he has any other vampires that he can ask about their experience!! And you fucking tell him a different story every day!!

“A cat jumped over my deceased body!”

“I was stabbed and the wound wasn’t treated with boiling water!”

“On a dark and stormy night, I came across a palace and the owner, a hospitable gentleman, let me take refuge there. But then, I quickly realized that I was actually a hostage, and when I tried to escape, that fucker turned me!”

“Nobody put an obolus in my mouth to pay the toll of the Styx, so Charon the ferryman sent me back! What a great guy.”

“A chupacabra bit me!”

Needless to say, he considers breaking the wooden leg off one of the dining room chairs and stabbing you with it, but the lecture he would get from Lucifer just isn’t worth the effort.

He’s gonna pull the truth out of you one of these days.

Asmo

“My my, darling, what sharp teeth you have~” Asmo purrs, lifting a finger to brush against them, doe-eyes wide and curious. “The better to eat me with, hopefully?”

You smile. “Something like that.”

And you fuckin’ bite his finger.

His scream is fantastic. If you actually draw blood next time, maybe he’ll even shatter the windows!

He swats your leg sharply with a silk folding fan and cries, “What if you had broken my skin!? Do you have any idea how much time and effort goes into maintaining this soft, supple skin?! What’s wrong with you, you psychopath?”

“Don’t hit me,” you pout, scooting away from him. “I couldn’t help it! You just smell so sweet and I haven’t had any blood in a while, so—”

“Huh?” Asmo blinks, looking a bit confused. Then recovers far too quickly and waggles his eyebrows at you. “Oh, so that’s what you’re into! What a pleasant surprise~”

You thunk him on the back of the head. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to tease a vampire?”

Asmo’s grin could rival the sun.

“A vampire?! Well why didn’t you say so sooner?”

He’s already taking off his shirt.

“Get over here already and take a bite out of me~”

Beel

When he finds out that you’re a vampire, his first thought is to worry over if you can eat normal food or not.

He’s very relieved when you tell him that you can, so long as you’ve had enough blood, but that garlic is a very big no-no.

Naturally, you two bond over how both of you never quite feel full.

It’s not uncommon for the other house members to find you two laying face down on the floor, tummies rumbling, whining about how you’re staaaaarving

You carry around snacks for him, and Beel makes sure that you’ve always got access to blood (whether that means stashing blood bags, letting you feed from him, or a combo of both ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

He’s probably going to be the least weirded out by your ~undead tendencies~

Honestly, he’s a bit relieved by how strong you are. The last thing he ever wants to do is hurt you or see you get hurt, and it gives him peace of mind when he realizes that you’re actually pretty durable!

But it does give him a fucking heart attack the first time he sees you yeet yourself out a second story window to crush poor, poor unassuming Mammon.

He also really loves how your body temperature naturally runs cold. He’s a space heater, you’re an icicle—it just works. Snuggle time is good :)

He totally compares the size of your incisors with his jkdcnkj

He just thinks you’re really neat!!!

But he is very sympathetic about how you cant eat good garlic bread :(

Belphie

Listen.

We all know this emo boy is a vampire fucker, probably even more so than Asmo.

(He read Twilight. He saw all the movies. He had merch.)

(Fuck Edward and Jacob though, he was Team Alice all the way.)

(If he can stay awake long enough, he reads really shitty vampire romance novels.)

He just thinks vampires are hot, okay? He can’t help that his soul longs to be a vampire fucker.

Just accept it into your heart. Belphie already has.

So needless to say, he’s THRILLED when he finds out that you’re a vampire. He tries to play it cool though and pretends that he isn’t immediately trying to jump your bones dfghjkjh

He overheard you telling Satan that you got bitten by a Chupacabra, and they’re known for going after cows right?

He is a cowboy, y’know, guess you’re just gonna have to go to him now when you’re thirsty, y’know, since you were bitten by a Chupacabra. it just makes sense, really ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(No it doesn’t)

(But let’s be real, are you gonna pass up the chance to snuggle the shit out of him AND get a snack out of it? No. No you’re not.)

(He totally makes you arm wrestle Beel to recreate the “Iconic” twilight scene with Emmett and Bella.)

(When he realizes that you’re strong, he’s gonna make you give him piggyback rides, just like Edward and Bella :) and no he doesn’t care how ridiculous you both look)

#gnocchicanons #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me hc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #swd obey me #obey me

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edenwritessomething · 3 years

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im gonna slurp your hair up like spaghetti if ya dont tell me more bout robyn (threat)

ngl my hair is in a very slurpable mood rn it's so fluffy :D

uhh anyway nvm that. robyn <3 why does my mind blank out whenever i get asked a question

random fun fact: Robyn's name was originally Rose, but i felt that didn't convey her personality properly. in addition to that i realized that a major character and one of her closest friends is called Jack, so that wasn't gonna work out. not Jack and Rose. i present to you me realizing this life-changing realization (ignore the spelling mistake, i was shooketh to the core):

speaking of her name, it's not a coincidence that both 'rose' and 'robyn' start with 'r'. i knew her initials had to be RT, cus that stands for something, namely 'Reader of Tarots'. this easter egg with the initials applies to all characters of KoS except for Steve and Jack, but their names have a different significance. you can try it lmao

a quote to make up for my inability to think of things to say

Jack put his elbow on the table and leaned his head on his palm. His eyes were on Robyn’s billowing shirt. “I’d like to have my shirt and trousers back by the end of this,” he said.

She looked up from the cards but continued mixing. “No. I like them. I’ll give you a couple of shillings off your debt for them.”

ohhh i realized i talk loads about her having worked for the king and queen, but i never elaborated, so here we go. so basically the four kingdoms are getting closer to a war (Kingdom of Spades and Kingdom of Clubs against the Kingdom of Diamonds and Kingdom of Hearts). Because of this and the poverty her family lives in, Robyn flees from the Kingdom of Clubs to the Kingdom of Spades. There, the King and Queen are testing out 'new technologies', basically making potions that are supposed to help their solideirs in war and unhelp the opposing soldiers. Of course there need to be people working in this area, and Robyn is one of the people hired. As part of this, she is taught how to make a whole bunch of potions and starts making up her own recipes. She can't write at this point, so she just draws the recipes in a secret journal. Until she meets her soon-to-be-girlfriend (through her job). The gf teaches her to write so Robyn can write her recipes instead of having to draw of them.

Through the job she also meets Jack, but not like meet meet. They see each other, but they don't actually get to know each other. This whole potionery thing is illegal outside the palace by the way, so anyone who is in posession of uncertified magic herbs is considered a criminal.

During her work, which includes experiments on vermin, an experiment on two rats goes horrendously wrong (this also triggers the whole story, but anyway). Because of this, the King and Queen decide to do closer checks on their workers and they find out that Robyn is a) storing herbs for her personal use and b) plotting against the monarchy, making her a wanted criminal. She manages to escape before her execution date and starts living in the slums. She starts her tarot reading business to earn a little money and starts picking magic herbs from the woods for herself, then making potions with the help of her recipe book. She sells these on the black market.

During a trip to the black market, Robyn sees Jack and recognizes him, except this time they actually talk. They get closer and become best friends.

oh and cosmos was literally just picked up from the streets lol. robyn saw she was injured and healed her with the magic herbs, then let her go again, but the kitty got injured soon after and came to robyn's house on her own accord. after that robyn just decided to adopt her.

#writers of tumblr #oc #tumblr writers #tumblr writing community #writer #writerblr #writing ocs #original character #writer blog #robyn #kingdom of spades

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ga-yuu · 3 years

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'Lust of lovers in the summer' Story Event~Morinaga Route

(It's hot again today....)

I walk in the sunshine, wiping the sweat off my face.

But despite the heat, joyful voices could be heard from all over the town.

Merchant 1: "It's almost the summer festival, isn't it? Morinaga-san and his friends are going to do something, aren't they? Have you heard the details?"

Merchant 2: "No, not at all. But it’ll be fun with that man leading the way."

Merchant 3: "Yes. I wonder, what's in store for us?"

(As expected of Morinaga-san..... Everyone is hyped.)

In order to liven up the town of Kamakura, which is suffering from the extreme heat, the samurai of Kamakura decided to hold a summer festival.

Morinaga-san was appointed by Yoritomo-sama to take charge of this.

He is now working with his men in one part of the town to prepare for the festival.

(I can only help by bringing some refreshments, but I hope the festival is a success.)

....................

(Oh, I think this is the workshop.)

It looks like they have just stepped out onto the back of the stage, which is being assembled.

Yoshino: "Um, hello. I've brought you some----"

Morinaga: "Oh hey, Yoshino. Come here."

(Ha!!!..... Half-naked Morinaga-san!)

His exposed, water-soaked upper body is a sight to behold.

Morinaga: "Oh, sorry about this. I was just taking a dip in the water because I was sweating at work."

Morinaga-san approached me looking like that.

Yoshino: "Erm....where are the others?"

Morinaga: "We decided to take a break a while ago."

Yoshino: "Um, Morinaga-san...if you could...wear your kimono back on...?"

Morinaga: "Why? You have already seen me like this last night. Are still embarrassed? No wait,.....You're embarrassed because you saw me like this last night, isn't it?"

Morinaga-san bent down lightly and looked into my eyes, and my cheeks heated up.

Yoshino: "Nn..Don't tease me....."

Morinaga: "Sorry, I must have hit the nail on the head."

Morinaga-san's smile deepens as I look away, unable to bear my embarrassment.

Morinaga: "You're so cute."

He looked at me with his sweet, lechery eyes and my heart clenched.

(But....I'm at the mercy of Morinaga-san all the time.)

I have only recently fallen in love with him, and I am swept away by the little antics of the more mature Morinaga-san.

Morinaga: "There's nothing wrong in having a shy face, but it's lonely when you look away so much."

Taking both my hands, Morinaga-san let me hook them around his neck, wondering what I was thinking.

(Wh-Whaa...this position?)

Morinaga: "You looked me right in the eye last night, didn't you? It was lovely to see you begging for it, .....but I don't think I'll see it again today."

Yoshino: "Mm...."

A thick-skinned finger flicked my lips, causing a slight sensation of pleasure.

Morinaga-san's face comes to me as if he was enjoying seeing me blushing....

We kissed,....a soft tongue crept through the opening to gently pamper my mouth.

Yoshino: "Hmm....ah..."

Morinaga: "At last a voice that sounds familiar..."

(Mm....I don't know, but it's like he's trying to revive the last night's memories...)

Morinaga-san embraces my waist with his big hands and melts me with his mouth.

In between, his hands start to trace my legs from my waist, reminding me of how he touched me last night.

From my toes to my head, I felt a sweet sensation that sent shivers down my spine.

Yoshino: "Haa.....No, Morinaga-san. Someone...might see us...."

Morinaga: "How can I stop, when you make that lovely face? You're such a sly, first, you make that face, and then you won't even let me play."

Yoshino: "What do....you mean by 'play'?"

Morinaga: "Play with you, of course."

Yoshino: "No. Not now....!"

I shouted and pressed the package against his chest and Morinaga-san chuckled.

Yoshino: "Are you teasing me....?"

Morinaga: "No,..... it's just that you're so comfortable with me that I got carried away."

(.....Mm)

A gentle but dangerous flame of greed burned in his eyes, which were drawn back by a pleasant smile.

As soon as I realized this, we kissed again.

Samurai 1: "Morinaga-sama! We're back!"

(.....!?)

Samurai 1: "Huh, I don't see Morinaga-sama."

Samurai 2: "Maybe he had gone somewhere?"

(Everyone is back....!)

A voice from the other side of the stage made me instantly impatient.

They are nice people who are happy to see us together, but there is no way I can show them this.

Yoshino: "Morinaga-san, they are all here. Let go now...."

I try to pull away, but the hand on my hip doesn't budge.

Morinaga: "Heh, are you sure you wanna go in front of other men with that face?"

Yoshino: "Mm....."

The back of his fingers brushed my cheek, kindling another sweet tingle.

Morinaga: "Teary eyes, blushing face.... I'm the only one allowed to see you like this. Isn't that right?"

Yoshino: ".....Y-Yes..."

Morinaga: "Yeah, good girl."

Satisfied with my reply, Morinaga-san comes closer and rubs the tip of our noses together....

When I had my fill of hidden kisses, the package I had to deliver was gently taken away.

Morinaga: "I'll deliver this. If they see you right now, I'll be jealous. Thank you, and be careful on your way back."

Yoshino: "Ah....."

(---Let's run.)

Even my breath is hot and I feel a little embarrassed again.

(Alas! What a sly person.......... who only makes me throb.)

.................

One day after that-----

Merchant 1: "Did you hear? There's going to be a big raffle at the festival, and everyone gets to draw once."

(Heh, I see.)

I came to the town to sell medicine and listened to the voices I heard.

But then----

Merchant 1: "And the raffle! The first prize is the right to have one wish granted by Morinaga-sama."

(Ehh?)

Merchant 2: "Is that so? Well, then we'll have our roof repaired."

Kids: "We want Morinaga-san to play with us!"

Merchant 3: "Hmmm, maybe I'll have a lesson in the art of gambling then."

(Hehe. There are many kinds of wishes.)

I smile as people talk happily about the festival.

Woman: "Really!, then, that I should invite Morinaga-sama on a date."

(....!?)

Merchant 1: "Well, maybe you will surely get your way with him! Now we'll all be participating in the raffle anyway!"

(No no no no.....whaa?)

I could no longer listen to their excited laughter with any sense of calm.

(Is it possible that Morinaga-san will go on a date with other women....?)

....................

Morinaga: "Ohhh, so I'm the prize. I've been a winner but never been a prize before."

Yoshino: "What do you mean, you didn't know?"

When I asked him about it after returning to the Imperial Palace, he gave me a very relaxed response.

Kagetoki: "You're very popular with people. It's going to be a lot of fun, isn't it?"

Morinaga: "I'm not sure if that was your idea, Kagetoki, I don't mind, though. But at the very least, you should have informed me about this. Yoritomo-sama, entrust this to me, you know?"

Kagetoki: "It's not going to change anything. It's up to you to make it happen."

Morinaga: "That's true."

As Morinaga-san pondered this, my concern deepened.

(.....I'm sure it's a good event, as the aim is to provide fun for the people of the town.)

(But what if Morinaga-san goes on to date with the person who drew the first prize...!)

...................

After Morinaga-san and Kagetoki-san had gone, I gave a small shrug of my shoulders.

(I don't want Morinaga-san to go on a date with....any other woman.)

Shigehira: "Yoshino-san, what are you doing here?"

Yoshino: "! Shigehira-kun."

When I expressed my concerns to Shigehira-kun, who said he would listen to me, he looked at me in dismay.

Shigehira: "Oh, dear! That's what you're worried about?"

Yoshino: "Yeah!"

Shigehira: "It's certainly possible that a woman with such hopes could win first prize."

(Mmmmm....)

Shigehira: "But I don't think he's going to take it very well with you around. I think you should talk to him directly, not me."

Shigehira: "----You guys are in love, right?"

Yoshino: "....! Thank you, Shigehira-kun."

(It's nice to have straightforward encouragement at a time like this.)

(Okay. Let's talk to Morinaga-san about this later.)

.................

But Morinaga-san was always busy, and time went by without him having a chance.

(Hmmm, what to do....)

The day before the festival, I was returning from the city to the palace with a troubled mind.

(Oh, I can hear some voices....)

(Morinaga-san must be rehearsing for his festival.)

I stopped to look around and a shrine happened to catch my eye.

(I'm not sure if I'll be able to see him today... can I ask God for help?)

I put my hands together, closed my eyes, and breathe.

(I have one wish....-----)

(May I win the first prize in tomorrow’s raffle!)

Morinaga: "You look very serious. Is something bothering you?"

Yoshino: "Ah, Morinaga-san.....!?"

Morinaga: "Hey. It's been a while since I've seen our face properly."

I looked up at the familiar voice and saw Morinaga-san standing right next to me.

Yoshino: "What are you doing here? I thought you were practicing?"

Morinaga: "Right. We were just about to wrap up. I was just about to join you. But what's wrong with you? It seems like you're asking God for help."

(Okay....there's no better opportunity than now.)

Yoshino: "Morinaga-san, I have something to talk about. Can I have some of your time?"

Morinaga: "Talk? About what?"

Yoshino: "If it's a bother then----"

Morinaga: "Not at all. You're always welcome to talk to me. Then come to my house tonight. It's been a while since we've spent any time together."

Yoshino: "Yes....!"

(I only got my promise. Thank you god.)

.........

Thus, I was invited to visit Morinaga-san in his room....

I went to the house at a time when the practice would be over and was immediately shown into Morinaga-san's room.

(Hmm. I don't think he's home yet....)

I relaxed my shoulders and looked around.

As I was wondering how I was going to start the conversation----

I heard someone's footsteps walking towards me.

Morinaga: "Here you are. Have I kept you waiting long?"

(Ah.....!)

Yoshino: "No, I just arrived...."

No sooner had I said this than Morinaga-san sat down in front of me.

Morinaga: "Come here."

(Ehh!)

He lifts me up by my waist and placed me on his lap.

Morinaga: "What do you wanna talk about? Let me hear it."

(Like this....!?)

This position, straddling on Morinaga-san's lap and resting my weight on them is too embarrassing.

But the hands that pulled me down to my waist wouldn’t allow me to move away.

Morinaga: "I'm getting a bit tired after all the work we've been doing for the festival. It wouldn't hurt to get a little energy from my own little girl for a night, would it?"

(That's a little.....)

My heart fluttered as I realized that the eyes staring at me had long since reached a fever pitch.

Morinaga: "Hey, can I kiss you?"

Yoshino: "....... Yes."

His slightly rough, masculine lips press softly against mine.

(Mm.....)

I haven't had the sensation of a moist, repeated kiss for days.

The feeling makes us breathless, and we lose ourselves in each other.

(Oh, my hands....)

I felt a gentle nudge of the leg that had been straddling my thigh, and the pit of my stomach slowly....melted.

The finger that entered through the hem of the kimono traced up my inner thigh as if it had seen through it.

(Ah-----no!)

I wondered at his hand, which had stopped just before touching my fragile part, and met his eyes, which narrowed happily.

Morinaga: "...I think I'd better go on from here after I've heard all your troubles. What's the matter?"

(Ngh....)

Yoshino: "Not fair....Morinaga-san..."

(You stopped it on purpose....!)

I looked at Morinaga-san, in tears and he smiles back at me.

Morinaga: "Don't get me wrong. You see, if I don't ask you now, I won't have the chance to ask later."

(Hm...Mm....)

The hand that had been touching my waist, started stroking lovingly, and I couldn't help but rock my hips unintentionally.

Yoshino: "This is....embarrassing..."

Morinaga: "Well then...

(Oh, I'm still at his mercy....)

Embarrassed, I finally gave up.

I started talking about how I was worried after hearing that anyone could be the winner in the raffle, and the winner could ask on a date with Morinaga-san.

I also revealed that I asked God to let me win the first prize.

Morinaga: "You're really cute."

Yoshino:"...Don't laugh."

Morinaga: "I'm not teasing you. I'm just really happy."

Morinaga-san stroked my cheek and my eyes softened....

Morinaga: "But Yoshino, in such case, you should turn to me, not to God. Because it's my job, not anyone's, to grant your request."

(Morinaga-san....)

Morinaga: "And don't worry. If someone asks me to do something like that, I'll let him off with a no. I know it's a bit unfair, but I'm not saying I'll not do anything. I've already got the most important woman in the world, it's only natural, right?"

(Nn....)

The sweetness of his voice as he says it gently makes my heart tighten.

Yoshino: "So I'm the only one who can go out with Morinaga-an, right....?"

Morinaga: "Of course. And going on a date... You're the only person I'd want to do these kinds of things with."

I repeated his words in a low voice and hugged Morinaga-san, tightly.

(That's great.... I told Morinaga-san and in no time I had nothing but happy feelings.)

Morinaga: "...Did I reassure you a little?"

Yoshino: "Yes, thank you! This way, even if I don't win the first prize I won't be jealous of anyone else. Maybe I won't even have to draw lots at all."

Morinaga: "You're of those people who lives in Kamakura, so you have the right to draw. The pride of the Kamakura Shogunate, it's the best thing that's happened all summer. Come and try it for yourself."

Yoshino: "Sure. I'll try it to test out my luck."

I replied with a smile-- and Morinaga-san suddenly looked into my eyes.

Morinaga: "....Yoshino. What do you want me to do if you win the first prize? What's your wish?"

Yoshino: "Well....I'd like to enjoy our time together. Morinaga-san, you're always surrounded by so many people. So I will ask you to let me have you all to myself."

Morinaga-san laughed aloud.

Morinaga: "I hope you’ll really wish that when you win."

...............

On the day of the festival---

(Wow, what a busy street.)

The town, decorated with festive decorations, was crowded with spectators.

On a special stage, Morinaga-san and his friends were just finishing their performance.

Samurai 1: "Ah! Morinaga-sama, Yoshino-san is here."

Yoshino: "Morinaga-san, Thank you for your hard work."

Morinaga: "Yeah.....!"

Looking back at him, Morinaga-san's eyes widened and then he immediately smiled.

Morinaga: "My god, you tied your hair up today. It's nice and cool. It suits you. Oh, by the way, did you draw the raffle? It's about to close."

Yoshino: "About that...."

Samurai 2: "You're just in time. Go on, take one."

When I picked up one from the raffle boxes offered to me, I was a little nervous.

(But I'm fine.)

I looked up at Morinaga-san and his kind, narrowed eyes reassured me.

Samurai 1: “Um.... Actually, we’re sorry.”

Yoshino: “Huh? What for?”

Surprised by the sudden apology, a few of the people swept their eyes apologetically.

Samurai 1: “We were there when Morinaga-sama was planned to be the first prize for the raffle.”

Samurai 2: “Later we realized that if a woman who liked Morinaga-sama drew the first prize, what would she wish for.... You guys have just recently started dating, and we should have stopped them.”

Samurai 3: “But this one time we couldn’t. But we support Morinaga-sama and Yoshino-san from the bottom of our hearts!”

(Eh)

Standing next to me, Morinaga-san laughs out loud,

Morinaga: “Thank you for worrying about me. But that’s okay. I’ve already talked to Yoshino about it, right?”

Yoshino: “Yes!”

Samurai: “! What.....”

Morinaga-san and I chuckled, though we apologized for the puzzled looks on everyone’s faces.

Morinaga: “Well, I’d better get ready for the result announcement. Will you come to see the results?”

Yoshino: “Yes! I want to see if I win the first prize!”

Morinaga: “I’m looking forward to it too. Win the first prize and keep me to yourself.”

As the sun went down, the excitement of the festival covered the town of Kamakura.

Morinaga: “Well, here we go! It’s time for the Kamakura summer lottery, which our main attraction.”

(Finally....!)

The festival site was the most exciting place of the day.

Thanks to the support of the Shogunate, the prizes are all very generous.

(We all want to be challenged, don’t we?)

Many people who have won the raffle were happy with their prizes, while some were disappointed.

The tension and excitement grew with each successive announcement of the third and second prizes.

Morinaga: “And now, for the most awaited one! The first prize! I’ll grant the person who wins first prize, one wish. You can ask me any favor you want...-----”

Premium END // Epilogue

I loved it! I loved every bit of this story. So who do you think will win? Will it be Yoshino? or some random woman? or a kid? or Yoritomo-sama?.....you’re all free to guess.

#ikemen series #ikemen genjiden #ikemen genjiden morinaga #otome #cybird #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #ikemen series story event

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magicianapprenticelyra · 3 years

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Day XVII: Studying (Chandra)

Timeline: Nadia's Upright Ending; June

“Lyra?” Nadia steps out from behind her divider, tying the sash of her robe off into a pretty knot. “Lyra, are you here?”

No answer . . . that’s odd.

Nadia’s eyebrows furrow. She goes toward the bed they shared. Seeing that it was empty, she turns around, surveying the bedroom.

“My love, are you in here?”

Silence.

Immediately, Nadia gets dressed. She calls for Portia, telling her hurriedly to “Grab a few other palace staff to come and help me find her!”

Before leaving her quarters, the Prakran princess opened the door of her Contemplation Tower, asking for Chandra to join the search as well. The pearlescent owl screeches in the affirmative, taking off toward an open window at the top of the spire.

Once Nadia leaves her room, Portia rushes to keep pace with her. “We’ll find her, milady!” she reassures, handing the Countess a lamp.

When everyone is gathered, Nadia lists the places where Lyra could be: The Palace Library, the gardens, etc. Last ditch attempt would be either be her shop in Center City, or her uncle’s home in the Temple District. Directions given, the group breaks off into small search parties, calling for the future Consort to the Countess.

As Nadia calls out Lyra’s name into the night, her mind goes back to what happened earlier on in the evening.

The dinner with the Ambassador of Venterre was a disaster. Lyra had accidentally insulted the woman, which Nadia had to quickly tamp down lest Venterre withdraw their trade agreements with Vesuvia.

At the end of the night, the Ambassador forgave Lyra’s slip of the tongue. That was the most important thing.

Lyra had rushed to their shared chambers immediately after the Ambassador left the dining room. After stripping down to a loose tunic and sleeping shorts, Lyra hopped into bed.

Nadia had some late-night reading to do in preparation for some paperwork. Said paperwork was to be finished by tomorrow night and mailed off to the intended recipients after being signed.

She was wrong to assume that Lyra would not have slipped out on her own. When severely stressed, as previously explained to other staff members, Lyra would walk off her anxieties. It could’ve taken anywhere from an hour to three hour stints before Lyra would return. The younger woman usually told Nadia when she was going out to do so . . . but tonight was the first time she didn’t.

The Countess is drawn out of her thoughts when she hears the fountain in the hedge maze. Hiking up her skirt, Nadia traverses each bend of the area until she reaches her destination.

Raising her lamp, Nadia squints in the darkness.

Illuminated before her, Lyra is lying flat on the rim of the fountain. Her eyes are pointed to the stars above. Considering how lifeless Lyra looks, if it weren’t for the fact the young woman was sniffling, Nadia would’ve feared the worst.

“Lyra!” Nadia exhales, relieved. This gets her fiancée’s attention. Swinging her legs out to the side, Lyra sits up. She stands, wobbly, and meekly approaches Nadia.

Once she’s am arm’s length away, Nadia draws Lyra in for a hug. The Countess presses her nose and lips to the top of Lyra’s head, sighing softly.

“Come on. Let us go back inside,” Nadia recommends. Numbly, Lyra nods. Arms crossed over her chest, hugging herself, Lyra follows Nadi back to the palace.

⁂ ⁂ ⁂

Once the search parties are told that Lyra’s been found, Nadia thanks them for their hard work. Before they could disperse, the Countess also notes she’ll make sure they would all get monetary compensation for the late night call. Having Portia write down all their names, Nadia dismisses them.

As she returns to her shared quarters, Lyra is sitting on the floor in a small pile of blankets and pillows. She’s pulled a blanket up and over herself, looking like she was a small hooded figure.

Nadia’s expression becomes concerned, approaching quietly. In a low voice, she asks, “Lyra, may I sit next to you?”

Her fiancée nods, scooting to allow Nadia to sit down beside her.

It’s quiet for a bit. Before long, Lyra is anxiously fidgeting. With this, Nadia knows that she’s fit to burst into tears.

“Lyra, did you leave because of what transpired at dinner?“ Nadia gently reaches out to Ly, offering the former her hand.

Under her cocoon of a blanket, Lyra unfurls a hand. As she grasps Nadia’s hand, the Countess lifts it to her lips.

Lyra watches, rapt as Nadia presses a gentle kiss to the top of it.

That breaks the dam, and she begins to cry.

“Ohhh Lyra . . .” Nadia exhales, pulling her into her arms. Lyra sobs into her chest, clinging to her like a limpet.

It comes out in a blubbering stream: Lyra’s intended compliment to the Ambassador’s brooch in Venterra turned into a dramatic insult when she messed up the pronunciation.

“Ididn’tmeantoitwasreallypretty—!”

“I know, I know,” Nadia soothes, gently smoothing her hand over Lyra’s head.

“I-I practiced saying it with you! I don’t understand how I messed up the accent!“

Nadia rests her chin over Lyra’s head, thinking. “You have been anxious about the meeting for the past few days, my love,“ Nadia points out. “Your stress might have exhausted you . . .”

Lyra groans, rubbing her face with her free hand, “I’m just happy you helped to smooth it over . . .”

“You’re still new to all of this,” Nadia reminds. “While she did react negatively to you for the mistake, I do not think she should have yelled and insulted you with wild abandon.”

“Mm . . .” Lyra nods, sniffling.

“We’ll practice some more another day,” Nadia tucks an errant strand of Lyra’s hair behind her ear. “For now, lets get to bed . . . we both have had a long day.

“Okay . . .”

Lyra picks up after herself, getting the blankets and pillows back into the bed. She furls the biggest blanket over Nadia. Ly dives in under it, snuggling with Nadia.

“Goodnight Lyra.”

“G’night Nadi . . .”

#31DaysofArcana #The Arcana #Nadia Satrinava #nadia x apprentice #Portia Devorak #magicianapprenticelyra #the scribe writes #The Palace #The Shop #From Buds to Flowers to Fruits

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ladyloptr · 4 years

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•Merely A Maid•

Request: twt@LOKIBARBZ “idk if ill be able to explain this well enough so apologies for that but what if the reader is a maid/servant of the palace and loki notices her just doing her duties while at a meeting or something and when he stands as shes cleaning up the meeting table he notices how much smaller she is than him physically (cough cough size kink) n requests for her to work on his floor more just to tease her n intimidate her cuz hes mean like that. like maybe...... while shes tidying up his chamber he pulls her onto his lap after having a drink or two n starts praising her for being a good servant.”

Fandom: Thor 1

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Smut, dub-con, size kink, praise kink, master-servant relationship.

{————}

You’ve worked in the palace nearly your entire life. Your mother came to Asgard with you when you were young, escaping a crumbling marriage. She was lucky enough to be recruited by Queen Frigga, and so, she was hired to work in the Queen’s chambers. You grew up with all the other servant’s children, not allowed to mingle with any of the noble or royal children who resided in the palace.

Your mother eventually passed away, succumbing to the stresses of servantry, leaving you to support yourself. Having no other options, you ended up having to apply for a servants job in the palace, and so here you are, refilling the goblets of court members with ale and Æsir wine.

There is a meeting going on, though you’re not quite sure what is being discussed. Something about someone evading taxes and alliances with Vanaheim, but you aren’t sure. You’ve been too focused on your duties to eavesdrop into matters that have nothing to do with you.

So focused that you’ve neglected to notice the pair of sharp emerald eyes watching you. Apparently, you’re not the only one neglecting to pay attention.

The younger prince’s curiosity is piqued when he realizes has never seen you before. His prides himself in knowing something about everyone, and yet for some reason he’s never seen you before. His eyes drift to your pointy ears, allowing him to come to the conclusion that you’re Ljölsafar (Light Elf).

“Allfather, Lord Fjörnd will be most displeased with your decision. He believes that his region-“

“-Well, Lord Fjörnd is not King of Vanaheim. My alliance is with King Freyr.” The Allfather says. “If he wishes to debate the increase in trade taxes, he may speak to Freyr. This meeting has come to a close, you are all dismissed.”

While all of the court members leave, Loki hangs back, remaining seated while watching you clean up the table. You place the goblets on a tray and use a rag to clean up any drink that may have spilled onto the table. You are confused when you notice that Loki is still there.

“My prince...?”

Loki rises from his seat and it’s then that he becomes overtly aware of how short you are, in comparison to him. Æsir and Vanir women are known for their tall stature, while Ljölsafar women are much shorter.

The fact that he towers over you makes him excited. He is vaguely aware of his dominance kinks, but never truly had the opportunity to explore them. Perhaps, if given the chance...

You avert your eyes to the floor, unable to look anywhere near him while he’s staring so intensely at you. “My prince... is there something wrong...?”

“I am reassigning you.”

Reassigning? You think to yourself. Can he even do that?

“My father placed you in your current position as a general custodial servant, am I correct?”

You nod, keeping your eyes downcast.

“I believe your talents will be useful elsewhere. I am in need of a new chambermaid, as my previous one has retired.” Loki allowing his eyes to shamelessly look over your body.

“I-I don’t have many talents, sir.”

“You are a fast cleaner and you listen to directions very well, from what I’ve seen during that dreadful meeting.” Loki says. “Not many servants in this palace are useful for anything more than scrubbing floors. You will be working as my chambermaid starting tomorrow.”

“How will I know what to do, sir? I haven’t the training.”

“Hildegard will tell you everything you need to know. My requests are very simple and few in number.” Loki drawls. “I doubt you need extensive training for something so uncomplicated.”

“I... understand, sir.” You bow, and gather the tray of goblets and cloth. You keep your eyes to the floor even as you exit the room, and you are quite certain you hear Loki chuckle to himself.

A few months later, and you come to realize why they call Loki the God of Mischief.

You had expected being a chambermaid would be hard work, however, it’s just the opposite.

Most of the work you find yourself doing are the mundane things, such as making sure his bed is neat after he’s gotten up in the morning.

There’s barely any actual work for you to do, as Loki’s chambers are always so spotless, he hardly ever leaves you anything to clean, besides the bathroom of course.

Speaking of the bathroom... he has started asking you to bathe him, and you know that he’s only started doing it just to be mean.

He somehow found out that you’re a virgin.

The mischievous thing, ever since he discovered that information, he’s been terrorizing you. Sometimes he’ll act like a complete fool and ask you undress him, as if he’s suddenly forgotten how to do it himself.

And then there are times he’ll just be downright terrifying. A good example being the one time he asked you a question and opted to stand over you and gaze down at you as if you were his prey and he were the predator. It took a while for you to stutter out an appropriate answer.

A feast is currently going on tonight, in celebration of Thor and his friends coming out victorious in a recent battle, and Loki is surprisingly absent from his chambers. He usually doesn’t attend such things, finding the rowdy crowds of people to be quite distasteful.

You busy yourself with making sure the bathroom is clean, his bed is neat, and his bookshelves are in order. You are so engrossed in your work that you don’t hear Loki enter. He slowly closes the door behind himself and watches you dust around the corners of his chambers.

You yelp in surprise when you turn around to see him standing there staring at you. Your ears turn red as you wonder how long he’s been standing there for.

“I-I’m sorry, my prince... I didn’t... I didn’t hear you come in.”

Loki waves his hand dismissively, then walks by you to sit on the edge of his bed. You notice his movements are somewhat sluggish, so you decide to speak up.

“My prince... are you well?”

“I had a few drinks, I am fine, merely tipsy.” Loki motions for you to come towards him, and so you do, albeit with a bit of hesitation.

“Sir...?”

You let out a startled squeak he takes your waist with both of his hands, spins you around and pulls you onto his lap, your back facing him.

“M-my prince?” You squirm in his strong hold, only exciting him more. “What are you doing?”

“You’re such a good servant.” He drawls. “Such a good girl. I’ve wanted you ever since I laid my eyes on you.” He licks your earlobe causing you to jump. “Ljölsafar are such delicate things. Knowing that I could accidentally break you in half excites me.”

You gasp when Loki starts sucking on the spot behind your ear. He undoes the strings on the front of your dress, and then pulls the fabric down enough for your breasts to pop out. He pinched both of your nipples, rolling them in between his fingers as they harden. You start squirming again, and he clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t do that.” Loki warns in your ear. “Be a good girl for me and stay still.”

Loki slips one of his hands underneath the skirt of your dress, his fingers snaking up your thighs. He stops at your panties and rubs his fingers against the damp material. Without another word he rips the cloth, now leaving you bare for him.

“Such an obedient girl. So well behaved.” He mutters, then pushes two of his fingers into you. “So wet. Is this for me, girl?”

You squeal, bewildered by his actions. “M-my prince, I’m n-not worthy-!”

“To the eyes of the court you may not be, but to me...?” He groans. “I can’t wait to deflower you. To be the first to fill you with my seed.”

He gently pumps his fingers, mindful of the fact that you’re untouched, and you arch your back against him in response.

“You are much too tight, my dear.” He chuckles, darkly. “I am afraid I might rip you in half when I take you.”

Despite the fact that he told you not to do it only moments before, you still can’t help but squirm underneath his attentions. You whine when he pulls his fingers out.

“On your knees, girl.” He orders, pushing you to kneel in front of him. You look away as he undoes the placket of his pants, freeing his erection.

Loki grabs your face, forcing you to look at him. Your ears are red and your face is flushed. “You are so bashful. It only makes me want to break you even more.” He tangles his fingers into your hair and tugs you forward, the swollen head of his cock touching the tip of your nose.

“Suck.”

You look up at him, fearfully. You’ve never given oral to anyone, let alone someone of high authority.

It’s not like you can disobey, though, and the scariest part may be that you sort of want to do this for him.

So, you take his head into your mouth and run your tongue over the slit. A loud groan tells you that you’re doing well so far. Your mouth is small, so you’re only able to fit a small portion of his cock in your mouth. You use your hands to massage the rest of his length.

“Ohhh, your mouth is sin.” He hisses.

After few long minutes of this, he pulls you off of him, and picks you up. He turns and suddenly drops you onto the bed, letting out a mischievous laugh when you yelp in surprise.

With a snap of his fingers, his armor and clothing is gone. He hurriedly pulls your dress down and off of you, absentmindedly throwing it off to the side. Your hands grip his upper arms as he cages you between him and his bed. You can feel the head of his cock nudge your entrance. It feels so big, you’re unsure how that’s going to fit.

“My prince... I don’t think I can...”

“You can.”

You blush heavily as your next words leave your mouth. “I... I don’t think it will fit.”

“I will make it fit.”

He hoists your legs up onto his shoulders and captures your mouth into a kiss. You let his tongue slip past your lips, and you soon come to realize that he has been trying to distract you when you feel a sharp pain followed by a burning sensation. He swallows your cries of pain and proceeds to slowly push in further.

By the time he’s fully sheathed inside of you, you’re shaking and your face is strained with tears. He takes his hand and wipes your tears away.

“I am going to move.” He informs you. “The pain will lessen over time.”

You aren’t sure if he’s telling the truth or if he’s lying out of desperation for some sort of release.

Loki slowly rocks back and forth, slightly shaking from restraining himself. All he truly wants is to fuck you through a wall, but that would have to wait. The last thing he needs is the whole palace thinking that he’s murdering you in his chambers.

“I can’t do this forever.” Loki grits out. He’s slowly losing his patience.

“It’s... it’s okay.” You breathe out. “It’s still there... but it’s starting to go away...”

Loki hums in acknowledgment and starts thrusting harder, speeding up his pace. You moan, the feeling of pleasure finally overcoming the pain you were experiencing earlier. He looks down at you, and the sight of seeing your small cunt being absolutely wrecked by his large cock drives him insane.

“Norns, you’re so tight.” He moans. “I could just sit here inside of you for days.”

You sigh, blissfully. You feel properly filled to the brim, his girth pleasantly stretching you out. A high pitched moan escapes you when he starts thumbing your clit, massaging it in tight circles. Something inside of you starts to knot tightly, and you desperately buck your hips up to meet his.

“My prince-! I-“ He cuts you off with another kiss, his hips now frantically thrusting.

“Cum.” He orders, his voice hoarse. “Cum for me. Cum for your prince.”

Your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs open in a silent scream. The feeling of your muscles squeezing his cock pushes him over the edge right after you. He stills and pulls you as close as possible to his body, ensuring that you take every drop of his cum. He gives one last weak thrust before collapsing on top of you.

“I am keeping you.” Loki mutters, his voice muffled by the pillow. “You will not allow anyone else to touch you. You are mine now, understand?”

“I understand.” You say softly.

He rolls off of you, and you’re mildly surprised when he pulls you up against his chest.

“We... didn’t use a contraceptive elixir.” You mutter, somewhat worried about what that might mean for you.

“I know. I did say you are mine, yes?”

“I could be flogged for laying with you, or even killed if I am found pregnant with your child.”

“And you won’t have to worry about that for very long.” Loki says with a mischievous tone. “I am, in fact, next in line to become king.”

You have no idea what he’s planning, but you don’t ask, instead choosing to stay silent.

Before you know it, you’ve drifted off to sleep.

#loki smut #loki (marvel)#loki odinson #servant #master and slave

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inevitably-johnlocked · 5 years

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Hi! Recently I've been interested in old fics, can you make a fic rec of season 1 fics written before s2 happened? (Old in age and old in theme lol) ps. I love your work and admire you a lot 😘

Hi Nonny!

Ohhh, this is an interesting prompt indeed! This one required me to 1) figure out when S2 aired (Jan 15, 2012) and 2) to use the “sort by date” feature on Ao3 I have never ever used. I got tired from trying to find all the Pre-S2 fics in my FFNet recs, so I haven’t many of them on here. When I have more free time, I’ll do a part 2 list from FFNet. So, yeah, sorry about how long this one took to do. Hopefully you’ll find something you like!

And if I got any of these wrong, well at least you can read more fics lol.

(and thank you so much!! I’m all blushie!!)

FICS WRITTEN BEFORE S2

See also: TGG Related Fics

You Lead, I Lead, You Follow, I Follow by BrighteyedJill (M, 862 w., 1 Ch. || Fever, H/C, John Whump) – John wakes up after a chase gone wrong to find Sherlock watching over him, but he’s a little hazy on the details.

Easy like Sunday Morning by lbmisscharlie (G, 910 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Breakfast in Bed, Epic Friendship, Platonics/Domestics) – John and Sherlock and their lazy, dysfunctional Sunday mornings in bed. In which Sherlock has difficulty sleeping and John makes lots of toast. Shameless fluff. Part 1 of No Mushrooms Please

A Metaphorical Gesture by cyparissus (T, 1,578 w., 1 Ch. || Marriage Proposal, Fluff) – "Sherlock, are you--" the words die in John's throat and he has to swallow and start again, "Are you asking me to marry you?"

Personal Space by probablyquantum (T, 1,814 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Cuddles, Nightmares, Awkwardness) – John and Sherlock renegotiate the rules governing personal space. Pre-Slash.

But Love Is A Voice On The Wind by Snow (M, 1,832 w., 1 Ch. || First Time, Meddling Mycroft, Texting) – Sherlock keeps getting texts from Mycroft with tips on wooing John.

In Which John is a BAMFy MoFo, OMG! by Kantayra (T, 1,835 w., 1 Ch. || Humour) – John's BAMFness and Sherlock's damsel-in-distress act are caught forever on camera. So Scotland Yard can mock. A lot.

Duvet (green) by Mazarin221b (G, 2,021 w., 1 Ch. || Post-THoB, Mind Palace, Revelations, First Kiss) – Sherlock recalibrates and restructures his mind palace so it looks like 221b. What he chooses to put in John's room is a bit of a surprise, and a revelation.

Seventeen Letters by out_there (G, 2,357 w., 1 Ch. || Love Confessions) – "I love Sherlock," John says out loud, testing how the words feel in his mouth. It doesn't change anything. Sherlock's still the pillock who fiddled with his computer password.

Nothing Left Untouched by ForeverShippingJohnlock (K+, 2,617 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Romance, Bed Sharing, Oblivious Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Grumpy John, Fluff and Cuddles) – Sherlock rearranges the flat. So what if John's bedroom is now a research library. It's not like John needs a bedroom, he can share with Sherlock. They're friends and John has obviously slept in close quarters with men before and it's not like Sherlock sleeps much anyway. It'll be fine.

Crime Scene Procedure for Death by Drowning by paxlux (T, 2,668 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TGG, First Kiss, Sherlock’s Violin, Fluff) – He lies back in bed and listens to the notes and pictures them gathering around Sherlock’s feet like water. Part 1 of proper procedure

and stand there at the edge of my affection by coloredink (G, 2,683 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Letters, Clueless John) – "You've written love letters," Sherlock asserted.

Undercurrents by entanglednow (E, 2,996 w., 1 Ch. || Disturbing Things, Crime Scene Fetish, Pseudo-Necrophilia, PWP, Masturbation) – “There, that's it, perfect, shut your eyes and don't move - and don't speak."

First Night Out by verityburns (M, 3,251 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Christmas, Dev. Rel.) – As John recovers from the effects of a brutal kidnapping, he and Sherlock attend the Yarders' Christmas Party. There are... developments on the dance floor...

Bagged & Tagged by Regency (T, 3,339 w., 1 Ch. || Drunken Confessions, Fluff and Crack, Marriage Proposal) – A very inebriated John devises a clever means of proposing marriage to Sherlock. Unfortunately he's forgotten all about it by the next morning.

The Second Law of Thermodynamics by entanglednow (T, 3,614 w., 1 Ch. || Asexual Sherlock, Bed Sharing, Sharing Body Heat) – In which there’s no heating and there’s a dead owl in Sherlock’s bed. Part 1 of Thermodynamics

All That I Have by the_arc5 (M, 3,721 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TGG Canon Divergence, Pining Sherlock, John Whump, Anxious / Worried Sherlock, Light Angst) – In the aftermath of the Great Game, Sherlock finds himself with a new weakness. John is both the cause and the cure.

Water Is Another Matter by cathedral_carver (T, 3,903 w., 1 Ch. || Sick Fic, Pining, First Kiss, Heat Wave, Skinny Dipping) – He thinks it’s in trouble, his poor heart.

Someone Else’s Heart by thisprettywren (E, 4,188 w., 1 Ch. || First Time, H/C, POV Sherlock, Caretaking John, Pining Idiots) – A crime scene, a rainstorm, and something they both should have known all along.

Obsession, Appassionato by shinychimera, Yeomanrand (E, 4,249 w., 1 Ch. || Possessive Sherlock, First Time, Jealous Sherlock, Music / Sherlock’s Violin, Present Tense, Frottage) – John is late, and he hasn’t called, and Sherlock works himself into a state. Part 1 of Love and Ysaye

Practical Johnkeeping by what_alchemy (M, 4,330 w., 1 Ch. || Beekeeping, Aging, Gladstone, Tooth Rotting Fluff) – Sherlock predicts nectar flow the same way he deduces a murder, but he harvests the honey like John coddles the dog.

Sink Like a Stone by pennydreadful (T, 4,348 w., 1 Ch. || Angst / Dark, Cuddling/Snuggling) – After defeating Moriarty at the pool, life isn't quite the same around 221B Baker Street...it's more peaceful. And stranger.

Butterfly, Pinned Under Glass by billiethepoet (E, 4,648 w., 1 Ch. || Possessive Sherlock, Jealousy, Barebacking, BAMF!John) – It started as a desire to keep John safe and whole, and ended up as just desire.

A Quiet Murmuration by cathedral_carver (T, 4,684 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Kissing) – Just pay me back with one thousand kisses.

Applied Linguistics by what_alchemy (M, 4,837 w., 1 Ch. || Possessive / Anxious Sherlock, Introspection, Bed Sharing, Past John Whump, Est. Rel., Marriage Proposal, Sherlock Loves John So Much, Word Play) – “He wants to shake John by the shoulders, wants to open his mouth and swallow John whole. Wants to marry him.” Sherlock searches for the right words.

Finding John by orphan_account (T, 5,456 w., 1 Ch. || Soul Bond AU, Symbolic Rings, Soul Mates) – Sherlock Holmes has met exactly twenty-four Johns in his life. They have all been the wrong John. He's getting tired of waiting, staring at the inscription on his finger and wondering when his John will turn up, if ever. Part 1 of Inscriptions

Fa Subito by kim47 (E, 6,659 w., 1 Ch. || Suit Porn, Cockblocker Mycroft, Obsessed Sherlock, PWP) – John wears a suit. Sherlock finds it extremely distracting.

Sherlock’s Laboratory, Episode 1: Romance by berlynn_wohl (E, 6,900 w., 1 Ch. || Clones, Sci-Fi AU, Clone Sex, Foursome, Double Penetration) – “John, this isn’t one of your science fiction programmes. This is reality.“ Part 1 of Sherlock’s Laboratory

that thing you like by misspamela (E, 7,165 w., 1 Ch. || Holmes Family, Fake Relationship, Friends to Lovers) – "Happy Christmas, etc. etc." Sherlock and John go to the Holmes’ for Christmas, and everyone thinks they’re together.

Galapogos by anchors (E, 8,460 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Angst, 5 and 1, John Whump) – Somewhere in the depths of the universe, and somewhere in the middle of Sherlock's chest, a star goes into supernova.

To Quote Malcolm Tucker; or, Get The Fuck In or Fuck The Fuck Off by kim47 (T, 8,484 w., 1 Ch. || Jealous Sherlock, Flirting, Cockblocking) – Sherlock is cockblocker and a prick tease and John is not amused.

High Tide by stardust_made (T, 8,540 w., 1 Ch. || Jealousy, Angst, First Kiss) – A little favour Sherlock stupidly agrees to do for Mycroft leads to John meeting a handsome, affluent man, who is going out of his way to woo him. Sherlock struggles with the situation and with his own reactions to it. Part 1 of The High Tide Series

Let You Kiss Me (So Sweet and So Soft) by out_there (G, 8,659 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Kisses, Stroppy Sherlock, Confused John) – The first time Sherlock kisses him, John keeps his eyes open, and so does Sherlock, and mostly, he wonders what Sherlock could possibly be up to. There'll be some logic to this. Some ridiculous experiment about body warmth or respiratory rates or testing a new way of picking pockets. Sherlock does the unimaginable for bizarre reasons, but behind it, there's always logic and curiosity. Sometimes, it just takes him a while to explain it to John.

The Important Bit by Solshine (G, 9,984 w., 7 Ch. || Platonic Marriage, Domestics, Asexual Sherlock) – Just where exactly is the line between “to love” and “to be in love”? What difference is required between “flatmate” and “husband”? (Besides the rings, obviously.) No, the important bit is that they have each other. Thirty years, give or take, in an atypical marriage. Basically a long bit of platonic domestic fluff.

I Used to Live Alone Before I Knew You by etothepii (T, 11,052 w., 1 Ch. || Winglock || Angels / Demons, Supernatural Elements, Occult) – Where Mycroft is an angel, Sherlock is a demon, and John is still John.

I See You Through by belovedmuerto (T, 12,078 w., 8 Ch. || Psychic AU || Empath John, Alternate TGG, Whump, Nightmares, Bedsharing, Slow Burn, Pre-Slash) – John has never asked Sherlock about his past, his childhood, the reason he quails in lonely misery almost every time he sees his brother. He’s never needed to. Part 2 of An Experiment in Empathy

The Velveteen Doctor by Lantean_Drift (M, 12,815 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, Dev. Rel., Introspection, Mild Whump, Taking Care of Each Other) – A series of events that show John just how real he has become to Sherlock – like a bright, brilliant flash of colour in an otherwise greyscale world.

Fucking Cake by Random_Nexus (E, 12,965 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Humour/Crack, Inanimate Object Smut, Frottage, “For a Case” / “Experiment”, PWP / Kinky, Mutual Pining, Fluff) – Sherlock brings home a chocolate cake, John finds him about to have sex with said cake, then exceedingly weird hijinx ensue. Part 1 of "Fucking Baked Goods" - Sherlock BBC

Lacuna by coloredink (E, 15,607 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, Consent Issues, Drama, Amnesia) – God, it must have been terrible, to think that he would never have this again.

Never-Ending Cycle by orphan_account (T, 17,211 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Est. Rel., Proposal, Fluff) – Or, four times Sherlock Holmes attempted to propose to John Watson, and the Christmas Party at which he finally did. Sherlock thinks he's a miserable failure, John is confused, Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade provide some unsatisfactory advice, and Mummy is, as always, the solution. All in a lovely, fluffy holiday theme.

Let's Make a Bed Out in the Rain by theimprobable1 (M, 17,664 w., 11 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, Angst & Fluff, First Kiss, Unrequited, Jealous Sherlock, Protective Sherlock) – John is devastated after his long-term girlfriend leaves him. Sherlock helps him through it.

I Think I've Come A Long Long Way To Sit Before You Here Today by ArwenKenobi (T, 18,251 w., 3 Ch. || Grief/Mourning, Passage of Time, Major Character Death, Alternating POV, Sherlock Whump, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Coma, Revenge Murders, Hallucinations, Love Confessions, Brutal Accident, Mystrade, Ghost John) – One year after John is killed Sherlock starts to wonder whether John has actually gone anywhere.

A Life Well-Lived by Kate_Lear (E, 20,121 w., 1 Ch. || Original Male Character, Sherlock Woos John, Jealous Sherlock, Reluctant Bi-John, Past Abuse, Insecure John, Reassuring / Caring Sherlock, Protective Sherlock, Understanding Sherlock) – John got scared off men by an abusive past relationship. Sherlock has to try and woo him while not scaring him off with protective possessive rage.

Winter's Delights by Kate_Lear (E, 21,173 w., 1 Ch. || Holmes Family, Christmas, Fake Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Bed Sharing, Domestics) – Sherlock takes John home for Christmas to meet the extended Holmes family. Part 1 of Winter's Delights

Once More, With Feeling by cellard00rs (T, 21,178 w., 7 Ch. || John’s Family, Fake Relationship, Romance, Fluff, Humour) – To put off his meddlesome, matchmaking mother, John convinces Sherlock to play the role of his significant other. Unparalleled awkwardness ensues.

You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners by ardenteurophile (T, 23,584 w., 9 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Drama, Fluff & Angst, Humour, Romance) – Sherlock takes John along for Christmas dinner with Mycroft and Mummy (And "Anthea", too). Over the course of the evening, John realises that everyone in the room - apart from him - seems to think that he and Sherlock are a couple. Part 2 of Xmas Dinners Verse

26 Pieces by Lanning (E, 28,236 w., 1 Ch. || H/C, Torture, First Time, Happy Ending, Schmoop, Past Abuse) – Mycroft gives Sherlock the apparently simple task of solving a puzzle box containing a stolen microchip. It isn't simple.

The Whore of Babylon Was a Perfectly Nice Girl by out_there (E, 32,897 w., 1 Ch. || Past Drug Use, Blowjobs, Toplock, Mentions of Switching, Rough Sex, Background Cases, Sherlock’s Past, Sherlock’s Sexual History, Experienced Sherlock, Past One Night Stands, Fingering, Cuddling, Possessive Sherlock, Paris Holiday, Bed Sharing, Naked Lie-Ins, Bathing Together, Confessions, Worried Sherlock, Laying in Bed All Day, Meddling Mycroft, Naked Lazy Day) – Sherlock walks into a room and takes all the space right out of it. He does the same inside John's head.

A Love with No Name Series by aceofhearts61 (G to M, 49,955 w. across 20 stories || Asexual Sherlock / Straight John, Est. Rel, Queerplatonic Relationship, Romance, Cuddling, Fluff, Platonic Romance, Domestics) – In which Asexual!Sherlock and Straight!John are platonically in love life partners.

The Progress of Sherlock Holmes by ivyblossom (E, 62,006 w., 25 Ch. || First Person Sherlock POV, Pining, Angst, Slow Burn, Infidelity, Sherlock Learns About Himself, Happy Ending) – Sherlock struggles with his feelings for John, makes a mistake, and learns just how important he and John are to each other. Non-BBC Mary / John, but it’s a *complicated* relationship.

The Green Blade by verityburns (T, 72,929 w., 15 Ch. || Casefic, Bromance) – As a serial killer hits the headlines, the police are out of their depth and the next victim is out of time. With faith in Sherlock Holmes at an all time low, this is a case which will push loyalties to the limit...

The Heart In The Whole by verityburns (E, 101,650 w., 21 Ch. || Post-TGG Canon Divergence, Drama & Angst, H/C, First Time, Blind Sherlock) – Events after ‘The Great Game’ leave Sherlock dependent on his best friend and colleague. But John has a secret of his own…

Performance In a Leading Role by Mad_Lori (E, 156,714 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Hollywood / Actor AU, Secret Relationship, Falling in Love, Slow Burn, Romance, Coming Out, Fluff and Angst, Pining) – Sherlock Holmes is an Oscar winner in the midst of a career slump. John Watson is an Everyman actor trapped in the rom-com ghetto. When they are cast as a gay couple in a new independent drama, will they surprise each other? Will their on-screen romance make its way into the real world? Part 1 of Performance in a Leading Role

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #e-rated fics #s1 fics #Anonymous #season 1 fics

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notquiteaghost · 4 years

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i just wrote up a very barebones transcript of all the geralt & jaskier scenes in ‘four marks’, because i can’t find any online, and it took me like an hour so i might as well share it

it only takes note of action that interrupted dialogue, cuz i just wanted a reference for the dialogue, and it also only covers their actual conversation in the first scene. but other than that it should be accurate. i used netflix subtitle spelling for names

>>>

JASKIER: I love the way you just sit in the corner and brood.

GERALT: I’m here to drink alone.

JASKIER: Good, yeah, good. No one else hesitated to comment on the quality of my performance, except… for you. Come on. You don’t want to keep a man with bread in his pants waiting. You must have some review for me. Three words or less.

GERALT: They don’t exist.

JASKIER: Whaaat don’t exist?

GERALT: The creatures in your song.

JASKIER: And how would you know? … Oh, fun. White hair… big old loner, two very, very scary-looking swords, I know who you are. You’re the Witcher, Geralt of Rivia. Called it!

>>>

JASKIER: Ah. Need a hand? I’ve got two. One for each of the, uh, devil’s horns.

GERALT: Go away.

JASKIER: I won’t be but silent back-up. (pause) Look, I heard your note, and yes, you’re right, maybe real adventures would make better stories. And you, sir, smell chock-full of them. Amongst other things. I mean, what is that? Is that onion? It doesn’t matter. Whatever it is, you smell of death and destiny. Heroics and heartbreak.

GERALT: It’s onion.

JASKIER: Right, yeah, yeah. Ooh, I could be your barker, spreading the tales of Geralt of Rivia, the– the Butcher of Blaviken!

GERALT: Come here.

JASKIER: Yeah?

(GERALT punches JASKIER in the stomach. JASKIER groans and wheezes.)

GERALT: Come on, Roach.

>>>

JASKIER: Reading between the lines, and the gut punches, chum, I’d say you have got a bit of a… an image problem. Were I to join on this… feat to defeat the devil of Posada, I could relieve you of that title. All the North would be too busy singing the tales of Geralt of Rivia, the– the White Wolf, or– or something.

GERALT: Butcher is right.

JASKIER: Do you mind if I hop up there with you? It’s just, I’m not really wearing the right kind of footwear–

GERALT: Don’t touch Roach.

JASKIER: –Yeah, right.

JASKIER: You know, the elves called this Dol Blathanna, before bequeathing it to the humans and retreating to their golden palaces in the mountains. There I go again, just… delivering exposition. … Geralt? Geralt? Geralt, wh-where are you going? Geralt, don’t leave me. Hello? What are we looking for again?

GERALT: Blessed silence.

JASKIER: Yeah, I don’t really go in for that. Have you, uh, have you ever hunted a devil before, Geralt?

GERALT: Devils don’t exist.

JASKIER: Right. Obviously. Then, uh, then what are we doing?

GERALT: Sometimes there’s monsters, sometimes there’s money. Rarely both. That’s the life.

(GERALT gets hit by something.)

GERALT: Shit!

JASKIER: Act Two begins! What was that? Looks like a tiny cannonball from a… Oh my gosh. ... Geralt, it is a devil. Ohhh, I have to see this magical, this mythi–

(JASKIER gets hit in the forehead, and passes out.)

TORQUE: Leave me be!

GERALT: You talk.

TORQUE: Of course I talk!

GERALT: What happened with you? Your mother fuck a goat?

TORQUE: I am Torque the Sylvan, a rare and intelligent creature!

GERALT: You’re a dick. With balls.

TORQUE: Balls I got from humans, who left out filled with iron, meant to poison me!

GERALT: Ow!

TORQUE: Did your mother fuck a snowman?

GERALT: You are intelligent, I’ll give you that. So I won’t kill you. But you can’t stay here.

TORQUE: Neither can you.

(Something hits GERALT in the head.)

>>>

JASKIER: This is the part where we escape.

GERALT: This is the part where they kill us.

JASKIER: Who’s they?

ELF WOMAN: (in Elder) Beast!

GERALT: Elves.

JASKIER: Oi, that’s my lute! Give that back! Quick, Geralt. Do your– your witchering–

GERALT: Shut up!

ELF WOMAN: (in Elder) You shut up!

JASKIER: Oh, my Elder speech is rough, I only got part of that.

ELF WOMAN: (in English) Humans, shut up.

JASKIER: (in Elder) Ah, got it, thanks so much.

ELF WOMAN: Do you wanna die right now?

GERALT: As opposed to later?

JASKIER: No, please, not the lu–!

GERALT: Leave off! He’s just a bard.

ELF WOMAN: You don’t deserve the air you breathe. Everything you touch you destroy.

JASKIER: You hide in your golden palaces. You beat a bound man, too scared to even look him in the eye!

ELF WOMAN: Do you like my palace? Hmm? Does it live up to the tales you humans tell?

(GERALT headbutts her. She falls back, coughing.)

JASKIER: (laughs) Yeah, take that, pointy. … Wait, what’s–what’s wrong with her?

FILAVANDREL: She’s sick.

JASKIER: Oh, and who’s this?

TORQUE: He’s Filavandrel, king of the elves.

FILAVANDREL: Not a king. Not by choice.

GERALT: You were stealing for them.

TORQUE: I felt for them. They were forced out of Dol Blathanna.

JASKIER: Forced out? No, they chose–

FILAVANDREL: Do you know anyone that would choose to leave their home? To starve? To have a Sylvan steal for them?

TORQUE: Toruviel, no one was supposed to get hurt.

TORUVIEL: What’s two humans in the ground when countless elves have died?

GERALT: One human. And you can let him go.

FILAVANDREL: And Posada will learn that we’ve been stealing. The humans will attack. Many will die, on both sides.

GERALT: The lesser evil. No matter what you choose, you’ll come out bloody, and hating yourself. Trust me.

FILAVANDREL: That’s the problem. I can’t. This is necessary.

GERALT: I understand. As long as you understand that it won’t be long before you follow me in death.

FILAVANDREL: Yes, because they’ve pushed us from viable soil. Even chaos is polluted. Synthetically enhanced so humans can make magic.

GERALT: Chaos is the same as it’s always been. Humans just adapted better.

FILAVANDREL: You say adapt, and I say destroy.

GERALT: You are choosing to starve. You’re cutting off your ear to spite your face.

FILAVANDREL: You think this is about pride? My elders worked with humans, and got robbed of all they had. And when they fought back, they were slaughtered. “The Great Cleansing”, humans call it. I call it digging a mass grave for everyone I loved. And now the humans proudly watch these very fields grow, our babies fertiliser for their grain. I don’t wish to bury anyone else. I was once Filavandrel of the Silver Towers. Now I’m Filavandrel of the Edge of the World. If I bring my people down from these mountains, it would mean bowing to human sovereignty. They’ll make slaves of us. Pariahs of half-blood children.

GERALT: Then go somewhere else. Rebuild. Get strong again. Show the humans that you are more than what they fear you to be.

FILAVANDREL: Like you, Witcher?

GERALT: I have learned to live with them. So that I may live.

TORUVIEL: Please, my King. There are others. A new generation. Evellien who wish to fight. Let us take back what’s ours. Starting now.

TORQUE: Wait!

FILAVANDREL: Torque, stand aside.

TORQUE: The Witcher could’ve killed me. But he didn’t. He’s different. Like us.

GERALT: If you must kill me, I am ready. But the Sylvan’s right. Don’t call me human.

>>>

JASKIER: Credit where credit is due, that whole reverse psychology thing you did on them was brilliant, by the way. (imitates Geralt) “Kill me, I’m ready”. … That’s the conclusion. They just let us go, and you give all of Nettly’s coin to the elves.

GERALT: Filavandrel’s lute not gift enough for you?

JASKIER: Yeah, she is a bit sexy, isn’t she? I do have respect for Filavandrel. He survived the Great Cleansing once. Who knows? Maybe he can do it again. Be reborn. (singing) Will the elf king heed what the witcher entreats? Is history a wheel doomed to repeat? No, that’s– that’s shit.

GERALT: This is where we part ways, bard, for good.

JASKIER: Look, I promised to change the public’s tune about you. At least allow me to try.

(JASKIER sings the opening verses of Toss A Coin.)

JASKIER: (singing) And so cried the Witcher, “He can’t be bleat–”

GERALT: That’s not how it happened. Where’s your newfound respect?

JASKIER: Respect doesn’t make history.

(JASKIER continues to sing Toss A Coin.)

GERALT: Hmm.

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #the witcher transcript #yelling at clouds #didn't realise spn was spoiling me so with having full scripts up on the wiki

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The Last Dragon

Daenys Targaryen x Thranduil

Crossover: Game of Thrones and LOTR/Hobbit

Chapter11

Masterlist

Summary:After Daenerys death, her daughter Daenys, flew away with Drogon. Feeling lost with out her mother beside her, but what will happen when Daenys find a portal that will lead her to a certain world, where dwell elves, dwarves, humans and other races.

Warnigs: ANGSTTTT, a little smut

Words: 2k

A small smile spread on my lips as I saw my reflection on the mirror in front of me, staring to the beautiful gown that I was wearing. The dress was pure white, that make my brown skin pop up, that showed my shoulders and my back. In the fabric, it had a pattern that resembled Drogon's scales and around my waist there was a silver chain, with small rubies engraved there.

Around my neck was a beautiful necklace that I asked the jeweler, that i saw one day on the market in Mirkwood, to make a necklace with three dragons head. It was all made with silver and on the dragon's eyes, there was red diamonds, shining brightly as a blazed fire.

My hair was down, with four braids on the back. Reminding me of my mother...Shaking my head, I wipe a small tear that had escape from eye and put a smile on my lips. Come on, Daenys! Be happy! You have a date with the most beautiful Lord in all Middle-Earth! Taking a deep breath, I walk out of my chambers, walking to where I will meet Glorfindel.

As I was walking down the hall, in the corner of my eye I saw two figures giggling. Turning my head, my eyes widened as I saw a gorgeous blond elleth, with her arms wrapped around Thranduil biceps, looking to him with lovely eyes and with her soft cheeks red. He leans down and whisper something to her ear, making the elleth going in a fit of giggles.

I feel my blood turning into liquid fire, my hands begin shaking from rage and jealousy. Bastard...And he tells me that Glorfindel is the womanizer!

I turn around quickly as I saw Thranduil leaning down and capture the elleth lips on his, and run to the gardens, with tears trying to escape from my vibrant violet eyes. My feet's stop as I felt the cold night air hitting my lungs.

Lifting my head, I look to the moon with tears running down my cheeks. Why do I have to suffer? Did I’ve been punished enough?!

The sound of a stick breaking interrupted my thoughts, I turn my head to the side and saw Glorfindel walking to me with worry in his ocean blue eyes “Daenys?...What happen?” he asks as grabbing softly my hands. I look down, trying to hide my tears “Ahh...nothing...I just have something in my eyes.” I lie, attempting to change the conversation.

Glorfindel let out a sigh and pull me into his warm arms, enveloping me in comfort “It’s Thranduil, am I right?...” my body tense as I hear his name, feeling more tears running down, making Glorfindel shirt wet. I nod and push my face into his chest, wrapping my arms around his strong waist.

We stay like this for a while, he rubbing slowly my back as I was trying to calm myself down. After a while, Glorfindel moves his hand to my chin and lift it, making my eyes met his “I will say this as a friend...You need to forget him. I know Thranduil for centuries and since he was a little elfling, he was trouble...and that got worse when his wife died.” he says with a soft voice.

I close my eyes and nod, feeling an empty space inside me. He’s right...I need to forget Thranduil...For the sake of my heart.

A small smile appears on my face “Thank you...” I whisper softly to him, Glorfindel nods and wipe with his thumb the remain tears on my eyes “No need to thank me...I told you that I was here for you whenever you needed.” my smile grows and I pull him to a warm hug. He’s really the only friend I have...

He took my hand and start leading me into the garden “Well... i wasn't counting with this beginning but i asked you to came here to offer you gift...and also to ask you something!” he said a while helping me sitting down beside a beautiful cherry tree.

I look to him with a confused face “A gift? You don’t have to offer me nothing, Mellon nin.” I say softly, giving him a warm smile. He chuckles and take a small black velvet box from him pocket, putting on my hands “This is an old heirloom of my House...i order to make some changing on it so it could resemble with your beauty but it’s hard cause you are one the most beautiful maidens that my eyes have seen it...” a blush forms on my warm cheeks with his words, I open the velvet box and a gasp escapes from my lips.

Inside was a beautiful golden necklace, full of golden flowers stuck along the gold chain but what grabbed my attention the most was the huge flower in the center. It was well sculpted, with all the details on point and on the middle of that flower was a gorgeous amethyst, reminding me of my eye color.

I look to Glorfindel with tears on my eyes “Thank you so much...It’s beautiful!” he smiles and nods “Turn the necklace around! There something also there.” he says with a huge smile. I do as he said and turn the necklace around, looking down I saw some words engraved there. I move the necklace closer to me and a tear fall down as read out loud the elvish words “Fire and Blood...” I look to him with wide eyes “How?!...” my voice came out weak. He pick my hand and rub his thumb on my warm skin “I remember the time in Rivedell, when you told us about your old life....the words of your House.” as he finished talking, I jump to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and whispering thank you several times.

Glorfindel let out a loud laugh and pull away from my hug, putting his warm hand on my cheek “I also wanted to ask you if you maybe would want to come with us tomorrow to Rivedell? Since that last time that you were there, you didn’t have the opportunity to see the beauty of the city.” my eyes widened when he said that. It’s true that I didn’t saw nothing from the city...and also, I didn’t have to see Thranduil...

Putting the beautiful necklace in the velvet box, I look to him and nod “I would love to come! When do we part from here?” I ask excited. He chuckles when he saw me jumping a little “Tomorrow at dawn. You still remember the way to Rivedell? Since you will be faster than us.” he asks a while he looks to me with a smirk.

I giggle and roll my eyes “Of course I know! “he nods and stood up, offering me his hand. I took it and stood up “Well, since you’re coming...Let’s go sleep! We have a long journey tomorrow.” he says a while leading me inside. I nod and walk to my chamber, hugging the black velvet box in my chest. Happy that I will escape this prison...escape from the Elven King.

(Thranduil P.O.V)

A groan falls from my lips as I thrust my hips forward, into the elleth in front of me. I grab her waist and thrust my cock inside her roughly, making her moan louder “Yesss!...Harder, my King!” I let out a growl and put my hand on her back, making her bury her head into the mattress “Don’t talk!” I order. She bit her lips and grab the sheet to secure herself, I slap her ass and close my eyes as feel my orgasm coming closer. My movements begin turning sloppy and rougher, I feel her walls spasm as she cums, making my orgasm run through me “Daenys...” I moaned as I let my seed shoot inside the elleth.

I pull my cock out of her and sit on the bed, catching my breath. I notice the elleth cover herself with the blankets and closing her eyes, ready to sleep. A fury rose inside, remember that she wasn’t Daenys.

Pulling the blankets from her body, I pick her clothes and throw them to her “Get dress and get out!” I said with a cold voice, a while putting a soft robe. She huffs and got dress quickly “What do you see in her? A mere mortal?!” she hisses to me. I fill a cup of wine and look to the moon shining outside, “I don’t know what are you talking about. Now get out!” I growl to her.

I close my eyes as I hear the door close with a loud bang. Brat... Posing the cup down, I went to my bed and lie down, letting sleep take over me, wishing that I could cuddle Daenys close to me as she sleeps soundly beside me.

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I look to the mirror, seeing my reflection. The servant that was helping put my robes, “You are ready for your day, my King.” he says a while giving me a bow. I nod and put my crown on my head, then I walk out of my chambers to the entrance of the Palace, to say goodbye to Lord Elrond and Lord Glorfindel.

When I arrived, Lord Elrond bow to me “Thank you for your hospitality, King Thranduil! I hope to see you in Rivedell soon.” a smile forms on my lips and nod to my old friend “Your welcome, Lord Elrond. I will appear in Rivendell when my Kingdom will be safer.” we hug each other.

Suddenly, we hear Drogon land in front of us, with Daenys and Lord Glorfindel. Why is she here? I look to them confused, Elrond put his hand on my shoulder “It seems Lady Daenys wants to come with us to Rivedell. I hope you don’t mind.” What?! Why she didn’t inform me of this?

Glorfindel climbs down from Drogon back and walk to us “It was good to see you, King Thranduil. Until next time!” I nod with frown, staring at him as he mounts his white horse.

I move my gaze to Daenys, looking at her to see if she come down and talk to me but that wasn’t the case. She looks to me with cold eyes, her face was emotionless “I thank you for your hospitality, King Thranduil.” and was all she said to me. What’s wrong with her?

Lord Elrond and Lord Glorfindel say they goodbyes again and start the journey back to Rivendell. I saw Drogon jumping the air and flying away with Daenys, leaving me alone in this Palace.

I stay there for hours, looking to the sky where Daenys had disappeared. Why everyone I love disappears?

I tear falls from my eye but was quickly wiped away as I turn back and walk into the Palace. I need to go to Rivendell quick...before that golden hair elf do something to my Daenys!

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cha-lyn · 5 years

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interrupted affection

Chapter 7

Bucky Barnes x pocReader

Warnings: Sexual themes, cussin’, angst

Words: 1428

Summary: Y/N is Wakandan, just returning from a mission as a War Dog. Set a little while after Bucky wakes up from cryo-sleep.

A/N: This is a short one. I’ve had it written, but it needed tweaking :)

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“Here’s your message Shuri.” You slapped the translated message on the table next to her thirty-five minutes later. “I’m going back to bed.”

Shuri winked at you, “Ohhh, I bet you are, Y/N. Tell Bucky I say hi.” You glared at her before you turned to leave.

You were itching to find Bucky and pick up where the two of you had left off. You figured he would be finished telling Steve his decision, so you headed to his hut. You observed that the lights were on in his hut, a great sign. As you neared, you heard a voice, no, two voices. A not so great sign.

You quieted your steps as you neared the window.

Steve murmured something about being excited for Bucky to come home. Bucky laughed nervously. He still hadn’t told him.

You took a silent step closer.

“Steve about that… I’m staying.”

Silence, except for the crickets chirping in the grass.

You moved closer trying to get a look at what was going on.

“What? Since when?” Steve was out of your line of sight, but Bucky wasn’t. He sat on his bed, head down and fidgeting.

“Since the people of Wakanda have accepted me so graciously. Since-” he lifted his head to look out the window, clear his thoughts maybe. He saw you and a grin slowly spread across his face. “ Since I kinda like the princess….” You grin back.

“Shuri?!”

“What-no? She’s like my little sister!” Bucky laughed nervously. “Y/N. I like Y/N.” Your heart beat fast and hard, like it was going to tumble out of your chest and you wondered how they didn’t hear it.

“Oh. Well, I mean that’s great Buck, but this isn’t your home.”

Bucky’s smile faded. “My home doesn’t accept me, Steve. Wakanda does, though.” He glanced at you again. “I have a chance to be happy here Steve, a chance I won’t get in the States now.”

“What so you couldn’t be happy in the states?” Steve’s tone was hurt, a tiny bit accusing.

“I’m a fugitive there, Steve. And everywhere else for that matter. The country has its mind made up about me. That and Tony-”

“Has forgiven you.” Steve interrupted.

Bucky stood, getting frustrated, “Maybe he forgives me, but he still sees me as the guy who killed his parents Steve. He’s not wrong either. My face is a constant reminder. I’m not doing that to him. I’ve done enough damage.”

Steve sighed. “C’mon, Buck all that could change.” Bucky shook his head as Steve continued to try to change his mind giving reason after reason, finishing with, “There’s nothing Wakanda can give you that America can��t.”

“America doesn’t have Y/N. If I stay and accept the military position T’Challa offered, we could court officially in the eyes of the kingdom. Get married,” his eyes cut at you adding quickly, “Later, if we wanted to.”

Steve sighed and mumbled something under his breath. “Let’s talk about this more tomorrow, Buck, with clear heads. I’m tired and you are, too.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, but caught a look from you telling him not to push it. To let Steve leave.

“Sure man,” Bucky motioned to the door. “We can talk more tomorrow.” He gave Steve a conciliatory smile and led him to the door. They said good bye and clapped each other on the back.

You watched Steve walk away, still pressed against the hut in hiding. When he was finally out of sight, you let out a sigh, but didn’t move. A head popped out of the window.

“You gonna come in or keep spying on me, doll?”

You laughed. “It’s nice out here. The stars are out.”

His large frame clamored out of the small window, somehow not landing flat on his face. “It’s late.” He rested his arms on your shoulders and pulled you close to him. “We should get some rest before the big news comes out tomorrow.” He dropped his arms down to your waist then to your ass. He winked and wiggled his eyebrows at you. You pulled his face in with your hands to kiss him.

“If you want,” you whispered with a shrug. “I thought we could pick up where we left off.” You smile a suggestive smile. Bucky narrows his eyes and grabs your thighs, taking you off the ground and wrapping your legs around him. You started unbuttoning his shirt hastily as he carried you into his hut. He dropped you onto the bed.

“Finally,” he sighed leaning down to kiss you. Your fingers found his hair pulling, not wanting to let the moment get away like it did usually.

You stopped abruptly, pulling away from Bucky. Before he could ask you what was wrong, you pulled your Kimoyo beads off your wrist and tossed them on the floor. “No interruptions tonight.”

There was no time for grinning before the kissing started again. You blindly finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off him as he pulled at your pants. You shimmied to help them off and pulled at his pants.

A knock on the door startled you both. “Buck, look I know-” Steve again.

“Go away! Bucky is busy.” You yelled over your shoulder. You looked up to see Bucky shaking his head at you. Bucky fought hard to hide his smile.

“One sec,” he called, still shaking his head at you. “Every fucking time,” he murmured.

“M’kay,” came a hesitant voice from the other side of the door. You found your pants and Bucky found his shirt before he opened the door. You sit back on Bucky’s bed, arms crossed.

Steve nodded at you , going red in the face, “Uh, hi Princess. I was hoping to talk to Bucky for a minute, hope I’m not interrupting.”

You opened your mouth to tell him he definitely was, but Bucky beat you. “What ever you wanna say to me, you can say in front of Y/N.” You pursed your lips and narrowed your eyes.

Steve sighed and ran a hand thought his hair, like Bucky did so frequently. “I just want you to really think about all this Buck. Think about what’d you’d miss if you stayed.”

“I know exactly what I’d miss if I left, Steve. And that beats everything else.” Your stomach danced, he meant you.

Steve crossed his arms, glancing irritatedly in your direction. “You’re gonna choose some girl over me, Buck? Over home? Over your country?”

Bucky growled, “Yes. I’m gonna choose her and a country that actually wants me, Steve. I am was a terrorist, an assassin. I can’t go back.”

Steve shook his head. “So much for I’m with you till the end of the line, huh?”

The words were spoken so bitterly, it enraged you. Your jaw clenched and tears sprang to your eyes as you stood up. “How dare you? Your country has a bounty on his head, how is that home?!” You turned to Bucky, talking in a much more level voice. “I’ll see you at breakfast, Bucky.” You stood on your toes to kiss his cheek and then turned to leave, giving Steve another angry glare. “If I were you, I would be careful how you speak to royalty here.”

You went home to shower and change for breakfast. You decided that you would eat at the palace that morning, despite worrying about having to see Steve Rogers again. By the time you ran into Bucky inside the palace gates, your anger had subsided. He wrapped you in a hug and apologized profusely for Steve’s ass hole-ness, which you reminded him wasn’t even his fault, and reported that Steve had left soon after you’d stormed out. He also brought you your Kimoyo beads that you’d left at his hut and not given a second thought to.

“White Wolf, will Captain Rogers be joining us for breakfast this morning?” Nakia inquired.

Bucky cleared his throat, “Uhm, no. Steve left.”

“That’s too bad,” Nakia replied.

“Uh yeah, actually, he left because I made my decision.” Everyone stopped eating and looked to Bucky. T’Challa raised an eyebrow. “I have decided to accept your offer to lead the Hatut Zeraze. I would be honored, Your Majesty.”

T’Challa full on smiled now, clapping as he stood. “We are fortunate to have your loyalty and knowledge, Barnes. We will talk more after breakfast. Nakia, call the elders council so that we may make it official.” Bucky grinned. You grinned too, even as Shuri nudged you with her elbow. You didn’t care if anyone saw.

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ladyshandioftheendless · 4 years

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Shandi’s StarTerror Saga 12!

I knoooow I’m terrible with the constant cliffhangers! But they’re so good right?! Everything flies off the rails from here! >3

~Shandi

The trap has been baited, now to cast the lure.

MAKE ME FEEL AGAIN Part 12

“STARCHILD!!!”

Vinneketh startled everyone in the Chamber with his awakened shout. Demon held him close to quiet him down. “Hush, Treasure. What about StarChild? Did you see something?”

“He is in danger!! We must help him!!”

“We’re not going anywhere until you have fully recovered.”

“Demon!!”

“I will not risk your health in such a way.”

“Then go by yourself! I will join you when I am able. Please, Beloved. He needs you now.”

Demon opened his mouth to protest but one look in his husband’s eyes stopped him. “Very well, Treasure. I will go. I owe those assassins for what they’ve done to you anyway. Now they’ve all but ensured my wrath. They will burn.” He kissed his husbands hand before disappearing in his flames.

Back on Earth, collective concern was growing between Nikki, Heather and Eric. “Don’t you think he should’ve come back by now?” Eric asked, looking out his window again. “I do.” Heather agreed. “He knows how important it is that we not stay here very long. I don’t like this at all. Something’s wrong.” Nikki just sat in his seat with his head hanging low and his arms crossed. His leg began to shake from his growing anxiety. “Dammit..not Princess..”

“Demon’s here!!”

Eric ran off the bus to welcome him with Heather following. “It’s great to see you! How’s Vin? Is he alright? Are you here to help us? We think Paul’s in trouble! He went to visit Ace and he hasn’t come back! You don’t thi--” Demon settled his hyperactive bandmate with a hand placed on his head. “Relax, little Fox. Yes, Vinneketh is fine. Yes, I’m here to help. And unfortunately yes, Paul is in trouble. Vinneketh sent me here because he had a vision.” Heather frowned. “Did he see anything that can help?” Demon shook his head. “He only told me that he is in danger, and that’s enough for me. We’ll have to figure out the rest on our own.”

“Or maybe not.”

Nikki stepped off the bus with an infuriated look on his face. He moved past the others to confront Slash, who was walking up to the bus casually with his hands in his pockets and a cigarette in his mouth. “You got a lot of fuckin’ balls just comin’ here like you haven’t done nothin’. What the fuck do you want?”

“YOU!!”

Demon grabbed Slash by his collar, his eyes burning with rage. “WHERE IS STARCHILD?! IF DON’T TELL ME I SWEAR TO THE GODS BELOW THAT I WILL MAKE YOUR SUFFER UNTIL YOUR DYING BREATH!!” Slash barely reacted, even with the brimstone smoke seeping from Demon’s mouth invading his nostrils. “Careful~” A strange noise made Nikki grab Demon’s shoulders and pull him back before a rattlesnake hidden in Slash’s jacket could sink its fangs into him. “If you’re gonna be rude than I’ll just be on my way.” Nikki scoffed. “Just tell us, asshole. Cause I’m pretty sure I couldn’t hold him back if he went for you again.” Slash handed them a white envelope sealed with gold wax. “Congrats. You’re all invited to a special party on Hanoi. And you..” he pointed to Nikki. “..and your Crüe buddies are the guests of honor. So take my advice and RSVP as soon as possible, cause your boyfriend’s in a bit of a fragile state..and the host has no tolerance for being stood up.” Demon snatched the envelope and opened it, finding a photo of StarChild’s terrified face solidified in stone. It quickly melted in his fiery grip. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?!” Slash just held up his hands. “It’s not me you should be askin’. We’re just the hired guns. Our client’s got plans of his own now. Better get a move on~” He turned and walked away as casually as he walked up. Heather was just about to blow her top. The nerve of that guy!! If only she had her powers..she would’ve put a hell of a curse on him!! She turned and glared daggers at Nikki. “This has gone far enough. You’re going. You’re going to save him. And you’re going to make this right.” Demon raised an eyebrow. “Am I missing something?”

“He and his friends are the ones the assassins are really after! You just got caught in the crossfire! And now they’re using poor StarChild as bait! There’s no doubt in my mind that their ‘client’ is Hanoi’s Prince. He’s gone crazy and he needs to be stopped. I think..I heard Red Lotus say something about the Sisterhood going to Hanoi before and helping them..” Demon nodded. “They did. But they were blocked off from returning by a barrier.” Heather sighed. “The Sisterhood’s magic is good..but Fae magic is far more powerful. We’ll need Sphynxia’s help. Demon why don’t you go with them? Eric can take me back to KISSteria so I can tell the Sisters what’s happening.” Demon set the envelope on fire and cast it aside. “I’d like to see them stop me.” Nikki slowly backed away. “I’ll..just go get the others..” Eric’s hand began to shake as he took Heather’s. “Please be careful. I dunno what Vin and I would do if we lost both of you..” Demon patted his head again. “Nobody is going to be lost. Not if I have anything to say about it. We’ll do our best to stall them until you bring help.” Heather smacked his shoulder. “Just make sure you can keep your temper in check until that time comes, Demon Man~”

“I’ll try. That’s the best I can do.”

“Do it for Vin~”

Demon watched as they disappeared in a flare of orange energy. The Crüe stepped out of the bus, Mick with his guitar, Nikki with his bass, Vince with his microphone and Tommy with his drumsticks tucked under his arm. “I assume you’re ready to go.” Vince nodded. “This shit’s been hangin’ over our heads long enough. It’s time to go end it.” With one last nod Demon transported them all to Hanoi.

M sat upon his throne, looking at his new StarChild statue with wicked glee. “Not to worry, dear Prince..your precious Anarkian will come for you..then perhaps I will force you to watch me obliterate him~ Ohhh..such sweet suffering~” With no small amount of effort, Nicholas managed to slip past his guards and leave the Palace in search of the new arrivals.

“I’m going to save you, Michael..even if it kills me.”

To be Continued!!

#Shandi's drabbles #Shandi's KISSteriaverse #StarTerror Saga #the Crüe's got tough decisions to make #Heather ain't havin no more shit!!#M revels in the misery

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chronicsyd · 5 years

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You Wanted It the WHOLE Time!

So I’ve seen a lot of theories floating around about Virgil and Deceit (+ making a mini one of my own) but something that I wanted to look back on was the video after watching the whole thing through.

Because at the end Deceit says two things,

“Like I said, “Everything has a purpose.” And you’re denying yours.”

“STOP STALLING AND ADMIT IT! What AM I doing here right now Thomas? Am I the snake come to trick you into sinning? Or have you had your mind made up since the MOMENT you received the news about the callback?”

And looking back over the video you can tell that Thomas (and Roman) had their minds made up from the very get go. Of course there’s the whole “Deceit needs to step up his game” and all that stuff but where this whole thing starts for me is when Deceit says the call should be higher than a social engagement.

And then the camera shows Roman

Who looks like he’s doubting himself and what seems to be “right” (well what morality says is right. I’ll get to the decision later on)

And then Deceit asks Thomas point blank, “Do you want the part in the movie or not?”

This gets a surprised look out of both Roman and Thomas

Because if there’s anything that we’ve seen with the series is that there’s quite a bit of beating around the bush when it comes to the problem at hand. And Thomas has never been in a situation where the question has been asked in his face.

Because of this he looks over at Roman, unsure of what to say.

To which Deceit asks again,

“Do you want the part or not?”

Because the question he’s asking is actually not that hard. It’s a yes or no question, simple as that.

Thomas still looks unsure but Roman immediately answers on Thomas’s behalf saying “of course he does.” Because Roman knows that Thomas does and Deceit knows it as well.

To which Patton seems surprised that Roman would say something like that because we all know how much Thomas cares for his friends and yea has put their needs above his own. (I mean that was like episode 4 of the series or something?) And he says that Thomas has already made a commitment and that Thomas wouldn’t even THINK about not going.

To which, Thomas gives Patton this look,

Which should be just confirmation to Deceit at this point of not wanting to go. Thomas wants SO BAD to believe that Patton is right and he wants to support his friends. But he knows that that’s NOT true. And Deceit knows that that’s not true.

Because after Patton makes a big speech about how wrong it would be to miss it Thomas’s “yea…” is about as confident as me taking a Spanish test. Because Deceit smirks right after that.

He knows he’s right from the get go. And it’s only a matter of getting the other sides (and Thomas) to realize this face on. (is that how that should be worded? Whatever, just roll with it) And then there’s the whole “I don’t know anything about words” yadda yadda.

And then Romans counter argument of things… “coming up” and if I were to be honest, I’m sure that Thomas’s friends would be totally understanding of a once in a lifetime opportunity that will most likely never happen again.

To which Virgil asks if he REALLY is siding with Deceit on the argument. And Roman asks is Virgil is so “closed minded” that he can’t reason with someone just because he doesn’t like them? And while I do have an entire thought on the matter, I think that Virgil is just trying to get Deceit to leave and the fact that Roman is agreeing with him is just agitating for Virgil.

Moving on, Thomas starts voicing his “I’d rather go to the callback” but it’s more of a question because he’s unsure of how the others will take it. And Patton is immediately freaking out because Thomas is thinking about it and he says that “he wouldn’t be here if Thomas actually meant what he is saying.”

Well… that is true to an extent but I think that we should keep in mind here that morality is here because of the conflicting dates and really nothing more than that. Because Thomas starts his “of course you’re right you’re my heart and I know this is wrong” spiel. But Deceit realizes that he is also here and that has to mean SOMETHING because if Thomas really HAD made up his mind than the video would have been over in 5 minutes with little to no conflict.

And Deceit now realizes that he has to PROVE his point to the others so he sends them to the mind palace in a legal setting because… why not this is Thomas’s mind after all.

Thomas… kinda being slow on the uptake is confused as to what’s going on so Patton explains that “Deceit’s trying to prove that Thomas cares more about himself than others.” And once AGAIN Thomas looks unsure of himself. Wondering if he should be siding with Patton in all this.

Alright I’m gonna skip ahead a bit because there’s mostly tom foolery until this next part.

Patton says with the absolute confidence that Thomas is “Not Guilty” and Thomas is very hesitant about this. And Deceit says that Thomas has the confidence of someone who has been caught with their hand in the cookie jar, in a cookie factory, his pants on the ground, and they’re on fire. (btw can someone please draw that I’d LOVE to see it!)

And skipping again,

“I am rubber, you are glue. Whatever you say bounces off to me and sticks to you. That is all.”

Actually that has nothing to do with anything I just thought that was REALLY funny!

So Deceit’s first witness is Logan because it’s never a full SS video without him. And something I find interesting here is that Deceit thinks that Logan will be on his side no questions asked because he knows Logan’s feelings towards Thomas and his friends. And when Logan says that Thomas has more to lose missing the wedding Deceit is surprised. But after asking what Logan alone thinks, it’s the callback that’s more important.

Now after Patton’s rather… pathetic bribery to Logan Virgil tries to step in for Patton saying the court thing is rigged to which Deceit replies, “It takes a liar, to know a liar.” While looking from Virgil to Thomas. And Virgil just looks at Deceit with more confusion than anything else. Basically he’s calling the both of them liars but right now I’m focusing on the Thomas thing.

And you can see Virgil getting more irritated with Deceit not letting Patton go because I really think that Virgil didn’t think that Patton could pull this off from the get go. And as it’s seen that Patton CLEARLY isn’t going to win this, his anxiety goes up and hides in his hoodie.

Ok skipping again,

Deceit gets to Roman and we already know how Roman feels about this thing. And you can tell he’s trying his best to defend Patton, Thomas, Mary-lee, and Lee. Buuuuttt things aren’t really working out that way. And Deceit actually makes the good argument of “putting others wants over our own.” (Which again Thomas and Patton went over but I digress)

Ssssssssssssssuck up!

And now we have Patton questioning Deceit. The uhh “big guns” of this whole court room scenario if you will. And Thomas looks upon Patton with concern/worry,

And I just think this is because Patton doesn’t have any questions that Deceit won’t have an acceptable answer for but all those answers will put Patton’s argument down the toilet. And then we get through the whole “Society is a lie” philosoohy lesson with Deceit. And the Max Stirner thing which ohhh….

Now Deceit starts questioning Thomas and is point blank calling him out again “you don’t want to go to the wedding at all do you?”

And Thomas starts grasping at straws trying to sound like a good friend but he’s lost this battle at this point. Which Deceit shoots back with “Roman wants me to win” which in it of itself could sound like Deceit grasping at straws but from Romans reaction and Deceit’s quote, “Like I said, “Everything has a purpose.” And you’re denying yours.” He knows that this is what Roman wants for Thomas and he’s been battling Patton and Virgil this entire episode.

And then he gets to the end of his rope, “STOP STALLING AND ADMIT IT! What AM I doing here right now Thomas? Am I the snake come to trick you into sinning? Or have you had your mind made up since the MOMENT you received the news about the callback? You didn’t even forget about the wedding did you? It was all an act-’’

And here is where Thomas snaps, finally being called out on his true desires. “FINE I WANNA GO TO THE CALLBACK!”

And Patton is of course surprised by this outburst by Thomas. Not thinking that Thomas would be “selfish” and put his needs above his friends,

And they all know that Thomas is guilty and Roman sentences him to the wedding which was the WRONG move. Thanks Roman. And his argument is “he wouldn’t dream of attaining his dreams through deceitful means” (I’m about to get into a tangent about this if I don’t stop myself so I’ll just move on.)

And Deceit believes that Thomas is still missing the point of what Deceit is trying to say. And he’s going about several different methods of trying to get the message across in a way that the others will understand. But he can never really get what he wants to say out because the others are like “get out”.

So with that, Deceit leaves Thomas with one final message. “I’ll always be a part of you.”

(Btw, I want Deceit merch.)

(WHOOO this was long! And painful! And wow! I definitely have more thoughts about this episode but those will have to be for a later post. Bu-bye!)

#roman sanders #thomas sanders #theory #deceit sanders #snake #logan sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides #virgil sanders #looooong post

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Renewed Vows, Overpowering Love

Thank you so much for the support and the patience as always, @breeachuu! I hope you like it! ;v;)

Summary: It’s been almost 10 years since Henry and Nidra came to terms with their feelings -- since they had married, so to say. They never actually gotten around into having a proper ceremony, but that was about to change if it depended on Henry and Nidra’s closest friend, Queen Robin.

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The sun rose shyly in the sky as dawn started to break -- the idyllic rays of light shone through leaves, windows and roofs alike, illuminating the small yet bright flocks of dust as though they were morning stars.

The air itself felt more clean to the lungs, result of the previous week filled with rainfall. The water had washed the land in such a way that it grew anew under the people's feet.

Waking up to such array of sensations, especially beside the man who had made all of her dreams come true for the past decade, made Nidra almost feel like crying first thing in the morning.

She woke up with the chirp of birds, with the song of the leaves dancing with the morning breeze -- with the sound of laughter of her own children trying to keep quiet so as not to wake their parents up. The manakete clutched her heart with emotion, watching as Henry slept peacefully beside her once she sat up on their bed. His hair had grown a bit over the last few years, but he always made sure to cut it at around the same length; not to mention that his complexion underwent very little changes in these past 10 years they've been together.

"Well, not exactly a round ten per se, that one is tomorrow," she mumbled to herself, taking a few strands of hair from her husband's eyes. "Still, it IS mind-boggling to see that you haven't changed a bit, or at least very little, in all those years, my love." She whispered more to herself than to her sleeping consort, but a smile growing on his lips betrayed his 'pretending to be asleep' act.

"I was born with this face, you know? Nyaha!" He chuckled, rubbing sleep out of his eyes before stretching his body. "You shoulda seen me when I was a kid -- oh wait, you already have! I had this same face too, see?" He pointed with both indexes to his smile, making the manakete giggle before closing in for a morning kiss.

"I do see it; it never fails to surprise me." She said by his lips, breathing the same air as he.

"I'm serious, you know? If we ever have another kid -- one who looks like me this time -- you'll see it! I'll bet I was even born laughing instead of crying, nyaha!"

"You buffoon," Nidra nudged his shoulder, leaning her forehead against his. "You've only been drinking your life-extending potion for less than two years, and still look as young as you did a decade ago-"

"ALMOST a decade, ey? We're having our anniversary tomorrow! Is the dragon age catching up to you, I wonderr?" He said playfully, slowly wrapping both arms around his wife's waist. She once again nudged his shoulder, but this time with more strength. "Oof! Hey! I didn't even call you old-"

"Not another word!" She squashed his cheeks with both hands, making him do a fish face as his lips open and closed helplessly between her fingers.

"Yu'roldjie aja gwanny buj I shtill wuv you!" He managed to say as his body shook with mirth, Nidra's increasingly red face making him laugh even harder.

"Who's old as a granny? I am older than those, as well!" She said with an odd sense of pride, letting go of her husband's face so as to flick his forehead. Henry fell dramatically on the mattress, laughing so hard he held his stomach.

"Nyaha! You're the BEST, Ni-Ni!"

The morning progressed slowly: since only Nidra, Henry and their youngest children were at home at the moment, they simply shared an early breakfast and went about with their business -- the kids to the yard behind their house to collect berries, the adults to enjoy a nice shade watching them.

Meliodas and Cynthia had gone to the palace the previous day to stay the night there, meaning to return the following evening. They had to be back for their parents' 10th wedding anniversary, after all!

Although that was the plan, Nidra felt her son approaching from the sky much earlier than intended -- it was barely past noon once her eldest child landed up on the hill and quickly made his way down.

"Mother, Father! I've returned, but this time as a high-end courier!" He smiled brightly, running towards his parents who sat each on their own rocking chair placed right outside, towards the hill. In his hand lay a letter with the royal seal, more specifically, the Queen's seal.

"Oh, from Robin?" Nidra lifted both hands to receive the message, a tender smile upon her face. She missed the timing whence Meliodas winked to Henry as she carefully opened the envelope. "My, she truly wrote this as official-looking as possible!" She mused, perusing the detailed calligraphy and high-quality paper.

"What does it say?!" Henry jumped behind Nidra's chair, accidentally rocking it before he held it by its armrests so he could read the contents.

"I'm so very curious, as well. She forbade me from opening it as she handed it to me, the seal still hot! May I read it with you?" Meliodas approached carefully, not knowing from which of his father's shoulders to peek from as Nidra never took her eyes off of the letter.

Her smile grew until her eyes burned. "That Robin, always so attentive." She sniffled, handing the letter upwards, to whomever wanted to read it. Henry snatched it from her hands, leaning on Meliodas so the both of them could read what they already knew. "She asked us to--"

"Ohhh, juicy! Spend the night at the castle so we can all have a nice wedding-anniversary breakfast with the whole gang!" Henry cut his wife off, his smile too large to contain. Suddenly, he frowned, pensive, and looked up. "Huh? Aren't those things usually celebrated during diner? Why a breakfast?"

Nidra ran her fingers through the carefully woven chair, smiling fondly. "Before you started working on a cure for my narcolepsy, I mentioned to her that I truly envied those who could enjoy a nice breakfast with their comrades since I usually either overslept and missed them or would fall asleep during the act and attend it only halfway. I truly did not think she would remember such a tiny detail..."

"Ohhh," Henry and Meliodas nodded concomitantly, exchanging meaningful glances. "You sure are loved, huh, Ni-Ni?" He smirked to his son as he patted his wife's head; the manakete boy almost giggled aloud, but managed to simply chuckle and take a deep breath.

"Shall we get ready to go, then, Mother? Father?" He opened both arms.

"We shall." Nidra got up, stretched herself and breathed long and hard. "Could you bring the children inside? I shall prepare their bags for the journey."

"Aye aye!" Henry smooched his wife as she walked past him (receiving a well-deserved kick on the shin) before following his eldest son towards the bushes the children were playing at. "Did Cynthia stay behind forr... something particular?"

Meliodas snorted. "Nay. She's beside herself with excitement; not a good secret-keeper like that."

"Nyaha, that sounds like our Cyn-Cyn."

The bush in front of them moved before a green-haired head popped from inside. "Me-me?" Little Cynthia smiled widely, her entire face smeared with berries.

"GYAHA," Henry threw his head back in laughter, "didja miss your mouth and spread fruit all over your face, kiddo?" He opened his arms so the little girl could jump into his hug. "Here, let Dad wipe it all for you." He said as he reached for a handkerchief inside his pocket, promptly cleaning Cyn's face.

"There're more this way, Cyn- Oh, big bro!" Meli was midway to pointing towards a further bush when he lifted his head to see his older brother. "There're sooo many tasty fruit there! Let's go pick 'em!" He smiled widely, one of his front teeth missing.

"No can do, Meli. C'mere with big brother, hmm? We're going to visit Morgs and Luci!" He said excitedly, pleasantly watching as the boy's expression brightened.

"We're going to the castle?! Yayy!" He jumped into Meliodas' chest. "Now? Today?!"

"Today, indeed!" Meliodas got up, securing his younger self in his arms. "When we get there, I'll have a very important mission for you..."

Since Cyn was still too young to fly (as was Meli, but he could already handle a short flight or two), the family went to the castle by foot; arriving at the late afternoon.

From one of the large windows, Cynthia watched them walk in. Her heart almost jumped out of her throat. "Luciiiii, let me go see them, please! pretty pretty please? I promise I won't say anything!" She paced around the room like a caged animal -- a very excited animal -- finally shaking her friend by her shoulders.

"You know I cannot allow that, Cynthia! Mother's words were clear: we've been planning all of this for MONTHS; we can't have a single thing go wrong -- nor can we let Aunt Nidra to realize everything we've been doing at the very last day! You are confined into this room until tomorrow."

"But I wanna see Motherrrrrrr," Cynthia dramatically fell onto the ground, holding her friend's skirt. "Lemme seeee herrrr, I wanna hug my Father tooooo," she cried, rubbing her face into Lucina's legs.

Weak to younger-sibling-slyness, it took everything Lucina had to look up to the ceiling, away from her wailing friend. "I shan't be swayed! Tomorrow is far too important to let everything go to waste now!"

"Grrr, I need to think up of a better way to--" she gasped loudly. "I CAN FLY! LEMME JUMP FROM THE WINDOW!" She quickly let go of her friend and ran towards the large stained glass window, but Lucina herself was quite fast, rapidly managing to immobilize her manakete friend.

"Don't make me tie you up to this bed, Cynthia! You stay here!"

"Nnnnoooooo...!" Cynthia lifted her hand upwards dramatically, then made it limp beside her lifeless body. "I won't be able to sleeeeeep..."

Sighing as she noticed that her friend seemingly stopped fighting back, Lucina relaxed her grip. "Just bear with it for a while longer, Cynthia; I beg you. Tomorrow you WILL be there to welcome Ni-Ni, um... Aunt Nidra, after all."

Cynthia kicked her feet in excitement, her body trembling with energy all over again. "I know! And I can't wait!"

In another corner of the castle, Robin had instructed all the staff to smoothly guide Nidra away from the east wing, which they did quite subtly -- the manakete was received so warmly like always that she barely noticed how she didn't even touch the eastern garden and got through the western one instead. Well, the living quarters were situated at the west wing, so she didn't have any reason to suspect not being shown the eastern side. What was odd to her was how Cynthia's presence remained upstairs despite them having arrived quite some time ago -- there was no way the young manakete missed feeling four other dragons entering the castle; especially not after Nidra taught her how to sense presences.

Still, she knew how her daughter could be -- once she put her mind into something, she would be so focused on it she would lose track of time and place, so it wasn't ALL that uncommon. Just a nudge at the back of Nidra's head.

Like it usually happened whenever they visited, Nidra went to Robin's study to talk, feeling closely at home at that familiar balcony where she landed the week after Robin married, almost twelve years ago.

Her friend had aged well -- she still looked young, but with a firm chin and a wise gaze to go with her poise. She had grown into a magnificent Queen, down to her mannerisms and habit to issue orders. It warmed Nidra's heart to watch her already wonderful friend grow into an even more impressive ruler.

During their conversation, Robin would find Nidra lost in thought more often than not -- lost into the memories of their times together, and how much they shaped who the both of them were today.

"How much you mean to me, my friend. How, how very much." Nidra commented all of sudden, her eyes welling up with emotion. "Thank you so very much for remembering such a tiny detail of what I offhandedly mentioned almost a decade ago... It means the world to me. To have someone remember something about me that's often lost into my endless existence... Ah, Robin, how much I treasure that!"

The Queen smiled softly, her expression lines shaping her face into a motherly look. She grasped her friend's hand, caressing it with her thumb. "I'll remember you for the rest of my days, Nidra. Even after that, as my children grow and keep mine and your memories alive -- as you watch over them and make yourself a constant within my bloodline. I'll always be with you, no matter how far you or I go."

Nidra blinked so as to shoo the tears away, holding Robin's hand with both of hers. "And be present I shall, Robin. As I've promised before, I shall say it again -- I will be there for your children, and their children. I'll watch over them for you."

It was Robin's turn to feel misty-eyed, but she managed to blink it away and smile. "Look at us, making promises for the future when we're a night of sleep's away from your anniversary. Let us not behave like old grannies and enjoy the present, yes? We have the rest of our lives to reminisce."

"Right you are, my friend. As always; right you are." Nidra chuckled, drying a few stray tears from her cheeks. The night had already covered the land like a blanket that waited to be lifted come morning.

Unaware of whatever machinations were going on inside the castle, Nidra went to bed with Henry a bit after midnight -- the children had gone to sleep with young Morgan and Luci in their rooms, so it was only the couple for the night, like it hadn't been for a long time. Henry made an off-handed comment about being alone to 'dingle-dangle', but received a very embarrassed slap on the chest before Nidra snuggled her face on his to sleep.

Well, Henry thought, not like I'm gonna catch a wink anyway, nyaha! He held his wife closely, caressing her back up and down ever so slowly, like a unspoken lullaby.

The manakete fell asleep right after, safe in her husband's arms.

Yet, when she woke up, they weren't there to welcome her to the waking world. Frowning as she rubbed sleep out of her eyes, Nidra yawned widely as she sat up and groggily looked around the room. Everything looked right in place, apart from a wooden mannequin placed right beside the old full body mirror at the back of the room.

"What...?" She squinted, her vision still a bit blurry from sleep. The light coming through the expensive window was as idyllic as the previous day's, but now it slightly blinded her to what was in front of her very eyes: it was a wedding dress.

True, it was not a frilly dress with a huge ball-gown skirt, no. It was made with a very thin and light fabric, trumpet shaped and strapless -- though it had very, very long sleeves, long enough to trail behind her as she wore it. Taking a closer look, she could see that there was a cut in the long skirt, allowing her more movement without being crass; her leg could be seen all the way to her thigh, but since the skirt had so much thin fabric, it would look as though she was flying-

"Oh, so that's why the sleeves are so long... my wings." She whispered as she touched the fabric, not realizing she had already gotten up to see the dress up close. It had so many little, hand-sewn details from the tube top to the waist, then all the way through the sleeves as well as on the intricate back. It was a true masterpiece, carefully made for Nidra herself. And only her.

Feeling like she was walking inside a dream -- her feet felt as though she stepped on cotton -- Nidra looked around the room once again, time moving much slower than before. She saw so much more color than before, though nothing had actually changed. It was as though the sun reflecting through the stained glass painted the entire room in rainbows and stars, bringing her so much emotion she couldn't help but sob.

So that was the reason why Robin had sent such a formal letter -- but that didn't seem like it was only her friend's doing...? Confused, overwhelmed and emotional, the manakete stood still, her hand never letting go of the dress as she tried to understand the rush of emotions going through her heart.

She failed to notice the careful footsteps by the door as it carefully opened. She failed still to notice when her husband slipped inside and opened his arms. "Phew, I gotcha still in your pajamas!" He huffed, his usually pale face bright red from running. "I had to fly back home to bring these! Can't have a manakete wedding without our jewels, ey?" He flashed the jewels Nidra had made him over a decade ago, carefully woven into necklaces. "I'm glad I got to be the one to put it on you, nyaha," his breath was still shaky, but he managed to smile as he walked to his wife and put the necklace on her. "Happy anniversary, Ni-Ni. I knew asking Robin to help with your dream wedding was the right thing to do."

Blinking, it took Nidra a full minute to tear her eyes away from the dress to her grinning husband. Once she took a full look at him, she realized he wore a tuxedo -- not a black or purple one as she was sure he'd prefer, but a dark green one, complete with a rainbow colored handkerchief by his chest pocket.

The male manakete color scheme; to call upon the females with his intricate scales and battle prowess.

Seeing how she eyed his outfit, Henry smiled and Nidra could almost see him being bashful. "I'm not a dragon (and boy do I wish I were!) but 'least I could borrow the colors to match my wife!"

Nidra opened and closed her mouth like a fish, making Henry remember the previous morning and giggle before wrapping his arms around her waist. "It's okay, take your time to take it all in." He patted her back, used to giving her space to digest things through.

A few minutes later, Nidra managed to mumble a "how" and a "when", her brain a complete knot.

"You won't believe how many people Robin got into this! It'd be better to show you, though," he smiled, his thin eyes showing a tiny bit of expression lines -- age and wisdom, the same ones she saw in her friend just the previous night.

So he did change a little bit in these ten years.

"Do you want help with the dress? I mean with the undressing part," he wiggled his eyebrows, sure to make her work after making a dirty remark.

It did wonders to bring Nidra back to reality, though it cost him an aching shin. "Worth it!" He said as she made him wait outside while she got into that wonderful dress.

The more she did, the less real it felt. It wasn't as though she had always wanted a wedding ceremony. Her memories of those usually meant that she would be left alone, or at least left aside. Back when she was young, she witnessed a wonderfully large party that's marked her for eternity. Then, there was Robin's, which also dug deep into her, though that time she could be open with her friend and tell her what she was feeling.

There were other parties the Shepherds threw for some of their members' marriages, but it wasn't as though Nidra wanted to have one for herself.

What she wanted were the memories and feelings conveyed in those ceremonies. She wanted to hear the promise from her husband's lips, a bit more official-like than what he usually did (though she could still live without it for the rest of her days since he already gave her so much), and to be congratulated by her friend and family... to announce her love proudly and show it to the world that she was happy.

She was finally, truly happy.

"Aw, Ni-Ni! No need to cry so early! There're so many opportunities for you to cry later!" Henry giggled as she left the room in tears, helping her with her wild hair before escorting her to the eastern side of the castle.

They all knew that although Nidra got used to being around humans, it wasn't as though she enjoyed large crowds, so they kept it all small: at an ancient chapel right behind the walls of a forgotten garden at the east wing, they would formalize Nidra and Henry's marriage for the first time in ten years.

The place overflowed with antique energy, the forest consuming most of the columns and arches, making it an ideal place for a manakete to roost at. Vines and multi-colored flowers sprouted naturally from the old stonework, complementing the floral decoration Cynthia and Meliodas worked hard at.

At the center of the altar, there laid a Naga's Bell, the largest one Nidra had ever seen.

Widening her eyes, she tried to take it all in: she saw her friends and family scattered about the natural garden, all wearing different degrees of smiles. She saw Cyn and Meli dancing with Morgs and Lucina right in front of the paved corridor as the girls carried small baskets full of flower petals while the boys shared a large velvet cushion.

Cynthia spotted her parents coming in first and let out a loud squeal. "Mother!! You look amazing! Happy anniversary! Happy marriage! Gods I'm so excited I- whoops!" She rambled on as she ran towards her mother, tripping on a nearby root and landing right in Nidra's arms. "Nice catch!"

"Oh, my darling child... you look stunning as well. A short dress much like a flower in bloom." Nidra managed to speak, her words outpacing her thoughts. "And your sister is wearing a miniature of the same dress, oh Naga, she looks so adorable." She clutched her chest, misty-eyed. Young Meli wore a miniature tuxedo to match with Henry while Meliodas wore a long, silver coat-tail with platinum ends to signify his wings. He welcomed his mother, father and sister with open arms.

"Mother! You do not know how hard it was to keep all of this a secret from you!" He laughed, squeezing them all in his hug.

Her mind slow, Nidra looked from her husband to her daughter, then to her son. "Indeed... How did you keep it a secret? Cynthia is not much of a secret-keeper..."

"I did my best!" She puffed her cheeks.

"So did Lucina and Robin, Mother. They received the brunt of Cynthia's excitement whenever she was about to blurt it all by accident." Meliodas chuckled, placing a tuft of hair behind his mother's long ear. In a smooth movement, he took a step back to reveal his godmother and god sister.

Both Queen and Princess smiled fondly as the children danced around themselves. "Happy anniversary, old friend." Robin took Nidra's hands in hers, squeezing under her silk gloves. "I got you this time," she winked.

"That you did, you old fox," Nidra's chin trembled, her feelings finally catching up with what was going on. "Oh, give me a hug, Robin! Thank you so much for this." She pulled her friend into a bear embrace, squeezing the breath out of her.

"N-Ni-Ni, you're going to kill Mother-" Lucina blurted out as Robin started turning blue, but Nidra let go of her right after, her entire body trembling.

"I- We better start this before I start crying for three hours straight." Nidra sniffled, covering her mouth with one hand as Lucina tenderly took her turn in hugging her godmother.

Henry nodded beside her, his expression comically serious. "She means it. She WILL cry for three hours straight if you let her."

Robin guffawed, throwing her head back. "Ha! And you think I don't know that? Let's take our places quickly before Cyn scatters all the petals in that same spot she's in."

"Mommyyy! Cyn'll make the path pwetty for you!" The little girl waved, obediently not leaving her post as she had promised aunt Robin earlier. Luci worriedly tried to keep her friend to waste more petals than necessary, stealing a strangled laughter from the manakete bride.

Nidra tried with all her might to keep her tears from flowing, but flow they did -- she walked down the aisle alongside her husband as their children opened the way for them, their friends and found family waiting for them at the altar, whence the Naga's Bell hung magnanimously. Under it, Tiki used herself as a proxy for Naga's voice to call upon her dragon children so they could celebrate such a love-filled and heartwarming union.

Nowi, Nah, Cynthia, Meliodas as well as their younger counterparts all felt a strong current of power coursing through their veins, as though Naga had descended amongst them for a brief moment to touch upon Nidra’s jewel with a kiss. Both hers and Henry’s shone so brightly the next second, they had to close their eyes, not realizing they intertwined their fingers in a strong handhold.

For a moment, there was only silence, as though time had stopped simply for Henry and Nidra to look at each other and smile. “I love you,” they said in unison, Henry’s smile the truest Nidra had ever seen in the past decade.

He had grown so much since they first met -- he got in touch with his feelings more often and hardly ever masked them with a snicker, choosing to convey them to his wife instead. And at that moment, everything that he felt meant only that.

Love.

Overpowering and true love.

Nidra couldn’t keep the waterfall of tears away any longer, so she finally let them flow as freely as possible, a second after she wrapped both arms around Henry’s neck so as to tenderly seal their renewed promise with a kiss. He reciprocated for a moment, then snorted over her lips as he felt her shoulders trembling.

“D-don’t laugh!” She protested weakly as she slipped into his shoulder to hide her crying face. Henry, on the other hand, trembled with mirth.

“You’re so funny, Ni-Ni! I’m glad I married you for realsies now.” He patted her back as she grumbled something under her breath, trying to hide the huge smile that went with her tears.

All around them, their family and friends celebrated, throwing petals and rice on them. The children started dancing at the sound of the band which started playing a peppy tune, while the couples hugged themselves so as to take advantage of the atmosphere of love in the air.

Truly, Nidra couldn’t have been happier than on that day.

In truth, ever since marrying Henry for the first time, her life had only gotten exponentially happier. That only made her look forward to eternity beside her beloved, more and more each day.

For the technically newlyweds, life couldn’t actually return to normal -- it was as though they had returned to the early days of their marriage, always enjoying each other’s presence more than with other people. Robin even volunteered to keep the children in the castle for a few weeks or so to let the couple, ahem, renew their vows privately, but Nidra only allowed it for a couple of days at most.

Despite being a blushing bride, she was also a very clingy and proud mother. She didn’t want to part with her children for longer than necessary.

Which was why that, a bit over two months after their ceremony, it occurred to Nidra that she hadn’t transformed to take a nap under the tree atop the hill in quite a while. The fact only came to her mind while she was entangled in her future children’s scales as all of them took a family nap, Cynthia and Meliodas interlaced around each other, with their parents and younger siblings in their midst.

Alone in her waking, Nidra looked down to her sleeping husband, softly placing one hand over her chest.

Could it be? Could it truly be?

The manakete looked around herself -- quite literally surrounded by her family, and yet the expectation of being actually, well, expecting another member to complement it. She bit her lower lip, her eyes welling up with tears. What a great news to wake up to, she thought, snuggling into Henry’s chest. I wonder how I should say it when he wakes up.

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