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kingdom come - iii

king König x princess & assassin reader

2nd person, no y/n, she/her pronouns, afab reader, romance, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, kind of age gap because König has been king for a good chunk of time but it's not really much of a factor, fantasy/medieval setting

7.7k words

tw: explicit smut, animal death, mentions of child death, violence, mild body horror, ableist language (use of the word "cripple")

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"I'm not going to sleep with you." -quote from woman who is about to sleep with him

There’s a portrait of a woman in your room.

Of course, König offered to have it removed or replaced, but you’ve procrastinated the decision because you never thought you would be here long enough for it to matter. Yet here you are, staring up at this lovely young woman on the wall.

You tilt your head, studying her. Her expression is neutral, almost pensive, but the artist captured a playful sparkle in her eyes, as if she’s keeping some sweet secret.

It’s the first queen, of course. König’s first wife. The one who died many years ago. It’s strange that after so long, he hasn’t gotten rid of the portrait.

What happened to you? you wonder. If someone had asked what you thought when you first arrived here, you would have said, without hesitation, that König had her killed. All your life, you had been taught that he and his father were evil, unfeeling tyrants. Now, this conviction has wavered.

You keep trying to tell yourself that it’s ridiculous, to be thinking better of his character. You only ever wanted to know him better to kill him. But the more you understand about what makes him tick, the less you think that he would do such a thing. Perhaps it’s true, then, that she died in childbirth.

Your eyes travel all over the portrait, poring over every detail of her features. Did you know him? Did you understand him? Did you love him?

Did he love you?

What did that feel like?

“Good. You haven’t left yet.” Calliope comes into the room, bustling with energy even before the sun comes up. You don’t know how she does it.

“We’re about to.”

“That’s why I’m here.” You notice she’s wearing gloves, but more importantly, she’s holding a necklace: a silvery chain with a small, intricate pendant. Vine-shaped pieces of metal hold a white, almost clear jewel in place, its various facets reflecting the candlelight in vivid colors.

“Jewelry? I’m going to be living in the woods for the next few weeks,” you tease as she lowers the necklace over your head. It does look quite durable, but you’re not exactly dressing for a costume ball here.

“Consider it a reminder that I await your safe return,” Calliope responds, securing the necklace behind your neck. “Look at it and remember me. You’re not to do anything reckless out there, am I understood?”

“Understood.” You give her a soft smile as she arranges the necklace on your collarbones. You’re grateful for the gift: though she can’t come with you, a small piece of her will always remain with you.

“Good. And don’t let that handsome husband of yours distract you and get yourself killed.”

“Calliope! What happened to ‘something’s not right with him’?”

“That doesn’t mean he isn’t handsome!”

You snort and roll your eyes, but there’s a smile on your face.

You used to think that living in König’s home already exposed you to an exhausting amount of the man. As it turns out, going on a journey with him is even worse.

There’s nobody else to talk to, nowhere to run or put distance between you two when he frustrates you. It’s not so bad for the first few days: the towns surrounding the capital are still populated enough to provide some respite from him. But once the two of you have made your way outside the bounds of civilization, it doesn’t take long for things to become stilted and awkward.

“You’ve been awfully quiet since we left the last town.”

“I don’t feel talkative.”

“Really? I’m out of my mind with boredom right now. Come, you’re not in the mood to get to know each other a little?”

You give him a look. “What else is there to know? I’ve lived with you for several months.”

“But we don’t talk.” König nudges his horse to walk closer to yours. König is such a large man, his horse is massive too: comically so, next to your normal one. You let out a sigh.

“There’s nothing to know about me.”

“I doubt that. All I know about you is you’re a princess trained to be an assassin. ‘Your whole life’, according to yourself,” he says with a touch of mocking.

You purse your lips, determined not to let him get under your skin. “There’s nothing else to know.”

“Truly? Nothing about what you like?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like…your favorite food. Or hobby.”

“Hobby? …I suppose I spend a lot of time at target practice.”

“That’s not a hobby.”

“It’s relaxing to hone my skills.”

He gives you an amused look. “You remind me of myself as a young man.”

Something about that irks you. “We’re nothing alike.”

“I used to have the same mindset as you, at least. I held one objective in my mind and didn’t seek purpose outside of it.”

“I…”

As much as you loathe to admit it, he’s right. You have been focused on one objective your whole life. If you probe deeper, you can’t remember having any friends outside of Calliope, nor any interests outside of the curriculum your father set for you. “It wasn’t as bleak as you seem to think it was.”

“Oh?”

“It’s not like I never had fun. I had my own way of finding it.”

“Such as?”

“Well, when my training progress stalled, I’d be sent to bed without dinner. Naturally. I eventually learned how to climb out of my window at night and go foraging in the woods for something to eat.” A smile curls your lips as you reminisce. “Eventually I even worked my way up to hunting—little things, like squirrels. I spent many a cozy little evening cooking for myself over a fire.”

You turn to find an abject look of horror on König face. “What? What’s wrong? Is there danger?” You turn around to scan your surroundings, but nothing immediately jumps out at you.

“No. No danger. I just…he sent you to bed with an empty stomach so many times you learned how to crawl out of your room and hunt squirrels to eat?”

You blink at him. “You’ve never had squirrel before?”

He looks scandalized. “Of course I have! That is not the issue with what you just said.”

You shrug. “It was important discipline. Besides, it gave me hunting experience at a young age. Squirrels are hard to skin, but I could do it in twelve seconds flat if you gave me one now.”

König looks like he wants to say more, but instead he looks up at the sky. “We should make camp soon.”

“Is it that time already?”

“It needs to be set up before it gets dark. We should also start hunting while it’s light out—not all of us can catch things in the dark, squirrel-girl.”

“Hey!”

Later, you’re both chewing on a rabbit when he speaks.

“You know, when you said you wanted to travel with me, I was quite concerned.”

“Yes, I know. You didn’t think I was capable of handling myself.”

“Not just that. I was worried you would be…unaccustomed to living rough.”

“You thought I would be a spoiled princess.”

“I wouldn’t have put it that way, but yes.”

You snort. “Well, now you know. I can handle myself in the outdoors.” You toss the rabbit bones you’ve just picked clean into a small hole dug into the dirt. When you leave, you’ll cover it with dirt to prevent predators from smelling the remains and following you on your journey.

“You want the other leg?” you ask. König seems startled, for some reason.

“You caught this one.”

“Yes, but you’re bigger than me. You need the food.” You reach up to pluck a leaf from a nearby tree and wipe your hands. Rabbits sure are greasy…

There’s a strange look in König’s eye as he regards you. You raise an eyebrow at him in response. “What?”

“…nothing.” He reaches for the rabbit while you shrug and walk off to find some water. The back of your neck prickles as you go, as if his stare is physically touching you.

You can’t stand to be near him nowadays, and you don’t know why.

Of course, you have no choice but to. There’s a tension that feels weighty, forbidden. You know he can tell, because he’s been more cautious around you, giving you as much space as he can afford to. Somehow, that irritates you even more.

Tonight, the two of you are camping in a dense, thick part of the forest not far from a road. It’s quiet, secluded: even the usual soundscape of ambient animal noises is silent.

The fire crackles and pops as you stare into the flames, as if you’ll find any answers in it. Instead, the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as König returns from washing himself in a nearby stream, approaching you from behind.

“This won’t work if you’re constantly upset with me for some unknown reason.”

You don’t turn to look at him, though some invisible force compels you. “Why? Because it makes you uncomfortable?”

“I’m worried about your comfort too, you know. If you just told me what I’ve done wrong, then we can resolve it before it breeds resentment.”

“I’m just stressed.” Everything he does or says seems to irritate you nowadays, but you know in your heart of hearts that it’s not his fault. It’s your own problem—you assume camping outdoors for so long has taken its toll on your psyche.

He frowns at you, but doesn’t pry any further. You can’t help but watch as he walks around to the other side of the fire, drying his hair with his shirt. God, he is a work of art: all chiseled muscles and glowing skin. Your eyes travel down his torso, drawn by the line of his abs, down to the happy trail leading to the slightly askew waist of his trousers.

“You’re drooling, princess.”

Your eyes snap back up to his face. His eyes are dancing with mirth as he realizes he’s just caught you ogling him. You make a face at him, but it only makes him laugh. “Was not.”

“Incorrect answer. You should have attempted to strike at my ego. Now I know you were looking.”

“I think I’m just being driven mad by spending so much time alone with you in the woods.”

“I know several ways to drive you mad, sweetling.”

You slouch against a tree, your face hot—and not from the fire. In a blink, he’s standing before you, with a gleeful expression on his face like he’s just discovered a cure for dropsy.

“I know what’s making you sour as vinegar. You need to be fucked.”

You bury your face in your hands, unable to look at him. “I thought we had moved past this,” you groan, trying to ignore your rapidly quickening heartbeat.

“What, your ever-growing carnal lust for me?”

“You being a pervert.”

“I’ve never made a secret of it. You, however…” You suck in a startled breath as he leans down, trapping you against the tree just like he had the day you sparred with him. “You’ve been denying yourself.”

Your breath is ragged as he looks you in the eye, the tension between the two of you as taut as a bowstring. A familiar sense of panic rises in you, the same way you feel every time he’s close to you like this. Before, you thought it was because it felt dangerous to be so close to your enemy. Now, you’re second-guessing yourself.

“So what if I have?” you mumble.

“There’s an easy way to fix that.”

“…The last time you had me in this position, you were threatening me.”

He tilts his head slightly, a wicked gleam in his eye. “You don’t feel threatened now?”

You don’t respond immediately, and heavens forbid, he takes it as hesitancy, his demeanor instantly transforming. “One word. One word, and we will never speak of this again. But if you tell me you want this, I will fuck you senseless.”

“Yes,” you whisper, and his lips on are on yours.

It’s a strange sensation, considering half of your mouth is pressed against the cold, smooth surface of his mask. You don’t even ask him about removing it—it’s become a part of him in your mind. And maybe part of you even finds the mystery of it alluring.

You all but melt into the kiss, against him. It’s different, everything is different than that first awkward kiss from when you were younger. It makes you ache, makes you long for him in a way you’ve never wanted someone before.

You have to separate to breathe, but your reluctance to break apart from him is clear by the way you chase his face with yours. He laughs at you, but it’s not condescending at all. It settles in your chest, warm like honey.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” you murmur.

“Luckily for you, you’re in good hands.” It’s the cockiness in his voice that does you in, what makes you let go and give yourself over to him.

You feel flustered, awkward, and like the least desirable creature on earth, but he looks at you like he wants to devour you. Like there’s nothing else he wants more than to have you right now.

“You can trust me,” he says softly. You try to respond, but suddenly find you’ve gone mute. All you can manage is a small nod.

To your surprise, he lowers his mouth to your neck. You gasp, a full-body shiver running through you as he kisses you there, sucking and nipping at you as he goes. “W-wait, I’m—”

“Sensitive? I can tell.” You squeak as he continues to lavish you with attention, his fingers trailing down the front of your torso to undo your pants. His movements are deliberate but slow, giving you plenty of opportunity to stop him. But of course, you don’t.

You let out a quick little breath as he finds his way to your pussy, his deep chuckle reverberating against your throat. “You’re so wet…did I do that to you, liebling?”

You’re about to respond, but instead let out a sharp gasp as he dips a finger into your pussy. “How are you ever going to take me into this tight little hole of yours…” he taunts.

Oh, God, you hadn’t even thought about that. Your mind flashes back to your wedding night, and the first time you tried to kill him. You had mostly been shocked by his audacity, but only now do you recall how big he had felt between your thighs.

He’s gentle with you at first, patiently stretching you open as you whine and beg in his arms. You just about sob when he finally pays your clit attention, circling it with his thumb, and in what seems like no time at all, you’re cumming, hard.

“That didn’t take long at all,” he says with that awful smirk of his.

“Th-that’s not fair,” you stammer. “You know…”

“I’m only teasing you.” He presses a quick kiss to your forehead as you come down, shivering with pleasure.

He makes you cum twice with just his hand. Your legs are trembling by the time the two of you properly get undressed. You’re soft and pliable, helpless putty in his hands as he lines the tip of his cock at your entrance.

“Ready, liebe?” he asks.

“That is not going to fit,” you say, eyes wide and fearful. There’s absolutely no way, you think, staring down the absurdly thick and long monster between his legs.

“Trust me, remember? We’ll take it slow,” he reassures you. You bite your lip and nod, giving him the go-ahead to sink into you.

Instantly, you realize that no matter how well König could have prepared you, there was no chance that it would have been enough to ready you for the stretch of him. You feel like you can hardly breathe as he splits you in half with his cock, your mouth dropping open in a wordless cry.

“Fuck, you are tight,” he groans, but he keeps his promise to go slow, feeding himself inch by inch inside you until he’s sitting snug up against your cervix.

The two of you stay there, suspended in a moment in time, connected to each other in the most intimate way two people can be. It makes your head spin, makes you dizzy with the sensation of his body pressed against yours.

You nod, and he starts to move.

If you had thought before that his fingers felt good inside you, then his cock is something else. The delicious stretch of him is almost electrifying, and you wonder how you went all your life without it.

All you can do is let him take control—you don’t have the presence mind to do anything but hold onto him, gasping and moaning. He’s all around you, above you, inside you, and it feels like nothing else in the world matters, or that there is a world other than König, König, König.

Your third orgasm surprises you, waves of pleasure flowing through you as you cry out, your pussy sucking him in as if it wants him to stay inside forever. That’s what seemingly pushes him over the edge too, a string of expletives bursting from him as he floods you with his cum.

You’re limp and weak, all but purring as he shifts to lay next to you and pulls you into his chest.

“You are sweet when underneath me like this,” he purrs.

You swat him in the chest, but it must feel no heavier than being hit by a branch, because he just laughs.

“There’s no reason to be shy now. I’ve seen everything at this point.” You pout at him—something that only seems to bring him delight, because he pulls you in for a kiss.

“This isn’t how I wanted to take you the first time,” he says, a hint of shame in his tone.

Your heart twinges with affection. This isn’t how you imagined your first time, either, but the idea of him wanting you so badly he thought about it beforehand, fantasized about it even…“I’ve slept in trees before, this is nothing,” you reassure him.

He shoots you a concerned look. “You continue to share alarming events from your childhood.”

You sleep together that night, curled up against him with your legs tangled with his. He falls asleep first, the slight rumble of his chest as he sleeps against your cheek. You lay awake a little while longer, watching him, breathing him in. Now, you have no choice but to be confronted with the truth that you’ve been refusing to acknowledge this whole time.

You don’t hate him anymore. You don’t even dislike him now. And you certainly don’t want to kill him.

On one hand, things are easier. Crossing the line feels more like having torn down a wall, with no more need for pretense. On the other, König is somehow even more insufferable than before. Or perhaps insatiable is a better word for it. You go from having daily sexual tension with him to daily sex, period.

It’s like the floodgates have opened. He’s always loved to tease you, but it gets a hundred times worse now that he knows just how to make your cheeks feel warm.

“I was thinking…” he muses one night as you cuddle by the fire. “You may have to start riding on my horse.”

“Don’t I already do that?” you ask, sleepily playing with his hair.

He snorts. “Your susceptibility to my corrupting influence is truly something to marvel at.”

“You’ve been enacting psychological warfare on me for months.”

“Anyhow, as I was saying.”

“Your horse is quite large, but I don’t think it could handle me astride it as well.”

“Well. Certainly something else that’s large could handle that…”

You sigh. “Get to the point.”

“It’s becoming quite distracting, watching you moving up and down with the horse’s stride.”

“I cannot believe you. Innuendos twice in a row?”

“This is a legitimate grievance!”

“Riding on your horse would not fix the problem. Unless you plan for me to sit behind you in the saddle, which I refuse to do.”

“You’re no fun.”

You lean forward to kiss the corner of his mouth instead of responding.

Your newfound…activity, however pleasingly distracting, can’t eclipse what comes next.

The mood is somber as you arrive in the village: it’s a quiet, sleepy place, just a scattering of simple houses dotting rolling hills and one singular street lined with buildings in the center of it all.

In sharp contrast to his playful, almost jubilant mood on the road with you, König instantly snaps into his authoritative persona. It especially suits him when he puts on the hood: it makes him seem that much more intimidating and threatening. Almost inhuman.

The first order of business is to hold counsel with what passes for the leader in this tiny village: a local merchant patriarch. He’s a sturdy man in his older years, face lined with both wrinkles and scars. He must have been quite the warrior when he was young: you can tell by the way he carries himself.

He gives both of you the lay of the land, and it’s a grim predicament indeed. Herding the livestock is a job most often given to the children, as it’s a relatively safe job with less skill required than the tasks the adults take care of. That’s changed, of course, with the arrival of the beast a few weeks ago. He confirms the most gruesome details that have been brought before König by previous messengers, and it turns your stomach just to imagine it. Those poor children…

The two of you set off early the next morning, with directions from an experienced hunter who had been keeping track of the beast and reporting its movements. At first, it feels normal: just another walk in the woods with König. The solemn silence between the two of you serves as a stark reminder that this isn’t like normal—followed promptly by increasing signs of a presence in the woods. Snapped branches, giant pawprints, and worse, streaks of blood.

Then you break though into a clearing, and your blood runs cold.

The beast before you could only be described as a wolf for lack of a better descriptor. It’s monstrously large, being König’s height and half again, with all of its proportions just slightly wrong: its legs scrawny and just slightly too long for its body, the snout lean and far too sharp to fit the rest of its head. Dried old blood crusted into the fur of its muzzle and chest belies the savagery of the creature, even streaking onto the fur along its neck. And the most obvious tell-tale sign of an unnatural creature is that fur: a dark, rusty blue that shifts with impossible pinpricks of light, like the night sky is ensnared in this feral animal’s coat.

You heard its growl before you saw it. But now when it lays eyes on you and König, it opens its snout and…speaks.

“What do we have here?” The voice comes out as a broken, reedy croak, as if stretching vocal cords that haven’t been used in a long time.

Something about it raises your hackles, like your body’s responding to an ancient, ingrained fear. Fae.

“Don’t listen to anything it says.” König’s voice is suddenly soft, dangerous. “None of it is trustworthy.” Slowly, deliberately, his hand moves to his back and draws his sword.

“Ah, the boy king,” hisses the beast. “You simply couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

“You’re eating my subjects,” König responds. Your eyes flit to where his hand tightens its grip on his sword. “This is not personal.”

“But it always is, is it not?” The beast and König circle each other, like two combatants in an arena. “You are as ever driven by your past mistakes.”

“König, what is it talking about?” You feel like you’re witnessing a conversation you shouldn’t be, but you feel helpless to do anything about it. If you tried to make a move towards the beast now, it would have its jaws snapped around you in an instant.

“It’s lying, liebling. It’s what they do. It’s trying to throw you for a loop so it can catch you off guard.”

“Liebling now, is it?” The beast lets out an awful, barking laugh. “My, the two of you have come far. But not far enough, it seems.”

König gives you a quick, sidelong glance, then tilts his head back towards the beast. The message is clear. We need to distract it. I’ll keep it talking.

“From her response, it seems you’ve been keeping secrets from your lovely little bride.” The beast shakes itself, its fur puffing up to look larger and more intimidating.

“There’s nothing to keep. None of that is important.”

“I would beg to differ. And if your liebling knew what it was, she would disagree as well.”

“You know nothing about us,” König growls. Yes, you’re in a life-or-death situation right now, but the viciousness in his tone sends an excited shiver up your spine. You’re opposite König now, almost completely hidden behind the beast’s monstrous form.

“You know nothing about each other!” Before either of you can react, the beast whips around. Its glowing-white eyes are fixed on you. “Not that it matters any longer.”

You barely have time to scream before the beast is upon you.

“No!” König’s voice rings in your ears. You can feel the creature’s hot breath, its vile drool spilling onto your clothes, its teeth closing around your neck—

Time slows to a crawl, the events unfolding one after the other in sequence. The first thing you’re aware of is the beast’s roar of pain, booming deafeningly all around you. I’m inside its mouth, you think numbly. The second thing you notice is your necklace: it’s glowing red, as if the metal has become molten hot. But you don’t feel any burning sensation, just a faint tingle.

The third thing you see is König shoving himself between the two halves of the beast’s snout, physically holding it open with his body.

It’s truly an impressive sight, like watching Atlas hold up the sky. For a brief moment, all you can do is stare up at him in awe.

“What are you doing?! Get out!” he yells, and you snap back to your senses.

You roll aside out of the beast’s range, scrambling to get back on your feet. König dodges out of the way just as the jaws snap shut.

“Is that..?” the thing wheezes. You rush to help König up as it glares balefully at you. Its beady eyes focus on the pendant around your neck, narrowing in disgust.

“Calliope,” it spits. “I should have known. This bears marks of your meddling all over.”

Your blood runs cold. “What did you just say?” What does your lady in waiting have to do with this?

“You—” The beast doesn’t get a chance to finish its sentence, because König takes advantage of its consternation to stick his sword into its neck. The creature bellows in pain and lunges at König, who barely manages to dodge the strike but loses his grip on his sword in the process. The monstrous animal whips around and around, attempting to grab hold of the sword with its teeth.

“Strike, now!” König calls before promptly getting clocked in the head with the pommel of his own sword as the beast thrashes and screams.

You don’t hesitate to spring into action, unsheathing a wicked-sharp blade as long as your forearm and sprinting towards the creature. König’s left you a perfect opening: as long as the beast is trying to get ahold of the sword, its chest is wide open for attack.

You don’t waste the opportunity. With the running start, you leap forward, sinking the blade into the wolf’s chest, right where its heart lies. The long, keening wail that the beast lets out is confirmation that your blade has struck true.

You have to throw yourself into a roll to get out of the way before the massive body crashes down on top of you. It lies on the ground, its heaving breaths growing shallower by the moment, its wounds staining the ground with a faintly shimmering golden ichor. So the fae do have golden blood, just like the old legends said, you think, watching the macabre scene with stunned terror.

“Brought low by two fae-touched mortals with barely a fight…” the beast huffs. It sounds weary and resigned to its fate, strange for a creature that had seemed so deadly and menacing just moments before. “Fate is cruel.”

“Fae-touched…what do you mean?” you ask, eyes widening. “Wait! What do you mean by that?!”

The beast doesn’t respond, its chest now hardly moving with its breaths. It’s not long for the world, now.

Behind the hulking, dying animal, you spot König staggering into a standing position. “König!” You gather yourself and rush towards him.

He’s visibly unstable on his feet, swaying slightly and looking dazed. The sword must have hit him hard, because his hood has been partially torn away. Despite everything, though, you can’t see any visible blood or injuries from this angle. Until he turns.

A bloodcurdling scream tears its way out of your throat. König cringes slightly at the sound, but you can’t help yourself. The sight is terrifying.

The skin above one half of his mouth is simply gone. He has no lip, not even any flesh up to his nose. His upper teeth and gums on one half of his mouth are just exposed, giving him a grim, unnatural appearance. He looks like Death itself, resembling the skeletal depictions in the manuscripts.

You should be afraid—scratch that, you are afraid. But you realize quickly your fear is not of him, but for him.

“Did it do this to you?!” you say, panicking. You dash forward and grab ahold of his face, turning it so you can examine the injury more closely. The act seems to startle König, who simply looks down at you in confusion.

“What are we going to do? There’s no way this village has a healer who could dress this wound…” you fret. An injury on this level is almost certainly a death sentence if he doesn’t receive adequate attention immediately, and he certainly won’t last the night if you’re forced to travel by horseback again—

“Schatzi…” König grabs your hands with his and removes them from his face. “I’m fine.”

You stare at him in shock for a moment. “You—how can—you—”

He heaves a heavy sigh, as if a massive burden has been placed on his shoulders. “I’m alright. The wound is…not new.”

“How can it not be new.”

König screws his eyes shut for a moment as if trying to gather his composure. “It’s been this way since I was young. Look,” he says, touching the area with a finger. “There’s no blood.”

On closer inspection, you realize he’s right: not only is there no blood, but the skin around his mouth and nose appear to be completely healed. And not even as if it were a true wound: there’s no scarring, no uneven flesh. The skin and muscle are simply…missing.

“What…how…” You’re at a total loss for words. Since he was young? What happened? How had he survived such an injury as a child? You have a million questions, but you find yourself unable to ask any of them.

You watch him, stunned, as he walks past you towards the beast’s body. It lays completely still now, all semblance of life having fled from the corpse. With one hand on the grip and one foot braced against the beast’s body, he wrenches his sword free, then bends to pull your knife out.

“I know you must have questions,” he says, wiping the blood off of both weapons onto the wolf’s fur with a grimace, “but I can’t answer them here. Please, if I promise to explain, will you…will you wait until we’ve left the village?” He turns to look at you beseechingly.

“I…” Now that the adrenaline and initial panic is beginning to fade, your whole body feels heavy and exhausted. You don’t have the energy to be angry, or afraid, or demand an explanation now. You have no choice but to agree, nodding quietly. König seems relieved at your calm response.

“So that’s why you always wear a mask or a hood,” you say numbly as you watch him take the ruined hood off, shaking his head to get the hair out of his face. He gives you a sad, regretful look.

“I didn’t mean for you to find out this way.”

“Did you mean for me to find out at all?”

“I never meant for anyone to find out.”

The villagers throw a celebration. A modest one, to be sure, but the relief on the peoples’ faces is enough of a reward for you. You can tell König is glad to see it as well—though every time you look at his face, hidden once more behind his mask, you feel a twinge in your heart as you remember what lies underneath it.

You can’t find it in yourself to enjoy the celebrations, even as excited children and grateful parents swarm you to give their thanks. You give them all a smile and a kind word, but that’s all you can manage. Dread and curiosity mix to form a terrible feeling in your gut.

The days between your defeat of the beast and your departure go by in a blur. You’re grateful for the rest, but you can’t stop thinking, worrying, about König’s condition. You manage to stop being petrified that he’s going to drop dead of infection at any moment, but you can’t look at him anymore without thinking about it. About the secret that he’s kept from you, from everyone who’s ever met him. You can’t even wrap your mind around what it all means. You have no point of reference for what could have happened to your husband’s face.

Husband. What a strange thing, to be wed to someone whose full face you had only seen a few days ago, months into your marriage. You haven’t thought of him like that at all. He’s always been König: the king, the enemy, the annoyance. And your lover, you suppose. For the first time, you start to wonder exactly what kind of man you’ve bound yourself to.

Because it’s exceedingly clear to you now. You can’t kill this man. Not just because you don’t want to anymore, but because he might be unkillable.

The village hasn’t yet vanished in the distance behind the two of you when you speak. “What the hell?”

König’s eyes slide to you, then back to the road ahead. “Language.”

You sputter in indignation. “Lang—that’s not what I want to hear!”

“Forgive me. I couldn’t resist.”

“König, this is serious! You promised an explanation.”

“I know what I promised,” he says, a slight edge creeping into his voice.

“Well?”

König takes as deep breath. Inhale, exhale.

Then he begins.

“Well. What do we have here? You’re awfully young for this, little prince.”

He’s fourteen. He’s about to make a decision that will shape the rest of his life.

He had done as the crone’s old tome instructed. Bone from an animal slain in its youth. Flowers bloomed under the cover of pitch black night. A blade whet on the summoner’s own flesh. He’s knelt under the light of the full moon, round and blindingly white.

The ethereal creature standing before him is easily twice his height, with an unearthly glow to their skin and hair and a smile that could almost be mistaken for kind and benevolent on their unnaturally beautiful face.

He’s done it. He’s summoned a fae.

With no small amount of difficulty, he rises to his feet, leaning heavily on the cane that helps him walk. The fae lets out a noise of amusement as they watch the young boy struggle.

“Usually, mortals don’t gamble away their lives until they’re older, and greed begins to dictate their actions.”

He glares at the fae but doesn’t respond.

“Come, now. Do not look at me so. Give me your name, little prince.”

“…you may call me König.”

The fae’s expression sharpens, ever so slightly. “Clever boy. ‘König’…don’t you think you’re getting a bit ahead of yourself?”

“I want to make a deal.”

The fae sighs. “Straight to the point, I see. Well, I can’t fault your efficiency. Or is it desperation?” They smirk at him, their eyes taking the rest of him in. He knows he must make for a pathetic sight: a cripple with a harelip, spine curled and legs thin and spindly.

He doesn’t care. This is the last day he will ever be this pathetic.

“Let me guess. You wish to no longer be a cripple.”

“I want to be able bodied. I want to be strong enough to defeat my enemies. I want to be rid of my harelip.” Clear, concise language. He’s spoken these words to himself in the mirror countless times.

“You’ve certainly done your research. Then you know what price I will ask for such things.”

He swallows nervously. “Yes.”

“Very well then. Let us begin.”

It starts in his toes, the strange sensation that flows up through him that he will know all his days. He can feel the strength rushing into his limbs, feel his spine straightening, withered muscles coming to life.

Then comes the pain.

It’s white-hot torment, as if his body has become a living coal. He falls to the ground again, screaming and writhing as his bones crack and realign themselves. Somewhere, in the distance, he can hear the fae’s cruel laughter as they watch him suffer. For a brief moment, some primal, animal part of his brain thinks he’s going to die.

“Fret not, boy king. You won’t perish—I won’t let you until you give me what you’ve promised me,” the fae says, as if they can hear his thoughts.

He’s not sure how long he lays there on the ground, body wracked with agony. It feels like hours pass before he regains use of his limbs. But the pain does eventually fade away, leaving him dazed but still alive. Slowly, he manages to stand up again.

He stares at himself in wonder, legs and arms stretching. For the first time ever, he’s able to stand tall and straight on his own, his cane discarded to the side. And he feels strong. At last, he doesn’t feel weak for once.

“There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” The fae’s face has changed: they still look the same, but there’s a beastly, ugly quality to their lovely features that chills him to the bone.

His hands fly instantly to his face. The harelip is still there, he notes with displeasure.

“You forgot something,” he says, frowning in his lopsided way.

“Oh, I didn’t.” Before König can react, the fae’s eyes hollow and grow dark, becoming two pools of endless void. Their teeth sharpen, their face grows gaunt.

“Remember what you owe, boy king,” they remind him. “On the day and the hour your first child is born, I will come to collect.”

He doesn’t even have time to scream before the fae reaches forward with black talons and tears off his mouth.

You’re rendered speechless by his story. Where do you even start?

Your first thoughts are of the way he described himself as a child. König, weak and crippled? König? You look at him now, eighteen hands high astride his horse, the picture of raw strength and dominance. You can’t imagine it at all.

Your second thought is— “You made a deal with the fae? Do you know how foolish that is? Fae never give you what you want, and the cost is always far too high!”

“Don’t lecture me,” he says tightly. “I know what I was getting myself into. I had no other choice.”

“What do you mean, no other choice? You were the king’s son—you are the king! You could have had servants carry you everywhere if need be!”

“You don’t understand what it was like,” König snarls, turning to you with fire in his eyes. “Nobody would have accepted a cripple as their king. My life would constantly have been in danger, having to rely upon others. Unable to even defend myself if an assassin set upon me in my bed.” He’s getting angrier, more worked up as he goes.

“I told you that I was once poisoned as a child with nightshade berries. Did you wonder why there was such a plant in my mother’s garden? Why the royal heir was unsupervised for so long in the first place?” König’s expression is twisted, his voice turned bitter with betrayal. “It was a plot against me by some of my father’s advisors. They conspired with my nursemaid to make it seem like an accident…they expected me to die.”

“I…I’m sorry, König. I didn’t think.”

He glances at you and takes a moment to collect himself before speaking. “I was lucky. My father sent for the best healers he could find. My mother cried at my bedside for weeks.” His brow furrows. “My lot in life could have been worse: my parents loved me, at the very least. But it made me hate myself even more—that I was such a profound disappointment.

“My mother had a difficult birth. Some whispered that it was penance for what my father did: that the spirits of those slain during his campaigns had cursed my mother’s womb. She never was able to conceive again…so all their hopes rested upon my shoulders. My crippled, useless shoulders.”

The venom in his voice when he talks about himself makes your heart ache with sympathy. You move your horse closer to his and put a hand on his arm, squeezing him in what you hope is a comforting manner. His expression softens as he looks down at you.

“It would have been easy for you to kill me if I were still like that, liebe.” You feel your face grow warm again at the term of endearment.

“It makes sense, your strength being fae-given…Calliope said there was something not right about you.”

“Calliope is a perceptive woman.”

You study his face, eyes regarding his mask in a new light. “It really doesn’t look so bad. I only reacted that way because I thought you were injured.”

He shrugs. “Never was that good-looking anyway.”

You make a face. “Are you suggesting I sleep with ugly men?”

“You’ve only slept with me.”

“I’m trying to compliment you.”

“You think I’m handsome?”

“When you’re not annoying me.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Well, now you know.”

You study him. He seems relieved to have finally gotten this off his shoulders. “Do you regret it?”

He gets a faraway look in his eyes. “…No.”

The village’s leader had advised an alternate path back home: it might take you a day or two longer, but it was less remote and lined with other villages. You arrive at the first inn just as the sun is about to duck beneath the horizon, the sky streaked with orange.

It’s a serene part of the wood, and the inn is quite quaint as well. Whoever runs it has done well for themselves, you think absentmindedly as you and König dismount and prepare to unload.

A side door swings open, and a quite frankly huge man walks out, facing away from the two of you. Your sense of scale is attuned to König now, so he’s of course not the biggest man you’ve ever seen, but he’s broad-shouldered and thick with muscle. You can’t see his face from this angle, but you can just about spot his blond hair—

“Shit. Shit.” König instantly spins around so his horse is between him and the man who’s just walked out of the building. You squint. Is he…hiding?

“What’s going on? Should I be worried?”

“No. Yes. Maybe.” Is he cringing? “Do you think it’s too late to set up camp?”

“Set up camp? When there’s a perfectly good inn right there?”

“Yes!”

“What has gotten into you? That man is quite big, but he’s not that sc—”

“I’m not scared of him, I just recognize him. And I don’t particularly feel like seeing him.”

You’re agog at the scene before you. “You’re the king.”

“Even kings have their hangups, alright?”

“I am not sleeping in the woods.”

“As your husband and supreme ruler, I demand it.”

“Come now. I know you’re tired of fucking me outside.”

That gives him serious pause, which almost makes you giggle. Ridiculous man. You could probably lead him onto an executioner’s block if you held him by the cock.

“Please,” you beg, stepping forward to hold his hand and giving him the biggest, most wide eyes you can muster. “I’m not ready to go back to sleeping on the ground yet.”

His face scrunches up in a hopelessly endearing, almost childlike way. “Fine. But you have to go in and talk to the innkeep. I’m going to stay out here.”

“I don’t know what all the fuss is, but fine. You big baby.” You hand him your horse’s reins and make your way to the front door of the inn.

You’ve barely pushed the door very far at all before you hear a friendly voice from inside. “Welcome, traveler! Come on in.”

“It’s wonderful to make your—” You stop in the doorway, frozen with shock.

“It’s wonderful to make your acquaintance, your highness.” A pair of familiar sparkling eyes look back at you. “And you can tell his majesty that he can come inside, I’ve already seen him.”

König’s first wife stands before you, watching your reaction with clear amusement.

Forgive me for that smut. It's been years since I've written anything nsfw, and I wrote this at like. 5AM after a very long day because when I'm not exhausted, writing smut becomes impossible. It's quite the pickle.

Well...I did say that part 3 was going to be a doozy! I'm looking forward to all the reactions...🤭

Comments and feedback are of course always appreciated <3

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kpopscatterbrain · 5 months

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Kdramas i've watched this year

Some of these are older dramas but i'm a procrastinator

Black Knight (2023): Loved this one! I have watched it probably 5 times now. Kim Woobin kicking ass is all i need!

Under the Queen's Umbrella (2022): I didn't watch this when it aired (no idea why). I was worried that the plot would be overrun by romance but thankfully i was wrong. Loved Kim Hye-Soo's performance (i cried a little).

Island seasons 1 & 2 (2022-2023): Honestly i only started this one for Kim Nam-Gil. I loved the cast, but the flow of the plot was a little off (don't know how, i can't put a finger on it). Was positively suprised by Cha Eun-Woo's acting, i think he needs more roles like this! Hot villain alert no.1! Sung Joon as a bad guy is either a blessing or a curse. Cgi could have been better.

Taxi Driver season 2 (2023): Loved the first season so of course i had to watch the second one. Love Lee Je-Hoon. Love the main characters. Love the plot and the message of this drama. A masterpiece. Waiting for season 3.

Weak Hero Class 1 (2022): Only heard of this drama wayyy after it aired (thanks tiktok) and god does it deserve every award there is! I was a bit hesitant because Park Ji-Hoon was the main lead, but boy was i wrong because his talent got me speechless (weren't we all). I cried, i cheered, i shadowboxed, i cried a little more and in the end i called my therapist. Thankfully season 2 is coming.

Bloodhounds (2023): Woo Do-whan and Lee Sang-Yi in the same drama beating people up? Yes please! The plot wasn't mindblowing, but sometimes just simple ass kicking is enough. Bromance was bromancing. Park Sung-Woong with another great villain character.

Revenant (2023): After dropping Mr.Sunshine i wanted to see Kim Tae-ri in other dramas, so when this aired i gave it a go. Her range is phenomenal! I have only seen couple spookier dramas, so i made a mistake and watched this at night (slept with the lights on). The eerie vibes and plot twists were well made. Hong Kyung had great chemistry with Kim Tae-ri and his cop role was refreshing to see after his performance in Weak Hero Class (if you know you know).

Flower of Evil (2020): Okay, this is one of the dramas i procrastinated hard on. It's been sitting on my "have to watch" list since it aired and i'm the only one to blame (i hype up a drama in my mind, then don't want to watch it because now i'm afraid it doesn't go the way i think it does and then i get disappointed blaablaablaa). This year i finally got over myself and why. didn't. i. watch. it. sooner!!!! It is all i ever wanted in a kdrama. 1. serial killers 2. a psychopath (but is he really?) w/ an effed up childhood 3. mindgames 4. marriage problems (but has a lot of soft & cute scenes) 5. Lee Joon-Gi. Also as a plus (hot villain alert no.2) the bad guy is kindaa (i'm sane i swear). I would be lying if i didn't say that i found the wife slightly annoying (might be me, but she went too much back & forth and sometimes i had to take a breather while watching), but all in all this drama will be hard to top and i fell in love with Lee Joon-Gi.

Moving (2023): Honestly one of the best dramas of the year. I don't usually really go for plots that have a lot of romance in them (if you haven't noticed), but i found this one to be really well balanced and the romance scenes weren't "cringy". Although Bong-Seok and Hui-Soo were great and had great chemistry, i looooved the background stories of the parents. Park Hee-Soon also pops up as kind of a non-villain villain. I hope there is a season 2.

Song of the Bandits (2023): Kim Nam-Gil again. 1920s Korea and gunslingers... what more could i need? After Mr. Sunshine left me with a disappointment (this might be an unpopular opinion) i craved for a drama set around the same time period, but with a little less romance (i know, i am defective). I think dramas should explore this time period more, but i understand it might still be a touchy subject. The skills of the cast were obviously great, Kim Nam-Gil killed his role like always, but Lee Ho-Jung as Eon-Nyeon shined with her performance (i am now a new fan). Hot villain alert no.3! I have seen Lee Hyun-Wook in Remarriage & Desires and seeing him as a villain made me feel things. If there isn't a second season i will cry.

The Killing Vote (2023): A "serial killer" in a dog mask making the public vote on punishing criminals and everyone suspects each other? Cyber crime? Chemistry between two cops? Major hot villain (no.4)? Sign me up. I love when crime dramas make you question your people reading skills (i have the tism so i really got none) and have all kinds of theories flying around. I liked that even Kim Mu-Chan and Joo Hyun had obvious chemistry between them it didn't overshadow the main point of the plot. I liked Seo Young-Joo's delivery and i hope he gets more bigger roles. Kim Kwon.... why does the psychopath have to be hot? He also needs more bigger roles. !spoiler! Also Park Sung-Woong killing (heh) yet another morally grey character.

The Worst of Evil (2023): Okay, first of all i have to say... the wife ruined everything (some agree and some don't). We get another bromance duo of the year with Wi Ha-Joon and Ji Chang-Wook. Loved the crime organization infiltration plot, heavily despised the romance plot (sorry Bibi baby). I was constantly on the edge of my seat and the characters started to get so morally grey that in the end everyone needs group therapy. Action scenes were chefs kiss. A honorable mention goes for Lee Shin-Ki as Seo Jong-Ryul (or Chief Seo, knife guy, the man has many names) and Bibi for her performance as Lee Hae-Ryeon.

Evilive (2023): Heavily underrated. Kim Young-Kwang doing what he does best, playing a psychopath. This combined with a bromance plot with the one and only bromance master Shin Ha-Kyun? I'm sold. The dramas literal title "villain story" really sums up the plot. Sometimes you are not sure who to cheer for. Sometimes you are not really sure about your own sanity. But to be fair, so aren't the main characters.

Vigilante (2023): Love it. Currently re-watching it. Needs more attention. Needs more episodes. I'm in love with Nam Joo-Hyuk. The best crime drama of the year, the title is all i needed to hear. Beating up criminals in well made action scenes is my favorite genre. No romance. One sided bromance? Morally grey characters (am i repeating myself now?). Yoon Ji-Tae as a beefy cop and Lee Joon-Hyuk as a slightly insane admirer? If we don't get a season 2 i will start a riot.

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⋆⭒˚｡⋆🪐 Introduction post

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ hey lovelies <33 ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆

ੈ✩‧˚ I finally made one after combatting procrastination like the valiant warrior I am *bows dramatically* anyways lol

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚ hi! I’m ari :))

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚ I’m a sagittarius, intp, and idk exactly which marauder I kin but I’m pretty jegulus core (like somehow both of them at the same time irdk how to explain it lmaoo)

(I also have a little poetry side blog which is (@the-wisteria-cascades)

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚(basic dni criteria applies so if you’re spreading any kind of hate but otherwise I’d love to get to know you 🫶😌✨)

(I will overuse those emojis everywhere btw lol)

₊˚⊹♡ Hobbies : I love reading, writing, occasionally swimming, anything to do with poetry, and overanalyzing literally everything, and occasionally drawing as well (I’d say journaling too but I lack consistency 😭)

₊˚⊹♡ Books: percy jackson, hp (though if I do post it’s mostly about the marauders separating the art from the artist and all that) the book thief, tsoa, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, aaddtsotu, the burning kingdoms, the hunger games, the inheritance games, the priory of the orange tree, tbosas, red white and royal blue, heroes of olympus, trials of apollo, gone girl, agggtm, one of us is lying, and probably more that I can’t currently remember (book recs are welcome btw bonus points if they’re sapphic 💗)

｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ Shows + Movies : stranger things, young royals, heartstopper, pjo, dickinson are currently the main shows I follow though I adore animated films as well as some animated shows (carmen sandiego and tangled the series) and I’ll probably start some more after exams :)

｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ Music : taylor swift (evermore and reputation girl through and through) zolita, conan grey, girli, cavetown, arctic monkeys, hozier, renee rapp, camila cabello, troye sivan, alec benjamin, occasionally lana del ray, paramore, chappell roan, beth mccarthy, queen, ABBA, olivia rodrigo, sabrina carpenter, fletcher, girl in red, haley kiyoko

｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ Lovely moots (just tagging the ones I’ve interacted with because I’m kinda shy to do all of you so please do let me know if you want to be tagged or removed)

@daydream-of-a-wallflower @silence-between-seconds @good-old-fashioned-lover @stars-over-ice-cream @sweetronancer @jaaklops @awrldalonee @harp-bo-barp @astreinomane @ronance4life42 @moonlightt444 @good-oldfashioned-lover-girl @lilydoeswrite @lost-in-reveriie @annotated-catastrophe @commit-arson-immediately @sleepinginmygrave @bylersrise @half-a-heart-without-you @urbanflorals (+ all my other byler moots I love but am terrified of tagging )

(I definitely didn’t tag everyone here but I love all of you guys so much ahhhh 🫶)

I hope everyone is having a lovely day and taking care of themselves

<33

(pictures are from pinterest and dividers by @saradika-graphics)

#lovely moots #ari says things #intro post

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neondryadtarot · 1 month

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pick a pile ~ tarot cards

choose pile 1, 2 or 3

what am I waiting for? 🔮

(inspired by me procrastinating more than ever this week 😭)

(reading all cards reversed)

if you chose pile one

six of cups / queen of wands

you’re waiting to make a decision about something. maybe there are too many options available and you’re unsure which way to turn. this is causing you to pause and put off doing what needs to be done. possibly you’re enjoying being able to pick and choose a bit too much, or maybe it’s all just too overwhelming. i’m seeing that honesty with yourself or others will help you find the right choice here and enable you to get moving again.

if you chose pile two

five of swords / knave of wands

some gossip in your circle is stopping you from acting here, or your fear of it. you’re worried people will be discussing your decision negatively. a stranger will come to your rescue soon with a word or two that will help you worry less about what others may think, although you need to make this decision yourself ultimately. i think that it’s best not to make any huge changes at present, consistency is key for now and soon the way will become clear.

if you chose pile three

two of wands / queen of cups

someone has surprised you recently with their actions and this has made you doubt yourself. they were hiding the truth and it has given you a shock. just because you didn’t see what was going on doesn’t mean you can’t trust your intuition in other matters though. practical matters are the key here, focus on the basics and soon your faith in yourself will be restored. you know what you have to do to move on, if people tell lies that’s their own problem to bear.

#tarot reading #tarot cards #pick a pile #pick a card #intuitive #general reading #witchblr #tarotblr #procrastination

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berriblossom · 9 months

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KUKI MY LAD!!!

ITS ME AGAIN! (v)

( Barely proof red im half awake ^^" )

I've been seeing some very good responces to the other ask i had done, and i've just had so many ideas! But i really didnt want to stress you out, do im leaving you with this mini ask ( please dont push yourself to start it, i dont want this to become a chore instead of a little side hobby)

This is another papa zhongli ask, with the beast swan little baby reader (i love them so much platonically ♡♡♡)

Are you able to do a uncle put down for me? (Its like putting a kid to bed) with xiao ? Or... mayhaps a auntie put down with like.. ninnguane or something!! (Idk how to spell her name off the top of my head, i also just see her as the rich aunt typa person)

Once again, please take your time and make sure to have fun! (Btw if its alright with you, i might start leaving little incouragemental askes every once in a while ^^)

Im so eepy TT

GOODNIGHT FRIEND !! (ITS 5 AM HELP ME !! )

- (v)

Ahh, more ask! Im totally fine with all the encouragements! These ask make my day! Headcanon time!

When evening comes, who will tuck you in and kiss you goodnight?

Featuring: Childe, Beidou, Ganyu, Ningguang, Shenhe, Xiao, and Papa Zhongli.

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Say what you will about the Fatui harbinger. He may have tried to bring the fall of Liyue, destroy its economy, and somewhat helped in the brutal slaying of its archon before the people's own eyes.

Childe [Uncle TarTag]

But he will be the best uncle no matter what. No matter what.

So when it is time for you to go to bed, he will sometimes procrastinate when you plead with him. "One more game, Uncle Tartag! One more movie, Uncle Tartag! One more!" You bet any money he will watch your favorite movie or read your favorite stories with you before putting you down for a nap or for bedtime.

When he is tucking you in, he is a little rough, to say the least. When you're tucked in. You are tucked in. Like you can't move too much, his strength gets the better of him.

Your bedtime story will have some sort of fighting or violence, which Zhongli has lectured him about. You might be an illuminated beast, but you are still a child. He even got in trouble for telling you to say, "The Tsarita is better than Morax" in a story he told you, and Zhongli wanted to murder him.

Rating: 7/10, he is trying but needs some work in the story department.

You will never be sleeping on her ship. Nit at night, at least. Zhongli has a fear thar if you sleep on her ship, you'll be in another nation by dawn. So yeah, no sleeping on Aunty Beidou's ship. But you can take naps!

Beidou [Captain Aunty Beidou]

Beidou will tell you her stories at sea, how she defeated Haishan, and the stories of her crew. She will never sing any sea shanty's...for reasons. But she'll let Kazuha tell you haikuu's. You can run around the ship until. You're tired out and come lay on her lap for a little nap.

The ship and crew will try to be quiet under Beidou's watch and orders for your nap. She'll let you use her coat as a blankie and kiss your forehead to let you have a few minutes of nap time.

Rating: 7.5 out of 10, only because you can't spend the night but she is good!

Ganyu [Big sister Ganyu]

Now, Ganyu is the queen of naptime with you. Putting you to bed, a little different.

When she puts you down for sleep, she slowly falls asleep, too. She makes your bed extra confy when you're at Jueyun Karst, too comfy. When its bed time, shell read you a bedtime story about Rex Lapis, the Adepti like Aunty Cloudy [cloud retainer].

But slowly and quickly, she will fall asleep with you. She has a small Qilin night light for you, similar to her Cryo globe she makes. She'll have some cool warer near your little setup and some snacks.

By the time she is done reading, she'll be laying beside you, drifting off into sleep with you. She'll let you cuddle her and hold her is you get scared like a good big sister.

Rating: 8/10, she is just a little sleepy, but you're not complaining.

Ningguang [Aunty Ning-Ning]

The times Ganyu has accidently had late nights with you, Ningguang is more than honored to let you hang out with her. Your day is filled with shopping, museums, arts trips, and all the natural beauty of Liyue presented to you on a platter. All for her little swan. Zhongli was fine for you to stay in the Jade Chamber as long as you are respectful and polite.

Ningguang would set you up in a room not far from her desk area or place you on a couch near her office area. She'll get you blankets of the finest cotton, silk, or any fabric. She'll give you some nice cushions for comfort and a nice cup of tea to help you settle down for naps.

She will kiss your head, give you some delicate cuddles, and place you down on her lap if you asked her politely.

If she is in a meeting? Oh, put it on hold real quick, her little swan needs their nightly cuddles and she needs to get it done. Want some tea before bed? Oh, she has it done and will have you in some beautiful silk pajamas while she is at it.

Want to sleep in her expensive bed with her and your plushie, oh she will make some room and let your plushie have its own pillow too.

Ningguang can be really serious at times but if you need her to tuck you in before bed and ask her to tell a story, she will buy the best children's literature book ever written just to read it to you and kiss you goodnight. Yes, she will.

Rating: 7.5/10, your rich Aunty has you covered.

Shenhe [Big sister Shenhe]

She would be lost at first, she knows you aren't human so why sleep like one? But once Ganyu and Cloud Retainer gets it through to her that you are raised in the human world despite being an Adeptus, you act the way you do. Similar to your sleep.

So in some ways, your situation is the opposite but similar to hers.

In comes protective Shenhe mode.

Whatever you want for your nightly routine, she is going to find it, get it, or make Ganyu buy it. She'll learn from Zhongli and Cloud Retainer how to brew and make tea, just for you.

If you ever call her "big sister Shenhe" in your sleep, her yearning to keep you safe even in your dreams grows. Do you want her to kiss your duckie goodnight? She will and tuck it in too beside you. Similarly, with Childe, she can be a little harsh on tucking you in, but over time she learns how to reel it back in.

Do you like her cryo spirits that swirl around you? She'll use them to keep your room cool at night during warm nights.

Want her to tell you stories? She will spend time with the traveler just to come back and tell you about it.

Rating: 8/10, she's a little confused but goodness she has the spirit.

Need him to hold your hand when you get scared of the dark? He will ask Verr Godlet to borrow a night light for you. Or better yet, he will find or make one. He will also still hold your hand.

Xiao [Big Brother Xiao]

Now, this big brother, the conquerer of demons, is the only surviving Yakasha.

He will spoon-feed you almond tofu if you need it before bed. Hell, he will learn the recipe and make it for you. Want to sit on the terrace of the Wangshuu Inn and say hello to the moon? He will have you in his lap while you do it.

Need a little cool air because the room is stuffy or warm? he'll use his anemo vision to bring in a gentle breeze. He will have everything you like and don't like down on a list.

Too much noise? He will find the source and silence it.

Want a bath before bedtime? He will test the temperature himself, and make sure to get your rubber duckies in too.

Need some tea? What's the brew? What type? Hell, where is the leaf so he can pick it himself and make it?

Xiao would sleep beside you too even if he is tense and still as stone. But he will mellow out once hearing you have your big brother here to protect you. Yeah, he will be there to protect you.

Rating: 8.5/10, he will do it only for you. Only for his little sibling.

Zhongli is the standard setter of what bedtime should be like.

Zhongli [He needs no introduction]

Zhongli will not only have your bath ready for when bedtime comes, but also your favorite night-time tea is on the stove ready too. He will pull out your little dragon onesie, with the horns on the hood too. And a little tail, and will put your little yellow socks on too.

You can run around while he folds up your towel and clothes for the next day saying you're a dragon and he will play along, even teaching you about how real dragons act and fly. Zhongli will give you the tea in your special teacup with two pinches of sugar just for you.

Want a little snack? He will be making you little biscuits to enjoy with your tea like little cookies.

When it's really time to settle you in, he will have your nightlight on while reading you a bedtime story. He is the king of bedtime stories he can tell you a story you've heard 100 times like it's never been told before. Want a story about Rex Lapis and the Adepti? He has one, and wants one about the Stove God? he will tell it all.

He will tuck you in gently, making sure you are fully covered and secure. The window will be cracked slightly for some fresh air, and also the coolness.

Have a nightmare and need your Papa?

He will hold you close to his chest and will console you while you cry and talk about it. Assuring you, that your Papa will always come and save you, even from the dark.

He will kiss your forehead and cheeks goodnight, even your plushies too. Repeating how much he loves you, how happy he is to be your papa, and how lucky he is to have you, his little swan with him.

Got scared and want to sleep in his bed?

He will pull you beside him and let you talk to him until you go to sleep finally. He may be exhausted but he will listen to your rambles before bed like it is his morning news.

Rating: ∞/10. No questions, comments, or concerns here.

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astrowaffles · 8 months

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Golden Time

Teen (for language) | Chaos | Plotless | Actor AU

“I get here at half eight because of Satoru,” Megumi told the camera. He had glittery pink flamingo sunglasses on, which he seemed to think was perfectly normal; in the background, Gojo was wandering about, wearing a matching (purple) pair of sunglasses, playing ‘Dancing Queen’ from his phone and waving a mini disco ball around. “He needs the extra time to get in the zone.”

“Too right I do!” Gojo agreed loudly.

“Is this how you get in the zone?” the interviewer asked.

“I do my best acting when wearing glitter,” Gojo informed her. “Obviously.”

“I think most of us usually arrive on time,” Yuji nodded, standing on the steps outside a large building. Above his head, the words MAPPA STUDIOS could be seen in foot-high lettering. “I got here … uh … hold on, I’ll ask Megumi.”

He turned towards the building. “HEY!! MEGUMI!!”

“WHAT?” a voice yelled back, presumably from the foyer.

“WHAT TIME DID WE GET HERE THIS MORNING?”

“8.30, WHY?”

“I’M DOING AN INTERVIEW!” Yuji turned back to the camera. “He says 8.30.”

“So you arrived together?” the interviewer asked.

“Oh, yeah, his dad gives me a lift sometimes.” Yuji leant in closer, and cupped his hands over his mouth. “It was the most terrifying experience of my life,” he whispered.

“I OFFERED YOU A RIDE, NOT A SAFE RIDE!” Megumi shouted. He was just visible, signing something at the front desk.

“Jeez, how did he hear that?!” Yuji looked shaken. “I think he gets his super-senses from Mr. Gojo. You can’t do anything around those two, they always know.”

“SHOWTIME!” Megumi called. He poked his head out of the door. “Come on, Yuji, we’ll be late.”

“Oh! My bad. See you next time!” Yuji saluted the camera. Megumi gave it a small wave, before dragging Itadori off with a mumble of “What do you mean, super-senses???”

“Personally, I’m always on time. Unless I’m not,” Gojo mused, sipping his iced coffee. “Since I adopted Megumi, I’ve never been late for anything because he always drags me out the house. However-“ (this was punctuated by violent pointing) “-when I’m going somewhere by myself, say, a meeting with a superior, I’m always late. I don’t do it on purpose. I like to think it’s the universe reminding me it’s on my side and it doesn’t believe in capitalism.” He looked down at his drink. “I need to stop using straws, they’ll give me awful mouth wrinkles when I’m older. Oh, and save the turtles. Obviously.”

“I like to be on time, because then I can disapprove of people who aren’t,” Nobara explained. She turned to allow the wardrobe assistant to adjust her jacket, but kept talking as she went. The camera did its best to follow her face. “Basically, Megumi once made fun of me for being late, and I never want that to happen again.”

“Does he make fun of you a lot?”

“No, not at all. He knows I’d kick him, or get Maki to.” She grinned evilly. “Maki has these awesome boots with spikes on, and they absolutely terrify the boys, especially Inumaki and Yuta. Or maybe that’s because she uses them most on Inumaki and Yuta. Mostly Inumaki, he’s so sassy all the time – and always late…”

“She said that? I take that as a compliment,” Toge laughed. “She doesn’t even call me by my first name, that’s how annoying she thinks I am. I do my best, of course, but it’s nice to see my efforts being recognised.”

“Are you usually late on purpose, then? Does Nobara use that against you?”

“How did you know I’m usually late? It’s not on purpose though, I’m just a procrastinator. As for Nobara, what she doesn’t know is that I got most of my sass from Megumi. He doesn’t always show it, but he’s an irritating little shit when he’s comfortable. It just rubbed off on me, and now I’m better at it than him.”

“Did you know Megumi before the show? Did you spend a lot of time with him?”

“We’re legally second cousins or something, I think. I’m Satoru’s very very extended family, anyway, and so I was at his house a lot while my parents did … whatever my parents do … and that’s how I got into acting, since both Satoru and Megumi were in the industry. Sometimes Jujutsu Kaisen feels like a family project, what with Satoru, Megumi, me, Maki… Yeah, we adopted her as an honorary member, didn’t you know?”

“I did not ask to be an honorary member, but I’m not mad about it,” Maki smiled. “It’s nice that there’s so many relations on the show, although it does make us look like a nepotism breeding ground. Luckily, all you have to do is look at their interactions and you’ll know they all made it on their own. Mr. Gojo might have offered Megumi a leg up, but Megumi definitely wouldn’t have taken it – and Toge’s, like. Annoying.”

“I thought you liked being part of the family? Do you not like Toge?”

“Oh, I do. You’ve never found your siblings annoying? I think he’s annoying, because he’s always late and every second sentence is sarcastic. Oh, and he pulls the ‘Opposite Day’ thing on you and makes you look insane. ‘Do you like fish fingers in custard?’ ‘No’ ‘It’s opposite day!!’ or whatever.”

“So, you’re never late?”

“I’m always early! Sometimes I even get here before Mr. Gojo, and he’s got Megumi to chivvy him along, poor soul. It must be like living with a grumpy alarm clock.”

“I’m always late, it’s always on purpose, and I am completely unbothered,” Shoko shrugged. “I think the production team have caught on. They tell me my events are scheduled half an hour before they actually are, so when I rock up fifteen minutes late, I’m actually fifteen minutes early.”

“Don’t tell Shoko this, but the director always tells her the events are an hour early,” Geto confided in a low voice. “She thinks it’s only half an hour, so she’s being extra late on purpose, and they keep pretending they’re in a rush when they’re actually on time. It’s genius. Anyway,” he added in a louder voice, “I’m here on-time-ish. Here before I need to be, but after everyone else, who are always arriving at half eight for some reason?”

“I clock in at 9am and not a minute sooner,” Nanami said emphatically. “I don’t need to be here before then and I have other things to do during that time.”

“What do you do during that time?”

“Sleep, mainly. Anything but work.”

“So you only work, what? 9-5? Are you strict about leaving, too?”

“I like to leave early because then Satoru won’t rope me into something weird. Thank god for Megumi, that kid’s a lifesaver, I don’t know how many times he’s stopped The Idiot from dragging me to a bar or something…”

“Too right I do!” Gojo agreed loudly.

“Is this how you get in the zone?” the interviewer asked.

“I do my best acting when wearing glitter,” Gojo informed her. “Obviously.”

“Oh, obviously,” she agreed, just as someone knocked sharply on the door.

“That’s our cue,” Megumi announced. “Come on, Beyonce,” he added, shedding his sunglasses and reaching up to do the same to Gojo, before dragging him away.

The camera just managed to catch Gojo’s wail of ‘It was ABBA!! Don't call me Beyonce!!!” before everything faded to silent black.

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#astro speaks wonders #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk actor au #jjk fic #jjk fic rec #a03

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abyssmita · 2 months

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Guess I'll stop procrastinating and do this finally.

Introduction post in a pretty font with bows 🎀🎀

Hello Tumblr, I am Abismita.

That's actually my middle name but I think it....resonates with my soul more than my first name, considering it quite literally means unimpressed. Or unsurprised. It's also ironic given that I surprise myself daily with the heights of clown behaviour I can reach in my life.

Anyways, pronouns: she/her

Straight demisexual

Age: 17 (MINOR)

Mbti: INTP-T (as if life wasn't already depressing enough)

East Indian, residing in Delhi. Like half the teenage population of India, I'm a NEET aspirant, currently stuck in a limbo between whether to take a drop year or a drop from a 20 level building (it do be like that).

Originally joined for desiblr but I find more stuff of interest here day by day.

Current interests: art, embroidery, photography, photo editing, kdramas, studio Ghibli, works of makoto shinkai, webtoon, classic bollywood, fashion (ethnic and western), spirituality, MED SCHOOL, and ofcourse, books.

Genres:-

Books: mainly fantasy-adventure, YA, romance (preferably clean), drama, sometimes thriller and sci-fi

Current reads: cruel prince series and Kane chronicles

Fav reads: The Midnight Library (Matt Haig), The Story That Cannot Be Told

Dramas, shows and movies: ROMCOMS, slice of life, ROMCOMS, sometimes thriller, ROMCOMS, fantasy-adventure, ROMCOMS.

Current watch: pjo series, kdramas - queen of tears

Fav watches: Kimi no Nawa, kdramas - Twinkling Watermelon, Death's Game

Music: no particular genre, if it sounds good to me, I like. A few exceptions here and there.

I also like overpinning on Pinterest, because words might fail me, pictures never will.

I also own a lazy duck lamp called Benson as a pet because my lovely matashree doesn't allow actual pets :D

That's about it. Now,

#blog intro #introduction #intro post #desi tumblr #desiblr #desi tag #deaths game #twinkling watermelon #the midnight library #kimi no na wa #book quotes #Spotify

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annaliessse · 8 months

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I can't believe I procrastinated for a week before finishing this. I wasn't able to begin writing Yves because, unlike other amazing writers, I can't really work on multiple WIPs at once. I'm way too dumb for that.

Anyway, enjoy some Chev smut.

warnings: nsfw, vaginal sex, semi-public sex

𝕬 𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞

word count: 850

Chevalier noticed your hesitation when entering the throne room. He found it confusing for during your time as Belle you had no problem with the said room. When he noticed you eyeing the empty spot beside his throne, it was then that he knew you were letting your mind get the better of you again.

So, one afternoon, when all petitions have been heard and all documents signed, he invited you into the quiet space. You were sat on his lap as he reads a report from Sariel. With nothing much to do, you direct your attention to your teacher’s familiar handwriting.

But Chevalier has already read the document. And his intention for inviting you today is not solely to seek your closeness.

“You’ve been avoiding the throne room.”

“… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He snickers. “You are worried about becoming Rhodolite’s future queen. And this throne room is a reminder of all the responsibilities you have accepted once you agreed to be my fiancé.”

His hand begins to slowly trail up your right thigh and he smirks at your hitched breath. Then, he begins to stroke your leg through the fabric of your skirt, his awkward touch enough to set your whole body aflame.

“I’m sorry, King Chevalier.”

“I don’t need your apology. All I need is for you to do something about it.”

He begins to stroke your clothed wetness, your skirt bunching around your hips. With each touch, he becomes rougher, and Chevalier feels you slightly shaking in his hold.

“But that is something I can help you with. After all, I can’t have my queen afraid of her own crown.”

He plunges two fingers inside you and you moan, before hurriedly clamping your mouth with your hands, muffling the sultry whimpers that escape your lips.

“Chevalier, someone might see us."

You grip the armrests hard, knuckles white as you try to prevent yourself from humping his fingers. He sees you eyeing the closed door, aware that at any second anyone can enter. Chevalier doesn’t care; instead, he pulls your blouse and skirts off, leaving you naked and squirming in his lap.

“I am only teaching you to be comfortable with being in the throne room.”

“And how is this going to help, exactly?”

“With what I’m going to do to you, you would be too distracted to dwell too much on the politics happening in this room.” His hand moves faster, and you finally relent, thrusting up to meet his fingers. “Every time you sign a document, every time you meet a noble, and every time you listen to a citizen, all you’re going to think is the way I fucked you in this room.”

Without you noticing, Chevalier has already unzipped his pants, his cock nudging your wet entrance. You rub against him, his length slipping easily between your folds with how wet you are. He cups your breast and feels your heart beat faster, eyes constantly wandering towards the unlocked door.

Chevalier sighs, then stops. “But then again, I wouldn’t want you to forget your responsibilities and the importance of the decisions made in this room.”

In a fluid motion, he lifts you up and places you gently on the carpeted floor. Your thighs clamp together, and Chevalier’s lips lift slightly upon seeing the frustrated desperation in your eyes. Your hands were clenching and unclenching as if reaching for him, and when he stands up to zip his pants, you push him back down on the throne and straddle him.

“I thought you were worried about someone seeing us.”

Your eyes blazing, you look at him as you align his cock with your entrance. “Do I look like I care right now?”

And with that, he enters you, and you moan as you feel yourself widen to accommodate his wide girth. Chevalier leans forward, sucking your nipple and you lean your head backward, dizzy at the different sensations of pleasure. Chevalier doesn’t wait and begins thrusting into you hard. He gave it to you rough and fast, and your nails dig into his shoulders as he fucks you into incoherency.

“I’m going to have a throne made for you by the time we are wed. You will make decisions as a queen and I expect nothing less from the woman I have chosen.”

Chevalier feels you clench around him, your eyes rolling over a tell-tale sign that you’re about to cum. He thrusts faster until you were nothing more than a mindless doll on top of him. He doubts you even register what he is saying.

“But I do not want you to stress. So, every time you want to take a break from your responsibilities, you can always think about the way I defiled you in Rhodolite’s most sacred room.”

When you cum, your moans can be heard from outside the throne room. It stops Yves in his tracks, just as he was about to turn the knob to report to Chevalier. He hurriedly leaves, and when he turns the next corner, Licht worries at his brother’s alarmingly red face.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen ouji #ikemen prince fanfiction #ikepri smut #ikepri fanfic #ikemen prince chevalier #ikepri chevalier #chevalier michel

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charlotlie · 1 year

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i’m procrastinating studying for my finals & ive been on marauders & aftg tiktok for too long so here it is: my take on the aftg characters as taylor swift songs

- neil: you’re on your own kid (the neil josten anthem, especially the bridge), getaway car (I SWEAR IM NOT TRYING TO BE FUNNY), snow on the beach (tbh i always see this as an andreil song, but it’s just like: neil had never expected to fall for andrew or even trust him in the beginning, so the fact that they’re even falling? fucking weird. also, the line, “you wanting me, tonight, feels impossible” like the idea of someone wanting to touch him without wanting to hurt him ahshajsgs)

- andrew: daylight (just listen), anti-hero (this could very well apply to all the foxes, but the line, “i wake up screaming from dreaming // one day i’ll watch as you’re leaving // cause you got tired of my scheming” seems to be his perspective on nearly all of his relationships), evermore (for me, this song is largely about depression and, tbh, i’ve been reading too many andrew character studies lately, and “that this pain would be for evermore” hurts SO bad when you’re thinking about him. then the song develops, and ends with, maybe this pain isn’t forever. im gonna write a fic on this i swear.)

- aaron: delicate (“my reputation’s never been worse so, you must like me for me” him & katelyn after the whole drake incident im crying so hard😭😭)

- nicky: paper rings (him & erik 🤭, like they are the cute love songs in my head)

- dan: the man, gorgeous (so like,,, dan didn’t like matt at first, right? was annoyed at him a lot, didn’t think he was all that — so she was also very annoyed when she started noticing him and liking him and kinda being attracted to him so i just imagine this song as dan’s drunken confession to matt about how frustrated she is with him and matt’s just smiling at her and it makes her even more frustrated bcs how is he so pretty), sweet nothing

- matt: lover (“and at every table.. i’ll save you a seat, loveeeeer” asfgsgsgs), king of my heart (“and we rule the kingdom inside my room” —> i so imagine dan and matt having the stupidest fun with each other and that feels like listening to this song, like you’re not really part of the inside joke. also, dan is definitely the queen of matt’s heart :))

- allison: the last great american dynasty (she had a marvellous time ruining everything), i know places (headcanon: after renee confesses to her, they slip away for a weekend to just be with the two of them to hide themselves away from everyone else for now), i wish you would (about seth, in this case.)

- renee: new romantics (she could build a castle from all the bricks they threw at her), peace (about how the danger lives in her, how she can never truly bring peace because she doesn’t feel like she can, but still “would it be enough, if i could never give you peace?” she hopes to be enough and tries to make up for her past by caring 4 others ajahhshshs i love her sm), dress (“i don’t want you like a best friend” her confession to allison please 😫)

- kevin: right where you left me (kevin day, the epitome of the freeze ptsd response, always stuck where he in where he was), the great war (“there’s no morning glory, it was war, it wasn’t fair” makes me think of him and jean after riko died)

- jean: epiphany (listen to this while thinking of him istg im crying), exile (“you’re not my hometown anymore, so what am i defending?” about kevin😭), gold rush (jerejean conflict so good, i need new fics)

#andreil #jerejean #aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #aaron minyard #nicky hemmick #kevin day #aftg shitpost #dan wilds #renee walker #allison reynolds #renison #matt boyd #jean moreau #seth gordon #aftg foxes #aftg headcanon

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cartoonnonsensegirl · 3 months

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So, here's my opinion on Fire Emblem: Three Houses thus far...

Verdant Wind was a nice, pretty chill route. I liked the idea of them being the underdogs taking on the more competitive classes in the Academy Phase, and then later finishing off the true villains in the Timeskip. I will mention that I S-Ranked Claude because he's the only house leader that I cared about at the time. The only weak point for me was Claude's S-Rank itself, being that he and Byleth do love each other, but Claude has to leave Fódlan, leaving her to wait for him so they can be reunited.

Azure Moon, on the other hand, was kind of a chore to get through, since nearly everyone seems depressed. I know the story itself explains and shows why, but it had me trudging through, sometimes even procrastinating on finishing the route (also because I started it back in 2020 but then got Animal Crossing and was obsessed with building my island). Two major drawbacks of Azure Moon were 1) Dimitri being basically outta commission for monastery activities until after Gronder Field, and 2) Dedue's disappearance, both of which had me grinding for support points with meal sharing—especially with Dedue, because I wanted him to marry Mercedes. The only redeeming factors about Azure Moon are 1) Dimitri realizing the error of his ways after Gronder Field, and 2) Mercedes and Annette being rays of sunshine. I did S-Rank Dimitri, and one point I'll give it over Claude's S-Rank is that Byleth does become his queen almost instantly.

I'm currently teaching the Black Eagles...and I'm gonna say that I like them more than the Golden Deer (I played all three routes in Three Hopes, and Scarlet Blaze actually won me over more than Golden Wildfire). Their class intro was hilarious (Linhardt sleeping, Petra's language quirks, Edelgard embarrassed by her class, etc.), and their supports are so good; Ferdinand's personality feels overly theatrical and it shows in his supports, for example.

I had originally planned to do Silver Snow first and split the save file to go to Crimson Flower later. I've heard people say that it's best to do Crimson Flower last. However, after unlocking Edelgard's first C-support and hearing her cry in her sleep, I've decided I can't go through with betraying her. I know that when I get there, I'll lose access to certain units—Flayn will say good-bye, but come the timeskip I'll be sparing her and Seteth. I'll also have Claude and Hilda spared so they can be happy together and live for a brighter future. Hopefully it's okay that I never play Silver Snow—the thought of betraying and killing Edelgard after merely listening to her crying for her father in her nightmare-induced sleep is just sickening. Plus, you teach her class to get invested in her and her friends; I am not going to turn her class against her (in Azure Moon, I recruited them mainly because I didn't want Bernadetta to be burned to death). Add to that that I see Byleth as being more of a mother figure who's willing to listen to her students' problems as if they were her own children, and it makes Silver Snow seem like a mother disowning her own daughter whom she nurtured and listened to her issues (the same could be said about Crimson Flower with regards to Rhea, but it's wildly different, and comes off more as a sort of 'divine judgment' from Byleth towards Rhea)

As far as S-Ranks go, I'm planning to either remain single or become Linhardt's wife, since Edelgard belongs with Hubert IMHO.

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #black eagles #crimson flower #like i really wanted to get the whole picture #but edelgard crying in her sleep already makes me want to protect her from rhea #...looking at rhea's behavior like i know she basically created byleth to be a vessel for sothis #and is acting like she cares...she's really quite the manipulator #verdant wind kinda hinted at this #and i think rhea forgets that she is basically trying to revive her mother and ultimately a powerful deity who can end rhea if she so wills #i get the feeling crimson flower is basically sothis bringing divine judgment upon rhea

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jmoonjones · 1 year

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some acotar court mood boards because I am the queen of procrastination and it’s Monday

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #spring court #winter court #summer court #autumn court #prythian #acotar moodboard

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hearth-and-veil · 3 months

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hey! I lurk sometimes on your blog and I was wondering what a/your Red Tent is? :)

many well wishes!

I got this right as I logged on to procrastinate finding an opening poem for the RT this week 🤣 Thank you for the assistance.

A Red Tent, Moon Lodge, or Women's Circle, can have a lot of variation based on who's running it. At its most basic level, it is a meeting where women can just exist together, without the expectation to perform for men. Because women act very differently when we are truly outside of men's presence.

Some are just that, without really anything else added. Mine is more spiritual in nature and fairly structured. It's an event, rather than a get together. We have a topic or theme each meeting in which we discuss something important to women's wellbeing. One was on Divine Female Rage. We had one on connecting to your female body through movement and breath. This year is focused on an exploration of the Divine Feminine Archetypes (The Queen is this Sunday!) Future meetings will include the conceptualizion and healing of the womb space, and healing the Mother Wound.

We do things like allow everyone to present art and writing. We sing and chant together. We have a radical listening exercise, which usually results in a lot of tears because it's an incredible release to just be heard - and then we usually hug it out lol! We eat. We laugh. We talk. We challenge each other and debate, and we come to agreements and smile.

Of course, the celebration of and education on the female body are also critical cornerstones! That's the "red" in Red Tent, the "moon" in Moon Lodge. Body shaming is absolutely not allowed and we LOUDLY correct each other over that. No apologies! No shame! We talk about the weird hairs and the bumps and the chunks and the amazing things our bodies can do.

In the future, we may add Women's Rites and Rituals to mark important events in our lives. For example, I did a mothering ceremony for one of our members. New homes, new businesses, degrees...there aren't established Rites for those and I want to start them.

It is a space for women, by women, about women. Often, it's accused of being a man-hating event, but the truth is we rarely talk about men. The patriarchy, yes, but not men. Men just can't fathom we have anything to talk about but them 😉

It's also a place to heal the divisions that are forced on women to keep us from class consciousness. I'm a business-minded childfree woman. I absolutely don't allow pronatalist rhetoric in my Circle. I also absolutely do not allow the denigration of mothers. I (white) am getting a consultant to help me make sure I'm properly supporting BIPOC women in my group. We're GED-PhD (literally). All religions, all cultures, all creeds - I want to tear down the walls and make a road. Lofty ideals, but I mean them sincerely.

So that's probably a bit of a meandering answer but it's an honest one. I can go more into the history and stuff if you want, too.

#red tent #red tent meeting #moon lodge #women's circle #women's spaces #divine feminine

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The Next Chapter is finally here! Sorry it’s taken so long, I literally could not think of a title and I procrastinated with posting it on here because I have to edit it all over again when I write it on tumblr 😅

Anyways, enjoy!

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Chapter 13

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♦️𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝙰 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝?♠️

The Devil blinked awake after one of the best sleeps she had had in a long time. Though in slightly different positions, both her and Queen Dice were still cuddling and hugging as they were the night before.

She never expected Dice to stay. She thought for sure that she'd leave halfway through the night. Even so, she was glad she stayed. Dice proved once again that she knew just what to do in a situation. She always knew what to do. That's what Lucifer loved about her. That and her smile. And those shimmering green eyes. She could stare into those eyes for hours and never get tired of them.

Shifting to a slightly more comfortable position, the Devil sat up so she could get a better look at Dice. Even sleeping, the woman looked perfect. Even with her face free of any makeup and her hair messy as all Hell, she was flawless. The Devil wanted to kiss every spot on that beautiful face of hers.

But not until she woke up, she needed Dice's permission.

Still sound asleep, Queen Dice snored softly, Old scratch still admiring the beautiful woman. It was still difficult for her to grasp how she managed to score such a gorgeous girlfriend like Queen Dice. One with a lot of wit and certainly one of the main reasons why her Casino was still up and running. It was the woman's idea after all.

Lying down once again, she tucked her head gently in the crook of Dice's neck, listening to her even breathing and slow heart beat. The serine sounds could have put her to sleep once more, had there not been a knock at the door.

The Devil sat up quickly, Queen Dice groggily sitting up as well. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, yawning, as she doesn't usually wake up so early.

"Boss? Are you awake? I brought you breakfast." Henchwoman called through the door, knocking again.

The purple imp knew the Devil's schedule all too well. Even when the demon woke up, to when she went to bed that night. It was almost impressive, definitely appreciated, and a little annoying.

"Boss?" Henchwoman asked again.

Panicking, the Devil looked to Dice, the woman still trying to wake up and function properly.

"Sorry, dear." The Devil whispered, throwing the covers over Dice.

The action surprised Dice, throwing her down. She said a few things, muffled by her groggy and hoarse voice from just waking up, and the covers.

"Shhh!" The Devil hissed before turning to the door. "Yes, come in, Henchwoman."

After the door creaked open, Henchwoman brought the Devil's breakfast to her along with her morning coffee. Henchwoman smiled thoughtfully upon seeing her Boss so excited for her breakfast. For Hellfire's sake, the demon was already digging into her pancakes before Henchwoman had sat the plate down on the bed. Setting her morning coffee on the nightstand, Henchwoman kept her warm smile as she waited further instructions.

Though the Devil seemed to be... Distracted. She ate her breakfast so fast, Henchwoman wasn't sure if the demon had even tasted it. She must've been very hungry, Henchwoman thought.

"Thank you, Henchwoman." Old Scratch finished off her breakfast, shooing Henchwoman away.

"Uhm... Boss? You don't want any updates on the souls in the underworld?"

"You can tell me later."

"Nothing about the Casino's success?"

"That too."

"You ain't even gonna ask me how I am...?" The volume of Henchwoman's voice went low, just enough for the Devil's sharp ears to catch it.

"How are you, Henchwoman?" The Devil smiled warmly, though the tone of her voice only seemed to be pacifying the purple imp.

"Fine..." Henchwoman mumbled, her gaze falling to the floor as her spirits dampened.

"Good! Great!" The Devil shooed her away again. "Why don't you go see if Stickler needs help with anything."

"Sure thing, Boss." Henchwoman forced the smallest smile in a lifetime and walked off, shutting the door behind her.

Once she was gone, Queen Dice sat up from under the covers and smacked the Devil on the back of her head.

"YOUCH!! What did I do?!" Lucifer rubbed the back of her head.

"That was for being rude and uncaring to Henchwoman." Queen Dice snapped before giving her girlfriend a kiss on the cheek. "And that's for keeping your secret." She smacked the Devil's face. "And that's for not saving any of your breakfast for me."

"Will you stop hitting me?" The Devil massaged her cheek where Dice smacked her.

"Sorry, Dee, but I had to teach you a lesson. Why're you so afraid of Henchwoman finding out anyway?" Dice crossed her arms.

"Because..." Devil sighed. "I... Appreciate... And... I care for Henchwoman... But the dear girl don't know how to keep her mouth shut. Especially around Stickler- And you and I both know that Stickler will tell everyone."

"You don't trust her?"

Those words stung. Of course Devil trusted Henchwoman. Hell, she'd been the only one there for the Devil most of her miserable existence. She'd done nothing but support her and try to keep the Devil happy, even at her worst. Sure, Devil may have been too hard on her at times when she'd screw up. Maybe she should give her another chance.

"Fine, I'll talk to her."

Queen Dice placed a hand at the side of the Devil's face, turning her head towards her. Without warning, she kissed the demon on the lips.

"And that's for agreeing with me."

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Henchwoman sadly made her way back to the kitchen, but not before she heard hurried footsteps behind her. Turning around, she was surprised to see her Boss trying to catch up with her. She found it peculiar that Old Scratch didn't just use her trident. Though she didn't bring it up, as that would just make the Boss angry with her.

"Henchwoman," The Devil came to a stop, brushing her clothes off and fixing her hair. "First of all, I'm..." Her voice drifted off as she fumbled with her words.

"You're...?" Henchwoman creased her eyebrows.

"It's hard for me to say..." Something seemed to be stopping her from what she wanted to say. "I'm sorry."

"Ok..." Henchwoman decided it'd be best not to frustrate her Boss even more, even if a part of her wanted a wholehearted apology.

"And second of all... Can we go to my office? I'd like to speak in private, if you don't mind."

"D'uh... Sure."

After dropping off the food cart and heading upstairs to her office, Henchwoman was a little less than excited. Whenever the Boss wanted to talk to her in private, it was never a good sign. It usually meant either she or someone else was doing something wrong and the Devil wanted it fixed right away. The problem was, Henchwoman never knew what it was until her Boss noticed it and approached her about it. Getting scolded by the Devil was never an easy task. Though judging by her calm demeanor, this might not be as bad as Henchwoman would think. But she'd learn from years of experience to always be on your toes when dealing with the Devil and her rage.

Once getting to the Casino floor, the Devil lead the way to her office, not uttering a word until the door was clicked shut and locked.

"Now, Henchwoman, what I'm about to tell you does not leave this room. Understand?" Old Scratch said sternly.

"Ok."

"Swear to me that you won't tell anyone."

"I won't."

"SWEAR IT."

"Ok! Ok! I swear I won't tell nobody!"

"Good."

The Devil heaved in a long sigh, closing her eyes as she prepared for what she was about to say. All the while Henchwoman was dreading to hear what her Boss had to say, but was also curious and a bit concerned. Usually when the Devil wanted to speak with her alone, it was a complaint. And she was a lot more brash and short with Henchwoman. Now, she just seemed... Nervous about something.

"Henchwoman... This has been going on for a few days now... And I... I need to address it..."

Oh dear.

"I haven't told you because... Well, multiple reasons, but we'll get into that..."

Here it comes.

"But... Queen Dice and I... We... We're dating..."

Oh.

OH-

"You're... You're what?"

"Dating. Queen Dice and I are dating."

"O— Oh..." Henchwoman's gaze fell to the floor slowly as she seemed to wrap her head around the situation. "Ok... That’s… That’s great!…”

"Henchie? Are you ok?"

Henchwoman's purple eyes shot back up as she smiled widely nodding. It was a pained smile. One forced and agonizing. Though she said nothing more, only keeping the smile on for her Boss.

The Devil knew something was wrong, but she didn't quite know how to describe it. She hadn't the slightest clue why Henchwoman would need to force her smile. Perhaps ahead was angry; the Devil had promised that she would never fall for a mortal again. And once again she broke that promise.

Even if she wanted to, she couldn't just ask what was wrong with her companion. It didn't feel right, and even if she did, Henchwoman was so quick to please her that she'd lie on a whim. So she decided to pretend that she hadn't noticed;

"I'm sorry I hadn't told you before... We're trying to keep it a secret... Not that... That I don't trust you it's just..." Lucifer cleared her throat, averting her gaze.

"It's fine Boss, I understand." The imp answered.

"So... You won't mind keeping the secret?"

"Not at all."

"Fantastic! Thank you, Henchwoman!" The Devil sighed. "I'm so glad to get that off my chest... You may return to your duties now, Henchwoman." She waved her off soon enough.

"Right..." Henchwoman turned to go out the door, stopping short before she opened the door. "Hey... Boss?" She turned to face her.

"Henchwoman? Is something wrong?"

"No... No... I was just... Nevermind."

Henchwoman opened the door and quickly exited her Boss' office, clicking the door shut.

Sighing, the Devil turned to her unfinished and barely worked on pile of unsigned contracts. The pile only grew taller and taller every day, she really should get to working on them soon. Soon...

Very soon.

But not right now.

Standing from her seat, Lucifer headed out the door, off to the kitchen to get a morning coffee and see her girlfriend.

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"Do you think they'll care if we sneak out to make some breakfast?" Cuphead asked, opening the door ajar and looking around to see if the coast was clear.

"I'm sure they won't, the Devil didn't seem to mind yesterday." Mugma'am stuck her head out above her sister's.

After checking to see if they were safe to go, the two of them went off to the kitchen down in Hell to get a quick bite to eat. After that, who knows what. There wasn't much to do in Hell; the deck of cards Dice had given them got boring really fast. Other than that, they didn't know what else to do with their time.

Almost arriving to the kitchen, they heard an extra set of footsteps, making them freeze in place. Though, they soon found it was just Henchwoman.

"Good morning, Henchwoman." Mugma'am offered a smile to the friwnung demon.

"Hey." Henchwoman only seemed to be able to muster so much as a little smile before her frown returned.

"Why're you so down?" Cuphead asked.

"It's... Nothin... Really it's nothin..." Nothing seemed to lift her spirits, she only continued on her way.

"It don't seem like nothin." Cuphead muttered to her sister, Mugma'am shrugging.

Upon coming to the kitchen, the two of them found the Devil and Queen Dice making coffee. Well, Dice was, the Devil was just talking. No doubt she didn't know how to work the coffee maker.

"I know it's a lot, but that's the price to pay for being a business woman." Dice continued their conversation. "But hey, at least you've got an awesome girlfriend to kiss afterwards."

"You're right, you are pretty cool." The Devil winked.

"I know." Queen Dice sat the Devil's '#1 Boss' mug next to her on the table as she walked off with her own. "I'm off to prepare the Casino for the day, I'll see you later." She winked to her Boss. "G'mornin girls." She walked past the sisters in the doorway.

"Morning." The Devil spoke to them as well, a little less enthusiastic than Queen Dice.

"Good Morning Mrs. Devil." Mugma'am sat at an adjacent chair to the demon.

"Hey Devil, is there anything fun to do here in the Underworld?" Cuphead asked.

"What do you mean? Is that deck of cards Dice gave you not good enough for you?"

"There's only so many things to do with a deck of cards before they get boring."

"Fair enough." The Devil sighed. "But unfortunately, unless you want to work, torture souls or go to business meetings; not really." She rolled her ember eyes. "I for one, however, have many hobbies; painting, singing, gambling, torturing, sleeping, collecting assortments of shiny objects— You know."

"Uggggh! Why is it so boring down here?!" Cuphead groaned, stitching down in a third chair.

"Hey! I'm not boring! I'll have you know painting is relaxing, but not boring!" The demon's eye caught the clock on the wall above the door. "Looks like that time again. Well, I need to get to my meeting and then do my duties in the underworld." She stood up with her coffee. "I'm summoning a Hellhound today." She winked.

"Woah, a Hellhound?! Can we come?!" Cuphead asked excitedly.

The Devil stared for a moment, actually seeming to give it some thought. Pursing her lips, she stared between the two girls, giving her their very best puppy eyes.

"No. I don't think so."

Cuphead groaned loudly again as the Devil went off to leave the room, her ear twitching as she heard Cuphead's protest.

"You can either find something to do, or I can assign you a job in my Casino." The Devil spoke sternly.

"Woah, really?! What kind of jobs?! Would we be scamming off rich people like Dice does?" Cuphead jumped in her seat.

"Well, you're both seventeen; not old enough to work behind the bar or work a card table. So...; Cleaning duty." The demon smirked.

Both of the girls grimaced and looked at one another as the Devil laughed loudly.

"That's what I thought." She walked back through the door. "Why don't you two go outside or something? It's not like you're prisoners or anything." She mumbled, shaking her head as she continued.

"Hey, she's right, y'know. Sure, we're staying in Hell, but we're not prisoners." Mugma'am said. "Why don't we just go out and do what we usually do?"

"I guess I just never thought of that... But yeah! We totally could!"

"Just stay clear of anyone who looks like they might be from the orphanage. Especially that lady that owns the orphanage."

"Right."

#welcome back to the casino au #humanized au #genderbend #cuphead au #fanfiction #the devil cuphead #queen dice #devildice #cup sisters #cuphead #mugma’am #henchwoman

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