#also me: look what if they made a baby in the royal realm and it was super OP that would be sick right?

[recurring-polynya]

For the garage sale 1500 follower fest: Portions for Foxes! :D Congrats on the milestone!

I posted the heartfelt and earnest scene from Portions for Foxes earlier, which got cut just because I went in a different direction. This one, on the other hand, got cut for being too bonkers, but I feel that you, especially, will appreciate it.

This takes place towards the end of fanfic when everyone is doing a little better and there are a bunch of sort of vignettes, like when they go to the art gallery to see the horrible painting of Byakuya. Maybe it's a spoiler for the fanfic, but it's also in the tags, so I don't feel too bad about it: Rukia is very pregnant at this point.

Anyway, this is why they should have had a big No Sex in the Champagne Room Royal Realm sign and also made everyone sign a waiver and also probably not let Renji and especially not Rukia up there in the first place.

👹 ❄️ 💥

And then there's the day The Experiment breaks out of Squad 12. It is very large and very disgusting and also has just far too many eyes and teeth and teeth-eyes.

Captain Kurotsuchi is the one who really should have taken care of it, but he happens to be taking some personal time in his sensory deprivation tank.

Captain Zaraki and his top seats are out on a mission. They will all be very salty about this when they return.

It also happens to be one of the days when Renji is over at the Sixth and Rukia is at the Thirteenth.

So, The Experiment breaks out of Squad 12, turns right, and and heads over to Squad 11. It's wrecked their mess hall and twenty meatheads are trying to fight it at once, when Rukia meanders over, dances out a Tsukishirou, and kills it dead in two seconds. And then leaves again.

Renji finds her down at the kidou butts later, cratering practice dummies with souren sokatsui, which he knows is her favorite.

"You here to yell at me?" she asks crossly.

"I made a joke the other day about you fighting Zaraki," he says slowly. "And I'm just now realizing that you weren't just being a worrywart. That it's been really fucking unfair of me to go around havin' a good time when you can't."

A pained look crosses Rukia's face. "I'm doing something important."

"That's right, you are," he announces. "You been doing every single thing that needs to be done since the minute we woke up in Kirinji's hot springs. You've been crushin' it." He takes a long pause. "And I think its been killing you."

"Can't you just yell at me?" she grumbles. "Aren't you mad I put our baby in danger?"

"Did you? he asks. "Baby's gone to bankai with you. Guess I kinda trust you to know what's okay and what's not."

Instead of answering, she annihilates another practice dummy, this time with a plain ol' shakkahou. She's become someone like Byakuya, who can channel a tremendous amount of destruction, even through the lower level spells.

And then Renji realizes what she's doing, that she did just answer him.

"Are you buddying off the baby's reiatsu?" he asks, incredulous.

"He doesn't mind," Rukia dismisses.

"That's not the point, the point is--"  He comes up short. "Are you just guessin' at that 'he' thing, or do you know something?"

Rukia shrugs. "Sode no Shirayuki says we are having a son. You know how full of shit she is, though."

"That's amazing," Renji breathes. "I mean, not that it's a boy, it had to be something, but that your zanpaktou…and you can share reiatsu…" He sits down, right on the ground. "You can't ever do anything normal, can you, Rukia?"

"I don't know how to make a dumb baby," Rukia scowls, crossing her arms. "I was blaming you."

#1500 follower deleted scenes fest #me: i am going to write an exploration of love and grief that is SO tender #also me: look what if they made a baby in the royal realm and it was super OP that would be sick right? #portions for foxes was written pretty exclusively between the hours of 11pm and 3am. i never do this. this is the time that i sleep. #'eyes and teeth and teeth-eyes' is definitely a phrase written by someone who should have gone to bed several hours ago #it's honestly surprising there weren't *more* ridiculous bits that ended up on the cutting room floor #fyi i am now out of portions for foxes

[andrewwtca]

drum roll please...

hello @kingarmorking! I'm your Secret Santa!!!

I will admit, your prompt had me confused at first glance but once I came to actually look at your account and work, OH was I eating!!! Sora as the Beast??? Riku as the Beauty??? it's been such a hassle not reblogging your art and leaving comments in order to keep anonymity... I'm obsessed with this AU and this is the product of that!

in case you don't remember, you asked for a scene written or something taken straight from Beauty and the Beast, and. I hope you don't mind if I was a little self-indulgent. I took some inspiration from the film but also... angsted it. ahh, I hope you enjoy it!!!

(everyone else, go read SEDI!!!)

secrets never kept, promises never made

Riku wonders which is Sora.

The two portraits hang proudly on the wall, even with time making them fade away and tearing at their corners. They both have dark green backdrops, the subjects facing each other, and Riku props his hand on his hip.

One is of a blond boy and the other is of a brunet. They have matching blue eyes, faces etched into permanent frowns of solemnity (although the brunet looks like there’s a slight whisper of a smile threatening to escape), and hair slicked down. They wear matching royal blue suits, and while only their upper bodies are shown, they seem so well put together.

Which is Sora? Riku can’t figure it out. He's passed this hallway a few times, without the Beast ever knowing, and he keeps trying to figure it out, and to no avail over and over. Was it the blond who seemed so serious, so sad? Or was it the brunet who seemed to try to hide a smile that even the painter picked up on?

Riku figures it’s the blond. Sora doesn’t seem like the smiling type.

But then again—if Riku was trapped in a body for that long, he wonders how much he would change. He isn’t the smiling type or the particularly over-joyous type, but Riku still had some joy in his heart, even if he couldn’t show it. Where would it all go?

Buried deep down somewhere like some sort of coffin.

His metaphor is cut too soon with a sudden gust of wind.

This hallway is abandoned, with cobwebs wrapping themselves around candles like babies to their mothers, with all the blue walls having turned into darkness. Curtains hug the windows and even if it was day, no light would be omitted. For all intents and purposes, this hallway was intended to be left to time.

And yet, the door slams open, and Riku’s cloak flutters behind him. Riku doesn’t feel the fear he expects himself to be overcome by when he turns to see the large keeper of the castle standing there, shadows covering his face and expression.

Instead, Riku only turns. What else is there to do?

You’re not supposed to be here.

“I apologize,” Riku says, in only half honesty. He does feel bad for breaking Sora’s rules, as it seems it’s all he has left—he doesn’t feel bad for wanting to learn more. For wanting to end this eternal darkness plaguing this realm.

It’s why he hesitates and bites back his tongue to ask, 'Which one is you?' Is it important? Does Sora even remember? (Would he even tell Riku?)

Get out. A please is added after a moment, and Sora’s large form takes a step closer as if trying to goad Riku out. The shadows seem like a good place for him like he was made for it, and Riku wonders if that bothers him.

Both of the twins didn’t seem particularly sad. Neither of them seemed like they lingered in the shadows—

And yet, here they are.

Riku glances down and sighs. He can't suppress his curiosity, craving the safety knowing would bring. “Sora,” he calls. “How—”

It was a long shot, Riku knew, but he didn’t expect Sora to let out a mighty roar that shook the whole room. Riku lets out a startled yelp and hardens his gaze as Sora simpers, standing taller in the light, covering as much of it as he could as though he owned the darkness, he was the darkness. I said GET OUT.

It rings in Riku’s ears and he presses a hand to either one. He presses harder because the ringing doesn’t stop, and it echoes into his brain. It makes him nauseous and he—he has to get away from Sora.

I’m sorry, Sora, some part of him calls, stumbling backward. I’m sorry this happened to you.

The ringing, the ringing, the ringing, it drives Riku crazy and he keeps limping until he reaches what he thinks is a balcony. The ringing is going quieter, but it’s still there—is Sora still in that room? Riku hears something behind him—maybe Sora tears down the painting. Riku doesn’t know, doesn’t care, he scales the side of the castle walls the way he and Katsu used to climb houses when they were smaller.

Riku keeps moving forward—why won’t the ringing stop?

Is this Sora, trying to push him away; or trying to pull him back?

It’s getting quieter, though.

Riku keeps moving forward. I’m sorry, he keeps repeating in his mind, as though to swat away all of Sora’s rage. Neither of those twins seemed like they could get too angry. Well—the blond, maybe. So that must be Sora. So angry all the time, but Riku knows he would be too, so he could still be the brunet, and on and on Riku’s thoughts go. I’m sorry, he’ll repeat, and he’s not sure if he’s sorry this happened to Sora and he can’t save him, or sorry that he’s wondering this at all. I’m sorry I made you feel like you’re not enough.

The ringing stops.

Riku drops his hands and suddenly recognizes the cold. Wrapping his arms around himself, Riku shivers and blows out condensing cold air, trying to take note of where he is. Trees—ah, the forest, of course.

There’s still some light. Riku turns around and huffs. This is the last place he’d like to be found in the darkness and the last place he’d like to be found while the world keeps falling to its creatures. In short, this is one of the few places Riku likes and he can’t understand Yuu’s obsession with it. The name sends a jolt of warmth through him, the warmth of joy: Please have made it to the capital alright.

The warmth of joy is washed out with a bucket of shame: he came here to save the realm. And he spent his time wondering what Sora looked like. He spent his time aggravating him instead of freeing the realm. 

And of course, Riku—the shivers rack through him violently, interrupting his thoughts—wonders what exactly is going through Sora’s mind. Telepathy isn’t enough. Riku wonders what Sora feels and what Sora actually wants to do, instead of what he says. Riku wonders so much, but that’s not important.

What’s important is the people he loves who he can’t count on one hand, who grow every single day. When he was small it was his brothers, and then it was Kairi, and then it was the town, and now it’s the realm. (And maybe, now it’s the castle. Maybe, now it’s Sora.) He can’t lose sight of that. The moment he does, that’s when he’ll be in trouble—

Riku lets out a yelp as something latches to his leg. He kicks at it, but his boots are dull and tired, and the something yanks him to the ground. Slamming to the ground without an ounce of gracefulness, Riku grabs a handful of snow and chucks it forward, alongside kicking with his free foot.

The something lets out a warbled hiss and backs off quickly, and—

Shadows.

Riku doesn’t have a weapon.

Riku scrambles to his feet and looks around. Slowly, white snow is overtaken by these creatures of the night and Riku only has a few seconds to think, and oh! Trees! They have sharp branches, don’t they?

Riku rushes out of the opening and grabs a fallen branch, the first one he grabs with no care for sharpness. He maybe should’ve cared. This one is duller than a dying light, but beggars can’t be choosers and Riku can’t be monster food.

The shadows are small enough, but Riku knows that small things can be overwhelming in larger groups. He needs to keep them down to keep an upper hand, and Riku sweeps his stick in a low arching movement, knocking three of the creatures to the ground.

They dissolve into the night and Riku dances with the night. He spins and strikes, and for a moment, there are only two more left, and he can head back to the castle and work—

A shadow claws at Riku’s leg and it tears through his slacks. Letting out a shout, Riku falls forward and quickly turns onto his back. No, no, no, he isn’t going to let these puny monsters be the death of him, not when he has so much to fight for (but how, there are so many, he can’t do this alone!)

Shadows restrain Riku’s wrists and he headbutts forward, trying to knock the closest one off balance, but all he ends up doing is flailing. What do they even want, his soul? Well, they can’t have it! Riku keeps fighting and he feels darkness suffocating him. They can’t have it, they can’t have it, they can’t have it, he needs to protect the ones who he loves, it’s getting darker and darker—

The shadow is tossed off Riku’s body and the weight is lifted from his limbs. Riku’s eyes search, dazed.

In the darkness, Riku finds something even darker; something more light than anything here. “Sora,” Riku groans. The shadows are regrouping, and Riku pushes himself up onto his elbows.

I’m sorry, Sora tells him. It seems like he’s panting; it seems like he’s human. I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you like that.

“I shouldn’t have pried,” Riku automatically says, holding his head. He's spinning. No, he's not, he's on the ground. Yet, he's spinning. Maybe he was a dancer in a past light.

No…you’re within your right, Sora begins, before turning. But shall we deal with these first?

“Probably smart,” Riku tells him, pushing himself to unsteady feet. He lurches forward and Sora is there to grab him and to hold out— “My sword!”

I had a feeling, Sora explains, holding his hands out at either side of him, that there would be trouble.

“You have some pretty good feelings,” Riku says.

I hope so. I only have so many.

Riku is about to laugh, thinking it’s a joke, until a shadow jumps at him and he needs to swing his sword down. The arch is true and it feels right, unlike the imitation called a stick. This feels right, this fight, and when the shadow is extinguished, it’s time for the next one.

The cold doesn’t bother Riku. The numbers don’t bother Riku. Nothing bothers Riku are he swings forward, accompanied only by the sound of metal, his grunting, and Sora’s loud footsteps. Sora, Riku thinks, sparing a glance or two or three or four at him.

Sora is a fighter. It’s like he was made for this, mixing between magic and physical combat. Both leave Riku reeling and for a second, Riku imagines someone else.

He imagines the boy with blond hair, back to back with him. “We’re almost there!” Riku tells Sora and Sora lets out a grunt to let him know he heard, and the two kick off each other again. The shadows keep going. But they’re bound to come. The blond is nothing but rage, nothing but—

Riku feels a wave of joy take over him, a joy that isn’t his.

Riku slices and imagines the boy with brown hair, switching spots with him. Sora’s better at large groups and Riku’s better at large shadows. The two nod to each other and they’re fighting again, and there’s almost a hop in Sora’s step, like he hasn’t fought in a while. No, he has fought.

Like he hasn’t fought with someone in a while.

Riku slams his sword down and imagines the boy with brown hair, sticking to his forehead, laughing.

The shadows are gone. Riku turns around—

And sees the Beast looking back at him.

Riku smiles at Sora.

I’m so sorry.

I wish I could save you.

I wish I could love you.

…can I?

I hope you enjoyed that!!! like I said, EXTREMELY self-indulgent. I'm so sorry, your AU just gave me brain rot! I was inspired by the scene above where Belle gets attacked by wolves and the Beast comes to save her, except... well, this is Soriku, they would kick ass together!

happy holidays! thanks for a lovely prompt <3

#andrew's fanfics #fanfiction #kingdom hearts #soriku #beauty and the beast #batb au #go read SEDI everyone!!! #secret santa 2023

[daenerysoftarth]

Not to defend Rhaenyra again, but when people say that she was ‘stupid’ for having kids with Harwin, their misunderstanding of Westerosi politics really shines through for a couple of reasons

(1) Many people say ‘oh well she shouldn’t have had kids.’ This is pretty ridiculous considering the stability of the realm is considered to rest on the ability of the heir to have kids. If an heir doesn’t have kids to directly succeed them, it can launch succession crises. Even if the realm considers Aegon II as her heir, it still makes Rhaenyra’s political position much more vulnerable. If she has no direct heirs, she is much easier to eliminate in order to install their preferred monarch as heir. Considering book!Alicent is advocating for Aegon II to become Viserys’ direct heir—passing over Rhaenyra—and becomes cold with Rhaenyra when Viserys refuses, I imagine Rhaenyra knew full well that it was a distinct possibility that she might be deposed if she didn’t have heirs of her own. Even with show!Rhaenyra, it’s shown that Tyland Lannister, Otto Hightower, and Criston Cole have all been colluding for quite some time before Viserys’ death to install Aegon II as king. If Rhaenyra had no children of her own, it would’ve made it even easier for them to accomplish this. Not to mention, it would look bad for her on a personal level, as she may be thought of as barren (which would make future marriage pacts difficult) or cold to her husband.

2. To this many say, ‘Well she should’ve found someone who looks more like her husband.’ This is particularly ridiculous. In both the show and book, Laenor has the Valyrian look of white hair and purple eyes. The Targaryen’s roots of Valyria make them unique to the lords of Westeros, as only Houses Velaryon and Celtigar can also claim Valyrian heritage. And unlike the Velaryons, the Targaryens have dragons. In large part it is the dragons that set the Targaryens apart from Westeros, but their slightly alien look definitely adds to that air of exceptionalism that the Targaryens thrive on to maintain their power. This is all to say that finding individuals that have the same Old Valyria traits is extremely difficult. We know this because it’s specifically noted that when King Aerys II was searching for possible wives for Rhaegar Targaryen, he specifically sought suitors with the Targaryen look in Westeros. When that failed, he even went to Essos to search for a woman of noble birth to become Rhaegar’s wife, so as to ensure the inheritance of white haired, purple eyed offspring. Aerys failed to find a match in both Westeros and Essos. It was only after searching in these two continents that he agreed to marry Rhaegar to Elia Martell, because of her distant Targaryen ancestor, princess Daenerys Targaryen. Finding someone who ‘looks like Laenor’ would be no easy feat, much less someone who has access to Rhaenyra and whose presence would not attract immediate suspicion.

3. Which leads me to my last point. People sometimes say, ‘They should’ve tried for a baby anyways.’ In the books, at least, it’s said that Laenor is the one that spurns Rhaenyra. To this I say, should she have sexually assaulted him so as to procure an heir? Additionally, the Middle Ages understanding of sex and procreation was much more primitive compared to our own. Some royals didn’t even know that intercourse was required to have a child, such as King Louis and Marie Antoinette. Those who did understand weren’t sure what factors helped conceive a child and what did not. Something like ‘semen contains sperm which is used to fertilize the egg’ was not something that was known to people at the time. Therefore, the suggestion of using a turkey baster to artificially impregnate Rhaenyra are laughable. As for the couple themselves, it’s entirely possible that Laenor simply inserted himself into Rhaenyra, lay there for what he thought was an appropriate amount of time, and then withdrew without ejaculation. It may sound ridiculous, but I’ll also remind you that it was thought for a time that jumping backwards and sneezing after sex was thought to be a sufficient form of contraception in parts of medieval Europe.

All of this is to say that, in my opinion, Rhaenyra made the best of a difficult situation. It wasn’t ideal, but the alternatives were worse. And we shouldn’t shame a woman for what amounts to nothing more than having sex outside of marriage.

#asoiaf #hotd #rhaenyra targaryen #harwin strong #laenor valeryon #jacaerys velaryon #joffrey velaryon #lucerys velaryon #team black #my posts #valyrianscrolls

[russilton]

since the topic of gewis christmas au is open: I present a royalty gewis au where George is a prince (people’s princess) who has responsibilities and all the royal duties. He has to prove his citizens that he is worthy of being their future king and all that stuff. So of course growing up he was taught with royal etiquettes and following royal protocols.

Enter Lewis. A city man who is here for some kind of job. Maybe there is a charity event for kids or something. But him and George meet. They have to work together for the charity event for kids and get to spend a lot of time together which leads to a lot of un. Snowball fights with the kids, Lewis seeing George with his people and if George is this good as a prince, he can only imagine what George would be like as a king, Lewis taking (sneaking) George to do things he wasn’t allowed to because he is a prince and safety first. Them obviously falling in love.

Bonus for the Mercedes team: Toto and Susie as George’s parents. Toto having all these rules and regulations for George which parallels what Toto has for George now (his driver contact and not being able to go skydiving). Susie being the cool mum. Jack and George moments. Shov, Michael, and James Allison and Vowles as people that work for Toto.

Bono, Angela, Valtteri working with Lewis and they are all here for their company. Them helping Lewis sneak George away.

Obviously there has to be angst before the happy ending. Toto finding out about Lewis and George. George who used to be his perfect following child turning into a rebel under Lewis’ influence but really George was a rebel before too. He just never got caught until now. Toto sending Lewis and Co back. George becoming angry before he becomes sad because he just lost the love of his life. Toto seeing how sad George is and realising his mistake and giving him the green light to go get his man. George going to Lewis’ city and to his work place. George and Lewis confessing their love for each other and bam happily ever after.

Of course can’t miss Alex as George’s best friend. The one who is supporting George throughout and pushing him to Lewis and telling him to go for it. The funny, supportive best friend.

So yeah that’s basically it. Thank you for bearing with my royal christmas gewis au brain rot.

OHOHOHOHOOHOHOH YES YES VERY GOOD all fandoms need royal au’s and this is, forgive the world play, KINGLY SHIT, and I have extra thoughts under the cut if you want them

The only thing I would suggest (if you’re open to it) is finding a way to weave into Lewis knowing about or being a part of royal structure BEFORE he meets George- the only thing I am a stickler for when it comes to turning merc into a family structure is remembering that Lewis was part of it before George- I’ve seen lots of people other Lewis in place of George- separate him from them and make George their baby and Lewis an intruder- and that always feels unfair at best prejudiced at worst y’know, it was his family before it was Georges- if anything, Lewis made it the family it is (yeah I know bono and shov were there before toto and Lewis- bite me and take the ride) you could even have George be an adopted son if you needed to- it just feels wrong for George to suddenly have more right to them than Lewis just bc he looks like Toto and was their junior- when Lewis was a part of McLaren MERCEDES when he was in his early 20’s

SO I would suggest possible knight of the realm Lewis, also bc hes v knight core in sooo many ways- so he could be part of the upper military, young when he joined but proved himself and trusted, he earned his way to being one of the most decorated knights ever known, and hes loved for it. Toto knows him well but he was never introduced to George or Jack due to the political and military nature of his job (and it keeps away any power imbalance between him and George)- and Lewis is away so much on diplomatic missions for Toto with Angela, Bono, Val and sometimes either James that there aren’t rlly places for them to cross paths, especially if it isn’t a modern au.

Perhaps they were even on an extended mission for the last 5 years or so coinciding with George being trained more seriously into his role as a prince- Toto might have travelled between them but Lewis wasnt at the palace to see George go from a distantly talked about young man he saw in passing to a whole ass adult man. It also means Lewis would be well aware of the outer palace and places to hide with George- while giving George the upper hand inside areas the royal family lives that Lewis would never have seen

It would also provide the angst for toto- yes he trusts Lewis and knows hes a good man, but its suddenly different when Lewis is courting his son- and hes especially aware of their age gap. And Lewis gets to say ‘you trust me with the country but not George??? The country should come before your son’ which of course it should but its hard to be in that situation as a parent, and it works out when literally the entire upper court and susie point out what a good man Lewis has always been, how they trust him with everything except the royal dogs because Lewis will baby them too much- and toto finally softens.

Anyway i adore ur idea and it got me rambly as hell in the BEST way

#asks #autumn816 #mark talks britcedes #royalty au

[novaauster]

HELLOOOO LETS KILL OURSELVES OVER HERINES HARASAEON. evil of you to do this when im hungover i already almost teared up literally just seeing kiva have her own character tag. like those are my babies from my silly little head and people are creating beautiful things for them!!!! insanity. let's go:

"I just needed a plot device in order to make that boy talk about his feelings bc he only does it if he's homicidal or inebriated" another horrible day fighting the hella-rin allegations

"She never touches his skin, only his scalp, only when doing his hair." fuck the hangover i need a DRINKKK

ama. my best worldbuilding addition by far but also my mortal enemy

"Rin wants to venture into the realm of the gods, find which one is responsible for time, and hold a knife to its throat. He’d force it to turn back the hourglass and eat his words. He’d get on his knees before it and tell it that time itself, and every word spoken, and every word unspoken, must bend to the queen." this whole thing is quite literally some of my favourite writing of all time this is insane this is tattooed onto every inch of my skin i preach this from street corners i spray paint it on buses i-

THE WITCH HAS SHORT HAIR? INTERESTING

they're all so formal lmaoooo. down with monarchy but my harasaeons are okay ig

DRAKO AND AKILA MENTIONED IN A FIC INCIDENT 2 DEAD ONE STILL WRITING LETTERS

"He was born as an apology and he lives the life of a paragon. He likes to be responsible." nova your days are numbered. when i catch you

YOU EQUATED KIVA'S INFLUENCE ON THE PROCEDURE TO SUNLIGHT WHAT IF I KILLED MYSELF. AND ALL THE LANGUAGE REGARDING SHADOW/DARKNESS WITH RIN. MY LAST STRAW

"Her hand brushes a strand of hair back behind his ear, and he hears, more than feels, the kiss to the top of his head. “I’ll be right outside, baby-- baby.”" worst day of my fuckass life

KIVA OBEYS. I CANT DO THIS

clean clay is such a fun addition i love that. also love how official you made the practise of witchcraft bc that's EXACTLY what i want from it like it's literally like talking to any other medical professional

"He spends his time in the sunlight of the library, Kidaro napping on the windowsill, with political treatises, historical scrolls, and the occasional epic poem spread out around him like a hurricane, a method to its madness. He enjoys it. He was always a child with his head in the clouds. He does miss music, though. The palace can get quiet" MY BABY MY BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

RIN IS THE OBEDIENT ONE. KIVA OBEYS. DOG MOTIF HARASAEON IS THE BULLET IN THE GUN IM HOLDING

HELPPPPPP MARY IS KINDA GAGGING HIM HERE LMFAO I LOVE HER

HE TOLD HER ABOUT LILLA????? KING PUT THE VODKA DOWNNNNNNNNNN

"Royal blood, good for nothing but animal feed." NOVA. WHEN. I. CATCH. YOU

AND HE CANNOT ASK DRAKO. THEY'RE BROTHERS THEY'RE MAATUI BUT EVEN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS WILLEM IS SOMETHING THEY CANT MAKE PEACE WITH

'would you still love me if I was a worm?' caught me SOO OFF GUARD IM CACKLING I CANT BELIEVE YOU ADDED THAT

"Rin had created a ten-step plan for the event that one of them met the same fate." HES SUCH A NERD I WOULD KILL FOR HIM

memory so bad i actually checked my kuserian dictionary bc i was like 'oooo ghost being translated to death-shadow is cool why dont i remember that' girl....

HAMMARIIIIIIIII. the way even her name made my stomach flip. what if i cried

got too immersed in the procedure and forgot to live react oops

"he would do anything if it meant he was doing it right" "It’s just that a firstborn is a war. A firstborn is a hurricane with a thousand buzzing wings. It is an omen seared into the back of all their necks, it is once-in-a-generation, it is a gift from the gods. And Rin is not one."

DID YOU. DID YO UFCKNING PUT EPIC OF GILGAMESH IN THIS. DIIIIID YOU FUCKING DO THAHFT. HOW LONG IS THE EYE ABLE TO LOOK AT THE SUN FROM THE VERY BEGINNING NOTHING AT ALL HAS LASTED HE'S BEEN DEAD SINCE THE BEGINNING IN THE STORY OF GODS AND KINGS YOU WERE DEAD BEFORE THE INK DRIED

drako's first thought only being to ask 'will you be okay'. frankly i cant take much more. is this how you guys feel when i talk about them because this is AWFUL

"There were myths, in the burnt edges of the kingdom, that said that there were only ever two Harasaeons. The queen and the heiress, switching places in a cycle like night and day. Hammari and Kiva, two stages of the same life, the snake’s egg and the hummingbird. And then, their reincarnations, Lugalia and-- who? The queen is dead. Long live the queen. It is a form of immortality. Rin shattered it." STOP STOP MAKE IT STOP

the philisophical conversation. is love a form of magic. the chasm of his birth. im going to GET YOU

"Please, Ama. You don’t have to love me anymore. Just remember how it felt when you did." THROWING UP BLOOD

that was. im a changed person i need 3-5 business days to think about this i need to call my mum i need to get drunk i need a fantasy witch to cut my tits off

omg hi!!! so true herines harasaeon group suicide girls night <3 and kiva has made her ao3 debut! she's girlbossing she's literally a debutante she is the queen of all time. yeah

-the witch does have short hair! she's from the east (where the monsters are) and yknow I figure that her powers are used for medicine, but if she didn't have all the safety things put in place (no sunlight, careful runes and careful chants) and just went hogwild on a monster she could basically Shigaraki that thing. monster hunting is her side hustle tbh

-the formal speech was fun for me idk. watched too much BBC Victoria with my mom and now I gasp like a gossiping old lady when I write the phrase "You have my permission to withdraw" bc it's SUCH a power-play it's so good.

-my days might be numbered but so are Rin's

-sunlight and shadow motif with nuance is always sm fun. me when characters are bright and carcinogenic. me when characters are invisible, shadows dogging their own steps, silent and beaten-down and elegant all the same. yeah

-“I’ll be right outside, baby-- baby.”" worst day of my fuckass life too tbh, that's the line that really clicked the whole fic in place for me. kiva loves him but not enough to change him. baby boy good luck taking care of yourself. etc

-dog motif harasaeons you will always be famous

-clean clay and also the oldest sigils Mary paints on Rin are cuneiform if that wasn't clear. mesopotamian aesthetic goes hard

-Mary DOES kinda gag Rin lmao. she's literally so Kanut-coded I can't stand her. she's like 'i won't throw hands with a child but i will permanently invert his worldview with some moderately harsh words and also disrespect the queen if it means showing him that there's someone who supports his evolution wholeheartedly'

-he cannot ask drako!!! grief is something the harasaeons can't stand i think. kiva ignores rin like an open would because she grieves him and lilla. willem is given the same treatment

-"would you still love me if i was a worm" is a tonal shift I wasn't sure about but I think it works. something about siblings defaulting to poking fun at each other when they can't stand the truth. their love must go either unspoken or mocked. they can only survive it with a little humor and a little grace

-rin is the nerd of all time and i love him for it

-i'm gonna be so real death-shadow meaning ghost is something i stole wholesale from Mando'a. like the language for star wars mandalorians. but yknow what the concept fucks hard and george lucas doesn't own the literal mistranslations of his peripheral conlangs

-"It’s just that a firstborn is a war." harasaeons when they have to decide between an insane warmongering eldest daughter and literally anyone else

-yes i did put the epic of gilgamesh in there. yes i was browsing Amazon Goodreads for good quotes in the middle of my economics class. dw about it

-drako asking 'will you be okay' IS how we feel when you drop the saddest lore of all time on us unprompted, yeah x

-Lugalia and-- who? The queen is dead. Long live the queen. It is a form of immortality. Rin shattered it." me when Rin ending the cycle could have been construed as a positive ending to the cycle of generational trauma and violence but instead it is a betrayal to his heritage

-"is love a form of magic" is also one of the central lines of the piece. i wanted to show the deep childlike core of Rin's pain. Tell me a story about how it ends where you're still the good guy I'll make pretend cause I hate this story where happiness ends and dies with you I thought good guys get to be happy I'm not happy. etc. you know how it is

tysm!!!!

#tbosposting on main

[abugwritesstuff]

labor

the pieces of the song "labour" by paris paloma that i've been seeing inspired this- in particular because of one of the lines. this is dark and i wrote it up in like, two hours last night and today, so 🤷🏻‍♀️ reader discretion advised? this is not particularly happy lol. also guy is just overtly evil in this. i don't even know that guy is this bad in-game but his vibe in the prologue is so intensely malevolent that well, here you go.

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You make me do too much labor.

All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid

Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant

Just an appendage, live to attend him-

So that he never lifts a finger.

24/7 baby machine

So he can live out his picket-fence dream

It’s not an act of love if you make her-

You make me do too much labor.

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She had succumbed to it. What else was she meant to do? No one had really tried to stop it and from the beginning she’d been powerless. A helpless chick, that headmaster had said, then left her utterly alone and defenseless. The academy had been pretext, she figured. He’d always been content to let her slip away into that prince’s grasp, and so was everyone else. She’d hardly learned a thing in the time she’d been there, however short it was. Some excuse for an institution of learning.

In her memory, she could see the looks in their eyes. The discomfort. The irritation, sadness, confusion. That blue prince had apparently been disallowed from confrontation. The green one was allergic to it. The pink one was a spineless lapdog and the purple one couldn’t be bothered to focus on anything that wouldn’t fuck him. Fine. So he’d come along, declared her his, as though it was obvious and inevitable and everyone behaved as though that made sense.

After a point of time she’d resigned herself to it. Loved him, even, in her own strange way- he was rescuing her in a manner of speaking, keeping her safe from whatever other threats loomed outside, too many to count. If it hadn’t been him it would have been someone else eventually, he’d told her. There was no future where she was not a pawn. There was no timeline where she was not in possession by someone somewhere. Better the devil she knew than the one she didn’t, she told herself. More frequently she ran through that phrase in her head as the years passed. 

A wedding came along. The festivities occurred, as did the honeymoon, and the assignment of royal duties- to what extent they were allowed when she wasn’t called to action as a magical battery of sorts, or ivory-towered away from prying eyes. She was either in or out of use. Like a vacuum- pulled from the closet for use but then left in the dark to collect dust. Now, she was of a bit more importance than that. Instrumental in our success to annex the realm, he’d told her. It was the closest he’d ever come to praise, so she tried to relish it. 

Of course, that wasn’t to say her only uses were being siphoned off of for magic. No, being a queen came with more than that. The uses for her body were multifaceted. She’d given him a daughter first, much to her visceral dread. He’d been silent on the matter and she was disappointed but unsurprised by his aloofness. Not long after she gave him another. Then another. A prickling sort of anger bubbled under his surface- she could all but see it- but he stayed silent about it and continued to take and demand. She continued on as well, but with a gathering sense of something looming beneath her surface in dark, encroaching waves. Something she could not place. Something she was afraid of.

Did she try to say no? Of course. Sometimes. But that was the thing with Guy. No was not a word one could use around him. Could it be said, sure- but it would not be listened to. His magic being what it was made resistance futile. Every time in the early days when she would reject his demands or refuse to speak, he would push her under the weight of his magic and choke the resistance out of her by the sheer heaviness  of it. She became exhausted by it and eventually she agreed with him. She was a pawn. It was inevitable. And she was tired- she was so tired.

But the feeling wouldn’t leave her. It grew more intense. So she carried on with it tucked inside her like a secret. On the battle front, as the last resistance fighters gathered on the Isle of Colde succumbed to the might of Avari, he kissed her senseless from the battleship and went to finish the war off with the excess of her power, more for show than necessity, leaving her limp in the cabin, slumped against the bed and breathing shallow. This kind of moment had happened a million times over years and she’d grown accustomed to the sensation of going weak. He drained everything out of her and left her to recuperate by falling into a restless half-awake slumber until her magic recovered enough to allow her to function again. But this time it felt different. That feeling.

At home, in Avari, she’d waved goodbye to them for what felt like the last time and she hoped it would be. Those three girls, those wide-eyed and red-eyed girls she’d never envisioned herself ever having, that she’d been terrified for every single moment since they’d been born- they stood in a line at the dock beside Jasper and their governess. The oldest looked older than her years. It unsettled her to see the hardness growing in that girl’s face before her time, but Avari did this to girls and did it quickly. The younger two had already begun to lose that softness and wonder. Whatever little glimmers of joy and hope for their futures had existed naturally inside of them were dwindling quickly. Sometimes she couldn’t remember if she’d ever felt that way. Earth felt so distant.

She sucked in a breath in the silence and tried to play through each step of her recuperation as she usually did when he took from her. A deep breath in and out. And again, and again, slowly and counting through it and feeling the traces of magic trickle back in like the slow bursting of water through a dam.  A drip here became a stream and then she could feel the surge of magic through her chest again and she sighed in relief. Before arriving to Saligia she hadn’t been able to feel her latent magic, but being continually drained had given her a strong sense of it. The slightest change in levels and she could sense the way that it moved inside her body like a scale, forever trying to hold things even.  But this time the scale inside her was weighted down and she swallowed hard at the sensation moving through her. Her throat burned. And it occurred to her that it was not silent.

There was screaming. Relentless screaming. She sat up with a start, nerves alight and shaking with panic. It was a constant, continual noise that seemed to be growing in intensity and made up of an endless number of voices. It was dizzying, the way it thrummed through her head in a pounding ache. She shuffled to the side of the bed and stood, wavering on her feet for a moment for a moment before stumbling across the room to shove aside the curtain covering one of the small porthole style windows. Before her, the sea was on fire. Ships capsized one after another. Their crews surfaced from underneath the water and were immediately caught into the flames, burning until there was nothing left to burn. 

The door opened. 

“Again.”

He strode across the room and caught her as he usually did, an iron grip to the small of her back and another to her chin. His face mashed into hers and for a moment she went limp as was custom and the flow of her magic into him began- until it stopped. He pulled back with his brows knit together in irritation and his lip curled in disgust. He’d not even picked up an aura.

“You haven’t recovered your magic. Prepare for me.” With that, he dropped her like deadweight and she crumpled to the floor as he turned to leave. 

For a moment, she watched him. She closed her eyes then opened them again. He was gone.

She stood slowly and found that her strength had returned. She flexed her fingers experimentally and stared up and down along her arms. Somehow she felt fine. Much better than fine, in fact, better than she’d felt since long, long before she could now remember. The only thing that felt strange was that growing feeling of something underneath the surface about to crest, building up in her belly and rising into her throat, burning and choking until her eyes began to water. Each muscle fiber and ligament in her body felt distinct and strong but she felt full to bursting with some unnameable sensation. She found she was breathing in a rapid staccato. 

In her memory, she could not recall grabbing one of the swords off of the wall, but did remember that she felt it acutely in her hand as she drove it through the back of his head and stuck him to the bow of the ship. She did recall the fact that she was glowing a brilliant gold and that the flames extinguished in one fell swoop like she’d merely blown out a candle. When the Avarian fleet had turned on her for her crime, she recalled- with no small amount of pleasure- bringing a wave down on them. What came next was again a blur of power that flowed through her endlessly, rage after rage after rage tumbling through her body hot like live coals. She assumed later that she was probably screaming the entire time given the way her throat burned in the aftermath. 

She laid waste to the whole thing. The armies and the weapons, the towering monuments to power and the bureaucracy that built it, and somewhere at the bottom of the ocean between Avari and Colde laid the body of the man who’d declared a demigod a personal possession. She succumbed to the feeling. What else was there to do but reclaim? The fear she’d had, had been burned through and all that was left was incandescent rage and the pleasure of expressing it. 

The freedom was something she felt later on. Afterward, months and months later, when she’d taken her place on the vacated throne of Avari and gathered her daughters around her. Afterward, when the miles of coiled anguish had begun to unroll themselves and she’d spent time remembering herself when she could, between her moments re-orienting the world and restoring what had been knocked off balance-... she felt free for the first time since she’d arrived to the realm. Her power had upset this world in the wrong hands, when it hadn’t belonged to her. Now it did. 

Now it always would.

#court of darkness #guy avari

[dissociatingdumbass]

Got tagged by @mondengel2 for the character ask:

Byakuya, Rukia and Ichigo

How I feel about this character

All the people I ship romantically with this character

My non-romantic OTP for this character

My unpopular opinion about this character

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Byakuya

1)

It's my favourite of all of the Bleach characters. Really obsessed, not gonna lie. Love his character and the evolution he had during the series.

2)

Ichigo. Only Ichigo.

They're perfect for each other, because Byakuya doesn't need to be protected and neither does Ichigo. They're equals. They're personalities are very complementary. They just fit well.

3)

I never really put much thought into it, because Byakuya is difficult to have close relationship. He's been evolving a lot as a big brother to Rukia. If we're taking out the OTP thingie and just use the word friends or even BFFs, I'd say (in my series) he becomes quite close with Inoue (after therapy). He'd also have a very cool bond with Karin over their respective husbands...

4)

He's autistic and demisexual. I HC all Shinigami as being naturally Pansexual, so... (Isshin is just a fucking idiot who spent too much time in the World of the Living)

I also don't think he was really, really in love with Hisana. I think he was young and obsessed. If she hadn't fallen ill and died, that marriage wouldn't have lasted anyway.

5)

More backstory. An on screen definite cut with Hisana's presence in his life. (she was a heavy anchor and some of you still ship them, like people don't have the right to heal and move on...)

I wish he had been the one to go with Ichigo to fight Yhwach.

I wish we had more story about what happened in the Royal Realm.

I wish people would stop saying he should have died... No he shouldn't have!

Rukia

1)

I like her a lot. She's a tomboy. She's aggressive and rispid at times. She's got a good heart and she's powerful. She's a dork... Just like her brother.

2)

Currently, Renji... Because in the end (even with that awkward beginning) they do match perfectly. And Renji evolved a lot during the entire series.

I had a time when I thought she'd be good with Inoue, but then I started to change my mind.

3)

Ichigo is her absolutely non romantic other half.

They bounce off of each other in hilarious ways sometimes. They have a good rapport and they absolutely trust each other.

4)

Do I even have one?

Only in the background she's given... Which is none. We don't even know how she survived being dumped in the middle of the street (anime) or in the middle of nothing, against a tree (manga). There had to be someone who found her and took her in in those first years. Babies don't survive on their own.

The Prologue doesn't exist for me, so I'm not even going there...

5)

I wish they would have shown in more detail the evolution of her relationship with Byakuya. I'd like to see them being shown more as the close siblings they should have been from the start.

I wish we'd seen a contrite apology from Renji for being an asshole towards her in the beginning.

Ichigo

1)

Whereas Byakuya is my awkward, autistic, demisexual ass... Ichigo is my short fused temper,my sarcasm and my wish I could just help and protect everyone around me. (except I'm... just me...)

He's the best Main Character ever, for me.

His essence is in his name.

2)

Byakuya. No one else, ever...

When I started Bleach I wasn't even focusing on pairings. I like the story and the battles.

The Lost Agent Arc was what made me go "Hold up! What?" And then I went back and analysed every single interaction between Ichigo and Byakuya!

They're so perfect for each other!

Byakuya's growth is solely due to Ichigo being in his life.

It's the way he crash landed on the raven hair's life and changed it for the better. And Ichigo also learned and evolved into a better person and better warrior because of Byakuya's influence in his life. I mean Young Tensa even looks like Byakuya! (No. Not Yhwach. You're wrong.)

3)

Rukia.

For all the reasons mentioned prior. They're going to be such chaotic in-laws... (in my series)

4)

That man is gay... He's also Ace.

People think he should have pressed Isshin into saying the truth during those 17 months. I think what he did was indirectly say "I'm giving you the chance to come clean on your own." and when Isshin didn't, he didn't press the subject because he's prideful and stubborn. It was a test and Isshin failed... As per usual...

5)

He should have stayed in the Soul Society right after the Quincy War.

He should have been honest at that point and say in no uncertain terms that he absolutely HATED the normal life everyone in the World of the Living seemed to think he should want.

He should have become a full fledged Shinigami in the 11th squad.

And Kubo should have been a better writer and not have punished Ichigo with that fraud of an ending.

(He also should have been shown decades afterwards and be either shown or implied that he was with Byakuya... But that's just my representation starving ass because I'm tired of heterosexuality in media.)

Tagging @the-winds-of-kushala (going multifandom here) : Kenpachi/ Ben Tennison/ Dazai

@bothzangetsus : Shinji/ Renji/ Unohana

@ichijager13 : Oskar Von Reuenthal/ Yang Wenli/ Dusty Attenborough

#asks #fandom asks #character asks

[lilborealis]

It’s All About Confidence, Baby

Warnings:just regular mortal Kombat violence, nothing special

Word Count:3,493

Summary:It’s another tournament and Yumi is bored of being a champion. It’s the same thing every time. She becomes interested though, when the new champions of Earthrealm show up. She doesn’t know why but she’s sure as they seem different.

This is based off of Confidence by Ocean Alley if you couldn’t already tell by the title

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Celebration was alive in Outworld but Yumi was in her room. She stared at herself in the mirror, finishing in braiding her long, dark hair. She adjusted her headpiece and pulled up part of her bodysuit to accentuate her chest. She turned around in the mirror, looking at her entire self.

There was then a knock at the door. “Yes?” Yumi hummed as she spritzed herself with her perfume.

“Princess?” The familiar voice of Tanya came from the other side. “Are you coming?”.

“Yes Tanya” Yumi replied quickly but groaned internally.

Normally, Yumi enjoyed a good party. She was famous across Sun Do for putting them on after all. The festival at the moment was supposed to be special, as it celebrated her late father. He started the martial arts tournament with Lord Liu Kang to foster peace between the realms. Ever since he was killed though, the celebration of his life accompanied the tournament. She missed her father, terribly, and she thought he deserved a celebration of his life. Except it didn’t feel like a celebration.

Her mother, Sindel, had made it feel more like a duty. “Your image is important, Yumi” Sindel’s voice echoed in her head. “You must act for the sake of the Royal house”. Yumi never asked to be scrutinized all the time for everything. She didn’t even like when people called her “princess”. She didn’t feel like she could celebrate the father the way she felt he deserved.

Tanya knocked again and Yumi finally answered the door. “There you are, princess” the guard greeted her with a smile.

“Don’t tell me, my mother sent for me” Yumi remarked.

Tanya shook her head and gestured for her to lead the way. “Not at all, what party could be complete without Outworld’s party girl?”.

Yumi scoffed as she left her room, closing the door behind her. “You are too kind, Tanya, but I see right through it, all the princesses must be present for the royal house’s “image”. She briskly walked past Tanya and straightened her shoulders. She took a deep breath and put on a poised smile. “But you are right, what party would be complete without me?”.

She went into the throne room, where most people were conversating. She glanced over at the thrones to see her mother and sisters weren’t here yet. Good, a little more time for her to actually enjoy the party. She drifted around, chatting and drinking with most of the nobles in court that were present. Many of them talked to her like they were best friends, when Yumi knew a lot of them loved to talk about her behind her back. According to some of the more “stuffy” members in court, she seemed to “forget” that she was princess by how often she was the subject of gossip based on her “antics”.

She was just mindlessly nodding along as a duchess spoke of her vacation when there was a disturbance coming from the other side of the room. The princess looked up to see General Shao had finally arrived and was currently staring down some man she didn’t recognize. Yumi moved closer, to see the man General Shao was probably threatening was standing beside Lord Liu Kang. Near them was also three more men and a woman.

“The earthrealmers” she muttered as she quickly went to go see what was going on. “Finally, things just got interesting”.

She walked up to the confrontation as she heard the General vow, “we will destroy your champion, Liu Kang, he will taste no victory”.

Yumi scoffed, “now that wouldn’t make it fun, now would it?”.

The general turned around, allowing the rest of the earthrealmers and Liu Kang to see her there. The General let out a forced, “your highness”. She just smiled cockily as she knew the General didn’t exactly like her. She didn’t like him either, due to his abrasive nature and often strict lifestyle. He could not do anything to her because he risked execution if he even laid a hand on the princess.

“Always so uptight” she said cooly, “isn’t the purpose of this tournament to foster good will between the realms?”. She moved towards each of the earthrealmers, taking each of them in with a close eye. She stopped at the man in the suit with a sword on his back. He was tall and she thought the best looking out of all of the champions of Earth. With a muscular build and intense, dark eyes. “I mean, I certainly don’t mind the earthrealmers” She remarked while still looking at the man in the suit. She calmly looked towards the General again, “and a tournament isn’t a tournament if there’s no friendly competition”.

“And might I remind you, princess, that your loyalty is to Outworld?” General Shao retorted. She could practically see a vein in his forehead due to how annoyed he was with her already.

She just laughed, “just because I don’t mind the earthrealmers, doesn’t mean you should question my loyalty”. She nonchalantly looked at her nails as she added on with, “just make sure that you can back up all of these threats”. The General’s nostrils flared and he gritted his teeth. If there was one thing she knew he hated, it was having his “power” dumbed down. He believed that many should respect him just based on his victories and strength. But respect was not given, it was earned. His fists clenched tightly and she smirked. “Do it, General, I dare you”.

Shao just stood there fuming for few seconds before he stormed off. Once he was gone, Liu Kang finally acknowledged her existence. “Always witty as ever, princess” He said somewhat tiredly.

Yumi shrugged, waving him off, “I just don’t like bullies. The general may protect us yes, but that does not mean I like him”.

Liu Kang then introduced the princess to his stunned champions. “This is Princess Yumi. Kitana and Mileena’s younger sister”. He then went down the line, “and this is Claudia LaRue, Kung Lao, Johnny Cage, and Kenshi Takahashi, and finally, earthrealm’s champion, Raiden”. Raiden was tall, with dark hair in a bun and had somewhat broad shoulders. He looked reasonably muscular and she quickly noticed the amulet hanging at his waist. It was glowing, almost alive, with electricity.

She looked up at the champion, taking a step towards him, “what did you say your name was again?”.

“Raiden, your highness” He introduced himself once again. He seemed a little nervous at how close she was by how he avoided eye-contact.

“You don’t have to call me your highness, Yumi is just fine” she corrected him. She thought for a moment, “Raiden…..isn’t that the God of Thunder and Lightning in Japanese mythology?”. Raiden looked surprised. She laughed, shaking her head. “Am I not allowed to study earthrealm mythology? When you’re the youngest child and won’t be in line for the throne any time soon, you have a lot of time on your hands”.

“Your mother is probably wondering where you are, Yumi” Liu Kang said.

Yumi waved him off, “alright, alright, I know when I’m not wanted”. She then stared at Raiden again with a more intense look than before. “But know this, earthrealmer, you have a long road ahead”. She waved goodbye, “enjoy the party”. She left, sensing all of their eyes on her. She glanced back at Kenshi, who had a mixed expression. Yumi just threw her head back with a laugh.

As soon as Yumi left the throne room though, she didn’t even make it halfway down the hall when she was met by her mother and sisters.

“Where have you been?” Sindel asked.

Yumi shrugged, “what? Can I not mingle among our subjects? I also just met the earthrealmers”.

“Save the mingling for later, sister” Kitana insisted, “we have to start the tournament first”.

Yumi rolled her eyes and her mother glared at her. “We have an image to uphold, Yumi, based on what you’ve done-”.

“Oh really?” Yumi snapped. “You lecture me about “keeping up an image” when you should take a look at your heir!”.

Mileena quickly got up in her sister’s face. “How dare YOU-“.

“Enough!” Sindel snapped and got between her daughters. “We have no time to argue” She told her youngest and oldest daughter. She gestured to the awaiting throne room. “We can talk about this later”. Yumi and Mileena backed away from each other, but were still sharing a fierce stare.

As soon as the tournament began, she was surprised by this seemingly harmless farmer. Raiden easily defeated Li Mei and Reiko. Reiko’s loss was probably her favorite.

Yumi had already escaped from the throne room when Reiko came storming out. “Aaawww, is someone throwing a tantrum?” She chuckled as she swirled her drink in her glass.

Reiko whipped around with a look of furry in his eyes. “That stupid farmer was lucky!” He roared.

“Sure” She giggled as she strolled up to him. She sipped her drink, “and I’m queen of the netherrealm”. He immediately knocked the drink out of her hand and it shattered on the ground. Yumi just stared at it before she slowly looked up at Reiko. “You…..” she laughed to hide her anger, “you-”.

“Do you think I fear you? You are nothing but a spoiled brat” Reiko spat. He poked her in the chest, “you have had nothing but everything handed to you, while I have to shed blood and sweat for everything I’ve had!”.

Yumi grabbed his wrist and twisted. She kneed him in the groin and shoved him to the ground. “And you are nothing but an overgrown man child who can’t stand to lose!”. She angrily stormed off down the hall, muttering curses under her breath.

She remembered the first time she met Reiko. She, Mileena and Kitana were only children when General Shao brought back a young boy from his latest victory at the time. Reiko was a scrappy kid but was a lot nicer than he was now. Anyone could see that if you were raised by General Shao, you were bound to turn out as blood-thirsty as he was.

Later that night, there was a large feast with all sorts of delights. As Yumi was eating, she looked over to see one of the earthrealmers talking Kitana’s ear off. He looked reasonably attractive, with blonde hair, a nice jaw and a charming smile. Yet, he radiated too much arrogance even for her liking. Kitana also sent her repeated glances that told Yumi, “can you believe this man?”. Sitting across from the man and her sister was the only female earthrealmer. She seemed to be annoyed with the man as she ate. There was a certain familiarity in the way she constantly rolled her eyes every time he spoke. It was like whenever Yumi would react whenever Kitana was scolding her.

Yumi’s eyes were starting to glaze over with boredom and she snapped back to reality at a sudden bang. The woman had slammed the table, yelling the phrase, “IF YOU WEREN’T SUCH A SELFISH PRICK, THAN I WOULDN’T BE SO PISSED OFF AT YOU!”. Everyone went silent at her sudden outburst, the music quickly stopping. She realized she had made a scene and quickly excused herself from the banquet. It soon continued like nothing had ever happened and the male earthrealmer went on chatting with Kitana.

Yumi looked around and saw her mother was distracted. She took this as her chance to escape as she already had her fill of food and was already looking for something else to do. She also felt where this woman was coming from.

Yumi could think of countless times where she wanted to blow up at her sisters but she couldn’t. As a princess, she had a “image to keep up” because she had to “act like a lady”. Apparently “ladies” couldn’t give a rightfully yell at their sisters when they absolutely deserved it then. She secretly snatched two glasses of wine as well.

She found the woman sitting alone near a fountain deep in thought. She looked frustrated and probably embarrassed at what she had done.

Yumi strolled over to her and just handed her one of the glasses she held. The earthrealmer looked up, her eyebrows raising in surprise. She quickly stood up, “your highness, I apologize I-”.

“Relax” Yumi insisted with a chuckle, “and just call me Yumi. Claudia right?”.

Claudia nodded and slowly sunk back into her seat. The princess sat down next to her and swirled her drink, taking a sip. There was an awkward silence between the two as the earthrealmer just stared at her drink. “Listen, if you thought that was bad, I’ve done a whole lot worse” Yumi remarked. She placed her drink down next to her, “and I saw how you were glaring at that man, that kind of anger can only happen if you know them well…..a sibling perhaps?”.

Claudia let out a long sigh and let her head fall forward, her dark locks covering part of her face. “How did you know?” She asked.

Yumi scoffed into her glass, “I’ve only seen that kind of death stare whenever either me or Mileena get lectured by Kitana”.

Claudia finally took a sip of her glass. “Johnny is no fucking brother of mine” she snapped, “and I’d rather leave it at that”.

Yumi shrugged, “alright”.

The two sat in silence drinking for a few more minutes as festivities went off in the background. Claudia finished her drink in one long sip. “I can’t imagine being a princess”.

Yumi lazily glanced towards her, “what do you mean?”.

Claudia shrugged. “I don’t know, I’d imagine you’ve got eyes on you, all the time”.

Yumi smiled, almost bitterly. The earthrealmer had gotten it exactly right. She loved her family but sometimes she wished she wasn’t a princess. All eyes on her, no matter what. She wouldn’t be getting the throne anytime soon, that was for Mileena. And Kitana was simply a spare. She was last in line, the last resort, so hypothetically they would be more scrutinized.

Unfortunately, that was not the case. Her entire life she thought that there was nothing else but to follow the rules. It all changed the moment she was sent abroad for schooling. The amount of freedom she was given, it felt like such a rush. It was the most fun she had in years.

Now though, she felt a prisoner in her own home.

“Princess?” Claudia said, getting her attention.

“Yumi” she corrected her.

“Right-sorry” Claudia apologized quickly.

Yumi gestured to the fountain with glass in hand. “If you thought what you did was embarrassing though, did you know I got so wasted one time, I took a nap in this fountain and woke up the next morning?”.

Claudia chuckled, “really?”.

Yumi nodded. She finished her wine and placed the empty glass next to her. “Yep. I was sick for an entire week afterwards and mother was furious and that’s not even the most embarrassing thing I’ve done”.

Claudia tilted her head curiously, “how do you bounce back from that?”.

Yumi shrugged. “I don’t know, it’s all about confidence, I guess”. She then quickly added on with, “and I have got too much dirt on WAY too many nobles to ever “retire” so to speak”.

Claudia sat up at this claim. Yumi just laughed, “calm down, earthrealmer, you won’t be getting to my secrets that easily”.

The next morning was the final day of the tournament. Raiden had managed to defeat nearly all of the champions, only three more stood in his way. Normally it would be Yumi and Mileena along with someone else. But based off the argument she overheard last night between her oldest sister and her mother, Yumi had a feeling that wouldn’t be the case.

Sindel currently sat in front of Raiden, who probably wasn’t expecting the earthrealmer to have come so far. “You continue to surprise, Raiden” Sindel remarked as she sat on her throne that had been brought outside, into the gardens. “Among others, you have defeated Kotal, Motaro and Sheeva. Only three fights remain. Are you ready, earthrealmer?”.

Raiden nodded, squaring his shoulders. “I am, your majesty”.

“Then next, you face one of my daughters, Yumi”.

Yumi could see Raiden’s slightly surprised expression as she appeared. She brandished her shield, silver with purple circular detailing, made by the finest weapon smiths in Outworld. In her other hand was a club, also silver with purple detailing. It was long and slender, the top it was noticeably heavier, for a more painful hit against an opponent.

Yumi grinned under her face mask. “What’s the matter, earthrealmer, assumed I was just a pretty face?”.

Raiden snapped out of his temporary state and got into a fighting stance. “Not all, princess. I am more excited to see how you are as an opponent”.

“Good” Yumi chuckled and banged her club against her shield. “I like a challenge”.

Raiden would soon realize that Yumi absolutely was worthy of being a champion. His lightning seemed almost useless against her shield as it absorbed his strikes. He soon realized that Yumi was equally skilled with her club. Of course Raiden was taught how to go against an opponent with a weapon, but none so fierce as the princess.

He blocked one of her kicks to only be nailed in the head from her club. She bashed the edge of her shield into his chest and he fell down. Raiden pulled himself up, to barely dodge a swift kick to the face. He jumped back out of the way of another swing. She suddenly threw her shield and he ducked. In this split second moment, he knew he had his chance.

He struck her with a blast of electricity and then let loose a barrage of attacks. It was in this brief opening that the tide began to turn against Yumi.

Yumi jumped out of the way of Raiden’s fist and caught her shield. How could this simple farmer be such a formidable fighter? She couldn’t understand. She didn’t want to admit that Raiden had clearly caught her off guard.

She managed to block another blast of lightning when he suddenly grabbed her shield, knocking it out of the way. He kicked her in the stomach and she staggered back. She barely had time to move out of the way when Raiden propelled himself at her with his lightning. Yumi was blown back by the great force and laid crumpled on the ground.

She had lost.

How could she have lost? Yumi had to admit, part of her didn’t think he could win based on his status. She groaned as she felt her head throb. Sitting up, she saw that Raiden was offering his hand.

Yumi reluctantly took it and he helped her up. “You were a challenging opponent princess” Raiden told her. She was almost annoyed by how he didn’t seem happy that he won against her. His humbleness was almost irritating, yet he was so nice, that it was impossible to be angry towards him.

“Thank you, earthrealmer” Yumi replied curtly. She briskly walked past him and sat down next to her mother.

It almost seemed inevitable that Raiden would win. He breezed past Kitana and it seemed to Yumi that he had no problem against the General. Just like that, it was over.

Yumi watched the earthrealmers as they left and particularly was glaring slightly at Raiden. She relented as she could feel Kitana was watching her. “That Raiden in infuriatingly humble” She remarked sharply.

Kitana scoffed, “upset you lost, sister?”.

Yumi relaxed and stood up. She shook her head, “no, no, no I’ll live. You know it takes a lot more than that to make me overworked”. Her annoyed expression was soon replaced with a look of mischief. She had quickly noticed Raiden constantly glancing towards Kitana the entirety of the tournament. She was surprised that Kitana didn’t notice.

“I don’t like that look, sister” Kitana frowned.

Yumi raised an eyebrow, “so you didn’t notice Raiden constantly looking towards you the entire tournament”.

“You’re messing with me”. Yumi giggled. Kitana with romance was like a fish on land. She couldn’t flirt to save her life, but she normally didn’t care enough to try. Kitana sensed that her sister wasn’t lying and just rolled her eyes. “Raiden might be nice, and even if you were right, it is unwelcomed”.

Yumi groaned, “you are no fun”.

“I’m surprised you weren’t interested in him” Kitana said as she stood up from her throne.

“I considered it but he’s a little too plain for my taste” Yumi told her. They started to walk back inside as the younger thought about the man with the sword. “The swordsman though, he was handsome”.

Kitana groaned, “you are the worst”.

Yumi grinned cockily, “no one could say I wasn’t confident, sister”.

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[fatesdeepdive]

Entry 86: Teenage Great Grandmother

Paralogue 20: Ultimate Power

Niles and Odin go to a town famed for its collection of rare tomes. Odin acts like Odin. The duo runs into Odin's daughter, Ophelia, who snuck out of her baby realm to find a rare tome Odin wrote about in a book of legendary weapons. Suddenly, bandits show up and attack the town. Odin and Ophelia run in to save the day and do the same dark hero bit.

This chapter is filled with houses to visit before they get destroyed by Outlaws. Except, the Outlaws are really bad at destroying the houses. There's only one at the start, far from any of the houses, while the player's troops start close.

After the battle, Odin reveals that the tome Ophelia was looking for doesn't exist and that his book on legendary weapons is a notebook where he writes weapon names. To make it up to Ophelia, Odin gives her a rare tome and lets her name it. She names the tome Missiletainn, the same name as the sword Odin wielded in Awakening, which itself was a reference to Mystletainn, the sword wielded by Eldigan and Ares in Geneology of the Holy War. Odin is surprised by this name and Ophelia reveals that she got it from his name book. Ophelia decides to travel with our army, exciting Odin.

Also the chapter's personality lacking boss Seno is capturable.

Ophelia

Odin’s daughter who acts exactly like Odin. I guess her being named Ophelia makes Odin Polonius, which tracks. Her design is a yellow version of the generic Dark Mage outfit, which I don't like too much in general. Her resemblance to Lissa from Awakening is nice, though. Not sure what those thingies hanging over her ears are supposed to be. Her personal skill, Bibliophile, boosts her crit rate if she has at least three tomes in her inventory, which she should almost always have anyway. Fun fact, as many people have pointed out, the fact that Odin was a child unit in Awakening, who has a child in this game, who can have a child with Corrin, makes Lissa a teenage great-grandmother during the events of Awakening.

Seno

What the fuck do I say about this guy? He’s an Apothecary with two lines of dialogue. He looks like a nerd, that’s his personality.

Support: Odin/Ophelia

C: Odin watches Ophelia doing his fake legendary schtick and is left speechless.

B: Odin copies Ophelia. She stumbles upon him and he reveals that he's incredibly impressed by her flair for the dramatic. Ophelia blushes because she's been imitating Odin since she was a child. The two of them decide to be chosen warriors together.

A: Ophelia asks Odin about a birthmark on her arm, actually the Brand of the Exalt from Awakening. Odin says it's proof of her royal lineage, although that matters little in this world. Odin makes references to the first Exalt and Lucina, heroes who came before Ophelia. He brings up Lissa, saying she would be proud of Ophelia, and tells his daughter he'll say the whole story eventually.

Review: I’m a sucker for Awakening references and this Support was great. The A-Rank does a great job acknowledging Odin’s past and showing his incredible admiration for his family. The first two conversations are less impressive, but still Ophelia and Odin being impressed with each other is nice.

Support: Ophelia/Mother

C: Ophelia says she has to fight a voracious beast, which her mother understands to mean she's hungry. Ophelia's mom claims she knows Ophelia so well because she's the chosen one. Side note, I read the Corrin version of all these because Corrin is fairly generic, which made this one confusing because Corrin is a chosen one.

B: Ophelia asks if she'll become a chosen one like her mother. Ophelia's mom says she became the chosen one by wanting to protect her daughter.

A: Ophelia asks her mom to teach her everything she knows, so she can pass it on to the next generation.

Review: It’s neat that Ophelia’s mom goes along with Ophelia’s mother goes along with her bullshit. Other than that this one is fine.

Support: Corrin/Ophelia

C: Ophelia says that Corrin's aura is shitty (that is not me exaggerating, she says it's like manure) and tells her a ritual to cleanse it.

B: Corrin asks Ophelia what a chosen one like Ophelia is responsible for. Ophelia explains that her father is chosen to name things, something she sucks at because she's just pretending to be a chosen one. Corrin and Ophelia name things.

A: Ophelia calls herslef a terrible chosen one. Corrin says that she doesn't have to imitate Odin and can walk her own path. Ophelia says Corrin's aura is cool.

Review: Ophelia learning that she doesn’t have to imitate Odin is cool, although it's hampered by the fact that character development doesn’t carry over between Supports. Also Ophelia calling herself a chosen one to Corrin’s face is ridiculous.

Support: Moron/Ophelia

C: Corrin gives Ophelia a random chunk of quartz she dropped. Ophelia claims the quartz is rare and magical.

B: Corrin brings Ophelia another gem and she briefly drops the fancy talk. Ophelia asks Corrin to name the gem. Corrin says Pretty Gem because they suck at complex thought.

A: Corrin tries again, naming the gem Reckless Reckreck, which is so stupid that Ophelia loves it. Ophelia declares Corrin a chosen one and her BFF and draws the Mark of the Exalt on Corrin to show they're friends.

S: Ophelia admits she isn't a chosen one. Corrin claims that Reckless Reckreck is magic legendary and can only be found by chosen ones. Also Corrin sets it into a ring.

Review: Ophelia dropping the facade is nice, but its ignored for more naming shit jokes.

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[clarrissanewt]

Heyo, I dont know if you do headcannons but if you do could you please do (separately) boyfriend midoriya, bakugo, torodoki and kaminari x drunk reader their reaction to trying to get her home and she just keeps saying "I have a boyfriend" I just think its cute, Have a nice day:) tyy

I've a Boyfriend

this boy had almost lost it. he did tell you that it was a 'shitty fucking party' and there was no way in hell he was going to be there.

"I'd rather do the shitty paper work in Jeans office."

he did that.

little did he know you were capable of bigger explosions.

it was shitty hair who called him at midnight to pick you up. at first he was surprised why shitty hair sounded so sober. but holy crap, he realised it was you sounding too drunk in the background.

you can't fight me, he grumbled 'shitty woman, shitty fucking party,' the whole way.

you were shouting your heads out, something like 'there's nOTHING HOLDING ME BACK!!' and shitty hair beside you looked goddamn worried for his life.

bakugou's first words were 'oi, dumbass, come'. but you just squinted at him like a bright child of seven, tip-toed towards him and poked a solid finger on his chest.

"it's muscle-y," you giggled

it was cute stupid for bakugou

"home. now."

"but, i've a boyfriend. hands off!"

either shitty hair didn't find it funny or if he did, his rock ass was hiding it well.

bakugou was like 🧍‍♂️ 🧍‍♂️ 🧍‍♂️

'you come or i'll blast you, shitty woman'

you looked back at kirishima as if asking him who this angry pomeranian was

kirishima just gave you the best drunk yet consoling smile he could

not you rethinking your life choices

'are you sure, you are my...boyfriend?'

bakugou was like yeah, dude, wtf

you were never going to any party without him

poor baby was in realms of despair. he had never seen you so drunk till throat before.

i bet he told you some all might jokes to remind you who he was

idk i see him calling all might for advice

but you were just like 'talking broccoli, i've a boyfriend'

this was his fault, in his opinion, that he took his eyes off you for a minute, and the next second everything went like WHAM and there you were, standing alone, all the hundred glasses which made a pyramid before you decided they should not at your feet.

he was like 'shit', corrected himself that it's vulgar (like what, izuku) and rushed to help you step out of the mess.

you told him whatever the fuck was in the glass tasted good.

that brings us to the present, two hours after your bam-wham-i'm-drunk-man episode. you had perhaps emptied all the alcohol.

you had your purse clutched in a death grip as you slashed it through the air. a sword? perhaps.

izuku just sighed, did some natter-natter into his palms and decided to take out his phone.

'doesn't these two look like you and me?'

boi has brains

you were like suspiciously yes

izuku had a whole page dedicated to what-to-do for this um, emergency

idk he might be like 'should i steal my old man's credit card?'

like shoto, you gotta take her home, not bring her more booze

he would perhaps be sitting on the floor of the bathroom, while you were crouching from the bathtub and twisting the part of his hair.

that's a cANDY CANE

and also, i don't see him getting drunk.

'do i get soba here?' like no shoto you don't

it would take him half an hour to get you out of the bathroom. you were clinging onto his hair like a koala

'can we go home, y/n?'

you were like, 'yeah, bro, go home, i'm good. i've a boyfriend.'

and for a second shoto was like broken. you had a boyfriend who's not him?

screwed. royally screwed

idk who needs consolation at this point

'i swear upon my old man's credit card and cold soba, i love you, y/n.'

he would just go on a silent mode after that like imagine his internal turmoil is very much like lying on a floor flooding with tears

welcome to the hell ride

man would be as drunk as you if not more

also I don't see him asking you to come home. why to come home when you can bankrupt kacchan by drinking his money off

kacchan's couch's armrest is comfy. he would be sitting on it, high on whatever aqua regia kacchan bought.

you were sitting slouched on denki's arm, giggling with him

'you know, i've a boyfriend'

you have a boyfriend? denki heard that.

'i've a girlfriend too'

but denki knows your boyfriend can't be hot (think again, kaminari, this isn't a goddamn test)

you both bickered for like the whole night about whose love interest is better.

until kacchan decided that you both were migraine parasites trying to get inside his head

idk he would probably kick you both out of the house, and kirishima and sero would be there with you both because lost kids needs angel god guardians.

totally bad choice, kacchan, you gotta be the mum of the group and take those four drunk ass kids to their home.

you said you have a boyfriend again?

fucking dumb pikachu and his dumb girlfriend

next time kaachan is always over both of your heads. like nope, adios, you both are not getting drunk again

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[aeonianarchives]

Hello! Could you do the Fingon x Valar Reader, please? I'm really curious to see that 😍

Thank you for requesting this I hope you enjoy, I would of incorporated more of the fact the reader was A Valar but I didn't know quite just how to fit it in, but I hope this does it justices as i haven't seen many Valar!Reader Fanfictions.

Lament of a God

Valar!reader x Fingon

The reader is the child of Varda and Manwë, and they fell in love with an elf, Celegorm is a jealous asshole.

Your father was a proud man yes, he liked some elves but the Noldor and the Sindar well lets just say he had problems especially with the family of Finwë, they caused more trouble than what it was worth, especially Fëanor and his sons, sure Fingolfin kinda help fix it by fighting them, Fingon was nice yes he would admit that part, maybe Fingon was to nice yes, he was Kind yes.

So what would happen if you told your father and mother the King and Queen of the Valar you liked said elf, a lot could go down, and if it took a turn for the worst, well you could never see him again.

"Y/N" Fingon called it broke you out of your thoughts, which happened to be about him, more and more recently now a days.

"Can I help you Fingon" You questioned the elf paused and rubbed the name of his neck.

"Well I was just- would you like to go to the Tarnin Austa With me, you don't have to if you don't want to my father is just arranging it" Fingon said he started muttering about how he could find someone else.

You placed a Hand on his shoulder and he looked up at you "I would love to accompany you Fingon" you said with a slight smile the elf immediately perked up at that.

"I shall go find you a dress made out of the finest silks, and the finest jewellery to go with it" Fingon said running off awfully exited, you had to admit it was cute.

Through the day different Ellon's offered to take you but each time you turned them down, so now here was Celegorm asking because he thought you wanted a royal elf to take you and of course he thought you deserved it.

Fingon appared, a frown came on his face as he walked over to you and Celegorm, "Fingon, just the elf I wanted to see, You see Lord Celegorm, Lord Fingon already asked me and I said i would go with him" You said wrapping your hands around his upper arm and pushing against it, the shorter blushed.

Celegorm huffed "You deserve someone better than a insolent baby" The Elf said you laughed.

"Well I think not, sure he's not the best at Horse Riding or with a sword compared to the rest of your family, but he is the nicest and the kindest in it, and i would pick that over an elf who is as stupid and mean as he is tall, Elleth's May fawn over you but it's definitely not for your personality" You shot at him as Fingon wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his chest.

"You made a big mistake" Celegorm huffed and puffed out his chest before walking away his cloak bellowing after him you sighed as you leaned your head on Fingon's chest.

"Hows an asshole like that even allowed to walk around freely, anyone like that which isn't royal is normally thrown in jail with a crime" You huffed Fingon simply smiled.

"Would you like a Silver or Blue dress" He questioned

"Whatever one which will match you i suppose" You said he nodded and left.

Soon the Tarnin Austa Festival started, you had stuck around Fingon and Turgon since Celegorm seemed to be staying away from them.

"Hello Y/N" Came a voice you recognised all to well

"Hello Galadriel how are you" You questioned

"I am well, you" Galadriel asked

"I am also well" You said

"Really you seem to be avoiding Celegorm" Galadriel said as Fingon handed you a drink you thanked him.

"So out of this is all the mutual pinning over and your finally actually together, but i have had enough of listening to both of you go on about the other" Galadriel said

"Well, I mean, I suppose, If you do not object Y/N" Fingon said

"I do not although my father might, but we can deal with that when we are in his realm" You said Fingon smiled and wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your cheek.

"Now i want to see that Intraction your Father, and one of the elves of the elven race he hates the most" Galadriel said

"I mean it would be funny but i don't want him to kill fingon, or tell his brother to kill him" You replied.

"Now i'm scared" Fingon said

"Don't be I won't let him" You said laying your head on his shoulder Galadriel smiled

"I think you two look good together" She said.

"Thank you" Fingon say, you side eyed Celegorm who looked more annoyed than normal.

Elven Translations:

Elleon: Elf (male)

Elleth: Elf (female)

Tolkien Lore:

Tarnin Austa "passage into summer":

 BoLT page 172 is a mention of Tarnin Austa:

And now at great length is that great fest of Tarnin Austa or the Gates of Summer near at hand. For know that on that night it was their custom to begin a solemn ceremony at midnight, continuing it even until the dawn of Tarnin Austa broke, and no voice was uttered in the city from midnight until the break of day, but the dawn they hailed with ancient songs.

Tarnin Austa can be literally translated as 'passage into summer', and thus probably occurs on the summer solstice (as with Nost-na-Lothion, no timeframe is given). The term Austalendë, meaning 'Midsummer's Day', appears in the Qenya Lexicon and could very well be another name for the same holiday.

Link Here to where i got my information on Tarnin Austa

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[nanamisflowerfield]

Monologue

Thoughts

Memory of a past event

N/T: Neaarchi comes from the Greek νέα αρχή (néa archí) meaning "new beginning" or "fresh start"

The Light at the End of the Tunnel

Part III

Upon being reborn, the princess appeared to have no soul. She didn't smile like a baby, she always seemed to have empty eyes filled with sadness, which worried her guardian and brother.

Lilia: Prince Malleus, what are you doing?

The guardian fae asked as he held the small hand of a silver haired one year old boy

Malleus: I'm choosing the perfect flower for Yuu, which one do you think she will like best?

Lilia: I think she will like any flower you give her.

He says smiling lovingly

Malleus: I wanted to give her roses, to show her how much I love her, but they have thorns, they can hurt her...

The little boy looks around and sees a White Gardenia in the middle of the sea of red roses, it makes his eyes sparkle

Malleus: This one is going to be perfect!

He says picking up the flower with a bright smile

***

In front of the little baby was a mobile. It was a delicate toy fit for a baby, something for they to distract himself with. Looking at it, she felt dizzy.

I'm a child shunned by the heavens...I didn't wish to be reborn, ever. I wished, and I wished until the end, but...

The maid came to her and smiled broadly picking her up. The child avoided the maid's eyes.

As always, it was unpleasant. When I was born, I felt confused because I didn't know what was going on, but now I know my situation on a large scale.

Maid/Nanny: Our adorable little princess, how are you feeling today?

Yes, a princess. I was reincarnated as 'Yuu Neaarchi Draconia', Valley of Thornes’s first and only princess, whose rival is the Realm of Sleeping.

Although I was no longer an inhabitant of the Realm of Sleeping, I didn't like being born in the Valley of Thorns, let alone being a baby again. I hated everything that was happening to me...I didn't ask to be born again...I didn't want to...I wouldn't accept anything in this new life...I would ignore everything and everyone...so I can keep myself safe...

Maid/Nanny: Oh my, is Your Highness in a bad mood?

It would be funny and ridiculous to have been born again as a young noble girl, but I was born again as a princess, in my second life. My birth was applauded and celebrated as a miracle. Furthermore, I found out later that I was born again, overhearing conversations about the Royal Family of the Valley of Thorns. It was said that the birth of more than one child in the Royal Family was extremely rare, so all were valuable. That's because the king of this Empire was monogamous. Which was very different from the King of Realm of Sleeping, who easily allows other women to enter as concubines. Thus, being able to easily have several illegitimate children.

Also, somehow, I don't know why, but I was born the most precious girl in this country. Therefore, people quickly said that my birth was a blessing to the nation.

Another thing is the castle invasions...twice in a row...how the precious first princess of a kingdom would be "normal" for the castle to be invaded by assassins...the first time she dressed up as a maid and tried to suffocate me and the second they just tried to kill me with a dagger...both times I didn't make any noise, much less react, I wanted to die, so I could escape this life...

...

Everyone in this room was eager to get the attention and do anything for the princess.

Yuu: (I was never so well received when I was the illegitimate princess of the Realm of Sleeping. But the attention people paid me here was nothing more than a burden.)

I hate it all.

She sighed inwardly. The maids and servants always tried to make her laugh. When people came to see her, she avoided making physical or eye contact and never made a single sound.

Yuu: (If just people get tired and leave me alone…)

I thought it would be for the best, but people were very persistent. They kept showing me toys and were always eager to please me, even a little. I didn't respond to your stimuli, ever. I was willing to ignore everything and everyone.

Yuu: (If I keep closing my eyes to their attempts, at some point they will give up on me.)

There was no reason for me to do this. I am tired. I didn't want to live anymore. I couldn't help but be born, so I ate and breathed enough not to die, but I didn't want to do more than that.

“Live calmly, die calmly.”

That's what I thought the moment I realized I was reborn, however there was a lingering something...

Malleus: Yuu, I came to visit you!

He says with a bright smile approaching the maid.

Malleus: Our Yuu is so cute today too!

One and another time. He's here again...once more, he's come again.

Maid/Nanny: Your Royal Highness, Prince, did you come to see the Princess again today?

Malleus: Yes. How is Yuu?

No matter how much I tried to ignore it, this boy kept coming to me, so I had no choice but to listen to him, which was extremely difficult.

He approached the crib with a big smile.

Malleus: Look, today I brought a White Gardenia, I think it suits you perfectly!

He says putting the flower in the baby's ear

Malleus: As expected, my younger sister is beautiful! The most beautiful princess ever born in the Valley of Thorns!

“Your Royal Highness, the only Flower in the Valley of Thorns.”

The born princesses in this kingdom are named ‘Flowers’. This is my new identity.

Blue-green eyes like pretty jewels and hair as dark as night.

An excessive amount of compliments and attention were poured to a baby who just turned 10 months old. Love and treatment I was never able to receive when I was the Princess of the Realm of Sleeping.

“Haa”

She shook her head.

Yuu: (I'm sick of myself. I'd like to forget, but the memories of my past life keep coming back.)

Malleus: Did you know, Gardenias stand for purity, so I think it suits you.

He says with a big smile and with his eyes closed

Yuu: (Purity...hum...)

Malleus: But they can also mean sincerity...

Yuu: (How persistent...please just leave me alone!)

She thinks turning

Malleus: Our Yuu seems to be kind of shy...

Yuu: (No, I'm not.) I denied. Because that wasn't it. (It's just that I don't want to get close to you.) Because it was true, I didn't want to. (Leave me alone. I'll be happier alone.)

I was trying to avoid showing my feelings as much as possible. That's why nanny and guardian worry that I don't show feelings like everyone else. They even worry that I don't cry enough. I even planned it. Do not show any reaction and do not attract the attention of others. Make them pay no attention to me.

Yuu: (But why is he so persistent?)

Contrary to my wishes, he stayed by my side. He didn't look bored either. I didn't understand why he loved me. I was silent. I was bothered by the interest he showed in me and the affection people gave me.

Malleus: What happened Yuu? Hmm...I must tell you a secret?

Yuu: (A secret?)

Malleus: I've been waiting for you for a long time.

And the words that followed quickly made her nervous. Her words sounded like he knew she was going to be born.

Yuu: (How did he know I was going to be born? By chance…he and my reincarnation have some relation?)

Looking at him nervously, he answered the question.

Malleus: I've always wanted, for a long time, for a younger sibling.

He blinked. Malleus's green eyes, beautiful and bright as emeralds, were filled with loneliness.

Malleus: To tell you the truth, I've always wished for someone like me...a little sibling. Of course when Lilia adopted Silver I was really happy, but I still felt weird you know. For a long time I felt sad and isolated, with only Lilia taking care of me. But then...I discovered your existence, when I found you my happiness was so much that I could barely hold on.

He smiled slightly.

Malleus: So you became my new family. I am extremely happy, thank you for becoming my family, Yuu.

He held the baby's little finger between his hands, it was a big hand, different from the baby's. She looked at him uncomprehendingly.

Yuu: (New family…)

She looks at her brother smiling at her, and her eyes sparkle for the first time since her rebirth, feeling a strange warm feeling in her heart.

Malleus: And Yuu, your birth…

Malleus continued in a gentle voice.

Malleus: Your birth was a miracle. I was so happy, I didn't even know how to react right around you.

He smiled widely.

Malleus: I've said it before, Yuu.

Malleus whispered to the baby in a friendly voice, that pure affection pouring over her in a way she never thought it would.

Malleus: People all over the world loves you.

He continued and smiled tenderly.

I shivered slowly in the cradle he rocked. It had been days since he always said the same thing...Although, of course, that doesn't mean I can trust Malleus overnight. No matter how much he says he's on my side, my heart was already sealed.

I looked at him. I couldn't quite understand it, but I could feel one something.

That I'm very special to him.

Yuu: (No, not only that.)

The nanny who takes care of me every day, and the guardian who sings lullabies to me every night, and even the palace servants.

I was special to all of them.

Malleus: Yuu, I will always protect you.

Yuu: (Even after everything I've been through in my past life, I don't believe anyone can love me...no...they love Princess Yuu, not me!)

That's what the princess believed for a long time

Never that anyone could love me-

She squinted her eyes trying to push the thoughts away, then she felt a hand stroking her hair, it was calming and gentle, she opened one eye and saw Malleus smiling at her tenderly.

***

Like all babies I spend most of my time in the crib and sleeping, every now and then I'm placed on the floor with toys and I can even crawl, but other than that I barely leave my room.

Often, when night came, i dreamed of the past.

Whenever this happened, my family from my previous life, would appear in my dreams.

I was originally the First Princess Realm of Sleeping. But an illegitimate child.

The only ones who could be recognized as royal members of the Imperial Palace were the King, Queen, six Princes and Princesses of legitimate noble blood, which did not include me.

Despite being the king's daughter, my blood was not completely noble, I was the daughter of a servant, besides I was born based on an old quote, which everyone associated with a curse. I was given as a princess, but I had almost no privileges, most of the time I was treated with contempt and disrespect, both by my family members and by the servants. Never once have I received a loving hug from anyone but my mother. Instead, I only had my brother, Phillip.

It was like that until Aura arrived and entered the palace. That's why the Royal Palace began to light up around that girl. At first, I was very grateful for her. Like all the others.

“Perhaps that is why Brother Phillip felt more betrayed by me for my alleged attempt to poison Aura?”

But he was wrong. Because I never tried to kill Aura. So now he should resent me for not believing me. For not trusting me.

"If he had believed in me even once, maybe i wouldn't be so sad."

Lilia: My lady, my princess.

She slowly opens my eyes upon hearing her guardian's voice. She observes his figure in front of her, he had a very worried face.

Lilia: You must have had another nightmare, again.

He takes her in his lap

Lilia: You must have had a really bad dream.

After saying that, the guardian wiped the small tears that were in her eyes, and started to rock her.

Lilia: Shh...

She heard a kind voice, a soft touch enveloping her small body.

Lilia: There will be no more nightmares.

I heard stories about him, Lilia Vanrouge, the idealizer of the conquest of neighboring states, the one who raised the kingdom and created a path from the conquered states to the capital. The greatest sword master in the world. A war hero. He is wise and extremely loyal to the Royal Family. He is known abroad as someone cold, however, it was a secret that only the people of the Imperial Palace knew about; The fact that this great, unattainable man changes when he's with his family. And even now, the way he looked at me was so kind. For his deeds and loyalty, he was assigned to take care of the children of the Royal Family, mainly Malleus, but it seems that whenever he needs it he is here....

In this life I don't have parents...am I an orphan?...No, I don't know what really happened to my parents in this life, the King and Queen of the Valley of Thorns, I don't know exactly what happened to them...Am I similar to either of them? Even though I don't have parents, I'm taken care of by the nanny and the guardian, and my only living family is possibly my brother Malleus...

My guardian, who becomes infinitely kind in front of me.

My only brother, who will tell endless stories and promise to protect me from all dangers.

And a kingdom that loves me and adores me independently.

Without a doubt, based on how much love they were giving me this was my new life. Although, the more love I receive, the more memories from my past haunt me.

Yuu: (Will be could, one day, I ever really be cherishing and trust someone again?)

***

—But, Princess Aura, having a private meeting with a criminal is dangerous!

Aura: It's all right. She's trapped anyway, isn't she? I would like to exchange a few words for the last time with my sister.

Keir: Aura?

Aura: Sister...Are you well? Looks pale and is all dirty...

Keir: Aura! You need to help me little sister! You need to tell everyone I didn't put poison in your tea! You need to tell them how much I love you and that I would never hurt you! Right little sister? You know that don't you? After all we are sisters...

Aura who was previously with a worried look starts to laugh crazily

Aura: AHAHAHAH! HOW PITIFUL! HAHAHA! THAT IS GREAT! REALLY WONDERFUL! YOU ARE SO PATHETIC! HOW HILARIOUS! I AM SO GLAD I DECIDED TO COME AND HAVE A LOOK!

She says wiping a tear from laughing so hard

Aura: I'd like to see how horrible you looked before you died, but this was more fun than I expected. Alas, poor, docile, innocent and DUMMY Keir, his royal highness, the first princess. I never loved you, I never considered you my big sister, after all you are only half noble blood, the other half is just the blood of someone who is worth absolutely nothing. Very different from me who has pure noble blood. You're so miserable aren't you? This a little pitiful to be honest...

Keir: A-aura...what...?

Aura: I was attractively cute, kind, polite and generous to everyone, so I easily won their trust and their hearts, everyone was dancing in the palm of my hand....you too sister. You also poured all your love and affection into me, all the love and affection you never received. You gave me your trust and look what happened? Come to think of it, you even tried to take care of me. You danced perfectly in the palm of my hand, until you fell off a cliff into a dark deep well.

Keir: A-Aura w-why...? Why did you do that with me?

Aura: Oh, this was Mom's idea, and with a little persistence of mine, you know? We didn't think it would all take the proportion it did, maybe she just wanted to take away her royal title...well, but who cares about that? After all you are a bastard princess, with the impure blood of a dirty concubine, even if you have royal blood, everything is nullified by the fact that you have the blood of a simple and miserable commoner of the streets. And no one will remember when the bastard princess dies, you're like a princess forgotten by your kingdom. Everyone thinks you are a criminal who tried to kill the kind and beautiful second princess, blossom of the kingdom. And now you're going to be executed for that....ah...it's a shame, don't you think? It's unfair, right? You want to get out of here, don't you?

Keir: O-of course....I want to leave of here.

Aura hits the iron bars and Keir winces at the sound so she smiles abnormal as she says

Aura: Too bad that will never happen. You must already be aware of how the other family members and the kingdom love and hate you, no?

She gets up and shakes her dress to dust off

Keir: (W-what was this? Aura's eyes...)

Aura: Anyway, this was a real sight to see.

She turns around and gives Keir one last look as she smiles docilely.

Aura: See you on execution day, Sister.

In the end, my family...my brother who I trusted my whole life, my father who was the only one for me and even the maids who once took care of me...turned their backs on me. They threw rocks at me and spat in my face. No one, not a single soul, listened to my words.

~Yuu, Yuu. My beloved little sister.

Please, stop!

I screamed with all my might, shedding tears and trying to cover my ears

~My precious younger sister.

No! No!! Stop it!

~My one and only little sister.

I can't take it anymore...The more you call me that,

Phillip: I think the best form of execution for her is hanging.

Faster, I sink to the bottom of these horrible memories I so badly want to forget. No matter how sweet and kind your words are. I will not believe them. Never. I won't love you either. Whether it's joy or sadness, I will remain apathetic. That way, no one will be interested in me, or even come to love me. Making sure no one will try to find me in the depths of this darkness. And so I will disappear and be forgotten by everyone.

Nonetheless...

~Yuu, I love you so much my little treasure.

Over and over, why do I...

~I will always protect you Yuu.

I feel happy for your warm words? Why do you persist so much in this? I don't love you, so why do you insist on showing love for me?

to be continued...

Another great part, my dearest!🥺💕💕💕 and it will be continued!!✨ can‘t wait to read more! ;w; I just love it. The idea, the plot and everything is wonderful!💕

#nanami answers #The Light at the End of the Tunnel

[kittydemon9000]

SO MERLOPIAN KAI PART 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

So, with Kalmaar, he ofc immediately goes to his parents about his feeling, slightly placing his revenge on hold. They are...dubious about it, but Maya raises the point of how there has never been a human/merlopian hybrid before, and from what Ray has told them about having two EM parents it’s possible for Kai to have some water abilities himself, which could be what gave Kalmaar his feeling. So, they agree to look into it.

Moving on..... Uh. Kai doesn’t have a fun time in S6, as briefly as he’s there. You see, Nahdakahn knows exactly what buttons to press and is able to get Kai into a panicked state where he, on the verge of a panic attack and mental breakdown, just says “I wish that I could just be normal! I wish I could just go home! I wish I could be with dad and mom and father and Kal and Bentho and Nya!!!”

The “normal” comment comes from how they weren’t able to completely hide Kai’s heritage since yeah, there were other people on the boat who saw him. That and he also tried a lot less to keep it hidden. And because some humans are assholes, he has to deal with that.

So ofc, Nahdakahn interprets it in the worst ways and as two wishes. Kai is now a full human yes….but was also sent to where the fish fam currently were……which just so happened to be at the bottom of the ocean.

So yeah, double trauma for both groups. Kai got to experience what drowning felt like, and his fam was essentially forced to watch him die since there was nothing they could do. They were too far under to take him to the surface and too far from the palace to take him there.

But dw, it gets even worse.

You see, the whole reason Nahdakahn is being this malicious about Kai’s wishes is because he learned that Kai was the reason the Preeminent was destroyed, thereby destroying Djinjago.

Nahdakahn is then able to do a “oh? Is this not what you wanted? I thought you wished to be normal.” Which ofc sounds really bad since it’s in front of his family. “But, I understand. You grow tired of the stares in the street, how they whisper behind you back about what you are. Not human, not merlopian, not normal. Just a freak masquerading as one of them.”

This ofc supremely pisses off the fam. Like, weapons drawn ready to commit murder.

But then Nahdakahn stop them with a “ah ah ah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. After all, I am the only way your son has a chance at living. So go ahead. Make a wish.”

Trimaar ends up being the one to do it, and is smart enough to know this uh will twist it in anyway he can so says. “I wish for Kai to be sent safely to the surface without harm done upon him.”

Blah blah blah, your wish is yours to keep, Trimaar realizing “wait there’s a lot that could be interpreted” but too late BAM now Kai’s kinda stuck on the Misfortune’s Keep.

And he....generally has a pretty bad time. Think Jay but this time it’s personal.

However, Kai’s appearance had Trimaar get the Merlopian army and start heading to the surface. The remaining ninja have a brief moment of “are you kidding me two enemies at once” before learning that this is Kai’s lost family and they’re here to help.

So now the ninja have a whole ass fish army to help them, plus a very protective, very angry fish family.

But for the rest of canon, the only difference is that when they’re leaving Tiger Widow Island, Nya gets snatched along with Jay(who was taken because he hadn’t used his wish yet) and they aren’t stuck on the island, and then later that Kai gets sucked into the sword when the ninja launch their rescue mission.

But yeah, it gets all Un-Happened by Jay’s wish(which at seeing Kai physically hurt and being emotionally torn apart at his baby sister dying, wished that none of this ever happened and that Nahdakahn was never found), only like canon Nya and Jay still remember what happens.

Nya is now firmly on team Kai Is Alive and tells her parents everything about what happened and the wish Jay made, and more importantly where Kai is.

Unfortunately, they need to take some time and prepare. Trimaar and Maya have been doing their best over the years to open the populace possibly making bonds with the humans, but now it’s finally happening. They can’t just go up there out of no where, since from what Nya has told them 1) most humans don’t even know they exist and 2) in the past few years they have been subject of many attacks, mostly from non-humans, so they need to make sure the humans understand they don’t mean any harm.

So DotD happens, then the beginnings of S7 :)

Right out, Kai never liked the museum curator. Up to that point he’d only ever caught fleeting glimpse of him but something about him Kai just despised. As a result, he also visited the museum as scarcely as possible, and thus didn’t notice a very interesting painting containing a two very strange figures.

When he learns his name was Dr.Saunders.....things don’t go well.

It happened when Kai brought the helmet with his dad’s symbol on it. As much as he disliked the curator, he was the most likely to be able to recognize what kind of helmet it was.

Then in his anger he gets himself captured.

He’s taken to a special cell lined with vengestone and has guards around the clock, and Krux takes extra care to make sure Kai doesn’t know where Ray is.

ofc it’s around this time that the Merlopians arrive and express their wishes for a possible alliance between their two races. Unfortunately they showed up at literally the worst time, and double unfortunately the people in charge of diplomacy decide to bring some of the ninja in as an extra precaution because of the villains have been running around.

So the people who join the meeting are Lloyd and Jay from the ninja(they would’ve brought Kai but he hasn’t returned from his missions yet and isn’t answering their calls) as well as some police officers and from the Merlopians is the whole royal family plus a few guards.

Both Jay and Nya have a silent moment of staring at each other since “I know and I’m not sure you know but I think you know but I don’t want to say anything since you might not”

And just as they’re about to start, The Time Twins attack. Because why the hell not.

They’re actually able to hold them off for a while, but unfortunately there are too many Vermillion. Then Kalmaar whips out his Water Powers which causes him to get kidnapped since they need both Fire and Water masters for the blade.

While they’re recovering, Lloyd then gets a panicked call from Zane saying that he checked the museum footage and Kai has been captured. The gets overheard by the royal family, and then Lloyd asks why they looked so upset at which they learn(sans Jay since wish) that Kai is royalty. The eldest son actually, and thus first in line for the throne, as well as being presumed dead for the past five years.

So basically Krux has kidnapped the King and Queen’s husband, the crown prince, and the second in line prince(if anyone knows a more fancy term for this please let me know)

Maya, Trimaar, Nya and Benthomaar are not happy. Not with the Ninjagian people, no they’re fine, but they’re bout ready to murder Krux, and they don’t even know about Ray yet.

So they offer any help they can.

Zap back to how Kai and Kalmaar are doing.

Kalmaar is….kind feral tbh. Like, he’s biting, clawing, trying to strangle them with his tentacles, and before they got vengestone cuffs on him was trying very hard to drown anyone.

Ofc, this does little to the Vermillion and soon Kalmaar finds himself in the cell right next to Kai’s. He’s overjoyed to see his brother again, albeit upset that this is why.

They both reluctantly come to the conclusion that there isn’t much they can do at the moment, and there are many Vermillion guards right outside their cells, so they decide to start catching up.

And for pretty much the rest of the season canon is pretty much the same, just shuffle around the characters a bit and add a protective Fish Fam. 

Though their little trip back in time is quite sight for the Past EMs, especially because of how Kalmaar is using his powers, which leaves Kai mostly stuck in his Fish Form. This time they don’t even bother trying to explain, just give instructions on how to defeat the Vermillion and jumping into the battle. 

And I mean just imagine that from the EMs perspective. An enemy you thought you defeated just returned with a giant metal creature and an army of snake things that don’t look like any kind of Serpentine they’d ever seen. Then a shark person and squid person??? show up and not only do they know how to fight the snake things but they also seem to be Elemental Masters???? Despite the fact Ray is very much alive and they didn’t even know there was a Water EM. Then the two not only summon dragons but they also fuse their dragons into an even bigger one with two heads.

And then all of them disappear into the sky without a trace.

W i l d

But yeah, after that it calms down quite a bit. Kai spends the time skip before S8 reconnecting with his family and his dad, and through some tech courtesy of Borg they're able to bring Ray with them :D

And Kai actually goes to meet the Jade Royal Family since y’know. He’s the crown prince. He’s kinda important and legitimately forgot about it. Luckily Kalmaar is able to help coach Kai through it, but is also a bit smug about how he finally has something to teach to his older brother. Kai was actually the one who suggested asking the ninja for help protecting the mask.....but we know how that inevitably ends.

Bentho, Kal and Nya were actually on the ship for this particular adventure, and then Nya and Bentho were dragged along when they got sent to the First Realm. Bentho, despite being the youngest sibling and to the surprise of literally everyone, was actually really good with kids and spent the most time with Little Wu, right behind Cole.

But yeah S9......Nya and Bentho have a really bad time in the First Realm beause of the heat, but at least they don’t get captured. Kai on the other hand....

Yeah at some point he gets accidentally splashed with water and well.....it definitely doesn’t help with the Oni accusations. The Dragon Hunters decide to burn him along with the Wind Dragon, which moves up their Build Our Own Dragon time table.

After they escape Faith is actually pretty chill about the whole fish thing, but she does ask a lot of questions. 

And then S10..... kinda the same. They end up dropping off as many people as they can with the Merlopians since the smoke can’t reach them.

I might make a Part 3 for the rest of the seasons, but yeah. this is where we’re at.

#merlopian royalty au #info dump #ninjago #kai #kai smith #kalmaar #prince kalmaar #trimaar #king trimaar #krux

[imagine-that]

White horse

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: maybe angst? Kind of mentions of kidnapping ig?

AN: this one may or may not have more than one part coming 🤫🤭😉 also it’s too the song White Horse by Taylor Swift and I’ve linked it so you can listen while you read or after or before if you’d like!

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Say you’re sorry, that face of an Angel

Comes out just when you need it to

“Loki get back here! We aren’t done talking about this!” You cry, chasing after the green cloaked god.

“There is simply nothing to talk about. You think leaving is a good idea, I think it is not. Therefore, you are forbidden to leave.” He says bitterly, storming away, back towards the palace.

“Oh for the love of Odin- you’re being ridiculous! You cannot forbid me from doing anything Loki! I am my own person, or am I not now my love?” You ask angrily, picking up your pace to even try and match his.

“Stop! Stop calling me that, stop trying to make it better. I am no longer your love y/n, I am no longer your anything it would seem. But no need to worry, I will be sure to think the same of you and nothing more.” He says coldly, the smirk you so despised playing on his lips.

You groan, smacking his arm. “Would you just listen to me for five minutes?! I-I don’t want to lose you Loki. But I have to get away from here, I don’t want to be contained to only this one place all my life, it’s not enough for me!” You cry, taking his cold, bony hand in your own and holding it tight. “I want to be with you, please.” You beg, your eyes filling with tears.

“Y/n, if Asgard isn’t enough for you, surely I am not either.” He says coldly.

“That’s not true! Do you know how long it took me to finally make this decision for myself? To decide leaving is what’s best?” You ask and he says nothing. “I cried for days at the thought of leaving you. I paced all the time. You’re not the only one having trouble with this choice. Loki- you’re my everything. I can’t bear the thought of losing you forever.” You promise him, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

As I paced back and forth all this time

Cause I honestly believed in you

“Then do not leave. Stay with me, become my princess. We can spend our days by the lake and reading books from the royal library.” Loki argues, taking his other hand and wrapping it around yours.

Suddenly he’s getting down on a knee, pulling out a ring box. You shake your head rapidly, not believing what you’re watching.

“Y/n, you are my princess, my soulmate and my other half. This kingdom would be unbearable without you, it would be the most boring place in the galaxy. I see colors brighter, feel things more clearly and feel like a better man than I am when you are around me. Please, do me the greatest of honors and marry me.” He gives his little speech, smiling up at you with the look of lust and love in his eyes.

“No.” You breathe, staring down at him.

“W-what?” Loki asks, a frown etched on his face.

“I said no! You cannot... guilt trip me into staying here, nor can you just propose to me to prove a point or to distract me for my choices. You... you can’t just tie me down like this. I’m not going to give up on my hopes, nor on my dreams to suit you.” You scoff, stepping back from him.

“You have to! You have to because I say so and as I am crowned prince of Asgard, you must obey!” He cries angrily, getting up off the ground quickly and moving closer to you.

You stare at him with pure disgust and disbelief in your eyes. “You may be the crowned prince but you cannot force me to obey you by any means!” You shout back in his face, breathing heavy with fury. “If you insist I must then you’ll have to throw me in the dungeons because I’d rather rot down there for the rest of my life than marry the man I’m seeing before me right now!” You snark again, tears burning your eyes.

His face contorts into a sickly grin, one that sends horrible goosebumps up your spine.

Holdin’ on, the days drag on

Stupid girl, I should’ve know, I should’ve known

“You truly mean that, do you? You would rather die without a smidge of dignity, stripped down to nothing but a caged animal in the deepest part of Asgard’s darkest, coldest dungeons than marry your beloved?” He asks, inching closer to you.

“You are not my beloved. It would seem you have killed whatever’s left of him.” You growl coldly, turning your back to him.

He laughs a cold and hollow laugh. “You do not get to walk away from me!” He bellows and you remember exactly where his temper came from.

“Yes I do and I will.” You say calmly, your stubborn nature kicking in.

“Trust you to act like a coward in a time of need for bravery.” He sneers.

You swerve back around, snapping your head in his direction.

“Continuing this useless argument with you has nothing to do with bravery Loki. It’s stupidity. And you are being irrational. I can’t talk to you like this. So yes, I’m walking away. But believe me when I say that that is the brave choice in this situation.” You explain, staring straight into his steely grey eyes.

“You said you loved me! You said we were meant to be! You said we were soulmates the universe and the gods decided were meant for each other and only each other. Did you mean one word of it?” He asks, a sad and desperate smile on his lips.

“I- of course I did Loki. I meant every word of what I’ve said to you.” You promise, tears streaming down your own features. His slender and delicate fingers gently reach up, brushing them away with his thumb, his fingers lingering on your cheek.

“Then why are you insisting on leaving me?” He asks, his voice more broken than you’d ever thought possible.

“I don’t belong here Loki. I’m destined for other things and meant to be or not, I cannot truly commit myself to being your princess, to being your forever if it means not exploring that destiny.” You say softly, resting your forehead on his chest longingly.

It’s taking all of your strength to fight the urge to wrap your arms tightly around him and agree to what he’s asking just to see his smile return but you manage.

You know this relationship could never be healthy if you couldn’t commit to it with all of your heart and soul. And if it couldn’t be healthy, you didn’t want to put either of you through that. You couldn’t handle that pain.

That I’m not a princess, this ain’t a fairytale

I’m not the one you’ll sweep off her feet, lead her up the stairwell

“Loki. You have to let me go my own way.” You sigh, glancing up at him.

He says nothing, turning himself away from you.

“I cannot do that. I literally cannot bring myself to do that. Either you stay or I am merely nothing to you. That is how it will be.” He states after taking a shaky breath.

“Loki you can’t possibly expect me to make that decision!” You cry out, mouth agape in shock.

“It is the decision that must be made. If I mean anything to you at all, you would stay and rule by my side.” He says.

“It isn’t that simple Loki! I can’t just choose you because I love you.” You groan, throwing your hands up in frustration.

“And why not? Because it is easier to run away from me, run from what it is we have than to be with me? I am fully aware of that fact y/n, it has burdened me all my life!” He bursts out, his eyes glazed over with unshed tears.

“No! You do not get to play the left as a baby card right now Loki because you know it is not like that at all! You know I harbour nothing but love for you! It is not a simple choice I’m making right now!” You argue, shaking your head.

“What did you expect me to say exactly y/n? I am not going to stand here and blatantly lie to your face and say I agree with your choice in departure nor that I am ok with it!” He shouts louder. “I refuse to let you leave! I refuse it, ok? You cannot leave Asgard, I will forbid Heimdall from allowing you to go if that is what I must do but you will not leave me like this!” He snaps, his face one of rage and possessiveness as he makes his way to the doorway and out towards the bridge to the gate to the realms.

“You can’t do that to me!” You cry, racing after him to stop him. You scramble to get in front of him, laying your palms against his chest to keep him from moving any further.

“Remove yourself from my path darling.” He warns, staring you down. Still, you remain in your spot.

“Not a chance dearest.” You growl back mockingly.

This ain’t Hollywood, this is a small town

I was a dreamer before you went and let me down

He picks you up carefully by the arms, moving you behind him effortlessly.

“If you do this I will never forgive you! I will not only leave you, I will never speak to you again. Not even if you hold one of your swords to my throat to force the words out yourself.” You shout after him, your voice void of any emotions other than pure, white, hot rage.

He pauses in the middle of the bifrost, looking at you, testing the truth behind your words as he analyzes your stance.

He meets your eyes, your big y/e/c showcasing every bit of vulnerability within you in that moment for him to see. He had a knack for that it seemed, seeing everything about you no matter how much you tried to hide it.

He knew you like the back of his hand. Normally, you felt safe and protected with that.

Now you just felt hatred for the eyes baring into your soul.

“You will forgive me someday. I am sure of it.” He says quietly, smiling softly at you.

He leaves you there on the bridge, falling to your knees with a small sob.

Deep down you knew he was just scared. Scared you would somehow be hurt or taken or used as a weapon of some sort and he wouldn’t be there to come to your rescue.

But that didn’t matter. You didn’t want your knight in shining armour. You only wanted to be free.

Now it’s too late for you and your white horse

To come around

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A few nights later...

You couldn’t take it anymore. You had paced back and forth in your room, biting down your nails out of stress and anger and the need to concentrate. Your hair was a mess, you refused to change into any of the clothes you were given, staying stubbornly in your outfit from the few nights ago instead.

Since your meltdown on the Bifrost, Loki had brought you back to the palace, stroked your hair as he tried to talk you down, calm you. It had worked, much to your dismay. You’d woken up in a foreign room and upon an attempt to leave, you found that you were being kept there.

Loki was treating you like a prisoner. He was being true to the Midgardian fairytale Rapunzel he’d once read to you in the gardens, you’d thought to yourself the first day.

“Loki, let me out of here!” You screamed desperately that day, pounding on the door until your fists ached. Crying and shrieking in hopes someone would help you.

He again, came and talked you down, holding you as you sobbed. You were a wreck, you couldn’t comprehend how your sweet, kind eyed Loki had become this monster who kept you like a toy or trophy rather than his equal, his true love.

Somehow though, you believed he was in there, crying to get out and be the one to hold you in his arms and let you go. You imagined staring into his eyes, kissing him, promising you’d be there for him no matter how far you were. It was driving you crazy, trying to flip between the Loki you’d known all this time and the one you were with now.

Maybe I was naive,

Got lost in your eyes

You’d managed to calm yourself most of the time, you’d managed to talk him out of the crazy idea of keeping you under lock and key. Even this new Loki seemed to realize it was too much, too inhuman and cruel. He apologized for having done it in the first place and you merely nodded, staying true to your promise to him. You weren’t speaking to him anytime soon, if at all.

You instead stayed in his room, staying by his side when he wasn’t taking care of his duties.

You knew he was wrong. You knew he was being awful and possessive and downright toxic but still, you couldn’t imagine not being with him. You couldn’t imagine it but you knew it was a terrible idea to willingly stay. It wasn’t what was right for you.

You stayed in bed most of the day, trying not to feel the ache for his touch in your chest the way you were now. And when you weren’t, you were standing on the balcony, watching out at Asgard. You may not love living there but you still believed it was beautiful regardless.

That was how Loki found you that evening, in a robe on the balcony, staring down at the city.

“It is beautiful with the sunset is it not?” He says calmly from the doorway, leaning against the doorframe.

You nod a bit, not bothering to turn around to face him.

You hear him moving closer but you pay no attention, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You are truly not going to talk to me?” He asks with a sigh.

You shake your head, resting your chin in your palm as you watched the sky become as golden as the palace itself as the sunset.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair from what you can see in the corner of your eyes.

You were taking your time, balancing your options on the invisible scale in your mind. You wanted to be held by him and trust him again but you couldn’t bring yourself to let him have it all. Not after what he’d done. You silently decided that letting him struggle, torturing him with your silence was your best play.

And never really had a chance

My mistake, I didn’t know to be in love

You had to fight to have the upper hand

Your long term plan for yourself was yet to be determined. Loki’s kindness and love for you was blinding you, making it impossible to concentrate on your thoughts, much less make them coherent.

You brush past him, ignoring his begging gaze as you go into the bathroom and shut the door behind you, getting in the shower. You let the water run down your hair, getting it wet while your mind starts to clear up a bit and you finally know exactly what you have to do for your sake.

You finish, getting redressed before going back into the room, ignoring the princes longing eyes as you climb into the bed, facing away from him.

“Alright, that is enough already y/n.” He sighs, pulling the blankets off of you. You jump up in shock, staring at him blankly. “I know you are mad at me however I only did this for us, my love!” He insists.

You scoff, abandoning your former decision completely. “You did absolutely NOTHING for us here Loki. You did this for you. You did this because you’re scared.” You argue back, your days of pent up anger at him thankful for a release.

“I did not! I did it to protect you, to keep us from falling apart!” He shouts.

“Please! Loki I am begging you to at least admit to yourself that you did none of this for my protection!” You cry, staring him right in the eye.

His breathing is heavy and jagged, he’s panicking, this much you knew. “I-I would never do anything regarding you for my own selfish gain.” He says calmly.

“But you did Loki. You did everything to do with this for YOUR gain.” You sob, tears covering your cheeks.

“I-I love you Loki. I truly, painfully do. But I cannot be with anyone who would regard me as some sort of trophy. I will not do it.” You continue, your lip trembling as you speak.

“I never- I never meant for it to get this far... I merely wanted to keep the one thing I’ve truly loved in my life safe. I wanted us to spend forever together, side by side.” He says, his voice so low and quiet you have to strain to hear it properly.

“I-I know.” You stammer, gulping in a breath between tearful gasps. And you did know. He was your other half, there was no way you didn’t think of the future with him in the same way he did. You just didn’t always treat it the same.

I had so many dreams

About you and me

“Please- please forgive me darling. I cannot apologize enough for the chaos and- and the harm and trauma I put you through these past few days. I was no better than my father himself. I was truly a monster.” He says, his eyes once again filled with unshed tears.

You nod lightly. “Okay.” You say quietly, meeting his eyes.

“W-what?” He asks, his eyes wide in disbelief.

“You heard me. Okay. I forgive you.” You say simply.

“J-just like that?” He says, still not convinced.

You force a laugh, continuing with your small charade. “Yes just like that. You’re my true love, I could never stay mad at you for too long Loki.” You say with a small smile.

He smiles back, pulling you into a hug. “Oh my darling you have no idea how grateful I am for your forgiveness.” He murmurs into your ear. You hesitantly hug back, wrapping your arms tightly around him.

“Always.” You promise quietly. “As much as I love sharing a room with you though Loki, I think I’d like to sleep in my own bed tonight if that’s alright.” You ask, blinking at him innocently.

He nods repeatedly in agreement. “Of course my love. Whatever you wish.” He promises, standing and offering you a hand. You take it in your own, getting to your feet yourself.

The two of you walk around talking for a few hours, making you glad for the fresh air and mind numbingly silent atmosphere. He holds your hand tight, almost as if he’s scared you’ll disappear if he lets go.

“I think I need some sleep my love. I’m feeling kind of tired.” You say with a small yawn. Without hesitation he walks you to your room, making sure you’re good for the night and that everything is to your likings.

“Loki, everything is fine. Go. I’ll be fine.” You groan exhaustedly. He sighs in defeat, standing in the doorway.

“Ok but I will be here in the morning in case you need me. Goodnight my love.” He says, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

You nod with a tiny smile, knowing that by morning you wouldn’t be there for him to help.

Once he’s finally gone, you change into something more comfortable and a little more inconspicuous, grabbing a few of your things and tossing them into a bag. You scramble to write a quick note to your family so they aren’t left entirely in the dark with all that’s happening and you ensure that the door is locked to buy yourself more time.

You climb out the window, gulping as you feel yourself dangling from so high up but making your climb down to the ground floor of the castle.

You felt guilt for leaving Loki so quickly and hastily but you knew it was for the best. You weren’t meant for any kind of fairytale life and staying with him while he was so controlling and had become so dark wasn’t a valid option for you. You wanted to live life, not struggle through it.

And so, you made a small jump to the ground and ran down the shimmering bifrost, running to the gates and off into the night alone.

Happy endings

Now I know...

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[hallowxiu]

An Unlikely Reunion

pairing: human!mammon/demon!gn!mc

word count: 3.6k

summary: Having been separated from Mammon for the last several months, you head to the council room to meet the new exchange student. You probably should have expected this outcome.

a/n: sorry this update took so long. my sister was in town visiting for the holidays and just recently left. here’s the third part of the human!mammon & demon!mc series :)

part one | part two

It’s been a month since you’ve last seen Mammon. You were unsure if he had even noticed your swift disappearance, given you’d only ran into each other on three separate occasions. You’d be lying to yourself if you said the entire situation hadn’t bothered you. You were practically under house arrest for the last two or three months. Had it been longer than that? You stopped counting. 

You were still expected to do your chores and duties, but you were forbidden from traveling to other realms. Not that you had an urge to pop into the Celestial Realm, but even that was off-limits now too (you were pretty sure you weren’t allowed there in the first place). In other events, Lord Diavolo had recently approved of a new exchange program that would take place within the next few days. The Devildom would be hosting two human students, as well as two angels. You found it interesting, though you knew Lucifer was more than likely against it from the start. Still, you had found the idea of it ridiculous at first; humans were allowed to visit the Devildom and yet you were still in trouble for running off to the human realm? 

Belphegor did not take the news well when it first broke. Beelzebub had to pick the demon up and carry him back to their shared room before he destroyed the entire living room. He had been screaming and shouting until the door of their room quietly clicked shut. He kept it up, too, despite Lucifer warning him to drop the act. He made sure to remind Diavolo whenever he got the chance that he’d regret this decision and that nothing good ever came from the human race. You were honestly surprised that Lucifer never punished him, and you were even more surprised when it was revealed that Belphegor would be the demon traveling to the human realm as an exchange student. If you were being honest, you didn’t believe it at first. How did Lord Diavolo and Lucifer get him to agree to such a thing? Besides the youngest born holding a deep hatred for humans, he’d never been away from his twin, Beelzebub, for too long either. 

He was gone now; he left two days ago. You were hurt when you found out he left without a goodbye, and you knew Beelzebub shared your thoughts when you caught the expression on his face when Lucifer broke the news. Other than that, not much has happened since you last saw Mammon. 

With Belphegor taking his leave early, only two days remained before the exchange program would begin. Servants and demons alike had been bustling around the Devildom to make everything ready for the new students. This was a matter of war or not, as this could potentially bring peace between the three realms. You weren’t complaining; you liked the idea of not having war constantly looming over your head. 

“I wonder what kind of human Lord Diavolo ended up selecting for the program.” Asmodeus was painting his nails from where he lounged on the couch. You were sitting on the other end, scrolling through your D.D.D while listening to your brother gossip for the last several minutes. Since Belphegor left, Asmodeus had been insistent that the two of you spend more time together. You weren’t sure why he wanted the sudden attention from you, but if you had to guess you’d say he missed his baby brother. You thought it was cute. 

But of course, hanging out with Asmodeus doesn’t come without a price. For you, it was listening to endless gossip for hours on end. “Hopefully one that doesn’t start trouble wherever they go.” 

“That would make it interesting though, don’t you think? It’d be boring if they were like Lucifer or Satan, always following the rules.” 

“Satan doesn’t always follow the rules.” You commented and glanced over at the other. “At least when it comes to Lucifer, anyway.” 

“He might egg on the human if they cause trouble. Anything to annoy Lucifer.” There’s a ghost of a smile on his lips as he thinks over the endless possibilities. “I hope they’re cute. I haven’t slept with a human in a while.”

“Gross.” 

“What? I thought you of all demons would appreciate that statement.” You quirked an eyebrow at his comment, though you opted not to say anything. Sometimes it was better to let Asmodeus think he was in the right. You looked up from your spot on the couch upon hearing someone enter the room. A smile graced your lips when seeing that it was Beelzebub. 

“Did you come to keep us company?” To say the sixth born had been lonely since Belphegor left would be an understatement. He had trouble sleeping, keeping himself invested in conversations, and he even had some trouble eating. It made your chest feel lighter to see the demon out and about instead of sulking in his room. Had he spent another day locked away in his room, you would have dragged him out. Perhaps this was for the best that he was coming out willingly. 

“I did.” Was all the redhead commented. Asmodeus sat up to give him room, the larger demon sitting between the two of you. He brought snacks with him, settling them down on the coffee table. “Feel free to have some.” You and Asmodeus exchange looks with one another. It was unlike Beelzebub to share his food with anyone other than Belphegor. He must still be feeling the effects of the younger being away. “He hasn’t answered my texts yet.” There was a frown on his lips, almost resembling a child’s pout. 

“Remember what Lucifer said? It might take a couple of days for Belphie to get settled down. Plus, I’m sure he’s going through a lot emotionally right now. I’m sure he’ll answer once he’s feeling more comfortable.” You reassuringly rubbed the side of his arm and Asmodeus nodded in agreement. 

“Belphie would never ignore you. I think he’s physically incapable of it.” Asmodeus’ comment seemed to put him more at ease, his shoulders relaxing slightly. 

“And you know he’d never approve of you locking yourself away in your room. You’re not a hermit.” You gently chided your younger brother. 

“Your name isn’t Leviathan,” Asmodeus said with a grin and you leaned over to gently swat at his knee. 

“Be nice.” You warned lightly. 

You found yourself standing in the council room with Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, and the rest of your brothers excluding Belphegor. Today would be the day the exchange students were revealed. Though you hadn’t said it out loud, you were curious to see who the human would be and what they’d act like. There was a lot of secrecy surrounding the human, Lord Diavolo unwilling to spare any details, even with Lucifer. You had wondered why, but Lord Diavolo was a hard man to read. Whether it had any significant meaning or not, you didn’t know. You looked around the large room, trying to see if you could pick out an unfamiliar face. When you couldn’t, your eyebrows furrowed in visible confusion. “Where--”

Before you could finish your question, a flash of bright light filled the room, nearly blinding you and your brothers in the process. Over the next couple of seconds, the light’s intensity dwindled until the light was no longer there. Slowly blinking the light from your eyes, you see a human standing in the middle of the room, their back facing you. A snicker left Satan who stood behind you. 

“Welcome to the Devildom- oh.” There was a falter in Diavolo’s speech. “It seems we caught you at a bad time.” Laughter budded within your chest when seeing that the human was only dressed in a bath towel. Did they seriously give the human no warning before summoning them to the Devildom? Talk about unlucky. 

“What the- where the hell am I?” All the color drained from your face upon hearing that all too familiar voice. Oh no. Talk about unlucky. 

“Welcome to the Devildom, Mammon.” There was a slight flush to his cheeks as he spoke. You were sure he regretted his lack of proper planning now. You were secretly glad something finally came back to bite him in the ass. Of course, having said that, this was also coming back to bite you in the ass. “You look a little disorientated, but there’s no need to worry. You’ll adjust to the Devildom soon enough.”

“Or, hear me out, maybe I look disorientated because I was just steppin’ out of the damn shower, gettin’ ready for work, and then I found myself in some strange ass room surrounded by a group of men. I don’t know about ya, but that’s not the kinda work I do.” You silently put a hand to your mouth, fighting back laughter. Oh, this was most definitely not good. Of all humans to select, of course, Lord Diavolo picked Mammon, because why wouldn’t he? He did not know who he was speaking to, and even if he had, you weren’t sure that would have changed anything. 

Glancing behind you, you could tell Satan was already keen on the human. Mammon was doing a good job of flustering Lord Diavolo, and therefore getting underneath Lucifer’s skin. Looking to your left, you could tell Asmodeus was also keen on him, though that could simply be because he was only dressed in a towel. The strangest things always seemed to excite your brother. The rest of your brothers looked amused but other than that you couldn’t get a read on them. 

“Right, well I believe an introduction is in order, don’t you think?” Of course, he gave no time for Mammon to answer. He probably wouldn’t want to hear it, anyway. “My name is Lord Diavolo and I am the ruler of all demons, and all here know of me. And now, you do too.” There’s a smile on his face as he greeted Mammon. Although you couldn’t see his face yourself, you doubt he’s impressed. “And someday soon, I will be crowned the King of the Devildom.”

“What am I supposed to do with this information?” 

“We’re currently in the council room of the Royal Academy of Diavolo, but we call it RAD for short,” he didn’t answer him, which was probably the smart thing to do, “this is the building where you’ll be taking all of your classes.” 

“Why am I here?” There’s an exhausted tone to Mammon’s voice. 

“I will be more than willing to explain everything to you.” Lucifer stepped in, a chilling smile on his face and Mammon instinctively took a step back. “My name is Lucifer and I’m the Avatar of Pride.” 

“He’s also the vice president of the council and my right-hand man! I’d even go as far as saying that we’re best friends.” You watched as Lucifer’s eyes narrowed at Diavolo’s interjection. “We tell each other everything.” Satan snickered again and you have a hard time keeping the grin off your face. 

“Lord Diavolo, please.” There’s an exasperated look on his face before addressing Mammon once again. 

“What the actual fuck is goin’ on?” Mammon’s rubbing at his temples in frustration. “Lucifer? Like, the devil? Oh god, I must have slipped while gettin’ out of the shower and cracked my skull open or somethin’. I bet I’m bleedin’ out on my floor as we speak.”

If you were being honest, you zoned out for almost the entirety of Lucifer’s speech as he caught Mammon up with everything. You were too distracted by the sound of your blood pulsing in your ears. You were staring at Mammon’s back, with such an intensity that Asmodeus cleared his throat from beside you. You didn’t mind; you were too busy trying to think of a way out of this. What would Mammon do the moment he turns around and sees you? Would he make a scene? Call you out by name? Lucifer wanted the human you spent your time with dead; what would he do if he found out that human was Mammon? 

Your attention was quickly brought back to reality when you realized Lucifer was introducing everyone. Unfortunately for you, you had never been a great actor, and lying was not your strong suit. You watched in silent horror as Lucifer began to introduce your brothers in no particular order, before landing on you. You felt the sweat beading on your forehead as you locked eyes with Mammon from across the room. His eyes widened dramatically, and you suddenly found yourself praying that he would not make a fool of himself in front of everyone. Your mouth ran dry as you could only stare in return. You were speechless, unable to form a coherent sentence. 

Thankfully you didn’t need to, as Lucifer was speaking once again. “You can pick which one of us you’d like to watch over you during your stay here. You should feel honored, usually, we would just assign you to someone without you even getting a say in the matter. I would recommend myself or even--”

“You.” Mammon’s pointing at you before Lucifer could finish his sentence. “I want you to watch over me.” The room grew silent during the exchange between the two of you. You were sure everyone was suspicious now; why wouldn’t they be? What human is so eager to pick from a batch of demons he’s never met before? If he never met you, he wouldn’t have chosen so quickly, and he wouldn’t have cut off Lucifer to do so, and he most certainly wouldn’t have--

“Very well then.” Lord Diavolo was smiling as he looked over the room. “Mammon, I’m sure you’ll find yourself in good hands. An excellent pick of a demon, second only to Lucifer. While they can stir up a bit of trouble from time to time, I think you’ll find yourself relatively safe by their side for the most part.” Relatively safe? And for the most part? Gee, thanks, you think to yourself with narrowed eyes. 

As soon as Lord Diavolo called the meeting to a close, you darted out of there with Mammon. He struggled to keep up with your pace, though he managed for the most part. Most of the brothers assumed your odd behavior was simply because you didn’t want to bother looking out for a human and you were secretly glad that’s what they thought. “You need to be more careful when speaking to Lord Diavolo.” You said as the two of you headed back to the House of Lamentation. Mammon was stomping around in only a towel. It was almost comical if you weren’t so terrified of the outcome of the exchange program. “Lucifer will wring your neck if you disrespect him.” Mammon only huffed in response. 

“Ya have some explainin’ to do, demon.” 

“I know.” A sigh left you as your head started to throb from the conversation that had yet to begin. 

“Like why ya just upped and disappeared and shit, then I turn around and find ya in some weird shady place.” 

“The council room is hardly a shady place.” 

“Are ya bein’ for real?” He gave you an unconvinced look. “Although I guess now it makes sense how you were able to scare those thugs off. Some demonic shit or somethin’.” 

“You have to stop swearing so much. Lucifer will get annoyed.” You ran a hand over your face to smoothen out your features. Oh, this would be a long, long year. 

“Lucifer this, Lucifer that. Is all ya ever think about Lucifer?”

“The man who can and will rip my head off for misbehaving? Yes. And I’m already on thin ice with him. He got super pissed when he found out I snuck off to the human realm again. I’m surprised I’m not wearing a house arrest bracelet right now.” You make a point of keeping Mammon by your side, lest he wanders off and gets eaten by a demon. 

“So that’s the reason ya didn’t come back?” You glanced back at him, confused as to why he was asking.

“Yeah. I wasn’t allowed to. He even went as far as going to Lord Diavolo to make sure I don’t travel anywhere.” You didn’t feel too comfortable airing out all your problems with Lucifer to Mammon. Call yourself crazy, but he didn’t exactly give you vibes that he was great with secrets. Lucifer finding out you were unhappy with him through a human? Yeah, that wouldn’t be a fun day for any of you. 

“I still think I’m dreamin’ this all up. That, or I really did fall while gettin’ out of the shower and cracked my head wide open.” 

“I can assure you that you are neither dreaming nor bleeding out in your shitty apartment bathroom.” There was a grin on your lips as you spoke. “Now, walk faster. We need to get back to my house before a demon sweeps you up and runs away. You’re literally parading around in a towel; you might as well be serving yourself on a silver platter.”

“It’s not like it was in my control.” 

“Still, we should hurry. Your soul is practically glowing.” 

“Ya still have explainin’ to do.”

“Are you serious?” You grabbed him by the arm to quicken his pace. “I already told you. I snuck to the human realm, met you on accident, ran into you on the street, then again at the cafe, and then a third time at night.”

“Makes ya sound like a stalker.” There’s a sly grin on his lips and you feel your eye twitch.

“I’m not a stalker. They were all coincidences. Like I’d go out of my way to find you. Don’t get cocky, you’re only a human after all.” A chill settles over you. Okay, maybe you had gone out of your way once or twice, but he didn’t need to know that. “Besides, it happens all the time. I’ve lived hundreds and hundreds of years. You think you’re the only human I’ve ever bumped into on the street?”

“No,” there’s a thoughtful look on his face as he gripped his towel with his free hand to keep it from falling, “but I bet I’m the only human you’ve ever gone out of your way to save.” Your eyes narrowed and you huff quietly. 

“Hey, don’t go spreading that around. You’ll ruin my reputation, you know.” To this, you only hear a quiet chuckle from Mammon. 

With the two of you standing outside the House of Lamentation, you dug for your keys in your pocket. Mammon shifted uncomfortably behind you. “Would ya mind hurryin’ it up? Some of us are practically naked out here.” 

“Announce it louder; maybe another demon will take you off my hands.” You chuckled to yourself when hearing an annoyed sigh from behind you. “Be patient.” You scolded lightly as you went to unlock the door. With the turn of the key, the door opens to reveal the inside of the house. Mammon shuffles in nervously behind you, his eyes anxiously taking everything in.

“Sure is, uh, roomy.” 

“You’re back.” Mammon nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Lucifer. He quickly moved behind you, anxiously peering over your shoulder. 

“Yes, well, it turns out Mammon is quite the slow walker.” You ignored the look on Lucifer’s face and gave Mammon a reassuring smile. “Well? Let’s go; you want to see your room, don’t you? You’ll be given a change of clothes there.” 

“Say no more.” Mammon’s hurrying down the hall before you can say anything else, leaving you and Lucifer alone for the moment. 

“It seems friendly with you.” His tone is accusatory, and while you have an idea of what he’s implying, you try not to let it show on your face. Sometimes, playing dumb when around Lucifer was the best action to take. 

“I suppose.” You played it off. “I think the human is just nervous to be in the Devildom. Can you blame it?” You flinch at the usage of your own words. You didn’t like referring to Mammon that way, but it might make Lucifer less suspicious of you the more detached you sound. “Humans aren’t exactly meant for the Devildom, and it doesn’t help that Lord Diavolo summoned it in just a towel. Might as well stuff an apple in it’s mouth and put it on a plate.” Lucifer seemed to take your words into consideration before a sigh escaped his lips. 

“You may have a point.” You felt the tension begin to leave your body. “The human was quick to select you. You don’t find that odd?”

“I think you’re just intimidating.” 

“And you aren’t? You’re no less intimidating than the others. It could have picked anyone, yet it settled for you. I couldn’t even finish my sentence before you were selected. There also,” there’s a pause in Lucifer’s speech, as if he’s carefully forming a sentence in his mind, “never mind that. Just do your job and make sure a demon doesn’t pluck the human like a fruit hanging from a tree. We’ll be meeting the rest of the exchange students tomorrow, as well as attending classes, so make sure the two of you get enough rest tonight. I will not tolerate anyone skipping the first day of classes, nor will I excuse any tardiness.” 

And with that he’s gone, making his way back toward his office. A sigh of relief left you before you snapped out of your daze. “Shit,” you swore silently. Mammon didn’t know where his room was.

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[omgrachwrites]

The Princess and The Duke - Chapter Nineteen

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: As the Princess of Spain, you were always supposed to marry King James of England to make an alliance between Spain and England. When he marries a woman at his court for love, you are married off to his best friend, Sirius Black the Duke of Bedford to keep the alliance. However, the court is riddled with secrets and a rebel in the North starts to rise against the Throne. Royal AU.

Warnings: fluff, angst

Words: 2596

Disclaimer: This gif don’t belong to me!

A/N: I can’t believe that the next part will be the last one :( thank you guys so much for all your support and love for this series, I couldn’t do this without you! I’ve obviously changed canon for this part, I didn’t want it to be too samey and from the beginning of this, I had a different idea that I changed at the last second because it will be more sad this way, I’m sorry! Hope you guys enjoy this part and please let me know what you think! I love you all! xxx

Chapter Nineteen - This is Halloween

Sirius smiled over at his beautiful wife as she was writing a letter to Sophia, her hand resting on her stomach, it was her due date a couple of days ago, so the baby would be coming any day now. Today it was the Halloween festival and tonight, the King and Queen were going to be throwing a Halloween feast. The court was excited to tell ghost stories on the night when the veil between the living and the dead was the thinnest. After all, there were rumours that the Tower of London was haunted by a Grey Lady.

Tensions were also running high because such an occasion as the Halloween feast would spread among the common people, and Voldemort could attack the castle. However, Dumbledore’s spells had been holding up so far, they had been for more than a year. Sirius trusted him for some reason; he trusted that the outlawed magic would be able to keep them safe.

He called over to Y/N as she folded the letter over, “you’ll have to use your family’s seal, mine is still missing,” he smiled as she nodded over at him. Sirius’ seal had been stolen out of his locked drawer a couple of weeks ago – stolen by somebody who had good skills in lock picking – and it hadn’t been found since.

“Why would anyone want to steal your seal?” she asked, sealing the letter with her own seal, taking Sirius’ hand as he placed it on her shoulder and she kissed across his knuckles.

Sirius smiled as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “I honestly have no idea, darling. The only people who know where I keep it are my closest friends,” he mumbled more to himself, thinking nothing of it.

But, Sirius noticed Y/N biting her lip, looking nervous, “do you think that anyone had been acting strangely lately?”

He hummed thoughtfully at his wife’s question as he pressed a soft kiss to her perfumed cheek, “hmm, no one I can think of, why?” he asked and he felt Y/N tense in his arms.

“You don’t think that Peter has been acting differently? More nervous?”

Sirius laughed as he dismissed Y/N’s worries, Peter wouldn’t harm a fly if that was what she was worried about, “nervous is his default setting, he can’t get any more nervous, the man is practically scared of his own shadow.”

At his words, he felt Y/N relax slightly as she leaned her head against his arm, her lavender scented hair brushing against his skin, “perhaps you’re right, I’ve just been so worried about everything lately,” Y/N said with a sigh.

She stood up from behind her writing desk and she turned to face him, with a sweet smile she cupped Sirius’ stubbled cheeks and pressed a warm kiss against his lips, curling her fingers through his hair. Sirius smiled against her lips as he kissed her back, they’d been married for a few years now and they were about to have their third child. But he still got butterflies every time she kissed him. Even if it was the merest touch of her lips.

“You have every right to be worried after everything we’ve been through,” he smiled as he pressed his forehead against hers, “but I won’t let anything happen to us, Snivellus has been jailed and he was the traitor, you know that. Everything is going to be alright, we’re going to be fine. Would you like me to take that letter to the courier before I have to leave for the Knighting Ceremony?

Y/N beamed at him as she placed her hands on his chest, “would you? That would be amazing, thank you sweetheart.”

“Of course, darling. I love you,” he pressed a kiss to her cheek and she grinned back at him.

“I love you too.”

Sirius smiled and was on his way out of his chambers when Y/N called his name, causing him to stop in his tracks. When he glanced over his shoulder he was surprised to see that Y/N was holding up his seal. He frowned at her and tilted his head in confusion, “I found it in a couple of drawers down. Maybe you just misplaced it?”

Sirius shook his head, “no, I searched everywhere, I tore that desk apart trying to find it, it had definitely been stolen.”

Y/N let out an exasperated sigh, “what in God’s name is going on?”

Sirius was still pondering on that question as he made his way down the hallways, on the way to give Y/N’s letter to the courier. On his way back, he noticed that Peter was standing on the battlements of the castle, looking off into the distance, almost like he was waiting for something.

“Pete?” Sirius called out, frowning when Peter jumped a mile high and swivelled his head to look at Sirius, “are you ready to leave for the Knighting Ceremony?”

Peter nodded, his watery eyes darting back and forth, refusing to look Sirius in the eye, “of course, let’s go,” Peter offered him a tight smile. Sirius could see what Y/N meant, he did look more nervous than usual. Shaking his head, Sirius and Peter started down the corridor, making idle small talk as they reached the Throne Room.

As Sirius walked into the candle lit room, he winced at the sweet sickly smell of the ceremonial candles. Knighting somebody always felt like a holy ceremony and Sirius supposed that it was, because James had been put on the throne of England by God himself. Sirius watched as the shaking young boy approached the throne and kneeled at the King’s feet. The boy, Arthur, was barely older than sixteen and he was about to become a protector of the realm. Sirius remembered just how nervous he had been at his own Knighting Ceremony.

James looked down at the nervous boy benevolently as he began the ceremonial vows, “do you promise to serve your liege lord in valour and faith? Do you promise to protect the weak and defenceless, live by honour and respect the honour of women?”

Arthur spoke up in a shaking voice, “I solemnly swear to do this.”

James smiled as he moved the sword from Arthur’s left shoulder to his right, “then it is my great honour to dub thee, Sir Arthur, Knight of England and Wales. Arise, Sir,” James helped Arthur to his feet and the golden haired boy turned to face the court, grinning when the court cheered for him, he now looked far older than his years.

Sirius chuckled as he clapped Arthur on the shoulder, “congratulations, I look forward to protecting the realm with you.”

Arthur beamed as he inclined his head, “thank you, my Lord. As am I,” Arthur smiled as he took the arm of a pretty young woman and departed from the room with her.

Sirius grinned as James took off his crown and got up from his Throne, “that was a great ceremony, James.”

James shrugged nonchalantly, “had to be done, the boy deserved it,” he smiled, “how is Y/N? Wasn’t it her due date a couple of days ago?”

Sirius nodded, thinking about his poor wife, she just wanted to bring their baby into the world soon, “she’s doing well, thank you. She’s just getting a little impatient now,” Sirius chuckled, “I should get back to her, because I want to be at her side this time.”

“Of course,” James nodded and clapped Sirius on the shoulder, “you must go to her, Lily and I will see you tonight.”

“Your Majesty,” Sirius bowed his head as he departed from the Throne Room.

On the way back to Y/N, he noticed that Peter was whispering in the hallways, Sirius couldn’t see the face of whoever Peter was talking with, for he was shrouded in a cloak. Peter was pointing to the North wing of the castle, where the royal chambers were situated. Sirius felt a heavy sense of foreboding in his stomach and Sirius was intent on interrupting them.

However, the voice of a servant spoke in Sirius’ ear before he could make his way over to Peter, “My Lord,” the voice was filled with panic and Sirius turned to face the servant.

“What is it?”

“It’s your wife, my Lord. She’s gone into labour.”

Sirius gasped, straight away all other thoughts flooded from his mind until he thought of nothing but, Y/N, “take me to her,” he demanded, striding down the corridor after the servant, forgetting all about Peter and his mysterious guest.

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You had been in your chambers humming to yourself as you picked out a silken dress with accessories to match for the Halloween feast that evening when you felt a searing pain shoot through your stomach. The pain knocked the wind right out of you and you clenched your fists on the end table as you cried out and then you felt the dam inside you burst, and you knew that you were going into labour with your third child. There was no denying it.

“Andromeda!” you called out, your voice a high pitched whine.

Seconds later, Andromeda scurried into the room and looked at you all hunched over, “God, Y/N! Should I get Sirius?” her eyes were wide and you could tell by the tone of her voice that she was panicking. Though, that didn’t make you feel better. You were just thankful that Johnathan and Elena were being taken care of by Remus and his wife, Mary.

“No,” you gasped as you felt another contraction and you gritted your teeth against the pain, “there’s no time, just get me to a midwife, this little one wants to come out now.”

Andromeda nodded as she helped you out of your chambers and into the hallway, “take deep breaths for me, can you do that, Y/N? Just like we practiced, do you remember?” her voice was calmer now and in turn, that made you feel better.

You nodded as you took in deep breaths, crying out at the searing pain, “I want Sirius,” you sobbed, “I want him.”

Andromeda nodded as she rubbed your back, “he’ll be at your side, Y/N. I promise,” as you passed a servant who looked at you with wide eyes, Andromeda called out to him, “you! Find the Duke of Bedford and tell him that his wife has gone into labour! Quickly, bring him to the birthing chamber!”

The servant nodded, “of course,” he squeaked before running off down the hallway.

“Thank you, Andromeda,” you gasped, clutching at your stomach.

“You’re welcome,” Andromeda gave you a kind smile as you both hurried to the birthing chamber.

You dearly wished that it was appropriate for you to give birth in your own chambers; you knew that you would be more comfortable. As soon as Andromeda helped you into the birthing chamber, the scent of lavender hit your nose. Apparently, it was supposed to calm you but at the moment, nothing but the sight of your husband could truly calm you. You had barely been situated onto the bed when Sirius came bursting into the room.

It was inappropriate for a husband to be at his wife’s side as she gave birth but seeing Sirius’ handsome – but worried – face made you feel better, “my love,” Sirius got to his knees at your bedside and took your hands in his, “I’m here, my darling,” he stroked your hair and you squeezed tightly at his hand.

“I can’t do this,” you cried, you were exhausted already and you’d hardly even started.

“You can sweetheart, I know you can, you’ve done this twice before. I know you can do it once more, beautiful.”

The midwife looked up at you with an urgent expression on her face, “you have to do this, Duchess, you have to start pushing. If you don’t, you’ll be putting your child at risk, and you don’t want that, do you?”

“No,” you sobbed, “no, I don’t want them to be at risk,” with the first push, the longest few hours of your life began.

Hours later, you lay exhausted with your baby boy in your arms as Sirius sponged your forehead with cool water, and you looked up at him lovingly. He had been such an amazing help, you couldn’t gave gotten through this without him.

“I love you,” you whispered.

Sirius grinned and kissed your forehead, stroking through your hair, “I love you too, you’re incredible and I love our son, he’s so beautiful,” he teared up as he lovingly gazed down at your sleeping son.

You smiled as you looked at the little boy in your arms, “he is,” you agreed, “would you like to hold him?”

Sirius wiped the tears of joy from his cheeks and nodded, “yes please,” his voice broke and you smiled as you passed your son over to his father. Sirius sniffled as he kissed his son on his forehead, whispering against his soft skin, “I love you little one.”

You curled one hand around Sirius’ arm as you leaned your head against his arm, looking up at his gorgeous profile. You bit your lip as you brought up the name that you wanted to give your son, “I wanted to call him Reggie, is that okay?”

Sirius looked up at you with wide eyes, his eyes were soft and warm as he smiled and pressed a kiss against your forehead, you felt his tears wet against your cheeks, “that’s more than okay, Reggie would have absolutely loved us calling our son after him. He’d always joke about it when he was alive,” there was a bittersweet look on his face as he looked down at baby Reggie, “he looks like a Reggie,” Sirius chuckled.

You nodded in agreement as you threaded your fingers through Sirius’ hair, “he really does,” you laughed tiredly as you looked at the huge grandfather clock, “we still have time to make the feast, it hasn’t even started yet.”

“Absolutely not,” Sirius gave you a protective smile, “you’ve just given birth, I’m sure that James and Lily won’t hold it against us if we can’t make it.”

A few minutes passed where you sat with your little family, Andromeda had just left so that Elena and Johnathan could meet their baby brother, suddenly the door burst open and in walked palace guards. You and Sirius exchanged a worried look as Sirius passed Reggie back to you and you felt a strong sense of fear in your stomach.

“Can we help you?” Sirius asked before he was pulled up roughly by the guards.

“Sirius!” you cried out as you glared at the guards, “what do you think you’re doing!”

The guards ignored you as they clapped Sirius in irons, “Sirius Black, The Duke of Bedford, you’re under arrest for high treason! You’ll be spending a couple of days in the dungeon until the King and Queen can arrange your trial but you don’t deserve that kindness!”

“High treason?!” Sirius almost laughed, “I haven’t even done anything to warrant me getting arrested! Y/N!” he called, reaching out for you as he was dragged from the room.

“Sirius!” you screamed and made to get out of bed when the midwife stopped you with a stern look on her face so you had no choice but to lay there with Reggie. You felt like you were in complete and utter turmoil, what had happened while you were giving birth to your child? Whatever it was, Sirius couldn’t be involved because he had been with you the entire time.

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