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dulcewrites · 7 months

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Seek and Destroy

Summary: Alicent swears she is not naturally a cruel person. Any semblances of cunning or coldness has been taught, slowly and surely. A gift bestowed to her from the age of ten and five. Something she was weened onto like a babe that suckles for milk from its mother. She has learned at the feet at the best - or maybe the worst. King’s Landing has fallen to Rhaenyra. Her children are scattered around the realm. Lives have been lost already. Alicent’s heart has finally callused. Nothing left but a shell and the venom that seeps out of it.

A/N: This is just something I have been working on. It is not finished obvi. I don’t know if I will expand on it. If I do I will probably post it to ao3

Her father’s blood had splattered into her mouth when she cried out. At first, Alicent did not want to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing her body shake in worry. Bones rattling together under neath sheathed of silk. Green silks. Or let them take glee in seeing fear in her eyes. She wanted to stand tall as the execution begun. Her father being first to go was for a reason.

Even in his doom, Otto Hightower managed to make his presence looming.

Alicent wanted not to shed a single tear. But then she felt ten and eight again. Just a girl with two children, and burden pressed firmly on her chest to the point where it was hard to breathe. He was unruly and fickle but without him, she would be alone… again.

Her brain settled between ‘This is all his fault. His debt comes due, as it should’ and ‘Daddy, please look me. Tell me you love me, that I made you proud despite of how it ends for us’.

But all her father told her was to look away. As if to shield her from a terror that had already came. A terror he brought. The horror was on their doorstep now. She was rutted in each night against her wishes; she bore four children - ones she could not save. They bore her grandchildren that she loved in a way she was not able to love her own children. Maybe if she could not help her own, she could do better with the littlest ones.

Jaehaerys. Oh, my poor Jaehaerys.

Everyone is gone. If not in person, in spirit.

Gwayne is gone. Her brother dragged into this mess. When he had arrived in King’s Landing, she has almost missed him amongst the other Oldtown knights. Her heart had sunk lower that she thought it could at the thought of not even recognizing her own kin. His face was one that was no longer burned in her brain.

Helaena’s mind and heart has been rotted from the inside out. On a good day, Alicent can force her to eat and drink. She bathes her daughter as if she still a babe. There is no light in Helaena’s eyes.

Alicent’s mouth feels as if a pile of sand has been dumped in her mouth if she thinks too long about how cold she was when Aemond left for the Riverlands. He gave her a kiss a cheek and muttered a pitiful sorry.

It was all he had said since coming back from Storm’s End. Different variations of the same thing. He never begged for forgiveness from the Gods but from her.

Sorry, mother. I’m so sorry mother.

If she could crush skulls with her bare hands, Alicent would. Not off strength, she’s always been a slip of a woman. But off the hatred that seemed into her bones.

She was prepared to die. She thinks she has been from the moment Viserys said he would marry her. From the moment the maester congratulated her on being pregnant with Aegon. Death had been a thing she even welcomed at times. When the lonliness felt too deep, when she could not stomach being called to Viserys chambers at night, when she had to look at her children for too long. She eyed Criston’s sword one too many times to admit. So, when Daemon leers over her with that cruel, ugly smile of his, she straightens her back and sniffs away her tears. He, of course, got the honors to kill her father; a task Alicent is sure he has wanted to do for decades.

It was Daemon who pushed her hair to the side with such gentleness it made her a bit sick. The coolness of Dark Sister pressed softly against her neck.

Alicent says a quick prayer to the Mother for her children. She knows it is to no veil; they were doomed the moment they came out of her. Mayhaps, this is her punishment for bearing them.

She does not sob over herself. Her lot in life has been well accepted. But Alicent wants to claw at her own face, peel back her own flesh so she is frayed out, when she thinks of her kids.

Let the Mother keep them safe as they do what is only imaginable in their wildest nightmares. May the horrors committed not leave them too soiled.

“Wait,” Rhaenyra’s voice calls out in the Grand Hall. It echoes so loud that Alicent flinches, the blade swiping gently against her neck. She still shivers from head to toe.

Daemon huffs, before removing the blade cautiously.

Alicent peers up at the stairs that lead to the Iron Throne. Rhaenyra gestures softly to her husband to come up the stairs. Daemon does not fully sheathe Dark Sister but complies anyway. A piece of Alicent’s hair obstructs her view, but through it, her eyes stay trained on Rhaenyra. Or whoever the person wearing the crown is.

The woman looks like the Rhaenyra. The same long silvery blonde hair styled elaborately on top of her head with the rest hanging in a braid. Her long riding dress is a deep black with red stitching and a red dragon collar. Red and purple dragons snaking their way up her sleeves. The woman has Rhaenyra’s eyes and nose, but Alicent has never felt more confused about who stands at the feet of the Iron Throne. The woman’s mouth pinches the way a young Rhaenyra’s would when she was distressed.

Rhaenyra’s look makes Alicent think of the stories of warrior queen Visenya. Rhaenyra would often laud the might and cunning of her ancestor. After the pain, humiliation, and anger post Aemond’s losing his eye, Alicent had chucked softly to herself, in the privacy of her chambers. at the thought her son riding the Conqueror Queen’s beloved dragon. Because of course it would be one of her kids to claim the old bitch.

But despite the styling callback, a warrior Rhaenyra is not.

And based on the look of disgust settling on Daemon’s face, he thinks the same of his wife.

He will never see you as an equal, she wants to call out. It does not matter how many crowns you put on your head, how many dragons you claim - you always just be his little niece… a silly woman. The means to his end.

Their conversation reaches a cacophony and Alicent desperately wants to know what it being said. Is Rhaenyra asking him to make it as gruesome as possible? Maybe they will drag her body out in front of the castle for all the small folk to see. A warning for what can happen if they defy their queen. Alicent already knows the heads of those that helped Aegon and his kids escape will be next once they catch them.

Rhaenyra reaches out to grab Daemon’s arm, but he is already down the stairs muttering expletives out his mouth. Alicent hears the word whore, and scoffs internally. She fights back a sad smile that almost forces itself on her face. Not the first time she has heard that, and surely will not be the last. Poor Daemon has never been clever with his insults. They are as simple as he is. She is the nasty deceitful, whore that seduced Viserys and ruined everything. Used her wily, womanly magic, her cunt, to lure the King of the Fucking Seven Kingdoms into submission. She always noticed how Daemon always acted like she stole Viserys from him.

The same way the maidens whose virtue Daemon stole must be whores too. The same way Queen Aemma must have been inadequate since she did not give Viserys what he wanted. Something must have been wrong with Rhea and Laena too. Maybe even Daemon’s own daughters are not enough. Surely, something is wrong with Rhaenyra. Something that makes Daemon’s stomach curdle. Such is the way with men like him.

Viserys will be remembered as a peaceful king, and a gentle man. A king who was so averse to conflict that he raped Alicent for children he then neglected once they came. He was so kind he made sure his first wife died in a pool of blood with nothing but screams of agony and pleas of mercy dying in her lips.

She wonders if Rhaenyra knows that charming story. Would she still have felt safe under the patronage of Viserys if she knew such? Imagine the horror that Alicent felt when she overheard maesters whispering of such when she was pregnant with Aegon.

Alicent is sure Daemon will die being known as a ‘true’ and ‘honest’ warrior. Apparently, there are those that think there is some sort of honor in being upfront about ones rotting heart. As if his cavalier attitude negates the atrocities on his hands. The world has taught Alicent that type of ruthlessness is only tolerated at the hands of a man.

And Alicent, in all her attempts to do right, to keep her head above water, to appease and break herself down into a small enough package that all can accept her, will be known as a whore. A seducer, a scheming bitch that stole the agency of a grown man. She will die being blamed and accused.

It only seemed right she supposed.

Viserys the Peaceful. Daemon the Honest. Alicent… the Whore.

Her confusion mounts when Daemon does not come back to her to finish the job. Instead, he continues walking, right past and leaving the hall in a fit of anger and rage. Alicent knees have begun to ache from being crouched. Rhaenyra clears her throat, and Alicent eyes slowly go back to her. Dark bags rimmed Rhaenyra’s eyes, only drawing more attention to the extremely dark limbal ring that surrounded deep amethyst. When Alicent heard about Lucerys’ death, it had shaken her to her core. Frankly more for Aemond’s sake than for Rhaenyra’s or the boy’s. The thought of peace still naively in her mind. Alicent always seemed to the last one to arrive at the right conclusions. A fatal flaw of hers unfortunately.

You were already ill-fated, you foolish boy! Why make yourself accursed as well!

But when Alicent heard of Jacaerys’ death, she knew what was to come.

There are few things a parent loves more than their first born.

…. Alicent had never known what the smell of burning flesh was like till Aegon.

“I have decided to spare your life,” the few people that stood in the hall, her council, begin to whisper to each other. Rhaenyra shifts uncomfortably at the eyes on her. “For the sake of my father, who loved you once.”

Alicent blinks once, then twice, then three times. She is almost a bit disappointed. Rhaenyra has taken so much and now she has taken death off the table too.

And is that what they are calling what Viserys did to her? Love? Rhaenyra could not possibly believe that. Not now after everything. After the way Rhaenyra would so seamlessly twist the knife when she had the chance, when she was backed in a corner. Rhaenyra knew there was no love there. Not for Alicent and definitely not for her children.

The words crawl up her throat before she can stop them. She must know. “And what of my girl? What of Queen Helaena?”

The queen part slips out truly on accident, a panicked slip of the tongue, but Rhaenyra’s mouth curls a bit in a sneer.

If her Helaena is to die at the hands of one of Rhaenyra’s butchers, to meet the same evil fate Jaehaerys did, then Alicent might beg for the sword. Or a rope and one of the high ceilings of the Red Keep.

Something cold and numb flashes behind Rhaenyra’s already hallow eyes. As if she is just now remembering that she had a sister that still occupied the castle.

“The princess will be spared as well.”

Rhaenyra waves a ringed hand at the guard to have Alicent taken away. Before she can even register was has happened, she is dragged away by the arms.

“Let her be bound in a manner fitting of her new station,” Rhaenyra sits in the Irone Throne elegantly as Alicent goes.

Alicent’s frantic eyes look at her father’s limp body one last time. His blood spilled on the ground. His head separated from the rest of him. It is the first and only time Alicent has ever seen her father so… small.

If Otto was alive now, and they were alone, he would tell her that he was right. He said as much after Jaehaerys was killed. Right before Aegon snatched the hand pin off his grandsire’s jacket and screamed at him that all that cunning had gone to waste by Otto being a ‘bastard that was too thick in the head for his own good’. Otto would say they should have had mercenaries go to Dragonstone and do the deed while they had the chance. He would still be alive. As would Gwayne and Jaehaerys. Helaena would not be in a fugue state beyond repair. Alicent’s boys would be home, and well. Daeron could have come back to King’s Landing for a coronation that was not rushed nor interrupted. Aemond would not have blood on his ledger.

Aegon would be king with no one in his path.

You know it. You're no fool and yet you choose not to see it. The time is coming, Alicent. Either you prepare Aegon to rule, or you cleave to Rhaenyra and pray for her mercy.

She stumbles all the way back to the Holdfast with thoughts swirling in her head.

Alicent did not prepare Aegon, the way she should have. But she was not prepared for such things; so how did anyone expect her to know better. How can a child help a child. How does the blind lead the blind. She may not have done what she needed for Aegon, not in that moment. But she refuses to cleave now. Mercy is not a luxury she has been granted for some time.

Have you ever imagined yourself on the Iron Throne?

No, of course not. Alicent can be naive, but never stupid. Never foolish or too hot on herself. Her veins have turned ice cold. She does not have her children the way she would want to. Alicent has never had a dragon to threaten others with. The army at her disposal is elsewhere fighting a futile battle. Not even Criston is here.

She just has herself, and right now that has to be enough. It must be enough.

#im very interesting in her queen in chains era #I don’t even know the ending part of this #it would be mixing book lore and hotd tho #there might be rhaenicent… maybe idk #but it will maybe be from Alicent and Helaena’s pov #pro alicent hightower #alicent hightower #alicent hightower fanfic #alicent hightower imagine #pro team green #hotd imagine #queen alicent #I am writing a different Alicent thing but that one is almost done I think #Alicent imagine

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disneyanddisneyships · 4 months

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TPOIF

The next morning Alistar walked into the dining hall, everyone turning to stare at him. He stood awkwardly before sitting down at the seat near the corner of the room. "You should eat, dear," Carol stated as she pushed her plate toward him gently. "I'm not hungry, mom. I promise. I'm fine," He smiled. "You need to eat too," "Alistar I eat all the time. You have problems with eating I want you to eat," Carol muttered. "Mom, i-" Alistar was interrupted when Elias placed a big plate of food in front of Alistar. "You're skinnier than a sword. You won't be able to wield one if you don't eat. You might need more energy to stab me again," Eli stated. "I.. I'm not gonna stab you again.. i-" "Just eat it," Eli stated, looking away uncomfortably and sitting down by his kids. Alistar glanced at Ella's family. And then the food. Carol Gave an encouraging smile before Alistar took a bite of the food, almost crying at how good it was. There was a knock on the dining hall door. "Hello. I'm here for the king and queen's family portrait?" A woman stated, standing awkwardly in the door. "Ah yes! Im.. afraid were in a bit of a luckle as of late. We're about to uh.. defend our kingdom... can you come back another day?" Ella asked as she stood up. "Oh.. uh... actually im... here for a month and the boat doesn't arrive until then... so i...." the girl stated with an awkward smile. "Oh no worries! How about you stay in the castle? You may have breakfast with us if you'd like," Ella stated. "I.. really?" The woman asked. "Dios mio..... I'd love to!" She stated. "Wonderful! And your name is?" Ella asked. "Rosalyn. But you can call me Rosa," the woman, now known as Rosa, stated. "Well, I'm Ella, that's my family. My sister, my kids, my husband, my father and mother and a few of my old friends," Ella stated, introducing everyone. Rosa waved. "And this is alistar," Ella stated awkwardly. Alistar looked up, his plate of food completely finished before glancing at Rosalyn, his eyes widening. Rosa looked at him the same way. Alistar swallowed the last of his food before giving a small smile. Rosalyn blushed. Carol looked between them excitedly. "I... uh... I'm Rosa," she stated, holding out her hand for alistar to shake. Alistar stood up immediately, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. "Im.. Alistar.. its.. nice to meet you," He stated with a blush plastered on his face. Eli rolled his eyes and cleared his throat, causing the two to step away from each other, Alistar sitting back down. Only to stand up again to pull out a chair for Rosalyn.

...... After breakfast, Alistar gave the rundown of his father's castle. Hiding places, crawl areas, and even secret rooms. "Oh so that's how you snuck extra cookies when you were six," Carol smirked. "That was eons ago, mother of mine! I haven't had a cookie in 30 years!" Alistar stated confidently. Ella chuckled. "I remember you brought me some one visit. I thought you said your dad knew," Ella stated. "He did not. When he found out, I was in a world of trouble. He burned off one of my fingerprints," Alistar stated with a clueless smile. Ella's smile fell. "Anyways, so if we go in through the dungeons, we can get through and go to this secret room over here which leads us right into his study. He usually spends most of his time in there anyways," Alistar explained. "But he probably knows you've escaped by now. And he grew up in that castle.. won't he expect us?" Clarissa asked. "That's why I'm gonna go in alone first. He expects me to stay away. Not to join in on battle," Alistar replied. "I don't know if I trust that," Eli muttered with a glare. Alistar shrugged. "Trust me or don't. It's the only chance we get," Alistar muttered. "Everyone gets a second chance. I mean. You and Rosalyn seemed pretty cozy at breakfast," Mia stated with a smirk. Alistar blushed. "What? No we werent!" He argued, his voice going up an octave. The entire group stared at him with raised eyebrows. "Oh cmon guys. Im.... I'm dead. Shes...... I'm gonna be gone after tomorrow when you figure this out, I have no shot. Besides... i...." Alistar trailed off, glancing at ella. "I don't deserve love after what I did," "Exactly," Elias stated. "Doesn't matter. Right now, we need to work on getting into that castle. We've already wasted half the day," Alruna muttered. "Shes right. If we don't leave now, John could strike. We need to get into the castle. The plan has to happen now," Clarissa stated. "Then we leave in 20," Ella replied.

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riewritten · 2 years

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33 EPILOGUE II: A GENTLE REMINDER

DUSK IN THE BRIGHTEST | chapter directory

erwin smith/fem!reader, erwin smith/you, no y/n | slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff & smut, mutual pining, canon AU, college/univ AU, professor erwin smith, commander erwin smith, non-linear narrative, manga spoilers

Trigger warning: canon-typical violence, graphic description, explicit sexual content, suicidal thoughts, mental health issues, trauma, implied/referenced sexual harassment, implied/referenced abuse, attempted murder, overdosing

Plot: It was always the nightmares, really. Entrapped with walls, human-eating giants, fighting through metal strings and swords – utterly violent, dreary, recurrent. But behind the blurry faces was a man with menacing blue eyes and vivid features; eventually appearing before you as your new reputable professor, Erwin Smith. Since then, the disaster had slipped beyond your subconscious. AO3

so... you clicked on here with awareness that this chapter will be explicit, yeah? in case you got it wrong, then here's the SFW version of this chapter, please.

Here you are again.

After letting Historia accompany you with college errands to get back at things slowly, you dropped by Erwin's place to nap. You reached his home by late afternoon and he's expected to be home before evening so you quickly settled yourself on his bed. You thought you'd have a peaceful one because of his scent glued on the mattress and pillows but you woke up frozen and sweaty.

And the ceiling is broken and a titan's head is plugged tightly into the hole.

Of course, your man will always be sharp. You felt him sit on the bed and glide his hands on your face to soften the curl in your eyebrows, gently whispering sweet nothings to you all the while encouraging you to move a muscle.

When you could finally speak you said, "There's something at the ceiling."

"Okay, tell me what it is."

"A titan's head with its mouth open. It's about to completely break the wall and eat me."

He hovered his head on top of you so your eyes would be fixed on him instead of the ceiling, "And what are you thinking right now?"

You finally moved a finger, "That if this titan gets my head then I'm good as gone. I won't exist everywhere now."

"I told you, you will not cease to exist." He gently said.

Yeah, it's pretty much impossible but his words are more than enough for you. That's why you have to get back from it.

A lump formed up in your throat. You gulped it down then you slowly regained control of your muscles. Erwin soothed you afterward.

The circumstances regarding your existence rattled you since the night you voiced it out to him. Never mind the completely busy yet tranquil days, this setback would have you depressed for weeks if not addressed immediately.

And so you feel like you're in dire need of comfort. He'd give it to you, he would give everything to you. That's why you reached up to him for a kiss, wrapped your arms around his neck, and arched your back. It went for a while and when he saw how lidded your eyes are, he knew what this night would be about.

"Can we do it?" You muttered gently. You have to have him near you as much as you can. To feel that you're not close to disappearing just yet. That he could touch you as a completely tangible being and not a soul fluttering into mere dust.

"As much as you want." He held on to your waist and hummed. After a last chaste peck on your lips, he proceeded to nuzzle his lips on your neck. He showered his attention at the sensitive spot on the side of your neck, just a little bit below your ears, and you felt him smile upon hearing your sighs because of his nibbles. "Would you like to take the lead?" He whispered.

"You're fooling around. You always end up throwing me down the bed after a while."

"But I love seeing you try." He chuckled.

And so he let you throw him on the bed and reverse the position. He's smiling a bit too sweet but the amusement and teasing laced his features just as much. Every single time you attempt to be ahead of him. It gets quite too endearing.

"I'll be on top now. Tell me if you want to stop."

Erwin let out a laugh then rested a forearm on top of his eyes. With the look on your face, he's certain you'll falter a moment from now. He doesn't even have to switch you on his own. "Continue."

"You don't want to stop?" You inquired with a smile.

Erwin slightly moved his arm so he could see you in one eye, "You seemed to be enjoying this a lot."

"I am. I'm not ceasing to exist right now. We could have each other and I get to feel it." You murmured and hovered until your faces were centimeters away.

"You are." He rested a palm on your cheek. "Feel how warm my hand is?"

"I do." You lightly turned to kiss his palm and landed a kiss on the bridge of his nose as well in exchange. "You can feel it too, right?"

"I do."

"Have you seen it? How we took each other that night? Have you felt it too?"

He heaved a sneering chuckle then. "Tell me more."

"I was on top of you, helped you a lot, let you do me as many times as you can, whispered apologies as you can't bring yourself to stop. Wasn't that included in your dream?"

"I almost committed homicide upon waking up."

"Why? Our dreams about that world include feeling whatever we see."

"And when I tell you I still want to touch you as soon as I wake up the next morning only to be reminded that you're actually an unmovable heap in life support, would you understand how frustrating that was?"

"But I'm here now."

He heaved a sigh upon hearing that and hands slowly glided all over your back. It was then both of you realized that he still has to be reminded of it from time to time as well. It's not only you who's struggling about it. It's not only you who gets vulnerable thinking about it especially when fragments of that day resurface in your minds.

"You're here." He whispered. You peppered his face with kisses to help him.

"Let's do it again. I feel like it's been a hundred years since then." You closed the proximity by resting your forehead with this, swirling your hips so you could feel him below you further. Both of you hummed. "Can I do it again, Commander?"

He grabbed your head for another kiss again, way deeper this time. He tried to be patient with you. He really did. Your adjustment after what happened was his utmost priority all this time.

He slightly pushed your head up to pause the kiss then you immediately whined. "Why are you always pausing it on the good part?"

"I'm curious about what you have in mind. Come on, lovely thing. Tell me."

Little did he know, the kiss made you mushy already — no rational thoughts but have him — feel him again and again. "I'll lock you here so you won't leave. We're doing this endlessly."

"That so?" He smoothly slid his hands to your waist and thrust his hips forward. Blood rushed down in between your legs. Pathetic sighs followed suit. "How would you do that when you're already this sensitive? We haven't even started yet."

"Don't underestimate me," You scoffed and tried to shoot your lidded eyes open to assert. "I will make you a whimpering mess again, Erwin Smith." Despite the convicted tone, you let it out rather weakly. You want to have him right this second and that desperation is making you want to beg.

It almost made Erwin laugh. Still, he could cater to your desire to take charge as much as you want right now; despite immediate failure, until you finally admit defeat. "Show me then. My pretty soldier doesn't waver and surely knows what she's doing." He cupped your face, "Does having me come inside you included in the whimpering mess you want me to be?" That indeed shot your eyes open and Erwin feigned a surprise, "And now you're embarrassed about it? Really?"

Well, you really are embarrassed by that. "To be fair, I did that because—" You pondered. You also don't have a rational reason why.

"Because?" His thumb playfully circled your cheeks.

"It feels really good that I don't want it out?"

"So are you going to be that reckless again?" He doesn't mind. Not at all. As he continuously says, you could have everything you want in this world and he'll see to it that it's done.

"Can I?"

"You told your brother you don't plan to have children."

"Yeah. The only kid I'm willing to take care of is him."

Okay, he gets it now. He laughed. He thought you were joking when you said it just feels good. "Well then, that'd work here after all. Take the lead."

And that's what you're concerned about after the heated kiss. You want to be under him again. Being on top would take lots of pressure and energy because you're not used to it yet. Now you're starting to admire him for being so confident about it. He sensed your reluctance so he frowned as if he didn’t see it coming at all. "So are you going to be like this again? Riling me up only to hesitate in between?"

You gave him a pleading look in hopes that he'd let you off again this time. It's not that you can't take the lead. He hadn't touched you for so long and even if the realization is quite late, the yearning for him made you weak and submissive. "I'm willing to learn, okay! I just don't want to tire myself out. We have all night, you know."

"Oh?" He seems genuinely surprised this time. "So this won't be settled in one round?"

You're about to answer yes, but then Erwin has the stamina enough to make you unconscious. Of course, you want to relish it and that's by not blacking out early. You have to clarify that.

"You're hesitating again." Erwin mused. "Do you think I have lots of patience for this?"

"Can you take me easy for the first round?"

That's the cue that you finally gave up then. Erwin finally shifted so he'd be the one on top. He pinned you with both of his hands again. "You're being too bad on me right now. Don't you think you should've asked me this earlier instead?"

"Sorry. You look so good when teased." You shot him a grin. "And I missed you a lot."

He looked at you for a while then gave you a peck. "So are you done with the teasing now?" You nodded. He landed a chaste kiss again. "Sure?" You nodded again, the grin did not falter. He kissed you again. "I don't think you'll be grinning like that as we go further, though."

And you'd love that. "I'll take it like a good girl."

"Of course, you would." He muttered as he slowly trailed his fingers to your chest. "Not like you have any other choice." He released your hands for a while so you could unclasp your bra.

He pinned your hands again, though, so you tried to grasp a hand out of it. You have a habit of pressing his head on you and he knows it so he trapped it tighter instead. Without a word, he darted his tongue on your bare chest. Right, this man won't let you off this time. You chuckled in defeat and let him play around the sensitive skin for a while. He gave both of them the wanted attention but when you got too impatient, you tried wiggling out with a whine again. He just stifled a laugh though. He wouldn't grant you that so easily.

Erwin went lower to land wet kisses from your chest down but as soon as he reached your abdomen, he stopped and got back up again. You almost asked him why but the mischievous glint in his eyes answered your question; he will be making you desperate and you won't be able to do anything about it. As if it's his way of teaching you a lesson to go by your word instead of leaving him with hesitance, that you're about to be put in your place for assuming you could get away with all the things you're doing to him.

He removed his hand from pinning you but even before you could act on it freely he sternly said, "Don't you dare move it." Then gave you a hard look. You quickly followed with a smile. "Eyes on me." It felt like flipping then. You're never getting over this tone even if he would only dare to use it during these moments. God, this man's too soft on you.

He slowly removed the garments left in him — with his shirt first, boxers, then underwear. With his body laid bare before you, your smile faltered and desperation took over. He held back a mock; no need to fret, he had all the night to tease you. Upon cupping your cheeks again, he felt the heat on your face. "We haven't even started yet." And pointed out nonchalantly. You frowned and attempted to stray from his orders until he clicked his tongue. "You know better than moving that, dear."

You want to pull his hair out and have him nuzzle your neck for hours. "I learned my lesson now."

"I don't think you do." His fingers slid on your clothed core then stroked it too weakly, deliberately. "You said you'll take it like a good girl."

"Yeah, I did."

He smiled, satisfied that you understood it somehow, then stroked a little bit harder. It wasn't enough though and he knew it. When he felt the forming wetness on your underwear, he only chuckled but didn't do anything about it. He was rather quick to notice your hand twitching instead. Without stopping his fingers on your core, he used his spare hands to pin you again and then latched his mouth on your chest to suck again.

"Please."

"Got the grin gone too fast? I expected more from you."

"You win." You admitted. You don't even feel bad for the defeat. You can get back at him next time when you're not so desperate anymore. "You win— please, do me now, please?"

"That won't do." He stopped and sat on his knees. His face was flat and lacking mercy. "Touch yourself."

"What?"

"I don't remember stuttering, love." He said with the same tone.

At least he allowed me to move my hands now.

You quickly put a hand inside your underwear but then Erwin sneered, almost apologetic for not making his instructions clear. He got your hand out and guided two of your fingers on top of your underwear instead. He doesn't need to speak and just expected you to follow through. As much as you're frustrated, disobeying means having this slower, much more tormenting.

Also, deep down, you completely love what he's making you do. You told him you love the tease? He'll see to it that you'd get it.

You rubbed two fingers on your clothed core then your spare hand played on your breast. Luckily, he let you do that much. He looked amused despite the lack of a smile. Only when your face got needier that he started to smirk. In hopes to rile him up further, you intentionally showed your ragged sighs and moans with a plea in your eyes.

After a while, he finally took pity so he instructed, "Fingers in."

You quickly do so then, intentionally set the garment aside so he'd see how you'd touch yourself very well. The wetness made him tick his eyebrows up even though his face stayed the same. Two fingers easily slipped inside and it went on until you asked him to work on you again. He shook his head with a smile as he finally realized your moans are already genuine and uncontrollable this time. The way he looks at you just shows how aware he is of his success.

"Erwin," You breathed out. "Please fill me up–" You shot his erection with a begging look again. "Fill me up now."

His smile is laced with nothing but endearment now. "Third finger in."

The sight makes your head fuzzy. He looks so good flashing that sweet look for you, and so you follow despite the frustration. To make up for it somehow, you just had it the way Erwin does — spreading yourself open, curling up inside, scissoring around, pulling it out, and smashing it back in.

He seemed more impressed and he hummed to encourage you more. Just more, you thought. He'll give in, he's about to give in, you just need to be the good lady that you are for him. You pulled your fingers out, clenched on nothing so he'd see, then slammed it back with a moan. Your wetness dripped then and Erwin seemed to enjoy the sight that he started palming himself up.

More.

Just take more.

When the clenching got frequent and your voice tipped louder, he finally acquiesced to your needs. Erwin swatted your hand away to replace it with his own, silenced your moans with his mouth and tongue darted in. You hummed in delight and wrapped an arm around his neck while your other hand moved his spare one to your chest. He let you do so and played around your tit as you asked, very much returning the gesture of being so good for him.

It felt so much better with his fingers too. He completely knew how to move it the way it'd pleasure you the most. He curled it up inside, let it out and rubbed your clit, pumped inside again then did it over and over until he felt you clenching on him. Your skin prickled with pleasure, and heat spread your skin. But just when you were about to let it all out, he quickly pulled his fingers away along with his mouth.

You let out a confused huff. "Why?" Tears almost formed in your eyes.

"Oh, love." He chuckled and petted your head. "I wouldn't get you so riled up only to come without me inside." He then hiked your legs up to remove your underwear and when it was done, he flipped you over the bed. You almost whimpered and he kissed your back in a laugh. "On your knees."

So you did and shoved your face down the pillows. He stroked himself up and down your wetness."You've been good for me like I asked you to, haven't you?"

"I do," You plead under him. "I'll be good for you. Please."

"You always do. Always the best for me." He assured and slowly pushed inside. Finally, he let a grunt out. He's swallowed by your warmth and the way you intentionally clenched inside despite your little pain almost made him delirious as if you're not going to have him out of you again. "Do you need time?" He asked despite the urge to just delve right in without mercy. He also adjusted a bit to take you better and it pretty much did the job of unleashing the pleasure out of your pain.

"You can move." Languid, sensual, considerate as usual. When you pushed your hips in tandem with his thrusts, he went faster. Slowly but surely, your voice tipped to its crescendo and you ensured very well that your clit would still be given the much-needed attention. "S-so good, 's too good. Please don't stop. Please–"

"You look so good bent over me like this. How could I stop?" He followed the praise with a hard thrust. "Look at that, taking me so gorgeously well." He added with a whisper and a hint of a chuckle.

If you don't know him well you'd think that he's completely unperturbed by this. He sounds so composed as if this doesn't affect him as much as you do. But he's completely flushed, his grip on your hips is tight, his breathing is subtle but unsteady as if he is still holding back, and the way he kisses your back and nibbles on every skin he could reach — oh, the love and adoration he keeps on showering you. You don't want this to end.

Then his bucks became much more relentless, his husks more evident. You tried to utter something, perhaps another series of begging. Shockwaves blurred your vision as the heat pooled on your back. You're falling apart and he knows it too well by the way you're clenching much harder.

But then he stopped. He lied. He said he wouldn't.

No, why would he?

You looked at him from behind, face laced in confusion again. You almost thought something went wrong but then he only looked as riled up as you are. He just begrudgingly halted. "But why?"

He composed himself with a sigh, flipped you on your back again, and lined himself up. "Live with me." He thrust without warning and so you gasped. "Live with me and let's start finding that damned tree together." He repeated with another thrust then stopped himself with a frustrated sigh.

There, you finally understood what he was on and so you stopped in your tracks. Fear laced your face yet again but he looked at you knowingly, resolutely. He knew you'd have this reaction again. That's why he waited — put you over the edge together with him before bringing it up again. You need to be well aware that you're one, he could feel you as you could feel him because you exist, and that wouldn't change anytime soon. "Live with me and let's find it." Not even the predicament of your existence would change it.

"I—" You were cut off when he thrust again.

"Live and find it with me." He husked. "There's no way this would be our last one."

You then realized that he wasn't asking for your approval. He is making you know. That's a statement and he wouldn't have it the other way. He can't see you that horrified again. You do not deserve to fear after doing something so selflessly for them. Both of you will have each other beyond this — drawn, bound together, again and again and again.

"I will." You headily reached for his face to kiss him but he didn't lower his head yet. He just looked at you lidded, waiting for more.

"Tell me properly." He said, sternly.

"I'll live and find it." You drawled, tears verged on your eyes. It's not even about the delayed pleasure anymore; it's just the realization that you wouldn't feel alone again — that the people living here in this space would never make you feel alone again like a speck of dust or an empty shell. "I'll live with you and find it."

Satisfied, he finally lowered his head for a kiss. He chased for the high he delayed you, assured you with whispers that you'll get it this time, that his pretty girl would get everything he could ever give. You wrapped your legs around him tightly with drawn-out whimpers. After you were well aware that he wouldn't dare stop anymore, he laughed at your noises and called your name. "You told me I'll be the one whimpering here." As if he's not on the precipice of doing so. "You sure got the guts, huh?"

"Sorry, 'm sorry." You murmured with eyes shut tight in pleasure and hastily peppered him with kisses. Not like you're going to stop teasing him after this.

"You're always full of pride until I make you a babbling mess. Does it feel that good? Doing it this way?" He punctuated the remark with a pounce, then moved your legs up a bit so he could be deeper. Oh, how quick his demeanor could change. Moments ago he's professing an oath to you then now he's just jeering menacingly.

"It is— oh god— it is." You shuddered but you can't let him just jeer at you. You started the tease and so you'll win. "But you're not any different— no, not at all!"

Well, he is way more different. He's more down bad for you. He would get on his knees if you asked him to. He loves you more than everything, even more than himself. Heck, he doesn't even love himself. "Expound."

"I didn't even hear you say you love me. I'm the only one who— who did!" You scoffed, attempted to open your eyes so you could establish your sulking. "—that night! You're so, so, full of pride, you pathetic commander."

Oh no.

Erwin almost laughed, of course with a hint of guilt. The commander was so out of it that night that he couldn't even talk, was too cowardly, and even had the guts to be thankful because his utterances of affection were mostly incoherent burbles. He doesn't deserve you at all. He cupped your cheeks, kissed you sweetly, and whispered. "It might not be too obvious and I might be flooded with inadequacies but— fuck wait, oh god. Why are you clenching so hard?" You heaved a weak but sly chuckle. Nonetheless, he sighed to compose himself. "—but I love you more than anything else."

"'s too obvious though. Heh." You shot him a wry grin. Yeah, Erwin knows that you're pretty much messing around because he's been teasing you a lot. That's what he deserves.

"Good. I have a lifetime to show it to you after all." You still had the teasing grin plastered. He responded with a look of adoration. "And find more lifetimes because you will not disappear. I'll ruin the world for you. Will have you again and again." You stopped grinning then, only sheer surprise laced your features. He flipped your mockeries again and now you're about to cry.

Erwin's not in the mood to tease around anymore, though. He closed his eyes and nuzzled his lips on your nose. "Hmm, you're clenching harder on me now, baby. Are you close?" He breathed out. The spasm and contracting of your walls don't feel intentional anymore.

You are. His pace is languid now and with warm sighs. His words are all drawn out and laced with affection, reverence even. Let it out. I got you. I'm a bad man but you'll have the best things in this world— will love you more this time, make it up to you.

That's pretty much it for you. You came with a loud sob, writhed at his mercy. And because you very much asked to have him inside you, you didn't untighten, not at all. You rather gave him a hard time pulling out. You tried to speak amidst shaky breaths, "I'll lock you down here, Erwin. We're staying in this bed forever."

He hummed in concurrence, continuously whispering faint yes in between. Erwin finally let the heated pool on his back, held onto your legs harder, and kept you from moving as he was about to empty himself inside. "And you'll take me well as I come, won't you?" He breathed out.

"Y-yes—would love to!"

With your walls continuously fluttering around him, tension snapped inside Erwin. He stuffed you full of his cum with a breathy grunt. It felt so good, so warm, you're so delightfully filled. You wrapped your legs around him so it'd stay there.

Indeed, he completely ensured that his seed would stay deep inside as you wish. Your legs felt quite jelly, completely overstimulated. You attempted to shake your legs away but he had held them down firmly. He's going to give you what you want and he'll make sure you stay in his confines as he does. "Own your words and take all of them. Just a little bit more. Almost done."

You're dumbed to answer again and your mouth was gaped open. He's tempted to take pride in it with a chuckle but your comfort is his utmost priority. "You okay?" You let out a tiny whimper as soon as he got himself out of you. "Answer me."

"I-I am."

"Would you like to clean it up?"

Of course, you would. That's when you forced your fluttering eyes to open. He almost clicked a vicious grin. You leaned up a bit as he ushered himself to you. With your hand wrapped around him, you took your mixed essence for your own. Erwin let you do so with a sigh, even helped you through it by slowly bobbing your head forward and backward. You hummed pleasingly.

When it's all cleaned up, you let yourself drop on the bed again, completely spent. He hummed in satisfaction, hovered on top again to pet your head, kissed it, and stayed like that for a while. "Sorry. Seems like I didn't take you too easy for the first one." Then he glided his fingers on the sides of your mouth to clean the excess.

But you're about to drift into sleep. "The apology's too late now, you bastard." Your head's floating.

"Oh, I know." He wryly replied then played circles on your cheeks. "But that doesn't mean we're done. You said it won't be settled with this, right?" He tapped repeatedly until you opened your eyes again.

"You're being bad on me right now."

"You're not the one to talk. And I'm just doing what you asked me to, serve my lady like the sweet girl that she is."

"Do you still have the energy to—" What you saw behind the blurry vision was his tranquil yet unrelenting look. He's not exhausted at all. "Yeah, right. Why would I even bother asking that?" You cut the question yourself.

He massaged your limbs so they wouldn't be too sore throughout the night. He missed you a lot and both of you have to deal with it, take all of him until he's spent and dried up. "Are you having a hard time keeping up?"

"No way. Told you we'll do this endlessly."

"I went so hard on you that night." He whispered in lament upon remembering his dream, the one you pertained to earlier.

"Not hard enough, young man."

"Oh? You want me harder?"

"You're too soft on me."

"Of course, I would. You're so sweet to me, can't hurt you like that." Then landed kisses on your cheeks and down your ears. "And we have all the time for it. I'll love you gently for now, as I should've done so before."

"You asked a very important question in between, though. Who in the right mind would do that?"

"Your man was never in his right mind to begin with. Let's start with that."

"Yeah," You opened your eyes properly this time. You looked at him sadly. "No one in their right mind would be willing to damn a world with further glitches because of someone like me."

"You're not just someone for me." He stopped massaging your limbs and held on to your hand again. "Unlucky for this world because I got aware of its circumstances and the fact that they're threatening you away from me." He kissed your knuckles. "In one of the worlds you managed to see somehow, were you able to encounter a version of this where you didn't exist at all?" The question struck you like a knife. Memories flooded over with so many terrible scenes. You bit your lower lip up and you could almost feel your eyes swell again. "Seems like it wasn't a good one, then." He added upon examining you.

"You—" You breathed out. "You didn't last long with those nightmares."

He's not surprised. After all, nothing would save him from that other than something that's completely the same as him, that something being you. He went to you to be judged and that's all he had wished for. That judgment would be more than enough for him to keep living, whether or not you'd decide to go to him like this again. "How about the others?"

"Isabel's confliction towards her eccentricities estranged her relationship with her siblings. Don't know how long but she ended up not so cheerful anymore." You pondered. "I really didn't expect that."

"And?"

"Historia had a hard time coming to terms with herself easily." You sighed. "She let an important person slip away because of it."

"Then?"

"Levi…" You swallowed. "Was so guilty about everything."

It was silent for a while as if he needed time to process what you saw as well. "Your brother?" He said after a while.

"I wasn't able to see him and know." and you're not even looking at him anymore. You're just staring blankly somewhere.

"I see." He muttered. "So do you realize it now?"

Of course. "But still, it's hard to–"

"I'm not asking about anything else. Do you realize it now?"

"I do." You muttered weakly.

He hummed then turned your face to him. He landed a chaste peck on the bridge of your nose. "That's a good start, then. You have to willingly come to me so you could help me find it, after all."

"But how…" You paused. The lack of certainty numbs your throat. "I don't know how we're supposed to do that. What if we end up not finding anything and we just–" have to come to terms with the hope we failed to embody?

"I wouldn't lie and tell you it's pointless to worry about. But see, when the wall fell I also have no idea how we're supposed to find anything relevant to take it back." Oh, right. How could you forget that? He was with you all those times. "But unlike that moment, I'm way more confident on this one because I already know what to find and where to start. I wasn't able to get this much until the fifth year in my post back there."

You smiled poignantly then. You went through lots of uncertainties as it is. What is there to fear? You just have to firm up and face it again. Finally, the reluctance subsided, enough for you to joke around. "It's unfair, though. I did something so huge! If we managed to find something to alter my circumstances, that wouldn't be fair for everyone!"

He shot you a deadpan look, "And you, out of all people, expect me to feel bad about it?"

"That's rude of you. Why are you like that?"

"What do you want me to do about that, then? Cry? Feign selflessness?" He bantered. "You told me I have to be honest now. I would still kill for you."

Indeed, this world's pretty much damned now. "I shouldn't have bothered asking that."

"How's the thing about your brother right now?"

"I feel so much better working on it but it's quite challenging." You tiredly sighed. "I need to find a stable income myself and more family stuff so I can qualify."

"Aw, is that so?" God, this man. He sounds like he's about to mock you again. Every single time this is being brought up and even if you don't know why, he keeps on teasing and musing around "Oooh, told him you don't want to become a mother? Sucks for you, you need to be one on paper."

"The idea I have in mind might not be so bad, then."

"Give your lowly subordinate a chance to hear an idea as great as that." You deadpanned.

"You're not my subordinate. You're way above me." You tried to retort but he cut you off. "But really? You want to hear about it?"

You curled your eyebrows and when you flashed him a glare you realized the idea in question might be something he just thought to mess around. He's trying to hide a smile. "You don't sound great, mister."

"Yeah, it would never sound great coming from someone like me."

"Just tell me. Oh god." He cupped your face and fixed it, wiping up some sweat and strands glued on it. He didn't speak after. "I'm getting quite anxious now, Erwin."

"Marry me." He casually let out. You gaped your mouth open. You hadn't felt this deep of a shock again in a while. He observed your reactions for a while and then added. "Completely under your conditions, though. It could be purely intended for your brother alone. I also figured you might not want to partake in a commitment as big as that since we got together just recently and—"

"Just recently?" You huffed loudly and realized your inquiry might be quite misplaced as of the moment but still— "We literally just talked about extending my stay beyond this lifetime."

"So do you agree or—"

"You didn't let that out as a question, Erwin." You interjected as if you heard his thoughts loudly. "Whether I agree or not is the least of your concerns."

He was silent for a while and attempted to hide a sly smile. "I was trying to be discreet about it at the very least. So I'd appear as someone with basic human decency."

Your thoughts were deprived of you then. You faced the ceiling again and just laughed out loud. He watched as you did, albeit with curiosity — perhaps anxiousness — lurking around his gaze. You pretended the small tear that dripped down your eyes was only because of your hearty laugh. "Basic human decency is asking such a question while naked. Sure."

"Oh no. I didn't take note of your preference regarding such matters." He almost gasped. "How inconsiderate of me."

The disbelief on your face was replaced with a smile. You attempted to not laugh again only to fail because when you turned completely to him, he looked genuinely nervous already. "I think the fact that you asked me to live with you and find that tree to wreak another havoc was already an answer. Of course, it would transcend a matter such as marriage. Marriage is something only applicable in this lifetime."

He nodded. "I thought I had to work on making you realize it slowly."

"I know better now, smart-ass."

"You do. I'm not satisfied with that laugh, though. Perhaps you need to be clearer about your compliance."

"Compliance? Are you dropping a command?"

"No. It's an imploring request and your disagreement would subject me to a life and death moment." He clarified.

"You're a bastard."

"Am I?"

"If you laid this down to anyone in this exact way, they'd run away from you."

"Would they?" He looked surprised again.

"Uh-huh." The way you cupped his cheek and gave him a long kiss answered his question though, and when you withdrew from it he let out a deep sigh of relief as if he had held that breath for so long. He also let it register for a while.

When he turned to kiss you, you realized it's not intended to end with silly kisses again. You welcomed it with pleasure as you always would. "Tell me properly, then." He pressed in a low voice. "Tell me you would."

"I'll be the one to do the begging if you didn't ask first." You stated as a matter of fact.

He was silent for a while then slowly nodded. He curled his eyebrows in between, though. "I would never let you beg. You're way above me."

"Stop there, mister. I'm not gonna marry someone who isn't my equal."

He looked quite horrified, "So are you not…"

"Yeah, if you keep on saying I'm above you. We're way beyond titles and ranks. No one's above each other now."

"So if I worked on fixing that, would you marry me?"

"I'll help you fix that after marrying you." You shot him a teasing smile.

He was stunned at first; it was as if his nervousness only subsided after you finished that particular remark. After a sigh, he chuckled and whispered before kissing you again, "I've polished tons of plans in mind to convince you into doing so. Glad to know that I wouldn't need them anymore."

After a long and painful struggle beyond lifetimes, shifting from worlds and embodying everything it entailed in your entireties, the grim finally subsided into pure solace.

Grief would still visit everyone from time to time — just like how dusk ebbs the light and paves way to the darkness until it subsides at dawn. But see, there are nightlights to guide you while it persists. After all, when you saw it blink in yellow and had it accentuate the features of this man that night, you realized for the very first time that you're not supposed to be alone. That you still have numerous gleaming wills to cling to. Dusk might've started in horror for Wahren, Verra, and all the bearers of the Parallel but the want to protect and preserve these lights during darkness saved them.

And you're the one who was saved by it the most.

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Worthy - Defiled Hearts Fanfic

Little note: These past couple of days I’ve been obsessing over @defiledheartsblog which is an amazing story with great characters! I’ve just been having a lot Marcus feels lately so here’s my attempt at writing a lil fanfic through Marcus’ POV, I hope I did him justice.

"Come on, Hati! You're holding back on me!" The soldier, Pec, shouts at Hati as she swings her wooden sword at him, which he dodges with ease. By the nonchalant smile on her face, Marcus could see that it isn’t a serious spar. They're just playing around.

Their swords clack against each other in the otherwise quiet training grounds.

The other men from the contubernium sit on the side, cheering them on or just conversing among themselves.

Hati goes for a hit with her right arm which she turns into a feint and quickly jabs the handle of the sword in Pec’s side, too quick for him to be able to react. The men cheer and laugh.

She's fast. Marcus had noticed that for a while now.

Hati grins at Pec who in turn frowns at her from his place in the dirt before his lips too stretch into a smile. Hati offers him a hand which he takes and soon both of them join the rest of the contubernium. Two other soldiers take their place on the ring.

Marcus watches as Hati brings up a hand through her dishevelled hair. The tight bun that usually ties it all up has nearly come undone and two locks of hair frame her face. Has her hair always been this long?

Marcus blinks and huffs. What the fuck is he even doing staring at her? He’s been reading for too long and his mind’s cloudy. Some exercise. That should do him some good. Clear his mind.

Marcus stares at the men sparring in the ring. Then his eyes move to Hati and his lips stretch into a grin. Now there's an idea.

He starts walking up to the men, waiting for the moment they're going to take notice of him. Some do almost immediately, standing straight, the conversation dying on their lips. Some don't, like Pec, he continues talking to Floyd. He is quickly elbowed by Hati in the ribs.

By the time Marcus reaches them, they're all silent, staring at him and waiting for his orders. When he stops they all salute him. Marcus finds Hati's face. She's already grimacing and shooting him death glares and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Men," Marcus greets them. "I saw your pathetic excuse of a spar and I thought I ought to show you how real Romans do it."

"Yes, Lord Centurion!" A couple of men answer eagerly. Marcus gestures at the wooden sword still in Pec’s hands and he quickly delivers it to him.

"You," Marcus says, pointing at Hati. "On the ring, now."

Marcus hears her mutter some curses and barely suppresses a grin.

"What was that, soldier?"

"A prayer to Jupiter, Lord Centurion."

This time Marcus does grin.

"I'm sure…"

The two soldiers previously sparring have long since cleared the ring. Or more precisely, they’ve positioned themselves at the edge of it, with more soldiers coming over. Seems like an audience is about to be formed. Figures. Marcus glances at Hati. The frown hasn’t left her face, her moss green eyes nearly black now, throwing daggers at him. Her hand is gripping the sword a bit too tightly, her willowy figure is as straight as a spiculum. This isn’t just a friendly spar to her, she looks as if she’s ready for a real battle. A real fight for her life. Marcus feels his grin slowly lose its strength. And why wouldn’t she feel that way? Wasn’t he the man who murdered her father and brother? Destroyed her life? Why would he expect her to treat him as she treats any other person? What the fuck is he even doing sparring with her?

“What’s wrong, Lord Centurion?” Hati’s voice cuts through his thoughts like a knife. “Getting winded already? Don’t worry, it’s normal in your old age.”

Hati rolls her shoulders. A sinister grin is splitting her face. That brings him back.

“Get ready to eat those words, you little shit,” Marcus spits, venom in his words but he’s smiling.

“Looking forward to it, Lord Centurion.” The grin doesn’t leave her face. Alright then. She’s asking for it.

Marcus grips his sword and adopts a stance. He considers attacking first but that would deprive him of the joy of watching Hati lose her patience and lash out at him. It’s not like it’s hard. They circle around each other. Hati’s eyes are fixed on his every move, every small twitch of his hand. The frown on her face is gone, replaced by indomitable focus. “Intimidated?” He pokes, taking a small step forward, and Hati’s focused expression immediately morphs into a scowl. She scoffs loudly and fixes him with a stare, looking like a tiger ready to pounce. It won’t be long now. He takes another step.

“Is this shit-eating grin supposed to be intimidating?” She nearly growls, her eyes slits.

If looks could kill…

“No, but I do save it only for you.” Another step but the tiger pounces with a yell. A barbarian yell, some would probably say. Her eyes are moss-green fury as she lunges forward. It’s almost too mesmerising that Marcus considers letting himself get hit but of course, he parries. Hati is throwing flurries of quick hits at him, swords clacking. Their blades collide, faces close. Too close. Or close enough to see the freckles on her cheeks which are now smushed together as she grimaces at him, lips pulled into a snarl. They really are like little stars, little constellations scattered on her face, falling down her neck…

What the fuck?

His thoughts betray him once again. Hati catches on with his distraction, shoving him with all the strength she can muster. Marcus is caught off guard and he falls back, landing heavily on the ground. Hati doesn’t lose a moment and is already on top of him with the wooden sword pointed at his stomach.

The whole contubernium cheers. Not too loudly, as if that would prevent Marcus from hearing them. His eyes stare into Hati’s.

There is genuine hate in them. As there should be. Why then does it tug at Marcus’ heart in such a… weird way? What is this? Hurt? Sadness? He doesn’t have to right to feel bad about this. It’s what he deserves but then why does he find himself wishing it was otherwise? But what could he do? What could he say? Sorry? No.

You don’t get to be sorry. Her words still ring in his ears. So he does what he always does.

“Is that a sword in your hand or are you just happy to see me?” Marcus forces out, still reeling from being pushed down on his ass. Hati huffs and shoves him one more time for good measure before she rises up. “I should have fucking stabbed you,” Hati mutters. “What, with a wooden sword?” “A slow and painful death, I’d say it’s just perfect. Marcus snorts a laugh and goes to sit up, immediately regretting it. He winces. His ass is definitely bruised.

He brushes off the dirt from his palms, throwing a glance at the men still watching on. They immediately look away, pretending as if they didn’t just watch the whole thing.

That was pathetic. Especially since he accused his men of being as such. Marcus barely suppresses a sigh and looks up at Hati once again.

She’s fixing him with an uncertain stare, her lips pursed. Marcus knows that face. It’s the face Hati makes when she’s debating whether she wants to do something nice for him. Marcus waits patiently, letting her inner turmoil resolve itself. “Aren’t you getting up?” Hati asks, the uncertainty still tugging at her features.

Marcus shrugs. “It’s nice here. The ground is cold, really helps the pain in my ass, you should try it, Hati.”

Hati scoffs loudly and offers him a hand, saying: “Too bad that can’t help with the pain in my ass!” Her gaze is aimed directly at him with her hand still extended.

Marcus knows she won’t be waiting for him to decide what her good gesture could mean, if it means anything at all, so he accepts the offer and puts his hand into hers. The touch is fleeting, it’s there before he could register it, as Hati pulls him up roughly, but somehow it still lingers in his mind. Her hand was warm and sturdy, rough. The hand of a soldier but… it’s also small, smaller than his to be sure. A woman’s hand… And as if he needed more reminders of that, Hati stumbles forward, maybe not expecting Marcus’ weight or just being a clumsy idiot. He catches her before she falls down on her face and their bodies are suddenly pressed into one another.

Hati is blushing furiously, her freckles turning a deep red. She is about to open her mouth but Marcus grins, shifting his body, making it even more apparent how close to each other they are. Hati remains unmoving, with her mouth open and eyes wide.

“Are we about to kiss now? Do be careful, your friends are watching. I don’t mind an audience, though.” It’s then that Hati realises she is, in fact, able to move. As if his voice is the switch on for her hatred. Hati shoves him away, muttering “Stupid Marcus” under her breath as she walks away.

Marcus is still smiling but his smile sours as he remembers his previous thoughts. Hate. Disdain. They swirl in her eyes, a deadly mixture of emotions he’s acquainted himself with all too well. That is what he deserves. He keeps repeating it to himself, drilling it into his mind. He must never forget it. And how could he, when Hati is always there? Her eyes making sure he knows. Making sure he always knows.

At least she’s merciful enough to respond to his meaningless and stupid jokes. That at least he can have. Of that at least he’s worthy.

#defiled hearts #defiled hearts: the barbarian #marcus x hati #defiled hearts if #how do tags even work im bad at this #this is what lurking would to do u people

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the-official-account · 1 year

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Episode 19 liveblog take two

We made it happen!

@threeofheartscast

Because I do actually really want those notes on QC. Listening at 2.35 speed which sounds....awful. but useful! Semi from memory this may not be entirely in order

OMG HI!!!! I KNOW YOUR FROM THE TWITTERS!!!

QC elf, brown eyes and longhair In ponytail wears all black suit, gloves, book, robin-mask

Is this sir thimby person thinbleton? Sigil on card with future slanted font helmet with two crossed swords

Despite the fact that it's morally wrong I kind of ....yk maybe let him kidnap diamond a little bit? Some light kidnapping

I love how his first insibt when a fire starts is to stick to the CEILING. How are those lungs looking bestie

This music is GROOVY

IF ITS NOT GAY ITS GOT TO GO he's gonna love the agents.

For vellums kidnappings minimum 7 times depending on

-if random count extra,

-or if he wandered away and someone picked him up,

- didn't notice kidnapped,

- kidnappers forgot him and he just left,

- infodumped until the kidnappers got so annoyed they let him go

-about to walk into an open net while reading but manhole instead

The music is not as good as 2.35 speed

This entire scene was very cute and my original reaction included a lot of keysmashes. Vellum just went for it I appreciate that.

I feel like if there was a field agent hand book vellum would have at the very least edited it.

Xbala and spar having kissed us very soar behavior

Fic of them eating dinner after 2nd kiss before hotel

Vellum giving him a kiss. Draw spar half up in bed, with his face in vellums shoulder, vellum looking soft blushing (this shit is cute) muttering, petting his hair "mmmm breakfast is good, important part of the day....mmmm yup" -spar

Their argument here is the best

I FORGOT VELLUM SAID "YOURE VERY CUTE LIKE THIS" THATS A FUCKING DORABLE

I'm just gonna assume spar has a thing for suspenders

QC just Speedran becoming a coming of interest in a kidnapping (so fast the kidnapping hasn't happened yet)

HE HAS TELEKINSESIS what a little guy... He's so absurd in the best way i adore him. In my mind he is a Manlet I will die on this hill

Jack has a druid parent... Sanguinia. Stays with "g/Cladia" friend in...........city stoneloft

RADIO MOVIE NIGHTS ARE SO CUTE

I remember freaking out about greggins and Jack being qpps (just like me, fr!)

"Intense feelings and situations"

Grey just know it wasn't worth lying to vellum, he's too smart

There was a lot of freaking out about Max being the kid, but I landed on the theory that Grey both kept them seperate and wants vellums blood because Max is a werekid, and it wouldve been traumatic for both of them to raise them together but maybe vellum can help him find a cure. I can understand why there would be so many feelings messed up in all that

Vellum got SO cold in this question and I don't mean in a mean way but it's the...determination

Grey does have the best outlook on clovenheart & I think that's sus

Persuaded the FUCK outa him

Providince......don't thing I trust this. Grey's in his Gatsby era

"Fix other harms that needn't have happened"...........*squinting* return magic?

I WANT GREY TO COME BACK now that's she's less immediately evil) sus

Also I DID say I thought resurrecting vellum's parents could be a part of Grey's motivations!!!!, I did say that!

I really like joy

your sparkliness sounds very diamond

QC and the agents being at odds with eachother at this party sounds like the setup for SUCH a good time

HELL YEAH!!! Songs were groovy. Formatting still banging. I made a note herea out how juggling scenes like that is hard but Jordan did it really damn well. Kitt's so funny!!! I'm excited that they're here. QC is just a funny little guyyyyy he's just a little guyyyyy!!!

Note: hey future lushlet if you get up to wiki shit dont trust this I make hella typos

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squigglywindy · 2 years

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Four looked at his reflection in the sword, which he had been polishing for some time now, and sighed. Legend was sitting next to him, placing beans into Warriors scarf, which was slightly bothering him. Warriors, the victim of this strange prank, was currently sleeping, and Legend seemed to think it would be fun to see how many beans he could fit in his scarf. So far he was at 106. He had been enjoying the silence, but Legend interrupted it around 10 minutes ago when he had started counting. Seriously where did he get all these beans???

"106, 107, 108...."

Other than the obnoxious muttering, everything was peaceful. But peace cannot last. He knew this, he had experienced the disruption of peace many, many times. He had thought everything was peaceful after his first adventure, then BOOM! Another! And then right after his second? He was thrown into some weird portal and now he was here listening to Legend mutter about beans, while Warriors snored. But he would rather listen to Legends counting then what came next, because it was far, far worse.

"Hey guys! I made a snack!"

Wild. Wilds snacks were usually amazing. Usually he would beg for more. But this. This? Wild was holding a massive pot, which he slightly tipped so everyone could see the contents. Inside was some weird looking cheese and a strange red paste, which absolutely reeked. The very sight of it was disgusting. Absolutely dreadful. Everyone around the camp just stared at him, almost like they were in some weird trance. Not Legend though, Legend kept counting. He was at 120.

"Wild what the fuck is that?" and like that, the trance was broken.

"Wind! Watch your language!" "Yeah yeah sorry old man"

"WILD WHAT IS THAT" "DEAR HYLIA IT REEKS" "NO GET IT OUT OF MY FACE" "FUCK" At that last one, everyone quieted. Legend was glaring at everyone, and looked close to tears. He had lost track of how many beans. An entire hour, completely wasted, not that Four cared. Okay maybe he had found it slightly amusing. Oh, and Wars was also awake now, and very confused about why there was an extremely angry Legend hovering over him, and why Sky looked like he was about to vomit.

"Guys! Come on trust me! Its super good!" Wild exclaimed, with way too much enthusiasm. Four glared at him and backed away, while Twilight started to approach Wild.

"Ok pup! Ok, but whats in it?" Of course Twilight was going to be rational. Everyone knew that was poison. Even Time looked disgusted. Hyrule was looking at it with googly eyes though, but everyone knew he was not someone to trust with food. He expected better of Wild, really. Although, he did tend to eat weird food. Like strange glowing mushrooms, monsters, literal organs. Yeah scratch that, maybe he didnt trust Wild completely. Wild grinned and started to bounce a bit, obviously way too happy, because who the hell would be happy when they were holding that.

"Its parmesan cheese and ketchup!"

Twilights smile faltered. He froze in place. Oh, the poor guy was trying so hard to remain nice. Sky vomited. Warriors was desperately trying to find out what was going on, but no one was going to help him. Legend and Time just looked extremely concerned and disappointed, while Wind laughed. Oh and Hyrule STILL seemed to think this looked GOOD.

"Wh-" Twilight started to speak, but it was too late. Wild took a massive spoon out of his pocket, and dove into the condiment. And he ate. This, this was when all hell broke loose. Twi lunged at him and tried to grab the spoon, however, he faceplanted instead. Time jumped up to grab Twilight, while yelling at Wild to stop. Legend nearly fell over from laughter, while Wind really did fall over from laughter. Sky. Poor Sky. Hyrule looked at Wild with big beady eyes, while begging him to share. Meanwhile, Warriors stared, his expression completely blank. He was covered in beans, and his hair was covered in sticks and leaves, because he had decided to sleep on the ground. The poor guy went into shock.

Four didnt react. He stared with disgust and shock, but there was no way he was getting within 5 feet of that. It smelled absolutely vile, it was probably toxic.

Twilight had managed to get up (although his nose was bleeding profusely) and had thankfully pried the spoon out of Wilds hands. Wild was NOT happy about this, and was putting up a fight. However, he noticed Twilights bloody nose, and began to settle down.

"Guys im sorry, I made this for all of us. I just. I thought you would like it, yknow? Im sorry..." Wild looked down, unshed tears in his eyes. Honestly, Four kind of felt bad. But also, he didnt really want Wild to die again.

"Wild. No. Thats toxic. We appreciate the thought, and you are an amazing cook, but we are concerned for your health." Twilight continued to bleed from his nose.

Wild nodded sadly, before dumping an entire pot of vile goo into the fire. This resulted in a forest fire. Warriors still had beans in his scarf as they ran.

Days later, when Wild was still sick, and Hyrule was still complaining about not getting to try it, Four would go back to that burned down forest. And there, he would find the pot, which somehow survived the fire. And he would smile a cruel smile as he watched the pot drown in the nearby river, never to be seen again.

Which one of y'all sent me the entirety of Parmup in an ask

#Squiggles answers #I'm looking at you Blargh

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kruel-kreator · 2 months

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Another year, one more valentines. It's been much longer than it should've but well, he's still there, alive. Jesse sat there, at the edge of his world, a small box of chocolates to his left, some gold and red flowers, and a black and yellow blade that was gifted to him once upon a time rested on his right.

"Yknow, I didn't think I'd live this long. I mean, I know I'm supposed to but its still shocking." He spoke, taking a drink from the glass of wine in his hand. He was talking to someone, not himself. "I wish you were here with me, my dear." Jesse said as he sighed to himself.

He looked over at the sword and poured a bit of the wine on it. "This is my favorite brand..." He muttered to himself before looking over the edge of the universe again. Thats when a soft hum came from behind him. "I thought you didn't like wine" Spoke a gentle voice. "Ah- Connor. Or should I say Eleos. Why are you here?" Jesse asked to the darker man

Connor chuckled before sitting beside Jesse after the latter moved the sword onto his lap. "Visiting you, don't want you to be too alone on Valentine's. It's always been your weakness." Connor spoke with a softness to his tone that's only there when Jesse's at his worst. "But don't you have a wife to spend valentine's with?" Asked Jesse.

"I do, but you're still someone that matters a lot to me, and I dont want to see you suffering on a day like this." Connor answered, the bright halo that glowed around his head and the white stardust cape on him signaling his status as a creator of a realm.

"Why don't you come over to reality today? The day's great, in fact I can take you to the restaurant Camille and I are going to, you can eat whatever I'll pay." Connor insisted as Jesse sighed and got up. "Fine, but Vic's coming with me..." He said, holding onto the sword strongly. Connor didn't question it, just nodded as he opened the portal back to reality.

For the first time in more than 30 years, Jesse wasn't alone during Valentines.

#ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ❱❱ × 𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴

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writer-akihiko · 3 years

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Hello!

Ikemen sé request

the warlords realizing that Mc is very popular with their soldiers. Sending love letters and stuff.

IkeSen Boys + Popular!MC

This was so cute ahhh although I'm sorry if it's a little short, there's a lot of Ikemen to get through. Thank you and I hope you like this work!

Nobunaga Oda

Nobunaga thought it was quite odd that there were a lot of presents delivered to you... Which he didn't gift...

After some digging, he found out that you had garnered some popularity after a campaign

He was dumbfounded at the idea that other men could be attracted to you

He didn't quite like that, but being the person he is he did tell you his thoughts

You insisted that you wanted to keep some gifts to distribute to your maids. He agreed, but he just buys better gifts for you anyway

He's not as jealous as you'd expect, since the man is also a bit egotistical when it comes to himself and your feelings for him

"Oh... Nobunaga..." You wanted to laugh at how childish he was but it wouldn't be in the right taste.

You stopped your giggling when Nobunaga muttered, "I could transfer whoever sent those gifts to you away..."

"At least let me keep some!"

He silenced you with a quick kiss. "Whatever you like from the pile, I'll purchase better ones from the merchants."

Hideyoshi Toyotomi

He doesn't want to admit that he's jealous, but he is. He unknowingly calls out the soldier that was about to gift you a present in an oh so convenient timing…

He doesn't take it to such extremes, he still respects the other soldiers. Although, he found it quite tempting from time to time to not bring you along for some campaigns

In this case, he wished that Nobunaga hadn't demanded such things of you. He really does appreciate your skills on the field, but he doesn't like that he can't control how much attention you're getting

He only realises it once someone points it out to him, or when someone sends you a letter. Letters are an absolute no from him

"Lord Hideyoshi, what should I do with these letters for YN?"

"Burn them."

"Lord Hideyoshi, what should I do with these letters from the townswomen?"

"Oh, send them to my office-"

YN smacked Hideyoshi up in the head. "You hypocrite."

Mitsunari Ishida

Mitsunari did notice that you gained a lot of attention, but he knew that it was only from your good merits and character

In no way did he ever thought it was romantic, until Mitsuhide pointed it out

He wasn't sure how to feel about it. Sure, he was happy that a lot of people thought you were a wonderful person

However a small inkling of him wanted to keep it to himself

Seeing the multitude of gifts for you, the guilt hit him hard. What if you wanted gifts all along?

"YN, do you like it when those soldiers give you gifts?" He asked, as you opened another gift that consisted of a bunch of fabrics.

"I do appreciate it," You admitted. "But I don't plan to keep them for long. I share any snacks with the maids and fabrics with the seamstresses. Why?"

He didn't reply, except for the blush that bloomed on his cheeks.

You pecked his cheek, understanding what he meant. "You have no reason to be jealous, my sweet angel."

Mitsuhide Akechi

Not a lot of people can read him, and he uses that to his advantage. He sneaks up on those who had planned to give you gifts, and instead direct their attention to another maid or townswoman

In the end, with this strategy, you don't receive much gifts from soldiers. This doesn't work on his fellow warlords however

With you, he doesn't hide his frown when people like Shingen or Masamune send you gifts

He doesn't care for what reason it was for, the gift shall not be touched by you

"Mitsuhide? Have you seen a package from Masamune? He sent some really pretty Oshu fabrics for me…"

He sipped on his bland concoction of tea. "Why my dear, I wonder where it could be…"

You sighed. "You gave it away didn't you? Now I have to write to Masamune- Ah!"

Before you could continue any thoughts, your charming kitsune sweeped you up in his arms, smiling coyly at you. "Write to him? I'm afraid my jealousy won't allow that YN… I'd certainly be interested in writing my thoughts of you on your body…"

Ieyasu Tokugawa

Ieyasu surprisingly doesn't notice any traffic of gifts to you. It might be due to the fact that he publicly ban any gifters from his estate…

You still manage to get some from soldiers passing by or Ieyasu's fellow warlords gifting you as a token of appreciation

Only when you bring the gift home is when he realises how popular you are. He doesn't initially care, but similarly to Hideyoshi, he gets rid of any letters

He doesn't burn them, but he moreso stages it so you'd see adorable Wasabi chewing on the papers

"Hey Ieyasu? Oh-" You dropped to your knees, seeing Wasabi with some paper in its mouth once again. "Wasabi, you should know better than to chew on my letters! Ha… Looks like I have to apologise later on."

"Do you even remember the soldier that gave you the letter?" He looked up from his work to ask you.

You pouted. "No… But I'm sure I can ask around!"

He patted you head. "Don't waste your time on that. The maids should be done with dinner now. Let's go and eat."

Masamune Date

He notices your popularity early on, but he's not too bothered about it. In fact, he shows off that you and him are in a relationship

It might be a 'rubbing salt in wound' move but he doesn't care. He has a thrill of seeing some of his jealous subordinates, which he trusts that it is in all good favour

With the way he approached it, most admired you in a non-romantic way, and for those few that actually do, Masamune opts for a duel as a 'wholesome' way to solve the solution

The duels end up with him winning, and the challenger often with some pointers from Masamune during fighting

You wiped off Masamune's sweat from his brow, wondering why he suddenly went up to that random soldier. "Did something happen?"

"Didn't he give you that gift earlier?" He asked, confused. He put up a good fight, although he'd probably have to answer to Hideyoshi since the boy was under his army…

You shook your head. "It wasn't. He has a twin, and the twin is working under Mitsunari…"

Masamune stood up, groaning. "Looks like I have another duel YN. I'll be back by dinner!"

"H-Hoi! Masamune!"

Kenshin Uesugi

Jealousy plus Uesugi Kenshin equals disaster in Kasugayama Castle

Kenshin was shocked when he saw the servants carrying the presents in, specifically addressed to 'Princess YN'

No one could stop him from drawing his sword and rushing to the training grounds, where every poor soldier who passed by was forced to duel him

Yukimura and Sasuke were already battered from the multiple duels they had to face. You pitied the poor souls, so you sent some of your maids to heal up the soldiers that faced his wrath

Holding one of your many bunny children, you walked up to your soon-to-be husband, smiling at him. "Kenshin my dear, we should be on our way to our stroll…"

He tugged off the upper part of his kimono, his torso and upper body dripping with sweat from the fights. "I'll be with you YN, I just need to cool off. I shouldn't dirty you with my sweat."

For as much as you wanted to be proper, you couldn't help but stare at your perfectly sculpted fiance. "T-Take you time my dear."

Sasuke Sarutobi

For the many things he was dense about, this was not one of them. He saw the way some of the Nokizaru looked at you

He of course told them off, but he still had an inkling that some didn't get the memo

Within whatever wisdom he had left, he somehow consulted Kenshin on how to resolve this, which ended up Sasuke battling about half of the Nokizaru

You had no words on why half the men were injured and why your boyfriend was bruised as well. Initially you thought it was from some dispute, but Yukimura so kindly filled you in

You tightened the bandage around Sasuke's arm, giving a disappointed look to the group of ninja. "What do you have to say for yourselves?"

"We're sorry Princess YN."

"And what do you have to say, Sarutobi Sasuke?" You huffed.

"I won't go to Kenshin for romantic advice."

"Good."

Shingen Takeda

He is not oblivious to your charms, as well as the way other people were attracted to your charms

He'd be lying if he said he weren't jealous. Of course he was, but he didn't plan to do anything malicious to whoever sent you gifts

They were free to waste their money and/or time, it wasn't his business. He'd however, make it clear that you were taken

He's not above doting you in public, and sneaking kisses in the markets or kissing you as the rain goes by. He's very calm about it, since he sees the way you were attracted to him

"S-Shingen! We're going to a war council!" You patted his face away from your own, as the much taller man held you in his embrace.

"Embarrassed Princess?" He teased, giving you his sweetest smile reserved just for you. "But we've done many affectionate things in public…" "People will see!"

He kissed your cheek. "Let them see how in love we are."

Yukimura Sanada

He is another victim of Kenshin's not-so great love advice, hesitating to pick up his spear at anyone who sent you glances. Well… it was Kenshin's advice… and no way he'd risk getting teased by Shingen by asking him!

He then opted for a silent jealous strategy, keeping you by him and covering you with his body everytime he felt someone looking at you

You wondered why he was acting so odd, after all, you just wanted to go on a nice stroll with Yuki and Muramasa

Luckily, to Yuki's benefit, Muramasa is a good wolf who knows to rip apart any letters that come to you or hound after any men that look at you the wrong way

"Is it just me, or is Muramasa a little more energetic than usual?" You asked your boyfriend as you folded your kimono underneath you to sit on the impromptu picnic blanket.

Yuki shook his head, handing you over the basket of food. "He's probably just excited to see us… I think…" He said, as Muramasa runs off into the bushes with what he could see was a paper in his mouth.

Kennyo

Kennyo doesn't really know what to do with this information. He's quite unsure if you wanted the attention or not

He thought the issue didn't need to be brought to your attention, as most of those around you are most likely his subordinates

He could… simply remind them of the holistic teachings that was preached to them

It does a good effect, as most quickly dispelled any sort of romantic attraction

He doesn't mind his subordinates admiring you out of respect, as he thinks you deserve such respect for your deeds

You clapped your hands after hearing your boyfriend's sermons. "You impress me every time my beloved," You said, pecking him on the cheek. "I'm always in awe when you deliver your preachings."

He shied away from you, "My dear, you praise me so…" He couldn’t stop repeating those praises over and over in his head, wanting to pen down the exact words you said. "Thank you YN."

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen sasuke #ikesen mitsunari #ikesen masamune #ikesen yukimura #ikesen kennyo #ikesen kenshin #ikesen mitsuhide #ikesen nobunaga #ikesen shingen #ikesen ieyasu #ikesen hideyoshi #ikemen sengoku kenshin #ikemen sengoku kennyo #ikesen headcanons #ikesen scenarios

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restlessfandoming · 3 years

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campfire in the snow (chilumi)

hey friends back again with that fanfic writing :^)

this is my headcannon that childe absolutely suffers during the colder winter months as a hydro user (based on this post here) so SOMEONE’s gotta take care of him

in other words, a chilumi...chilumine? lumichilde? CHILDE X LUMINE sick fic !!!

thanks for reading as always <3

[Fic Masterlist]

“campfire in the snow”

“Ahchoo!”

Lumine glanced at Childe, watching him sniffle miserably as they walked through the woods towards Mondstadt.

The sky was overcast, giving the land the hazy gray glow of winter, and the chilly temperature felt stiff against shivering bodies—their coats only warming them slightly. Their shoes crunched in the snow from last night’s snowstorm; the promise of another snowfall hung in the air.

“Are you sick?” Lumine asked.

Childe gave a weak smile. “Of course not. In top shape as always.” Then, AHCHOO! Another sneeze.

Paimon popped up in front of the Harbinger’s face, staring directly at his red nose. “You don’t sound so good to me. Paimon thinks you’re sick!”

“Hate to say it, but I definitely agree with Paimon,” Lumine said, ignoring the guide’s flailing arms of anger. “I think we need to get you somewhere warm.”

The orange haired man playfully scoffed. “All I need to do is speak with the Grand Master of the Knights. Easiest mission of my—sniff—life.”

The traveler stopped in her tracks, and took off her own scarf, holding it out for Childe. “Then at least take this. I think you need this more than me.”

He looked at the scarf, eyes almost glazing over from yearning. He shook his head. “I’d never take something from a lady in need.”

Lumine almost threw the scarf at him. “I’m not in need.”

“And she’s not a lady; have you seen her eat?”

“Paimon.”

“Paimon only tells the truth!”

“Thank you, really, but it’s just a little reaction to the colder weather. No big deal,” Childe assured, walking past Lumine’s offering.

“What’s his problem?” she muttered, as he walked ahead. She heard him coughing in the distance. Why won’t he just take it?

“He doesn’t seem so threatening now, does he?” Paimon said. “Paimon’s never seen him so weak…”

“Weak…,” Lumine echoed.

Of course.

Childe was a member of the Fatui. A Harbinger. A deadly fighter. Someone who used a bow despite it being his weakest weapon.

He would never accept help like this, not when it made him feel weak.

Lumine groaned in frustration. Stupid, stupid man. She continued on the path, picking up her pace to try and catch up to him.

Except he was nowhere to be seen. The cold set into her body a little more.

“Childe?” she called out. She ran down the path, eyes scanning every inch of the snowy road and fields. Then—

“Lumine, look!” Paimon shouted, speeding over to Childe’s body laying in the snow.

The blonde traveler quickly scrambled to his side, flipping him over so his face wasn’t buried in the snow. He was drained of color, and his body felt ice cold. There was barely air leaving his nose.

“Childe!” she called, shaking him. Wake up; please, wake up!

He didn’t move. Lumine cursed.

“What should we do?” Paimon asked frantically.

Lumine took a deep breath in, then took off her own coat and scarf, placing it on Childe’s shoulders. She shuddered as the winter air nipped at her skin.

“Now you’re gonna freeze to death!”

“It’s okay, Paimon,” she said, beginning to pick up the unconscious man. “We need to find somewhere to stop and start a fire.”

Paimon nodded worriedly, trying to (unsuccessfully) help Lumine shoulder Childe. The traveler eventually had his arm slung across her shoulders, and her arm gripped his waist.

The three shuffled down the path, searching for any sort of shelter or firewood. As time went on, Lumine felt colder and colder, her whole body beginning to ache under the weight of Childe. Every so often, she would call out his name, hoping to hear a response, but there was nothing.

As she crested the top of the hill, she spotted a tiny cabin at the base. Her ragged breath became concentrated as she mustered up the last of her energy to drag Childe there.

“Almost...there…,” she strained out. No response.

“Come on! You can do it!” Paimon cheered, though her scared expression betrayed her positivity.

Lumine was mere feet away from the door when she heard a familiar high pitched and distorted laughter ring out behind her.

An Abyss Mage!

She turned to see it prancing around in its bubble, icicles swirling around it.

Great, a Cryo Mage at that.

She set Childe down gently, then drew her sword. The blade shook in her hand, her teeth chattering. And she still felt winded. But I have to protect us.

“Try to wake him up,” she told Paimon. The tiny fairy nodded and started tapping his shoulder.

Lumine charged the mage. Her blade scraped against the frozen barrier. She slashed frantically, making miniscule scratches. Around her, icicles fell as the mage chanted spell after spell. It took all of her will to continuously dodge the attacks. Charging enough energy, she unleashed a Palm Vortex. The shield cracked considerably.

I can do this. She leapt at the mage, striking a few times, then casted a Gust Surge. The bubble crackled. A few more hits and the shield will be down. Then, it’ll be a piece of cake.

She started concentrating, trying to summon another Palm Vortex, when an icicle came unexpectedly from the side, slamming into her. She crumpled to the ground.

Nononono. She tried to get up, arms shaking, fighting the exhaustion in her body.

The sinister laughter drew closer as the mage floated towards her. It raised its staff, ready to deliver the finishing blow.

“Hey!”

Lumine looked past the mage.

There stood Childe, hunched over, gripping his side, but standing. She almost cried out in relief.

The mage made noises of anger, blinking away, then reappearing closer to Childe.

The Harbinger raised his hand, droplets forming from his palm.

No, Childe wait—! His Hydro elements didn’t stand a chance in this battle.

The beginnings of his spear formed. But then, the water quickly crystallized, turning into shards of ice, and dropping to the ground. Childe winced painfully.

Lumine jumped up on her feet, her energy renewed, and raced towards the mage.

The mage raised its staff again, forming a huge icicle above Childe. He wouldn’t have enough time to move, especially in his condition. The shard started falling.

“Childe!” Lumine screamed.

He closed his eyes. The mask sitting atop his head began to glow. It crackled with purple electricity, and spiraled out, creating a barrier. The large icicle shattered on impact. The mage shrieked in confusion.

Lumine took the distraction, and destroyed the Abyss Mage’s shield, then stabbed its critical point: right through its head. It vanished into the air.

“Good job...traveler…,” Childe said between heavy breaths. His voice sounded distorted, his eyes and expression darker than before. The electro-shield came down, and Lumine watched as he fell to his knees, before rushing over, and catching him before he fell down completely.

She felt his forehead on her bare shoulder. “You’re burning up,” she whispered.

He laughed weakly, before descending into coughs. “I hate to say it, but I think you were right,” he murmured.

She saw Paimon opening the door to the cabin. “Okay, c’mon, we only have a little bit to go, then we can rest.” She felt him nod.

When the three finally got into the cabin, Lumine laid Childe down, folding their scarves to make a pillow, and covering him with their coats. Paimon helped carry some pieces of wood to her, and soon a small fire was started. The guide disappeared back into her world to let Lumine rest.

Lumine finally let out a sigh of relief. She looked over Childe, making sure he didn’t have any injuries she didn’t notice before. Her eyes fell on his mask, the mask that created the electro-shield earlier.

Two elements? That shouldn’t be possible. Was he different, like her? Not of this world? There was certainly something dark about the mask, lurking beneath the surface.

She reached for the mask. Childe’s hand weakly sprung up, catching her before she could touch it. His eyes were still closed.

“Now, now, we don’t touch things that aren’t ours—isn’t that right, girlie?” he teased quietly. His voice was hoarse, strained.

“Even on the verge of death, you love teasing me,” Lumine responded. He still hadn’t let go of her wrist. “And anyways, I dragged you all the way here. You could at least tell me what that thing is.”

He opened his eyes, narrowly. “Sorry, sweetheart, Fatui secret.” Lumine tried pulling her wrist away, but he held onto it, then shifted it so he was holding her hand. “Thank you, Lumine.”

She blushed. “I couldn’t just leave you out there to die.” She looked at their intertwined hands. “Why did you take this mission anyways? You know it’s dangerous during the Cryo months for a Hydro user like you.”

There was a long pause of silence. She almost thought he had fallen asleep.

“It was for Mondstadt,” he finally replied. “I knew you would be here.”

She was feeling warm. Too warm. Is it the fire? Am I getting sick too?

“You should get some sleep. You’ll feel better when you wake up,” she said, completely avoiding what he said. He nodded and closed his eyes, a faint smile on his lips.

Lumine observed his sleeping face, how harmless he seemed right now. None of his antics. None of the mystery surrounding him. None of that lurking darkness. Just a sick, lonely boy. A sick, lonely boy completely vulnerable to the world.

She started to get up, maybe to go cook some stew for him, but to her surprise, Childe held tightly to her hand.

“Stay,” he said, hazily. His eyelids were fluttering, like he was struggling to open them.

“...Okay.” Tired herself, she laid down next to him, tucking herself under the coats as well, glad for the warmth.

He pulled her closer, letting go of her hand, and instead wrapped his arms around her waist, tucking his head under her chin, like he was listening to her heartbeat—a heartbeat that was surely beating way too fast right now. This sickness is making him delusional…

She was about to start protesting when he started speaking.

“No one ever stays,” Childe whispered. It had been no louder than a small leaf rustling in the nighttime wind; Lumine might not have heard it if she wasn’t listening. Her heart broke a little.

She wrapped her arms tightly around him. You’re not alone.

“I’m here,” she whispered back. “I’m right here.”

#genshin impact #genshin childe #genshin lumine #genshin tartaglia #childe x lumine #chilumi #childe #lumine #tartaglia #lumine x childe #fanfic #sickfic #me

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delimeful · 3 years

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nothing in this world (i wouldn’t do) (2)

warnings: mild blood/violence/injury, demon slaying, miscommunication, impromptu first aid, mentions of spiders, virgil tempting fate with his internal dialogue again

Whenever Virgil wasn’t sleeping, he was on the move.

At first, it had been because he didn’t trust himself around towns for too long, and there was always the chance of a real demon slayer getting wind of that ridiculous rumor and trying to track him down and kill him for it, even though it totally wasn’t his fault.

But then, as time went on, his bizarre pseudo-popularity seemed to have a different side effect.

Namely, every time he managed to save another human and hauled them back to the nearest town, he’d be practically swarmed. Antsy townsfolk would hurriedly inform him of the horrible tragedy they’d heard about up north, or the mysterious disappearances by the woods between this town and the neighboring one, or any sort of rumor that they thought a “demon slayer” should know about.

Where exactly were all the real demon slayers when people needed them? Why was he, an actual demon, seemingly more accessible for seeking help?!

Still, he wasn’t exactly doing anything else with his life (his unlife?), and if there were less demons, that meant the world would be safer for Thomas, didn’t it? So off he went, taking the less-traveled paths and following vague leads right into more danger.

His latest case had been a requested one, from a weaver in the last town. She had received a letter from her brother saying that he planned to come visit, and weeks later, he still hadn’t appeared or replied to her many return messages. The worry seemed to weigh her down like a physical burden, and he’d agreed perhaps more easily than normal.

Now, he was wedged into a shallow crevice in the mountainside and sorely regretting that decision.

The issue wasn’t the demon, no. He’d actually been making good progress on getting deeper and deeper into its territory in the past few days.

The issue was that he wasn’t the only one hunting it.

First, it had been a gaggle of young teens, and he’d been so alarmed that he’d almost dropped right out of the trees and ushered them back out of the woods. The less humans traipsing around this deep in demon territory, the better.

Of course, that was when he’d managed to spot the swords strapped to their sides, and suddenly, never appearing before a human again was looking more and more appealing. He’d immediately switched gears from tracking to stealth, and honestly, should have just turned tail and left then.

Instead, because those kids were around Thomas’s age and he still needed to find that weaver’s brother and also he was a sentimental idiot, he trailed them at a distance, always staying downwind and poised to bolt.

They handled themselves well at the beginning, and then the environment began to warp around them, and then it turned out there was more than one demon nesting here, and Virgil had been on the brink of jumping down and interfering, swords or no swords, when--

Between one blink and the next, one of the demons was cleanly beheaded.

The demon slayer-- for what else could he be-- smiled brilliantly as the body disintegrated to ash, holding a hand out to help one of the teens to their feet.

“It seemed like you all could use a little assistance,” he’d said, turning to face one of the other demons with a confidence that visibly unsettled it. Above, a circling crow cried out raspily. “My dear Missus informed me of your call for backup.”

If the stranger’s swift execution hadn’t tipped Virgil off, the way the baby slayers looked up at him with blatant awe was clue enough. This slayer was powerful and charismatic, whereas Virgil was neither of those things, so he was going to stay right here in his crevice until the whole situation had sorted itself out.

The three other demons seemed to have no such qualms, lunging at him in a semi-coordinated attack. The slayer handled them with terrifying ease, and for a moment it seemed that the battle had been settled, as simple as that.

Of course, that was when the landscape twisted further in on itself, buzzing like a disturbed wasps nest, and Virgil realized abruptly that this was the first time he’d seen so many feral, newly-created demons in one territory.

A stronger demon was keeping them all in line, like the queen of a hive. And it wasn’t at all pleased about the intrusion.

The slayer seemed to have caught on as well, his sword held aloft in threat. “Looks like the real fight starts now,” he said with a sharp, cocky grin.

Mere minutes later, the smile had grown considerably more strained.

Coincidentally, he’d taken considerably more damage in that time as well.

The slayer had given as good as he got, but against a demon’s healing factor, it wasn’t good enough. He was losing.

“Get out of here!” he instructed, and the baby slayers hesitated, clearly torn. He shot them a dazzling grin, hiding all signs of fatigue even as another blow rattled his sword. “Come now, don’t you know an order when you hear one? I don’t want any distractions while I handle this gruesome ghoul, so back to town with you!”

He cut off any further arguments by pointedly leading his attacker astray, giving them ample time to flee. Virgil felt some of the tension fade from him as the baby slayers got away cleanly, leaving just the slayer and the queen.

Really, he shouldn’t want the slayer to survive. Not when having a slayer that strong anywhere near him, or even in the same country as him, could easily be a death sentence. That didn’t change the jolt of panic that went through him when the queen finally gained the upper hand, knocking the slayer back into sheer cliff face hard enough to snap something.

… A slayer that protected others from demons so wholeheartedly was one that would protect Thomas.

The queen advanced towards the slayer, wounded and weakened but already gloating about how his flesh would be more than enough to completely rejuvenate her. Her entire focus was on the human’s fallen form.

Virgil dropped down on top of her soundlessly, claws piercing through muscle and fat until he’d torn her nearly clear in half. She shrieked in outrage, but a skull-crushing stomp was enough to knock her unconscious for at least a few moments.

The slayer, exhausted, half-crumpled against a tree, and his shoulder very clearly dislocated, looked up at him for a moment with something like hope.

When they met eyes, however, that was swiftly extinguished in favor of wary frustration.

“Another demon?” he complained, trying rather unsubtly to grasp for the sword that the queen had knocked free of him. “Exactly how many monsters can one fit on a single mountain?”

The sword was entirely out of reach, but Virgil kicked it a little further away for good measure. The slayer shot him a petulant glare.

Virgil pointed at a scrap of bloodied cloth left behind from one of the baby slayers, trying out a questioning rumble. Backup coming for you?

“I’m offended that you think I would answer that,” the slayer responded, nose upturned, “or any other monosyllabic interrogative questions, for that matter.”

Virgil growled low in his throat, frustration bubbling up. If he ditched the slayer here without backup, there was no guarantee that someone would find him before the morning came, and Virgil was relatively sure that the demon he’d just stabbed through wasn’t the only threat up here.

Not to mention the cold. He hadn’t thought the nights were cold enough to harm people yet, but demons seemed a lot more durable, and the slayer was shaking just slightly. He remembered the few times he’d had to sit out snowstorms while traveling back home up the mountain, and couldn’t help but feel sympathetic.

So, leaving the slayer behind to fend for himself wasn’t an option. That meant doing something insanely, dangerously stupid: taking the guy with him.

Precautions first, then. He was pretty good at hiding himself from other demons by now, but human scents were a lot more trackable.

Virgil scooped the slayer sword up off the ground by the hilt, grimacing at the burning sensation it emitted. The slayer’s jaw dropped.

“Hey! You can’t just take that!” he cried indignantly, starting off on a tirade about craftsmanship and integrity. His rant cut off sharply as Virgil raised the sword and brought it down on the queen’s neck.

His motions were stilted compared to anyone who actually knew how to use a sword, but it hardly mattered. The sun-blade cut through easily, decapitating her in one motion and leaving only ash behind. He took a moment to hope for the soul of whoever she’d been before being turned, and a longer moment for the weaver’s brother, who was surely dead. Exhaling lowly, he planted the sword blade-first in the dirt.

It was tempting to keep it; he’d certainly wished more than once for an easier way to deal with his adversaries than the bloody scraps he normally got in, but there was no way he was bringing a demon slayer and a demon killing sword with him. That was just asking for trouble.

“That demon did all the work in an honest fight against me, and yet it’s the backstabber turning against his own kind who actually gets to eat me? That’s sad, even for a demon,” the slayer bit out, still trying to inch his way back up into a standing position.

Virgil ignored his muttering and took a testing breath in through his mouth. The slayer was definitely bloodied, but most of the major injuries mustn’t have broken skin, because the smell wasn’t too bad. It probably helped that he’d managed to avoid being injured in this fight, and so didn’t have a desperate need to heal like normal. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t even need a nap to make up for it.

He reached out for the slayer’s collar, already mentally plotting out the most efficient way to a distant abandoned bear den when a piercing shriek sounded, and his vision was suddenly full of flapping feathers. He staggered a few steps back with a surprised yelp.

“No! Missus Fluffybottom, you beautiful fool!” the slayer cried out, sounding incredibly distraught.

Virgil swatted outwards and managed to catch his furious assailant on the second try, his hand easily big enough to grasp it. He drew it away from his face for inspection, and realized that the screaming and wriggling bundle of fluff was actually a young crow.

“Scourge! Fiend!” the crow yelled at him in a belligerent tone that was uncannily similar to the slayer’s. He blinked down at it, befuddled.

“Wait! Don’t hurt her,” the slayer said in the most subdued voice Virgil had heard from him all evening. He looked up and found that the slayer had managed to climb to his knees, but wasn’t struggling to move further. “She’s a simple bird, no threat to you. You’ve already got your prize, haven’t you?”

There was something uncomfortably desperate in his gaze, and Virgil realized with a start that the slayer absolutely believed he was about to kill his bird in cold blood. He opened his hand, bracing for another assault, but the crow kicked off and flew right to the slayer instead, nestling against his collarbone. “Roman, Roman, Ro-man!” it crooned.

“Get out of here, you finicky little fowl, go! Shoo!” the slayer-- Roman?-- commanded, to no avail. He glanced up at Virgil, lifting his good hand and turning his bad shoulder slightly as though to shield the little creature.

Virgil averted his eyes from the bird, hopefully conveying how much he didn’t care about her. If he had enough self control to not murder-kill people despite it being all monsters like him wanted to do, he wasn’t going to snap because a bird the size of his palm repeated some swears in his direction.

Back to business. He grabbed the back of the slayer’s outfit and pulled, hauling him up onto one shoulder like a sack of potatoes. … Or like a sack of other, non-food items. Virgil sighed through his nose. Whatever.

Roman sucked a breath in through his teeth as his injuries were jostled, and then immediately started squawking in protest upon realizing the indignity of his position. The crow-- apparently dubbed Fluffybottom-- repositioned herself to a perch on Roman’s calf and joined in on the complaints with her own raspy calls.

Virgil ignored them, already focusing on the trek ahead.

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By the time they reached the cave, Roman had long stopped muttering creative obscenities under his breath.

The slayer might have actually fallen unconscious, but Virgil wasn’t going to jostle him around just to check. If he stopped focusing on their surroundings, he could easily hear Roman’s heart beating, the blood pumping beneath his skin, tantalizingly out of reach--

… He had mostly focused very hard on their surroundings. The point was, the slayer was definitely still alive, which meant him passing out during their travel was fine. Convenient, even.

It certainly made it easier to squat and carefully lower his body onto the cave floor without worrying about any sudden thrashing on Roman’s part. Laying flat on his back with only the slightest crumple to his brow, the guy looked a lot less intimidating. He was probably Virgil’s age, honestly.

He also looked unsettlingly corpse-like at the moment. Virgil considered for a moment, and then sidled over to Roman’s side, tugging his injured arm out of the curled up position it had taken. He carefully maneuvered it until it was straight out, forming a right angle with Roman’s side.

Then, he pulled, applying a slow, steady pressure. The misaligned bone shifted back into place with a sickening clunk, and Roman cried out as he regained consciousness. Virgil released him, and he instantly cradled the limb to his chest.

“What in the name of--,” he started, and then seemed to remember it all at once. Or the wave of pain from all those other injuries hit him all at once. One of the two.

Either way, he sagged back against the ground, squinting at Virgil suspiciously as he bustled around the small space. Missus Fluffybottom landed on his forehead, making him look even more ridiculous.

“I notice I am not devoured,” he finally spoke, almost conversational.

Virgil ignored him in favor of moving to arrange some firewood near the mouth of the cave.

“Not even a teensy bit,” Roman continued, making a show of inspecting himself for missing flesh.

Virgil continued to stack rocks around the wood. He was beginning to regret waking the slayer up, dislocated shoulder or not.

“Now, my silent saboteur, I want you to be honest. Are you planning to turn me into some sort of spider?” the slayer asked, and that was enough to finally make Virgil turn with an incredulous raised eyebrow.

“What?” Roman defended, pinkening. “That’s a real thing that a demon did to some people! And you seem... spider-y.”

Virgil scowled at the insulting way the comment was phrased. Spiders were cool and helpful and oh yeah, they didn’t annoyingly needle him while he was busy keeping them alive. He abandoned the fire to stalk closer and drop to a squat by Roman’s legs, dodging a wild kick easily. He pointedly tore a long swath of white fabric from the slayer’s overlayer.

“Hey! Do you even know how long embroidery like that takes--,” Roman cried, and Virgil smacked a hand over his mouth, drawing close and hissing quietly. The sound was close enough to a shush to get his point across, going by the way the slayer huffed indignantly but didn’t speak when Virgil pulled his hand away.

He did whine in protest when Virgil grabbed his injured arm, but then he went still and silent, like he thought any sudden movements would end with the whole limb removed. Virgil wrapped his forearm in the fabric, and then looped the extra around his shoulder, maneuvering him as painlessly as possible, and tied it off.

Roman’s silence suddenly felt distinctly different.

Virgil pulled him up into a sitting position by the front of his shirt, and tightened the knot slightly. The sling looked just about as good as could be expected, given the circumstances.

“You are actually a demon, aren’t you?”

Speech was one of those human things that Virgil still hadn’t recovered, but he thought that the sarcastic fang-bearing smile he directed at Roman spoke volumes all on its own.

“Then why are you tenderly nursing a demon slayer back to health?” he retorted, sounding bewildered and incredulous in equal measures.

Why are you pushing your luck? Virgil thought back, clicking his teeth in irritation and shoving the slayer back into a prone position.

Roman let out a high pitched wheeze, his good arm coming to cradle his ribs defensively. “Or not-so-tenderly, I suppose. The question stands!”

Virgil rolled his eyes and returned to the half-built fire. He’d pestered the only doctor in town for first aid lessons for months, he wasn’t going to stop practicing medicine just because of a little thing like being turned into a demon that craved human flesh.

To his surprise, the silence lingered as he worked, long enough that he turned and cast a suspicious glare over his shoulder at the slayer, who jolted nervously at his attention.

“Wh-what?” he asked, fiddling with the torn edges of his sling. “No escape attempts here, haha!”

“...” Virgil squinted at him and his blatant fake laugh for a long moment, trying to figure out just what was wrong with the scene.

Wait. Where was the bird?

A chill ran down his spine, and he twisted to stare at the mountainside beyond the cave entrance. No raspy-voiced baby crows in sight.

It had to have gone for help, knowing exactly where Virgil and its slayer had holed up. Roman knew he’d realized it, was watching him with the wary expectancy of a cornered hare in front of a trapper.

A surge of furious panic did bubble up in the back of Virgil’s mind, but he quelled it with relative ease.

If backup was coming, then the human was no longer his problem.

Pleased at the neat way the situation had resolved itself, Virgil tapped two fingers to his temple in a gesture of farewell and scrambled out the cave, scaling the cliff face and resolving to put as much distance between himself and this region as possible.

With any luck, he’d never run into that particular slayer again.

#sanders sides fic #sanders sides #ts virgil #demon slayer au #nitwiwd #nothing in this world i wouldnt do #my writing #writing #bthb #ts roman #kny fusion #am i forgetting tags?#im really fond of this one #i hope you guys like it :)

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umiarumi · 3 years

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fucking three houses | prologue/claude von riegan

afab she/her reader, originally posted on my ao3, myukyu <3

Twirling my sword, an excited grin fell upon my face as I jogged alongside Dorte and Marianne. "Hah! Marie, ya think I can keep up your old steed's pace?" I asked excitedly, huffing slightly. The academy had really buffed your stamina, shit, enough to keep up with a damn horse.

"Oh, (Y/N)! I-um, don't strain yourself since we have nearly reached the monastery." She hesitantly called out, brow furrowing. I laughed it off, nodding as I slowed my pace to meet Raphael jogging, carrying a very unamused Lysithea.

"What's up, you two?" I asked, grinning. The behemoth of a man beamed back, motioning his head to the pouting smaller girl in his arms.

"Lysithea here was starting to struggle, so as a good big bro- I mean, uh, friend! As a good friend, I'm helping keep up!" He cheered, laughing.

"I'll remind you, you thoughtless fool, I am not a child! I am quite the opposite, now." Lysithea barked out at Raphael, folding her arms.

I chuckled, shaking my head. I missed these guys, and once we make it to the monastery... well, teach better have kept his promise and not died on us. ~~~~ ~~~~ PROLOGUE END ~~~~ ~~~~ "Ahh... now this one is gonna fill the spot, thanks, prof!" You cheered, excitedly flicking your eyes between your delicious meal of Beast Meat and your slightly concerned professor.

"That smell... it's amazing! My fav, in fact. Do you like it too?" Claude nodded with you, looking to Byleth out of curiousity. Easygoing, huh?

"I like it."

Usually, you'd laugh at your teacher's blunt speech, yet that meat was begging you to devour it and hey- who are you to deny its wishes? Being back at the monastery with your class and teacher as much as you'd loved being back in your home country, you had a soft spot for the Golden Deer. But five years had changed the lot of you, various glowups being noticed, by the way. Yet, Claude caught your attention the most. Which, being honest, wasn't out of the norm, hell, for anyone!

As you tore through your meat, you caught your former classmate stifling a chuckle at your pure ferocity.

"Oi! Got thomething to thay," You quickly swallowed. "What's so funny!?" You annoyedly accused, slamming a hand on the table. He let out a laugh, shaking his head.

"Easy tiger! You just looked awfully cute with your cheeks stuffed."

You felt your cheeks darken, clicking your tongue as you went back to your meal. "Smooth, dickhead..." You mumbled as your teacher let out a sigh at the two of youse antics. As you all continue to eat, a comfortable silence fell upon your trio.

"That aside, I am glad to see you also returning. I heard from Lorenz that you had disappeared for a while." Your teacher finally spoke, looking to you. Your eyebrows rose in surprise as you let a crooked grin creep up your face.

"Funny you say that. How about yourself, five years asleep! Did any lucky gal or guy come to give you that awakening kiss~" You cooed, switching the topic onto him. You had no idea what you could say without getting yourself and Claude in an unknown amount of trouble.

He raised a brow at your dodging of the question but ultimately let it go. "I did not get kissed, no."

Claude piped up from his suspicious silence, leaning in to pester teach. "Ya sure? You were pretty popular back at the academy!" You snickered after this comment, nodding to egg him on.

"I believe we've finished the meal. I shall see the two of you later." He promptly stood up with his plate and cutlery, returning them to the kitchen before strutting off in his usual stern demeanour.

"Aw, we scared him off!" You jokingly whined, leaning onto Claude. Teasing your no-nonsense teacher was great since he's as clueless as Seteth with three times the patience.

"How will we ever apologise?" Claude moaned alongside you, resting his head on yours melodramatically. You tittered together before recovering and bringing your dirty dishes to the kitchen. Leaving the dining hall, you two walked in silence.

You walked with no aim for a while until Claude stopped. You turned to him, intrigued. Tilting your head, you asked him a question.

"Something up?"

He smiled softly, shaking his head.

"Nah, but I would like to ask you some things." He said, and the lack of a comedic tone set off a minor alarm in your brain. You were no stranger to his inquisitive nature, having known him for a good portion of your life. Yet, you had a feeling this related to before. Even Claude wasn't aware of your whereabouts.

"Sure thing, here?" You asked, folding your arms defensively.

"No... let's go somewhere more private." He said, walking off. You jumped, quickly following him.

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Following Claude up the spiralling stairs of the Goddess tower was quick, that you could confirm. Nearly stumbling over your steps as he transcended so damn fast, you couldn't even call out for him to slow the hell down.

As you finally made it to the top, avoiding the rubble which had gathered after the battle at the monastery, you had leant against the wall, quickly regaining your breath. Yet as soon as you blinked, Claude seemed to have moved from the centre of the room to a few inches away from your face.

"C-Claude! What the hell...?" You jumped, backing fully up against the cold, stone wall. Feeling the cool stones against your back, you shivered as your former leader stared at you.

"Answer teach's question for me, friend? Where were you while we were stopping the whole damn alliance from being chipped away by the Empire?" He asked, frustrated. He took a step towards you.

You gulped, shaking your head as your eyes darted around the tower, looking everywhere but him.

"That's not the answer I was looking for, (Y/N)."

Your breath hitched as he grabbed your chin to look you in the eyes. His voice lowered, a conflicted emotion on his face. A crooked grin tugged at his lips and yet his brows were furrowed, annoyed.

||Translation: فاک - Fuck||

"I-I was in Almyra!" You yelped, quickly realising what you said as you cursed under your breath, "فاک..." You hissed, embarrassed.

"First, you avoid our questions..." Claude listed, cruelly running his thumb across your lip. Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes finally set on his figure.

"Second, you leave us... breaking our promise," He continued, striking your heart where it hurts.

You bit your lip, eyeing him as he let his hand drop to your shoulder. He pushed you further against the wall. You shivered, yet not from the freezing stone this time.

"I-I... even you said you had no attachment to Fodlan! I thought you wouldn't..." You trailed off, searching for an excuse.

"Everyone thought you died! I thought you died! And yet..." His voice rose, yet less out of anger. He finally brought his face to your extremely red own.

"Where was I? Oh yeah, finally..." You stiffened, knowing what he was going to bring up.

"Leaving me hanging."

Before you all reunited, you had made a short trip into Fodlan to grasp the situation. Yet, your undercover mission soon became an open one as a fateful night in Derdriu occurred.

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It was a warm evening the night you had made it into the lively streets of the city. Even after the effects of war, the city still seemed to bustle. Unassumedly passing by citizens happily talking, you looked for any Knights of Seiros stationed nearby or even members of the Leicester military. Noticing a particular armoured woman, you tapped her shoulder.

She turned, giving you a pleasant smile. "Do you need anything, ma'am?"

You nodded, playing with the sides of your bodice. "I live a while from the military posts, so could you please tell me... um, how is the war going?" Embarrassed, she laughed softly before explaining.

However, you were unaware of a keen eye watching you. The familiar bobbing of unruly hair, gleaning of sun-kissed skin tied in with a confident stance clued Claude onto just who it was he saw. He waited patiently behind market stalls, keeping an eye on you as you bid the woman goodbye. And oh-so luckily for him, you headed his way.

You passed by him, oblivious to the archer's presence. A sudden hand on your shoulder caused you to jolt, your hand reaching to the hilt of your sword. Whipping around, your eyes soon met the green ones of a certain Alliance leader.

"C-Claude!?" You shrieked, hand still cautiously resting on your sword, unsure if he would take well to your sudden appearance.

"So you decided to show up, huh?" He remarked, and if you knew him any less you'd think that easygoing smile meant he was happy. But that smile never reached his eyes.

Yet, despite his obvious inner conflict, you expelled a breath as he pulled you into a hug. You soon wrapped your arms around him. It had been four years since you left after Edelgard and her forces attacked. You felt his grip loosen as he rose a hand to your chin, that oh-so teasing thumb brushing against your lip.

"May I?" He muttered, and in response, you leant into him, lips locking. What started innocently quickly grew messy and needy, your lips growing red.

As you pulled back, you felt the hard pressure as your fronts brushed together. You blushed before turning your head away.

"I'm sorry Claude, I have to go." You muttered solemnly, pulling yourself together.

"Wait, what? Showing up randomly after four years and then blue-balling me?" He teased yet yearningly reached out his hand.

"I promise, I will return and finish what I started!" You called out, running off into the night.

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Your face grew hot at the memory. Shuffling nervously, you looked into his eyes.

"Then, will you finish what we started, miss?" He asked, running a hand across your face.

Inhaling, you nodded and answered him. "Yes... please."

With your consent, he pushed himself against you, lips squishing as he brought you upon his own. He soon ran his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for permission.

You parted them quickly, his tongue invading your mouth as your tongue danced with his. He began to unclasp your armour as you shifted to help them come off easier.

Before you knew it, you had both shed to your undergarments, all knowledge of this being an open area quickly leaving your mind.

His hands reached behind your back to fiddle with your bra for a few moments, soon letting it fall to the cold, stone ground. His eyes fell to your breasts, your nipples perk from a mix of the cold air in the Goddess Tower and the heat of the situation.

Quickly, his hands began to fondle and grope your tits, your hand slapping on your mouth as to not alert any patrolling guards.

"These really are great. Your armour disguises you, a good thing that is since you'd probably take a few hits otherwise." He commented cheekily, observing your tightly shut eyes and fluttering breaths.

God, he'd tease you even now!?

One of the hands dropped from your breast, the other continuing to squeeze and roll it like wet clay. The forgotten breast soon regained heat as the scruffy head of the brunette quickly moved to suckle on your aching nipple, causing you to let out a quick yelp.

"How cute." He mumbled into your tit, the vibrations sending a delicious shiver up your spine. Whilst you were focused on the pleasure at your chest, your throbbing cunt soon found a welcoming hand cupping it through your underwear.

"Soaked! Were you wanting this all along? Hah! Pretty slutty for an Almyran warrior." He cooed, fingers running against your clothed slit.

"A-ah... fuck you!" You hissed, deciding on paying back the offer. Your free hand reached down to cup his hidden boner, hand rubbing slowly.

"Ffffuck... fine, you want to do it right here, against this wall sweetheart?" He asked, grinning.

You nodded brashly, slipping out of your drenched underwear. He too shed his remaining clothes and your lips locked in a short kiss before he pulled away.

Grabbing onto your thighs, he lifted you as you hooked your legs around him. Pushing you against the wall, he angled his dick at your pussy. Rubbing slowly, teasingly. The two of you groaned, as finally, he stuck his dick in your needy cunt.

You gasped, feeling it stretch you out, slowly, inch by inch. Bottoming out, the two of you stilled for a moment, catching your breaths. Once you adjusted, signalling him with a nod, he pulled out to the tip, before slamming back in. You moaned unabashedly, eyes fluttering open to see Claude's face scrunch up.

He looked up to you coyly, smirking. "Do you want all of the monastery to find us? Would you like them to see you like this?" Your breath hitched.

"Sweating, being fucked against a wall by your former leader? After five long years, you decide to help." He hissed, continuing to thrust as you gasped with each thrust.

The fulfilling feeling of Claude's dick rubbing against your inner walls gradually inched you to your orgasm, the added brushing of fronts stimulating your clit.

"I could get used to this, you'll really help the war efforts this way. Those poor, exhausted knights who you could've helped. A nice cocksleeve like you, you'll do more by getting fucked than you have the past years." He grunted, venting his frustrations.

Yet, despite all the guilt you should've felt, it only made the aching buzz of your clit all the more stronger.

Your cunt spasmed with each thrust, the routine rubbing and brushing working you towards your end as you felt Claude's dick shudder every time he bottomed out.

"Maybe you could motivate Ignatz? He'd be shy though, but a girl so open like you would be perfect for that." He mumbled, watching your face darken.

"Or Raphael? He could use you as training. You'd be spent by the time he was even finishing, yet a slut like you would be okay with that, right?"

His dick continued to twitch in your pussy, your walls clamping around his cock like a vice. Fluttering as you were so close to your end.

"Shit... even Lorenz... he could use you as practice for his- ngh, noble duties!" He choked out a laugh, breath stuttering.

"But I think I like you best as my little runaway slut, yeah? You fit so well on my cock!" He emphasised the last word with a sharp thrust, your walls clamping shut on his cock, your head hitting the wall as you moaned in ecstasy.

He quickly pulled out, dick spurting ropes of cum on your chest and stomach. As you both caught your breath, you caught Claude smiling at you.

"It's good to have you back, my friend."

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #claude von riegan #claude von riegan x reader #claude x reader #fire emblem smut #smut #fe3h #fe3h x reader #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem x reader smut #claude von riegan x reader smut #claude x reader smut #claude von riegan could totally be into angry sex

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kingandfireheart · 3 years

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Lucien Vanserra Sass Appreciation Post

For more serious Lucien content see my other posts:

What the fuck is happening in the Autumn Court series Part 1 (Eris) and Part 2 (Lady of the Autumn Court)

What stories are left: Lucien

When Lucien introduces himself:

"Lucien," my captor said quietly, the name echoing with a hint of a snarl. "Behave."

Lucien went rigid, but he hopped off the edge of the table and bowed deeply to me. "My apologies, lady." Another joke at my expense. "I'm Lucien. Courtier and emissary." He gestured to me with a flourish. "Your eyes are like stars, and your hair like burnished gold."

When Lucien is intrigued by Feyre:

"Well," Lucien said, his remaining russet eye fixed on me, "you don't look half as bad now. A relief, I suppose, since you're to live with us. Though the tunic isn't as pretty as a dress."

When Lucien wants to know if Feyre thinks he's hot:

"Thank you for the meal," I said. It was all I could think of. "Won't you stay for wine?" Lucien said with sweet venom from where he lounged in his seat. I braced my hands on my chair to rise. "I'm tired. I'd like to sleep." "It's been a few decades since I last saw one of you," Lucien drawled, "but you humans never change, so I don't think I'm wrong in asking why you find our company to be so unpleasant, when surely the men back home aren't much to look at." At the other end of the table, Tamlin gave his emissary a long, warning look. Lucien ignored it. "You're High Fae," I said tightly. "I'd ask why you'd even bother inviting me here at all-or dining with me." Fool-I really should have been killed ten times over already. Lucien said, "True. But indulge me: you're a human woman, and yet you'd rather eat hot coals than sit here longer than necessary. Ignoring this"-he waved a hand at the metal eye and brutal scar on his face-"surely we're not so miserable to look at."

When Feyre leaves their first dinner together:

He gave a distant nod and motioned for me to leave. Dismissed. Like the lowly human I was. Lucien propped his chin on a fist and gave me a lazy half smile. Enough. I got to my feet and backed toward the door. Putting my back to them would have been like walking away from a wolf, sparing my life or no. They said nothing when I slipped out the door. A moment later, Lucien's barking laugh echoed into the halls, followed by a sharp, vicious growl that shut him up.

When Lucien notices Feyre checking him out:

Lucien paused, and I found him smirking at me, making the scar even more brutal. "Were you admiring my sword, or just contemplating killing me, Feyre?"

When Lucien is a sarcastic motherfucker:

“So is this what you do with your lives? Spare humans from the Treaty and have fine meals?” I gave a pointed glance toward Tamlin’s baldric, the warrior’s clothes, Lucien’s sword. Lucien smirked. “We also dance with the spirits under the full moon and snatch human babes from their cradles to replace them with changelings–”

When Lucien describes Amaratha perfectly:

"What happened to the magic to make it act that way?" Lucien let out a harsh laugh. "Something was sent from the shit-holes of Hell," he said, then glanced around and swore. "I shouldn't have said that. If word got back to her-"

When they run into the Boggee:

"I heard its voice in my head. It told me to look." Lucien rolled his shoulders. "Well, thank the Cauldron that you didn't. Cleaning up that mess would have ruined the rest of my day." He gave me a wan smile. I didn't return it.

When he gives Feyre a title:

"Are you a warrior, though?" Would you be able to kill me if it ever came to that? Lucien huffed a laugh. "Not as good as Tam, but I know how to handle my weapons." He patted the hilt of his sword. "Would you like me to teach you how to wield a blade, or do you already know how, oh mighty mortal huntress?

When Lucien just needs someone to spar with:

“Do you ever stop being so serious and dull?" "Do you ever stop being such a prick?" I snapped back. Dead—really, truly, I should have been dead for that. But Lucien grinned at me. "Much better.

When Lucien and Feyre spend quality time together:

Over the next three days, I found myself joining Lucien on Andras's old patrol while Tamlin hunted the grounds for the Bogge, unseen by us. Despite being an occasional bastard, Lucien didn't seem to mind my company, and he did most of the talking, which was fine; it left me to brood over the consequences of firing a single arrow. An arrow. I never fired a single one during those three days we rode along the border. That very morning I'd spied a red doe in a glen and aimed out of instinct, my arrow poised to fly right into her eye as Lucien sneered that she was not a faerie, at least. But I'd stared at her-fat and healthy and content-and then slackened the bow, replaced the arrow in my quiver, and let the doe wander on.

When Lucien diagnoses Faerie problems perfectly:

A brush of ice slithered across my nape. "He would be that brutal?" Lucien studied the wine in his goblet. "You don't hold on to power by being everyone's friend. And among the faeries, lesser and High Fae alike, a firm hand is needed. We're too powerful, and too bored with immortality, to be checked by anything else."

When Lucien is told to Back Off, so he exacts his revenge:

Lucien's russet eye was bright, though the smile he gave me didn't meet it. The face of Tamlin's emissary-more court-trained and calculating than I'd seen him yet. "I'm unavailable today," he said. He jerked his chin to Tamlin. "He'll go with you." Tamlin shot his friend a look of disdain that he took few pains to hide. His usual baldric was armed with more knives than I'd seen before, and their ornate metal handles glinted as he turned to me, his shoulders tight. "Whenever you want to go, just say so." The claws of his free hand slipped back under his skin. No. I almost said it aloud as I turned pleading eyes to Lucien. Lucien merely patted my shoulder as he passed by. "Perhaps tomorrow, human."

When Lucien hides:

"I had to go sort out some hotheads on the northern border-official emissary business," he said, setting down the hunting knife he'd been cleaning, a long, vicious blade. "I got back in time to hear your little spat with Tam, and decided I was safer up here. I'm glad to hear your human heart has warmed to me, though. At least I'm not on the top of your killing list."

When Lucien and Feyre become friends after he tells her how to trap a Suriel:

Another riddle-and another bit of information. I said, "It's a good thing that while you have superior hearing, I possess superior abilities to keep my mouth shut." He snorted as I took the knife from the table and turned to procure the bow from my room. "I think I'm starting to like you-for a murdering human."

When Lucien is day drinking and living his best life:

“Would you like me to grovel with gratitude for bringing me here, High Lord?" "Ah. The Suriel told you nothing important, did it?" That smile of his sparked something bold in my chest. "He also said that you liked being brushed, and if I'm a clever girl, I might train you with treats." Tamlin tipped his head to the sky and roared with laughter. Despite myself, I let out a quiet laugh. "I might die of surprise," Lucien said behind me. "You made a joke, Feyre." I turned to look at him with a cool smile. "You don't want to know what the Suriel said about you." I flicked my brows up, and Lucien lifted his hands in defeat. "I'd pay good money to hear what the Suriel thinks of Lucien," Tamlin said. A cork popped, followed by the sounds of Lucien chugging the bottle's contents and chuckling with a muttered, "Brushed.”

When Lucien is incredibly casual for a guy going to an orgy:

What?”

Lucien laughed. “Yes—all those female faeries around you were females for Tamlin to pick. It’s an honor to be chosen, but it’s his instincts that select her.”

“But you were there—and other male faeries.” My face burned so hot that I began sweating. That was why those three horrible faeries had been there—and they’d thought that just by my presence, I was happy to comply with their plans.

“Ah.” Lucien chuckled. “Well, Tam’s not the only one who gets to perform the rite tonight. Once he makes his choice, we’re free to mingle. Though it’s not the Great Rite, our own dalliances tonight will help the land, too.

When Lucien is the mom friend:

"You look . . . refreshed," Lucien observed with a glance at Tamlin. I shrugged. "Sleep well?" "Like a babe." I smiled as him and took another bite of food, and felt Lucien's eyes travel inexorably to my neck. "What is that bruise?" Lucien demanded. I pointed my fork to Tamlin. "Ask him, he did it." Lucien looked from Tamlin to me and then back again. "Why does Feyre have a bruise on her neck from you?" he asked with no small amount of amusement.

When Lucien loves drama:

"Accountable?" I sputtered, placing my hands flat on the table. "You cornered me in the hall like a wolf with a rabbit!" Lucien propped an arm on the table and covered his mouth with his hand, his russet eye bright. "While I might not have been myself, Lucien and I both told you to stay in your room," Tamlin said, so calmly that I wanted to rip out my hair. I couldn't help it. Didn't even try to fight the red-hot temper that razed my senses. "Faerie pig!" I yelled, and Lucien howled, almost tipping back in his chair. At the sight of Tamlin's growing smile, I left.

When Lucien bolts:

“I had to keep my hands clenched at my sides to avoid wiping my sweaty palms on the skirts of my gown as I reached the dining room, and immediately contemplated bolting upstairs and changing into a tunic and pants. But I knew they’d already heard me, or smelled me, or used whatever heightened senses they had to detect my presence, and since fleeing would only make it worse, I found it in myself to push open the double doors.

Whatever discussion Tamlin and Lucien had been having stopped, and I tried not to look at their wide eyes as I strode to my usual place at the end of the table.

“Well, I’m late for something incredibly important,” Lucien said, and before I could call him on his outright lie or beg him to stay, the fox-masked faerie vanished.

When Feyre goes to a party:

"Cauldron boil me," Lucien whistled as I came down the stairs. "She looks positively Fae." ...

I squared my shoulders, disinclined to let him see how much his words or voice or sheer well-being impacted me. Not yet. "I'm surprised I'm even allowed to participate tonight." "Unfortunately for you and your neck," Lucien countered, "tonight's just a party." "Do you lie awake at night to come up with all your witty replies for the following day?" Lucien winked at me, and Tamlin laughed and offered me his arm. "He's right,"....

"So there's singing and dancing and excessive drinking," Lucien chimed in, falling into step beside me. "And dallying," he added with a wicked grin.

When Lucien plays a prank:

"I also remember you telling me how witchberries were harmless, and the next thing I knew, I was half-delirious and falling all over myself," I said, recalling the afternoon from a few weeks ago. I'd had hallucinations for hours afterward, and Lucien had laughed himself sick-enough so that Tamlin had chucked him into the reflection pool...."

When Feyre gets drunk of Faerie Wine:

“Tam would gut me if he caught you drinking that.”

“Always looking after your best interests,” I said, and pointedly chugged the contents of the glass. It was like a million fireworks exploding inside me, filling my veins with starlight. I laughed aloud, and Lucien groaned.

“Human fool,” he hissed.

But his glamour had been ripped away. His auburn hair burned like hot metal, and his russet eye smoldered like a bottomless forge. That was what I would capture next.

“I’m going to paint you,” I said, and giggled—actually giggled—as the words popped out.

"Cauldron boil and fry me,” he muttered, and I laughed again.”

When Lucien is hungover and third-wheeling:

Lucien kept rubbing at his temples as he ate, unusually silent, and I hid my smile as I asked him, “And where were you last night?” Lucien’s metal eye narrowed on me. “I’ll have you know that while you two were dancing with the spirits, I was stuck on border patrol.” Tamlin gave a pointed cough, and Lucien added, “With some company.” He gave me a sly grin. “Rumor has it you two didn’t come back until after dawn.” I glanced at Tamlin, biting my lip. I’d practically floated into my bedroom that morning. But Tamlin’s gaze now roved my face as if searching for any tinge of regret, of fear. Ridiculous. “You bit my neck on Fire Night,” I said under my breath. “If I can face you after that, a few kisses are nothing.” He braced his forearms on the table as he leaned closer to me. “Nothing?” His eyes flicked to my lips. Lucien shifted in his seat, muttering to the Cauldron to spare him, but I ignored him. “Nothing,” I repeated a bit distantly, watching Tamlin’s mouth move, so keenly aware of every movement he made, resenting the table between us. I could almost feel the warmth of his breath. “Are you sure?” he murmured, intent and hungry enough that I was glad I was sitting. He could have had me right there, on top of that table. I wanted his broad hands running over my bare skin, wanted his teeth scraping against my neck, wanted his mouth all over me. “I’m trying to eat,” Lucien said.”

When Lucien drops one of the best lines in the book:

"I see," I lied, not quite seeing at all. Lucien chuckled, sensing it, and I glared sidelong at him. "You've been noticeably absent again." He used the dagger to clean his nails. "I've been busy. So have you, I take it." "What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded. "If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?"

When Lucien doesn't know what is coming in the future:

Downstairs, Lucien snorted at the sight of me. "Those clothes are enough to convince me I never want to enter the human realm." "I'm not sure the human realm would know what to do with you," I said. Lucien's smile was edged, his shoulders tight as he gave a sharp look behind me to where Tam was waiting in front of a gilded carriage. When he turned back, that metal eye narrowed. "I thought you were smarter than this."

When Lucien admires Feyre's attitude:

“Don’t you understand what Rhys is?” “I do!” I barked, then sighed. “I do,” I repeated, and glared at the eye in my palm. “It’s done with. So you needn’t hold to whatever oath you swore to Tamlin to protect me—or feel like you owe me anything for saving you from Amarantha. I would have done it just to wipe the smirk off your brothers’ faces.” Lucien clicked his tongue, but his remaining russet eye shone. “I’m glad to see you didn’t sell your lively human spirit or stubbornness to Rhys.”

When Lucien is a fashionista:

Lucien had gifted both to me—the dagger during the months before Amarantha, the belt in the weeks after her downfall, when I’d carried the dagger, along with many others, everywhere I went. You might as well look good if you’re going to arm yourself to the teeth, he’d said.

When game recognize game

“Cursebreaker,” some murmured. “Blessed,” others whispered.

I made a show of looking surprised—surprised and yet accepting of the Cauldron’s choice. Tamlin’s face was taut with shock, the Hybern royals’ nothing short of baffled.

But I turned to Lucien, my light radiating so brightly that it bounced off his metal eye. A friend beseeching another for help. I reached a hand toward him.

Beyond us, I could feel Ianthe scrambling to regain control, to find some way to spin it.

Perhaps Lucien could, too. For he took my hand, and then knelt upon one knee in the grass, pressing my fingers to his brow.

When Lucien is scared of Amren:

“I think Amren would probably deny that she feels any affection for us—”

“Amren is a bedtime story they told us as younglings to make us behave. Amren was who would drink my blood and carry me to hell if I acted out of line. And yet there she was, acting more like a cranky old aunt than anything.”

“We don’t—we don’t enforce protocol and rank here.”

“Obviously. Rhys lives in a town house, by the Cauldron.” He waved an arm to encompass the city.

When Lucien is a little murderous:

“You’re working with that prick,” Cassian cut in, whatever catching-up now over, apparently. He moved to Mor’s side, a hand on her back. He shook his head at Azriel and Rhys, disgust curling his lip. “You should have spiked Eris’s fucking head to the front gates.”

Azriel only watched them with that icy indifference. But Lucien crossed his arms, leaning against the back of the couch. “I have to agree with Cassian. Eris is a snake.”

When Lucien volunteers to go on a quest:

“You will be going into the human territory,” Rhys warned. “I can’t spare a force to guard you—”

“I don’t need one. I travel faster on my own.” His chin lifted. “I will find her. And if there’s an army to bring back, or at least some way for her own story to sway the human forces … I’ll find a way to do that, too.”

My friends glanced to each other. Mor said, “It will be—very dangerous.”

A half smile curved Lucien’s mouth. “Good. It’d be boring otherwise.

When Lucien makes a friend

“Not for long—not if Vassa has anything to do with it.”

“You sound like an acolyte.”

Lucien blushed, glancing at Elain. “She’s got a foul temper and a fouler mouth.” He cut me a wry look. “You’ll get along just fine.”

#lucien vanserra #sass appreciation #this is 90% acotar #I didn't include ACOFAS or ACOSF because his sass is not as strong #other than calling Rhys and Feyre assholes #kp analysis #acotar series #mtp

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jgjmk4-2 · 3 years

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Celebrating MC’s Birthday:

We always have story events of MC and the other warlords celebrating each others’ birthdays but what about the warlords celebrating MC’s birthday?

Nobunaga: Alright, MC will be here in a few hours, let’s get this party started!!

Hideyoshi: Set up, Nobunaga-sama, we’re not starting without her, we’re setting it up for her.

Ieyasu: Your excitement for the party is a bit too obvious...

Hideyoshi: OK, it looks good but I want you to move that banner 10mm to the right.

Kenshin [mutters]: I want you to quit moving your mouth and move until you’re 10mm to the right of my sword. 凸(`△´＃)

Hideyoshi: What?

Kenshin: I WANT YOU TO MOVE UNTIL YOU’RE-

Masamune [in the kitchen, cooking]: Mitsunari, can you pass me the salt?

Mitsunari: Sure! ^_~

Masamune: Thanks, Mitsuna- Wait. MITSUNARI?!

Ieyasu: Sorry, I accidentally let him off his leash. Also, that’s not salt. And it’s not sugar either. Don’t ask me what it is.

Masamune: God dammit.

Nobunaga [eating konpeito]: There’s not enough KONPEITO

Shingen [eating sweet buns]: There’s not enough SWEET BUNS

Yukimura: There’s not enough WORK BEING DONE, HELLO??

Kennyo: I have flowers.

Mitsuhide: Great, pass them to me. We can put them in my room, I’ve been wanting to spice up my decor.

Kennyo: Don’t you dare touch the flowers >:(

Kenshin: Sasuke, let us fight, the man who wins may celebrate with MC

Sasuke: Or, we could not fight and all celebrate together with MC

Kenshin: Ridiculous.

Hideyoshi: It’s what MC said she wanted.

Kenshin [puts down sword]: Okay. (◕‿◕)

Shingen: What present did you get our goddess?

Kennyo: I pondered if it would be fine to get her a present. Should I lay my hands on anything, it shall wither away. What if the object, cursed by my hands, spread its disease to her unwavering purity and-

Ieyasu: Just tell us what you got her.

Kennyo: I made her a flower crown.

Misuhide [smirking]: Cute.

Masamune: I got her a new set of brushes so she can sketch her new haori designs!

Ieyasu: That’s such a stupid gift.

Masamune: Uh-huh, coming from the guy clutching a pink hair clip behind his back.

Ieyasu [flustered]: This! No-! This is- for... for Wasabi!! (`ー´)

Misuhide [smirking]: So cute.

Nobunaga: Ninja, what did you get her?

Sasuke [winks blinks]: I got her the usual, a bag of ground spikes. These are special though, they’re reinforced. What did you get her?

Nobunaga [scoffs]: I will give her the whole of Japan.

Sasuke [sighs longingly]: I wish Nobunaga would dedicate Japan to me.

Yukimura: I got her a pair of socks. With the way she runs around, her socks are probably very worn out.

Sasuke: Oh, Yukimura...

Shingen: He’s got a long way to go...

Yukimura: What?! What did you get her, Kenshin?

Kenshin: I got her my heart.

Kenshin: *Raises sword to chest*

Yukimura: WOW WOW WOW STOP!!!

Kenshin: Just joking, I got her sake cups so she can drink with me.

Shingen: I’m interested in knowing what the snake got her.

Mitsuhide: If you want to know what I got her, you should tell me what you got her first.

Shingen: True. Well I got her some really high quality fabric I saw her looking at the other day.

Mitsuhide [turns away]: Okay, cool.

Shingen: ????

Shingen: You’re not gonna tell me?

Mitsuhide [holding a scarf under his coat]: Nah, it’s getting cold, I’m going inside. ╮(︶▽︶)╭

Shingen: Rude.

Nobunaga: Hideyoshi, what did you get her?

Hideyoshi: Mitsunari and I got her a set. I got her earrings

Mitsunari: I got her a matching bracelet. I hope she’ll like them!

Kennyo: I think I hear her coming!

Nobunaga: To your positions!

Oda Forces: Yes!

Uesugi-Takeda Alliance: Don’t tell me what to-

*MC enters*

All: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! ☆*:.｡. ＼(≧▽≦)／ .｡.:*☆

#ikesen #nobunaga oda #Takeda Shingen #toyotomi hideyoshi #Ishida Mitsunari #Kennyo #uesugi kenshin #Sasuke Sarutobi #Akechi Mitsuhide #masamune date #Tokugawa Ieyasu #yukimura sanada #oda forces #uesugi-takeda forces #anime #otome #jgjmk4-2

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kawaiiisakura · 3 years

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Technoblade x Reader

TW: Angst

You were always known as the happy-go-lucky person, and this caused some people to take advantage. Your thoughts flash back to Dream. He isolated you from all of your friends and spread nasty rumors about you. He pretended he was your only friend, while you were always confused as to why your best of friends now hated you. You always hung around with Dream, even when you were questioning what you both were doing. Why were you both making stacks and stacks of TNT? But Dream made you laugh and had been there through your worst, so you dropped your questions within seconds. Dream himself had even said that he loved you, and you said you loved him too.

If only you had noticed the malicious smirk on his face.

He had been using you to destroy L'manberg. Your home. The help and resources you had been giving him gave him all the resources he needed to obliterate the small nation within seconds. You remember crying as you realized what happened. Dream had come to you and smiled. But his smile was filled with malice. He explained how you had helped him do this, how you were the villain, how no one would ever like you anymore.

And then he had knocked you out.

You woke up on a soft white bed. Your wounds were mostly healed, but the throbbing sensation in your head still lingered. You didn't know where you were, and when you looked out, all you saw was snow. You started crying to yourself. You remembered the moments that had occurred before. There were withers around you as Dream talked to you.

You are the villain. This is all your fault. L'manberg is gone because of you.

"It's all my fault," you muttered to yourself while tiny streams of tears flowed down your cheek, the salt burning in your scarred flesh.

You suddenly felt a large hand place itself on your shoulder. You hear a deep, monotone voice speaking.

Speaking to you.

"It's not your fault, Y/N," the voice said. You looked up and saw a tall man crouching down to meet your face. He was probably 7 feet tall. Covering the upper part of his face was a boar head. He was wearing a white shirt and brown pants, and on his shoulders, was a red cloak. You looked at his face again, and then at his head. He was wearing a crown.

It was Technoblade.

You looked up at him with watery eyes, and hugged him. You gripped onto him like you were holding onto a rope that was preventing you from falling any further. You didn't care who he was or what he could do. You just wanted someone to actually be there for you.

He tensed up for a second before accepting it and rubbing circles on your back to calm you down. He wasn't one for physical affection, but you had done something to him. Something about seeing you getting taken advantage of, something about your kindness, something about your innocence, had broken him. He could relate to a personality like that in the far past.

He knew how you felt, because he had been taken advantage as well.

You pulled away after a minute and looked up at him. He was staring at you. But there was understanding in his eyes, not deceit, evil, or maliciousness. He understood you.

After that moment, Techno agreed to train you in exchange for helping around the place. In the mornings, he would train you in combat. In the afternoons, you would spend your time gathering resources for the house. Wood, ores, ender pearls, etc. Sometimes, you would patrol the area to make sure that where you were was truly a secret.

On the evenings, he would train your endurance. You would both go on runs in the forest. Sometimes, you played games of tag, where the winner got the other's dessert for the day.

Other times, you both ran from opposite sides of the forest. The goal was to find the other and hunt them down. The first couple of times, he had beat you within seconds. A smug smirk would always be on his face as he tackled you to the ground and held his sword to your neck. You always scoffed, but he never let you go until you accepted defeat.

But after his extensive training, you started winning games. And you never let them go. He always looked annoyed when you won, but deep down, he felt a sense of pride. He was proud of you. You had learned to defeat one of the strongest people on the server within a couple of months, and it always brought a smile on his face, though he never showed it to anyone. You had been at a size disadvantage, yet you could still beat someone like him.

After the training sessions, you and he would just talk while eating dinner. For the first couple of weeks, he helped you get over Dream. He would explain the methods of manipulation he used to get you to bend to his will. He had explained that everything that went down wasn't your fault, and he gave you a shoulder to cry on.

In those weeks, you also got to know Techno.

You didn't realize that only Philza, his dad, was the only other person who knew about the things he told you.

He also got to know a little about you too, though he already knew most of what you told him. He had seen your kindness many times before when he had business in the Dream SMP.

Eventually, you had proved you were capable of intense physical combat and fighting with weapons, and you were filled with pride. You would still be as kind as you could, but you could take on anyone if you had to. It made you smile.

You were currently humming to yourself as you were making dinner for the both of you when you heard the door open behind you.

"Yes Techno?" you said. You both had become very close during those few months, and you could sense each other before you even interacted.

"When you're done, I need you to come outside," he muttered. You turn around and look at Technoblade, but he was leaning on the frame of the door and looking down at the floor while kicking some rock over and over again.

"A- are you ok?" you ask him. He had never acted this nervous before. Even if he was good at hiding his expressions, his aura always gave it away.

"I'm fine. Just finish what you are doing quickly, I have something to discuss with you," he says again. He seems to go back to normal, and his aura changes back to its usual calmness.

"Ok, I'll be done soon," you respond. You were thinking about why Techno had been so nervous to talk to you. Was something going on? Had you done something? You had trusted Techno to tell you what was going on back in the SMP since you were still afraid of going back after the... things that had happened. Your mind flashes back to Dream, but you shake your head and take a deep breath. That was 3 months ago. You are fine Y/N. Just finish cooking dinner and then go and talk to Techno. If something is up, he will let you know.

You finished cooking the food and set it on the table. You grab your axe on the way out. You always carried your sword and trident with you, and Techno did the same. The axe was powerful, but you could attack quicker with your sword and trident. Plus, it made you feel safe.

As you walk out, you see Technoblade standing at the edge of the forest, practicing some of the dagger tricks you could do. He was getting pretty good, but he still messed up some parts, and sometimes it didn't come naturally. You quietly laughed to yourself. You thought he was pretty cute, but you never told him. You know how he would react if you did. Techno notices you walking towards him and puts his dagger away. He waits until you come closer to him to talk.

"Hey, so what's up?" you ask him. You were curious to see what the anarchist would want to discuss.

"Follow me. I want to discuss this in a more discrete location," Technoblade says. You hesitate, looking at him with a bit of suspicion. His eyes widen and he talks again.

"I'm going to do anything to you, I promise. If I wanted to, I would have already done it by now," he says, a bit of nervousness in his voice. You sigh and follow him.

You walk for minutes until you reach a ledge overlooking L'manberg. Surrounding it are majestic-looking trees and flowers of all colors. You gasp softly. It was breathtaking. Never had you seen anything so beautiful before. The mix of colors in the sky made it all the more beautiful.

"Techno, this is beautiful... but what did you want to talk about?" you ask hesitantly.

Techno sighs.

"Y/N. I brought you here because I wanted to tell you that I like you," he says, his voice laced with nervousness. It causes you to smile a little, but you wanted to clarify before you gave your answer.

"So, you love me?" you tease, but a hint of seriousness there in your voice.

You hear Technoblade murmur a "yes" as quietly as he could. Your smile becomes larger, and you hug him tightly. He hugs you back, though after a couple moments. He was stunned and in awe at the same time, though you hadn't said your answer yet.

"I love you too idiot," you say. You feel his entire body relax, and he places his chin on your forehead. You stay like that for what seems like hours, both of you caressing the source of your love and warmth. You both were smiling, knowing that no one could ever take this moment away from you.

1700+ words :)

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“I watched you from the walls for years, you really can’t embarrass yourself further in front of me.” With Scott Lang please :)

“I watched you from the walls for years, you really can’t embarrass yourself further in front of me.”

yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes A THOUSAND TIMES YES

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Times were tough at the Lang residence. Scott wasn’t allowed to leave the house, his daughter was only allowed to visit on weekends, and worst of all, he worried about his future. How could an ex-con like him find work again? How could he possibly put behind everything he had been through in Germany? Often times, he sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, TV off, staring blankly at the wall.

Other times, he danced.

He wasn’t very good at it, but hey, who was watching? Scott would rev up his ever-growing 80s playlist, crank his speakers up to ten and let his arms flail and his legs go wild. For an hour and forty-six minutes, he would dance and sing and act out fight scenes he had choreographed in his head until he was just about ready to pass out.

Today was an especially stressful day. Cassie was sick and didn’t want to come, so for the first Saturday afternoon in a while, Scott was alone. There really wasn’t anything good on TV, and he had a nightmare the night before. If the good vibes wouldn’t come to him, he would make them himself.

He was maybe an hour into the playlist when he closed his eyes, spun around on one socked foot, struck a pose, and opened his eyes to the most confusing sight he had ever seen.

You were, in a word, fascinated with this human. For whatever reason, he never left the house anymore, which made borrowing close to impossible, but he was boisterous and goofy and just the right amount of weird. Eating cereal and crying at black and white Spanish movies at 10 p.m. was not normal human behavior, but it was normal for this one.

The dancing was especially entertaining. It was like a free show every day. The music was catchy and you had learned the words. Sometimes, you even danced with him. You discovered this crack in the old wood that allowed you to sit in its threshold and observe the human.

You were so caught up in the music that when Scott’s eyes landed on you, it took you a few seconds to realize what was going on.

Though Scott was staring right at you, he still couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. A tiny person? In his house? He squinted — no, it wasn’t Hank or Hope. They didn’t appear to be wearing a suit, either. Just some makeshift clothing. Was this a new Avenger with shrinking powers, sent to spy on him? Was it the government?

For some reason, you weren’t very scared. Years of watching the human from afar told you that he was a very relaxed person. He wasn’t overly excitable and didn’t seem to have a malicious bone in his body. You certainly didn’t mean to be seen, but it also didn’t seem like the worst possible thing that could have happened. It almost felt inevitable.

Scott stared at you, mouth agape and a thousand thoughts swirling around his mind like a hurricane. He realized he was still stuck in a ridiculous pose, so he put his arms back to his side and straightened himself. He should have figured there were real-life tiny people. Why else would Hank want to build shrinking technology?

You were staring back, mouth also agape and equally fascinated by what was in front of you. But Scott didn’t think you’d break the ice, so it was up to him.

“Um... hi,” Scott said, awkwardly giving a small wave. “What are you doing in my house?”

You tilted your head. For a human, he didn’t seem to be very surprised at what he was seeing. You lifted your arm and grabbed onto the wood for support as you spoke up. “Uh... I live here.”

“You live here? Last time I checked, I live here. Oh, no, they didn’t take my house away, did they?”

“What?” you blurted. “Who’s they?”

“Woo didn’t send you here, did he?”

“Woo? Woo who?”

“Jeez, you don’t need to act so excited about it.”

“Hold up!” you yelled, throwing your hands up. Scott pressed his lips together. “What... what are you talking about?”

“You’re government, aren’t you? Here to keep tabs on me, make sure I’m not breaking the Accords?”

“Government?” You blinked in disbelief. “You think I work for the government?”

“Well...” Scott started to attempt an explanation, but couldn’t really find one. “Why else would you be here?”

“I told you. I live here.”

“...so you’re not government.”

“Oh brother,” you mumbled to yourself, taking an exasperated seat. “Um. No?”

“...You wouldn’t happen to be an Avenger, would you?”

“An Avenger? Am I missing something here?”

“Well excuse me for trying to come up with an explanation as to why there’s someone sitting on my wall who’s two inches tall!”

“Hey, I’m four inches, thank you very much,” you scoffed.

Scott ran a hand through his hair. This wasn’t going very well at all. You sighed and took a breath. You could understand why he’d be so flustered.

“No, I’m not government. Or an Avenger. I’m just... a regular borrower.”

Scott stared at you blankly, trying to piece together what a borrower could be, before it dawned on him and his eyes went wide. “Oh wow. You’re really just that small!”

“I didn’t think that was even in question.”

“Gosh, sorry, that’s really embarrassing of me.” He let out a laugh. “An Avenger. What was I thinking?”

His laugh made you laugh. “I watched you from the walls for years, you really can’t embarrass yourself further in front of me.”

“Oh, trust me, I’ve done a lot of embarrassing things in my life. Being put in a maximum security prison’s definitely up there. I’m used to small jails, you know?”

You gave him a quizzical stare.

“This ankle monitor is pretty bad, too, though I— wait a second. Did you say you’ve been watching me for years? ”

You gulped. You thought he either didn’t hear that part or didn’t care.

“I—um, I mean, I was just — I was speaking metaphorically—”

Scott’s expression immediately softened. “Woah, hey, I’m not mad!” He realized he was gazing down at you, and he lowered himself ever so slightly to be at your eye level. Now, he could see the way you gripped the wall protectively. “I’m just... confused. What do you mean you’ve watched me from the walls?”

“It means I live in your walls!” you cried, not realizing how shaky your voice had gotten. You steadied your breathing before continuing. “That’s what borrowers do. We live in the walls of houses.”

“Like mice?”

You sniffed a laugh. “Yes, like mice. Which I help keep away from here, mind you. When was the last time you saw a mouse around here?”

“Oh, gosh, I can’t even remember. Years ago.” You smirked and raised your eyebrow, and once it clicked, Scott’s eyes lit up.

“That’s so cool!” Scott smiled. You knew he was a quirky human, but even you were a bit surprised at how nonchalant he was being. “Do you use those little toothpicks that look like a sword?”

“There are toothpicks that look like swords?”

“Oh yeah!” Scott grinned. “They’d be perfectly your size, actually.”

“Huh. Y’know, that might actually be helpful to shoo away beetles and spiders.”

Scott grimaced. He had gotten used to ants, but spiders is where he drew the line. “Oh, gross.”

“It’s just a part of the job,” you shrugged. There was an awkward pause before you spoke again. “I, um. I’m sorry for startling you.”

“No, no,” Scott shook his head, “I’m sorry for making you listen to the same music all the time!”

“No, it’s fine, I... I actually kinda like it,” you blushed. “Usually, borrowers keep themselves hidden. Most humans aren’t as... entertaining as you.”

Scott smiled, not even realizing that maybe that wasn’t a compliment. It felt exhilarating just to have a face-to-face conversation with someone who wasn’t his family or was legally obligated to talk to him.

“You wanna come to the living room?” he asked suddenly. You furrowed your brow. “It’ll be more comfortable than sitting on that ledge.”

“Well, I can’t exactly sit on the couch,” you said slowly, meekly gesturing at yourself with your head.

“You can sit on the table, it’s fine! I’ve got snacks.”

“Snacks...” you repeated. Even though this went against every single borrower code you knew of, it felt stupid to pass up this offer. If the human wasn’t going to hurt you, then why not make him your ally?

“Sure, why not,” you said finally, standing up. Scott couldn’t help but stare at you in awe.

“Here,” he said, standing back up to his full height and sticking his hand out in front of you. “I can carry you there!”

“Oh...” you said, staring at the hand hesitantly. “I can just walk, you know—”

“Psh! That’ll take too long. Trust me.” You didn’t know why he would know anything about that, but frankly, his weird choice of words was the last thing on your mind. Scott took notice. “Oh, you’re... sorry, I didn’t mean to assume. It’s just right across the hall, we don’t have to go far at all. It’ll be fine.”

You gave him a skeptical look, but at this point, you didn’t have much of a choice. This is what you wanted, anyway.

“I guess this is the one drawback,” you muttered, keeping a firm grip on the wall as you lowered yourself onto his palm. “Humans can’t take no for an answer.”

“What was that?”

“Oh, uh, I—I said. Quite the view from up here.”

“Hah, yeah, I know!”

There it is again, you thought. That weird choice of words.

The trip to the living room was, as promised, short. You were only in his hand for about 15 seconds before you hopped off onto the familiar sight of the coffee table. The bowl of peanuts and candy was filled to the brim, as usual, but you supposed you should act like you’ve never been here before.

“So,” Scott said, reaching into the bowl and popping some M&M’s into his mouth before flopping onto the couch. “What’s your name? I bet you already know mine.”

“I’m (Y/n),” you said, eyeing the bowl. “Can I...”

“Oh, go ahead!” Scott smiled. He watched in delight as you grabbed a peanut that was larger than a football. You bit into it like an apple, and Scott could hardly suppress his grin.

“This is amusing for you?” you asked with a smirk. Scott immediately shook his head, but the smile was still present. “Yeah, I guess I probably look hilariously small to you.”

“Well... only a little.” Scott leaned back into the couch cushion. “So you’ve really been inside my walls this whole time and I had no idea?”

“Yup,” you said with a mouthful of peanut. “Been here for a long time.”

“How do you even live? Eat? Bathe?!”

You turned your gaze to the table. “You won’t like the answer.”

Scott thought about it for a moment, but it didn’t take long for him to connect the dots. “Oh. Oh.”

“Yeah,” you blushed. “But it’s either take crumbs off your counter or starve, so. I choose not to starve.”

“Well, you’re welcome to have dinner with me from now on. I cook just for myself anyway, it’ll be nice to have some company.”

“About that... why are you here all the time? You used to only be here at night.”

Scott sighed deeply. “It’s a long story.”

He seemed uncharacteristically upset about that, so you cleared your throat and pivoted back to what he was saying before. “You’d really let me eat with you?”

“Sure, why not?” Scott seemed genuinely surprised that you would even ask.

“I mean, this has gotta seem a little... weird to you, does it not? In fact, I — well, there are a lot of stories about humans discovering borrowers, and they’re not often pleasant. You... you don’t really seem to care.”

Scott pursed his lips. “That’s another long story.”

“Oh.” Jeez, what is up with this guy?

“I mean, if you’ve really been... in my walls all this time...” He shuddered before continuing. “Then you know how lonely it’s been around here. Heck, it probably gets really lonely all by yourself in the walls, too.”

You nodded.

“Well, I’ve got a lot of questions for you, and I know you’ve got a lot for me... I won’t force you to stay if you don’t want to, but I think — it might be nice to get to know each other, right?”

You gave Scott an almost incredulous look. Maybe all those human tales were just old folk stories of days past, meant to scare children into staying close to home. You were hardly nervous that Scott had any malicious intent. You just almost couldn’t believe this was happening.

“What about your daughter? Isn’t she supposed to be coming this weekend? I’d rather her, uh, not see me.”

Scott sat up a bit. “You know about Cassie?”

“Um. Lived here for years, remember?”

“Right, right. Uh, n-no, no, she’s sick, she’s not coming. Huh.” Scott shook his head. “Wow. You must know, like, everything about me, then.”

Your face flushed red. “I mean, yes and no. I don’t just sit and stare at you to pass the time. It’s-it’s actually pretty strange for me too. We’re not supposed to talk to humans. It’s kind of the big number one rule.”

“What normally happens?”

“Well.” You paused, looking up at Scott’s expectant face. It was hard to hold eye contact, and your gaze flickered back to the table. “It’s a long story.”

Scott huffed a laugh. “I get it. Looks like we both have our own baggage.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Look, if you wanna... go back into that hole in the wall, you can. I told you, I won’t make you stay. But the offer is always there. I’m probably just gonna order a pizza tonight. You ever had pizza?”

You pursed your lips. Should you really be telling him all the things you’ve stolen from right under his nose?

Scott sighed. Maybe this wasn’t the weirdest thing for him, but he knew he couldn’t say the same for you. Your sideways glances had grown increasingly nervous ever since he brought you to the living room. You carried yourself well, but it was clear you were uneasy about all of this.

Wordlessly, Scott placed his hand down in front of you. He frowned when you winced at it.

“It’s quicker if I just bring you back,” he said sheepishly.

You picked your half-eaten peanut off the table and cleared your throat. “I-I’m sorry. I think I underestimated how odd this would feel. You... you’re just, really different than the human I lived with growing up. In a good way.”

Scott smiled weakly. “Just wait ‘til you get to know me.”

You laughed as you climbed onto his hand. You sat down for balance as he stood up, unable to take his eyes off you. You stared straight ahead as he took the short journey back, and in a few moments, you were right back where you started.

Staring at each other.

“Well (Y/n), it was nice—”

“You know,” you said, raising your voice to cut him off. “I have had pizza before. But I’ve never tried ice cream.”

Scott gasped. “Never had ice cream?! Lucky for you, I’ve got some chocolate in the freezer— oh. Oh! You... you want to have some dessert later?”

You smiled amusingly. “You catch on quick.”

“Yeah, it’s a specialty of mine,” Scott said, stretching his arms in the air. “Gosh, it’s already 7:30. How about ice cream at 9?”

“I, uh, don’t have a clock with me,” you admitted. “Why don’t you just... knock when you’re ready?”

Scott chuckled. “Knocking on the walls to my own house? People’ll start to think I’m crazy.”

You blinked at Scott, Scott blinked at you, and you both burst out laughing. For a moment, you forgot that Scott was a hundred feet tall and he forgot you could fit in his palm. It shouldn’t have been that funny, but it was. It all was.

Scott wiped a tear from his eye and sighed. “Oh, man. Okay. I should order before they close. See you soon?”

You smiled. In between the bad jokes, the awkward silences and the fits of laugher, you decided all this weirdness was worth it.

“Yeah. See you soon, Scott.”

#scott is the nonchalant KING #just so easy to launch into conversation with #nothing like two people who think they should be feeling weird who dont actually feel all that weird #this is all just one big excuse for me to practice dialogue #obwrites #marvel g/t

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