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cardansriddle · 4 years

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Draco Malfoy x Granger!Reader- Forbidden Fruit

A/N: This was requested. I am trying to write all of your requests, thank you for sending them in! Some are taking longer to write because of the difficult context, so my apologies for those who are waiting.

Warnings: Torture, sad, semi-happy ending.

Summary: The reader is on a run with the Golden Trio when they stumble upon Snatchers who take them to the Malfoy Manor. Things get heated when Lucious recognizes the girl who has been on Draco’s mind while the Dark Lord was performing Lgeilimency on him.

Being on a run with the Golden Trio was probably not the brightest idea. But being Hermione Granger's little sister put me in danger, so after an emotional debate, we came to the conclusion that I would join her and the boys in the quest of defeating Voldemort. I knew going back to Hogwarts was not an option, since I was a muggleborn, but the reality of accepting the truth terrified me. All of this brought me to the situation I am in right now, arguing with the trio.

"I'm telling you this is a stupid idea! We will get caught as soon as we step a foot in there!" I yell, waving my hands around angrily. Hermione sides with me on this one, understanding the risk and the disadvantages of Harry Potter's ridiculously stupid plan.

"Do you have any other ideas? I saw this in my dream, we need to go there!" He shouts back at me and I try to refrain myself from punching his face.

"Merlin, you're dafter than Crabbe and Goyle! You-know-who will expect you to be there." I chuckle bitterly. Hermione puts a hand on my shoulder to calm me down, but I brush it off.

"Harry, she has a point, it's extremely risky..." Hermione trails off and I sense a 'but' coming, "But I can't lie, I was also thinking about going to the Godric's hollow," She says and I feel my blood boil once again. Harry's eyes light up and he looks at me hopefully. I shake my head in disapproval and he groans, running his hand through his hair. He looks at Ron, but he avoids his eyes, making it obvious he agrees with me rather than with his best friend.

I grin triumphantly. For the first time in his life, Ron made a sensible decision.

"Then Hermione and I will go, you two can stay here." He huffs before climbing in his bed.

"Absolutely not!" Both Ron and I object. Harry grins and I roll my eyes once I realize he knew we would not stay here.

Fuck him and his stupid scar that got us in this mess in the first place.

"Ok, off to bed all of you. Tomorrow we'll discuss this." Hermione sighs tiredly before kissing my forehead affectionately. I pull back and glare at her disappointedly, before laying down on my bed and facing away from her. I try not to overthink about the possibilities of tomorrow's events and drift off into a deep slumber.

I leave the Slytherin common room in a hurry, checking my wristwatch only to groan at the time. I am late to the D.A. meeting. Again.

Lost in my thoughts, I bump into a hard chest causing me to lose my balance. Before I can hit the ground, a hand wraps around my waist and pulls me back up. Once I regain my balance I look up to thank my saviour, but the words die on my tongue once my eyes land on the familiar face of Draco Malfoy. He pulls his hands away immediately once he realizes he caught me, and sneers.

"Watch where you're going, Granger." He spits and I roll my eyes in annoyance.

"Just move before I lose my patience and hex you, git," I reply and try to push past him, but he blocks my way. I look up at him in expectance, hoping he would get it over with so I could go. "Yes, Malfoy? I already know what you're going to say. That I am a stupid mudblood who doesn't deserve to be in Slytherin, bla bla bla. Let's not waste our time here." I put my hand on his chest and push him back harshly. He doesn't budge.

"Are you going to Potty's secret meeting?" He asks suspiciously. I furrow my eyebrows in fake confusion.

"I think you had too many Butterbeers." I say with an overly sweet smile and move past him successfully. I turn around to make sure he is not following me and grin triumphantly once I realize he left me alone. I slip into the Room of Requirements and am immediately greeted by the friendly faces of my friends. I avoid their questions about my whereabouts and start training.

As I fire a spell at Hermione, who dodges it easily, the room starts shaking. I glance at her in confusion and her face mirrors my expression. We all gather around the whall which is where the sound is coming from. Harry steps closer to the wall in order to peek at the other side.

I realize what is happening and immediately slip out of the room and make sure no one sees me. Dumbledore's Army is getting caught. If Umbridge would see me, a Slytherin there, things would get ugly, so I start sprinting towards my common room.

Before I can round around a corner, a hand reaches out and grips my arm before pulling me into an abandoned classroom. I try to scream but the other hand covers my mouth so my scream would be muffled.

"Be quiet, Granger, or do you want Umbridge to find you?" A familiar voice whispers in my ear and I turn around to see Malfoy standing in front of me with his signature sneer. "If you would turn around that corner, Parkinson would happily greet you with a hex." He drawls.

"So what? Am I supposed to thank you? Why did you pull me in here?" I ask and his muscles tens visibly. He clears his throat and avoids my eyes.

"I did not want your stupidity making us lose house points." He says and I scoff. Of course. Why else would he save my arse from Parkinson? I cursed the hopeful part of my brain which thought he did it for me. How naive of me.

I wake up to the voice of Hermione trying to wake me up. I assure her I am now wide awake and sit up groggily. I try to push the dream (which was actually a memory) I just had back.

While changing I cannot help but let my mind drift away to Draco. I know that he is on the side of Death Eaters, fighting amongst them against us, but a part of me keeps telling that it is involuntarily. The state that he was in the sixth year made it obvious. I remember how he isolated himself from everyone and barely threw insults my way. His mind was always somewhere else and he would constantly skip meals and disappear for hours. Hell, he even missed classes, which was unusual, since he was one of the best students. I remember my urge to approach him, comfort him, offer a shoulder to lean upon, but the status of my blood and the surname I was born with would always come in the way. I knew he would never let me close to him. He was the forbidden fruit I could never have.

After we pack everything we leave the tent. However, we stop in our tracks once we notice a group of men dressed in filthy clothes moving past us. I silently hope that they wouldn't notice us, but the leader does and raises his hands so the others would halt, and glances at us curiously.

"Run," Hermione whispers loud enough for us to hear, and we do not hesitate before breaking into a sprint. I dodge branches and the spells the men are casting my way while running, glancing back once in a while to check if any of them were close enough to catch me. I run like my life depends on it because it actually does. I realise I cannot see the trio and I start panicking slightly. I look around frantically trying to locate one of my friends, but my distraction causes me to stumble upon a fallen tree and I crash face-first into the ground. Before I can get up, the man behind me fires a spell and I feel ropes tightening around my ankles causing me to scream in frustration.

Two of the men pull me into a standing position as the leader approaches me, and only then I notice my friends being dragged behind him. I try to squirm out of their hold but they only tighten their grip. I kick one of the man's knee as hard as I can, and a small smile makes its way onto my lips when I hear his yelp as he falls on one knee.

"Fiesty." The leader who is now too close for my liking chuckles as his eyes dance over my features. His fingers trace over my cheekbones and I turn my face away from him.

"Go to hell." I hiss, but he only smiles in return.

"We're taking them back to Malfoy Manor. Who knows, maybe they'll be worth some galleons." He says and the others nod in agreement. I try not to let panic show on my face as my eyes connect with Hermione's and she seems to be thinking the same thing as I am.

Without a warning, they apparate us, and we are in front of the dark Manor which is enormous. A crazed looking woman with dishevelled hair opens the gate and I recognize her from the posters all around the place. Bellatrix Lestrange. Goosebumps rise on my skin as I recall the story of Neville's parents and try to shove the fear down. The man whispers something to her and her eyes fall upon us, observing each individual. Her eyes seem to linger on me for a moment too long before she smirks and lets us inside.

We are brought to the living room, where I see Lucius Malfoy and her wife standing in the corner, observing the situation. Then my eyes fall upon the familiar figure and my breath catches in my throat.

Draco.

His eyes find mine and I see an emotion flicker behind his cold eyes before he masks it and it's back to looking indifferent. I block the argument between the adults out as I stare at him. His eyes never leave mine as he grips his wand tighter, causing his knuckles to whiten.

"Isn't this the girl...the Dark Lord was talking about? The girl that was distracting Draco's thoughts?" Lucious asks, causing my head to snap in his direction. His eyes stay on me as he observes me with a sneer.

"The mudblood?" Bellatrix chuckles. "Is it true Draco? Did the Dark Lord see her in your thoughts?" His aunt asks him while her gaze stays glued to me. He gulps nervously before responding.

"Why would I care about a filthy mudblood?" He replies, venom dripping from his every word and I try not to flinch at his words.

"Are you quite sure, Draco?" His aunt taunts, "Let's put that to the test, shall we?" She smiles evilly before raising her wand. "Crucio!"

I drop to the ground in a second, excruciating pain spreading over my body like wildfire. I do not register the screams of my friends as I myself scream in agony. I shut my eyes close and pray to whatever higher power there is to end this nightmare. I feel like my bones are cracking everywhere, and at that moment, I wish for death to come and envelope me, for it would be better to die rather than go through this torture for another second.

"Enough." I hear a female voice say who I assume it's Narcissa. Bellatrix looks back in surprise at whoever dared to interrupt her and I physically do not have the strength to open my eyes or listen to the commotion around me. Before I know it, someone scoops into their arms and I'm being carried away. I cannot control the tears staining my cheeks, and try to muffle a sob.

"It's okay, I've got you." A familiar voice whispers and I lean my head on his chest, clutching my hand around his black suit. He gently places me on the hard ground, and I open my eyes to make sure I am not imagining it. "I'm sorry." He whispers as he starts muttering healing charms under his breath.

Suddenly an ear-deafening scream echoes through the Manor, and it takes me a second to realize it's my sister. I sit up quickly, immediately regretting doing so as I feel my ribs hurt from the sudden movement. My sister is being tortured...and I have no power to stop it. The thought burdens my mind and I force back the tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

I hear the metal bars opening before they close shut, and I look to see Harry and Ron laying on the ground. They both look very angry and upset as they look around helplessly before their eyes settle on me and the hunched figure next to me. Draco looks back at them and points his wand towards my friends.

"Move and I'll hex you." He threatens. Harry looks at me worriedly but I shake my head, silently begging him to not intervene. After all, Draco was healing me. They do not step towards me but stay put and continue watching as Draco turns back and focuses on me.

"Thank you," I whisper but he shakes his head.

"Don't thank me. This happened to you because of me." He snaps back and I can tell he is frustrated with himself.

"What did they mean when they said I was in your thoughts when Voldemort was invading your head?" I ask after a moment of silence. He sighs and runs his hand through his platinum blonde hair.

"Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to, Granger," Draco says and I scoff. He smiles at the action before running his fingers through my hair and my eyes closed involuntarily at the gentle and soothing action.

"Will she be ok?" Harry's soft voice echoes in the large basement and Draco looks up in surprise. He nods before resting his gaze on me and smiles. It feels like Harry and Draco form an unspoken truce after this brief interaction and Harry pulls a hesitant Ron away from us and they sit down and start whispering amongst themselves, undoubtedly planning an escape.

I raise my hand hesitantly and trace Draco's defined jawline and sculptured cheekbones as he leans into my touch. My palm cups his cheek and he hesitates before leaning in and capturing my lips in a gentle kiss. I kiss back immediately and despite being tortured moments ago, I feel like I'm on cloud nine as he embraces me.

"Draco!" Someone calls and he pulls back. He sighs tiredly and releases his hold on me.

"I'll see you soon, I promise. Try to stay alive, yeah?" He smiles sadly and pecks my lips one more time before standing up. He casts a lingering look my way before disappearing from my sight. I sigh at the emptiness I feel after he leaves and pray to Merlin that this would not be the last time I see him.

I just got my hands on the forbidden fruit, I could not bear losing him after years of hiding my love for the boy who had no choice.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 3 years

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Alive Again Part 2

Harry Potter AU

Link to Part 1

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M- smut

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Gravity…

Regulus had always been your gravity and you weren’t afraid to admit it. He had been your favorite playmate as a child. Growing up as the prim and proper daughter of a death eater and his wife; you had always been pampered. Your father was different with Evan than he was you. They expected other things out of your brother. To your parents, you were their precious little pet. You were the jewel that one night of passion created.

Regulus as no exception to this rule. When Evan would tell you to go away and stop pestering him. Regulus wouldn’t. He would always protest to your brother and let you stay.

He was your first kiss (you wanted to count the fact that both of you were 8 but it didn’t matter.) You were outside in Walburga and Orion’s back garden with Regulus one afternoon. The two of you lay playing with a ladybug that Regulus found. When the bug had vanished, Regulus scooted closer to you.

“I want to kiss you.”

You looked up from your place searching for the M.I.A bug.

“What?”

Regulus smiled.

“I want to kiss you like my daddy kisses my mummy.”

You frowned, considering Regulus’ words. In your little word, boys still had cooties but Regulus was different. He had always been yours.

“Okay.”

You replied as he stood up and pressed an innocent little butterfly kiss to your mouth.

Again...gravity...your world had balance again. You smiled at the memory as you stood with your arms wrapped around Regulus’ shoulders, you didn’t care how long the two of you had been kissing. You had three years' worth of time to make up for.

“You don’t know how long I have been dreaming of this. It was such a punishment knowing that you were alive and I couldn’t get to you.”

Regulus said in almost a low tone as he stroked any part of you that he could get his hands on.

“I wanted to die along with you. There is no one else.”

You said, letting Regulus see that your wedding ring was still exactly where he left it. Regulus quickly lifted you onto the nearby table and took his place between your legs.

“My wife.”

You nodded, enjoying the possessive tone in Regulus’ voice. You moaned against his mouth and fought the urge to tug on Regulus’ hair. His wandering hands stopped the moment that he reached your stomach. It was as if the turned on and desperate for attention side of his mind stopped and sanity returned. Regulus had forgotten all about the fact that you were pregnant when he.

“Our baby...what happened to our baby?”

Regulus questioned. You felt instantly guilty that you had totally forgotten Astaria.

“We have a daughter. Her name is Astaria. Oh, Reggie, she is so adorable. She reminds me so much of you. Let me go get her. She has been with your mother.”

Regulus stepped back. He looked immediately concerned.

“My mother?”

You nodded.

“She’s changed. Your mother fell apart after your father died and you went away. She loves Astaria very much.”

“Is she unkind to her?”

Regulus didn’t have to elaborate on his feelings to let you know what he meant. He was worried that Walburga may hurt the child the way that she did Regulus and Sirius as children.

“No, not at all. I couldn’t leave her, Regulus. She isn’t well and needs someone.”

Regulus didn’t look too convinced as he considered your words.

“I would like to see my daughter.”

You smiled and stepped from the room and motioned Walburga in. The older woman had been sitting with Astaria on her lap sleeping. She stood and walked toward you with a frown.

“What is it, my dear?”

You smiled. Walburga noted that it was strange to see you smile. She had grown so used to your serious solemn expressions that a smile was rare.

“I have something to show you. This will be a bit of a shock. I would recommend preparing yourself.”

You carefully reached out and took Astaria into your arms. The little girl yawned sleepily and whined about going to bed.

Walburga didn’t like surprises. Anytime that she had gotten one before it never was something that she wanted. Storming into the room, she froze the moment that her eyes met her youngest son.Regulus. Walburga’s hands went to her mouth. This was something that she didn’t expect. To her, her favorite son was dead now he stood.

“Hello, mum.”

“Regulus, how are you alive?”

Walburga managed to choke out before having to find herself a seat.

“Later.”

Regulus replied, calmly. As far as Regulus was concerned, he did his part by protecting his family. That should have been enough for Walburga (but he knew it wouldn’t be).

Regulus’ attention wasn’t on his mother. In fact, he forgot that Walburga Black sat in the room. His eyes were locked on you and the small child in your arms. She was everything that he expected his baby girl to be and then some. The little girl had his curly hair and your dainty features. She had his eyes and they were focused right on him.

Guilt...it was the feeling that was plaguing Regulus. When he had gone on that death mission, Regulus’ every intention was to come back. He tried to ignore the memory of you pleading with him to stay home You were due in a few short weeks to give birth. Now, look what happened….Regulus missed everything. He was trapped at the bottom of that damned lake in a vegetative state while you carried on without him.

You, meanwhile, felt relieved the moment that Regulus smiled. He looked at the little girl with awe-filled eyes. His normal cold demeanor had changed. He reminded you of the little boy that you had fallen in love with.

“Say, hi daddy.”

You said, softly. Astaria smiled at Regulus before shoving her face against yours. Both Walburga and yourself had shown the little girl photo’s of her father from the time she was born. You wanted to make sure that Astaria knew who her father was.

“That little smirk looked just like Evan.”

Regulus said as Astaria poked her head up. She heard Evan’s name and automatically thought that her uncle had come for a visit. You were thankful that the one thing that Evan seemed to care about was your daughter. When Evan could pull himself away from the fire whiskey bottle and the ankle that he was constantly grabbing for Voldemort; he would baby Astaria senseless. If the little girl made a peep about something that she wanted Uncle Evan got it.

“Daddy.”

Astaria said, holding her hands out for her father. Regulus gently took the toddler from your arms. You smiled as Walburga who strangely looked close to tears. The only time that you had seen Walburga cry was when Regulus and Orion “died.” You would see a flicker of sadness on her face whenever Sirius’ birthday came around (she would never admit it though).

You turned your attention back to Regulus. He was talking softly to Astaria. The little girl smiled before laying her head on his shoulder.

“I’ll put her in bed.”

Walburga said as she stood. She gently took Astaria from Regulus.

“We’ll talk later.”

She said to her youngest son. Walburga knew that Regulus needed time with his wife. She wanted to, however, make it known that her son would have a lot of explaining to do very soon.

Once Walbugra was out of the room, Regulus locked the door before turning to you.

“No where were we?”

You put your finger to his lips.

“I want some information. I’ve been without you for three years. Don’t I deserve more than what I’m getting.”

Regulus’ scowl intensified. You did deserve the truth but the less you knew the safer you would be. Regulus also knew that if you didn’t get what you wanted out of him, the subject would never be dropped. You wouldn’t let him touch you and Regulus was desperate for some friction.

“I’ll tell you just a little. Time to see how brave you are, love. The dark lord...he isn’t who we think. Y/n, things are a lot worse than we ever imagined. I found out some stuff about Voldemort that he didn’t want anyone knowing. Me being the sass king that I am called him on it and that is why I almost drowned. Love, do you know what a horocrux is?”

You nodded. Regulus leaned forward and pressed his mouth close to your ear as if trying to keep some big secret under wraps.

“So does Voldemort.”

Regulus leaned back and waited until you put the breadcrumbs together. Your mouth dropped.

“Regulus…”

“That’s all that I am telling you. Everything we believed. Everything that we were taught as children….it's a lie. Y/n, I have to keep you and our daughter safe. If he finds out that I am alive and that you know the truth...we are…”

Regulus ran his index finger over his neck as if cutting his throat.

You were still trying to take all of this information in. The realization that your life had been a huge lie was sickening. Your parents...your brother...believed in some lie.

“What are we going to do Regulus?”

Regulus walked behind you. His fingers slowly unzipped your evening gown.

“Right now, I am unzipping your dress. I am going to let it fall to the floor so I can see what lingerie you have hidden under there then I am going to make love to you.”

“Regulus…”

His hand slapped your behind making your yelp.

“We are safe right now. You know the security measures my mother has on this place. Now...where were we?”

“My lingerie has gotten a bit boring.”

You confessed as the evening gown hit the floor. Regulus bit his lip as he looked you over and began to unbutton his shirt.

“Black push up bra and lace thong...these are my favorites. I wouldn’t consider this boring.”

You quickly spun around as Regulus threw his dress shirt on the chair that Walburga had once occupied.

“Now come here.”

Regulus sat back down on the velvet sofa. You took your heels off before looking your husband over. He was still the same handsome Regulus Black. You were thankful that his athletic build hadn’t changed.

“I know that you heard me.”

Regulus said as he reached down to unzip his trousers. He gave you a devious little smile before raising an eyebrow.

“Come here, pretty girl.”

You didn’t waste any time before quickly climbing on your husband’s waiting lap.

“There. Much better.”

Regulus said, leaning up for a chaste kiss. You sighed against his mouth before Regulus leaned back. Reaching out you stroked his cheek before trialing your hand down his chest. Your eyes fell down to the dark mark that was still clearly visible on his left arm.

Regulus knew that your thoughts were quickly going away from the task at hand. He pulled you back to him, by the cups of your bra. You gasped against his mouth as Regulus kissed you feverishly. His left hand tangled in your hair as he sat up enough to start tugging his pants down.

“Take me, Reggie.”

You whined against his mouth. That was all that Regulus needed to hear. He carefully laid you back against the couch before tugging knickers down.

“As you wish.”

You cried out the moment that Regulus pushed in. He gave you all of five seconds to adjust to his size before pulling out enough to leave you gasping.

“Always such a good wife.”

Regulus cooed. You, meanwhile, were trying to keep your moans and gasps under control. Neither Regulus nor yourself had bothered with a silencing charm. The last thing that you wanted was for any of Walburga’s friends to hear you moaning from your husband’s touch.

“That was nice.”

Regulus said with a satisfied smile as the two of you lay snuggled on the couch. Neither of you had much of a drive to move from your previous position.

“Neither of us lasted long.”

You said with a yawn. Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“Remind me of our first time. We both made it like 3 minutes.”

“We have plenty of time.”

Regulus replied, leaning back into the couch.

“Maybe we should apparate to bed?”

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perfectharmonyloveschaos · 5 years

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Okay so I've been listening to Other Friends and Drift Away from the SU movie on loop for a couple days now (which was fueled further by both AnnaPantsu and Caleb Hyles releasing their covers God bless) and writing out my plans for my ongoing MoM!Sora to hammer out plot pieces and making sure everything fits neatly and like MoM!Sora being like Spindel hurts me sooo bad???

People constantly question how someone like Sora could ever seem as wacky and somewhat unstable at some points as the Master of Masters and I'm like?? SPINDEL!!!

Imagine Sora, a good hearted kid who has constantly given up his happiness for the universe, who threw away a chance at a normal life after KH1 AND KH2 because people (Riku/Roxas/Wayfinder Trio) needed him.

Imagine him suffering not only witnessing all his friends be murdered but then losing Kairi again all the while Xehanort gets off Scott free.

Imaging him wishing he ran the old fucker through with the X-Blade.

Imagine him realising he can't be with Kairi because his life must be exchanged for hers? Who has to accept the possibility of never seeing his friends who he all saved being happy and together? Who can't go home? Who never asked to be a keyblade wielder but had the responsibility unfairly shoved onto him while trained and qualified adults let him, a 14/15/16 kid, suffer so much and go through so much without help (YEN FUCKING SID I'M LOOKING AT YOU YOU HAT WEARING PENIS) or proper training aside from what he learnt himself through first hand experience? Who accepted the hurt of all those connected to him. Who was ridiculed and humiliated by his "friends" for not passing his Mark of Mastery despite it being rigged from the start? Who had all his feats and bravery beaten into the dirt and his self confidence knocked so much that he didn't think he could do anything without his friends beside him? Who never thought he was good enough? Who was betrayed (Riku/Donald &Goofy) and used/manipulated by so many to clean up mistakes that had nothing to do with him (Yen Sid/Mickey/Ansem the Wise)?

Much like how Pink Diamond being gone and replaced by Steven who didn't even know she existed was the breaking point for Spindel after all her suffering and mistreatment, I could see Sora somehow ending up in the past and realising everything he must do, all the suffering that must happen to innocents like him to assure that the 'good future' happens would be Sora's breaking point.

Imagine how utterly shattered Sora would be to learn that he has to be the one to make Xehanort. He has to start all this suffering, he has to let all this hurt happen.

Imagine him being forced to see, through his eye, all his friends suffering and dying and him losing Kairi again over and over and over again.

Imagine him realising that his new little family, his loving kids students that he has raised and taught everything he could so they could have what he never got, must be broken for the greater good.

Imagine him realising that he must send Luxu -- sweet, mischievous Luxu --out on his own for thousands of years so his eye can see everything so that everything can be set for him to actual bring about that best future.

Imagine him knowing from the start what will happen to his students and Daybreak Town and not being able to tell anyone ever.

Imagine him seeing all the keyblade wielders and having to live with himself over sending them to their deaths.

Imagine him crying every night for years.

Imagine the hurt being too much and the darkness starts to trickle in.

Imagine him keeping up a strong façade for his students and acting like everything is fine but it isn't. It's never been okay.

Imagine him beginning to fall into darkness and barely holding on because people need him people always need him but strands of his hair have begun to go silver and his eyes are speckled with gold and his fingers and arms start to go black and red like Aqua.

Imagine him having to start wearing the organisation coat to hide these signs and he nearly throws up when he has to give Luxu one because no no no no no no not Luxu please don't make him look like them-

Imagine he eventually learning that Luxu is Xigbar.

Imagine him making No Name and sobbing his eyes out and knocking over furniture and punching a wall hard enough to break bone but not caring because the pain of his heart hurts more.

Imagine him having a front row seat to see Xehanort stab and murder Kairi and hearing his younger self screaming and crying and forcing himself not to shout and break something because after all that time why her.

Imagine him making himself more funny and goofy because he has no idea how to cope and this ship runs on happy faces keep them happy keep them oblivious.

Imagine him making his movements and actions more dramatic and obvious to hide the injuries he gives himself when he sees a bad memory and hits the closest thing to him but doesn't want his students to know.

Imagine him having to write the misery of everyone he ever knew and all the suffering he had to go through over and over and over again multiple times for each Book Of Prophecies.

Imagine him seeing and experiencing everything every wielder of No Name goes through and picking up little habits because their hearts connected to the keyblade and he's connected to it.

Imagine him seeing Xehanort for the first time. Not old and bald, but a young, nervous teenager brought to Scala Ed Caelum.

Imagine him seeing all of Xehanort and Eraqus' chess matches and games and crying whenever he realises how their story ends.

Imagine him seeing Xehanort being given the Mark of Mastery and freezing because he felt proud of him.

Imagine him watching as Xehanort becomes older and twisted and obsessed with balance and seeing him become the monster that Sora knew.

Imagine time going on and he starts going by the title the people of Daybreak Town gave him because he isn't Sora anymore -- Sora is light and happiness and innocence and saving people and all he does is make people suffer and cause a war and create a monster.

Imagine him giving Ava her role and being completely serious with her because she always knew when he was upset and he'd probably break down if she asked him.

Imagine him seeing so much of his friends in the foretellers, which influenced him picking them.

Imagine him calling Ira 'Riku' accidentally or Ava 'Kairi' when she was sparring practice with Aced and he swung slightly too hard.

Imagine him never sleeping around the Foretellers because he had a nightmare once and he knows they heard him screaming before Invi managed to wake him up.

Imagine him originally created Chirithy to help with his own nightmares and then deciding to give all the wielders and foretellers ones so that in the future they won't suffer and be alone like he was.

Imagine him giving the Chirithy the mark of the Dream Eater and silver fur that reminded him of Riku because they will protect their wielders no matter what and dive into the darkness for them if they have to.

Imagine him giving them Kairi’s blue eyes and the pink pouch with the lux symbol which he based on her lucky charm because like her lucky charm the Chirithy will always be their for their wielders and give them strength and support..

Imagine him keeping Kairi's lucky charm on him all the time and squeezing it whenever he wants to stop the future and save all the wielders because he knows the future needs to happen.

Imagine him realising that he may one day see his friends again.

Imagine him realising he doesn't want to because he isn't Sora anymore. Because he stopped being Sora so long ago and has worn his own invisible mask for so long he isn't sure who he is anymore but people need the Master OF Masters.

Imagine him eventually having to fight his old friends and allies and people he knew and loved.

Imagine him fighting Riku and/or Kairi and they learn who he is and won't fight back and he just gets angrier and angrier and the darkness nearly swallow him because this is all he has now they have to fight him they have to win they have to get stronger why does he want to fight them they're his friends he just wants his friends he just wants to go home

Imagine Sora breaking down for the first time in centuries and just starts sobbing because it hurts it hurts it hurts and he fully accepts them destroying him but they don't and they hug him and everyone rushes to him because he's alive and he's still Sora they know he's still Sora and

Imagine that the second he finds the strength to get to his feet Roxas knocks him back onto the ground and starts crying because he was wrong Sora didn't deserve that hurt and he was sorry and he never got a chance to thank him and tell him he was sorry for everything he put him through and they all hug and Donald and Goofy and Mickey are sobbing and just

Imagine the Foretellers finally seeing their Master's face and realising who he is.

People who say Sora being the MoM is boring and can't be used from angst and development and aNGsT need to come talk to me because bOY THIS SHIT HURTS AND I LOVE IT.

#MoM!Sora #Kingdom Hearts #Sorkai #Sora As the Master of Masters #KH3 #KH #kingdom hearts backcover #kingdom hearts x #kingdom hearts 3 #kingdom hearts sora #kh sora #kh riku #kh kairi #Master Of Masters!Sora #Master Of Masters

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severusdefender · 5 years

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With a Bunch of AUs Combined, I am CAPTAIN PLANET-W8, wrong fandom

(Askbox is too small so I guess it’s time to show my AU spewing username I guess lol 0///0 hi…)

AUs & HCs: NotaMarauder!Remus (Possible Future Snupin) + Jily Didn’t Date-Marry Drunk1NiteStand to make Harry + DiffDads Lily&Petunia + Resurrected FaeLily AU

A Post Idea So Long that it’s almost like a Fic Outline: An AU where Remus was never a Marauder could actually is super interesting, because it has a spiraling implications on canon. Remus, Severus and Lily is like the sweet trifecta of book & magic nerds. Also like, being friends with Remus would drive Sev to research Werewolf remedies and care? Also be Concerned about his friend’s life.

But like, I’m not sure that Lily and Sev would do the exact same thing that the CanonMarauders do (learn to be Animagi and leave the Shrieking Shack w/ Remus even when he’s not supposed to). Maybe Severus trying to make Wolfsbane more accessible/cheaper? Or better yet, both him and Lily approach this like ethical scientists.

But on the other hand as a frequent consumer of Werewolf fiction I don’t really like how traditional and human-centric the version of Werewolves that JKR used in her ‘verse? Like, what is a werewolf like when they’re emotionally stable, feel secure, healthy? Why would they be hostile to humans in general? Why generalized feral hostility? Is it actually ingrained or a result of underlying mishandling of socialization/emotional-social support? Because obviously, Canon!James who turned into a freaking Stag didn’t get eaten so there must be something to the state of Lycanthropy. Is it a possibly segue into being a Skinwalker? Lost or suppressed information?

Would Lupin theoretically be able to keep his mind and not attack his friends or have the choice overall with better, calmer support?

Back to the AU, something that would keep Lily from drifting out of her friendship with Severus could be Remus? I’m remembering that whole, Remus Morality post thing you referenced a while back. And intense loyalty seems like a thing Remus could bring to the table? I’m not sure how else not being a Marauder would affect his personality though. Thoughts?

But since Sirius doesn’t have a Werewolf to Prank Severus with anymore I wonder what would happen then? Would it be more James or Sirius or Peter trying to snoop into where the three go during the full moon nearly every month? How would that spiral? Sev and Lily trying to close ranks around Remus, whom they don’t quite know if Dumbledore is willing to back that horse for too long compared to those with “higher” status like, James & Sirius?

Maybe a part of Sev’s radicalization that drove a spike between his and Remus’ friendship could be Severus trying to court Remus to the Dark Lord’s party? Because they were recruiting both poor and marginalized populations after all, also I *think* Remus is a pureblood technically? I forget. And Remus would’ve gotten so PISSED because he knows that would be condoning/supporting all the bad things people say about Lily, one of his only other very close friends, plus a bunch of other bad things that DEs are doing.

The friendship split between Lily and Severus would be longer, more protracted and hurtful, not just one big blowup and a final death knell slip of the tongue. But Lily and Remus trying to reel their friend back in on top of all their other baggage (they are destined, by social constructs and WW societal standards, for mediocrity, struggle and poverty after all) and Failing. And that hurts.

And when they all graduate, Lily shortly after joins the Order, or is invited because I guess they want skilled people, and Lily Was Exceptional. But she brings along Remus, who James, Sirius & Peter (and an 4th OC or something if we need to replace, but not really tbh) may distrust him because of the thing that happened when they followed? If James /actually/ changed (that Felix Felicis-enhanced talking thing) though he might be not be shitty about it though, but I can’t really imagine Sirius letting it go what with his terrible maladaptive coping mechanisms and all. Remus might get outed among the Order, maybe, idk. That could sow distrust of him, and why they don’t tell when they shove Lily and James into a cottage with their Bastard child together in hiding.

Then it goes like that from canon, Peter is made Secret Keeper, with Sirius as the obvious decoy keeper. Severus tries to curry favor from his grunt position as a DE and accidentally spells the death knell for his estranged friend Lily, is flipped when he finallyyyy realized he’d done super-fucked up and goes to Dumbledore.

Then James & Lily get attacked by Voldie & DEs, James takes a couple DEs down before dying via AK, Lily had been researching a bunch of dark/new magic things to protect herself and her kid (who she deliberated on and eventually decided to keep). She takes a bunch of DEs down, and gives Voldemort a run for his money, but lets down her guard when Peter shows up because up until this point, despite the bad blood in school, she’s known him as a comrade in the Order.

Peter basically cripples her in a surprise attack, and then Voldemort comes up to gloat, monologue and eventually finish the job. Lily spits in his face while dying.

The underlying new ritual/shield/magic-whatever Lily cooked up while in hiding goes on not quite as planned because it overlaps with Voldemort’s accidental-Horcrux making that basically ghostifies him. But Lily still dies the first time.

Cue Sirius getting falsely accused and Azkaban’d, Harry going to the Dursleys because supposed Blood Wards (which actually would be fine with just Harry himself and what he considers home I guess, maybe). Remus gets cut out of the picture because of his financial and career instability, also Werewolfism and other dumb prejudice, so he’s out of the loop and isn’t told about Sev being a flipped spy either.

Cue a few years later, turns out that Lily’s biodad is actually a Fae of some kind that she had minor contact with him through postcards and letters during her life. But eventually, he pitched in on some magical doohickery for the magical design stuff she did while in hiding in Godric’s Hollow. Then everything kicks off again a mostly Amnesiac FaeLily crawls out of her grave and gets a burning treewand branch of a Groot-Arm.

Somehow this culminates FaeLily accidentally getting the band back together and yoinking Harry. Then cue shenanigans and reconciliation and character development/interactions and possibly romantic Snupin and maybe an earned happy ending somewhere because my heart is soft and I’m a total weenie and this post got way longer than I thought it’d be lol. Overall thoughts? Impressions? Anything I missed while stringing these half-baked ideas together? X3

Thanks for reading and responding to so many of my posts. Your takes and posts are always a delight to read! <3333

Part2 of the AU Multi-fecta Thing I Sent Earlier

Some stuff I forgot:

-Tempted to name this Sweet Insane Combo of an AU: 2 Gryffindors and a Slytherin Walk into a Traincar

-Maybe add some shades of the Cons of Cokeworth AU idea (yes I sent that too, I’m literally a neverending fountain of AUs and theories for literally every fandom I get into, it’s a gift). –Lily constantly worries over money (Petunia’s biodad’s the gambler?) and is bitter over the way society is structured, leading her to grow into an excellent, Hard-working Con & Swindler-of-those-that-deserve-it (like how she’s been fleecing James, Sirius, Peter and others for all 7 of her Hogwarts years while trying to maintain good PR without being known as a money grubber or a thief bc Anonymity is Key)

-TBH i feel like she’d just cook up a plan to live with her 2 friends after school because “it’s cheaper” and she figures that they could’ve kept up the Werewolf research stuff easier by being housemates, but hilariously and sadly forgetting to tell said 2 friends about her plans before starting to work her ass off to scrape up as much money as possible. –“We all know Rems would guilt himself into living like a fucking hobo, and Cokeworth is a place where dreams go to die, so of course we’re getting a fucking house.”

-Yanno, then the AU-version of the Friendship split and Voldemort faction gains even more traction with the 1st WW Civil War going on.

-Trawling through the wiki again, Remus’ parents basically isolated him a pretty unhealthy amount I feel (like they probably thought they were doing the right thing at the time, which solved an immediate problem, but ends up compounding into a long-term host of issues)? Which I don’t think did Lupin’s socialization and emotional stabilitygrowth sloshing down into his Werewolf form any favors perhaps?

-So basically Remus refused to move back in with his dad (because he didn’t want to burden his dad I guess), despite him being alive, so Remus living in poverty-plus probably in and out of homelessess as well as the medical and security complications of being a werewolf without access to necessary resources? Also okay I forgot that Remus was a Halfblood too, whoops

-There’s an Irony in that Severus is the most human (species-wise) between the 3 AU Friends, what with Werewolf!Remus and Post-Resurrection Fae!Lily

-There’d be a whole mystery as to the intentions of Lily’s mysterious Fae Parent father(?), which may or may not be good intentions, they just don’t really know atm

…Okay I think that’s it… Whew, thoughts?

X'3

Nice to finally meet you @markala5

ok wow this is a lot. first of all i love it and it feels whole so i don’t know what i can say. it’s the found family trope subverted a little because things fall apart but they get back together when lily is resurrected. and voldemort and his death eaters get to be the big bad. plus dumbledore as the leader of the order who is starting to realise that harry needs to end voldemort and his horcruxes but lily can’t imagine letting her child do that because she’s grown to love him after forgetting him so instead of the golden trio, it’s lily, severus and remus finding the horcruxes but harry needs to die and the three of them are frantically researching a solution but it needs to happen. they send him off in a manner similar to canon except they’re alive and later they see harry’s body and he’s so small and it’s so heartbreaking until he runs from the death eaters.

this au has so much potential

#severus snape #pro snape #remus lupin #lily evans #submission #headcanons #au

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echoheart0324 · 5 years

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*chugs drink and slams hand on table* I never thought I’d go to such a crazy extent, but I got sick of hearing people talk about Blaine in a negative light, so I guess I’m gonna have to pour my whole soul into this, and this might as well be my final big post before I disappear into the void.

I kinda got tired of people saying we know nothing about Blaine, which is kinda true to some extent. However, if you dig around for details and tiny actions, there might be small hints pointing at what might’ve happened. AKA I got a bit carried away about Blaine, since y’all keep pointing out his actions are shady and evil, so I’ll do the exact opposite and attempt to fill in the gaps (or widen them, I dunno. I’ve just been craving to analyze something for ages.).

Anyways this is gonna be kinda long (and a bit repetitive, cuz this is speculation mixed in with my rambling, featuring analysis at it’s finest) and really up to how you interpret his words/actions/how you exactly look at these translations, so all of this is just a very thin stretch (ready to snap or break at a moment’s notice). Who knows, I might be off the mark completely and he may be a villain after all (in which then you can all stab me if you want), but I wanted to at least provide this before my (possible) hiatus day:

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Possible Backstory/Background/Personality Traits/Whatever Else Falls into this Category:

By the look of it, Blaine is well-educated and loves his studies (most likely in the science department if the Dream Eaters are anything to go by, along with his love for books). The name Brain also means ‘noble/son of the judge’ possibly hinting at a high and wealthy status as well. His speech patterns are laid-back and casual, which kinda contradicts his name meaning, but he can also be quite serious and observant (as seen with his explanation about the Player character linking to Strelitzia somehow, his comparison of Skuld to Lady Ava, thoughtfully choosing the Spirits as their first task to help them out in the long run, and figuring out Ephemera as the leader type) if he desires to. His impatience (with Lauriam's arrival and the meeting dragging on) could prove that he's not used to waiting around for things either, though it’s minor and nothing too overboard.

Now this is where the lines start blurring, since the details are kinda all over the place. When Ephemera, Skuld, and Ven are all talking about having friends, Blaine interrupts with, "Friends. Cool." I'm still not sure what the intention was, but he had a smile on his face when saying this, but he never brings up the topic of “friends” ever again. He also reacted quite positively to Ephemera’s teasing aimed at Skuld (while Ven didn’t react at all), which could indicate this type of friendship is familiar to him, but his smile quickly turned into a frown when the topic of lying popped into play. It's a reach for sure, but I don't think Blaine had a good relationship with his friends in the very end. To prove this, Blaine's trust issue with Ava stems off of his morals of honesty, which his friends might've lacked based off his reaction and harsh choice of words. He also seems to avoid a lot of contact with the other leaders, instead focusing on his books and purposely isolating himself as the outsider.

Y'know...maybe Blaine can recognize the leader-spirit in Ephemera because he used to be a leader of something himself (especially judging by how he picked out their first task by himself). Maybe a leader of a party/his friend group? A handful of his personality traits seems suited to such position, such as how blunt he can be, his honesty, his observative behavior, his support (”I trust you’ll lead us down the right path.” -to Ephemera), and quick-decision making backed up with reasonable evidence. Adding onto this, his blunt speech and his quick decision-making might indicate that he's used to serious discussions, and after watching the custcenes a few times, Blaine never seems to argue back at the others’ decisions. He disagrees with the others often, yes, but a heated argument never occurs, since Blaine either decides to go along and accept that he’s not gonna get his way (though unhappy) or the others outnumber him/he gets what he wants. Not once have we seen him angry (I mean maybe we have? It’s kinda really hard to tell with the lack of eyes. He just sorta opens his mouth when he’s upset, but the same sprite is also used when he’s surprised, so??? Let my boy get more original expressive sprites please???). Whatever led to the downfall of his group, might be linked to this (or Blaine’s just a really nice guy. Or both. Both work too), so a heavy verbal argument may have been the key.

This could be why Blaine seems to be pushing Ephemera to the position of their leader, since Blaine regrets (to a certain degree) whatever he couldn't accomplish and wants to guide him on the right path to prevent a similar downfall or the same mistakes he made.

Though it's odd that Blaine was alright with PvP, since it's "just a competition", so I assume there's a competitive nature to him as well, and he received no relative trauma to Keyblade wielders clashing with each other. He also seems to respects privacy to a certain degree (based on his "let's not pry" about Lauriam) and some of his members may have turned to him for comfort, if his friendly brother-like behavior is anything to go by. (No seriously, who says, “You guys are going on a scavenger hunt,” if they’re an incredibly serious person??? Pfft...)

Quick Summary: Anyways, to throw this out there and sum it up, I believe Blaine may have once been a leader of a (hard)core party. His teasing nature shows that he did once have close friends to bond with, but things went downhill, based on his more serious side of his personality and fair distance from the others. The downfall of his leadership/party probably doesn't relate to Keyblade wielders turning their blade against each other, but maybe something more verbally and misunderstandings stacking on top of each other (with lying being involved somehow), where they say things they can't take back. Though based on his position of becoming a Dandelion, I’m assuming the party disbanded early on, since most people became Lux-thirsty once the war came around. Due to his lack of reaction to PvP, I assume he never saw Keyblade wielders fight for Lux in Daybreak Town often, so he must’ve just spending his days inside and reading/running experiments.

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So why are Blaine’s eyes hidden from view on his sprite, but present clearly on his official artwork? After pondering for a bit, I decided to dig in a little deeper to see what I can find. Some sources I found stated that gray eyes could symbolize in for “leadership”, so that could squeeze in for above. On the other hand, the covering of his eyes could symbolize a secret he’s hiding from the other leaders. Note that Blaine has spoken nothing of his personal life, unlike the others. Ven says he’s always been a loner, Lauriam talks about his sister and his relationship with her, Skuld states she and Ephemera were once in the same party. Why is this such a big deal exactly??? There seems to be a connection to having a point where each leader seemed to be alone:

Ephemera: Was the one who left (both Skuld and Player).

Skuld: Was the one who got left behind (by Ephemera).

Ven: Was always alone, so left since the beginning.

Blaine: ???

Lauriam: ??? (I don’t want to jump to conclusions just yet, but I’m going to say...maybe he was the one got left behind...?)

Strelitzia: Had friends, but they constantly left and kept being replaced. Based off of what Elrena says, it seems like she sorta isolated herself, so maybe was the one who left?

Also, Skuld and Strelitzia both seem to have friends who are alive, at least by canon confirmation. After all, Skuld talked about her Dandelion friends a few times, right before she left the Player in KH X. Meanwhile, Strelitzia says things about her friends during her introduction.

Anyways, if this is anything to go by Blaine could fall into one of these categories (the one who left or the one who was left), but it’s kinda difficult to tell since Ven throws things off. Either that, or nothing bad ever happened to his friends, so maybe he never had a lonely period in his life.

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*puts up glasses* So what was all the background dump about? Well, honestly, I just wanted to ramble about Blaine, but *shoves that aside* we’re also here to discuss his innocence and why I think Blaine wouldn’t have the heart to kill Strelitzia:

(Er...skip this “point”, or at least just read what I highlighted in bold and move on. This isn’t even a point, I just got pissed off of the lack of evidence and love for my boy.) Blaine being “just plain old suspicious” is an excuse way too tired out for everyone’s sake. This is why I tried to fill in some gaps with the background details above as well to at least provide some insight into his actions/words. None of his character traits can be seen as evil exactly. Honestly, he portrays a type of kid that’s tired out and wants nothing more but to mind his own personal matters. The gaps I filled in seem like stretches, I understand that, but we all thought the same for Lauriam as well when he was first ushered on stage. Blaine’s been one of our main suspects for ages and his introduction was barely even brushed upon by the fandom when the story update launched. (On a personal note, I think I stumbled upon maybe 3 or 4 pieces of fanart of him on launch day??? I got interested in him to some extent, but my love for him that y’all see today, just came crashing down naturally over time) I saw more people bashing him, cuz “fucking damn it, it’s another dude, but he’s a cowboy” was all that stretched on for miles. Either that or “is that Ienzo cosplaying Ardyn???”. Those were dark times...very dark times indeed. *cough* Back on track, anyways Blaine’s been quite the unnoticed character compared to the other leaders (especially when compared to the other three that came after him), so why make him the killer when he never hit off for the JP and NA fanbase? Nomura heavily values his twists, especially with KHUX, so there’d be nothing of interest if the murderer was just a generic evil-looking cowboy that’s not even that popular with the fans in the first place. Blaine’s also a lot less developed than the other leaders, since he was unfortunately shoved to the side for the sake of filler right after he joined the cast. To a casual (yet devoted, based on how far they shoved aside filler hell) player, Blaine’s just a random kiddo that has no development, motives, and personality (unless you’re highly bored and decide to go on a analysis spree like I am right now). In all honesty, Nomura seems to be pushing us to believe Blaine did it, since he refuses to give Blaine the development he so desperately needs, to give him the ominous and sketchy vibes to make him an easy culprit.

I’m aware that the latest story update shows Blaine as a smart-ass, seeing how he was able to connect Strelitzia and “the person she’s interested in”’s supposed fate so easily. This puts the spotlight of suspicion on him, correct? Well, I’ve read my fair share of speculation posts for the past few days and everyone just naturally assumes it’s Gula that did the dirty work. I already posted an ask earlier on this topic and I’m not in the proper position to argue such a point all day, but I also don’t think Blaine could possibly be Gula either, or that Gula committed the murder himself.

*plops onto chair* So while I clean off Blaine’s plate, I’ll clean off Gula’s too...so I realize that y’all naturally assume it’s him due to the rather convenient timing and his ominous quote after defeating him in battle. If you do believe in this theory, may I ask you: “Then why didn’t Gula attack Skuld and/or Player (evidence is provided below)? Also, how would you explain the sudden change in sprite?” If you pause right before Gula steps outta the shadows to fully reveal himself, we have his blacked-out silhouette, which heavily differs from ‘Darkness’ + the sprite we saw at the warehouse when Strelitzia was killed. I also doubt that Gula would change outta his robes at that exact moment, minutes before Strelitzia’s arrival (since we now have confirmation that their talk occurred before Strelitzia came along a little bit later), especially since we see him again in the same outfit at the war (when everyone’s getting prepared to fight). Lord Gula also questioned if they came inside the warehouse to search for Ava, since they’re skipping out on collecting Lux, clearly aware of the Dandelions. *cough*

Anyways, as I was saying about Blaine, I believe he’s genuinely trying to help Lauriam find Strelitzia. His morals stand that he despises lying with a whole passion, still holding up as he doesn’t seem to hesitate to speak his thoughts to the others, so I doubt he’d lie to cover up his tracks.

Though, on the other side, there’s one thing that’s holding me back to say he’s innocent completely:

To contradict myself, there was someone that pointed out that Blaine called the Foretellers’ Chambers, the Master’s room instead, having a similar tone to ‘Darkness’ calling the Master of the Masters, just ‘Master’. I dunno either...I just hope he’s innocent, but that’s just wistful thinking at this point.

In all honesty, I was going to go into full depth into how Blaine could be innocent, but the lack of information surrounding Blaine makes things a lot more difficult than it should be, and I kinda grew tired of trying to piece together things for hours. Maybe one day I’ll make a Part 2, but I just wanted to dish this out there, before KHUX updates and does the opposite of what I just said.

Feel free to add on, I’m just tired and rambling at this point!

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lordreed · 6 years

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scott reed; the backstreet girl and the uptown boy (5)

word count: 1127

i - ii - iii - iv - v(you are here!) - vi

authors note: they literally have history together i knew i had to do that after alex said oh i know you guys have history i'm laughing this is probably so cheesy

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"Would you fucking look at that."

Scott looked up from his phone next to you, snorting. "Holy shit. Now that's what friends do. Why haven't we done that?"

The two of you watched Tyler Down and Cyrus.. something, stride down the hallway with shirts that said 'ASSHOLES' on them. The words look hand-dyed.

"Oh, yeah. After school we're gonna go to Michael's and get some bright pink shirts, and put 'whores' on them, that sound good?" you beamed.

"You know it," he snickered, holding up his hand for a high-five.

You wasted no time slapping your hand onto his. "Jesus, it's scary how quickly this went from me hating you to being actual friends. Sorry that I keep on bringing it up.. it's just.. y'know. Kinda wild."

"Yeah. Listen, real talk here. I know this is moving fast- but I don't really think it's a bad thing. I really missed you, you know. I shouldn't be making excuses, it's kind of pitiful.. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, Reed. Like I said, I'm willing to work with what we have. I genuinely enjoy your company." You offered a smile. "It's what Jeff would want. He knew I tried to hate you- I should've- but I could never bring myself to," you sighed out, fingers skimming against your locker that you were leaning against.

Scott blushed in response, and his heart started beating a little faster. "I would've hated me, too. I'm glad you're giving me another chance."

"Yeah, I am too," you exhaled. "Hey, you know, I actually needed to show you something. So today, we may need to take a little longer lunch than usual. I'm thinking, at Rosie's?"

"Yeah! That sounds great, as long as we get to share a shake," he waggled his eyebrows and gave a wink.

"In your dreams, Reed. See you in history," you pressed a hand on his chest and pushed him away, doing the salute you'd done the day before.

Your classes were nothing interesting; if anything they dragged on. 4th period history was okay; since Scott was in it with you. All you did was eye him from the back of the classroom hoping he would look back, but he never did. You were half asleep.. or maybe asleep?.. when the bell rang.

"You don't look very ready to go," Scott looked at you, half stumbling out of the classroom. "Sorry- I think I fell asleep? Dude, you gotta look back sometimes, I kept looking, you never did."

"Ah, yeah. Sorry, history is my favorite class," he apologized, "Hey, I'll make it up to you by buying you lunch! Let's forget I promised it at first, this is totally just me being kind."

"Oh yeah, you're such a nice guy," you shoved him, prompting giggling from both you and him. You both, like the cheese balls you are, kept roughhousing along the way to your car.

"Tell me I win, Reed, and I'll give you a ride- otherwise you're walking."

He groaned. "Fuck you. Fine, yeah, you win." You whooped and got in the car. "Get in, loser, we're going to eat!"

You sat down in the booth, Scott on the other side. "Alright. Here's what I wanted to show you."

You handed him the ominous note. He opened it, read it, and his face went red. "Who- who the hell thinks they can blackmail us like this?" he hissed out, slamming it on the table. "Sorry- I don't usually get this mad, it's just.."

"Yeah, I understand. I was mad too. I got it the day you first texted me," you explained, taking it back and putting it into your backpack.

"Listen, I think it would be reasonable to say if we're getting these, other people are too. Is there anyone you can talk about this with?"

Scott looked up, as if he was contemplating, then bobbed his head slowly. "Yeah, I think so."

"Cool. I have someone, too. Maybe we can get some allies in all of this and stop whoever this is from doing what he, or she, is."

"Mhmm," Scott hummed, watching the waitress drop off your food. You said your thanks and got to munching.

"I'm not convinced you've changed very much, (Y/N)," he said through bites. "Still the smart one." You only chuckled- or at least tried to- in response. It didn't take long for you two to finish- you'd always been fast eaters.

"Remember when our parents would yell at us for eating too fast, 'cause we wanted to keep playing?" you smirked when more than one memory came into your head.

"Oh, yeah!" he laughed, walking out with you after he'd payed. "They'd get so fucking mad, but we always pulled it."

"Constantly, until we were a little older. Kind of matured, but not really." You got into the driver's seat.

"Look at us now, I'd hardly say mature is fitting for us." he collapsed in the passenger's seat, closed the door and buckled in.

"You have a point. Hey, could we stop by my place before we head back to school? I'm just gonna grab a notebook I forgot today."

"Yeah, no problem," Scott kicked back and relaxed in the passengers seat. You two didn't speak and listened to the radio playing love songs from the 80's.

Rosie's wasn't far from your house. You pulled around a corner, but almost paused in the street, surprised about who was on the sidewalk.

"Is that-" you started.

"Holy, fuck yeah, that's Justin Foley."

Justin was walking with a guy you knew was Clay Jensen's friend, Tony. You were surprised at his sudden appearance, but kept driving.

"That could change the whole trial!" you gasped, looking over at Scott.

"What? How?"

"You haven't listened to the tapes, huh? Justin.. he was there when.." you made a disgusted face, gripping the steering wheel while pulling into your driveway.

"I'm sorry- Scott, I just.. I can't say it. It's too fucked up, but you get the point, right?"

"I think so," he leaned on his left side to face you. "That's fucked up."

"Yeah, the tapes were fucked up. They made me realize a lot of things," you closed your eyes and breathed out.

"Anyway, I'm gonna grab my notebook. I'll be back." You opened the door and climbed out. Scott twiddled his fingers, thinking. Thinking about how sickening it was when he was friends with Bryce. How fucked up Bryce is and how much he regrets ever being around that boy.

It seemed, right now, you were the only light in his life. The good, the one who had his best ideals at heart.

He didn't know that he was the current light of your life, too.

#13rw x reader #13 reasons why #13 reasons why x reader #13 reasons why imagine #scott reed x reader #scott reed imagine #scott reed

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chimaeracabra · 3 years

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The medicinal use of Cannabis is actually pretty valid and I have always supported it.

I always hated the way marijuana smells (and still do) and I used to think very negatively of people for using it recreationally. But over the years, I have stopped feeling so negatively about it being used recreationally because I know many people that use it and are still intelligent, professional, and in control of themselves around it. Like alcohol, I really think it should be legal everywhere, with obvious safety restrictions. The other day, Nick was telling me how his coworkers (other nurses) were talking about how much they hate people who use marijuana and how crazy it makes them, and he didn’t bother to say anything.

It pissed me off, because his coworkers constantly tell him that he is one of the best nurses to work with because he really puts effort into the job and is amazing with patients, and he vapes quite often. It would have been hilarious if he could have countered his coworkers because they would probably be surprised to learn how frequently he vapes weed! It actually surprised me when I came over to his place for the first time and he asked me if it would bother me if he vaped some. He doesn’t come off as a “pot head,” he has never smelled bad, or come across as an unintelligent person. And he clearly isn’t. I can have so many engaging conversations with him, especially about science, and he already knows the information. I’ve really never had to explain anything to him, honestly.

When I vape Cannabis indica with Nick it really, really helps me relax. I had a prescription for alprazolam a while ago briefly for anxiety, and I don’t like the way benzos feel so much. It’s a lot more intense in a way that makes me feel like I cannot function. I used to be absolutely anti-recreational use of marijuana, and I still am not interested in doing it if it is not vapor or an edible. I don’t like smoke and I’m not interested in very heavy drugs. So, I would rather vaporize or eat marijuana if I’m going to do it. Although I don’t like edibles as much because the sensations of highness (daze) for me lasts for about 3-4 days after eating one. I don’t like the daze very much, but even with it, I start to get a lot of shit done (cleaning especially, personal to-do lists get completely done, I start wanting to clean up/out/straighten things out even more than usual).

I keep looking at my sleep score (you can wear Fitbit to sleep and have it track your phases of sleep, how much sleep you got, and the quality of your sleep), and I literally sleep so well when I vape. The following occurs:

My resting heart rate goes down

I get into bed around 11PM!

Less waking up from sleep

Pain from working out/menstruation/etc. goes away

I am more productive the following day

Resting heart rate: My resting HR is usually around 60 beats per minute, and it gets as low as 57 when I have indica.

Getting into bed earlier: This occurs because indica does make you sleepy, however, that feeling is easier to fight on indica then it was when I was temporarily taking an anxiolytic. When I vape with Nick, he wants to lie down when that phase of the high begins, but I always get up and start dancing to music. Monday night, I intentionally started drinking coffee with it, and that makes a world of difference. If anything, I think caffeine actually disrupts the high just a little bit because I feel a bit more lucid and I start cleaning a lot. Nick is, unfortunately, okay with messes. I’m thankful that he doesn’t do much outside of his room at his apartment, because I think his roommates would be very irritated with him if he made the rest of the house like his room.

Productivity: Last night, his dad (who I finally met briefly for the first time, does look like Nick. I can see where he gets some features) took his older huge TV that started having problems, the box of which was halfway in Nick’s closet for a few weeks and driving me insane. So, that TV box being gone created some space. There was a whole mess of clothes on the floor in the corner that Nick wanted to take for patients, old clothes he doesn’t wear anymore, but he had them sitting there for weeks as well and that was driving me mental. I threw them all into a trash bag and Nick took them when he went to work this afternoon.

The other weekend, Nick bought all these cleaning supplies (the Clorox bleach I like, sponges, gloves), and I always disinfect the shower before I take a shower. I wiped down his floor with some soapy water, shoved a ton of boxed things under his bed, and rinsed and recycled all the sugar-free Vitamin Water and other drink bottles he has bought us, and threw those in the recycle bin. It’s amazing the space I have created in this man’s room. I couldn’t STAND it! And he told me I should have woken him up so he could help me (he was sleeping while I did all of this). But most people do not clean to my satisfaction, and I wanted to be as comfortable as possible and have some SPACE in his room. His car is worse. My god. Nick even said that we would have a problem if we were living together because he’s really messy. He said that he works very hard at work (which he definitely does, sometimes he works 16-hour shifts multiple days in a row! His coworkers all have great things to say about him, so I believe he is a hard worker, which I love) and then when he goes home, all he wants to do is relax. I can understand that. He was recently dealing with a very violent patient at work who had to have the police come several times during codes, so I believe he is often too stressed to clean when he gets off work. I’ll give him some credit, though. He DID straighten up a bit a few weeks ago after I admitted that I am a neat freak and a germaphobe.

Anyway...

Pain goes away: I have been walking for about 2 hours at a time most days of the week. I’m not going to the gym to run because the virus is again very serious and scary. I don’t want to bring it home to my mom. I jog and run outside a bit too, but it’s taking a toll on my feet. Pain goes away particularly with indica because that species is much more of a body high than is sativa. I was never anti-marijuana for pain and neurological issues; there are some seizure disorders that it actually helps. I knew CBD was helpful for many people with chronic pain, so there’s that.

I don’t know what it is in me, I have often always been someone who likes her environment to be clean and organized. Especially the goddamn floor. I hate a nasty floor. While high and the day after, I am so much more productive and I clean more. I finished more application work today, I cleaned the stairs at home a few days ago, and the floor outside of our bedrooms and bathroom with Lysol solution.

I like marijuana but I still don’t like the smell. It’s not as intense with vapor as it is with smoke. My good friend from grad school is always smoking and vaping marijuana, and I don’t know HOW she manages to function all day and at work WHILE HIGH! I mean, I think I could, but especially for about 4-5 hours after I vape, I think you can tell that I’m not sober. I’m a lot more social and I zone out more, and I move a little funny, and it makes your eyes red (I always have my drops). I don’t know how my friend does it. I would be noticeably high. I have spent an enormous amount of time with her and she never seems out of control at all. In fact, she’s very intelligent and she has done a ton of medical research, works in a lab, etc. so, she’s someone you would consider having all their shit together. Some people are actually high all the time and you may not know because they can function on it pretty well. I think maybe people who smoke all day are using sativa, because there is no way I could walk into a lab and start doing research with a body high from indica.

And I would never try to drive like that. My perception gets very thrown off and I wouldn’t dream of putting myself or anyone else in jeopardy because my body is not entirely my own when I’m high.

My favorite things about indica are that it’s relaxing, relieves pain, makes me sleep well, food tastes insanely delicious, music sounds even more intense and beautiful, and it makes sex extremely intense. Literally, Nick and I were having sex for at least an hour yesterday. We went through almost an entire box of condoms. I cannot physically have that much sex while completely sober. I start getting pain and soreness, which even today, I don’t feel is all that bad. When high, touches feel very good. Your entire body, you notice every touch and sensation in a very pleasurable way. I have had more orgasms in the past 24 hours than I do in one month when I masturbate from time to time. I squirt a lot when I’m high. Indica has helped me learn to relax enough to experience that. And now I can while sober, too. My body is very satisfied overall.

Anyway, that’s my ramble. Went for a two-hour walk today. Wednesday I made oatmeal craisin cookies, saved some for mom at home, brought the rest to Nick’s. He liked them! He’s a pretty picky eater, so I was pleased that he liked them. I had too many. So, I am going to do an at-home work out now.

#personal #love

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estorica · 6 years

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MALIK'S DAILY STRUGGLE, DAY IN THE LIFE OF MALIK, THE SOVEREIGN

Sleep. How could someone with as much as he had going on sleep through the whole night without so much as a second thought to all the stress that it caused. The boy was curled up against one of pillows, the gorilla tucked between his knees. Why? Arsenic didn’t fucking know. He had thought that he had heard some kind of noise in here, which was the only reason he was in here in the first place. But he had checked every single nook and cranny and he just couldn’t find the source of the noise. He had half a mind to wake the sleeping boy up, but then what would have been the fun in that? He sighed and sat down on the food of the bed. He turned slightly to look over at the Child King, running a hand down his calf. The boy’s body shifted and he made a noise. That had been the noise that he’d heard previously. Was the boy having a nightmare? Or was he perhaps having a different sort of dream? He should really ask about that later when the boy was due to wake up. Speaking of which, wouldn’t he be needing to wake the boy up soon anyway? It was almost time of breakfast. And this boy really loved his breakfast. “You know that I’m in here with him, correct?” Came a gruff voice from the corner of the room. Arsenic didn’t react outwardly, but inwardly, he was screaming his fucking head off. “Yes, I’m acutely aware of that fact, Hilfred.” The bodyguard had only been following Malik around for about a week now. The other three who had been given the same assignment by Scipio had given up. Hilfred had stayed. And Arsenic had no fucking idea why. He glanced down at the pocket watch in his hand and tilted his head to the side just a bit; he had at least half an hour before he was to wake the poor boy up. Eh, he’d let him sleep for about an hour more. So he got to his feet and began the slow trek to the door. He glanced back at the boy and shook his head. This poor kid never asked for this. This was too much for someone so young, but what did that matter? He had not only managed to end the war, but he was starting to rebuild the world around him. It was going to be a slow and potentially dangerous process. But he was sure that wouldn’t stop the Sovereign from doing what he wanted in the first place. This little soap eater was going to go pretty far in life, he foresaw. Or at least, that’s what he would have liked to have thought. He shook his head after a moment and left the bedroom, heading for the kitchen. He had to at least get breakfast started before doing anything else. The man was about as messy at eating as though he were some kind of feral child. For all intents and purposes, he might as well have been when they had first found him. But he had improved so much since then. The doctor glanced over at where he had last seen Hilfred and said, “Protect him, Hilfred.” And with that, he closed the door behind him and started the trek to the other side of the castle. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Arsenic came back to the Sovereign’s room after getting his breakfast ready. It wasn’t finished, but he knew by the time they got down there it would be ready. He was about to open the door and he could have sworn that he heard giggling. He raised an eyebrow.He knew Malik’s giggle anywhere and he was pretty sure that he had just heard it. The only other person in the room with him was Hilfred. That man didn’t appear to be the kind of guy who would justy willy nilly do anything childish even if the Sovereign cried at his feet. So just what in the hell was going on? He shoved the doors open and cleared his throat loudly, “Sir, your breakfast is ready.” “Just a sec!” Arsenic could not have been prepared for seeing Hilfred in the royal tiara nor would he have expected the man to wear that godawful cape Malik wore from time to time. The bodyguard and the butler locked eyes and for a solid minute, having a conversation that Malik couldn’t even hope to understand. He was sort of just staring between the two of them, the gorilla pressed to his chest. He’d gotten bored about fifteen seconds in and had wandered off towards the balcony. He was leaning against the railing and just staring up at the sky. It had snowed the other day, he could still see some of it lingering on the grounds. He wanted to go out there and play in it. But he knew that wasn’t going to happen in the slightest. Oh well. He could hear both men in the room calling for him to come back and he lingered there for just a few moments more. He mumbled something to the gorilla before departing back into the room. Arsenic walked behind him, Hilfred walking in front of him. No one walked beside him. He wished someone would walk beside him. He sighed quietly to himself. This was for his protection, that much he knew already. He hated it so much though. He knew he was important and that he held this entire world in his hands. It overwhelmed him to the greatest degree and he struggled with understanding it almost constantly. Why? Why him? What had he done? Couldn’t they see that he wasn’t handling this well if all this acting out? Heh, maybe that’s not how they saw it. They were training him after all, weren’t they? Tutoring him. Working him. Making him do this, do that. He was trying his best to be honest. He was just constantly afraid that it wasn’t good enough. People were going to die because of him. Lands were going to be lost because of him. Sure, he’d gain just as much as he lost back and more, but just the thought of . . . “We’re here, my lord.” Malik glanced up from where he’d been staring at the ground when he heard Hilfred’s voice. Oh, they were just at the dining hall. It smelt really fucking good though. He lost all track of thought to previous hardships and practically ran full tilt into the room with two men following after him as if he were a runaway puppy they were trying to catch. “I thought you said they were teaching this boy how to eat.” “We are making valiant attempts. However, it appears his previous caretaker’s lessons are hard boiled into him.” “He lived in the words for five years, didn’t he? I remember hearing about that. Was he raised by wolves or something?” “Yes, actually. The Hermit who took him in was half wolf.” The look on Hilfred’s face was priceless. “And no, I’m not joking. Coal was what I would have considered a caring man. After all, he could have just outright murdered the Blessed Child, but he didn’t.” “Huh. That certainly explains a lot about this kid then, doesn’t it?” “It certainly does.” Both men had been standing off to the side, talking. There was no way that Malik would have heard them over the sounds he was making while shoveling food into his face. He ate like the most ravenous of wolves sometimes, but that’s just how he had always seen the Hermit eat. Granted he didn’t understand why no one else ate like that, too. Must be because they didn’t have large wolf heads like he did. Oh well. Old habits died hard, he supposed. He made quite the mess of his breakfast and the two men in charge of his safety and care took him back to his room when it was time for a bath. Arsenic was going over the routine with Hilfred for the day, making sure the bodyguard understood it all. There was a different set of plans for all the different days just so that they wouldn’t be predictable thus less of a chance to assassinate the poor boy. Hilfred was learning things and making all kinds of mental notes. He could understand why the other three had given up. This kid was a fucking handful. But it wasn’t like he couldn’t take on the job. If Scipio wanted him to protect this child, he would lay down his life for him in a heartbeat. The fact that it took both of them to fit him into his pants alone was traumatizing. But for who though? Malik was very capable of putting his own clothes on, but they insisted on helping him every single time. He wasn’t even really sure why. Heh, oh well. They got him dressed, he had his pretty little tiara on his head. He grabbed the gorilla and once more walked in between the two men who were in charge of him. He found himself wondering why he had to have this ‘morning meeting’ every day. Couldn’t he just have it once every couple of days? Once a week? Once every two weeks? Once a month! He sighed and rolled his eyes; new things happened in his kingdom every single day and they needed his attention. He just hated that it was so boring in there. It seemed like all his people were at odds and the only one who really seemed to pay attention to him was the Lawmaster. He had no idea why that was either. He shrugged and entered the room and took his seat at the table so the meeting could begin. Honestly though. The only exciting part of this meeting was the assassination attempt. He dropped Emmett and leaned over to pick him up. Three arrows embedded in his chair where he had been mere moments before and that living armor was on him in an instant. He was never going to get used to that. Hilfred and Scipio seemed to spring into action, the guards acting far quicker than he would have ever thought possible. He watched as the Imperial Guards descended upon the would be assassin as if he was the fresh kill they were going to devour for their meal. No one really lost their lives. No one except the man now screaming as he was being taken away. Who knew what was going to happen to him though. Not lie Malik cared too much about it. Heh, something being this Blessed Child had it's perks. The meeting kind of ended early because of this little interruption and Scipio stormed off. Something about having to beat the shit out of the entrance guards? He wasn’t paying attention. He was just glad to have a little bit of free time after the meeting. The snow was cold beneath his toes and it sent shivers up and down his spine. Hilfred was outside with him, Arsenic was discussing something with Scipio. Or that’s what he assumed the Butler was doing. The gorilla was in the bodyguard’s arms. Malik was debating on making a snow angel or a snowman. He was terrible at both of these things, but he didn’t really care. The hermit had taught him how to do them so maybe that was why he sucked so bad at it. Oh well! He started piling snow into a mound and was patting it down with his hands, trying to make it look somewhat round. He couldn’t get it to look right and he was getting frustrated. “Sir, if I may.” The bodyguard handed him the stuffed toy and he started to fix the bottom ball of the snowman. It wasn’t perfect, but it definitely looked better than what Malik had had previously. “Wow. How’d you do that?” “Just a talent, I guess.” “Help me make the other parts!” So the two of them rolled up smaller balls of snow to add to the snowman. When they were finished, the Child King was clapping his hands and smiling brightly. He was very pleased with his snow creation. Their snow creation. He would admit that he was surprised someone who looked like his bodyguard did would actually be up for doing something like this with him. That was certainly an interesting thought. Looks were very deceiving, weren’t they? “Alright sir, it's time to go insid- . . . Where the fuck are your boots?” Arsenic had come back and noticed that the boy was barefoot. In the snow. That couldn’t have been good for him. “I took them off. They felt weird in the snow an- . . .” “Well, we’re going back inside. It's time for your training session with Scipio.” He begged, whined, pleaded, made all kinds of sounds, and screamed at the top of his lungs as the two of them dragged him back inside. It's not that he didn’t like Scipio. He liked her well enough, even went as far as to refer to her as ‘Mommy’. Why no one was really sure, but he took a great deal of pleasure in it. The only reason he didn’t want to be left alone with her was because she made him do . . . things. Push ups, pull ups, jumping jacks, jogging, running, punching things, kicking things . . . He even sparred with her once or twice. Got his fucking ass handed to him and he walked away with a bloody nose, but he learned not to do certain things. Today, he sobered up pretty quickly when she started to drill into him what he needed to do. Arsenic was off doing his actual job (the one that didn’t involved Malik) and Hilfred was watching. He’d been given the option to take part in the drills, but he wanted to see how the kid improved from day to day just to see if he would need help. “End my suffering, Hilfred.” Malik whined as he was finally released. Arsenic had come to save him and take him upstairs for a bath. “I’d prefer not to be charged with treason.” “But Hilfred. I can’t feel my face. MY FACE, HILFRED!” “That just means you did a good job today.” “Shut up, Arsenic.” They did not give him nearly enough access to the drugs he needed to keep himself from punching this kid in the face sometimes. Nah, the Butler loved the kid. He just shrugged it off and put another cigarette into his mouth and calmly smoked away. They arrived in the king’s bedroom and took their time to peel him out of the leather that clung to his body. This was precisely why the Imperial Secretary asked him repeatedly not to wear leather. But hey, what did he know right? His bath was drawn up and he was allowed to soak in it to get clean and let his muscles relax. While Hilfred stayed with him, Arsenic went to go make sure that his lunch was being prepared. Once he was in the water, he started to just lay there and stare up at the ceiling. Hilfred was leaning against the counter, just watching the boy. This was really fucking bored to be honest. This kid never really did much of anything that he would consider outrageous. Sure, he acted out a lot of the time, but he didn’t see it the same way most people seemed to. He was just a diamond in the rough as it were. Train him up and he’d make a great King one day. He was the Blessed Child after all. He could do whatever he set his mind to. If he could set him mind to anything for more than five minutes anyway. He seemed to be cursed with a short attention span, but this also seemed to be tied to his interest level at the time. Like right now, he was just laying in the tub, not really doing anything. “Arsenic said that you liked to play with this in the tub.” The bodyguard held up a brightly yellow colored rubber thing shaped like a duck. He squeaked it once and he watched that small child light up and reach for the object. “Gimme Prince Squeakers.” “You. You named it Prince Squeakers?” “Give me the duck, Hilfred.” The man tossed the duck into the tub and it splashed the water out of the tub. The Sovereign lit up like a newly lit fire and he started squeaking that little rubber duck. It was fine for a few minutes, but then it started to get annoying. Hilfred said nothing about it and just stood there. Listening. It was grating on his nerves, but then he watched both the boy and the duck disappear beneath the water. He waited for him to come back and he didn’t. He pushed off the wall and got to the tub when the boy erupted out of the tub, spraying water everywhere and covering the man in front of him. He was holding his duck high above his head and shouted, “I HAVE TRIUMPHED OVER THE DUCKS AND AM NOW THEIR LEADER!” “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to sit the fuck back in that tub and actually take a bath or I swear to God, I’m going to throw that duck off the balcony and into the cursed lake.” The look on Malik’s face as he clung tightly to Prince Squeakers. He did as he was told though, taking a bath to the best of his ability. Once he was done, Hilfred helped him out and started to dry him off. Arsenic came back to collect him just in time to help him get dressed. He’d have to talk to someone about this. Get a tailor in here to personalize the leather outfits for easier access to put them on and take them off. Once he was dressed, they took him down to the lunch area. Now this time he ate moderately civilized to the surprised of most people. He didn’t even make a mess of himself. So they marked that as an achievement for his day. He lingered on dessert for quite a bit longer today than normal because he didn’t really want to go into the Afternoon Meeting. That was just him sitting on his throne and listening to his people whine and complain and he had to come up with solutions and he just didn’t want to. But he was more or less forced to and that was just . . . No please. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “ . . . trashed and then he thought that he cou-” “Hey! I did not! It was you who thought it was a good idea t-” “YOU TOLD THE HORSE IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO KICK OVER THE KILN, DYLAN!” Oh, wow. Okay. They were bickering back and forth again and Malik had lost interest in the conversation again. He was busy trying to convince Hilfred to just cut the horse in half so they could rebuild the kiln with its body. Hilfred was not having any of that because he didn’t think that that would work. Arsenic was trying to get the two of them to settle down and stop arguing. When that wouldn’t work he turned to look at the other two and just sort of glared at them. The Sovereign whined and Hilfred rolled his eyes. He walked down and cleared his throat, “If the two of you don’t shut your bloody mouths, I’ll do exactly what your king suggested. And I don’t think the horse is going to like that.” That shut them up real quick and both asked, “What does he want to do to the horse?” “CUT HIM IN HALF AND USE HIM TO REBUILD THE KILN!” Came the overly excited shout from the Child King who was now standing on his throne with a bizarre expression. “AND THEN ONCE IT'S BEEN REBUILT, YOU CAN MAKE ME A FANCY CUP OUT OF THE HORSE’S HEAD!” And that dispute solved itself real quick. They apologized for the trouble they caused, paid their fine, and left. Having calmed the Sovereign down and promising to get him a cup in the shape of a horse head, they continued on with the rest of their dispute settlements for the day. All that was left now was dinner. And the Sovereign was looking forward to eating. After sitting in that fucking throne for hours and hours, just listening to people complain about this or complain about that, or run scared after suggesting things like using horse parts to rebuild something, it really worked up an appetite. He heard that today it was going to be really delicious. The only problem was no one really told him what it was he was eating. He had noticed that and it bothered him, but then again at the same time he found that he didn’t care. The hermit had never really told him what he was eating either. Just that it was tasting pretty damn good and it he liked it, he usually said so and they had it again and again. Kinda like how it worked here at the Castle, he noticed. If he liked something, he ate it a lot. If he didn’t like something, he never really saw it again. These people really did know how to treat him, didn’t they? Dinner was a success. Or at least. A moderate success. There had been a second assassination attempt that ended in hilarious failure. The guy thought that if he jumped off the chandelier and sort of dive full force with daggers out. He either misjudged the trajectory of his jump or he just forgot the Blessed Child wasn’t a normal target. Regardless, Hilfred summoned the armor and kicked the boy out of the way with enough time to impale the man upon his sword as he landed. The Bodyguard suffered minor wounds which Arsenic was more than prepared to take care off. More guards swarmed in and a report was taken to Scipio about the incident. With the Arbiter MIA, a lot of assassins were getting in. It was almost funny the Arbiter’s assassins kept the other assassins from getting into the building. They decided to take their King to his room for bed, but not before he dragged the cake along with them. “Sir, you cannot eat that whole thing in bed.” “Watch me!” “Sir, I am telling you right now you are not eating that whole cake in bed. You need to rest and all that sugar will interfere with your ability to do just that.” “Hilfred, he’s being rude to me. Hit him.” “He’s not wrong, Malik. You cannot eat the whole cake. You need to rest.” “Why, why are you both being so mean to me!” He started crying. Both men sighed a bit in frustration. They cut a single slice of cake for him and put the rest of it out of sight, aka they sort of just wheeled it outside the room and called a certain to take care of it. “You can have a single piece of cake before bed, how does that sound?” “O-okay.” He took the slice of cake and ate it slowly, trying to savor the flavors. From there, they took turns trying to come up with bedtime stories to tell him. He fell asleep around one of the war stories that Hilfred was telling about a centaur and an ogre doing batter. They tucked him in and made sure that he had his gorilla. Hilfred took up his post to guard the boy while he slept and Arsenic went off to his own bedroom to rest and relax.

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