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arminsumi · 5 months
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DRINK ME!
Quenching a vampire's thirst... in more ways than one!
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Featuring : Sukuna, Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Choso + fem!reader
Warnings : 🔞 mdni/r : suggestive/smut/18+ content, horny vampires, blood, tying up (Sukuna's), biting (thighs, wrist, neck, hip), creampie / unprotected sex, oral (giving/receiving), face-f*cking, c*m drinking, "sl*t", double d*ck!Sukuna (and double penetration), there might be errors, +++
Note : ah this is a bit silly but idc i love vampires. they can suck me if i can suck them back if u know what i mean 😋🤤👍 enjoy!!
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Sukuna
"Comfy?" he grins devilishly at you.
He's bound you to his throne... with your legs spread wide. You can't move an inch, only struggle against the restraining rope.
You made a deal with him; he can drink from you if he fucks you good afterwards as a reward.
He's relishing in your shudders, lightly tracing his sharp nails up your thighs just to elicit a small moan out of you.
His lips come closer, intense gaze burning into yours as he does so. You yelp and squeak when he drags his fangs over your thigh, scratching, inching closer to your panties and inhaling your aroused scent.
"What a nasty slut, getting wet from this." he mutters against your skin, scolding you with his eyes.
Then he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your inner thigh. He smirks as he drinks — and he drinks a bit too much, he gets a bit blood-drunk, so when he's done and coming up to level with your face, he crashes his blood-painted lips on yours and kisses you feverishly. It feels like his kiss knocks the wind out of you.
You feel the fingertip of his middle finger massaging into your pussy, searching up and down for your clit, finding it in no time and applying pressure while he breathes against you. It's buzzing, oversensitive, because he made you wait so long.
"P-please... c-c'mon don't tease... I've been good, r-right? I let you drink so much... please gimme your cock."
He just laughs, big hand trailing down his body to stroke his cock.
"Oh you've been a real good girl, alright. Don't worry. I'm gonna give you some good slut treatment. You better take everything I give you..."
It's hard to take everything he gives you, because by "everything" he meant both of his fat cocks in your tiny cunt and tinier ass... they fill you out so deliciously, pumping in and out of your holes until they get loosened up.
Your holes milk his cocks so perfectly, he's grunting and shooting his seed deep inside, squeezing your body.
"Take it, be a good fuckin' girl and take it... fuck." his composure slips for the small seconds of his orgasm, and his muscular thighs shudder 'n his meaty biceps twitch.
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Satoru
"You taste so good..." he rasps. "Come on, let me have some more, yeah?"
He's already had a drink of you tonight — at the candlelit dinner that he forced you to attend; but he's greedy and wants more, not just a wine glass' worth of your blood.
"Greedy bastard..." you scoff, "If you want it, come get it."
You make him chase you down the corridors of his haunted mansion, enjoying the chase wholeheartedly. He pins you to the wall and wedges his knee between your thighs, his big lanky body casting a tall shadow over you as he sinks his fangs deep into your neck for the second time... it's his favorite spot to bite, not just because it gets you going, but because everyone will see his mark there (especially when you wear those low-cut gowns he buys you...)
He's giving you a feral sort of look. Your blood stains his lips. He's a sloppy eater; rivulets of blood drip down his chin and pool in his collarbones. You're a bit dizzy and weak from how much blood he sucked out of you, and he thinks it's cute.
"Thanks for the drink." he murmurs suggestively, "Now how about you suck me next?"
And oh, it's so funny to him how quickly you drop to your knees and willingly open your mouth. The bulge of his cock through his tight pants is mouth-watering.
You're so dizzy, he has to guide you up and down on his length; Satoru's a groaner and an eye-roller when your lips wrap around his cock. He's too long, always poking at the back of your throat and daring to stuff all those inches down it.
Your jaw aches as he fucks your face, but don't worry... he replenishes you as promised, with a mouthful of his creamy cum which you happily swallow.
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Suguru
He speaks in a soft yet sinister voice.
"Just a little sip? I promise it doesn't hurt as much as you think."
He certainly wasn't intending to take just one sip. You knew that, yet still you willingly exposed your neck to him.
"Oh, no no, not your neck, pretty thing... give me your wrist."
Why does he want to drink from your wrist? Because to him, it feels more erotic than the neck.
He lays you on an alter, kissing and lapping his tongue at your inner wrist before biting into the sensitive flesh. He's sensual, he languidly sucks and gulps down your blood.
His kimono is loosely tied enough so that you can see that attractive strip of his defined torso.
He laughs while licking a stripe up your forearm, collecting the blood dripping down it. You're trying to thumb the kimono off his shoulders, your whole body hot and needy.
"Suguru... please... y-you got me all worked up, do something about it..."
"Aw, you want me to lay you here? Well I can't say no to those eyes. Let me relieve you... it's only fair, you gave me your body. So I'll give you mine. Spread your legs."
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Nanami
He's more of a gentleman than a blood-sucking fiend. He's stoic. A neat eater. He'd never want to stain your clothes with blood, especially not this expensive outfit he bought you...
"Darling, are you really sure? It's going to hurt a lot for you."
When you give him consent once again, he hooks a finger onto his tie and pulls it down to loosen it.
He kisses the place he wants to bite, and pierces your skin with his fangs carefully. The second he tastes your blood, he loses composure, and holds your body tightly against his like you're a meal he's about to devour.
Nanami's so sweet. After a drink from you, he spoils you in between his luxury bedsheets, with his fat warm cock of course! He grunts 'n pounds harder each time you say "right there!", never missing a sweet spot because he knows your body so well by now.
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Choso
He's brutally shy, just a college classmate that eyes you out down the corridors and walks very quickly past you while hanging his head in shame. And truly, Choso is so ashamed of his vampirism, so when you find out he's mortified and you have to chase him because he runs and hides his face in his scarf.
But after you give him reassurance, he feels less freakish. He stutters when you offer him a drink of your blood.
And when he drinks from you? He kneels for you, sinks his fangs into the plush of your hips... those hips that he swears hypnotize him.
He whimpers when he gets a taste of your blood, and feels himself getting hard just thinking about sinking his tongue inside your tiny cunt.
He wipes your blood off on the back of his hand and looks at you, cute fangs hooking over his quivering bottom lip.
"Th-thank you... for that... hey, do you mind if I kiss here?" he asks so shyly.
"Mhm, sure~" you smile down at him and it makes his tummy flip.
So he kisses 'n noses between your thighs, whimpering right onto your warm pussy. In no time you're pushing your panties aside an letting him swipe his tongue up and down your slit. Oh he's so lucky :( he gets to eat you out after drinking you up.
"So good... you taste so fucking gooddd..." he's choking on your juices, pleasuring your pussy like an amateur virgin because he is an amateur virgin, but that just makes it better.
"Cum on my face, please please please mmmf!" he begs, tongue stuffing inside your tight hole and wriggling around.
When you cum on his face, he cums hands-free in his pants and makes a big stain :(
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softest-punk · 9 months
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Other day began to be haunted by the fact that Immortal Throuple is established and blossoming romance all at once. Any interest in 8 (common interests), 26 (art inspiration), or 29 (first time visiting)[question mark]
(really weird side note but i am asking on desktop and it will. not. let me add a question mark. To an ask. whyyyyyyy tumblr)
I'm gonna go ahead and take advantage of that 29 to visit the Dreaming again :D
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For whatever reason, when a happily exhausted Dream had murmured, as Hob was drifting off to sleep, that he wanted to show him his kingdom, Hob had not expected a literal kingdom.
In hindsight this was silly, because since when had Dream not been deadly literal?
In any case, since Calliope had helped him up off the floor of what turned out to be the throne room of Dream's literal palace, Hob's tiny little world has changed fairly dramatically second by second. The whole thing is over-fucking-whelming in the best possible way.
And then there's Dream, who'd been enthusiastically sandwiched between them and sobbing with pleasure a mere hour earlier, now both lord and master of his realm but also, at the same time, shy little boy chewing his lip and waiting for approval. Hovering by the steps up to his throne, looking a bit lost.
Hob closes the distance between them in just two strides, which shouldn't have been possible, and pulls him in for a soft kiss. Things are so new between them that it still makes his insides flutter to do it, and he gets the feeling Dream feels the same way.
"You're amazing," he says softly. "But then I always knew that."
"Would you care to see more?" Dream asks.
"I'd care to see it all."
Calliope has, obviously, seen all this before, but still comments here and there about changes Dream has made, presumably in her absence. The idea of a palace changes, he explains. They've invented fairytales since she was last around. And Gothic architecture.
Hob feels very young and sticks close to Calliope's side as they wander, grateful when she takes his hand for some of the more insane bits. Dream's amazing. Hob's doing a fantastic job of keeping his you built all this-es down to just one every handful of minutes instead of chanting it like a prayer.
"What he is choosing not to explain to you," Calliope says as they step into an enclosed courtyard with a huge, impossible flowering tree that unaccountably makes Hob think of scones with jam and cream in the middle, under a constant light shower of flower petals and autumn leaves. "Is that this is all him."
He watches, then, as Calliope runs her finger along one of the columns at the edges as though she's striking a match, and a sudden stream of multicoloured butterflies burst forth from the stonework.
Out of the corner of his eye, he catches Dream shivering. Calliope smirks, and takes his hand again, tugging him over to a low fountain and encouraging him to sit on the edge.
"Anything you touch," she says, running her fingers over the fine marble. "He feels it. More so if you mean him to."
Dream's standing in front of them in his diaphanous robe and black silk pyjama bottoms, a flush spreading along the ridges of his cut-glass cheeks. He's stranger, here, in one way, but somehow more familiar at the same time. Hob's looking forward to an eternity of puzzling out how that works.
In the meantime, he's very much enjoying the way Dream's eyes have locked with Calliope's, and the heat burning in them even as he swallows.
He could stop it, Hob supposes. If this wasn't something he wanted Hob to understand. He doesn't.
If anything, Hob can just about feel him trembling with anticipation.
"Give me your hand," Calliope says, already taking Hob's wrist like she has every right to it. Which she does. He's handing over the rights, entirely, to any part of him either of them might want. As long as they share nicely.
"Here," she adds, curling all but two of Hob's fingers out of the way and guiding his hand over the water in the fountain. "Be gentle with him."
"Always," he promises. Dream could use it. He's always thought so.
The water's blood-warm when Hob brushes the surface with his fingertips. Dream's breath hitches, and all at once he understands what Calliope was trying to tell him. He can feel it. Especially because Hob means him to.
Gently, so gently, he dips just two fingers into the warm water, just up to the second knuckles, and glances over at Dream as he hears a shaky exhale to find him flushed and panting. His throat works as he swallows, and the heat in his eyes has only ratcheted up as he meets Hob's gaze.
"You see?" Calliope murmurs to him. "This is just the beginning of what you can do to him here."
Dream swallows again.
Hob breaks into a broad smile.
"Can't wait."
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flowersandbigteeth · 3 months
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Meeting your changeling BF: pt 8
General Plot: You arrive in Darkbell and meet the king
Word Count: 3.5K
Changeling (Clark) x f nymph reader
TW: yandere behavior, sfw fluff, magic
Previous parts and more nsfw monsters here
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The troubling thoughts were scrubbed from your mind when you reached the gates of Darkbell. They were massive, rising up several stories and made of some gleaming white metal. 
“Amazing, hm? The gates of Darkbell have never been breached. The citizens have lived safely inside for centuries.” Clark said, pulling your horse to the side where there was a smaller entrance with a night elf guard. 
“State your business,” he barked, not at all friendly. 
Clark opened his jacket and pulled out some document. 
“I’ve been sent by the Mage’s Chamber to answer your request,” he said. 
The night elf examined the document carefully, then looked at you, his glowing violet eyes skeptical. 
“What about her? Doesn’t say anything in here about a nymph,” he said. 
Clark sighed and rolled his eyes. 
“For Goddess’s sake,” he grumbled. “No one is trying to break into your bloody cave. She’s my wife! Why else do you think I’m carrying around a nymph?” 
He pulled out the two little booklets the administrator had given you to mark your marriage and showed them to the elf. The guard didn’t seem the least bit moved by Clark’s tirade, but handed his documents back and waved you through. 
“Proceed straight to the castle,” he said as you passed. 
Clark mocked him in silence when you were out of his view. 
“Be nice,” you said, smacking him lightly on his arm. 
“You are too sweet, my love,” he said, nuzzling your ear. 
You gasped at your first vision of Darkbell. Clark’s description did not do it justice. The city was stunning. The homes and businesses were cut directly into a shimmering blue stone, flecked with sparkles that looked like stars. Gravity defying aquaducts wound around the buildings delivering water in sparkling waterfalls to various ponds and wells tucked in walled gardens. The paths were lined with blocks of the same gleaming white metal as the gates. There weren’t just glowing mushrooms, there were bioluminescent vines and flowers climbing every vertical surface and clusters of gently pulsing fungus crowded the corners. 
Night elves moved elegantly through the neighborhoods, their skin a similar blue to the buildings but their eyes glowing a rainbow of colors– blue, green, pink, and violet. The cave was relatively dim, but you could still see quite well with tall illuminated fungus growing along the avenue like street lamps. 
At the far end of the massive expanse that was the city, a lovely sparkling castle sat at the top of hundreds of stairs. It appeared to be carved from blue and purple crystals that were hundreds of feet tall. Even more crystals arranged almost like stonehenge circled the main building. As you approached, your eyes followed two of the aquaducts emptying into a wide river that bisected the city. It was clear and still as glass with massive white fish with no eyes gracefully swirling their long fins below the smooth surface. 
“How pretty,” you breathed, your eyes eating it up like candy. 
“It is a little pretty,” he agreed, guiding your horse along the widest road towards the castle. 
You had to dismount in front of another surly guard at the base of the castle. 
“King Khelvan is expecting you,” he said, carefully examining all of our documents again. “Proceed.” 
“The king,” you whispered as Clark took your hand to lead you up the staircase. “I’ve never met a king before! What do I do?” 
He chuckled. 
“Just let me talk with him,” he assured you. “Be polite and bow when you approach, that’s all. Don’t be hurt if he’s a little rude, all these elves are cold to outsiders.” 
You were expecting an old King with lots of wrinkles and maybe a long beard, but that wasn’t who was sitting on the throne. The night elf was incredibly handsome and appeared to be close your your age with oddly familiar glowing green eyes. A sweep of long blue hair fell over wide, strong shoulders. He was dressed in a robe that looked to be woven from silver thread only accentuated his graceful features. A single silver circlet rested on his head. 
To either side of you, what must have been his court, peered at the two of you, whispering amongst themselves. 
“Greetings your Magesty,” Clark said with a practiced flourish as he bowed. 
The king’s eyes met yours for a moment and while Clark was looking down, he winked at you! The edge of his lip lifted just slightly as he looked you up and down. Your cheeks burned and since you were standing there staring, Clark grabbed your wrist and pulled you down with him. 
“Rise Mage and state your business,” the king said, his tone neutral though his voice was very smooth and deep. 
“I’m Clark Septos and this is my lovely wife (Y/N). We arrived to answer your request for an investigation,” Clark said. “You wrote there was a wraith haunting your halls, causing trouble. The Mage’s Chamber humbly offers my services to hopefully find some solution.” 
The king rose from his seat and glided down the set of stairs that separated the two of you from the throne. He circled the both of you, taking your measure. 
“A changeling and a nymph,” he hummed. “What an interesting match.” 
“I’m very fortunate,” Clark said, smiling at you warmly. “The goddess blessed me with a wife as sweet as she is beautiful.” 
“Hm,” he said, then turned and walked down a side hall. “Let’s discuss the matter in my library.” 
You stuck close to Clark as you followed him. The inside of the castle was just as beautiful as the outside. Everything from the chairs to the shelves was carved from faceted crystal. 
He led you into a smaller room with a massive, sparkling desk and took his seat behind it, gesturing for the two of you to take the ones on the opposite side. 
“As my request explained,” he started as soon as you were settled. “There’s a wraith on the loose. I’m not sure who conjured it or why, but it seems to have some vindictive mission. Things and people have gone missing, relics destroyed, and no matter what spells we cast they simply aren’t strong enough to excorcise the creature. I assure you, we would not have summoned you had we been able to handle the situation ourselves.” 
Clark pulled out a small notebook to write notes. 
“Does it speak or communicate?” he asked. 
King  Khelvan nodded. 
“It goes on about some betrayal that occurred,” he said. “I have no idea what injustice they refer to. I’ve searched the library and asked the elders, but no one can come up with anything.” 
“When and where does it tend to appear?” 
Khelvan thought for a moment. 
“It seems to like hanging around the Queen’s chambers. I, of course, have yet to choose a Queen so they are unoccupied, but maids and guards maintain the rooms. There are also many artifacts and heirlooms there that will become the property of the Queen when she is crowned,” he explained. “It’s her items that disappear. It took a scrying mirror, a painting, and a fan that has been passed through generations. There may have been other things I have yet to notice.” 
“What was the painting of?” Clark asked. 
“A princess,” he said. 
“What princess?” 
“No one of note.” 
“Hmm,” Clark hummed. “I’ll have to investigate the area to find out more.” 
“Yes, of course,” Khelvan responded with a tip of his head, then his glowing eyes flicked to you. “I can keep your wife company while you work. This wraith is much too dangerous for a fair nymph. My guards will escort you to the Queen’s halls.” 
Clark frowned deeply and seemed to be wrestling with the idea in his head, but finally caution won out.��
“Yes,” he admitted. “It would be unwise to risk (Y/N)’s safety with a wraith I’ve yet to see.” 
“But-” you started and he shook his head, shushing you. 
“You’ll be safe here,” he said. “I won’t be long.” 
You were nervous about him leaving, but he gave you a comforting kiss on the forehead before he joined the guards standing outside. 
“Would you like a glass of wine to ease your nerves?” Khelvan asked. 
You didn’t really drink, but you didn’t want to be rude, either so you nodded. 
He poured you some rich, red liquid from a decanter and placed the silver goblet in your hand. 
“How did you come to be the wife of a changeling mage?” he asked as he retook his seat. “Most nymphs stay in the old wood. I’ve only met one other that busied herself with our affairs.” 
“It’s kind of a complicated story,” you admitted. “But I adore Clark. He’s been my anchor and my protector through a very confusing time.” 
“I’m sure he would guard such a treasure fiercely,” he mused, smiling at you. 
You found yourself getting lost in his eyes. They were an intense chartreuse, like sun filtering through the leaves of summer trees. 
“Have we met before, you majesty?” you asked. 
You knew it was a silly question, you’d only been in this world a few days, but he seemed so familiar. 
He didn’t answer, likely because it was obviously foolish, taking a sip of his drink. 
“Does he treat you well, provide for you?” he asked, instead. 
“Oh yes, we have a pretty house in Leotolas and a garden. He’s given me some gold to buy what I need,” you said. “He’s an excellent provider.” 
“Leotolas is lovely,” he hummed. “But it can’t compare to Darkbell, can it?” 
You blushed. Darkbell was beautiful, but you wouldn’t compare the two. Of course, you’d never admit that as he was the king. 
“Darkbell is amazing,” you said. “I’ve never seen anything like it.” 
He smiled, revealing straight, white teeth framed by pointy canines. 
“I’m glad you think so,” he said. 
He stood, crossing the room and lifting your hand. 
“Has your mage taught you any magic?” he asked and you weren’t sure how to answer. 
“Well not him exactly,” you admitted, “but his boss taught me how to access my own magic.” 
He nodded, the corners of his eyes wrinkling with a smile. 
“Can I teach you a spell?” he asked. “It’s not that difficult.” 
“Oh yes! That’d be wonderful!” you gasped. “What kind of spell?” 
“This spell is very special. It let’s you glimpse a memory of the person you touch,” he explained. 
Suddenly you were standing in your old bedroom looking in the mirror. You were putting on earrings, singing some song, and dancing around as you dressed. You looked at your phone and there was a picture of a guy you used to know with the message. 
“Is this good for a date? I have no idea how to dress! Help!” 
“Looks good!” you typed. “You look handsome in anything you wear!”
You remembered this moment. It was right before you went on a date with your first boyfriend. Looking around, you found Khelvan standing next you. 
“Ah, so you are a traveler. Pretty outfit,” he said winking, then glanced around your room. “What an interesting world you lived in.” 
He looked at the phone in your hand. 
“What fascinating magic,” he hummed. 
You felt something like a rush of wind and you were back in his library. 
“How did you do that?” you gasped and he chuckled. 
“I’m going to teach you,” he said. “First you have to reach out to the goddess of time and ask for a trade. One memory of their’s for one of your own. That’s the reason you can’t use the spell too often, you’d lose lots of memories. It doesn’t have to be a special memory, just one you have a very clear vision of.
The goddess’s name is Edenta. Focus on her name and try to draw the memory you are willing to trade to your mind. Once you have them in your thoughts, touch your subject and ask for the memory you’d like to see. You have to be relatively specific or she will show you whatever is closest to what you asked for. You can experiment on me.” 
You blinked at him.
“You’re sure you’re okay with me digging around in your memories?” you asked and he laughed. 
“I can help you choose one if you like,” he offered. 
“Yes, I don’t want to see anything too private,” you admitted and he gave you a soft look. 
“So considerate and kind,” he murmured. “What about…? My first date, since I saw yours?”
Your eyes widened. 
“Kings date?” you asked, making him laugh harder. 
“It was arranged by my father, but yes,” he said. “Come on now, quit stalling. Close your eyes.” 
You took a deep breath and did as Khelvan had asked. The moment your mind formed the goddess’s name, it felt like the air got cooler and the glowing shape of a woman appeared in your mind’s eye. It was impossible to focus on her directly, she seemed to be shifting between forms before your eyes.
“Greetings nymph, why have you summoned me?” she asked, her voice many different voices all at once. 
“I wish to trade a memory for a memory,” you said, your words echoing in the space inside your head. 
“What have you to offer me?” she asked and you focused your thoughts on an unpleasant memory you’d rather forget. 
It was when that boyfriend dumped you for your friend. You felt Edenta’s derision. 
“You offer such a miserable memory,” she huffed, “but it will pay the price. What do you wish to see?” 
“Khelvan’s first date,” you said and the moment the words were expressed she disappeared. 
Khelvan had never put down your hand, so you didn’t have to do anything else. You were suddenly in the very court where you’d been introduced. Khelvan was much younger and an older man, who looked very similar was standing with his hand on his shoulder. 
“I don’t want to do this, father,” he grumbled, but his dad smacked the back of his head, causing him to stumble forward. 
“Don’t be rude to Tria, her family has traveled far to organize this match,” he snapped. 
You looked behind you to find the girl he was rejecting. She was a beautiful night elf, dressed in an elaborate gold gown. She looked no more pleased to be standing before him. 
“Fine,” he grumbled, taking a few steps forward to give Tria a stiff bow. “Greetings Tria of Anore.” 
She returned one just as stiff. 
“I’m in your hands, Khelvan of Darkbell,” she muttered. 
The moment was so awkward you wished to be anywhere else and blinked, finding yourself in the library again. You looked up at Khelvan, amazed it had worked. 
“Did I do it?” you asked and he nodded. 
“Yes, you completed the spell perfectly. Apologies my first date was not as pleasant as yours,” he said and you shook your head. 
“Things are very different for you, you’re a king,” you said, pulling your hand away. 
“They were,” he said, leaning against his desk. “But now that I am king, I can make my own choices as to who I make my Queen.” 
“Why haven’t you found one yet?” you asked, then your ears burned at your stupidity. “Oh…ah…I’m sorry, you’re majesty, that was rude of me. I shouldn’t question your decisions.” 
He shrugged and smiled at you. 
“Perhaps I have found her,” he said. “I only need to woo her. Hopefully, more successfully than Tria.” 
You offered him a genuine smile, at that. 
“That’s wonderful,” you said. “I wish for your happiness.”
“Come,” he said, rising and holding out his arm for you. “Let me show you the garden. There’s no reason to stay cooped up in this dusty library while your changeling does his work.” 
You were sure Clark wouldn’t like you hanging on another man’s elbow, but Khelvan was the king and you didn’t want to offend him. So, you looped your arm around his and followed him through the castle. 
The garden was stunning. There were crystal fountains with sculptures that looked like they were made from ice. Flowers and fruit trees filled the space with color and sang to you a sweet song. 
“It’s amazing flowers bloom in the darkness like this,” you commented, your hand hovering over a bloom. 
“You can touch it,” he said, but you shook your head, standing. 
“Trust me,” you laughed. “I’m still getting used to my magic. You don’t want to have to hack back the vines I create when I touch plants.” 
He chuckled, tipping his head in thanks for your honesty. 
“I’m very curious about your old world,” he said, waving you to a bench in front of a fountain shaped the like white fish you’d seen spitting water. 
You shrugged. 
“It was noisy, dirty, and generally…unpleasant,” you said. “There was not magic like here. There was science that made our conveniences, but every convenience had a cost.” 
He nodded, thoughtfully. 
“All magic has a cost, as well,” he commented.
You thought about this for a moment. 
“Yes,” you agreed. “Channeling the whisperer can be…painful, but I’m working on it.” 
While you sat in the garden, Khelvan spoke to you about the history of Darkbell and a few humorous stories about his childhood. 
An hour later, Clark returned with his escorts. When he saw you sitting together he frowned, tugging you away from Khelvan and giving you a kiss. 
“I missed you love, did you miss me?” he asked, trying to sound easy but you could tell he was annoyed. 
“Of course I missed you. I always miss you when you are away,” you beamed, “His majesty has been telling me about the history of Darkbell. It’s very interesting.” 
He made a noise in the back of his throat and glared at Khelvan. 
“What are your impressions?” Khelvan asked, unmoved by Clark’s hostility. “Did you find the wraith?” 
“Yes,” he said tightly. “From what I could garner your wraith is royalty. I tried to speak with it, using my methods to draw out its story. It has some vendetta, perhaps about the girl in the portrait. It’s bitter and vicious! Its presence is very concerning as I believe it will continue its activities as its goal is retribution for what it lost.” 
Khelvan frowned. 
“Can it be excorcised?” he asked. 
Clark frowned. 
“Possibly,” he said. “There is a method that we use for such creatures, but though it is well practiced it’s never a guarantee. Wraiths fueled by hate and revenge tend to be tricky. These feelings are strong and fuel dangerous magic.” 
“What materials would you require to try?” Khelvan asked. 
“A bottle imbued with magic,” he replied. “Wraiths like these cannot be killed, only contained. I will need to trap it and then the Mage’s Chamber will insist I return with it, as it can become a powerful weapon to the owner of the bottle.” 
The King frowned, but Clark continued. 
“You will have to trust the the Mage’s Chamber doesn’t use these creatures as weapons. They merely join our collection where they can be monitored. We don’t hoard weapons for nefarious purposes, as a practice we attempt to avoid political conflicts. We do a service to Ilirion, keeping them out of dangerous hands.” 
“Hm,” he hummed. “Would you be able to go through with the exorcism in the coming days?” 
Clark nodded. 
“Of course,” he said. “There is some preparation but it won’t take much time.” 
Khelvan nodded. 
“Then my guards will escort you…and your lovely wife to guest chambers,” he said. “Please ask them for anything you may need and they will procure it for you.” 
His eyes flicked to you. 
“Don’t forget what I taught you,” he said, his gaze intense. “You may find it useful.” 
Clark grimaced and pulled you under his arm as the guards led you to another part of the castle.
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wheredafandomat · 11 months
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The Royal Ruse 👑
Prince Loki x Asgardian reader
18+ | this fic contains angst, eventual smut, probably some bad language, little bit of a slow burn?
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“OUCH OUCHHHH OUCH THAT HURT!” You exclaimed, teeth bared as you scowled at Loki.
“You wouldn’t stay still.” He excused, taking a sip of his water.
“I tried to” you argued “I’m not sure if you’re aware but it’s hard to stay still when someone is literally burning through your mind.”
“Don’t be so overdramatic.” Loki huffed, putting his glass back down. “Look y/n, if we’re going to do this, you’ve got to be a little less dramatic okay” he nodded along as if prompting you to agree “and we’re going to have to get along.”
“I thought that’s what we were doing.” You replied, confused.
“Yeahh.” He answered, clearly in disagreement. “Anyways, I should be going” he excused himself, standing up “thank you for the um—the water.”
“Wait, shouldn’t I be coming with you? You said—” you began before he cut you off.
“Yes I know what I said” he dismissed you “your job is to stay put until I come back and bring you to the palace myself. I can’t just show up with you, people will be like who’s that, who is this concubine leaching off of Asgards most handsome prince and eligible bachelor? I’ve got to introduce the fact that I wish to wed first and then they’ll ask to meet you.” He explained.
“Who?”
“The family. And we’ll have a grand dinner, with wine and then they’ll begin the questioning which you’ll prepare for and then you will stay in the palace for the duration of the wedding planning and then the wedding itself of course all the way up until I am crowned king. You can even stay for the coronation” he offered excitedly “and then you get your payment, I get my throne and we part ways. How’s that sound?” He clapped happily.
“Great, the only problem now is having to tolerate eachother until then.” You sighed.
Once Loki left, he began spreading the word of his desire to marry throughout the palace, gaining the attention of both his parents and his brother. Inconsequential conversations turned into substantive ones that related to Loki and his position if he was to wed. He liked the attention. Day in and day out people would ask him questions about his suitor, wondering when they’d be able to meet her. All the attention almost made him want to keep you hidden, he knew that once he introduced you, he’d lose all attention until he was king. Nonetheless, he knew it was time to finally begin.
Hearing a knock at your door, you stood up to open it before gasping at the sight of Loki. You had to restrain yourself before your hand flew up to connect with his cheek; the reminder that he was a prince kept you tame as you pulled him inside, closing the door behind him.
“Where have you been?” You almost shouted at him, hands on hips as you grew angrier and angrier.
“I told you, spreading rumours of our courtship around the palace.” Loki smiled in reminiscence.
“It’s been over a month.” You stressed, raising your voice.
“I am aware of the passage of time y/n” Loki tutted “anyways, are you ready to go?”
“I’ve been ready for over a month.” You exhaled sharply.
“Great.” Loki beamed, rubbing his hands together. “Where are your things?” Silently, you took a few things out of your pockets, presenting them to him. They were your essentials. “I meant your belongings?” He specified.
“I don’t own much.” You spoke.
Looking around, Loki inspected your place again, remembering just how small it was. The lack of space paired with the lack of things which reminded him of his own wealth. Usually he’d gloat about his riches, flaunting them to the other princes of the realms yet in this moment, his wealth only made him feel materialistic, small. Just like the room he was standing in. Your whole world crammed between four walls.
“Nevermind” he smiled “we’ll just get you things once we arrive.” He suggested, guiding you towards the door. “Come along.”
When you followed him outside, you were surprised to see no horses and no carriage. Instead of questioning him, you walked alongside him assuming that the horse drawn carriage would meet you closer to the palace but you were wrong, you ended up walking the whole way. The journey was quiet, only a few words exchanged between you both at a time before a comfortable silence would fall over you. You noticed Loki slowing his steps whenever you’d fall behind, unable to keep up with his strides. The gesture painted him out to be almost compassionate, a trait you hadn’t partnered with him yet. You smiled to yourself wondering what else you’d discover about him during this escapade.
“Are we sneaking in?” You asked once you reached the place, Loki walking in the opposite direction of the entrance.
“No” he lied, causing you to narrow your gaze at him questioningly “fine yes, yes we’re sneaking in, are you always so observant?”
“Why are we sneaking in?” You queried.
“Well I couldn’t possibly present you as you are” he answered, unaware of the insult in his words “I thought it better if you changed first and bathed perhaps.”
“I do bathe.” You seethed.
“Well more thoroughly then.”
“You know, you’re really rude.” You confronted.
“Hey, you’re the one who lives—” he began to defend before you interrupted.
“You know what, maybe this was a bad idea.”
“Y/n—”
“We didn’t all grow up in a fancy palace. Not all of us are royal and rich and completely oblivious to the world around us.” You protested.
“I apologise” he said almost convincingly “but by doing this you’ll be making a lot of money. Think about your future children, they wouldn’t have to suffer like you have. Plus, once I’m king, I’ll bestow on you a boon that you’ll be able to redeem at any time.” Listening to his words you began to picture your future children, you wouldn’t want them to have to go through what you had to.
“Fine, I’m back in.”
“Great, now, let’s go get you cleaned up shall we.” He smiled before seemingly walking through a bush towards a palace window.
After you and Loki’s rather undignified entrance, you were finally inside, your excitement alight as your eyes scanned all the walls.
“These are my chambers.” Loki spoke, presenting his rooms as you gasped, eyes darting around the grandiose decor. Loki tried to bite down his smile as he observed your fascination with everything including the floor.
“Wow wow wow, it’s hugeee.” You beamed.
“That’s not the first time I’ve heard that.” He jested to himself before growing concerned as you stood still, face falling a little. “What is it?”
“This is real” you uttered “this is real. I’m standing in the royal palace” you continued, a stray tear rolling down your cheek at the realisation.
“Y/n?” Loki tried to comfort.
“No, no I’m fine I just— I wish my parents could see me.” You smiled sadly, Loki taken a little aback by your sentiment.
“Well I’m sure they’re looking down on you from where they are.” He offered, tapping your shoulder awkwardly before he showed you to the washroom, showing you how to draw a bath whilst also explaining that it’s something you’ll never need to do as you’ll have chambermaids for that. Before you got into the bath, Loki excused himself.
Sinking beneath the hot water, you let it wash over your skin, soothing all of your aches, pains and worries. From now on, you knew things would be different.
Once you were finished, you wrapped yourself in a towel Loki had left out before you entered his room again to be met with a gift box on the bed and no sign of Loki. You approached it, picking up the note.
For you. P.S. Try to make some noise whilst you’re in there, chambermaids love gathering outside my room and listening in. If they hear you they’ll no doubt run to my parents and then they’ll demand to meet you at once.
Smiling to yourself, you put the note back down before lifting the lid of the box, smile widening at the sight of the beautiful dress inside. You took it out before changing into it. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you already looked different, better. Strangely, you found yourself a little excited knowing that Loki was going to see you in it. You wondered what he’d think.
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sehtoast · 5 months
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Envy (AU Homelander Meets Depowered Homelander x OC)
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18+ | 3.9k. Kidnapping, stalking, domestic fluff, two Homelanders, depowered Homelander, Homelander on Homelander violence, smut if you squint, Benlander | Fic Directory
“I will look for you in every lifetime and love you there.” In another universe, he has everything he could ever want. Yet, there is always something missing. Something he's always wanted.
Inspired by this. Special thank you to @reactornumber04 for pitching it as a Benlander idea, and to whoever is behind that darling anon for sending @blindmagdalena such an awesome concept <3
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The world is his throne.
An amalgamation of blood and ash, built atop a mountain of bones of the unworthy.
He is more than a king. He is a god.
He is god.
So why does he feel so goddamn alone?
Why do the hundreds who throw themselves at his feet, begging him to use them to his heart’s content, do nothing to alleviate his pain? Shouldn’t the void be filled?
Shouldn’t the ache have subsided long ago?
He basks in their love, but it isn’t the love he needs. In fact, it only makes him ache more. It reminds him how empty he really is. Reminds him of what he’ll never truly have. Reminds him of each time it ever slipped through his fingers.
He lingers above the clouds to hide his tears. Lets the sun’s warmth wash over him, eyes shut as he lets go. His mind wanders beyond the bounds of his norm. Somehow there is tranquility here despite what goes on below. Despite all that he’s done.
He could get lost up here. Forget everything and everyone and just…
Be.
He lets himself fall.
Further and further…
He feels strange, but he lets it pass.
Further…
The sounds of the world warp, but he can’t find it in himself to care.
Further…
When he opens his eyes in preparation to halt himself, he’s… somewhere else. The air doesn’t stink of decay. The skyline of the city is intact. The occasional body floating down the Hudson isn’t there. Vought Tower peeks proudly through the jungle of skyscrapers, and he’s disoriented.
His head pounds as he takes in the sounds. The honking of horns, the hum of machinery and the roar of the subway. All the things he’d done away with in his world flood back into his senses. When the overstimulation fades enough to focus, he finds himself drawn in another direction entirely. It’s as if something calls out for him and only him. It grasps him with an overpowering familiarity around his body and pulls.
He doesn’t even notice the mix of confusion and elation in the faces below.
Homelander floats leisurely, letting the feeling guide him until he’s on the roof of a little home in Queens. The last specks of gold cast from the setting sun graces him as he peers inside. He scans the boxes in the attic first. Each one seems to hold nothing of importance. Old clothes, worthless keepsakes, photo albums, and then…
One catches his eye. Inside rests… his suit?
Homelander blinks in confusion. He’s certainly never gifted one, so how..?
Unless it was a copy, in which case it would be a very good knockoff.
He shakes his head and continues observing, peering through to the next floor. The scent of citrus touches his nose as he scans over the bathroom. Clean and well kept, aside from the chaos of products on the sink countertop. Water droplets coat the inside of the shower.
He moves onto a spare room. Its only purpose seems to be serving as a staging ground for tech work and a few hobbies.
The sight in the next room makes him stop breathing.
There, on the bed, lies a man reading a book. One hand adjusts his glasses. A mop of unruly brown hair rests on his arm, and he can hear the soft snores. Normally, he wouldn’t give a single fuck about something so mundane if not for the fact the man in that bed looked exactly fucking like him.
Some things were different. The knockoff’s hair was fully brown, and certainly wasn’t being kept after the same way his own was. His eyes were an identical blue, but why were they so… soft? Scruff covered his jaw and neck, and there was a tiny, pink scar at his cheekbone, but it was undeniable that this man looked exactly fucking like him, even with other subtle differences.
Homelander watches with wide, focused eyes. Stares at this alternate version of himself in disbelief and fascination.
“Mm,” he hears the other person mumble. “Time is it?”
"It’s uh…” his alternate self speaks. Homelander’s lips part. “About eight.”
They have the same voice.
He looks through the layers of blankets and clothing to check the man’s left hip. He’s stunned at the sight of a birthmark identical to his own.
It’s unmistakable.
The too-real suit. The resemblance. The mark…
That’s him.
But why the fuck is he…
Homelander watches that mop of brown hair finally lift to reveal a young man with the most striking brown eyes he’s ever seen. Something in his gut drops when he sees how the boy looks at this strange version of himself. There’s such warmth, such gentleness in his eyes. He finds that ache renewing in his chest when the pair kiss.
Homelander has had many people try to give him such a look, but their anatomy always betrayed them. Their cortisone was too high, or they would reek of fear. Their hearts would race and their brains would stink of deception.
But not this one…
Whoever this was, he looked at this version of himself with an affection that rang true through his entire body. Heart beat just right, not a waft of fear. Even his other self was reciprocating genuinely.
What the hell is this?
He watches the younger man grumble something about ‘it being time,’ and attempt to roll out of bed before he’s snagged by the arm.
“Absolutely not,” chides his other self. “You’ve been running around since before the sun came up. An hour is not enough sleep.”
“But I gotta–”
“Benjamin.”
So that was his name.
“Two hours,” the boy says before shooting a web and yanking a red, white, and blue suit off the corner of the floor. Interesting power… “I’ll bring home dinner?”
“We already ate.”
“Oh,” Ben chuckles. “Right...”
Homelander watches him take the suit from Benjamin’s hands and toss it to the end of the bed.
“C’mere,” he lifts his arm, offering himself as a pillow. The boy returned to his embrace eagerly. “You gotta make time for yourself, babe. Sleepyheads don’t make for good heroes.”
Homelander spent days watching the pair. He found a way into the attic and lingered there when he wasn’t following the bug around the city. He decided that the web-head was insufferable. Noble to a fault, altruistic, kind, and painfully lenient on even the worst of the criminals he apprehended. Worse than that, he was the leader of The Seven. The completely reformed Seven, at that.
And the way he treated him– or, well, his other self…
He wanted him.
He wanted what they had. Every fucking minute of seeing them together, seeing their love, was a torture in and of itself.
This is what he needs.
Watching them make their stupid little grocery trip before cooking their stupid little dinner. Seeing himself cut and saute vegetables, actively assisting in the process…
Guess this version of himself was only good for domestic work, given he was without his powers.
This, above all else, disgusted him. Benjamin deserves a partner who can keep up with him, if not exceed his limitations. He deserves someone who can make things fun. Throw him around a little, fly him above the clouds and take him anywhere. But, instead, the bug settled on sticking around with this useless excuse of a man.
Why?
Why does he smile at him? Dance with him in the kitchen to no sounds beside the sizzles from the stove? Why does he let this pathetic nobody dip him back and kiss him?
How is it that he’s not faking a single ounce of pleasure when this human ruts into him?
”J-Johnny!”
The sound sends a jolt straight to his cock every time, and he touches himself as he watches, despite his ire.
Why does Benjamin look up at that disgusting, scar covered, sweaty fool and proclaim his love? Kiss his forehead and tell him that finishing early didn’t disappoint him? What makes it so fun to share a bubble bath with him and scoop suds atop his head?
And why the fuck does his alternate self love it so goddamn much?
Homelander, for as much as it confused him, wanted so badly for all of this to be his. They could be happy together, too, right? All he would have to do is dispose of this lesser man, and he could swoop in and show Benjamin just how perfect their lives could be.
By the third week, he snaps.
He nabs his sniveling, weak self out of the kitchen with ease. His mirror image was too stunned at the sight of him to even speak.
“What’s wrong, ‘Johnny?’” He snarls as they whip through the air. “Forget how to fly?”
He drops him a few times for good measure, really solidifying the fear that he’s at the mercy of, well… himself.
Somehow, he can’t bring himself to kill the loser. Homelander tells himself it’s for insurance in case Ben catches on, but even he knows that’s not quite true. He monologues endlessly about how interesting this world is. Tells the tale of how he brought his Earth to its knees in under three days’ time, slaughtering world leaders and eviscerating military ordinance left and right. He and his loyal fans– followers, now, took care of the unworthy. By bathing in blood, he cast a new light across the whole world. It was meant to be paradise, except for that one tiny little detail.
That thing he was missing.
“So, I’ll be borrowing your little bug boy.” He explains with a grin, staring down at his tied up self. “Sure you won’t mind, right? You gotta know this isn’t the life he deserves.”
He can see that jab hit home. Sees his body shake with anger and fear, hears the chain and shackle keeping him in place rattle just the tiniest bit.
“What kinda fuckin’ pussy do you gotta be to lose your powers, anyway? You were bigger than god himself and you just, what? Pissed it all away?”
His other self clenches his eyes shut and bites down on the gag.
“Ah, well…” Homelander grins, quirking his brow. “Hey, whaddaya think’s for dinner tonight, anyway? I bet I can get him to make steak… And, heh, when we finish up, I could probably show him an even bigger piece of meat. If you know what I’m sayin’,”
He leaves after a few more taunts, eagerly barreling back to that quaint little home before Benjamin can return. His suit gets stashed under the bed, and on goes some of his other self’s clothing. He hates to admit that they’re comfortable.
The only thing preventing him from looking totally the part was his hair, but that is quickly explained by a trip to a stylist once Ben arrives home. Finally saying he wants to take care of himself properly. Look nice and handsome again.
He greets the bug with a kiss that no amount of restraint can disguise as anything but starved.
“Woah, there, tiger.” Ben giggles, thumbing at his right cheekbone. Homelander spots a flicker of curiosity. “What’s got into you?”
“Same thing that wants to get into you,” he remarks with a smirk. Ben’s laughter is warmth in his very soul, even if the bug told him he’d rather wait till later in the night.
He could do that.
He could wait.
He bullshits his way perfectly through their banter. After so long observing, he knows just how to play the part. Expert actor that he is, he even makes sure to nibble on his lower lip just like his alternate self does when he’s thinking to himself.
It’s perfect.
The way they curl up on the couch together, the way Benjamin runs a hand through his hair. He can tell the bug doesn’t suspect a thing. Heart beat is in check, adrenaline isn’t spiked, and there’s not a lick of fear emanating from that cute little body of his. He’s in heaven.
That void in his chest feels full, and he has the last piece of the puzzle.
Everything’s perfect… until Ben tries to leave.
“I gotta go out tonight, pumpkin.” The web-head explains. He’s already dressed in that silly spandex suit of his. “Personal responsibility aside, it is part of my contract to keep Vought off your ass, y’know.”
He rolls his eyes, and grabs Ben’s arm.
“I said, no!”
It all went so smoothly until this. Why did he have to ruin everything? Why couldn’t he just fucking stay here?
Homelander grips Ben’s arm, and he sees the moment when the illusion fades.
Too hard.
Too strong for a human.
Ben looks at him for a moment with narrowed eyes.
Homelander stays completely still, hoping that not reacting at all will dispel the realization and everything could go back to normal. He should force him to sit the fuck down and snuggle. Have him run those fingers through his hair some more, spread his legs later and be the perfect partner Homelander knows he can be.
But it’s too late.
Those hands land on either side of his upper arms and he’s being walked to sit on the bed. Benjamin takes a seat beside him and takes him by the hand.
“Man, I’m not even going to pretend this isn’t totally crazy, but…” The bug strokes the back of his hand as he speaks. “How did you get here?”
His eyes flicker red for a moment, ready to blow clean through his head and end his failure before it can get even worse. But, it is precisely this action which earns him a soft smile and a kiss to his knuckles. The crimson heat withers away almost instantly.
“M’not gonna hurt you. I promise.” Ben tells him. Admittedly, he caught on to the difference fairly fast. His sixth sense, combined with the fact Homelander was missing the scar on his cheek were the dead giveaways. Benjamin had to keep himself in check until he was absolutely sure, and, even then, he had to wait for the right moment to slip out and search for John. “I just have questions, y’know?”
Some way, somehow, those gentle eyes pulled every word from him with ease. Even as he tells his tale of conquest, he finds more understanding than horror looking back at him. Seemingly against his will, he devolves into a tirade about how fucking alone he really is. How miserable and sad his life is, despite having everything.
“But then I saw you two, and I…”
Benjamin nods, chin resting atop Homelander’s head. His heart hurts for him, despite the disgust at his deeds. He wonders if this would’ve been Johnny’s fate had things not gone the way they did. If, perhaps, he never did join The Seven. If his love never lost his powers. The immaturity and fury in this man rages hotter than it ever did in Johnny– even back when he was still Homelander.
He lets this one weep. Encourages it, even. Shushes him and weathers the ache of his impossibly strong grip. He wonders if Homelander has ever been allowed to let go. If anyone's ever held him together. Ever wanted to.
“All I’ve ever wanted was to be loved…” Homelander sniffles.
By the time he settles down, Benjamin has missed his window to go out on his patrol. He hums while Homelander catches his breath. One hand strokes up and down his back while the other thumbs at his cheek.
“You’ll find your way, pumpkin.” Ben tells him. “Life makes us wait, and it especially makes us work. Johnny and I took a lot of both, especially work, but it turned out in the end.”
Homelander scowls, but no burning fury rises to his tongue.
“Even though I’m pretty sure our worlds are super different, I think you’ll find your person.”
It’s the kindest rejection he’s ever faced in his entire life. They sat there for a time, allowing a sense of calm to return. He could’ve almost forgotten everything that happened.
“Hate to break the moment, but uhm… I do kinda need my husband back, y’know?”
Homelander scoffs, but stands regardless. He pulls his suit out from under the bed and begins undressing. To his surprise, Ben helps him zip back into it and figure out the cape clasps.
As they flew to the dock warehouse, Ben giggled about the nostalgia of flying.
It was cute.
The mess they’d found his other half in was, however, quite the opposite. Heaving breaths and sputtered cries shook him, and his vitals indicated a full blown panic attack. It’s laughable. He’d only been there for a few hours, what–
“Oh, baby…” Ben coos, kneeling beside him to untie the gag and release his wrists from their binds. “Shh… S’okay now. Look at me.”
John’s hands moved to protect his face as soon as they were free, and Homelander watched with curiosity as Ben walked his other self through various methods of grounding. In a way, he almost felt… wrong for having done it. A disgusting, foreign feeling, and he wasn’t quite sure why he felt it. He certainly felt nothing of the sort massacring half of his Earth.
“I’m not there,” John gasps, a chill creeping through his body as the adrenaline and fear began to subside. “Not there, not there, not there…”
“That’s right, pumpkin.” Ben affirms. “You’re with me. You know that means you’re safe, right?”
John nodded vigorously, sitting up to embrace Benjamin, burying his face in the bug's neck.
He's so fucking pathetic, but…
God, Homelander wishes someone would hold him like that. Maybe if someone would've wiped his snotty little face, kissed his brow, loved him enough…
He shakes his head to rid himself of the thoughts.
He’s met with a piercing stare from his other self. It’s almost laughable. Like a house cat threatening a lion.
Homelander watches the pair stand. Sees how Benjamin frets over possible injuries, pats him down despite all the reassurances there were none. It’s endearing, almost.
He trails after the pair as Ben swings them home. Watches how his other self relaxes his hold around Benjamin’s neck, completely and utterly trusting that he won’t get dropped for the umpteenth time in one day. He can tell that the nighttime air chills him, and he can hear Ben apologize and promise a hot bath.
Something in him feels wrong when they arrive back at the house.
Benjamin invites him in, but something isn’t right.
He isn’t right.
His body tingles and his head feels like it’s floating away from his body. He pretends to feel fine as they all take a seat in the living room to discuss everything.
He stifles a breathy laugh at the way his counterpart sits away from him. Yet, somehow, there’s an ounce of guilt.
Ben explains the fine details to John, but he doesn’t excuse the behavior. Makes sure to motion to Homelander when he tells John just how sorry his superpowered self was for such an act.
Homelander grumbles out his apology– yet another thing he’s never done before now. At least, not with any real sincerity. But the look in Ben’s eyes makes him want to mean it. So he says it again.
This time, he gives it meaning.
“I’m sorry for what I did to you.” His throat burns with each word. “For hurting you and trying to take him away from you.”
The tingling feeling returns tenfold.
Something must be happening, because the other two look at him with wide eyes. A glance down at his hands, and he appears to be dematerializing.
“W-What the fuck?” He stands abruptly, swatting at his body as flakes of light float from him. He rubs his arms, wrings his hands, he panics. “What’s happening to me?!”
Arms wrapping around his body startle him. Tears well up in his eyes when he realizes it’s not only Benjamin, but his other self as well.
“Think you’re goin’ home, pumpkin. You got this.” Ben murmurs against his neck.
The ache settles into his heart once more, but it feels different this time. He’s going to lose this.
“I don’t wanna go…” He sniffles, staring down at that head of unruly brown hair. “I– I wanna stay!” It’s warm here. Even when it’s hard to find, there’s still a degree of peace. And Ben– Ben’s so nice to him.
“I wanna stay!” He repeats desperately. “Don’t make me go…”
Hands rest at his face to make him focus.
“Look at me,” his other self says. “You’ll find what you need. Just gotta let it come to you.”
He shakes his head.
“Time and work, Homelander.” Ben reminds him. “I believe in you.”
Just as the tingling feeling becomes a full body vibration, his other self redirects his gaze. Blue meets blue, and he feels Ben hug him tighter.
“I forgive you.”
The feeling explodes, and he feels his body fade in and out of nothingness. He’s unsure what’s left of him, but he imagines some of those glowing particles still linger. Maybe Benjamin will miss him..?
He aches in the void. Sobs and screams, pulls at his hair.
He’s a wreck for an endless amount of time, floating through nothing until he blinks and he’s somehow back.
Back in the halls of Vought Tower, repurposed to serve as his worldly throne. Homelander meanders aimlessly. His followers salute him as he passes by, but his gaze remains fixed on the ground.
Why does everything look so gray?
Everything’s so… quiet.
Why is it so cold here?
He floats up flights of stairs to avoid people. Makes his way to the conference room with an idle mind.
Something just told him that’s where he should go.
He watches the city from his glass palace. The skyline doesn’t fill him with a sense of power as it once did. The crumbling decay only serves to remind him of how dismal it all really is here.
He stares. Contemplates. Loses himself for perhaps an hour or so.
He even ignores the sound of timid footsteps approaching him.
“Mister Homelander, sir?” asks a familiar voice.
Couldn’t be…
Their heart beats like a jackhammer, and their adrenaline is sky high. They smell so familiar, even covered in the stink of this world.
He turns around, stunned.
“I uhm… Sorry, sir,” outstretched is a hand to shake his. A spinneret rests at the base of his wrist. Soft brown eyes dart back and forth between meeting his gaze and looking away.
He’s nervous, but… he’s not afraid.
“I’m your new uhm…” The boy trailed off, chuckling nervously. “My name’s Benjamin– er, Ben is fine, too. Your choice, of course. I guess I’m your new whatever-you-want-me-to-be. T-They didn’t really specify, y’know?”
Homelander’s eyes soften, and he fights the bite of tears.
Time and work.
“I’m so happy to finally meet you, Benjamin.” He smiles down at the boy fondly. “Welcome home.”
note: this may become its own series depending on how badly it gives me brain worms
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agentrouka-blog · 8 months
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Hi! if jon really falls for sansa, what do you think his course of action is? I’m not a big fan of him trying to suppress those feelings, he may just want to ignore them or feign confusion. In sansa’s case, she probably thinks it’s something cersei did to her but yea idk
(Nah, they won't wallow in endless repression, and Sansa isn't the #1 Aemon and Naerys shipper for nothing. No need to blame Cersei there, she'll just suddenly feel genre-aware.)
Jon Snow dealing with his feelings, according to me, a 7-Step-Guide as illustrated by selected quotes:
Step 1: These hearteyes are Totally Normal!
They look as though they belong together. [...] Her breath was white as well … but her eyes were blue, her long braid the color of dark honey, her cheeks flushed red from the cold. It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely. (ADWD, Jon XI)
Sansa looked radiant as she walked beside him, but Jon did not like Joffrey's pouty lips or the bored, disdainful way he looked at Winterfell's Great Hall. (AGOT, Jon I)
Step 2: Oh no.
Jon walked away as confused as he was angry. Sam's heart was as big as the rest of him, but for all his reading he could be as thick as Grenn at times. It was impossible, and dishonorable besides. So why do I feel so ashamed? (ACOK, Jon III)
He sat on the bench and buried his head in his hands. Why am I so angry? he asked himself, but it was a stupid question.  (ASOS, Jon XII)
He wanted it, Jon knew then. He wanted it as much as he had ever wanted anything. I have always wanted it, he thought, guiltily. May the gods forgive me. It was a hunger inside him, sharp as a dragonglass blade.  (ASOS, Jon XII)
Step 3: I am fortune's fool.
A deserter and a wildling could expect no welcome anywhere in the Seven Kingdoms. (ASOS, Jon IV)
Bastard children were born from lust and lies, men said; their nature was wanton and treacherous. Once Jon had meant to prove them wrong, to show his lord father that he could be as good and true a son as Robb. I made a botch of that. (ASOS, Jon X)
Step 4: Aemon and Naerys - Northern Edition
Tyrion Lannister had claimed that most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it, but Jon was done with denials. (AGOT, Jon IX)
 If this is so wrong, he wondered, why did the gods make it feel so good? (ASOS, Jon III)
Old Nan used to tell stories about knights and their ladies who would sleep in a single bed with a blade between them for honor's sake, but he thought this must be the first time where a direwolf took the place of the sword. (ASOS, Jon II)
"More than any of the others." When Taena frowned, a tiny crease appeared between her dark eyes. "Every morn and every night he visits, unless duty interferes. Her brother is devoted to her, they share everything with . . . oh . . ." For a moment, the Myrish woman looked almost shocked. Then a smile spread across her face. "I have had a most wicked thought, Your Grace." (AFFC, Cersei VI)
Step 5: A Miracle of Technicalities
Is she still my sister? he wondered. Was she ever? He had never truly been a Stark, only Lord Eddard's motherless bastard, with no more place at Winterfell than Theon Greyjoy. And even that he'd lost.  (ASOS, Jon III)
She punched him. "That's vile. Would you bed your sister?" "Longspear's not your brother." (ASOS, Jon III)
They had spoken their vows in Winterfell’s own godswood before a heart tree, and only then had she given herself to him, wrapped in furs amidst the snows as the old gods looked on. (Fire and Blood - The Dying Of The Dragons - A Son For A Son)
If I could show her Winterfell . . . give her a flower from the glass gardens, feast her in the Great Hall, and show her the stone kings on their thrones. We could bathe in the hot pools, and love beneath the heart tree while the old gods watched over us. ( ASOS, Jon V)
Wed to Ser Loras, oh . . . Sansa's breath caught in her throat. She remembered Ser Loras in his sparkling sapphire armor, tossing her a rose. Ser Loras in white silk, so pure, innocent, beautiful. The dimples at the corner of his mouth when he smiled. The sweetness of his laugh, the warmth of his hand. She could only imagine what it would be like to pull up his tunic and caress the smooth skin underneath, to stand on her toes and kiss him, to run her fingers through those thick brown curls and drown in his deep brown eyes. A flush crept up her neck. (ASOS, Sansa I)
"And the Dragonknight?" She flung the bedclothes aside and swung her legs to the floor. "The noblest knight who ever lived, you said, and he took his queen to bed and got her with child." (AFFC, The Soiled Knight)
Step 6: Trials and Tribulations In Apocalypse Times
His words were like an icy draft through her heart. "No," she said, suddenly afraid. Was this to be her punishment? Never to see his face again, nor to feel his arms around her? (AGOT, Catelyn II)
When he woke, there was nothing to do but think, and his waking thoughts were worse than nightmares. The thought of Cat was as painful as a bed of nettles. He wondered where she was, what she was doing. He wondered whether he would ever see her again. (AGOT, Eddard X)
Step 7: Due to Reasons of Convenience, These Cousins Must Totally Wed Now
His lord father had once talked about raising new lords and settling them in the abandoned holdfasts as a shield against wildlings. The plan would have required the Watch to yield back a large part of the Gift, but his uncle Benjen believed the Lord Commander could be won around, so long as the new lordlings paid taxes to Castle Black rather than Winterfell. "It is a dream for spring, though," Lord Eddard had said. "Even the promise of land will not lure men north with a winter coming on." If winter had come and gone more quickly and spring had followed in its turn, I might have been chosen to hold one of these towers in my father's name. (ASOS, Jon V)
"To be sure. It would not have been fitting for a daughter of Riverrun to marry one so far below her." Littlefinger spread his hands. "Now, though . . . a match between the Lady of the Eyrie and the Lord of Harrenhal is not so unthinkable, is it?" [...] Tyrion studied the slender man with the pointed beard and irreverent grey-green eyes. Lord of Harrenhal an empty honor? Bugger that, Father. Even if he never sets foot in the castle, the title makes this match possible, as he's known all along. (ASOS, Tyrion III)
And there was one woman, sitting almost at the foot of the third table on the left . . . the wife of one of the Fossoways, he thought, and heavy with his child. Her delicate beauty was in no way diminished by her belly, nor was her pleasure in the food and frolics. Tyrion watched as her husband fed her morsels off his plate. They drank from the same cup, and would kiss often and unpredictably. Whenever they did, his hand would gently rest upon her stomach, a tender and protective gesture. (ASOS, Tyrion VIII)
Commence lots of laundry and taxes and baby Starklings.
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ystrike1 · 1 year
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The Empress Of Ashes - By 별보라 (8.5/10)
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The tragedy doubles, and then it triples. Trauma, fractured memories and cruelty are the norm in this one. It's about a husband that gets a second chance to protect his wife, but he's too obsessed to see that she no longer wants him. He'll force his happy ending through, not matter what. Even if that means going against everyone, including his wife.
Aprosa is a former child slave. It's implied that she was adopted by a priest, who became her father. Her husband is a handsome man named Ailec. He's too good to be true. He's loyal and smart and sauve and obsessed with her.
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He'll never let her go. She saved him when he had nothing. Ailec is a prince, but he was originally unwanted as a child. Even the servants ignored him. He had to forage for food like a homeless boy, despite his status. Aprosa, his rose, was and is his beloved guiding light. Ailec's brother took the throne, and to make a long story short he sucks. The country is in chaos. They need a good Emperor, and Ailec the unwanted is a genius. He married a commoner for love. He never thought he'd have to take the throne, but his country needs him.
(Being above the nobles who used to bully him feels great too.)
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Ailec makes too many mistakes. He doesn't give Aprosa any power. He marries other women. He even has children with them. The presence of the other wives makes power and respect impossible goals for Aprosa. The nobles just ignore her. Why curry favor with the commoner wife when there are other noble wives to suck up to? Ailec does love Aprosa. He only married to ensure his position and her protection, but she is a normal commoner woman. It's very hard for her to watch his children, from other women, walk around her.
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Aprosa naturally becomes depressed. The Emperors love is not enough. She begs for permission to leave the palace. If she's not allowed to divorce...she at least wants to live far away from him. She is disgusted with him. Her love is gone. Their first child died young. Their second is the Crown Prince.
The other wives know Aprosa is weak, with no allies but the Emperor. One of the wives traps Aprosa's only living son in a burning garden greenhouse. She rushes in to save him. The glass garden burns down with both of them inside.
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The Emperor calls a meeting. A ballroom of nobles gathers. The Emperor hires mercenaries to kill them all. You see, Ailec was blinded by his vision of his perfect future. He thought Aprosa would always love him, because he will always love her. He just doesn't understand that her love was a normal love. She never wanted to be Empress. Ailec stops acting like a reasonable man, because his family is dead.
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His other wives, and other children, were never family to him. He feels nothing for any of them. Aprosa couldn't believe that. His other wives also assumed the Emperor would forget about his foolish commoner wife. The fire was set around the Crown Prince on purpose. So Ailec makes the culprit watch her son die. Then the mercenaries he hired slaughter everyone else. Then, he walks into the resulting flames on his own free will. He wants to die the same way his wife did, so he can be with her.
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Then he wakes up with his wife. He's younger. He has time. He hasn't gone back to the palace yet. Aprosa still loves him. He is overjoyed and he has a new perfect plan. The best one. He's not going to marry another woman. In fact, he doesn't need to. He has a huge advantage. He already knows the secrets and plots that will happen in the future. He even knows when assassins will come, and he knows the names of all the fools who wanted his wife dead.
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Ailec is selfish. He doesn't understand WHY his wife is miserable. It's easy to blame the nobles and wives who were jealous of her. She was an Empress who did no work. She was only loved by Ailec...so naturally she hated herself. Aprosa was a slave. She doesn't like being owned and controlled. When she became Empress she felt like a slave. She had no one but the Emperor. No friends. She couldn’t see her family. Her only purpose was romance. Of course she felt like a slave! That's very realistic.
Aprosa has some fuzzy memories of her other life too, but she's extremely traumatized. She can't remember everything in detail, because horrible shit happened to her when Ailec wasn't watching.
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In her new life she's better off. She's more cautious. Ailec is more protective. She gets a tutor right away, but how can she win? She can't. She can't become perfect enough to escape her past as a commoner. Ailec isn't a field lord. He is the Emperor. Aprosa can protect herself and learn how to throw a grand party, but she will never be loved.
In this life she wants to leave Ailec too!!! She wants to raise their child alone, away from the horrors high society holds. She hesitates though. She says she will try. She loves Ailec. The horrible memories in her head have to be a bad dream.
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The two main contenders for Ailec's hand in marriage are both formidable. Buxom, blond Gladys is from a rich family and she's highly confident. Cool, polite little Valerie is the daughter of Ailec's best potential political ally. They try to tear Aprosa apart...quietly. The word slave is enough. A whisper is enough. Aprose just doesn't belong. Ailec is trying to force her into a seat that she doesn't fit in. He's erratic. His displays of affection and loyalty start to get more cruel. Soon, Aprosa cannot recognize him. Soon, nobody can understand why the Emperor is so obsessed with a woman who fears him.
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the cccc banner series has come back and is... um. is. idk
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"helpful" guide for which order to read the things in/which order i will be describing the lyrics
lore:
the lines and text are basically representation of the other's influence on them, thus why mind gets heart's lyrics and vice versa as opposed to other way around.
soul got tmr lyrics and a little bit of tse bc he doesn't let the others influence him i guess.../he isn't actively fighting with the others, at least not in the same way mind and heart are, he is sovereign except, of course, for whole bc he's trying to become whole which is why he gets whole's lyrics
soul gets spiral pattern, mind gets pattern that looks like fractured glass/a gunshot for reasons you can probably extrapolate, heart just gets lines bc mind is trying to force him into something orderly and lawful and thing
eye pattern is because My Heart Characterization = he sees things that at least mind doesn't. also bc i needed something to fill that specific space
lyrics under cut since my handwriting probably sucks
JUNO WAS MAD
HE KNEW HE'D BEEN HAD SO
HE SHOT AT THE SUN WITH A GUN
SEE HOW HIS FEET MISS THE GROUND
AND HE FALLS INSIDE
THE HOLE HE
DUG 4 ME
THINK OF THESE THOUGHTS AS HACKNEYED & TRITE CLICHED DEPRAVED DISTURBING & CONTRIVED SHALLOW
SEE HOW THE MIND TRICKS THE SOUL INTO BEING SOMETHING SICKLY DEAD & COLD
MY MIND'S CONSIGNED OUR SIGHS TO A LEADEN VOID [divider] THE SOUL REMAINS TEMPERED I REMAIN PLIED & CONDEMNED
AND HERE HE IS THE PIECE OF SHIT SITTING SEETHING HIGH ATOP HIS STOLEN THRONE
GLASS IS THE HOUSE OF THE HYPOCRITE AND YET
YOU STILL CONTINUE ARMING STONES [divider] LIFE CAN'T THRIVE CONTROLLED BY DIGITS
WAIT! NO, PLEASE
WAIT! NO
I'M NOT LISTENING. WHAT'S FUTURE, WHAT'S
HISTORY? WHAT'S HAPPENED WILL BE + REPEAT. NOW I KNOW THY NATURE
OF NO URGE
-NCY. SICKLY CYCLIC
CALL ME THE SOUL OR CALL ME MY NAME
OH LABEL ME WHATEVER YOU'D LIKE CALL ME YOUR
HOST OR CALL
ME INSANE IF THAT WILL
i doubt anyone needs this list but lyrics are from, in order: roe/ruler of everything, the heart acoustic, the bidding, time machine reprise, and the soul eclectic
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Doppelgangers, Homunculi and Other Narrative Possibilities in Walpurgis no Kaiten
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The key visual for Walpurgis no Kaiten shows Homura confronting what appears to be a duplicate of herself (or someone wearing her face). Combined with PMMM's predilection for Germanic literature references, this instantly makes me think of the concept of the doppelganger (literally "double-walker"), a term which was coined by the German Romanic author Jean Paul in his 1796 novel Siebenkäs ("Seven Cheeses").
Siebenkas (full title, Flower, Fruit, and Thorn Pieces; or, the Married Life, Death, and Wedding of the Public Defender F. St. Siebenkäs in Reichsmarktflecken, Kuhschnappel). The Wikipedia entry summarizes its plot thusly:
As the title suggests, the story concerns the life of Firmian Stanislaus Siebenkäs and is told in a comedic style. Unhappily married, Siebenkäs goes to consult his friend, Leibgeber (Bodygiver), who, in reality, is his alter ego, or Doppelgänger. Leibgeber convinces Siebenkäs to fake his own death, in order to begin a new life. Siebenkäs takes the advice of his alter ego, and soon meets the beautiful Natalie. The two fall in love; hence, the "wedding after death" noted in the title.
Since then, the doppelganger has migrated further afield, appearing in stories like Edgar Allan Poe's "William Wilson" (1839) and Fyodor Dostoyevsky's The Double (1846). In addition to being a figure of inexplicable mystery and horror, the doppelganger frequently infiltrates its target's life, taking on their name and place in society by displacing the original. The doppelganger is also similar to many doubles from folklore and legend, including the Celtic fetch, which is usually seen as a omen of death. None of this bodes well for Homura, obviously.
The doppelganger is also closely related to the Gothic Double, where one character's personality is divided across two bodies (Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde being the ur-example). In these accounts, the character's shadow--all of the traits that they repress or deny about themselves--manifest physically in the form of a double (often distorted or otherwise visually distinctive) that serves as antagonist and narrative foil in one.
Finally, the doppelganger also serves as the inspiration for the Doppels in Magia Record, which are temporary manifestations of a magical girl's witch form inside the controlled environment of Kamihama City. However, the game takes place in an alternate continuity, so it's not clear what, if anything, will carry over to the movie.
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A design similar to Homura's in-game doppel from the 2015 concept movie trailer, featuring the Clara Dolls armed with pins.
While it's not quite the same as a double, there's one other example from German literature that this image reminds me of: the Homunculus from Goethe's Faust, Part II (1832). Homunculi (Latin for "little human") are perhaps best known from shows like Fullmetal Alchemist, but they have been popular in literature for centuries as alchemical creations and artificial life.
In Faust Part II, Faust's assistant Wagner creates the Homunculus--despite greeting Mephistopheles as "cousin", the Homunculus has a unique relationship with Faust, capable of seeing into his dreams. The Homunculus guides Faust and Mephistopheles to the "Classical Walpurgisnacht" featuring the Thessalian witches and other characters from Greek mythology (unlike the more Germanic Walpurgisnacht celebration from the original Part I). In contrast to Faust, who is both matter and spirit and spent most of Part I yearning to be spirit alone, the Homunculus is pure spirit, but yearns to be human. However, he dies in the process as the fire of his being mingles with water and the glass flask containing him shatters on the throne representing Love.
Given all of the Faust references in previous installments--not to mention the association of the Homunculus with fire (remember, "Homura" is a homonym for "flame" and her emblem is a salamander, which was associated with fire in European heraldry) and the shattering of the glass flask mirroring the shattering of a soul gem--it's entirely possible there might be more in Walpurgis no Kaiten. We shall see!
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Not every odd or unusual design choice in this show heralds back to Faust, but it's generally a good starting point.
(As an aside, a common term used to describe Wagner is famulus, which has the same Latin origins as the word "familiar". In one of those twists that makes translation so fun, it's also a 100% accurate rendering of the word Sayaka uses in Rebellion to describe her relationship to the Law of Cycles--かばん持ち, kabanmochi, or "private secretary".)
While it's still too early to tell which if any of these archetypes/references will be present in Walpugis no Kaiten, the key visual suggests that the primary conflict of the movie will be Homura confronting herself--though how and why this doubling/splitting/mirroring comes about has yet to be explained. It also suggests that the movie will be as complex, deep, and chock-full of allusions to German literature as its predecessors and I am so here for it.
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Mrs Darth Vader - Part 4; New home
Relationship: Darth Vader x Fem!Reader
Series Summary: Newly appointed Emperor Vader, has been hassled about getting married and producing an heir. Whilst having a meeting with Admiral Piett he meets his second in command's daughter, Y/n.
Series Warnings: Age difference, forced marriage, eating disorders, postpartum depression, suicide attempt, toxic relationship, smut, angst, pregnancy, darth vader is not only a massive creep but also an asshole, referenced suicide
Chapter Warnings: Blood, panic attack
Chapter Summary: The reader arrives at the Palace
Word Count: 2.1k
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Your gaze swept over the exterior of the manor you’d lived in for nineteen years. God, the thought of leaving your home, the home where you spent days wandering dimly lit hallways, discovering secret passageways that mostly led to the servant quarters and then playing in the gardens after lessons. Now looking back on all those memories a pang of melancholy blossomed in your heart.
It had only been a few days since the night Vader proposed to you. But word managed to move around fast, and now everyone in the Galaxy knew of your engagement. Your life in the manor was a quiet one, and now, you were going to be thrust into the spotlight for all to see.
The thought of becoming Empress is daunting. People are going to be following your every move and one little slip up could cause a catastrophe.
“Darling? Are you ready to go?” Your father walked past the double door entrance and towards you, his hand landing gently on your shoulder
“I don’t think I can do this, papa” You responded, your throat felt dry and you swore that if you didn’t sit down soon you’d probably pass out
“Oh honey” He pulled you against his chest, arms wrapping around you comfortingly “Don’t worry, you’re just feeling nerves, is all. Once you’re properly settled into the Palace you’ll feel better in no time..” His voice was a chipper one, a rarity for your father “Besides, the Emperor has been anxiously awaiting your arrival”
“I don’t want to marry him!” You exclaim, pulling away from your father harshly and adjusting your slightly crumpled blouse “He’s- He’s weird! He told me about his first wife and how I reminded him of her.” You were pacing at this point “And then right after he proposed to me, he called me Padmé..Who is Padmé-?”
“That’s enough!” Your father snapped, causing you to stop mid-rant “I forbid you to say anything bad about the Emperor, he chose you to be his bride… We are leaving” Your father gripped you by the arm and dragged you towards the speeder, he threw you in and slammed the door in your face
You had no time to react as the speeder started humming to life. You clambered to the window seat, hands pressed against the glass as the vehicle sped down the gravel road. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes. “For the love of the maker- be strong, girl!” Your father who was sitting in the front passenger seat remarked when he noticed the tears starting to slip down your cheeks, you hastily wiped them away, your bare arm wiping under your nostrils and collecting the snot which was starting to slip down
Your chest was burning and it felt like your throat was closing up as you watched the manor disappear and was instead replaced with the scenery of trees.
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It didn’t take long until you noticed the grand Palace coming into view, bustling streets slowing the speeder down slightly. Eventually, the speeder slowed to a stop in front of the Palace doors.
“Welcome, Miss” A butler opened the door and bowed, hand outstretched “The Emperor has been waiting most anxiously for your arrival”
You simply smiled in response, allowing for the palace servants to guide you inside. It was exactly as it looked that night, only slightly lighter due to natural sun rays filtering through the windows.
A finger swiped at the window sill and when you inspected it, there was no trace of dust. “We won’t have to walk for much longer, miss. The throne room is just a few doors down” The butler explained “And don’t worry about getting lost, we’re always here to assist” The doors swung open “Miss Y/n Piett, your Majesty” The butler announced before quickly scuttling away
The intimidating figure of Vader sitting on the throne caused your heart to squeeze in unease as you slowly made your way towards him, steps were meek until you eventually stopped at the front of the throne and dipped yourself into a courtesy
“Your Majesty” You muttered loud enough for him to hear you
“Rise, little one” You complied almost instantly and stood to your full height, Vader rose from his place at the throne, his gaze never leaving yours as he stepped down from the throne “You look divine, little one” He commented
“Thank you, sir” You replied
“Come with me” It wasn’t a question, and you allowed him to guide you from the throne room and through the confusing hallways “My wife always had a good eye when it came to decor, I hope that you’ll be the same”
You gulped down the knot that was forming in your throat and smiled “I’ll do my very best, sir”
“Please” Vader interrupted “Call me Vader. We are to be married”
“As you wish, Vader” His hand grasped yours and squeezed it reassuringly as he took you up a flight of stairs and down a long hallway. He stopped at the last door, the door swinging open revealing a plain bedroom, which resembles more of a lowly peasants room than that of a nobles
“This is your room” He stepped in after you, watching as you examined the room “It will only be temporary, so there will be no use in redecorating” He paused for a moment before continuing “After we are married, you shall move into my quarters. But for now, we must follow protocol”
You only nodded in response, your chest once again squeezing painfully “Thank you, Vader, you are most kind”
This seemed to satisfy the Emperor who added “I have other things to attend to, but I would be most happy if you graced me with your presence for a stroll before dinner” You said nothing and so he continued “I’ll have one your new maids come and fetch you” The door closed with a quiet click and you were left in complete silence
You carefully made your way towards the bed, only to dip down uncomfortably low against the mattress. The silence was deafening and you felt the tears gently well up in your eyes. Through the blurriness, you eyed the drab temporary room; cobwebs decorated the corners of the ceiling, and the covers on the bed were barely holding it together, you vaguely wondered how comfortably you’d be able to sleep on such an uncomfortable mattress and much too soft pillows. The realisation of what your future was going to look finally hit, your chest started heaving, the tears that were once beginning to form in the corner of your eyes were starting to drip down your cheeks.
You were going to marry Vader
You were going to become Empress
You were going to have Vader's children
Children...
The word felt wrong, you could never imagine yourself having children at a young age- or even any at all. However, the decision would be out of your hands as soon as you married the Emperor. Hell, the decision wasn’t yours the second you agreed to marry him.
You finally stood up, walking towards the dressing table. You pulled the chair back and took a seat on the plump cushion; At least there was one comfy thing in this awful bedroom. Your hand gently smoothed itself over the surface, and you were almost impressed at the cleanliness. Though you’d quickly snapped out of the trance you were in when your hand collided with the vase of roses and you winced as shards of glass sprayed all over the ground
“Kriff…” You muttered, quickly kneeling to the ground, your fingers plucking up the large bits of glass and placing them in your hand. You let out a sharp hiss as you felt bits of the glass cut into your hand and you watched as beads of blood stained your skin
“Miss?” There was a quiet knock at the door and a head poked through the crack in the door. The young woman scuttled forward, the many fabrics of a dress spilling over her arms, and she had to tread carefully, in fear of tripping over. She let out a successful huff, dropping the dress onto the bed, her smirk falling when she saw the scene of you on the floor, glass cutting harshly into your skin. You couldn’t blame her for the shocked scream she let out, if you were in her position you too would’ve thought something else was going on.
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Nothing was said as the young maid dutifully bandaged up the cut “My name is Alicgil” She started “I’m one of your maids” You said nothing, opting to stare out the window, she quickly tied the bandage off and smiled at you warmly “The Emperor asked me to tell you that he would like you to wear this dress” You side-eyed the gown, eyes wandering over the intricate placement of the sequins over the front of the deep purple dress
“It’s beautiful” You commented, fingers skimming over the fabric
“He told me its a difficult dress to get into, so I’ll be happy to assist if you-”
“No thank you” You stood up and hastily discarded your outfit until it was nothing but a pile on the floor. Picking up the dress you turned it over in your hands and quickly realised that getting dressed into this thing with no assistance would not be easy “Actually…” You chewed on the bottom of your lip “Perhaps I will need a little assistance”
Alicgil clapped her hands together excitedly and rushed to stand behind you “The Emperor told me how this dress wasn’t brought but was specifically designed for you! How romantic” Alicgil was practically swooning as she tightened up the lacing on the back until it fit your figure snugly, she quickly bustled away only to return moments later with a long coat in a darker shade of purple. She stepped away and you looked towards the mirror, admiring the light purple swirls which decorated the longcoat. “Oh! I almost forgot!” She said, her hands rummaging through her pockets, until she pulled out a box. Inside the box was a brass colored collar “The Emperor also requested for you to wear this” You nodded, pulling it from the velvet covering and gently strapped it around your neck
“I must admit, the Emperor truly does have spectacular taste” You commented, you gave a slight twirl and watched as the bottom of the dress flared out slightly
Alicgil leaned forward, her hands comfortingly gripping your shoulders as she said; “While you’re out having dinner with the Emperor, I’ll clean up the mess” She gestured towards the spot on the floor, covered in roses, water and glass
“Thank you…”
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“Thank you for joining me, Y/n” Vader said, he grabbed your hand and bowed, the smooth surface of his mask bumping against your knuckles
“Thank you for the offer, Vader” You replied, a soft smile spreading across your face
With his arms tucked behind his back he walked alongside you until you reached the entrance to another garden, slightly different to the one a few nights prior “You look beautiful in the dress, little one, in fact, you look more beautiful than I imagined”
“It only looks beautiful because you designed it”
“Yes…” You caught onto the change in his tone, his movement faltering slightly, as if he was caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to do. “What happened to your hand?” He asked, his eyes wandering towards the bandage
“O-oh!” You chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck with your non-injured hand “I accidentally knocked over a vase of roses, I probably shouldn’t have tried to pick up the shards of glass” He nodded absentmindedly at your response
Silence filtered through the already awkward atmosphere, only to be broken moments later when Vader hesitantly spoke “I was your age when I first wed”
“Mmmhm” You nodded absentmindedly, your fingers rubbing against the smooth fabric of the coat in order to distract yourself from the unease that was building in the pit of your stomach
“Nobody knew of the marriage, it was a secret we had kept hidden from prying eyes. But, behind closed doors we were like any married couple” He paused for a moment before adding; “It was beautiful” You had no idea why he was telling you this. Was it so you’d know more about his life before he became a Sith? Or was it to rub it in that you’ll always be second best?
You didn’t get to dwell on the matter any longer, as seconds later, a butler appeared announcing dinner. Vader walked on ahead of you, and you sighed quietly.
It was best for you to get used to this. You had a gut feeling that this would end up being the norm.
END OF CHAPTER
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Bracket is up! Matchups are in text form under the cut. Reminder that all of these matchups were chosen randomly, and that this bracket will be run in a double elimination style, so a character failing out in round one does NOT prevent them from proceeding into the tournament.
Ursula Boulton (Merge Mansion) vs. Betty Grof (Adventure Time)
Evelyn Wang (Everything Everywhere All At Once) vs. The Coin / Boss (Blaseball)
Morgan Le Fay (Fate) vs. Edelgard Von Hresvelg (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)
IMOGEN (Stellar Firma) vs. Amalexia (Elder Scrolls)
Maeby Funke (Arrested Development) vs. Manon Blackbeak (Throne of Glass)
Taylor Hebert / Skitter (Worm) vs. GLaDOS / Caroline (Portal)
Cleo DeNile (Monster High) vs. Nico Robin (One Piece)
Helen Richardson / The Distortion (The Magnus Archives) vs. Calanthe (The Witcher)
Irving Braxiatel (Thieves & Tardises) vs. Nefera DeNile (Monster High)
Alina Starkov (Shadow & Bone) vs. Lady Barbrey Dustin (A Song Of Ice & Fire)
Eclipsa Butterfly (Star vs. the Forces of Evil) vs. Jennifer Check (Jennifer’s Body)
Moira O’Deorain (Overwatch) vs. Captain Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Carribbean)
Iron Maiden Jeanne (Shaman King) vs. Artemis (Greek Myth)
Tomie Kawakami (Tomie) vs. Dame Obsidian (Murdle)
Rachel (Animorphs) vs. Juri Han (Street Fighter)
Shego (Kim Possible) vs. Asajj Ventress (Star Wars)
Tabitha Scarlet (Scarlet Hollow) vs. Morte Asherah (Sands of Destruction)
Theresa (Fable) vs. Morgana Pendragon/Le Fey (BBC Merlin)
Nailgun Sue (IRL) vs. The Witch (Into the Woods)
Chara / The Fallen Human (Undertale) vs. Nimona (Nimona)
Klaasje Amandou (Disco Elysium) vs. Margot “gottiewrites” Garcia (An Unauthorized Fan Treatise)
Prince Ianthe Naberius the First, the Lyctor Prince, the Saint of Awe, previously known as Ianthe Tridentarius, the Princess of Ida, heir to the House of the Third, Mouth of the Emperor, the Procession, House of the Shining Dead (The Locked Tomb) vs. Baru Cormorant (The Masquerade Series)
Anna Croft (Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint) vs. Sailor Galaxia (Sailor Moon)
Ms. Pauling (Team Fortress 2) vs. Lady Alcina Dimitrescu (Resident Evil)
Charlie Magne/Morningstar (Hazbin Hotel) vs. Vriska Serket (Homestuck)
Willie Jack (Reservation Dogs) vs. Gretchen Klein (The Wilds)
Rachel (Tower of God) vs. Galadriel (Lord of the Rings)
Charlie (Don’t Starve) vs. Pomegranate Cookie (Cookie Run)
Rose Quartz / Pink Diamond (Steven Universe) vs. Filo (Shield Hero)
Tokiko Shigure (Ai: The Somnium Files) vs. Sandy (TokiDoki Cactus Friends)
Shion Sonozaki (Higurashi When They Cry) vs. Banica Conchita (Evillious Chronicles)
Mima (Touhou) vs. Yūko Ichihara (xxxHolic)
Yuno Gasai (Future Diary) vs. Laerynn Coramar-Seelie (Critical Role)
Riza Hawkeye (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs. Granny Weatherwax (Discworld)
Catherine Earnshaw (Wuthering Heights) vs. Susie Haltmann (Kirby: Planet Robobot)
Lae’Zel (Baldur’s Gate 3) vs. Starlight Glimmer (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)
Dr. Frank-N-Furter (Rocky Horror Picture Show) vs. Angela (Library of Ruina)
Miranda Vanderbilt (Monster Prom) vs. Jinx (Arcane / League of Legends)
Rose Thorburn Jr. (Pact) vs. Eva (Umineko When They Cry)
Empress Phillipa Georgiou (Star Trek) vs. Shiv Roy (Succession)
Paige Duplass (The Silt Verses) vs. Akua Sahelian (A Practical Guide to Evil)
Poison Ivy (DCEU) vs. Nickel (IDW Transformers)
Joyce Messier (Disco Elysium) vs. Reagan Ridley (Inside Job)
Kalina (Fantasy High) vs. MegaGirl (Starship)
Sloane Parker (Eidolon Playtest) vs. Power (Chainsaw Man)
Marcille Donato (Dungeon Meshi) vs. Raiden Ei / Beelzebul (Genshin)
Patty Bladell (Insatiable) vs. Remy “Thirteen” Hadley (House MD)
Tanya von Degurechaff (The Saga of Tanya the Evil) vs. Fang Runin (The Poppy War)
Nomi Malone (Showgirls) vs. Han Sooyoung (Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint)
Wu Zetian (The Iron Widow) vs. Lariska (Bionicle)
Teresa Agnes (Maze Runner) vs. Emma Perkins (Hatchetfield Series)
Lucrecia Mux / Maligula (Psychonauts) vs. Nadja of Antipaxos (What We Do In The Shadows)
Akako Koizumi (Magic Kaito) vs. Junko Enoshima (Danganronpa)
Blackberry (Chicory: A Colorful Tale) vs. Malva (Pokemon)
Vermouth (Detective Conan) vs. Kumoko / Shiraori (So I’m a Spider So What)
Eleanor (Do Revenge) vs. Bryony Halbech (Red Valley)
Asuka Langley Soryu (Neon Genesis Evangelion) vs. Terezi Pyrope (Homestuck)
Leliana (Dragon Age) vs. Archbishop Rhea/Seiros (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)
Grimora (Inscryption) vs. Anthy Himemiya (Revolutionary Girl Utena)
Audrey Redheart (Wandersong) vs. Kyoko Sakura (Puella Magi Madoka Magic)
Fujiko Mine (Lupin III) vs. O-Ren Ishii (Kill Bill)
Anne (WOE.BEGONE) vs. Gwendolyn Poole (Marvel Comics)
Lappland Saluzzo (Arknights) vs. Avrana Kern (Children of Time)
Harley Quinn (DCEU) vs. Cassandra Jones (Rise of the TMNT)
Faith Lehane (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs. Rosalyne-Kruzchka Lohefalte / La Signora (Genshin Impact)
Revan (Star Wars) vs Rue Kuroha / Princess Kraehe (Princess Tutu)
Eve (The Bible) vs. Prospera Mercury (Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury)
May Angelica Jones Goodwin (It Takes Two) vs. Elle Williams (The Last of Us)
Marina (Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas) vs. Naksu / Mudeok (Alchemy of Souls)
Patrick Bateman (American Psycho) vs. Sucre (OFF)
SHODAN (System Shock) vs. Cocolia (Honkai: Star Rail)
Alana Bloom (NBC Hannibal) vs. Halea Haumea (Phantomarine)
Delirium of the Endless (The Sandman) vs. Arcee (IDW Transformers)
Morganthe (Wizard 101) vs. Wu Zetian (History)
Jude Duarte (Folk of the Air) vs. Miranda Pryce (Wolf 359)
Perihelion/ART (The Murderbot Diaries) vs. Kanamori Sayaka (Keep your Hands off Eizouken!)
Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum (Adventure Time) vs. Anais Watterson (The Amazing World of Gumball)
Croix Meridies (Little Witch Academia) vs. Lady Macbeth (Macbeth)
Harrowhark Nonagesmius (The Locked Tomb) vs. Big Mama (Rise of the TMNT)
Katherine Pierce (The Vampire Diaries) vs. White Gladys the Orca (IRL)
Doctor Carmilla (Doctor Carmilla & the Mechanisms) vs. The Handler (Umbrella Academy)
Catra (She-Ra & The Princesses of Power) vs. Liliana Vess (Magic: The Gathering)
Jasnah Kholin (Stormlight Archive) vs. Liraz (Daughter of Smoke & Bone)
Lilith Clawthorne (TOH) vs. Medea (Greek Myth)
Odin (The Bifrost Incident) vs. Enma Ai (Jigoku Shoujo)
Mordred (Fate) vs. Nana Daiba (Revue Starlight)
Beatrice (Umineko When They Cry) vs. Hester Shaw (Mortal Engines)
Balalaika (Black Lagoon) vs. Any Female Praying Mantis (IRL)
Veronica Sawyer (Heathers) vs. W (Arknights)
Angelica Pickles (Rugrats/All Grown Up) vs. Eleanor Guthry (Black Sails)
Asha Rahiro (Kubera One Last God) vs. Willow Rosenberg (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
The Administrator (Team Fortress 2) vs. Shadowheart (Baldur’s Gate 3)
Noi (Dorohedro) vs. Leopardstar (Warrior Cats)
Sue Miley (Your Turn to Die) vs. Beatrix Kiddo (Kill Bill)
Juliette Cai (These Violent Delights) vs. Rat God (Mad Rat Dead)
Petra Solano (Jane the Virgin) vs. Kycilia Zabi (Mobile Suit Gundam)
Franziska Von Karma (Ace Attorney) vs. Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club)
Anne Boleyn (History) vs. Cinder Fall (RWBY)
Kokomi Teruhashi (Disastrous life of Saiki K) vs. Major Margaret Houlihan (M*A*S*H)
Mrs. Lovett (Sweeney Todd) vs. Enyo (Granblue Fantasy)
Claudia (Interview with the Vampire) vs. Essun/Syenite/Damaya (Broken Earth Trilogy)
Lady Eboshi (Princess Mononoke) vs. Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower (Bloodborne)
Entrapta (She-Ra & The Princesses of Power) vs. Ilsa Faust (Mission: Impossible)
Princess Azula (Avatar: The Last Airbender) vs. Dahlia Hawthorne (Ace Attorney)
Samantha Groves / Root (Person of Interest) vs. Charlotte “Lottie” Matthews (Yellowjackets)
Shanoa (Castlevania) vs. Sally Reed (Barry)
Evil Lynn (He-Man) vs. Makima (Chainsaw Man)
Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls) vs. Raphaella La Coginzi (Doctor Carmilla & The Mechanisms)
Edalyn Clawthorne (The Owl House) vs. Yennefer of Vengerberg (The Witcher)
Toriel Dreemurr (Undertale) vs. Monaco (Hetalia: Axis Powers)
Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Carribbean) vs. Vala Mal Doran (Stargate)
Wanda Maximoff (MCU) vs. Adelina Amouteru (Young Elites)
Mapleshade (Warrior Cats) vs. Amy Dunne (Gone Girl)
Gertrude Robinson (The Magnus Archives) vs. Hornet (Hollow Knight)
Homura Akemi (Puella Magi Madoka Magica) vs. PearlescentMoon (Double Life SMP)
Lady Bone Demon (Lego Monkie Kid) vs. Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson Series)
Jung Sun Ah (Devil Judge) vs. Muu Kusonoski (Milgram)
Romanadvoratrelundar (Doctor Who) vs. Electra (Starlight Express)
Rouge the Bat (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs. Akane Kurashiki (Zero Escape)
Wen Qing (The Untamed) vs. Yubel (Yu-Gi-Oh)
Ponyo (Ponyo) vs. Renata Glasc (League of Legends)
Aubrey (OMORI) vs. Menou (The Executioner and Her Way of Life)
Olivia Octavius (Into the Spiderverse) vs. Anna Limon (Mabel)
HG Wells (Warehouse 13) vs. The Shapeshifter (Odd Squad)
Miles “Tails” Prowler (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs. Isabella (Promised Neverland)
Riley Grace Davis / Bonesaw (Worm) vs. The Fairy Godmother (Shrek 2)
Misty Quigley (Yellowjackets) vs. Nami (One Piece)
Olivier Mira Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs. Lucretia (The Adventure Zone: Balance)
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tobitofunction · 1 year
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Dance of Jealousy
Saw this post from @full-time-make-believer about Loki dancing with reader and Morpheus being jealous. So I made this
Morpheus and reader a married. Calliope and reader a friends. Loki and Thor are played by Chris and Tom but they have their aren’t brothers, they have their original relationship status of being uncle and nephew
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“Wow this party is looking great,” Matthew said landing beside Morpheus, who was sitting on this throne observing everything, mostly their sibling Desire,” Y/N is looking beautiful as well,” Matthew said making Morpheus's attention snap towards you, Matthew was right, you looked stunning, the black dress looked stunning on you, it showed off your figure perfectly,” My Lord” you greeted,” You look stunning my love,” he said getting up, holding out his hand for you to take,” Thank you, got this made just for this party. We don't have these often,” you said as Morpheus wrapped his arms around your waist to bring you closer,” Want to dance?” you asked,” I don’t dance, you should know that. We have been married for over 600 years,” he said sitting back down on his throne,” Only one dance? Please” you pleaded but your husband didn't answer, you sighed and walked away. Calliope watched you walk down the stairs careful that you don't trip on your dress,” Don’t worry, he didn't dance while we were married either, not even on our wedding day or our sons” she said,” We didn't dance on our wedding day either” you huffed, suddenly an idea came to your,” Maybe he just needs a push” you smiled cheekily,” A push?” Calliope asked intrigued,” Jealousy, my friend. Our dear Morpheus as you know can get jealous very quickly. Now just for the right candidate. Desire is a no” your eyes scanned the room when a certain raven-haired god walked in,” Loki” you smiled,” The god of Mischief?”,” Of what else,” you said, before walking towards him.” Good evening,” you said making Loki turn around, he was quite handsome, like Morpheus he has a pale complexion, with strong bone structure fitting for a god, green eyes like the most beautiful emerald and dark hair like the night sky,” My Lady” he bowed,” What owns me this pleasure”,” Would you like to dance?” you asked,” What kind of guest would I be to say no, to our stunning hostess,” he said with a smirk grabbing your hand and guiding you to the dance floor. Thor stayed behind, quickly getting swarmed by women and men trying to get God of Thunders's attention,” Hello There” he smiled awkwardly.
“My Lady, why did you give me this pleasure of dancing with you and not your husband,” Loki asked but he knew the answer already,” I like causing some mischief, a bit of jealousy can't harm” Little Minx, I like that. Well if jealousy you want to cause, let's do it” he said pulling you closer to his body, even through the green leather you could feel his toned body, his hand glided down your back. His body is ice cold, even colder than Morpheus but he lacks his softness. “How jealous, should Dream be my little Minx” he whispered in your ear, his lips brushing against ear lope,” Are you willing to be banned from the Dreaming forever?” you raised a brow, he smirked and turned you around before moving you flush against his body, he gently raised your arm stroking his finger a cross the length of it, while his face stayed buried against your neck,” I have a thing in making Dream’s life a misery every time we meet. Why do you think Desire and I are such good friends” he quickly turned you back around before he guided you across the empty floor, everyone was staring at you, either with aww, jealousy, confusion and delight in Desire’s case as they know that their dear older brother is close to exploding,” Get ready for a show,” they said to their twin before taking a sip from their wine,” Dream, always has the best taste from all of us” they mumbled lifting up the glass giving the illusion that you and Loki were dancing inside of mischiefves Endless’s glass.
Meanwhile, Morpheus was gripping his throne so hard it broke under his hands,” Oh wow Boss” Matthew said fluttering away a bit so he isn't the next thing being crushed,” Loki” he hissed,” You know that guy? He’s quite a good dancer, I must say, If I was human again I would love to dance with him...never mind” Matthew said quickly seeing the look Morpheus gave him,” But in all honestly, if you just agreed to dance with her, this could have all be avoided” Luciene said,” I’m not taking this disrespect any longer” Morpheus said ready to stand,” My Lord, you will just make her angry. She seems to be enjoying herself, so is your ex-wife” she said making Morpheus focus on Calliope who was dancing happily with Norse golden retriever named Thor,” What does this family drink? They all are good-looking” Matthew said, Morpheus didn’t answer but just stared at his wife dancing with the green-clad god of mischief.
“Oh dear brother, green isn’t a good look on you,” Desire’s sultry voice said,” Y/N seems to be having a blast, well it was only a matter of time before your personality or lack there will rift you apart just like Nada and Calliope did.... how is Nada? I heard hell is extremely hot this time of the year” they teased and Morpheus could feel his blood boiling,” Do you have anything to do with it?” he snapped but his voice was still calm as usual,” Oh no, you told me to stay away from your affairs, my dear big brother. This all her doing” they shrugged and walked back downstairs to their twin sister who was glaring at you and Loki.
“Morpheus seems pissed” you mumbled into Loki’s ear as he was still guiding you across the dance floor with such grace and softness it feels like dancing on clouds,” Maybe, we should step it up,” he said suddenly stopping, his lips grazed your cheek,” How far are you willing you go little minx,” he said caressing your cheek with his thump, his green eyes staring into yours, mischief was playing in his eyes like jealousy played into Morpheus,” What are you doing?” you asked as he moved closer to you,” Just a little kiss, little minx-” but before he could finish the sentence he was lifted off the ground and thrown over the shoulder of long-haired god,” Put me down you big Buffon” Loki said banging his fist against Thor’s back,” Lord Morpheus, requested your removal from this fest and I won’t be watching while you cheat on Sigyn” Loki rolled his eyes,” Maybe you should watch that wife of yours more” Loki spat as Thor gave you a small bow with sweet smile before walking off with Loki still trying to wiggle out of his nephews grip,”Uncle you are light as sack of flour do you know that?” Thor asked making Loki sigh and flop his arms down Thor’s back in defeat,” This party is over” Morpheus said while making eye contact with you.
“Morpheus, I’m sorry, I didn't want or ask him to kiss me. He did it on his own, I just want to make you jealous as you didn't want to dance with me” you said grabbing Morpheus’s arm as the two of you reached your chamber,” Please, don’t leave me. I love you so much, it was stupid-”,” I can’t dance” Morpheus said softly,” Sorry?”,” I can't dance” he turned to you and looked down at his feet, his cheeks were slightly red,” I didn't dance with you, as I can’t dance” he said finally looking into your eyes,” Why didn’t you tell me?”,” I lived as long as this universe existed and never once in this time I learned to dance. I was embarrassed, every time my previous partners asked me to dance I said no, you were the first to try something like that” he chuckled,” Y/N, my love, I will never stop loving you, Loki knew the plan even before it was set in motion by you. He wanted to get under my skin, just like Desire always does” he cupped your cheek,” Do you give me the honour of dancing with me? I might be horrible but. let me just try, please?” he said,” I would love to” you pecked his lips, you guided Morpheus's hand to your waist and laced your other hand together,”You take the lead, my dear” you said as Morpheus looked down at his feet slowly beginning to move. 
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Wahhh after watching episode 48, felt like had to watch something light a bit. End up watching King-Chan! The episode where they play Fortnite (2 part) with the show country in it. Long post…😅
Although have to say it like mind-blown by the details especially there were a few things even the cast didn’t know.
Sadly only four of them participated, Aoto, Marie (Erica), Yuzuyan (Yuzuki) & So. (I am used to calling them that 😅) Yuzuyan & So were wearing glasses they look so cute wearing them 😆
First video was about N'Kosopa, where they were given the task to climb to the top.
None of had it easy climbing up 😂 So did comment he was more used to keyboard and mouse compare to controller saying he would do better. In the end they did provide him with it.
They took turn to climb up but they spend a lot of time falling 🤣
Yuzuyan’s turn she was first one to finally reach to the next level , they all celebrated the accomplishment thinking the game end & it seem like Yuzuyan had enough because she tried to end the channel 😂 Byebye Chan
Unfortunately there were still many level left to climb & there isn’t a save point 😰 so if you fall you’re starting from back from the start Zero!
Surprising Aoto was most quite while they other were playing while the rest were very noisy especially Yuzuyan 😂 (Part 1 & Part2)
They took a break & explore the other part of N’Kosopa. The detail was amazing even the epic showdown (E39) the bridge was there!
They return back to climbing & in middle Marie was saying like who best (this part not that sure but I think so) So, Marie, Yuzuyan & then Aoto who was in totally disbelief haha he click his tongue(probably annoyed 😅) then he blame he see it & doesn’t get it. (Probably referring to the different mechanism that enable the jump)
Afterward they got Miki-Sensei who was guiding them from the beginning & to show how it done lol but even he was struggling. Then admit he more comfortable keyboard & mouse. Chaos broke 😂 when they heard it since he was supposed to be the expert! Although they keep cheering Sensei on to reach the top which he did 😁 well only part of it there was still tower climb.
So tease Aoto to do the climb but he respond this isn’t the Teppen he seek. (Almost similar to E44) It sound so cool even So compliment him.
So did try the tower climb while in between Aoto was supposed to give his thought on it. I couldn’t really tell what sort of game he say it was like. Though he did say 楽勝でした (It was easy win) Marie immediately turn to stare at him while Yuzuyan just criticize him 😂 (since he was struggling the most ah poor Aoto) So was busy still playing.
Part 2
Shugoddam, they were only inside the castle the throne room. So was using controller and there was a mini game where you shoot target 🎯 that appear in the place. The ceiling of the throne room even had the King Ohger Mural!
Next was Ishabana and it was a like a quest. Marie had the control. Apparently in beginning you can choose Japanese or English, So & Yuzuyan ask Marie to choose English but she refuse saying let her do it in Japanese.
So spoke English for a moment asking do you speak Japanese (Gahh it sound good)
Marie just reply back in Japanese 😂
YET somehow it turn out the written dialogue was in English. Marie blame that she couldn’t see plus mention that she thought Japanese was on default & press the wrong button thus it end up to be English. Therefore she had no choice but to translate for them what the dialogue 🤣 (Poor Marie) she did translate for them roughly although some part she skip they were like what was written?!?! She did apologize for choosing English but they were fine with it. ☺️
Basically the quest is that you wake up in Ishabana & was save so want return back the favour to Queen Himeno. So the quest is find 5 flower the way was to use Pick-axe to smash the rock to find it. Yet somehow after giving the flower you seem to want to do more since she did save your life. That you end up have to find 300 flower. There was another ‘cheat’ way where this traveller got a machine that allow you make flower but in return the traveller wants a MOFFUN! You have to find it and exchange for the machine that allow you complete the quest and then you can access second floor of castle.
Though like N’Kosopa they just explore outside of the castle and the surrounding.
Next was Gokkan
A bit let down didn’t see the Castle it was mostly outside(I mean it was beautiful but I wanted a small glimpse of the castle) where Yuzuyan & So had the controller (it like two player now onward). Sensei was telling them to power up & gacha for weapon because the game in Gokkan was to fight like wave of zombie figure. Although there was a cool weapon where you shoot out sword & it stab to the ground like Rita’s signature move before exploding! Cool oh yeah it was purple 😎
While they play until they lost, it was really fun they wanted do another round but couldn’t due to lack of time.
Next was Toufu that was still under development while they were playing.
So & Aoto had the controllers this time. They were basically just inside the castle & there was a room that made out like kitchen where all cooking is done they had the sink, box, shelves just anything that like huge kitchen. It was connected to the Throne room.
Also there was this game where you can become a Mini-Kuroko. Basically the game is that you have be last person standing. Not sure if two player game or more can join but for this channel was just two of them.
The base is Tatami mat & underneath is lava so you have to survive by just trying not to fall into the lava. The Tatami mat is fragile so it will break after stepping on it, you can dash & jump. Just have to be last Kuroko standing!
Aoto just kept losing 5 times in a row hahaha & he said it was boring because of it 🤣
So reacted to it saying Aoto just suck at the game.
(There was a statue that say who is wining & how may win)
After his fifth lost, So then suggested whoever lose give next person.
Then Marie took over as she tried to trap So but still lost 3 times 😅 that she like ask Yuzuyan to take over 😆
If I am not mistaken (since they do cut out some part) Yuzuyan lost once but second time finally beat the undefeated Champion So! She even say Toufu now mine & cheer hahaha cute
Then Aoto vs Yuzuyan & 😂 Aoto lost (Aoto I feel so bad for you he is really terrible at game lol)
Then it was Marie Vs Yuzuyan &…Marie won. Then So begin to tease Yuzuyan for losing 😆
Afterward they were told to draw faces for Kuroko that they might use for the game.
Apparently found out they do reuse (or unintentionally put among with other notebook) their drawing notebook that they got sidetrack to find some of previous Masato Yano (Racles) stuff he did in one previous King Chan.
So & Yuzuyan drew a few possible picture to use for Kuroko & I am terrible at explaining how look like so I will just post a picture of one main one they drew
Then they also given the task to give a name for the game which they came up with was this…
黒子からの挑戦畳 (Kuroko's challenge tatami)
~Tatami, Sushi,Samurai~
Though they seem to agree that when the game release the bottom part might be removed 😂
Just roughly what can tell from the two episode (I was laughing at them playing also 😆it so amusing) although I really just want to play the game to see the world…I don’t know if I got time. 🥲
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seravphs · 2 years
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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — PRINCE! OIKAWA X READER
Masquerades are about deceit. In a world built on spun sugar and gems the size of fists, very little can be trusted to be what it appears to be at first glance. 
wc — 1.4k 
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The prince is watching you. Of course, on second thought, it’s unlikely that he would at all - you’re just a common peasant girl among the crowd, waiting for the king to deliver whatever oh-so-important speech he has today that required everyone in the realm to be packed like sardines into the tiny courtyard below his balcony. From that height, all the little bodies scattered below turn into smears of blue and red and green, reduced to scraps of colored fabric. 
But he’s looking, and you can’t shake the feeling that it’s at you, even as you, flustered, turn away to hide your face. When the ceremony ends - long hours of standing on your feet just to hear the king drone on and on - you melt into the crowd and disperse. One of many. 
You don’t know how you might have caught the royal eye, but you’d prefer to stay separate. 
Your preferences, however, do not hold the same weight as royalty. A little side effect of being a common peasant girl. 
A heavy armored hand clasps your shoulder. 
“Let me go,” you snap instantly. The crowd parts around you. No one stops to check on you - instead, they avert their eyes, pull their children a little closer, and walk double time to get away. You don’t blame them. You would, too. This is how you stay out of trouble - but now trouble has come to you. 
You think about running, but decide against it. It would be futile. Better to face it head on. 
He’s well-trained, the knight. Tan skin, spiky black hair, an impassive face that screams ‘loyal  guard dog’. Perfect posture. Uniform follows all the regulations, sword perfectly polished according to code. The worst kind. 
“Don’t be afraid,” he says. “His royal highness requests an audience.” 
“If it’s a request, I decline.” 
The guard gives you a look that clearly says, ‘don’t be stupid.’ 
The palace is a near impenetrable fortress. You’ve only managed to slip in on one occasion before, during a grand party when everyone’s guard was up, but in all the wrong places. You found a weak spot and holed yourself away on one of the forgotten balconies to watch the revelry beneath you. 
It’s a glamorous world. Every body twirling under the throw of light, fractured by the crystals of the chandeliers, glittered with massive jewels, circling their throat, embedded in their hair, given out as favors. Opal for House Kuroo, sapphire for House Kageyama, fire agate for House Hinata. Of course, diamonds and emeralds for the king and his royal spawn.
You’ve glutted yourself on the appearance of luxury already. Everyone is impossibly beautiful and everything is impossibly wealthy. Such is the life of royalty - to be surrounded by women in elaborate dresses made of swans feathers, men in suits of satin and gossamer, drinks in glasses made of mined crystal. It’s another world, down there, among the masked nobles. 
But all of that loses its initial novelty when the prince arrived. 
This time, instead of sneaking in through the servants entrance, you’re being waltzed in through the massive double doors meant for honored guests. Foreign kings and queens walked this carpet that now you stain with your muddied slippers. A maid makes a disgruntled expression at the tracks you’re making on the fine red velvet. 
Massive double doors, pale birch wood carved into fairy tale scenes and painted over with white, bar your entry into the audience chamber. Two guards, equally as blank faced as the one who guided you here, pull them open. They creak slowly, leaving a gap just big enough to pass through. 
It’s blinding inside. The hall is lined with massive, floor to ceiling windows, and the roof is one large skylight. The mirrored floor and the parts of the wall that aren’t entirely windows are encrusted with gold and jewels that send sparks into the air, as if inside the throne room, living stars were stolen from the skies, and dance along the paths of royal footsteps. It’s very emblematic of the Oikawa family and their taste for wealth to hold audience inside what looks like a massive diamond. 
It takes a while for your eyes to adjust, but the royal family doesn’t wait. 
“Thanks, Iwa! You’re dismissed, go enjoy the rest of your day. These are specific orders to take a break, so don’t even think about disobeying,” the prince magnanimously declares with a beatific smile on his face. 
For the first time, you see the twitch of an expression on your escort’s face before he leaves. 
“And you,” the king cuts in. 
There’s only one person left in the room he could be addressing besides his son. 
You shift nervously. There was only one reason you would have caught the eye of the royal family. 
“Thank you,” the king says, and suddenly he’s striding down the hundreds of steps that lead to his throne. He pulls your hand to his lips in an elegant gesture. It makes your skin itch. Perhaps you’re allergic to royalty. 
When he lifts his head, his eyes are misty. “Thank you for saving my son’s life. I heard from him first hand, how a peasant girl from outside the palace had snuck in. How she found him, seconds from choking to death on poison in a brief moment of respite in the gardens. You slapped the chalice from his hand. You saved the prince, the kingdom, and most importantly, my only child. We, the royal family, owe you a great deal.” 
Prince Oikawa tilts his head in agreement. 
You realize they’re waiting for you to say something. When you speak, your throat is too dry. You croak out the beginnings of a sentence before you have to swallow hard and start over, this time, more clearly. 
You stutter out your words, nervous and unsure. “It was…It was nothing, your majesty. I didn’t mean to. It was just…reflex? I suppose?” 
In the echoing silence, you add, “Long live the king,” then wince. It sounds so fake, even to your ears. 
“So modest,” he says, with his booming laugh, as if he hadn’t been crying just a few moments before. “You truly are among the most loyal of my subjects, the very best. I’d like to honor you.” 
“No, sir, it’s not necessary-“
“I insist. From today forth, you are to be the captain of Prince Oikawa’s royal guard, always at his side. You will be his living shelter, his sword, and his shield. You will throw yourself between him and danger, and defend him with your life.” 
Doesn’t seem like much of an honor to you, to be ordered to die for the prince, but it’s not like you have a choice. It’s better than the other option. 
“Thank you, your majesty,” you say, eyes cast down. 
Royals always take forever for things that might be done in the span of seconds. You feel claustrophobic, even with the massive windows, the room feels like it’s closing in on you. There’s panic clawing at your throat that you’re barely tamping down. You want to go. You need to go. It doesn’t help that Prince Oikawa is watching you with devouring eyes. 
“You may be dismissed-“ 
Hope surges up your chest-
“Once you have spoken to Prince Oikawa. May you be good friends, my dear.” 
“…Thank you, your majesty.” 
Then, it’s just you and the prince alone. 
He looks even better than the night you met. The prince was meant for this, after all, the consequence of being the living descendants of the Sun God - if you believed the stories. His skin glows in the light, and faint shimmers of rainbow arc across his white clothes from the crystal. His gold epaulets make him seem broader and more real than he did at night. He’s by no means a small man, but the semi-translucent loose shirt he wore then, combined with the fragile look in his brown eyes, made him seem like almost a different person entirely than he appears right now. 
You break the silence first. “Why did you tell the king I saved your life?” 
Because you hadn’t. 
You’d tried to kill him. 
The poison in his glass had been your handiwork, the price of a ninety million dollar bounty placed on his head going through the underworld. 
He smiles, drawing closer. Up close, he’s startlingly beautiful - and terrifying. He’s perfect to the point of intimidation, with his blindingly white teeth, his poreless skin, the raw power in the way he carries himself. He’s used to getting what he wants. 
So are you. 
But now, you’re defenseless in enemy territory. 
“Why else, my captain?” He’s directly in front of you now, so you can see how even his white boots are perfect, without a hint of dust. “To keep a close eye on you now that you’ve been promoted to my guard.” 
You feel a strange sense of anger that he’s belittling you so. That your talents, so revered among assassins, are so unfrightening to him that he would invite you into his home, even allow you to guard his back. 
“I could still kill you,” you threaten. 
“I do hope you manage to succeed.”
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Chapter Five
(First one with the cover!!)
(Chapter Index)
(Previous)
The sudden demise of a prominent official and the mysterious vanishing of another were events that could not stay undetected for long. Reinforcements were swiftly deployed to the location to scrutinize the aftermath of a violent explosion, an array of gunfire, and the resonating shockwaves of sonic booms.
Although nobody had any idea who initiated the bombing, it was initially assumed Miles Prower and Boomer Walrus of the Suppression Squad had neutralized the elusive blue blur. Yet, upon arrival, they were met with a chilling scene - the lifeless body of Boomer, his existence snuffed out by a fatal gunshot wound on the lower right side of his neck. The grim tableau was punctuated by the discovery of four police-issue bullet casings and three bullets lodged in the nearby concrete wall.
This evidence led to an almost inescapable conclusion - the young blue blur who had managed to seize a gun from the law enforcement ranks was the likely perpetrator of this crime.
After power and communications were swiftly restored, the area remained under stringent lockdown. Law enforcement personnel diligently scanned the vicinity for any trace of Miles, the young suspect, or any individuals exhibiting suspicious behavior. Their search unearthed only the shattered remnants of Miles' array of handheld devices and a faint set of small, bloody shoeprints.
Atop a hill, overlooking the city, the massive Castle Acorn loomed like a fortress of steel and glass. Its impressive structure was marked by glowing neon spires that pierced the evening sky, a true testament to technological power. Inside the castle's walls, Alicia Acorn sat in the throne room, surrounded by modern design and bathed in the gentle glow of neon lights. It was there that she received an urgent phone call from the chief of police, bearing this news of her comrades' fate and the circumstances surrounding it.
The newly crowned queen gripped her throne, taking in a breath in an attempt to retain composure. “Please bring Boomer’s remains to the castle as soon as you are able. And do not cease in your search for Miles.”
“Yes, your majesty.” The chief dutifully responded. “We’re able to have him sent back right away.”
The loss of Boomer was bad enough by itself. His collaboration with Miles in the realm of engineering and invention had been a cornerstone of the extraordinary technological revolution sweeping through their world. More than just an innovator, Boomer was also one of the most formidable combatants within their small team.
The impact of Miles' sudden disappearance was even more catastrophic. While Alicia held the official title of queen in their domain, it was Miles who was the true architect of power behind the throne. His strategic wit was the keystone in their coup that toppled the despised Scourge, leading to the former king's incarceration in Zone Jail at the hands of Sonic. Without his guiding hand, Alicia's governance faced the threat of unraveling.
Patch, interjected with furrowed brows and a skeptical glance from his intact eye, "I was under the impression that the Shapeshifters had departed our planet, madame."
Alicia gestured assertively as she responded, "Many have, not her.” She turned to pace in another direction, her eyes shifting in continuous thought as she spoke. "I had already considered extending an invitation for her to join us. Now, there's no luxury of time to ponder further. She represents our immediate recourse." With her arms now dropping to her sides, her hands clenched into determined fists, Alicia’s eyes blazed with resolve. "As for locating Miles, rest assured we will find him," she proclaimed with a steely tone. "Even if our search means reducing our world to ashes."
Little did Miles’ comrades know that he was unconscious in the back of a postal van.
In a fortunate turn of events, telecommunications were swiftly restored in the vicinity of the recent bombing. Inhabitants of this affluent area had the financial means to ensure rapid resumption of services, and as a result, utility crews worked diligently to rectify the outage in under 20 minutes. The expeditious recovery allowed the Destructix to hastily reconvene and make their escape from the site of the explosion, slipping away before law enforcement could fully divert their attention from managing the immediate effects of the devastation.
In a calculated move to avoid drawing attention, Fiona opted for a less direct route than the rest of the gang as they drove back to their hideout. She was at the wheel of the high-performance sports car they had stolen earlier. In the passenger seat, Scourge was visibly annoyed, burdened with the task of holding the most wanted child in all of Moebius, who was making her discontent loudly known. Due to earlier incidents, he deemed it best that the Destructix didn’t attempt to handle her.
"I wanna fuckin' drive!" Toxic's high-pitched, petulant demand sliced through the interior of the car, her voice a discordant note that caused Scourge's ears to involuntarily flatten against his head in vexation.
Scourge's patience frayed, and with a harsh tone, he retorted, "And if you don't shut up, I'll want to knock all your baby teeth out." This threat prompted Toxic to issue a low, defiant growl, and with exaggerated pique, she crossed her arms and turned her gaze out the window, embodying the essence of childish rebellion.
Despite the animosity that he held towards his sister, recent developments were too significant to overlook. For starters, there was the fact that one of their rivals had been shot dead, which had subsequently resulted in the abduction of another. To top it all off, Scourge found himself in possession of an exceptionally sleek sports car. Admittedly, the vehicle had a shattered window—a souvenir from the circumstances of its acquisition—but he was confident that with a little bodywork and a fresh coat of paint, it would serve as a magnificent means of transportation. The cause of these victories were his sister's reckless escapade that had her tangling with the long arm of the law.
Her actions, albeit inadvertent, had proven to be of considerable advantage to them.
"Ay, Toxic… We need to talk about some things," Scourge reluctantly initiated the conversation, hesitant to give her credit for her aid.
"I thought you said shut up?" Toxic retorted, her tone laced with bitterness as she tightly crossed her arms over her chest.
Scourge let out an exasperated roll of his eyes, followed by a scoff, "Well, you can talk now, smartass."
"Can I drive?" Toxic inquired, a spark of curiosity lighting up her gaze as she considered the prospect.
"Not a chance, brat," Scourge dismissed the idea instantly. "Anyways, that's not what I'm trying to talk about. Look, you did some crazy-ass stuff today, and I was this close," he said, holding his thumb and forefinger millimeters apart, "to blowing your brains out. You could've landed us all back in the slammer," he added, his voice tinged with contempt. He paused to rub his face, as if the physical action could somehow help him process the day's events, "But, lucky for you, your antics actually played out in our favor. So, not only am I sparing your life, but I'm also offering you another shot to roll with our crew. We're talking about a legit life here. Away from that hellhole of an orphanage, living it up in the castle where everything we could ever want is just a snap away. But this comes with conditions: you do everything we say, you don't run off, you don't attack us, you don't mess with our stuff without permission, and you put an end to those tantrums of yours. Otherwise, you're nothing but fodder for the rats. Are we clear, kid?"
Toxic seemed to mull over his words, her initially rigid posture gradually easing, her ear twitching as if weighing each word. Scourge watched her with a raised eyebrow, his head tilted in anticipation of her response.
"Um… Does this mean you can help me?" Toxic eventually asked, her voice small as she twiddled a strand of her unkempt hair, avoiding eye contact.
Scourge blinked, taken aback. She was asking for help? It dawned on him that he had never really considered her needing anything beyond the apparent satisfaction she derived from antagonizing him and his cohorts.
"Uh… Depends," Scourge replied, his expression still betraying his confusion, "What do you need, Toxic?"
Her response was timid, her words imbued with a childlike simplicity, "My friends didn't come back..." Toxic admitted sheepishly, her gaze shifting away to the car window, evading the weight of their stares.
"Your friends?" Fiona chimed in, perplexed at the idea of her ever having friends.
"Hold on a second," Scourge interjected with a snap of his fingers, a lightbulb going off in his head, "Is that why you had four lanterns?"
Toxic nodded slowly, her long fingernail, encrusted with dirt, scraping against the door's upper panel as she gazed blankly into the distance.
"Uh..." Scourge exhaled, a notable tension in his breath as he grappled with the realization of her situation and scratched at the back of his head, pondering the implication of her words, "we… might have a way to find them." Scourge's voice was tentative, betraying a hint of reluctance before he directed his gaze to her, asking with a newfound sense of purpose, "Where were they last seen? What happened?"
She began to recount the events in a halting, childlike manner, "Um… ok so Revine told me not to do the slide because it was broken but it didn’t look broken and then I did it, but it um… broked. Then my mouth cut hurt really bad and I had a hot um… face." Toxic tapped her forehead, indicating a fever, her speech hampered by the limits of her youthful lexicon, "I didn't feel good and Revine went to go get um… the medicine… But she didn't come back. Ren and Selene were scared, and I felt badder, but..." She trailed off, her voice dropping to almost a whisper as she lowered her head, her gaze fixated on Scourge's shoes in the dim light of the car while she fidgeted with her hair, "Revine always said don't look for her if she doesn't come back, but they still went looking and they didn't come back either."
A heavy silence settled over the interior of the car as the gravity of Toxic's predicament sunk in. For the first time, Scourge felt a genuine pang of sympathy for his sister, his blue eyes softening as they made contact with her green ones, reflecting a vulnerability he hadn't noticed before. He was acutely aware that finding her friends would be no simple feat. In the best-case scenario, they had been apprehended and would be listed in police records, which could be accessed with ease if they managed to secure positions of influence. But if they weren't in custody, they could be kidnapped, dead, or lost among the countless homeless children wandering the neon-drenched labyrinth of the city's streets.
"Ok..." Scourge finally spoke, his voice lower, the earlier edge of command now replaced with a more contemplative tone as he averted his eyes from Toxic and stared ahead at the road, "Just stick to the rules, do what we say, and we'll help you look for them, understood?"
Toxic's nod was firm, and with newfound conviction, she affirmed, "Ok."
"You know, Toxic," Fiona interjected, taking control of the steering wheel as she navigated the vehicle, her eyes scanning the road ahead, "shooting seems to be in your blood. We could train you to handle a gun like a real sharpshooter. But remember, you only use a gun when we say so, got it?"
"Ok," Toxic responded, a glimmer of enthusiasm detectable in her voice as she contemplated the offer, "Can we get some food?"
"Yeah," Scourge agreed, pointing at Fiona with a sudden inspiration, "we should swing by that pizza joint we hit up earlier. We could grab a box and some beers to toast our little victory tonight."
"Amen to that," Fiona laughed.
"Wait, I want beer too," Toxic suddenly piped up, her request prompting a burst of laughter from Scourge and Fiona.
"Have you ever even tasted beer?" Scourge queried through his chuckles.
"No. I saw some people drinking it when we went out to find food. Revine said I'm too young for it, but are you saying I can have some?" Toxic asked, her thumbs fidgeting in anticipation.
Scourge was about to respond when Fiona interjected with a firm, "No!"
"Come on, she's earned it! It'd just be a taste," Scourge argued, still laughing at the thought of their youngest member joining in the revelry.
"Scourge, she's just a kid. Who knows what it might do to her? Plus, she’d definitely be a mean drunk," Fiona retorted, shaking her head at Scourge's lack of foresight.
The idea of a belligerent, inebriated child hurling insults at hardened criminals was too amusing for Scourge to resist. "Wait—Shit!" he gasped, struggling to stifle his laughter, "Alright, alright, just one little sip," he conceded, still chuckling.
"Just a splash, barely a taste," Fiona relented, joining in the mirth, "We're definitely going straight to hell for this."
As the laughter subsided, Scourge reassured Toxic, "We'll get you some soda too. Beer's an acquired taste, kid."
"What the hell does that mean?" Toxic asked, her brows knitting together in confusion.
"You'll find out," Scourge said, glancing out the window just in time to see they were pulling up to the pizzeria.
Through the grimy car window, they could see the restaurant's television broadcasting the news, ablaze with coverage of the aftermath of a recent bombing, and now featuring the murder of Boomer Walrus.
"Damn..." Scourge muttered to himself, "Fiona, you grab the pizza. Toxic, you're staying in the car with me."
Fiona nodded tersely, understanding the gravity of the situation, and exited the vehicle to collect their order.
"Why do we have to stay in the car?" Toxic inquired, her fingernail resuming its path along the car door's leather panel.
"Because you've landed yourself in a shitload of trouble. We can't risk some bounty hunter spotting you and trying to cash in," Scourge explained with a weary sigh, his mind flashing back to past encounters with relentless headhunters who’d do anything for a reward.
When Fiona returned, laden with an extra large box of pizza and bottles of beer, they wasted no time in driving back to the orphanage. Upon arrival, they rearranged some scattered chairs into a circle in one of the building's larger rooms. They set a single chair in the center to serve as a makeshift table for the pizza box, which was now the focal point surrounded by the soft glow of the four lanterns. The dim light from the lanterns cast eerie shadows on the walls as they settled into their seats, ready to celebrate the tumultuous day's end.
"Where's Miles, by the way?" Fiona inquired casually, reaching for a slice of pizza and a beer from the makeshift table.
"We tied him to a chair in an old freezer down in the basement," Predator answered, popping open his beer and taking an eager gulp. His face contorted in disgust as he quickly pulled the bottle away, "This tastes like..."
"Like piss and batteries," Lightning finished, grimacing after taking a swig of his own.
"You'd know all about that, wouldn't you, Lightning-wing-sting?" Flying Frog teased with a jeering point, his laughter echoing in the room.
"Yeah, learned from the best—your mom," Lightning retorted with a smirk, eliciting a round of chuckles from the group.
"Hey! Watch it, pally!" Flying Frog shot back with mock offense, standing on his chair He then grinned widely, "Tell her I said thanks for dumping me when I was born," he joked before collapsing back into his chair amidst the group's laughter.
Scourge felt a gentle tap on his arm and looked down to see Toxic seeking his attention. "Can I have a beer now?" she asked with a hopeful look in her eyes.
"Hold up, everyone. Before we drink any more, I think we need to acknowledge our little wildcard here," Scourge declared, raising his bottle for attention despite the murmurs of disbelief from his gang. "If it weren't for her wild antics today, Boomer would still be alive and Miles wouldn't be in the freezer. So here's to Toxic," he proclaimed, nodding at Fiona who reluctantly opened a bottle for the youngster.
"Toxic," they echoed, albeit somewhat scattered, as they raised their bottles and took a drink. Toxic, in her innocence, tried to mimic the gesture but immediately spat out the beer, her face scrunching up in disgust, which sent another wave of laughter through the group.
"To be fair, this beer is pretty terrible," Simon admitted with the hint of a grin.
"We kicked ass guys, not win the lottery," Fiona added with a chuckle, handing over a bottle of orange soda to Toxic. "Here, try this instead, kid."
Grateful to rid her mouth of the bitter taste, Toxic eagerly guzzled the soda before hungrily diving into her slice of pizza.
The atmosphere within the dimly lit room was unusually relaxed and convivial as the evening progressed. The gang, typically bound by the commonality of their shared objectives and the threat of their enemies, found themselves unwinding in a rare display of camaraderie. It wasn't an occasion that required the profundity of deep, heart-to-heart discussions; rather, the air was filled with an undercurrent of joviality that was a welcome departure from their usual interactions.
Simon, Flying, Lightning, and Predator shared a history that spanned several years, their familiarity with one another evident in their effortless exchanges. For Scourge and Fiona, however, the dynamics were relatively new territory. Although past collaborations had occasionally thrown them together, it was only recently that they had committed to being full-time members of this gang. As such, their integration into the fold was still a work in progress, with trust and friendship being forged through shared experiences and battles.
Yet, as laughter filled the room and barriers began to dissolve, it seemed that the invisible walls that had separated them were crumbling. Even Toxic, the young girl who had been the object of their collective disdain earlier in the day, was now an integral part of the evening's festivities, her presence accepted, perhaps even appreciated, as they all found common ground in the simple pleasure of the moment.
As the night wore on, the effects of the alcohol became increasingly evident. Their inhibitions lowered, their speech slowed, and their movements took on a languid quality. Lightning, in particular, seemed to succumb to the introspective pull of inebriation. Holding an empty bottle with a loose grip, he lamented over a lost love with slurred words and a bitterness that could only be fueled by the sting of rejection. Bride of the Conquering Storm, the formidable leader of his former Raiju clan, had not only denied his affections but had also cast him out of said clan following his failure to display his worth in combat against her and Sonic.
Predator, observing Lightning's inebriated state, offered a dose of unsentimental advice. Hunched over in his chair, a bottle of his own hanging precariously from his fingers, he addressed Lightning with a weary sigh. "If she's such a bitch, forget her," he muttered.
"I c-“ Lightning's speech was abruptly cut off by a soft burp, his words trailing off. "I can’t. I wanted her more than anything, man… And then I get kicked out of my clan… Like what the fuck!?" His voice grew progressively louder, his words slurred as he spoke.
"Lightning, look around you," Predator grumbled, his grip tightening on the bottle as he gestured around them. "Sure, we’re in a dump of an orphanage, but no matter what, you’ve got us. Focus on that. What happened back then won’t happen again."
Lightning paused, attempting to process Predator’s words, but before he could, he was overcome by a wave of acute nausea, muttering a faint "fuck" before rushing out of the room to vomit.
Predator watched him go and then stared at the doorway through which he had fled for a moment or two. He shut his eyes and clenched his jaw, staring down at his feet in silence. After a heavy sigh, he placed the bottle on the floor, stood up, and slurred, "I’m gonna go to bed…" before storming away without another word, dragging his feet as he went.
"Looks like I’m getting some black coffee in the morning," Simon said, observing Flying Frog snoring in his chair with an empty beer bottle in his lap.
“Why?” Toxic asked, squishing her empty plastic soda bottle out of boredom.
"It helps when you get a hangover," Simon replied, his words slightly slurred from the alcohol.
"What’s a hangover?" Toxic asked, wiggling her feet aimlessly before putting the tip of the bottle in her mouth and gnawing on it. She leaned back against the wall, her curiosity piqued.
“It’s when you drink a lot of beer or other types of alcohol and the next morning you feel sick,” Simon explained, getting up to pick up the empty bottles scattered around the room, the faint aroma of alcohol lingering in the air.
“Why do people do that?” she pondered with a grimace, unable to fathom the appeal of drinking something so vile. She wrinkled her nose at the thought.
“For fun, I guess. Why do you ask so many questions?” Simon replied, taking her bottle and adding it to the trash he took to a nearby waste bin, the clinking of glass echoing in the quiet room.
“I dunno,” Toxic said with a shrug, her eyes following Simon as he moved around the room.
“Well,” Simon began with a stretch, “I’ll go to bed too. You should sleep too soon, you hear me?”
“I’m not tired,” Toxic protested, her gaze wandering around the room.
“Well, you will be soon. G’night, Toxic,” he said softly before leaving to go to bed, his steps fading into the distance.
Meanwhile, Scourge and Fiona were outside having one last cigarette before they went to bed, the night air cool against their skin.
“So…” Fiona exhaled, a cloud of smoke escaping her lips, “If we get Miles to talk, we get word on the castle’s security. Then… it’s almost straight shootin’ from there.”
“Hopefully,” Scourge added before inhaling deeply, the red ember of his cigarette glowing in the darkness, “but our plans have seemed to change a lot lately, so we gotta be prepared for anything.”
“We’re good at rolling with the punches though, ain’t we?” She said with a mischievous smirk as she held the cigarette between her fingers, turning her head to Scourge, nudging his side playfully with her elbow, the faint glow of the cigarette illuminating their faces in the dim light.
“True,” Scourge admitted, his arm enveloping Fiona’s waist as they stood bathed in the gentle glow of the moonlight filtering through the night sky. He gazed into her eyes, the silver beams reflecting in her irises, creating a mesmerizing effect.
“Nowhere I’d rather be…” Fiona said softly, her voice carrying a hint of longing, as she closed the gap between their lips, embracing a fusion of love and the bitter tang of nicotine.
They savored the moment for a couple of minutes, their connection deepened by the intoxicating allure of both the chemicals and each other’s presence. Although unspoken, they both knew they needed one another. In a world consumed by chaos, they were each other’s anchor, the one constant they could rely on. As their lips hesitantly drifted apart, they extinguished their cigarettes, reentered the building, and headed off to bed, their silhouettes fading into the darkness.
Toxic was the last one awake at this point. She rubbed her eyes as she got up from her chair and turned three of the lanterns off, preserving their power as Revine had taught her to do before taking one to guide her to her designated mattress. With a quiet click, she turned off the lantern and settled onto her bed, a glimmer of hope kindling within her for the first time in almost two weeks.
As Scourge had mentioned earlier, they had to be prepared for anything.
Dr. Stellaria Versipelle eagerly accepted the opportunity to join the Suppression Squad. After conducting a thorough examination of Boomer’s lifeless form, she extended an invitation to Queen Alicia and Patch to demonstrate something she claimed would be incredibly useful to them.
“What can she show us?” Patch asked Alicia as they approached the lab, his voice tinged with curiosity and uncertainty. “Clearly the child shot and killed him.”
“We won’t know until we get there, now will we?” Alicia tersely replied as they entered the lab, the sterile scent of antiseptic hitting their nostrils as they were greeted by the doctor, who had taken the form of a tall navy blue Moebian fox, her presence exuding an air of professionalism and intrigue.
“Thank you for making time out of your schedule to come see me,” the doctor spoke formally with a grin, her hands folding in front of her as she stood before them. “I’ll make this quick and worth your while.”
“Well, what do you have to say?” Alicia inquired, her eyes fixed on the shrouded form of Boomer, a sense of urgency palpable in her voice.
“Firstly,” the doctor began, her steps purposeful as she paced around Boomer’s still figure, “I’ve come to the conclusion he didn’t die instantly. He struggled for a moment, gagging on his own blood long enough for me to be able to show you why you’re here.” She turned to an assistant standing nearby, her expression expectant. “If you could bring my subject in? And please do be gentle with her, she can be sensitive.”
As her assistant followed orders, Patch’s eyes furrowed in confusion, his unease growing palpable in the tense atmosphere of the lab.
“Erm… Subject, Miss?” Patch asked apprehensively, his gaze shifting between the doctor and the assistant, uncertainty etched on his features.
"Doctor," Stellaria corrected him, her blood orange eyes locking onto Patch’s with an icy intensity that sent a chill running down his spine, eliciting a disquieting chuckle from her. The air in the room seemed to grow colder as her gaze held him in place. "And, yes. I found her and have been working with her since she was a child. You see, she was born with certain abilities that make her quite unique. This includes but isn’t limited to telekinetic powers, the ability to create out of thin air, and, most relevantly at the moment, clairvoyance. With the ever-increasing rise in technological and scientific advancement, her abilities have been enhanced tenfold, resulting in quite a remarkable specimen if I do say so myself. Oh, and do call her McKenna."
At that moment, accompanied by the aforementioned assistant, a teenage red fox with frizzy, somewhat wavy hair entered the room, her locks partially obscuring half of her face. She wore a plain white t-shirt and matching white pants, with socks that had grips on the bottom, her posture rigid and her expression blank and unflinching. The only indication of her being anything near lifelike was the subtle movement of her fingertips as she twiddled them in random, strange patterns, her presence casting an otherworldly aura in the room.
“I’ve taken the liberty of collecting a blood sample from Boomer,” Stellaria added, holding up a small vial of blood, the crimson liquid swirling within the glass under the harsh laboratory lights. “Just enough for her to show us what we need to know. As I’ve said, her clairvoyance is vital right now. When she tastes his blood, she can get somewhat of a profile of his energy, as well as be able to see things from his perspective. More importantly, the circumstances of his death. If you will, my dear?”
Saying nothing and retaining a blank, unflinching expression, McKenna took the vial that Dr. Versipelle handed her and removed the cap. Closing her eyes, she raised it to her lips and drank the blood sample, the action causing a flicker of repulsion to cross the faces of Alicia and Patch. For a moment, she was completely still, the bottle held to her lips, looking as though she was the subject of a paused movie frame.
When she let out a loud gasp, she startled all but Stellaria, her frame tensing as she gripped the lower right side of her neck, the place where Boomer was shot, her distress unmistakable as she seemed to struggle to breathe, the tension in the room thickening with each passing second. After a moment, her jaw squirmed, and she emitted a deep, guttural voice that bore a striking resemblance to Boomer's as she shut her eyes tightly. “That little bitch shot me!”
“Who did!?” Alicia interjected demandingly, her voice cutting through the tense silence, her eyes locked onto McKenna.
“The fucking kid! Who do you think!? She’s with him! We should have known!” McKenna groaned and gasped, her voice still laced with pain as she retained the same tone, clutching her neck tightly. When she opened her eyes, it was revealed her pupils were glowing red.
"Who’s ‘him’?” Alicia stood closer to her, her eyes narrowed as she knelt in front of McKenna. She clenched her fists in determination as she demanded to know the answer.
“OUR OLD KING, GENIUS!” McKenna roared before coughing violently and falling to the ground, writhing as she struggled to breathe and clutch her throat.
Dr. Versipelle, unfazed by the display that shocked Patch and Alicia, calmly pressed a button on her watch. In response, electrodes surged through McKenna’s body, causing her to jolt and become limp, panting as she tried to steady her breathing. Stellaria knelt down to the girl who lay helpless on the ground and helped her stand.
“You’re ok. It’s just energy. You haven’t been hurt, my dear,” Stellaria reassured McKenna, who whimpered as she reciprocated the hug she was pulled into.
“Mother…” McKenna whispered, her accent and voice now dramatically different as it became higher pitched and wheezy. Furthermore, the red light was once again absent from her eyes.
“Shhh… follow him back to your room for now and rest, my dear,” Stellaria requested gently, to which McKenna and her lab assistant obliged.
Dr. Versipelle’s demeanor returned to its typical formal state with a hint of cockiness. “In case you’re wondering, the electrodes help ground her back to reality.”
With Alicia and Patch in a state of horror, Patch, with his hand over his mouth, murmured, “Scourge…”
"He’s back!? How!? Fuck!” She roared ferociously, her voice laced with anger and disbelief. “he’s been behind everything. We’ll find him! When we do, we’ll ensure he NEVER sees the light of day again!”
Stellaria chuckled at the outburst, finding grim amusement in the situation. “Oh, that much is clear,” she spoke, her grin growing wider as she observed the raw determination in Alicia’s eyes. “I hope to work with you further, your majesty.”
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Pressured princess Juvia for the Royal au! 🙂🙂🙂
[Thank you to @rosietrace for giving me the idea of Juvia’s curse!!]
Anddd tagging the other besties in this au ofc: @authoruio (who owns Mitch 💓), @starry-night-rose , @fumikomiyasaki @nem0-nee (who owns Mayuu💘) and @sakuramidnight15 )
Juvia’s the heir to the family throne, slowly being crushed by the weight of all the expectations that have been placed on her by her family (namely her mother). She was one of the few people within the Kingdom to be cursed by an unknown entity : All her dreams may never come true. Every night when she goes to sleep, she has the sweetest of dreams. A free life to do whatever she wishes, her mother supporting her, and her fiancé being right by her side…but it was all just a dream…Right?
Finally fed up with the treatment she receives, Juvia racks up the courage to run away from everything. But…she doesn’t know where she’s going. The only place she’s memorized how to get to just so happens to be her arranged fiancé’s castle.
She makes her way there, not knowing she’s being followed. Her personal knight Deuce Spade, assigned to keep and eye on her, continues with his duty to protect her and stays ten steps behind Juvia throughout her journey. As much as it pains him to see Juvia with her fiancé, He knows he never stood a chance. Only In his dreams.
Once Juvia’s finally made it to his castle, she manages to sneak behind towards the fountain hidden in the flower garden surrounded by deep red roses and sunny marigolds. Their favorite flowers. And his favorite place to be at night. She calls out his name, not loudly as to not disturb anyone who could possibly be around, but loud enough for him to snap his head back at the familiar voice he’s grown to love.
“I need you to help me, Mitch. This is the one thing I ask of you so please..”
The desperation in Juvia’s voice made his heart strain. Mitch didn’t even know he could still feel such things. There was only one thing on his mind after that moment : Bring Juvia the happiness she deserves.
From then on, Mitch guided Juvia away from all the things that hurt her, her soft shaky hand in his rough calloused one. The hand Deuce’s gloved hand has only held from helping her down the stairs.
On their way to who knows where, the Royals (and hidden knight) stumble upon an old, mossy tower. Originally intending to just walk on by, they hear questionable noises from said tower. A crash, a groan, and a swear. Well….curiosity killed that cat. Naturally, they went up into the tower. Mitch’s hold on Juvia was tight with the creaky steps and falling rubble. Once they reached the top, it truly was a sight to behold.
Books scattered, pages with near ineligible writing and drawings and a couple spilt potions had covered the floor of the towers only room. And stood in the corner was someone with their back turned, talking to themselves and searching for something.
“Uhm…Excuse me!”
The hooded figure jumped and screeched in shock at a voice other than their own. They took their hood off to reveal a young woman with glasses, blue hair and heavy dark circles. After the initial shock, the woman introduced herself as Mayuu, a wizard who resides in this tower with the intent to guide those who come across. It was almost ironic the two Royals decided to feed their curiosity and venture inside.
“What can I do? Will I ever find the freedom and happiness I’ve longed for?”
Juvia explained her curse to the wizard Mayuu, doing her best to not shed a tear. She was always the emotional type. Mayuu couldn’t help but feel an intense wave of nostalgia course through her body. She’s dealt with this situation before. Very recently.
“Go against your curse. Set your happiness in stone and you’ll be the victor. What do you really want to do?”
What do I really want to do? It was a rather vague question but it gave Juvia the push she needed. She knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted to be with someone. Someone who loves her, who cares for her, is willing to protect her and support her throughout all the rough times. But that arose yet another problem….There were two people who fit that description. Juvia loved Mitch, she really did. But she made up her mind the moment she met him. Her knight Deuce Spade was the one.
Mitch could see it in her eyes and facial expression, the way her breathing started to pick up. He wanted to be the one, but that would defeat the purpose of his goal. He wants Juvia wants to be happy, and her happiness is with her Knight. Walking down and out of the tower after giving the wizard Mayuu an extremely generous payment, It was silent. The two of them just stood there facing one another, eyes however staring at the ground which seemed more important. Mitch was the one to break the silence, how unusual of him… He took Juvia’s hand once more for the last time, bowed, and placed a gentle fluttering kiss upon her hand.
“I hope you find your happiness, even without me.”
And with that he looks behind Juvia, signaling towards the Knight that he can stop hiding. She whips her head around, in utter shock at the sight of Deuce. Slowly, the princess and the knight walked towards each other, as if scared the other would disappear. Once they stood merely a few centimeters apart, a wave of light surrounded them. Blue butterflies with golden specks flew freely in the area. The curse was lifted, Juvia knew. She finally found her happiness.
Mitch, used to this feeling of emptiness, simply turned around with the slightest smile on his face and made his way back home.
His mission was completed.
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