#death tyrants are rough as it turns out

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you'd best run, boy

#dnd #uncharted lands #from the fight that killed reed's (just literally confessed hours previously) boyfriend #we couldn't have written it more tragically it was Bonkers #death tyrants are rough as it turns out #reed #hover #tempus #shae #gif

[iceunhie]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ⊹ unexpected development ! ꒱ ˎˊ˗

summary ⁠☆ you get transported into your favorite otome game’s world as a shitty side character with a raging death flag. you try to prevent your inevitable destruction... but it doesn't go according to plan as much as you'd hope.

notes ☆ of course it's another scaramouche fic except this time it's plot is manhwa inspired

“This trashy game!” you curse, watching the pitch black GAME OVER screen linger in your phone. Happy music plays despite the current cg of your character at the hands of the tyrant character slash love interest Scaramouche. You sigh, tapping on the back button. “I was so close to completing his route… stupid, stupid game, ugh…”

Teyvat’s Seven Stars was a new otome game that you'd tried out for fun, bored out of your mind. The amazing art and soundtrack garnered your interest, not to mention the male leads were totally your type!

It had an array of tropes and spared no expense of flowery scenes and fanservicey excerpts that made you play despite its massive cashgrab feature. Heart fluttering near death scenes! Action packed romantic scenes with the main characters! It was consuming you and you loved it.

Even if the Scaramouche route was testing your patience.

You get that he was the most difficult to conquer out of all of them, but really, one! wrong! move! ….and an immediate gameover. Life sucks when he's your favorite character, and when your favorite character was notoriously known for having a horrid and difficult complete clear route that no one has completed yet, of course you needed to complete it, no matter what!

Damn it, now you've run out of love points to restart another run. Fuck you, system! Stupid trashy money grabbing game! You put down your phone, closing it. An immediate heavy weight settles on your shoulders, making you feel sleepy as you clutch your phone to bed.

Tomorrow… you'll complete his route for sure…

[ TEYVAT’S SEVEN STARS SYSTEM ACTIVATED! RUNNING GAME FILE NOW ]

Ah. You should've known what was coming.

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[ CHARACTER FILE: [NAME] [LAST NAME] - CROWN PRINCE KUNIKUZUSHI’S BETROTHED! ]

What the fuck.

You think you've lost feeling in your jaw when the glare of the system shines bright, mocking you.

“[Name], you're awake!” You turn to the sound, and you face probably the most beautiful person you've ever seen. No, what the hell. You've seen him before.

Beautiful silky dark hair, glossy electric indigo eyes, a perpetual aura of ethereal lightness…. the game descriptions weren't lying after all. yes, you weren't dreaming. This was Scaramouche, or should you say at this point in time… Kunikuzushi?

He immediately clings to you. Oh. Oh. Well fuck. “I… uh.”

Scara- ahem, Kunikuzushi’s eyes are littered with tears and oh no you're a weak hearted person for your favorite character. “I'm so glad you're okay! I'm sorry, my mother- I mean, I'm so glad you're okay.”

The rest of the moments is a blur when your… fiance? betrothed? fills you in on what happened. Your mind is fuzzy and you can only piece together just a rough summary of what point in the game you're in.

So, you are currently three years early from the main story. Unfortunately, you are not either of the main protagonists Lumine or Aether. No, the system apparently hates you for being a hater and gave you the most egregious role.

A side character. A side character who barely even appears in the story, left to be trampled on by the story's plot. What's more, you're in the timeline wherein the current Kunikuzushi doesn't take the name Scaramouche because his Mother, the lone Queen Raiden Ei left him when he could not pass the Inazuma kingdom’s test to be worthy of the gnosis.

He took the name Scaramouche after being trained by the shady organization known as the Fatui, the main villainous force in the game and usurped his mother. In other words, a blackened tyrant character!

...And you were the betrothed his mother set for him - executed in the future because he didn't want any trace of Ei’s influence. Amazing.

The future Kunikuzushi would be an arrogant, tsundere and soft-for-only-one-person type of character, but now, he was like a gentle, tucked away from the world young prince.

Wait…. wasn’t he also gullible before?! Very cute, but it's no wonder he blackened so quickly with such a naive personality!

You, well, technically, the character [Name] [Last Name] ended up in this situation after they threatened to leave Kunikuzushi because he was far too fragile for their taste. A side character who’d contributed to Scaramouche’s blackening and paid for it with their life. That was who you were.

Okay, now you pity this boy a lot. He already had a traumatic childhood with Ei not giving him enough love and therefore a plethora of issues, and he'd even end up being a crazy tyrant who stopped at nothing to get the main protagonist in his grasp! For your death flag not to happen, you HAD to do something about that.

You had no choice.

To survive this horrendous fate, you came up with a plan. And that would be Plan give-kunikuzushi-all-the-love-in-the-word-before-he-meets-the-protagonist-and-turn-into-a-blackened-dark-tyrant!

Okay, lengthy plan, but to plan ahead is to be smart, so you can take care of the name later.

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So far so good, this plan of yours. Plan get-kunikuzushi-to-turn-into-a-sparkly-prince character and not his blackened self was going well! (You gave up on thinking of a cool name) Thank god for cliche romance novels.

So far, you've increased your proximity to him, including him to spend time with you, showering him with bouts of affection and care. And so far, it's been paying off. The once secluded Prince has become so cute and so sweet!

You have to pat yourself on the back for this. You were doing the protagonist a huge favor that now they had a wonderful love interest in their sights for future reference.

Although, if there was one nitpick you had on your conduct, it would be the fact that Kunikuzushi didn't take kindly to others aside from you, and would even be panicked, utterly devastated if you even brought up the mere mention of leaving.

“Break… our engagement in the future?” if it weren't for him looking shell-shocked and deathly pale, the furrow on Kunikuzushi’s face would've been cute. “No! I don't want that! You aren't planning to leave me, are you?”

He gives you the most horrendous god kneeling look of a plea, and of course you drop the subject immediately.

“It was a joke, of course. I'd never want to break our engagement!” you hurriedly reassure, gently taking his hands in yours.

Kunikuzushi looks at you, all puppy eyes and pink cheeks. So cute. Who wouldn't want to stay by his side? You reassure him, “Whatever happens, I'll always stay by your side, okay?”

He looks at your intertwined hands with an unreadable expression on his face. “Do you promise?”

You nod. “I promise, Kuni.”

He nods, gripping your hands tighter, and his expression rivals a blazing sun, brimming with conviction as he pulls you in for a huge hug.

And of course, who wouldn't turn down an opportunity to hug their favorite character?

Surely this time, you’ll definitely escape the death flag and horrendous side character ending, right?!

You don't notice the shadow on Kuni’s face when the mere mention of being separated from you comes up.

In the back of your mind, you wonder what would happen if your Kunikuzushi met the protagonist. Would he immediately fall for them? you wonder, and an uncharacteristic pang of discomfort tugs at your chest. Ah, what would it matter.

You smile at the gentle, pristine and kind Kunikuzushi that's currently excitedly telling you about how Ei praised his sword skills after he beat his younger sister. Even if the main protagonist would come here, you could keep this adorable Kunikuzushi for yourself for just a little longer.

You kiss his cheek, and he heats up. Yes, the future can wait for now.

How the hell did it come to this?

“You told me you'd always stay by my side, right?” a hand slicked with blood is resting on the side of your face. Electric indigo eyes, these ones now having a ruthless glint to them, stare up at your own. “I've removed everything else that can take you away from me. Now, you have no reason to leave.”

By remove, he meant the man who'd decided to make a move on you after you went to the gardens for some fresh air. Hence the blood on his hands and sword, hence the reason why there's a dead body by your feet.

The once adorable and fair-faced Kunikuzushi still turned into Scaramouche after all, and you failed to prevent his blackening. He was truly, undoubtedly the same game Scaramouche.

But… Why was he acting like this? Wasn't this the exclusive feature only the protagonist should be experiencing?

He presses a kiss to your forehead, then the back of your palm. You blush.

Yes, he is now an extremely dangerous individual capable of executing anyone he deems appropriate to just for the sake of it, and yes, this same man is kneeling before you as you're just about to leave after the main storyline cg act just started. And yes, like the protagonist, you should stay far, far away from him.

But could you really? When he was pleading you with such an expression of longing and yearning? He takes your hand to caress it to the side of his face, eyes haughty and grin unsettling, gosh was he so… so attractive, like that.

“You won't leave, right?” Why was he so…. so sweet? Why was this scene structured as if you were the one he wanted to be with, not the protagonist? “You promised me, after all.”

….And why on earth did your heart leap out of your chest when he said he wanted you to stay?

(It was hard to pretend you didn't know why when the smile on your face said otherwise.)

1.5k words, only the real ones know that ive been planning a cliche otome game au since day 1 I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED TO ME WHEN I WAS WRITING THIS FIC 😭 might turn this into a series if people like this though <3

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#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi x you #scaramouche drabble #kunikuzushi fluff #mhie's spirals #teyvat's seven stars ☆

[redrose10]

Chapter 15!

This one has a lot of ups and downs. I really hope you guys like this chapter. We are getting closer to the end. As always I appreciate all the comments and messages.

Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Word count: 4, 806

Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

Tag list: @gimeow @kam9404 @viankiss @baechugff @gaby-93 @kayleefriedchicken @igot7fairlyoddparents @jalexad @drrookie

Entering the passcode into Jimins door lock was harder than you expected in your current state. You weren’t sure what was worse, the pounding headache from the hangover, the pain in your chest from having Yoongi break your heart again, or the nausea in your stomach from the guilt of sleeping with Woo-Sung.

It seemed like a great idea last night. You were upset and hurt and you knew Yoongi really didn’t like him so it seemed like the perfect way to get back at him. But when you woke up in his bed with your dress still half off of your body you felt an immediate sense of regret. You felt like you stooped down to Yoongi’s level. You knew you were better than that.

Dropping your bag by the front door all you wanted to do was take a hot shower and sleep off all of the feelings you were having. To make it worse you were supposed to go over to Yoongi’s later with Woo-Sung, neither men you wanted to see right now.

You felt like the universe was out to get you when you turned the corner finding Jimin and Yoongi sitting at the table talking and sipping on some coffee. Yoongi noticed you first eyeing you up and down with a smirk clearly liking your outfit.

Jimin noticed you next but he didn’t have the same reaction. Instead he snorted at your appearance.

“Rough night?”, he asked.

“Don’t want to talk about it.”, you mumbled beginning to walk away.

“And here I thought I had a terrible time being stuck at the office with your husband for eighteen hours straight, but seems you got me beat.”, he continued.

You stopped suddenly turning to face the two men.

“Wait you both were at the office all day yesterday?”

“Yeah we got there yesterday morning and found out we were about to lose the JYP deal so we spent all day and night in negotiations trying to save it. This tyrant over here wouldn’t even let me leave to go eat. Y/N, I had to starve.”, Jimin dramatically pointed over at Yoongi.

“I really hope you get an Oscar for that performance. I told you that you couldn’t go get lunch because Han from JYP was supposed to contact us back at any minute for a conference call. Did you forget that afterwards I ordered you a very nice steak dinner AND then got you late night pizza when you were still hungry?”, Yoongi rolled his eyes.

He then turned his attention over to you, “I’m sorry I didn’t call Y/N. I was just so stressed about this whole thing. That would’ve been a multimillion dollar loss so I had to stay really focused until we were able to save it.”

You nodded which only made your headache and nausea even worse. Suddenly you weren’t in the sleeping mood.

“Jimin can I talk to you about something please. Like right now. In private.”

The two men gave you a questioning look before Jimin pushed himself away from the table and followed you to your current room.

“What’s going on? You seem really off.”, he asked while you shut the door.

“Jimin I need you to be 100% completely honest with me. Did Yoongi leave the office at any point yesterday?”

You checked your phone to see what time Mrs. Chan had called as she said she’d seen Yoongi ten minutes beforehand.

“Were you with him at around three in the afternoon?”

He looked at you with a confused look.

“Yoongi got there at his normal time in the morning and that’s when he got the message that the JYP deal was falling apart. We spent the entire day in his office. Luckily he has that in suite bathroom or he probably would’ve just handed me an empty bottle. We were on a call with someone from JYP around 3. We finally left at about 2am and he wanted to come here and see you and then you weren’t here so we just stayed awake to wait for you. I was with him the entire time and he never left the room.”

You sat on the edge of the bed and pulled your knees up to your chest. “Oh no oh no oh no. I can’t believe this. Jimin what did I do? Why did I believe that crazy old woman?”

“Y/N what’s going on? What did you do?”

You shook your head, “I fucked up. I just ruined everything.”

“Hey hey just calm down. What happened?”

“Our neighbor called me yesterday to complain about Yoongi and Suri making out in the hallway of the apartment building. I asked her if she was sure it was Yoongi and she said yes. She could even smell his cologne. So I got really upset and did something so stupid. I went over to Woo-Sungs and got pretty drunk and ended up sleeping with him. I’m so awful. I’m not that kind of person. And Yoongi has been trying so hard to fix everything and change and I just went and blew it in one night.”

You expected your best friend to hug you, maybe wipe your tears, and offer some comforting words. You didn’t expect him to double over in laugher right in front of you though.

“What the hell Jimin? It’s not funny.”

“Yes it is Y/N. It really is. You really don’t remember anything do you?”

You shook your head. He took a seat next to you and continued, “Woo-Sung called Yoongi last night while we were at the office. He said you showed up to his place already pretty tipsy complaining about how your neighbor told you about Yoongi and Suri making out in the hallway. Before he could stop you, you grabbed a bottle of whiskey off the counter and took a few big swigs. You got pretty drunk off of it and then moments later you tried removing your dress, but only got the straps off when you tripped because your shoes were too big and then you started crying. Woo-Sung said he was waiting for his mom to stop by to drop off some stuff so he couldn’t leave and was just gonna let you sleep it off in his bed and then bring you home in the morning, but he wanted Yoongi to know about it. He even sent Yoongi a text later saying he owed him for having to sleep on the couch in his own home.”

“What?! So I didn’t actually sleep with him? And you guys knew about all of this? Then how did Mrs. Chan smell his cologne in the hallway?”

He continued to laugh at your expense, “Do you really think Yoongi would be so calmly sitting at the table if he came home at 2am to find you missing and he didn’t know where you were? Remember that one time you took too much cold medicine and were completely passed out? Well when you didn’t answer Yoongi’s call in the middle of the night he sent Jungkook to check on you.”

“What?! I knew I saw someone in my room that night, but I kept telling myself it was just the fever making me see things. I am gonna kill them both.”

Jimin laughed even harder, “He was just really worried because he knew how sick you were and then you weren’t answering him which was unlike you. In his defense Jungkook was only supposed to knock on the door to see if you answered. Jungkook’s the one that went rouge and broke in like he was James Bond or something.”

“Okay whatever. I’ll take that up with Jungkook another day.”, you huffed.

“So Yoongi knows everything and is okay with it?”, you asked.

“I mean sure he was kind of pissed off you ran to Woo-Sung right away, but I think he gets it. Yoongi is well aware of his past with you. And as far as Mrs. Chan is concerned, Suri wears the feminine version of Yoongi’s cologne. Some bullshit about it reminding her of him. I told Taehyung to discontinue it, but it’s a best seller and I think he’s a little scared of Suri to be honest. That old bat Mrs. Chan just probably didn’t notice the difference and assumed it was Yoongi. Suri also has a type so there’s a high probability that this guy she was with did look like Yoongi especially from behind.”

You stared at the ground somehow feeling better, but worse at the same time.

You definitely owe Woo-Sung an apology for your behavior. You wondered if your famous cookies would be enough.

A knock at the door interrupted Jimins giggle fit and when he opened it Yoongi appeared holding a hot cup of coffee and a bagel sandwich. Jimin got the hint and left to finally get some sleep while Yoongi took his place sitting down next to you on the bed offering the coffee.

“Here drink this. I’m sure you feel even worse than you look right now.”

Taking the cup you took a sip of the hot liquid. The caffeine instantly taking the edge off of your headache.

“I’m sorry Yoongi. I shouldn’t have acted out like that especially without talking to you first. I was just so upset and hurt and not thinking straight.”

He smiled, “No need to be sorry. I understand why you did it. Honestly, I’m mostly upset that he got to see you in this dress before I did.”

Playfully you shoved his shoulder.

“I feel a little hurt honestly. I went over there looking like this and he just put me to sleep without even touching me.”

“Well I mean I’m like one of the biggest assholes on the planet and even I wouldn’t take advantage of a drunk woman no matter what she was wearing.”

You nodded, “True, true. I guess that is a good thing. There should be more people like that.”

“Yeah there really should AND it might also have a little something to do with the fact that when he agreed to go along with this whole plan, I might have, kind of, told him that if he ever touched you I’d take his guitar and shove it down his throat.”

“Yoongi that wasn’t very nice.”, you scolded somewhat playfully somewhat seriously.

Feeling a sudden rush of dizziness you rested your head on his shoulder taking in the smell of his cologne which had pretty much all worn off at that point besides a faint touch of cinnamon.

“We really need to get you a new cologne by the way. You’re like a billionaire, but you only have one bottle. It doesn’t make sense.”

“You should pick one out for me. Something that you like.”

“Really? Can I?”

“Yeah, but maybe don’t get this one customized.”

He chuckled while you cringed at the memory.

“If you weren’t with Suri then who was she making out with in the hallway?”, you asked taking a bite of the bagel he was offering you.

He shrugged his shoulders, “Don’t know and don’t care. Hopefully she found some other poor soul to suck the life out of. But it does worry me that she might have something up her sleeve and this was all part of a bigger plan of hers. So we should definitely be on the watch for that.”

You finished off the bagel with some help from Yoongi before deciding that it was time for a shower and to get some sleep before Woo-Sung would pick you up to head over and put the rest of the plan in motion.

As you stood up you glanced over at the dresser where you had placed your ring the day before noticing an empty spot.

“Oh no! Where did it go?”, you said in between tears that instantly started falling. You dropped down on the ground feeling around hoping to find it.

“Y/N what’s wrong?”

“I lost it Yoongi.”

“Lost what? Your mind?”, he chuckled.

“Not funny. I lost my ring. I put it right here on the dresser before I left last night. I have no idea how it could be lost.”

Still crawling around on the floor you didn’t even notice that Yoongi had walked over and was now crouching down next to you. When he finally cleared his throat you turned around so fast almost knocking him over. He was holding up the ring you were currently crying over.

“I saw it when I came to look for you in here after getting back from the office. I didn’t want it to get lost so I put it in my pocket.”

“Oh thank goodness.”, you said trying to grab the ring, but he took it just out of your reach.

“Yoongi can I please have my ring back?”

“I think you should go ringless for now. It’ll be more believable to Suri if you’re not wearing it. Every little detail counts.”

You couldn’t stop the pout that formed on your lips and Yoongi couldn’t stop himself from finding it to be the cutest thing ever.

“Plus I thought maybe when this whole thing is over I’d propose to you again. You know like actually propose, like you deserve.”, he said helping you off the floor.

“Alright, but it better include a song you wrote for me or I might just say no this time.”, you chuckled which Yoongi met with a gummy smile and blushed cheeks.

“I wish you could stay here with me.”, you said watching him put on his jacket.

“I know. Me too, but I don’t want the she demon to get suspicious.”

You laughed at the new nickname for Suri before wrapping your arms around him.

“Just a little more time and then we can put this all behind us.”, he gave you a kiss and you watched him walk out the door.

When you woke up a few hours later your headache had disappeared and you were feeling much better. After getting ready you walked out to find the living room already packed. Yoongi and Jin were sat at the table arguing over what restaurant they should order chicken from. Jimin was at the stove making a large pot of coffee knowing it’ll be needed. You heard someone clear their throat and then you saw Woo-Sung sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room. Your cheeks instantly heated up with embarrassment.

Slowly you walked over to stand next to him.

“Listen Woo-Sung I am so sorry about last night. I was just upset and not thinking straight. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable and I’m sorry that you had to sleep on the couch.”

He chuckled before shaking his head, “It’s okay Y/N. I’m just glad you came to me instead of going some place where you could’ve been taken advantage of. Cause I mean you did look really really good last night. If your husband wasn’t so scary I’d definitely say we should try that again, but sober.”

Before you could reply someone grabbed your hand and started pulling you away. Without looking you already knew it was Yoongi.

He glared at Woo-Sung before mouthing at him to watch it.

“How are you feeling?”, he asked once you were comfortably sitting at the table next to him.

“Better I guess. How about you?”

“Exhausted. I think I only got like two hours of sleep.”

“Was Suri there when you got back?”

He chuckled, “Yeah unfortunately. I found out who her hallway friend was.”

“Seriously? How? Who was it?”, you gasped with wide eyes.

“Suri left her phone out on the table while she was showering and luckily I guessed her passcode in only two tries. I saw these text messages between her and some guy that goes by Woozi. There was a photo of him as the contact and he looks a lot like me. I could see how Mrs. Chan would get confused. They went back and forth about planning a meet up and making out in the hall as the neighbors were walking around. It seems she knew that one of the neighbors would end up calling you to tell you what they saw. I have a feeling that she’s still not 100% satisfied with the situation and wants to make sure that there’s absolutely no chance that you and I reconcile.”

“She’s crazy Yoongi. There’s no nice way to put it. What did you ever see in her?”

“She was an easy hookup. I thought she felt the same way that I did. I swear I never thought she’d get like this.”

Before you could speak Jin cleared his throat indicating it was time to get things started.

Jimin and Jin helped attach the hidden recording device to Woo-Sungs chest using some tape. His shirt hid it nicely and they ran some quick tests to make sure everything was in order. Yoongi texted Suri to let her know that he was stuck at the office again, but that you would be stopping by to grab more of your things. Yoongi was going to stay there with Jimin and Jin so that Suri would feel more comfortable talking to Woo-Sung.

Yoongi met you at the dork to help you with your coat and Jin met you not long after.

“So everyone has their story straight? Remember Woo-Sung, just try and get her to do most of the talking. Try and guide her into revealing that Namjoon is the father and that she’s been blackmailing Yoongi with it.”, Jin spoke as Woo-Sung nodded in understanding.

You gave Yoongi a quick kiss goodbye before heading out the door.

Standing outside the penthouse door you were confused whether you should knock or just go in or maybe have Yoongi call her. Woo-Sung gave your hand a light squeeze, “We got this.”Opting for option number two you entered in the passcode which thankfully still worked. Just as you were taking off your shoes you could hear a loud sigh come from the entrance way.

“Don’t you know how to knock? You don’t live here any more remember? Or is that too much for your little brain to handle.”

“Fuck off Suri. Yoongi said he told you I was coming over. I just have to grab a few things and then we’ll leave.”

“Well hello to you too you little bitc-. Kim Woo-Sung? What are you doing here?”

Turning around you saw that Woo-Sung had made an appearance which quickly got the attention of Suri.

He smiled and outstretched his hand, “Nice to meet you. I’m just here with Y/N.”

“With Y/N? What is someone like you doing with a poor waste of space like her?”

He awkwardly cleared his throat, “She’s actually quite lovely.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the compliment as you walked back towards your old room. You really didn’t need anything so you grabbed a small bag and started filling it with random articles of clothing to make it seem like you took something.

“Come sit with me. Would you like any bring to drink?”, Suri asked flirtatiously.

He shook his head taking the seat next to her on the couch.

Back at Jimins apartment him, Jin, and Yoongi were all listening to the conversation in real time.

“This is so cool. I feel like a secret agent.”, Jimin quipped.

The two older men quickly gave him a look to silence him.

“I really hope this works.”, Yoongi replied. “It’ll be fine. We just have to get what we need.”, Jin said trying to calm his friend.

“So how did the two of you meet?”, Suri asked twirling a strand of hair around her pointer finger.

“Ummm we met a while ago at a party. You know, friend of a friend type stuff. ”

“Oh and are you two just now getting to know each other?”

“Yeah Y/N has been pretty upset lately. She has been going through a lot of stuff so we’ve really connected.”

“Mmhm I see.”

“Yeah so what about you? I heard from Y/N you’re pregnant with Yoongi’s baby?”

She giggled,”Yes I sure am. See the little bump? We are so excited. Yoongi’s been picking out names already and we’re going to start on the nursery once Y/N gets the rest of her crap out of there.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes so hard he gave himself a headache while Jimin and Jin couldn’t contain their laughter next to him.

“Congratulations. I’m sure Yoongi is super excited. He’ll have a little farmhand to give him some help.”

“I’m sorry what?”, she asked coughing on her sip of water.

“Yeah Yoongi told me a while ago that if he ever had children he wouldn’t want them to grow up in an apartment in the city with a dad who was never around because all he did was work. So he said he’d leave the company and move out to the countryside and buy a sheep farm for his family to live on.”

“Oh my God, Yoongi and these fucking sheep.”, you whispered to yourself after eavesdropping on the conversation the best you could from your room.

“No I don’t think Yoongi would do that. I mean why would he give all this up?”, she asked gesturing around the very large penthouse.

He shrugged, “Dont know. I just heard Jin complaining that he was going to have to drive his Mercedes in the mud to go visit Yoongi since he was was looking at farmland for sale the other day.”

“Well we are not going to live like that so I’ll have to say something to him.”

“Yeah probably should bring that up to him. Especially before he wastes the time and money to order the DNA test.”, he chuckled.

“What DNA test?”

“Oh well I just assumed that someone with as much power and money as Yoongi would require a DNA test for any kid being claimed as his. You know, just to protect his assets and stuff.”

“No Yoongi wouldn’t do that. He knows this baby is his. There’s no way he’d put me or the baby through that. And even if he did for some reason I’d never agree to it.”, she nervously chuckled.

“I mean I’m pretty sure he could get it court ordered if he really wanted to.”

“Wow, she went through all this scheming and conniving and never even thought about what would happen if Yoongi asked for a DNA test. What an idiot.”, Jimin chuckled.

“I mean we never thought about that either. We could’ve just requested that she get a DNA test and when it showed Yoongi wasn’t the father we could’ve just used that. We didn’t even have to go through this whole extravagant thing.”, Jin responded. The three men sat staring at each other in realization.

Yoongi cleared his throat, “This is a good thing though. Now we will have this recording as well to make sure she can’t twist it around.”

Suri was beginning to panic. She hadn’t even thought about the possibility of Yoongi requesting his own DNA test because she honestly believed Yoongi would just bow down and give in to her.

“Why do you care so much about a DNA test? It doesn’t matter to you anyway.”, she spat.

Woo-Sung put his hands up in defense, “I really don’t care. I was just asking since Yoongi is an acquaintance of mine and I care about his well-being. You’re the one that’s getting so defensive about it.”

“Sorry, it’s just the hormones or something.”, she said trying to calm herself down.

You had quietly moved to the hallway just out of sight of the two of them in the living room. This was taking a lot longer than you had thought it would and you weren’t sure that Suri was going to break. You weren’t sure where he was going with this, but you were done leaving it up to the men and decided to take matters into your own hands. You made your presence known by greeting the two of them.

Yoongi, Jin, and Jimin looked at each other in panic as they heard your voice through the speaker. They hadn’t gotten what they needed so you weren’t supposed to be there yet.

As you sat down on the chair opposite Suri and Woo-Sung she scoffed at your audacity to make yourself comfortable.

“What are you doing? You don’t live here any more remember. Don’t be rude.”, she glared at you.

“Yes Suri, I am aware of that. I left on my own. I just wanted to talk things out with you. Like adults.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. Things were great between Yoongi and I and then you showed up. But now we finally get to be a happy family. Me, him, and our baby.”

You fought back an eye roll, “I am happy for you and I hope you guys have a long happy life together. If you ever need anything just let me know. I am always here.”

Suri looked at you with suspicion, “Why would I ever need anything from you?”

“I don’t know. I mean one day when Yoongi decides he’s had enough and leaves and you’re left all alone you might need some help.”, you shrugged.

“That will never happen. Especially now that I’m pregnant.”

“Mmhm. I mean he already hardly comes home now that you’re living here. Who knows how many women he’s hooking up with just to get away from you.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re mad he left you.”

“Am I? Do you really think I care? I still get the benefits of being his wife without the emotional baggage that comes with it. You on the other hand? You’re just the other woman that he accidentally got pregnant. If that baby really is his.”

Suri scoffed, “Of course this baby is his. Who else’s would it be?”

“I don’t know. Could be the guy you were making out with in the hallway the other day. Woozi I think his name is? Could be any other guy in this country. I mean I was having a few drinks with Namjoon the other day and he said some interesting stuff that makes me think the baby could even be his.”

You could see Suri’s body tense up at the mention of Namjoon.

You continued, “He mentioned something about the two of you hooking up and now you’re suddenly pregnant. Seems a little suspicious to me.”

“So what? I hooked up with him. I’m an adult and can sleep with whoever I want.”, she crossed her arms.

“No no you’re right. You can sleep with anyone you want. Just like Namjoon can take you to court over the custody of this baby if he wants to and it sounds like he does.”

“He doesn’t have the guts to do that. He’s way too passive.“

“I don’t know. He seemed pretty set on it the other day. Said he was already contacting lawyers and everything.”

Suri was visibly upset. You were starting to feel kind of bad because you didn’t want the innocent baby getting stressed out. You just needed that final push to send her overboard.

“Namjoon showed me all the proof he has while we were drinking. It all looked pretty believable to me, but then again I’m not a lawyer.”

“What proof?! I destroyed the DNA test that verified him as the father. I deleted every conversation we had about it. Namjoon has nothing confirming he is the father other than word of mouth and that means nothing! Yoongi is going to be seen as the father of this baby no matter what and that’s that.”

“You’re right Suri. Guess you have nothing to worry about then. Come on Woo-Sung, let’s go. I want to get out of here before Yoongi gets home.”

Suri jumped up to follow the two of you,

“I know what you’re up to Y/N. You think you just got dirt on me, but no one will believe you. It’s your word against mine. And if you try anything I will make your life miserable. I’ve blackmailed Yoongi for years and I won’t even think twice about doing the same to you.”

“Okay Suri. Have a good night.”, you smirked as you walked to the door with Woo-Sung following closely behind.

“Well that didn’t go exactly to plan.”, he chuckled awkwardly once safely in the elevator.

You heard your phone go off from your pocket. Taking it out the screen illuminated with a message from Yoongi.

“Good job baby. We got exactly what we needed. Now hurry up and get back here. I have a special reward waiting for you.”

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Can you please do a Dracula fic for me where it is modern times and you are Dracula’s mate. He sees you and immediately knows what/who you are to him. He goes about trying to court you but he does it in the same way you would way back when. You find it cute and sweet, seeing as how most guys put minimal effort in and just wanna get in your pants. Basically you guys fall in love and he tells you what/who he is, you obviously accept it, and maybe ends with you asking him to turn you. Which he’s obviously gonna do.

Thank you. 🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️

Chivalry Is Undead

Pairing: Modern!Vladislaus Dracula x Fem!Reader

TW: Dracula haunted by your death, blood mention, dead bodies mentioned, reincarnation, mentions of past life, Dracula hissing at you, turning.

There was only one moment in time in which Vladislaus Dracula was able to find a sense of true happiness in his life. This was the time he felt like he was truly a human being rather than a monster, a tyrant. The time in which he still had you, his long lost wife.

Now, centuries later, he was considering taking a trip across the world to ease the pain of losing the only thing he had ever truly loved and felt that he could never recover from. The trip from Romania to America was rough, staying in the cargo hold of a boat until they reached land. By the time he was able to step out, the entire crew was lifeless and drained of all blood.

A few days after he arrived in the city, he decided to explore the area and get to know the city a little better.

It was impossible not to notice how out of place the vampire Lord stood in the crowd. He was dressed in clothes that would remind people of the Victorian era. It didn’t help that he was the only one to carry an umbrella during the day without a sign of rain. However, he also caught the attention of multiple women, none of which interested him. His beloved wife held a special place in his heart, there was no room for any other.

After walking for a while, he was suddenly hit with a very peculiar scent in the air. Dracula paused in his steps, his eyes widening as he took in the sweet aroma. His undead heart would have skipped a beat if he were human.

He could smell the scent of his beloved.

He hastened his steps, effortlessly pushing through the crowd as he did so. He wasn't going to let any disgusting human get in the way of him finding his lost love. He paused again, standing in the spot where the sweet aroma was at its strongest.

Suddenly, he widened his eyes in shock as he looked across the busy street and a rare smile appeared on his face. His pupils began to dilate as he stared across the street. There you were, standing near the crosswalk with a device in your hand that he remembered was a cellphone.

He couldn't imagine anything more beautiful than you; the exact image of the beloved he lost so long ago. The sensation of moving towards you itched in his body. He was tempted to forget about the traffic in front of him and just appear before you. It was your touch, your presence, and your entire being that once soothed his tyrannical soul. He missed you and desperately wanted you back in his arms and that is exactly what he'll do.

You were watching something on your phone, waiting for the pedestrian signal to change so you and a small crowd of people could cross the road. Soon, the pedestrian signal turned green, allowing you and the small crowd to begin walking across safely. After crossing the road, you went to walk down the sidewalk when you suddenly bumped into what seemed like a brick wall, causing you to drop your phone. 

With the stranger's quick reflexes, he was able to grab your phone before it could land on the pavement.

“Apologies, Miss...” He said, his voice was deep with a Romanian accent, handing out the device towards you.

"Thank you so much." You said with a sheepish smile, taking your phone back from the handsome stranger. "I'm really sorry, I should have been paying better attention."

Damn, even her voice is the same...

He waved his hand towards you dismissing your apology with a friendly smile. "No, do not apologize, the fault is mine. Might I ask your name?" He asked with curiosity.

You found him awfully charming and you gave your name out instantly. "What's your name?" You asked, just as curious about the handsome stranger. In that moment, the stranger took your hand not holding your phone and pressed a kiss upon your knuckles. You felt your heart skip a beat. 

“What a gorgeous name…” He muttered, staring into your eyes. 

Dracula’s keen hearing was able to sense your nervousness and your immediate attraction to him. His mind was hazy and fangs aching to make their claim upon your delicate throat. To claim you as his mate so he would never lose you again. "You may call me Vlad, my dear, I have traveled all the way from Transylvania for sight-seeing." 

“You’ve come a long way…” You uttered, your gazes were still locked on one another, unable to break the connection between you both. 

“I have, but I believe the agonizing trip was well-worth it, to see true beauty such as yourself.” He commented, smirking a little when he noticed the warmth flooding your cheeks. “I was exploring the city, but it would be lovely to have someone like you accompanying me. Would you like that?” 

Your eyes softened, giving a smile from his charm, he was quite different from the other men you would see around the city. It warmed your heart to have a man show genuine interest in you and want to merely spend time with you. “I would love that.” 

Dracula felt relieved as his eyes softened from your acceptance. He held his arm out and you quickly wrapped your arm around his own, elbows linked together. It was very old-fashioned you can admit, but you couldn’t help but prefer it. However, you couldn’t place it, but the gesture was oddly familiar, as if he’s done this with you before. 

Your relationship with Vlad has been going well for a few months now and you are happier than you have ever been. Since becoming his unofficial tour guide, you have spent almost every day with him. You have even been on a few dates with him, unable to resist his sweet nature and silver tongue. Dates that consisted of fine restaurants and extravagant tours of the city that you had never had the opportunity to experience before. However, you noticed that Vlad was very vague when it came to specifics about himself. In particular, he was not interested in discussing his past, his finances, or his methods of obtaining them and his need for carrying an umbrella everywhere. When you asked him why, he mentioned it was because he had a rare skin condition that would become irritated if exposed to direct sunlight.

Despite his mysterious behavior, you still found him extremely charming and you noticed that you were starting to grow intense feelings for him. However, as your relationship developed and your feelings grew, you began having dreams, strange dreams. More like nightmares because you would always dream about ancient times where you and Vlad were once married where the dream would end with your impending doom, you were never given details of your ultimate demise.

You never bothered to tell Vlad, not wanting to push him away or make him think you were crazy because you dreamt that you were his wife in some past life, you never wanted to ruin your chances with him. For instance, you were going on another date with him tonight, deciding that you both would meet each other in an extravagant park that was quite a distance from the city.

After getting into your car and making the drive away from the city, you arrived in the parking lot near the entrance of the park. Glancing outside your window, you turned off the engine before stepping out onto the concrete. It was just after dusk and the skies were starting to become darker as the minutes moved on. After locking your car, you headed over to the entrance and looked around. 

Part of you disliked Vlad not having a cellphone, due to him hating technology, but you had no way of getting a hold of him should you ever needed him or his location. Checking the time on your phone, you sighed as you were about to put it away. You were becoming a little anxious that you might have been stood up.

“Looking for something?” A pleasant voice whispered in your ear, thick Romanian accent sending shivers down your spine. 

You jolted slightly, gasping as you turned towards the person. Standing behind you with an amused smirk was Vlad, seemingly entertained by your reaction. You rolled your eyes and playfully smacked his arm, knowing that it wouldn’t hurt him. “You scared me!” You exclaimed, a teasing smile plastered on your face. 

“I apologize, my sweet.” Vlad replied, staring intently into your eyes. He thought it was delectable how scared you became, even if it only lasted for a meer moment. He was dressed in black with a thick overcoat. “It’s rude to scare the lady that captured my heart.” He continued, reaching out to take your hand in his own. He couldn’t resist touching you.

You felt your cheeks grow a little warm, gripping his hand as you both entered the park, enjoying the scenery. However, you were still a little distracted from the dreams you’ve been having. Usually, you were able to ignore it until you went home where you could reflect after your dates with Vlad. Now though, your mind was constantly replaying the dreams in a loop. You didn't notice how distant you became the more the date went on, getting lost in your own head.

Dracula noticed you were more quiet than usual, opting to replying in short answers or needing him to repeat himself. Dracula may have been old, but he understood when someone is thinking about something, something very important.

He stopped you both when you appeared next to a fountain, turning towards you and taking both of your hands in his own. "What bothers you so, my sweet?" He asked, concern evident in his gaze.

"I'm sorry..." You muttered, a little embarrassed from your behavior. "I've just been thinking about some things."

"Like what? Does something trouble you?" He questioned, squeezing your hands. Everything was feeling very familiar again, and you were starting to feel a little weird.

"I've been having...strange dreams lately. Dreams that seem very real and like I've been there before. But it's impossible, right? Dreaming about something that's never happened?" You explained, but it only left you asking questions.

Dracula swore his heart jumped to his throat. Could this mean you were starting to remember your past life with him? Was his mere presence and time spent with you the answer to getting you back?

"What do you dream about?" He stepped closer, his gaze refusing to leave your own. "What is it, my sweet?" He was eager to hear your answer.

"It's really stupid, it's like we've met before? The dreams start with us being married during an ancient time and the dream ends with me dying in some way and leaving you behind...the dream never gives me answers though..." You explained, voice low. "But, we were really happy and I woke up crying sometimes."

"It's because it was real..." Dracula replied, his eyes soft and if he could, tears would have been gathering in his own eyes. "It was real, my sweet..."

"But that's impossible, Vlad." You stated, a little confused from his reaction. "Past lives don't exist and even if you were alive during that time, you would be dead right now."

Dracula sighed, before looking around. He didn't sense anyone else in the vicinity, meaning that the both of you were completely alone. For once in his immortal life; he felt nervous, nervous for your reaction.

"Come, my sweet," Leading you by the hand, you both walked over to the fountain, sitting down on the stone structure. "There is something we must discuss."

"Vlad...this isn't because of my dreams, right? It's okay if you think it's weird..." You started before Vlad politely cut you off, showing his hand.

"My darling, the dreams you've been experiencing are very much real. Centuries ago, you were the love of my life and we were once married. My pride, arrogance, and selfish desires caused me to lose you forever. However..." He gripped your hand tightly. "I have you once more, in this life. I've been given a second chance at happiness my darling, with you." He explained, he didn't want to beat around the bush.

You stared at him, slightly in shock from his explanation. Your mind was going a mile a minute, and crazy as you may seem, part of you believed him. However, the logical part of your mind screamed at you to wake up. If it were true, how is Vlad here?

"Then how are you even alive, Vlad?" You questioned, looking into his eyes.

"Because...I am a monster, my darling." He hesitated before continuing, "I am Count Vladislaus Dracula and I am a vampire."

"W-What?" You asked, standing up and backing away a little. Not allowing you to escape from him again, Dracula stood up and closed the distance between you both once more. He towered over you, his intense gaze staring into your own. "Vlad, that's not-"

"Search your feelings, you know it to be true." He stated, grabbing your hand.

"Vlad, this is such a stupid j-"

Suddenly, Vlad appeared in front of your face, hissing down at you with glowing eyes, fangs protruding from his gums and jaw slightly unhinged like a snake. His face was monstrous and for the first time, you were scared of him. You screamed in fear, struggling to remove yourself from his grip as he wrapped his arm around your waist, gripping your wrist with his other hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The monstrous face of Vlad returned to normal, pulling you close as tears gathered in your eyes, trying hard not to sob into his chest. He felt horrible that he had to show you this way, but he didn't know how else to convince you he was telling the truth. "You needed to see, darling, I'm sorry for scaring you." He caressed your hair.

You sniffled, your face pressed against his chest as Vlad continued caressing you, trying to calm you down. His monstrous face tormented your mind, however your heart was screaming that you needed to hear him out.

"M-My dreams..." You pulled away slightly, looking up at him as he moved a free hand to caress your cheek, wiping away stray tears from your skin. "W-We were really married...?"

He gave you a small smile, before nodding his head. "Yes, my sweet, but now we are given a second chance. This time, I will do everything in my power to protect you and keep you with me forever." He promised.

"But you can't..." You replied sadly. Vlad was a vampire, an immortal creature that would continue living for many more centuries, while you could die at any moment. You felt your heart breaking, knowing that even though you had a second chance, you would still lose him.

Unless...

"Unless you change me..." You mentioned, causing Vlad to look into your eyes with an unreadable expression. However, you didn't realize how much Dracula wanted to sink his teeth into your throat and change you right this second. However, he maintained himself as you continued speaking.

"Is that what you want, my darling?" He asked, pulling you close as his other hand moved to cup your other cheek. "Do you wish to become mine eternally?"

"Yes." You answered, wrapping your around his neck which made him want to purr from your affectionate touch. "Yes, I want to become your wife once more."

Without another word and breaking your gazes, he wrapped an arm around your waist before dipping you slightly. From this position, all you could see was the face of your former lover and the stars above.

"Your wish is my command." He uttered, before leaning down, which made you close your eyes instinctively.

You were bracing yourself, awaiting for the pain that would engulf you when Vlad would sink his fangs into your neck. The pain that would ultimately change your life forever. However, that never happened as you felt the man of your literal dreams pressing his lips against your own. You gasped slightly, the kiss between you two quickly becoming passionate.

Dracula couldn't hold back the pleased growl rumbling from his chest. The ability to finally have you in his arms again and tasting your sweetness through the kiss almost made him lose control. However, he wanted to make the change romantic and less painful.

Behind your closed eyes, more memories were revealed like a record player and you felt tears swell into your eyes once more. You remembered everything and your heart shattered, knowing how much pain your husband has been through since your departure.

Reluctantly, Dracula pulled away from the kiss, staring down at you with a pleased smile. Your heart was frantically beating against your chest and the way you were staring up at him made him feel an intense longing. "Are you ready, my darling?"

"Always for you, my king." You uttered in Romanian, your eyes full of devotion locking onto his own.

Dracula's instincts were going mayhem as his eyes widened, hearing those sweet Romanian words fall from your lips, uttering a name that you once called him centuries ago. He missed you so much, and he finally found you, he finally had his beloved wife once more.

"My queen..." He replied in Romanian, smirking down at you as his fangs extended.

Next thing you knew, was the excruciating pain in your neck as the love of your life sunk his fangs deep within your throat before you lost consciousness.

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Eustass Kid x Princess!Reader

TW for this chapter: Mentions of death, slight gore, mention of decapitation

Chapter 1: Evillious Business

The wind felt cold yet it was a warm spring day…your eyes fell upon the face of your mother…the Queen, she was knelled on the execution platform. Right as she was about to be blindfolded your eyes met, her gaze filled with love for the sunshine of her life, you, Y/N, her sweet daughter…as she was blinded her hands met in a clasp…the executioner raised his blade and as the blade was about to hit your mothers neck your maid forced your face against her dress to protect you from seeing the blood pour from your mothers neck as she was executed for being accused of adultery which was farthest from the truth.

twelve years passed from the death of your mother, you aged into a beautiful 18 year old girl, you sat at your vanity, your maids preparing your hair and make up as you’ve been summoned by the kind. Your father. You were lead to the throne room where you met your father and step-mother. You did a curtsy as a sign of respect and joined your fathers side…the new queen lady Elizabeth put a comforting hand on your shoulder, your father married her not even 3 days after your mothers executing..yet she was caring and loving, you actually cared for her and viewed her as your second mother, yet you couldn’t care less of what happened to your father. A guard made its way closer to the throne, behind him three more guards leading an chained prisoner towards the king. “Sire, good evening and I sincerely apologise if I’ve disturbed your grace. We have caught the pirate Captain Eustass Kid your highness. As you ordered.” The first guard said as he stepped to the side to reveal the now kneeled captured pirate. The tyrant sat on his throne stared at the captain as if he was scum. “So you’re the so called feared Captain I’ve heard about? What makes you think you can step foot into my kingdom?!” The king raised his voice at the scarred and beat man. He was covered in scars and bruises, he had an open wound against his chest and his mouth was dripping blood, he was wearing black pants with yellow deformed dots and dark velvet boots, some cracked goggles against his forehead keeping some hair from his amber eyes. You felt a weird sensation in your chest as your eyes laid upon him, you reached your hand to touch your chest “Did my heart just skip a beat…?” You whispered to yourself in your head as you felt your heart beat weird…you’ve always been a kind soul as your birth mother taught you forgiveness and kindness…you turned to the king. “Father, what crimes did he commit to be treated this harshly?” You asked worriedly as you laid your eyes against the harsh condition of the man.. “He’s stepped foot on my land. This filthy scum.” The father said with a rough growl in his neck. He was innocent?! “He’s done nothing wrong father! How can you treat him this way?!” You sat up from your seat and said to your father. Who slammed his fist into the armrest of his dark wooden throne. “DONT RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME GIRL! HOW DARE YOU PROTECT SUCH A MAN!! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT THIS SECOND. AND I DONT WANT TO HEAR ANOTHER WORD OF THIS.” He raised from his seat too and scolded you. “But!——“ “I SAID LEAVE MY SIGHT. GO BACK TO YOUR CHAMBERS.” You balled your fists but had no choice but obey…you turned to leave meeting eyes with the prisoner before leaving towards your room…

As you walked down the vast corridor you saw two servants reading the newspaper..curiosity killed the cat and you asked them for it. You ran towards your room and closed the door behind you…you skimmed through the paper till you saw a part about this ‘Eustass Kid’ you read about what he’s done and how many he conquered which left you amazed…imagining all the adventures he went on..he lived so much whilst you barely were allowed out the palace grounds…what you’d do to have even an taste of such freedom. As you were reading two papers fell from within the pages…bounties…you picked them up and it was Eustass’ face and the second was a masked man…the numbers were outrageously high. This much for two men?! Later that evening as you were getting ready for bed your Step mother walked in. She walked up to you as you were sitting at your vanity…she took the brush off the table and started brushing your hair. “I understand you feel this isn’t right, but you know better then to go against your father word.” She said as she took your chin and gently made you face her. “Promise me you won’t do something stupid…I don’t want you ending in the same fate as your mother my dear. From how I’ve known him I see him capable of doing such thing…you’re not a prince which means you don’t matter so much to your father. Yet you mean much to me. I don’t want to lose you, you’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on and I love you from the deepest point in my heart, so promise me. You wont do something stupid.” You sighed and lowered your gaze… “I promise…” you muttered loud enough for her to hear. She let out a breath of relief and kissed your forehead. “Thank you, now go to sleep, have sweet dreams my dear.” She said as she walked out of your room leaving the air and your thoughts to fill the quiet room…you laid in your bed and stared at the ceiling of your canopy bed the soft curtains of your bed waving slightly in the breeze from your open window…you tried to fall asleep but the image and thought of that scarred man woke you up again with a flush to your cheeks. What was so special about him?! Was it pity you felt for him? You tried to fall asleep again and again but the thought of that man suffering in the dungeons kept you awake…you wouldn’t have really cared if the person had committed a crime but he was captured for simply setting foot on the grounds of your kingdom… “Father doesn’t have any alliances with the world government nor has he ever cared if pirates were in our city as long as they didn’t cause trouble…what’s the thing with this ‘Eustass Kid’…?” You wondered to yourself…you turned on your side and looked at the portrait of you and your mother that sat on your wall…You sat up from your bed and put on your slippers before peeking out of your room..no one was down the corridor…you thought for a second then left your room. From how you knew your father you would’ve known he was most likely torturing that man and starving him…you had to do something this wasn’t right. The air was way more chilly and the whole palace looked Erie all empty and quiet…you walked through the palace till you made it to the door to the dungeons, you could feel the cold air from under the door which made your skin crawl…you looked up through the blurry window of the door and saw no one so you went in…the air got you shivering so you immediately regretted the idea and left the next second. You wanted to go check on him but the cold was too much for your skin…was your dad really holding human beings in cells and corridors that were freezing…?! As you were thinking of something you heard your dad walking towards the stairs leading to the dungeons door. You looked around and hid behind some crates and waited for them to pass…you heard as the door opened and closed with a lock…you got up and ran back to your room almost being caught by guards on your way…Your father was surely down there to torture the pirate…you wanted to hear his stories of his adventures…yet you knew your father was never going to let you down there…

you tried to sleep again, this time you managed to snooze off…but you were awoken only 1 hour later…you heard steps down the corridor and passing your room…you got out of bed and peeked out your door and saw your father walking back to his room…

Eustass Kid was breathing heavily in his cell, he was leaning against the wall and holding onto a new open wound on shoulder that bastard of a king just made…blood was spilling out quickly and he started feeling dizzy…”fuck….” He said breathily. He stared around the cell…there wasn’t much…only a bed with some ripped sheets on…he reached for them and ripped a part of it tying it around his wound to stop the bleeding…he sighed and dropped against the mattress almost immediately blacking out…he was awoken an hour later and he saw a plate of food near his bed…the plate seemed fancy and the food was actually fresh and clean…he got up and looked down the corridor of cells to look for who left this here… he looked at it for a second and didn’t waste another one before eating everything on it…he was starving and lightheaded…it didn’t make him full as he was a beast of a man but it was as good as it could get in his situation…after finishing everything he picked the empty plate and threw it through the gaps of the bars right at the wall in front of him breaking it into pieces…he sighed before dropping down onto the thin mattress again and falling asleep again.

the next morning you were awoken at dawn and your ladies in waiting got right to taking care of your hair and gown for the day…as you passed your fathers door you heard from inside yelling. “FIND WHOEVER LEFT THAT PRICK FOOD AND BRING THEM TO ME THIS INSTANT.” You heard your father tell at someone…as you continued walking a smirk could be seen on your lips…

Authors note: I tried my best to make the writing more fancy. My tik tok fyp is currently filled with The Tudors so that gave me some inspiration for this. If the writing seems odd I tried my best y’all ….but my autocorrect and Google weren’t really coming in handy 😔😔 thank you for reading and I’ll try my best to post the second chapter soon.

also here’s a bit of a guide. for the colouring and dialogue. The king has orange, The Queen (ur step mother and biological mother) has purple, you are pink, Kid is red and Killer (who will appear in a future chapter) is blue. Some stuff will be changed if I introduce more of the kid pirates but I’ll announce you so when we get to that. Hope you enjoyed and bye. <3

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[mydisenchantedeulogy]

The Road Ahead || Qin Shi Huang

A/n: my first time writing for this character. This took me a while and I went as far as connecting to my RoR soulmate universe via Yue-Lao, so please enjoy.

Warning(s): implied death, arrogant reader, one-sided opinions, female reader, soulmates, alcohol, make-out, brief oral (f), human and god relationship, rough sex, intense orgasms, mirror-touch synesthesia, and Qi.

No Minors Allowed!!

Humans are savage. Their souls are black and twisted, consuming even those who fight to right their wrongs. It irritates you to see them annihilate themselves with no care for their lives or the ones around them. So it is no surprise that like your fellow Gods and Goddesses, you desire to see them eliminated.

On the eve of Ragnarok, you wait with bated breath as the Gods lay waste to the humans. It isn't until the 3rd match that the life of a God is wiped out, that of the Sea Tyrant, Poseidon. 

You are horrified by his defeat, not certain how a human could win against him. It certainly shows how serious humanity is about living, an action you are both confused by and in awe of.

Why do they fight so hard? 

As you contemplate the question, you carry an ornate terracotta pitcher of wine to the VIP area, as instructed by the senior God of your pantheon as a means to share their condolences to Zeus for his loss. A familiar brute with blond hair, waiting outside, sees you upon drawing near.   

    

"It has been a while," Ares states with a sad smile. 

Too long. You nod briefly. Being close to the Gods and Goddesses of the Greek pantheon has its benefits. One of which is not being immediately struck down for simply speaking to them. 

"You have my condolences, Ares," you utter. "I can not fathom your pain and anger."

He hums. 

"Thank you, my friend."

Trailing his teary eyes down your figure, he raises a curious brow. 

"What is that around your ankles?" 

You hum in question, then glance down to see what he is referring to. Tied around them is a red cord that's length stretches down the hall from which you came.

"How– I must have not noticed it."

Raising a leg, you reach down to remove the cord but it passes through your fingers as if it is intangible. Your eyes widen in concern. 

"It won't come off."

Ares suddenly gasps, gray eyes widening.  

"I know what that is. A God has tethered you."

His face turns red, an action that concerns you.

"It means that you are the soulmate to someone," he explains. "I have only recently learned about this, but a God is responsible for it."

"Why in the hell would someone want to do that?" You ask in shock. 

It makes no sense. There is no reason to pair you with another, considering the fact you are a Goddess. Soulmates are a human concept. Now you have to waste your time figuring out how to remove the cord. An air of annoyance surrounds you. 

This is unbelievable. 

"Are you not going to see who the other end is tied to?" Ares asks suddenly. 

No. Why would you?

"I am not interested," you state. "But I am curious as to who did this to me."

After a moment of deliberating, you groan. 

"Please forgive me for my rudeness, Ares. I must get to the bottom of this."

Giving him a bow, you pace back down the hall before he can stop you. You aren't certain who can shed some light on this mistake, but you imagine the Valkyries might know something, wherever they are. 

You can't promise to be civil with whoever put this damned cord on you. 

Their reasoning had better be a good one.

As far as you know, the Valkyries are partnered with the humans partaking in Ragnarok. One of them has to know about the tether. Near the waiting rooms on humanity's side, you notice someone in the hall, a man of average stature with dark hair that has a single red streak in it. At first, you think nothing of him, but after you witness him lift his foot as though he has lost something, you realize that he is wearing a blindfold. 

"Do you need help?" You ask in curiosity, approaching him.

You have never seen him before, though admittedly, he is pleasant to look at with a handsome face inked with a centipede on his right cheek. An elaborate robe hangs off his broad shoulders, giving you a decent view of his muscular body. He scratches his head with a set of golden nail guards on his right hand and hums.

"Yěxǔ (perhaps)."

You raise a brow.

"I don't–"

Cutting in, he lifts his right hand and aims his pointer and index fingers at you, then directs them down.

"I was pursuing this cord," he states.

Cord? You glance down to see a familiar cord materialize around his ankles. Following the length of it, you notice in horror that he is connected to you.

Oh shit. 

"It's you. I am tethered to you."

The man grins. 

"The road ahead has led me to you."

Your face turns red. What nonsense is this? 

"It is the work of a God. And with any sense we should have it removed."

"You would throw away a blessing from a God?" The dark-haired man asks.

You frown. It is not a blessing.

"We are merely someone's toy."

The man grins. 

"You are fortunate, my rambunctious Goddess. Because you're in the presence of an Emperor and I will aid you in whatever way I can to see it removed."

Your face heats up again. What is with this man? He speaks as if he is–

He…he is a human.

The weight of the situation smacks you in the face like a bucket of ice water. Of course, he is a human. 

"How can this be? What kind of sick joke is this?" You ask in disbelief. 

Why a human soul? It made no sense to you. 

This has to be the dumbest notion I have ever seen. As if I would fall in love with a human. An arrogant one at that.

You sigh in annoyance.

"What is your name?"

Balling his fist in front of his chest, he encircles it with his other hand and bows his head.

"Qin Shi Huang, the first Emperor of China. Wǒ de róngxìng (it's a pleasure)."

You offer him your name and title in exchange, watching him grin in response.

"You are paired with a Valkyrie, are you not?" You ask. "Do you know where she might be?"

Qin nods.

"Perhaps my waiting room. But I have no idea where that might be."

You wonder if he had walked away not realizing that he was in his room. It must be hard to see with that blindfold over his eyes. 

"Let's just retrace your steps."

"Very well," Qin agrees.

He turns and saunters down the hall, giving you a view of his back. There is another centipede tattooed on him, running down the length of his backbone and vanishing in his robes. You have the urge to reach out and trace it with your fingertip and see where it goes, but you ignore it and follow close to the former emperor. 

Further down the corridor, you notice a massive hole damaging the ornate wall. It appears recent, but the plaster and smoke are clear from the air. How strange.

How did this happen?

Qin veers closer and steps through the hole to the other side.

"What are you doing?" You ask in disbelief. 

"Retracing my steps," he answers. 

Your eyes widen. Did he make this hole? Is he unhinged? 

Following him through the debris into another corridor with your hand over the pitcher, you notice a hole in the opposite wall too.

"Are you serious? Look at all this damage," you chastise him. 

Why are humans like this? Destructive and careless. 

"The road is where I lead," Qin states. 

You honestly have no idea what that means. With an uneasy breath, you allow him to lead you into a vacant room with a plush couch and a bed. It seems as though he tore through this room too. 

Why did he not just use the door?  

Deviating from the path of destruction, Qin sits on the couch and brings his legs onto the seat, crossing them. 

"This will do," he points out to himself. "Would you bring me that alcohol you are toting around? I'm parched."

Does he smell the wine?

"It isn't for you. I was to deliver this pitcher to Lord Zeus as a–"

"Come here," the human interrupts as he motions you closer. 

The nerve of him, Emperor or not. You narrow your eyes in irritation, but to humble him, you take a seat beside him. Between the cushion, you notice a tablet used to spectate the fights.

"The next round should be starting soon," you utter, eager to see who the Gods have chosen to avenge Lord Poseidon. 

Sliding out the tablet, you groan as Qin takes the terracotta pitcher from you. He clearly doesn't listen. You watch in annoyance as he lifts the ladle attached to the inside and takes a drink.

"Hǎo (nice)! This wine is delicious."

No kidding. 

"It was made special by the divinities in my pantheon," you mention.

"They have my gratitude," Qin states. 

It wasn't made for him. You open your mouth to chastise him again, but the tablet in your hand beeps as it comes on, showing the arena. It appears to be rebuilt in a modern city style that you have never seen before.

"Still not my turn, it seems," Qin mentions. "I grow tired of waiting."

You grin. 

"Whoever you are paired with will be no doubt strong."

"Moumantai (not to worry), I am strong too," he counters. 

And delusional. 

How does he expect to fight with a blindfold over his eyes? You raise your hand and wave it in front of his face, making him grin. 

"I can see you," Qin states.

"Then what is the reason for the blindfold?" You ask. 

The man grins and raises a finger to his lips. You tighten your jaw. 

"Keep your secrets, former Emperor. I don't care."

"Share a drink with me and I will tell you," Qin suggests. 

Didn't he hear you? Watching him set the pitcher in his lap, he dips the ladle into it and offers you a drink. To humble him, you ease closer, however, before you can reach out and take it, he gently grasps your chin and slants back your head with the ladle to your lips. 

The tart yet sweet red wine quickly pours into your mouth, but you are too far enamored in the gorgeous smile of Qin Shin Huang to swallow. And to your horror, the wine overflows and leaks down your chin onto his hand. 

Once this processes, you pull away in embarrassment, drinking it down in a rush. And to make matters worse, the emperor doesn't scold you. He merely laughs and brings his hand to his mouth to lick the wasted wine from his fingers. Your face heats up and your heart pounds against your chest in protest. What did he do to you?

 

"W-what was that? Whatever you are trying to do, you had better stop."

Qin hums.

"I was merely sharing a drink with my goddess." 

Bullshit. And I am not his. He is just a human…an incredibly attractive human, but that makes no difference. 

This has to be the work of the tether. You stand, clutching the tablet.

"We need to get this cord removed–"

"Sit," Qin orders. 

For some reason your body obeys. You don't move a muscle after that, waiting for him to react. He does so by motioning toward the tablet.

 

"I refuse to leave until I have seen the next match." 

Like a robot, you hand him the device. He takes it and grins. 

"Come closer. Watch it with me." 

You suppose he has every right to spectate. The cord isn't hurting you, though you fear whatever unwanted emotion it brings next. For the next few minutes, you sit close to Qin Shi Huang, watching the fourth round. 

As you had expected, the Greek Pantheon sent out a mighty warrior to avenge Poseidon, Hercules, the God of Fortitude. 

His opponent, however, is a man the statistic board is claiming to be an infamous murderer.

"What nonsense was that Valkyrie thinking?" You utter in disbelief, referring to Brunhilde.

"He is a fine choice," Qin claims.

You give him a look of shock. 

"Already he has withstood blows from the big guy that no human could. His understanding of the battlefield and speed make him an excellent countermeasure against his opponent," the Emperor continues. 

You sigh. This might be so, but to choose such a man as Jack the Ripper is absurd. It makes you wonder what tricks the man beside you has up his sleeves. Could it be his eyes? Does he possess something like Adam's 'Divine Reflection' or Kojiro Sasaki's 'Senju Musō'?

Lifting your arm, curiosity gets the better of you, but as your finger brushes the corner of his blindfold, he reaches up and grabs your wrist. 

"You said you would show me," you remind him. "Or am I to assume the first Emperor of China is a liar?"

He releases your wrist so that you can continue. Sinking your finger beneath the cloth, you slid it down to reveal his gorgeous, pale eyes. The centipede tattoo ends just below his right eye and each is lined in red.

"It's not a blessing or an innate ability, is it?"

"Mirror touch synesthesia," Qin answers. "If I see someone hurt then I too will receive the same injury, but inverted. It's a condition that I was born with, but I don't see it as such anymore. It is thanks to this skill that I am best suited to be a king. Because I can feel the pain of others."

You widen your eyes in shock. What a strange condition.

"That sounds unbearable."

You opt not to agree with him. His skill does suit his trade, however. A king who can empathize with his people is an effective ruler. You suppose he has that going for him at least. But to what extent?  

"Humans are still savages."

"Gods are no better," Qin states. 

Your eyes widen. He has no–

But he is right. Deities are no better. 

"We are offering you mercy," you point out. 

"By taking away the wills of man? That isn't mercy…that is control. And that notion is why we fight. So humanity can live and die as they please," Qin explains.

You have never heard it said like that. The Gods have always dictated humankind. No wonder they despise the deities.

"We never cared to ask."

Qin grins. "Because you are arrogant and afraid. And that is why we will win."

He seems so sure. You snort. 

"What is so good about being a human? We have longer lives, better lovers, and Godly powers that humans often desire." 

"Better lovers, you say," Qin repeats with a laugh. 

Is he in doubt?

"I have never met a human able to captivate me," you mention. 

While you have lusted after a few, none of them have been able to satiate your passion quite like one of your kind.

"You are not searching hard enough," Qin claims.  

As if. You snort in response. 

Raising his hand, he motions you closer. And like before, you lean in. 

"I shall show you."

Your face turns red. Is he saying that he will–

"I'll care for you like the goddess you are," Qin cuts in. His hand cups your cheek. "You have my word as an Emperor."

As appealing as this sounds, you would rather he not. But the offer you will gladly take. You are not against a fun time and this man has the charisma to lure you to the pits of Helheim with him. 

"Or fuck me like the ill-behaved woman I am." 

Qin traces his thumb over your bottom lip, then slides it into your open mouth, pressing down on your tongue. 

"How lewd you are, my Goddess."

He has no idea. Deities are often easy. A fine case in point is this moment. 

Removing his thumb from your mouth, Qin leans in to give you an open mouth kiss. He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours, humming as you kiss him back. The lingering taste of wine urges you to close your lips around him, sucking eagerly on his tongue until he breaks the kiss. You watch in confusion as he grabs the pitcher, tossing it from his lap; it shatters against the nearby wall, staining it red. 

Before you can berate him for wasting the offering to Zeus, he pulls you into his lap. One hand slides around your waist while the other cups your face, leading you into another heated make-out. The wine is far from your mind now, especially with the cock that is pressed into your crotch. 

Gods I want him. 

To emphasize your thought, you reach down to stroke him through his pants. The low moan that pours from his mouth gives you goosebumps. You want to hear him come undone. Burying your fingers in his dark hair, you angle your head to kiss him deeper, however, the kiss is interrupted once he stands with you. In shock, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulder and lock your legs around his waist. The amusing look on his face makes you narrow your eyes in irritation. It seems he's desperate to be the one in control. 

Taking you over to the bed, he sets you down and then reaches behind himself to untie the robes around his arms. You waste no time removing your clothes, tossing them to the side in a messy heap. Once Qin is bare, you scoot to the middle of the bed and motion for him to join you. He does so, spreading your legs to position himself over you. His hard cock slides against your outer lips and you tighten your jaw, eager for him to continue. 

Sliding into you, he bottoms out and hits your cervix in a way that makes your body tighten and your heart flutter. You pant softly. 

"Does this bring you solace, my ill-behaved lady?" Qin asks, gently thrusting his hips. 

You eagerly nod. Yes, so much so. He feels incredible, more than you counted on. You want more, so much– 

But to your annoyance, he suddenly stops. A look of amusement crosses his handsome features and you know something is wrong. It dawns on you too late that it's not control he's aiming for, it's your atonement. He gave you just enough to make you crave him, then he took it away. 

You fear that you have been too snobbish toward the former emperor. It did not cross your thoughts that he would try to discipline you.

"Don't make me beg," you demand.

It takes everything in you not to whine, especially with his cock stretching you so well.

"I don't want you to beg me," Qin states with a grin. "I want you to admit that you need me. Not because a God bound us, but because you want this."

Is he serious? You tighten your jaw. As much as you want to deny him, you do want this. You want to come undone by him. The moment you felt your body react to him, you knew this would be intense.

Do I have to?

Can he not feel how bad you want him? You were wet before he even put his cock inside you. 

Withdrawing from you, he snorts as you narrow your eyes in frustration. But instead of teasing you, he sinks between your thighs and runs his tongue over your clit. A surge of hot pleasure zips through your body, forcing your muscles to tighten in response. You moan and clutch the sheets beneath you. For a human, he isn't half bad.

Taking your clit into his mouth, Qin gently sucks on it, drawing desperate moans from you. He continues to play with you until your body tenses, eager to come undone. However, he does not allow it. 

You whine in response, giving him a wretched look as he sits up and wipes your arousal from his lips. His eyes are different than before, you note. A star pattern is in each pupil.

"Your eyes," you point out.  

Qin darts them across your body and grins.

"I wasn't completely honest about what I can do with these. In battle, this ability is most beneficial, but I can use them here too, to see your Qi flow."

"Qi flow?"

Your face heats up. What the hell is a Qi flow? 

"It is the energy in everything. The life force that every person and thing has." He pauses to run his fingers across your chest and stomach, grinning as you arch into his touch. "And I can see its flow. How stressed you are, your Qi is stagnant." 

And he wonders why. He's teasing you to no end. But you understand his meaning. 

"You are a cruel man," you utter. 

Qin snorts and grabs your right thigh, turning you on your stomach. Your back arches in response as he trails his fingers down your spine; the guards tickle your skin on the way down. If you weren't so turned on by his teasing, you would have choked him out.

Resting his hands on your hips, he slides his cock into you again, humming as you sigh in relief.

Every quick and rough thrust rocks your body, stimulating your clit as the mattress rubs against it. Soft moans pour from your mouth as your muscles tighten. To get a better feel, you arch your ass against him.

Why does he feel this good? A mere mortal driving you to tears as he aims to fuck you senseless. And with the tension in your stomach growing quickly, you know you won't last. 

Will he even let you cum this time?

"Please," you utter. "I need this…I need you."

You are honest. You don't want him to stop; you need him to let you come undone. The tension is driving you insane.

"Shi Huang, please."

Qin does not offer an assuring word, however, his fingers clutch your hips as he thrusts into you harder than before. It feels like he's knocking the breath from you. Half-assed moans and broken sentences escape you as the surges of pleasure begin to increase. You aren't sure, in the end, if he utters something in old Chinese due to the ringing in your ears, but the aspect alone tips you over the edge.

Your body tenses up as an intense orgasm washes over you, forcing your walls to flutter around him and your eyes to roll back in bliss. An embarrassing trail of saliva leaks onto the mattress from the corner of your mouth as your brain seems to short-circuit from the build-up.

You've never felt this way before, satisfied by a human. Why can't it last? The feeling of bliss slowly ebbs away, but the former emperor is not at all done. His thrusts are just as rough as before, rocking your exhausted body. 

He gave you what you needed, there was no reason not to do the same for him.

You arch your hips again, catching out of the corner of your eye as two of the finger guards he wears are tossed aside. A hand slides beneath your thighs and slowly a finger circles your clit.

"W-wait," you whine in protest. 

You are still rather sensitive from the orgasm, but it isn't too intense to take satisfaction in.  Small shocks of pleasure and pain consume you. A film of sweat covers your brow as you press your face into the mattress. It feels as though your body is on fire; the only comfort comes from the cool bite of the nail guards on Qin's left hand as he presses them into your hips. 

Hearing him moan in pleasure, his fingers slip from your clit as he pulls his cock from your sore walls. A rush of cum hits your upper thighs a moment later, but you don't mind. Your weight presses down onto the mattress and you lie there for a moment to catch your breath, basking in the cool air as it consumes you. 

Once you are content, you sit up on your shaking legs, turning to face Qin. He looks worse off than you. His short bangs are stuck to his forehead and his body is covered in a sheen of sweat. You reach up and slide his hair back, resting your palm against his cheek.

"Why do you look more wrecked than I feel?" You ask with a snort. 

"My condition," Qin answers. He leans his cheek against your hand. "Moumantai (not to worry), I am fine."

His condition? Mirror touch synaesthesia? You do not understand.  

"I thought it only hurt you if someone was wounded."

"It ascended long ago to the point where extreme sentiments affect me, generally unfavorable sentiments. This is a shock," Qin explains. 

Your eyes widen. Is he suggesting that you are the one who–

"Are you hurt?"

Qin snorts.

"Bù (no). It feels pleasant. A surge of lightning burst through me."

How strange. You sigh. So long as he isn't hurt. This look, however, is good on him. Qin gently removes your hand from his face and scoots to the edge of the bed. You crawl up behind him, running your finger down his spine, tracing the tattoo on his back. 

"You know, for a human, you are quite divine."

Qin laughs. 

Much to your displeasure, he stands and faces you, eyes gleaming with the same ability he used to see your flow of Qi.

"I have decided to claim you as my empress," he responds, lifting his hand toward you. 

Your face heats up. Is he serious? 

"I am not a mere human," you argue in response. "You can not just lay claim to me."

No more than he already had.  

Besides, you have no idea why you were tethered to him. It certainly wasn't for you to become an empress. You are beyond those titles. And he should be too, seeing as he is not alive anymore. 

"When I win my battle, will you accept me as a soulmate and your king?" Qin asks. 

You tighten your jaw. Is there any chance for him to win? You don't know who his opponent will be, but you are certain the Gods on the list are strong. 

Thinking back on what he had said earlier, you hum. The will to live and die however humankind desires is much stronger than you can comprehend. If Qin Shi Huang is strong enough to take on a God then perhaps the humans have a good chance to win.

Perhaps I am wrong. 

Reaching for his finger guards, which were tossed onto the bed near the top, you hand them to him. 

"Should you come out first, then I will consider it."

Qin grins. 

"Hao (nice)! Come find me after the match."

You sigh. He has your blessing.  

–

Lord Hades is dead?

You can't believe it. Qin beat him. With haste, you walk toward the infirmary, ignoring curious looks from your fellow Gods and Goddesses. It takes some convincing to see him, but once you point out the red cord, the healers let you inside. It's strange but perhaps they do not see you as a threat to him. 

Or perhaps he knew that you would accept him.

Qin is barely alive, missing his left arm. There are various lacerations across his body, but somehow he is breathing. The healers advise you that he needs assistance, so you rush to his side and take his remaining hand as they prep his bed. He's going to be in their care for a while. 

"I am here," you assure him.

Qin grins weakly and grips your hand.

"Hǎo (nice)!"

You snort. This human is a pain.

It could very well be the tether controlling me…but I will wait here as long as I need to.

"Rest, my king." 

#record of ragnorak fandom #qin shi huang x reader #record of ragnorak fanfic #ror qin shi huang #female reader insert #soulmate au

[romanoffsbish]

A Fools Errand

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Warnings: Vormir(But trust me, not the usual…), Death, Grief, Manipulation, Devastation. Ill Attempted Dark Humor

A/N: I apologize, but for April Fools I was challenged by my dear friend: @dirtyvulture to create a fic I normally wouldn’t, one that starts Fluffy, and ends Angsty. For the sake of plot, I won’t include the other challenges, and I do hope you enjoy this pain.

"Good morning beautiful.," the redhead smiled shyly before burying her face in the pillow to hide her blush., "Don't hide from me baby."

"I'm not hiding—I'm sleeping.," she whispered, then obnoxiously loud, faux snores followed her words causing you to laugh at her antics.

A knock on your door interrupted your peace, and Steve entered with his hand over his eyes, causing you to roll your own. "We're decent Rogers, what's up?," his hand dropped, and eyes full of hope met yours., "Tony's done."

———

"When are we going then?"

"He wants to send one of us on a test trip, and if they can bring something back he said he will be comfortable with us getting the stones."

Natasha's head peaked out of the blanket now, face unreadable as a million thoughts run through her, she was about to offer herself up, but Steve cut her off., "Clint offered to do it."

Steve left the room, and you took the moment alone with Natasha as a chance to cuddle, and though she was deep in thought she easily embraced you, soft breathes leaving her as her hand ran through your hair, detangling knots.

"How you feeling?," your voice was muffled, but she heard you., "Nervous, but excited."

"I understand that, I miss my family too."

Natasha hummed, too deep in her thoughts to delve into the depths of pain Thanos caused.

It's been five rough years for the both of you after he altered your life's entire trajectory's. Natasha was hysterical when you met her, you flew down to Earth with Carol after she got a call on a pager, and for some reason you ended up staying. Everyone you cared about on your planet had turned to dust, so you thought you might be able to help the people here since they came face to face with the genocidal tyrant.

What you never expected was to fall in love with the gorgeous redhead, she was guarded at first, but you slowly wore her down with your sunny disposition, and now here you lay, safe in her arms, well loved, and happier than ever.

“If you like, while they do the trial run, I’ll make us breakfast while you pose as my sous chef, but really just sit pretty on the counter.,” Natasha chuckled, the rumblings felt by you as you snuggled into her chest, proudly beaming at the happiness you were able to elicit here.

“Sounds delightful honey, I’m in.,” she lightly kissed your lips as she rolled you onto your back, then she slipped out of bed., “Coming?”

You smirked., “I could be.,” she scrunched her nose in faux disgust, and threw a pair of pants at you before leaving the room with a smirk of her own and tantalizing sway to her hips.

Natasha was patiently waiting for you on the counter, eating straight from the blueberry container, and her hips danced joyously as she saw you reaching for the waffle maker., “Yay.”

A soft chuckle left you at her excitement, and you made quick work of mixing the batter so you could continue to bring her said joy. Natasha watched you move around the kitchen, her stomach grumbling in clear anticipation, and just as you were about to pour the batter into the mold she shrieked., “Darling wait!”

The ladle in your hand nearly fell at the fright, but you managed to catch it just in time to prevent a splattered mess of batter, “What?”

Natasha jumped down from the counter, she waltzed right on over to you, kissing your lips rather passionately, catching you off guard, all while her deceptive hands poured a half bag of chocolate chips into your batter, she pulled away with an accomplished smirk.. “Done.”

She giggled as you gasped., “You monster.”

“I think you meant savior.,” she winked, then ladled a healthy portion of the batter into the mold for you before settling herself back in your hold as you both listened to the sizzling.

Natasha set the table up after a moment of snuggling, setting down the cutlery, and the various toppings like whipped cream and fruit. Then shortly after you waltzed on over with a bowl of scrambled eggs, plates with waffles, and bacon, and a container of maple syrup.

Breakfast was relatively silent, except for the moans of a grateful redhead, and the scraping of cutlery. Your minds were preoccupied with the mission of the day to bring half of the world back, and the pressure that came with that was daunting to say the least. So silence it was.

Until Clint came into the kitchen., “It worked!,” the two of you jumped to your fit with wide smiles, and within no time you were stood on the platform with the entire team of misfits.

—

Natasha was perplexed to find Clint parting ways, and leaving with Rhodey and Nebula, but with one smile from you she found herself not really caring., “Don’t do anything reckless old man, you’re on your last life.,” she teased her best friend who pulled her in for a hug, then playfully jabbed her in the ribs., “You say that, but I can still outrun you on the racetrack.”

“I let you win, don’t wanna bruise your ego.”

“Mhm, sure thing Romanoff.,” he smirks, then turns to you a bit more seriously., “Keep her safe for me, will ya?,” you nodded, and Nat grabbed your hand to silently express thanks.

The flight to Vormir was short, and sweet. The trek up the mountains not so much, you were chuckling as Natasha grumbled the whole way up., “Baby, it’s not that bad.,” she glared., “I bet you the stupid raccoon didn’t have to do this.”

Before you could reply though an odd looking cloaked figure emerged from the shadows.

“Natasha Romanoff, Daughter of Ivan.,” he looked to her, then to you., “Y/N Y/L/N, Daughter of Rio,” you both raise your weapons, but the figure remains completely unfazed.

“Who are you?”

“Consider me a guide. To you, and to all who seek the Soul Stone."

"Oh, good. You tell us where it is. Then we'll be on our way.,” Natasha grits, while her finger still hovers over the trigger of her pistol.

"Ah, liebchen. If only it were that easy.,” you both cringe at the unsavory hidden messaging.

“What you seek lies in front of you, as does what you fear.,” he relays with an air of mystery, you frown and watch as Natasha tries to decode it., “The stone is down there."

"For one of you. For the other... In order to take the stone, you must lose that which you love.,” he pauses, for what you only assume to be dramatic effect. “An everlasting exchange.”

She stares at him stumped., “A soul, for a soul.”

Natasha looks to you, but instead of fear in your eyes she sees a wave of clarity., “No.,” she shakes her head., “D-did you already know?”

“Nebula suspected.,” you bow your head, hand scratching your neck, but you don’t have much time to live in your anxiety., “So after she told me I made sure that Steve let it be me instead.”

“What about this makes any sense to you?”

“Well, Clint has a family, and you would beat him in no time, and if I made too much of an uproar to have you booted then you would’ve been suspicious, so this made the most sense.”

“Who’s to say I won’t win now, hm?,” she spat, and you shrugged, but with a firm hand you pulled her into your chest, she was stiff for a moment before accepting the familiar embrace.

“It has to be me Y/N/N.,” she whispered into you., “You’re too good, it wouldn’t be fair to let you do this, your family is going to need you.”

“So is yours Natasha, mine will understand.”

“No…,” her forehead now leaned against yours as the two of you shared a silent moment., “This isn’t fair Y/N/N, please don’t do this.”

“I love you Natasha.,” she sniffled, then she slammed her lips to yours in lieu of words, you pressed back just as firmly, reveling in what would be the final kiss of your life., “It’s okay.”

Natasha‘s eye flew open as she understood, you smiled at her just as she heard rocks shifting. She hadn’t been thinking straight, she was two seconds away from using her widow bites on you, but she was too late, the you before her fizzled out just as the loud thudding of your body could be heard reverberating off the mountains, and she crumbled to her knees.

Red Skull peers down, seeing your corpse, he’s perplexed by the lack of whooshing bright light theatrics., "Normally that fall does the trick."

“Oh dear.," the reality of the situation dawns on him after seeing the look of despondency on the redhead., "You know if you were only using her, you should've said so before she leaped."

“I-I.,” she went to deny his words, because in the moment it didn’t feel like she was, but if she’s honest she knew it was the damn truth.

"Honey, that was fucked up, in all my eons I have never...," she glanced up at the man, with a look of disbelief., "You're a fucking Nazi."

"Yeah, fair point, but I've never made someone think I loved them when I didn't.," he said with an indifferent shrug., "The bones crunch was satisfactory, but your lying, not so much"

Natasha pressed the button on her suit, she knew it wouldn’t be any better back home, but she wasn’t about to listen to a fucking Nazi berating her over some misaligned morals.

“Natasha, where’s Y/N?,” Bruce ask’s instantly, everyone else’s cheering dies down, and a wave of uncertainty fills the entire room.

“Dead.,” she replied monotonously, eyes void of life themselves., “Sacrificed herself for a rock that came with conditions I failed to meet.”

“What conditions?,” Steve asked perplexed, and the redhead looked to him with a scowl., “In order to take the stone, you must lose that which you love. A soul for a soul.,” she repeats the floating figure’s ominous words, and the archer looks at her like she’s lost her mind.

"We have to go back, it had to have been a cosmic fluke then, how couldn’t you meet those conditions?," Clint despaired, looking down at his best friend who only looked to him with so much pain, and remorse in her eyes., "No."

"What do you mean no?"

"No Clint! It wasn’t some fluke, it was a mistake. Y/N vormoosed, and for what?"

"Because she loved you.," she grimaced., "Yeah, and she thought I loved her too, but I didn't."

“Natasha, that can’t be true.,” Tony spoke up., “You two were inseparable, and you clung to her like she was your lifeline; you’re crazy.”

“It was a lie I whispered in the dead of night because I was lonely, and she was there...," she admitted., "My heart could never be hers, it was always going to belong to another, and for that very damn reason I'll never get her back."

Everyone in the room froze at her brutal truth, they'd all grown to care for you over the last few years, and no one expected this of Nat.

"What about Y/N?" Clint asked bitterly, even if he hadn't known you for more than a week, he knew at the very least you were a good person., "She'll never get her life back Natasha, she gave it up in the hopes that you'll be okay, and all you care about is Wanda? The same woman who was in love with Vision as she dusted?”

"I-I.," she couldn't help how she felt, but to have the twisted truth thrown back at her only deepened the ache in her chest., "I didn't ask for this, if I could've loved Y/N, I would've!"

"You were so selfish, and now Y/N's family will never get to be back, and I'll never get mine.," Clint mercilessly berates the already breaking woman., "I guess it's true what they've all said: you can take the girl out of the Red Room, but the evil bred there still lies somewhere within."

"Thanks for nothing Natasha.," everyone filed out of the room, each with a look of confusion as they passed the woman they once viewed as family, but no longer recognized her as such.

Natasha took off in a sprint to the only place that has truly brought her comfort over the last five years—Wanda's room; it smelled faintly of roses, and the redhead sobbed as memories of the young witch encompassed her mind, then she picked up a more prominent scent as she fell into the dusty mattress—lilacs, and pine.

A sudden wave of nausea hits her as she sees a letter on the witches bed with your beautiful cursive handwriting on it addressed to Wanda. With shaking hands she rips the letter out.

"Take care of her for me please, I always knew our time together was fleeting, and that's ok.

She cared for me, I know she did, but she'll never be able look at me like the way she did whenever you were brought up in a simple conversation. I love her enough to let her go.

To love is to know sacrifice, and today I'll be taking Clint's place to make the biggest of all. Bringing you back to Natasha, Clint's family back to him, and allowing mine to return. There’s nothing more right then this decision, to die for the ones I love is a worthy choice.

I am sad I never got to meet you though, you seem rather lovely Wanda.

With all my best wishes— Y/N Y/L/N. <3”

"Oh God.," Natasha cries out, her stomach lurches and she rushes to the bathroom to throw up this morning's breakfast, the one she happily shared with you, smiling and laughing all the while imagining it was Wanda who was in your place., "What have I fucking done?"

When she closes her eyes she sees Yelena's half smirk, and her body starts to shake., "Moya mladshaya sestra, pozhaluysta, prosti menya."

(My little sister, please, forgive me)

Wanda's soft smile floods her mind next, and her heart shatters, tears slippin down her face., "Moya nastoyashchaya lyubov', prosti."

(My true love, I’m sorry)

After she blinks she only sobs harder, your bright smile takes the witches place, the same one that kept her from the edge of insanity for the last five years., "Oh Y/N, I am so sorry."

While staring aimlessly at the marble walls she wills herself to understand why the hell she couldn't have just loved you, you were so easy to be around, and you loved her so fiercely. Even if it was only a fraction of the way she felt for Wanda, if she just let that wall fall instead of pretending, then this mess wouldn't be.

Either she would've won the sacrificial game, or your death wouldn’t be in vain, because as she sits here she's not sure if she'll be able to go on knowing she let you die for her love, and left billions of people in a state of nothingness.

The rickety carousel that is life will keep turning for all who remain unblipped, but for Natasha, well, all she has is her gushing ledger and at this point it will never stop dripping.

——

2,582 Words

Natasha choosing Wanda over the R was another stipulation, and no Happy Ending.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff fic #natasha romanoff oneshot #natasha romanoff fanfiction #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff x you #gxg #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #natasha x fem!reader

[tainbocuailnge]

the time travel in lb6 isn't that hard to follow ingame because they slowly reveal and explain each part of the three layers of timeloop but i love how insanely complicated it makes the plot of lb6 seem to just lay it out like this

14000 years ago sefar attacks earth. because the six fairies had not made the holy sword out of selfish laziness, sefar cannot be stopped and earth is reduced to a lifeless ocean, turning this world into a lostbelt. when the six fairies go to the surface to see what happened they find they cannot return to paradise/avalon because they are no longer innocent and are stuck living in the endless ocean. paradise sends the god cernunnos to punish them, but cernunnos is too kind to go through with it and instead holds back the waves so the fairies have a calm sea to play in. initially they are grateful for the mercy, but cernunnos' mere presence reminds them of their wrongs and eventually they decide to kill cernunnos and turn his body into land to live on so they can go back to normal.

over the span of millennia they expand the land with countless fairy corpses until it has taken the shape of britain. from the six fairies form six clans that frequently war with each other. from the corpse of albion that washed ashore is formed the lake district and the northern fairies. cernunnos' priestess is cut up and cloned into artificial humans to supply the fairies with a concept of civilisation to copy as they live out their facsimile of normality.

4000 years ago morgan arrives in fairy britain from paradise, tasked with saving britain. using the nickname tonelico she travels with her companions and protects britain against the calamities that happen every 100 years. the fairies are invariably ungrateful and she has to go into hiding after every calamity is resolved lest they kill her.

2000 years ago the great calamity that happens every 1000 years destroys britain and turns it into a wasteland.

about a year ago, beryl arrives in this wasteland that remains of fairy britain. he summons ruler class panhuman morgan as his servant. since morgan as paradise fairy has strong ties to the land, and she existed in this lostbelt as well, she gains a rough awareness of what happened. from her own summoning she extrapolates how rayshifting works and then kills herself to send her panhuman memories and knowledge back in time to the tonelico of 4000 years ago

4000 years ago, tonelico with her new panhuman knowledge of king arthur's round table comes up with the plan of unifying the six clans under a human king so that together they can stand against the great calamity. she repeats the same 2000 years of ungrateful work while preparing for this plan.

2000 years ago, the would-be king is murdered at the coronation ceremony and the six clans turn on each other. tonelico snaps and decides she will not save the fairies, only the land. she fakes her death and returns as the tyrant morgan, who swiftly unifies britain with her unparalleled ruthless might and establishes the queen's calendar in what conveniently corresponds to 0AD in panhuman history. almost all the fairies die in the great calamity, but she had built her throne to be able to revive them using a system similar to servant summoning, thus ensuring fairy britain will survive as long as she sits on her throne. morgan deals with the calamities by sending each disaster into the past for tonelico to deal with, made possible by the fact that her fairy britain is effectively a singularity of the lostbelt, meaning only everything in the queen's calendar is "real history" and the events leading up to it can be smudged as long as tonelico's failure remains fixed.

about a year ago, beryl wakes up the next morning to find the endless wasteland has been replaced by a whole fairy kingdom with his servant berserker morgan at its head.

present day, chaldea arrives in the fairy kingdom and the plot of lb6 starts to play out. mash loses her memory and takes up the identity of fairy knight galahad for a while. she meets back up with guda and regains her memory, but almost immediately after she is caught in morgan's spell and sent to tonelico's time.

a little over 2000 years ago, mash joins tonelico's entourage and becomes known as fairy knight galahad. together they investigate the great pit at the center of britain and find cernunnos' cursed corpse at the bottom, thus learning that the cause for the calamities is britain trying to kill itself because it should be dead. the coronation fails again like history said it would. in between faking her death and returning as morgan, tonelico seals mash in a crystal coffin in orkney so that she will survive until present day unscathed and be able to reunite with chaldea. because the start of the queen's calendar is fixed morgan will not remember her, but "mash kyrielight" was not part of this history and can take the knowledge she gained with her to the present.

present day, guda unseals the coffin in orkney and reunites with mash. she shares what she learned with the rest of chaldea and the remaining plot of lb6 plays out.

#anyway i love cuchulainn

[shadowwinters]

Hello ! Could you write some tooth rotting fluff with the slashers and their s/o comforting them? I don't know in which circumstancies, I just want to bear hug them and protect them from the world, our precious babies 🥺💕

(Hope the sentences are correct I'm not a native english speaker

Sending you lot of love!

Hi anon, thank you so much for sending your request! I wasn’t sure if you wanted all the slashers or just a few but here are a handful of the slashers receiving love from their s/o :) if you did not see the slasher you wanted please feel free to ask for a specific person / people! <3

Warnings: fluff, mentions of death (idk what you were expecting this is a slasher post) 

Micheal Myers: 

Okay so the stabby man was just not having a very good night.

Firstly one of the victims attempted to fight back using a knife and was able to get a couple of good blows towards Micheal which just made him mad. 

Micheal quickly finished off the victim but he still had some stab wounds he needed to take care of. 

Once he got home, Micheal noticed you right off the bat who looked over at him worriedly.

You, Micheal’s sweet s/o, fretting over the giant boogie man like this was the first time he has ever gotten hurt ( which we all know is not the case). 

Micheal felt at ease in your presence, his anger slowly going away while you gently took him towards the bathroom in the old Myers’ home. 

  You furrowed your brows in concentration attending to Micheal’s wounds while he sat awkwardly on the edge of the tub. 

Once you were done attending to his wounds you both decided to call in for the night and go to bed.

When you both were in bed, Micheal slowly wrapped his arm around you protectively while you carefully and gently wrapped your arms around his body. 

For the first time in a long time Micheal slept really well that night while being held in your arms. Just dont bring it up the next morning, he will have short term amnesia ;)

Jason Voorhees 

Poor Jason was having a rough day.

All he wanted to do was pick flowers for his s/o and go back to the cabin and receive cuddles from you.

However this was not working out in his favor, since that morning there was a major frost and all the flowers were starting to die. 

None of the flowers that Jason found were suitable for his s/o.

Sighing in defeat he made his way back to the small cabin that he called him with you.

You were in the kitchen baking Jason’s favorite treat, just as you were about to put it in the oven you heard the door open and close. 

“Welcome home Jay”, you greeted with a smile which soon turned into a frown when you saw your hunk of a man looking down in defeat.

“Hey…what's wrong?”

It was a simple question but that is all it took for Jason to almost have a breakdown right then and there. 

You were just so perfect and kind towards him and he felt like he had failed you. 

You noticed the sudden shift in Jason’s stature and quickly guided him to the couch in the main area of the house. 

Once you got him settled in on the couch he quickly held onto your frame in desperation. 

When this happened you quickly wrapped your arms around his large frame and patted/rubbed his back.

You slowly laid down on the couch and invited him to lay on top of you, which made Jason a little nervous due to the fact that he is such a large man. 

You reassured him that you would be fine and just wanted to hold him. 

With enough reassurance Jason slowly laid on top of you while putting some of his weight on the back of the couch. 

You both stayed there until your dessert almost burnt the cabin down. 

Thomas Hewitt

This day was a small disaster.

Hoyt was going on a tyrant around the house taking out all his frustrations on poor Thomas who just takes all of Hoyt’s cruel words and abuse. 

You heard the yelling and screaming coming from inside the house while you were outside hanging up laundry (like the good s/o that you are).

Once Hoyt calmed down a little and went off for a drive, you quickly went to Tommy’s aid.

Thomas was downstairs in the basement chopping meat trying to blow off some steam, he didn’t even hear you walking downstairs calling out for him until you used a sweet pet name. 

“Thomas….Thomas….my Love? Are you okay?”

That pet name quickly got his attention and he turned around and placed the butcher knife down on the table and went over to you.

That sweet man looked over at you with concern, he wasn’t even thinking about himself at that moment he just wanted to make sure you were okay. 

You quickly wrapped your arms around him as best as you could while taking in his scent. 

“Thomas…honey why don’t we go upstairs and I’ll run you a bath and give you a massage. How does that sound?” you looked up at him with a sweet smile.

He just couldn't resist you and your kind offer so he quickly closed up shop for the day and went towards the upstairs bathroom with you. 

You quickly ran him a bath and filled the tub with soap bubbles with his favorite scented shampoo and conditioner. ( He has wavy texture pattern in his hair and you cannot tell me differently, he needs proper hair care)

Thomas got into the tub with you while you washed his hair and massaged his back and shoulders. 

Once you were done with your bath you grabbed some fluffy robes and gave one to Thomas and retreated back to your shared bedroom for the evening. 

Once in bed you gently stroked Tommy’s hair and cuddled him for the evening. 

Bubba Sawyer 

As chaotic as the Sawyer’s house could be, today was an extreme case.

Poor Bubba was overwhelmed by his brothers that he wasn't even able to see you yet that day. 

 You could tell that Bubba was having a rough day so you took it upon yourself to pick some flowers for the big softie.

Once you had some free time you went out in the fields after supper and made a couple of flower crowns. 

When you were done you ran to bubba who was petting his pet chicken while looking a little sad.

Once Bubba saw you though his face  automatically brightened up.

You smiled at him and said, “here, this is for you bubs” 

He giggled at the little pet name and waited for you to put the crown on top of his head .

Once you did this you gave this man a giant bear hug and held onto him tightly. 

Norman Bates:

Today was just not a good day at the Bates Motel.

Firstly there were a whole bunch of cancellations which meant that there wouldn’t be any people at the motel for a couple of days which meant loss of business.

 Secondly someone who was at the motel the other night completely trashed the room they were staying in so that meant even more work for this poor stressed out man.

Thankfully momma Bates took care of the man who destroyed the room :)

You were helping Norman out as best as you could with everything going on 

You decided to head back to the house to make some food for the both of you while Norman was finishing up cleaning the motel. 

Once you had returned with some sandwiches and cut up fruit Norman still looked really stressed.

You decided that the man could probably use some time to relax so being the kind and caring s/o that you are you gave this man a comforting hug. 

You both stood there in a comfortable silence not needing words to be able to understand each other in that moment. 

I hope you enjoyed this read, again if you did not see the slashers you wanted you are more than welcome to request for specifically who you want! Enjoy!

#thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #micheal myers x reader #micheal myers #norman bates x reader #norman bates #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer

[myfakecandyy]

Areo Lore 101 + Some Art

Areo, My Drow Wizard/Cleric of Eiliestraee with an insane god complex and attachment issues. Both art by me <3!

When I started getting invested in Dungeons & Dragons, I needed to familiarise myself with the Lore, worldbuilding and races in the Forgotten Realms setting. So, to experiment, I came up with the rough idea of my Wizard Areo. I did not have a clear picture of who I wanted to create. Still, I knew I wanted to play someone with a memorable and fun roleplay personality, so I gave her a holier-then-thou god complex; she was created to be someone who believed she was immortal and so took unnecessary risks with a delusional sense of safety. Before I ever got to play her in a tabletop setting, Baldurs Gate 3 came out, and I was very excited to play as I grew up playing the Baldurs Gate spin-off games Dark Alliance 1 & 2, coupled with the exciting and positive things I saw online I bought the game pretty quickly. To expand on Areo and learn more about the Lore, I made my Tav Areo, and she's grown into such a beloved OC to me.

Actual Lore under the cut! [Possible Spoilers]

Early Life: Areo was born and grew up in the Drow city Menzoberranzan; for those unfamiliar with the setting, it's a large city in the Underdark(Underground of Faerun). Her upbringing was vastly different from most of the city. This is because Menzoberranzan is built and run by devout followers of the Chaotic Evil Goddess of Drow Lolth, Queen of Spiders, while Areo's mother, Miz'ri, was a follower and Priestess of Eiliestraee, the Chaotic Good Goddess of Drow. It is important to note that Eiliestraee and Lolth oppose each other morally, ideally and narratively.

Lolth: To explain the Lore surrounding Lolth, she is essentially a tyrant. She thrives in cruelty, encouraging her followers to kill each other to prove themselves worthy of her fickle favour, enjoying manipulating them into servitude, only to then toy with them anyway. She demands questionless loyalty and devotion; it is no wonder her people are known for their backstabbing, power-hungry tenacity. It was illegal to worship any deity besides her in the city; treachery almost guaranteed death.

Eiliestraee: Eiliestraee is the daughter of Lolth and lives to stand against her mother's ways. She is the Drow Goddess of Freedom, Dance and Song for all those who wish to return to the surface world and be free of Lolth's grasp. She is a joyful mother-like goddess who strives to inspire the Drow and stand as a beacon of hope.

To continue, Miz'ri wished to spread the word and beliefs of Eiliestraee, helping shepherd many of the lower-class citizens of Menzoberranzan into better lives on the surface world, the journey of which was highly treacherous and dangerous. This was something that kept many Drow from leaving. However, Miz'ri was an extremely powerful Cleric of amazing faith and magic. Areo spent her childhood beside her, and the small group of followers she amassed became her family. This rag-tag group of Drow worked secretly for the first 11 years of her life, dodging the threats of the city surrounding them.

It was in the year she turned 12 that things changed. Her mother, who held so much love and affection for the world and people around her, was methodically corrupted and converted by Lolth, an established master at manipulation. On one long expedition to the surface world, just as they had almost broken the surface, Miz'ri turned on the clergy she created, slaughtering the innocents she once led to freedom, leaving nothing behind but a pile of gore. As is Lolth's will to all that turn their back on her. Areo lived to be the only survivor. The effects of this event then altered her perception of reality and life.

Areo didn't survive due to the mercy of her mother. If you asked her to recall how she survived, she would be unable to tell the truth, her mind betraying her. I will break the events into two paragraphs: What Areo thought happened and compare it to what actually happened?

Delusion: In her memories, Areo cannot recall much of that day beyond a haze of religious imagery and flashes of light. She saw herself outside her body receiving a divine blessing from her deity of unbreakable protection. Shortly after, the beautiful form of Eilistraee manifests in front of her to use her divine magic to end her mother's tormented destruction and free her soul.

Reality: Her mother came for her life last; perhaps she had a semblance of her old self alive, urging her to spare her baby, but she was cold and without mercy in her final moments. It was pure luck and timing that Areo managed to kill her mother before she killed her; it was a quick and straightforward burst of magic in a moment of panic that managed to catch Miz'ri off guard enough to pierce her heart fatally.

Areos's memory was heavily clouded by trauma and a childlike way of rationalising things, and so her developed survivor guilt manifested oddly. Being a weak child seeing all these people around her die, she couldn't understand why she was the lone survivor, and so while searching for an answer as to why, her brain jumped to incorrect conclusions. In this case, her thought process was, "I didn't die? Even though I should have? That must mean I'm Immortal and blessed by the gods(In her case, Eiliestraee); that's the only reason that explains how I got to live while others didn't." This, of course, drastically changed her worldview.

Growing up, these delusions only elevated and reinforced themselves deep into her brain; every near-death experience, every lucky instance in her life, and every victory in combat only made her believe this more, especially with the increasingly heavy risks she began taking. Indeed, it is all incorrect, and she has survived this far solely on luck, her cunning and wit.

Some old art from when I was first developing this storyline. There are a few inconsistencies as I have changed the Lore and her design by now, but the vibes remain similar:

Young child: Very shortly after the massacre, Areo aimlessly wandered around the shallows of the Underdark. She was starving and injured from the renowned harshness of the area. Once again, luck comes to her aid when a kind older wizard passes her way. He had been scouring the land for different plants and fungi to use in his brews and alchemy when he noticed the pure black eyes of a young girl watching him from afar. He knew she would have died had he not taken her in, so for the next part of her life, she lived in a tower taught magic by this man she became quite fond of.

Early Adulthood: In his old age, that kind of wizard died a peaceful death in Areo's 15th year. She was consumed by an intense grief, finding herself alone once again. In her mind, she cursed her "immortality", a curse to outlive all she came to care for, and so, in anger and sadness, she resigned herself to live a life of solitude in the tower forever. There was more at play. However, she was also so terrified. She had never left the building alone, and much of the surface world did see Drow kindly, but even then, the fear dug deeper in her head. Even approaching the door to left her paralysed her mentally. Her life up to this point had taken a massive toll on her mental health. It was a mental block she could never get past.

For 60 years of chronic isolation, she read the thousands of books her mentor had collected in his long life, many of which were books passed from his master and so on. The collection of multiple generations' worth of arcane knowledge and study kept her mind nourished but her body weak. Her options for food were limited by her inability to leave the building. For 60 years, her growing adolescent body feasted on inhumane amounts of food, the leaves from decorative plants, ants that crawled along the walls, moss growing on the ceiling and worse. Her extreme malnutrition had drastic effects on her body that are, at this point, irreversible.

This explains her cannon base Dnd Stats at 75 years old (BG3 Timeline). Strength 4, Dexterity 6, Constitution 2, Intelligence 18, Wisdom 14, Charisma 12

Baldurs Gate 3: In accordance with the game lore, Areo was at some point abducted from the tower by Mindflayers and infected with a Mindflayer Tadpole. It is safe to assume she would never have left that place otherwise and would be starving in that tower for many more years.

The first art I had drawn of her after starting Bg3:

#bg3 tav #AreosShrine #AreoSpellbook #dnd oc #infodump #HamsOcArt

[thekingofwinterblog]

The Problem With Kuma

So as we delve through the flashback that tells the story of the Tyrant Kuma, there is something that's been bugging me, something it took me a while to figure out.

It wasnt Bad... But there was something that made it feel off in a way that other flashbacks in One Piece never really did.

And I finally figured out what it was.

The essence of a One Piece flashback, is not too surprisingly that it shows us how a character got to the current point, how they became the person they are in the present. Luffy and his crew, Law, the entire sun pirates, vivi and so many others.

On paper Kuma's backstory feels like it follows this trend... But there is one, huge, massive difference that makes the flashback feel... Well, to put it bluntly, rather than explaining how Kuma came to be, it instead completely rewrites his entire personality and removes every rough edge he had.

In pretty much every other OP flashback, we get a defining moment, usually a death, that served as the characters turning point, the moment they changed into someone very different than who they were before, or they doubled down on a preexisting trait.

zoro losing kuina in the most anticlimactic way possible, Nami losing bellemere, chopper losing Kiriluk, law losing Corazon, Robin losing everyone, the sun pirates losing fisher tiger and how his final confession completely changed jinbei's entire outlook on human/fishman relations.

With Kuma, there are a lot of moments that FEEL like they should have been this moment where his soul was hardened into someone completely different than how he used to be, wheter it be losing Ginny, or learning Bonney had the same disease as her mother, which made him abandon the revolutionaries, selling his soul to the marines for Bonney's treatment... But the moment never really comes.

The problem with Kuma is that he never really has a moment where he becomes the person we were introduced to him as. as the man who coldly told the gathered crew at thriller bark "What a shame" as he tried to wipe them from the face of the world.

The simple reality is that after everything we learn about him in his own flashback, this ultimately feels out of character. Kuma was introduced as a man willing to do the governments will and had hardned his soul to do so... but still possessed a very distinct sense of honor.

In the Kuma we get to see in the flashbacks, this man never existed, which just makes the way he acted at thriller bark look downright bizarre.

Equally bizarre is the way his sending the straw hats to the corners of the earth is portrayed as a spur of the moment decision, rather than a calculated one.

Fans have speculated for years, and years, and years that Kuma had to have planned this out in great detail, because of a whole variety of factors, like how he knew exactly where to send them to let them each hone their craft, and the location of places such as the sky island nami was sent to(which changes location).

The reality is that this isnt a plan that he should have been able to wing it. The logical course of events is that Kuma decided on this course of action after seeing the limits of the straw-hat pirates at thriller bark.

Instead it was a decision made on the fly.

Ultimately what it comes down to, is that pre timeskip kuma, and the one we got when his backstory was revealed, are effectively two different characters, and not in a good way. Not in a sense where we got to see the true man that was hinted at all along, but instead in such a way that they dont really fit as two halves of a set.

I Think that when Oda was planning Kuma's backstory, he probably planned to make him a much more grey character, with a good core, but one who very much sold his soul for his daughter's future, and probably also one who had a dark side to him, the reason why he was truly feared as "The Tyrant" Kuma.

And i think that is best excemplified into the moment that in the finished product earned him his nickname, the tyrant, as he desicively destroyed his predeseccor and wiped out his fleet.

It's a footnote, barely worth mentioning as he killed a very annoying and not particularily interesting character.

This could have been a way, way more interesting scene, if his death had been when Kuma overthrew him in the first place, and we got to see him stalk the palace, wiping out soldier after soldier, before finally reaching the actual target.

I've seen some argue that the point is that the government just created his backstory wholecloth as a propaganda backstory for one of their weapons, and while that might make logical sense, the way it's presented is not compelling. Instead it lessens Kuma as a character.

The reality is that Kuma as he has become now, is a very boring character. Lot's of interesting stuff happens around him, but kuma himself is just... a swell fellow, to whom HORRIBLE stuff constantly happens.

All the interesting players are the ones around him, Dragon, iva, ginny, bonney, the straw hat pirates, and so on.

The big problem with Kuma is that his big flashback doesnt explain how he came to be, it instead shows us that the aspects that made him interesting and stand out from the usual one piece character was never really a thing to begin with.

#one piece #bartholomew kuma #meta #flashback #ginny #jewelry bonney

[evita-shelby]

Hi Juli! I just have a feeling that #8 of Smuffmas needs to be the Nelsons in FL!! I hope you agree, darling 💕

Your wish is my command lol

12 Days of Smuff: Day 5

Sunrise/sunset + orgasam control

Eva x Jack a prequel of sorts of A Nelson Christmas

Cw: smut, edging, female dom/male sub, some bdsm, bondage, casual thoughts of murder and some francophobia

If anyone saw him like this, he’d lose all the fear and respect he had earned.

“Fuck, Eva!” Jack finds himself pleading with his wife for release.

He is tied to the bed with a silk scarf and not allowed to cum until the birthday girl tells him he can.

She’s a tyrant, but fucking hell does he love her and love fucking her.

For her birthday, Eva’s 27th birthday to be exact, Jack had taken her to bars and clubs he knew in Florida and shown her off like she deserved.

They’d danced, they drunk enough booze to kill an elephant and when he conducted business she sat on his lap and shown why she was deserving of the entire fucking world.

A good way to remind his associates down here that Jack Nelson still ran the place even if he’s building an empire over the one underneath.

It was well past midnight when they came to the hotel room and he, being the good and generous husband he is, let his witch do as she pleased with him.

I’m your slave for the night, sweetheart, he had said thinking Eva didn’t have it in her to dominate him.

Hours later his eyes are wet with tears or sweat from the constant torture of her refusing to let him cum.

He could last all night and she’d taken that as a challenge.

At first it had been things they hadn’t done in a while, then things began escalating as the night turned to dusk and now dusk turned to dawn.

“Use your words, honey.” The witch had cooed as she squeezed the head of his cock hard enough to keep him from cumming. He was allowed to cum, allowed to call it quits by saying the word ‘Red’, but he wasn’t allowed to touch her.

“Please, goddess, put me out of my fucking misery.” The gangster cries for his witch, no his goddess, to have some fucking mercy.

It had been a ridiculous thing to say, and because of that she’d punished him. Punished him by edging him all night long.

She’d licked him, stroked him and even rubbed her slick pussy against his cock. By the time the sun began to rise, John Fitzgerald Nelson was his wife’s bitch.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, wasn’t it, Jackie?” the goddess sank down on his aching prick and had him snapping like a metaphorical rubber band inside her as she untied him.

“Don’t call me Jackie, Evie.” It comes off as a whimper as he comes down from an orgasm that had him blacking out for a few heartbeats.

“Sorry, got carried away.” The witch lies on her side and massages his wrists to make up for the scene they just played out, kissed them too to remind him how much she loves him.

Usually, he’s the one showering her in affection after, Jack’s need to be the one calling all the shots had him being a little too rough in bed sometimes. But it feels pleasant to be coddled by his pretty wife who’s apologizing for being so harsh with him.

“Haven’t had one like that in years.” He says so she knows he did enjoy the fucking even if he hated the vulnerability it brought out in him.

“Why do you think the French call it the little death?” the witch pointed out as she snuggled up to him as he gathered his bearings.

“Don’t you hate the French?” he asked pulling her in to cuddle with her. He likes holding her, despite being on the tall side, she looked and felt small with him. Maybe once he’s recovered from this religious experience, he could coax her into making love all morning.

Her eyes look so good in the sunlight and her face looks even better when he’s fucking her.

“My grandparents hate the French, I just think they’re overrated.” The witch clarifies. “But if you want to take me to Paris for our anniversary next year, I won’t say no. I'd love nothing more than to show you off to some old friends of mine.”

The tone of hers tells him all he needs to know. He knows the girl who tried to kill her lives in Paris with the rest of the exiles.

Jack could do more than just take her to Paris for their next anniversary.

If his witch is game, Oneida Villareal could have an unfortunate accident while they are there.

Maybe a car driving way too fast as revenge for throwing Eva in front of one when they were sixteen.

“Jack, darling, we’re not killing her.”

#evacore #jack nelson imagine #jack nelson smut #jack nelson x eva smith #jack nelson x oc #12 days of smuff

[honey-minded-hivemind]

The 🦂SandWing🌵 Monarch Backstory Post:

(A small warning: SandWing Monarch Reader is named Scorpion, a royal duel is depicted, the Eye of Onyx, implied abuse/abandonment, and death. If this is triggering for you, please don't read it)

They never thought the palace could be this big. Hall after hall full of statues and sculptures and tapestries, room after room full of beds and treasure and weaponry, lit by windows or lamplight. The courtyards full of dragons, all leaping to attention whenever they wandered by. Tables full to flowing with food and drink, all made by the best chefs of the palace. It all felt so... extravagant.

How they got here was... a hassle, to say the least.

The Kingdom of Sand, for the last forty years, had been ruled by a vicious, cruel, tyrant of a queen. A dragon of immense size and wealth, who would imprison any who opposed her and put the tribe through war after war, all for her own gain. Life felt near impossible to live through, especially in the Scorpion Den.

Scorpion grew up in the cut-throat town, a small dragonet who had to be cunning to survive. For them, they played rough, and if wronged, got their's. They had some sense of right and wrong, an idea that if you wanted something, you had to earn it, and once you earned it, it was yours. This was what led them to the SandWing Fortress, standing in the arena, facing the most cruel dragon they had ever met.

The queen, who didn't like any form of rebellion or upset at her reign, had her guards capture those who were against her, and tortued any who annoyed her, no matter their age or size or health. It didn't matter who they were, old or young, SandWing or not, rich or poor. The guards would drag them off, never to be seen again. And they had picked the wrong dragon. It was a small dragonet, scrawny and out-spoken, who the guards had captured, dragging them through the streets and towards the fortress. But, that dragonet wasn't just any dragonet. It was one of the few friends Scorpion had. The moment they heard what had happened, they had taken off, flying straight after the group.

When they arrived at the walls of the palace, they asked to seek audience with the queen, only to be laughed at and told to scram. It made them see red. They had bolted past, swift as an arrow, into the courtyard below, where they roared their demand to see the queen. And this time, they got their wish. The largest dragon they'd ever seen stalked forward, covered in jewels and gold, asking what they wanted for such a tiny thing.

"Your guards took my friend. I humbly ask you to please release them," Scorpion had said, bowing their head and wings slightly. And then the queen had laughed, cackling like a hyena, and denied their request.

"They're nothing more than a scrappy little whisp causing trouble. I'll let you leave, since you were so funny. But don't come back. Or the next time, I'll add you to my dungeons," she'd snorted. As she turned to leave, Scorpion had spoken up.

"No."

"No? Little dragon, may I remind you I am your queen. You listen to me, and you obey. Leave, now, or I'll kill you and your friend," she'd growled, her tail rising behind her.

"Then I challenge you, for the title of the SandWing Monarch!" shouted Scorpion. Their wings were raised, and their chest puffed out. They glared up at the queen, their tail rattling behind them. Gasps went up from some of the gathered dragons, as well as whispers. It had been forty years since the last royal challenge... And the queen before them had won that one...

"You?! HA! What an absurd thing to say! You wouldn't last a minute," muses the queen, chuckling.

"Well, if it's so easy, surely you wouldn't say no? Unless you're unsure?" Scorpion bit back, a hiss in their words. The queen stilled, and stared at them for a moment with her dark, cold eyes.

"I accept," hissed the queen, and in a harsh whirl of wings, she lifted off, pointing towards the large amphitheater behind the palace. "Meet me there, and we'll see who the proper queen is." And just like that, the surrounding dragons followed suit, soaring after her in gold and brown and white.

And when Scorpion landed in the middle of the arena, being watched by hundreds of dragons from the stands, all there to watch them battle their queen, they felt fear well up in their chest. But... they weren't backing down now. If they lost, their friend was as good as dead, and if they backed out now, they both surely would be. It didn't take more than that to steel their nerve, even as the queen landed in front of them, holding aloft something that changed everything.

The Eye of Onyx.

It was swiftly placed in a groove in the wall, and then, the queen was back, towering over Scorpion and holding her head high and tail low. In a sharp hiss, she called out, "The challenge starts NOW!" And then she was arching her tail toward Scorpion, ready to kill them.

Scorpion rolled out of the way, popping back up onto their talons, and lifting off, breathing fire at the giant. Sharp talons scratched their tail as they landed on her back, soon scurrying down to bite her neck. The queen roared, a loud, shrieking screech. Her tail had stabbed down, narrowly missing them by a hair. They then stabbed their claws into her shoulders, dragging them down as they slid under her stomach. Now, now they can strike. In a clean arc, they plunged their barb into her stomach, digging it in as deep as they could. But, just as quick, the queen drug them out from under her, her claws tightening around their neck as a pained hiss escaped her. Blood dripped onto the sand, staining the grains red and black. The scent of venom grew stronger, even as Scorpion was pinned down, the queen's tail raised high above them. Talons held them in a death grip, gleaming and sharp as obsidian.

"Looks like I win," the wicked queen whispered gleefully, and just as she was about to strike-

Bursts of lightning went across her body.

Sharp electricity coursed through her, the smell of burning scales and blood filling the air, as the queen fell back in a mad scramble. Scorpion gasped for air, struggling to their talons to stare at the dragon before them. The queen lay convulsing, smoke rising from her as she tried to scream, but to no avail. And then...

POOF!

A pile of blackened ashes where the queen once stood.

All was quiet for a moment, as Scorpion took in what happened. They glance to the hole where the Eye of Onyx rested, where they can see the crackle of electricity reflect off the black stone. With slow, shaking talons, they approached it, gently picking it up, and placed it around their neck. And just like that-

"ALL HAIL THE NEW MONARCH!"

"The queen is dead!"

"A dragonet?"

"THE SANDWINGS HAVE A NEW MONARCH!"

And, over the next month, Scorpion was fixing everything the old queen had done. Releasing the prisoners locked in the dungeons, replacing the old guards with new, more trustworthy ones, paying for damages done by the queen and those under her, and offering new jobs and food and water to the struggling kingdom.

Which led to now, a few weeks into their second month as the new SandWing monarch, and trying to get used to the weirdness of it all. Them? Queen? Or king, or monarch, or whatever they were now? It felt so weird. But, with the Eye around their neck, and the fresh death of the old queen in mind, most dragons haven't thought of challenging them for the throne yet.

Yet... they now have to deal with this...

"Your Majesty, may I ask what you would have us do?" asks a pale dragon, larger than Scorpion, and a lot more prickly. Their tail taps lightly across the stone floor, as though in thought. "Perhaps you should... invite a few new advisors to your staff? I don't trust the ones you have now." Their eyes watch them, curious.

"I know, I know. But, they do have useful advice. Hmmm... Perhaps I just keep the best two, and I replace the rest with better advisors? Yes, yes, good idea, Scorpion. Yes. Let's do that," Scorpion says to themself, and then stretch. They've gotten most of the old Scorpion Den dragons jobs here, in the palace, as guards or advisors or treasurers or teachers, hoping to give them a better life, and offer a more honest living...

Speaking of which...

"Is it time to see the dragonets who are here? I've heard w- I need to find them rooms, teachers, and some extra activities to do. Hopefully they aren't too stuck on this whole "monarch" thing," they say, and off they go, padding through the stone halls and sand courtyards, specks of dust dancing along in their wake...

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere marvel x reader #🐉Wings of Fire AU #👑Majesty💍 AU #🦂SandWing🌵 AU

[rosewood-writes-and-reviews]

To go back into actually reviewing something and in the spirit of the countdown to Death Island, I’m gonna do a review speedround of the other CGI movies I’ve watched:

Degeneration:

Since this was the start of the CGI films, Degeneration gets a 5 out of 10. Degeneration is the perfect example of a mid Resident Evil movie. First the positives: I like how Curtis Miller is used in this movie. I always liked morally grey characters in Resident Evil even if they die in their debut appearance, and Curtis Miller is one of those characters I feel sorry for because he lost his wife and kid in the Raccoon City incident and tried in his own way to rebel against Umbrella and other corporations who do experiments alike because he is vengeful, which ended up killing him in the end. I also liked Curtis’s G-Virus transformation.

The negatives are in the characters, despite having Leon and Claire who are established characters. Leon’s personality feels non-existent which is strange because he had more personality in the campy OG RE4 and his personality was just, BAMF Leon and that was it. Claire has more personality than Leon, but is sadly sidelined. Angela Miller is bland. That Senator character is a caricature that feels out of place and was forced in there to be a red-herring for the true villain and the villain in this is badly written.

A rough start, but at least we got Damnation. Speaking of which…

Damnation:

To absolutely no one’s surprise, this is the perfect Resident Evil movie. Likable characters, awesome villain, great storyline, the sexiest Leon model I’ve ever seen, great animation, loved seeing the Plagas lore be expanded on, loved seeing the Lickers and Tyrants again, and I loved that Damnation takes place before the events of RE6.

So the characters other than Leon and Ada, I love Buddy a lot he’s underrated and handsome as hell, and the best written morally grey character in the series with a sad backstory. J.D., I was SO sad when he died. The poor guy didn’t even get to see America. If anything, Resident Evil is pretty good at making you grow attached to one-time characters easily. Also, it’s refreshing to see a couple of Slavic characters not act evil or be complete assholes just because they’re Slavic.

And of course, no Resident Evil story is complete without a bittersweet ending because there have been multiple casualties, Buddy gets paralyzed from the waist down due to his Plagas infection, and it turns out that the US government ONLY saved Leon and Buddy from the two Tyrants because they wanted to save their own skin because they supported Eastern Slav’s dictator and didn’t want to face any backlash. And both America and Russia wanted to take that infested area for themselves. Further more, Simmons and his Family wanted that area, hence the connection to RE6 in the end credits. So yeah, another example of the US government being shady in Resident Evil.

Amazing movie, 10/10 would recommend. Also, fun fact, my RE CGI movie poll “One of These RE CGI Movies Have to Go,” Damnation has 0% votes, so it really shows that Damnation is the perfect RE movie in my opinion.

Vendetta:

Vendetta feels weird to me, because like Degeneration, it has flaws involving characters and some moments to fill the run time, but like Damnation, it has good animation and plays around with an existing monster.

The Los Illuminados mention just feels like a mention in Vendetta.

I also love this Yin and Yang going on with Chris and Leon. Both are seasoned veterans at this point, both have went through multiple forms of trauma related to bioterrorism, both have lost their team to a bioterrorist (for Chris, three times at this point), and they are both stubborn in their own ways with Leon not wanting to go after Glenn Arias since once again, the US Government keeps on being the US Government and bombed a wedding, and once again, they got another bioterrorist on their hands and Chris wanting to go after Glenn because he not only targeted innocent people at a university, he also wiped out Chris’s squad and killed their secretary and her son.

The characters other than Chris, Leon, Rebecca and yes, even Glenn Arias, the other characters are forgettable to me. I even forgot that Maria Gomez was even in this movie. Maria just seems like an all looks no personality type of character. Her father is also just another all looks no personality and was just there to be Arias’s tool in a mutation transformation.

As much as I like Glenn Arias as a villain, I really don’t like how he was written as a “woe is me, feel bad for me,” villain but he’s a bioterrorist who killed and infected a bunch of innocent people, including a kid. Not to mention that he is a part of the most wanted criminals who was an arms dealer. Which is why I never felt bad at all for him. I didn’t even need to mention the creepy as hell advances he made towards Rebecca just because she just so happened to look like his dead wife. The government in Resident Evil still sucks a lot, so there is no good guy or bad guy in this situation in my opinion.

Despite a lot of the flaws in this movie and me having mixed feelings towards it, I’d still recommend this movie and give it a 6.5 out of 10. Vendetta get’s a C- for characters and story, but A+ for animation.

TL:DR:

Degeneration? Mid. Damnation? S-tier Resident Evil movie. Vendetta? Decent. All of which are my personal opinion, I’d say watch all of these movies for yourself.

#resident evil #resident evil cgi films #resident evil movie #movie review #movie reviews

[merrock]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Lily James

full name: Kacey Newman

nickname(s) / goes by: Kace, Kay, Kiwi

pronouns & gender: she/her & cis woman

sexuality: bisexual

birth date: December 24th, 1990

birth place: Merrock, Maine

arrival to merrock: Local

housing: Downtown

occupation: Photographer

family: siblings - Kellan and Cage (older), Clementine (younger), Husband (separated), Daisy Clarke (daughter)

relationship status: recently separated

PERSONALITY

In contrast to some, Kacey is reserved and practical. Her brand of love is simple and unfiltered, but kept close to her chest. Her reticence isn't built from a lack of confidence though, and she has a deep pride for Merrock, her family, and the farm. She is typically the voice of reason in any conversation, but can be taken in by her passions like anyone else.

WRITTEN BY: Clare (she/her), est.

BIO / BACKGROUND

triggering / sensitive content: parental death

As far as early Christmas gifts go for young boys, Kacey hoped she was ranked somewhere between action figures and lego sets. She arrived at the Newman farm without fuss and into an expanding family. Love was plentiful growing up, as immeasurable as the blueberries they sold during high season. And, while Kacey existed in the middle of it all, she never fully joined the chaos. When she was still very young, her mother passed. What was left were memories blurred at the edges, sepia bleeding over the colors. She grew a little faster and a lot quieter after that day.

In school, Kacey was an excellent student. She received some ribbing from classmates for being a teacher's pet, but nothing that she couldn't shake off. After all, she had two bigger and louder brothers. For her eighth birthday, on the advice of a friend and in the hopes that his 'Kiwi' would open more, Kacey's father bought her a camera. She wasn't an unhappy kid, far from it, but she had the tendency to clam up when things got rough. The silent treatment, paired with a steady glare, could unnerve grown men.

It turned out to be the right move. There was a whole new language between a lense and a subject. Where the girl had been bordering on timid before, she bloomed into the worst kind of tyrant. Her favorite and first subjects were always her siblings and soon enough she wore them thin with requests. A posed shoot in the blueberry fields, or by the coastline, or in front of the post office, or even when they were brushing their teeth. In time, she was fluent in aspect ratios and cases, and had converted half her closet into a makeshift dark room.

In high school, she was the photographer for the school newspaper. It was at a football game that she first connected with Samuel Clarke. He was a trombone player in the marching band. She slipped a photo of him, instrument in hand, between the grates of his locker and the rest was history. Those who didn't know Kacey were were ripe in the belief that she was dispassionate. In truth, she could be as resolute and stubborn as a brick wall. She decided before graduation that Sam was going to be it for her. Even when she got into art school and moved two state lines away, she worked hard to keep her relationship steady.

That resolve placed her at a magazine in Portland straight out of college. It saw her through buying a condo and getting married. Though she lived away from Merrock, Kacey was a constant visitor. When the first blueberries ripened in April, she'd be there to help with the harvest. When Kellan was on the field she'd was there with her camera in hand, when Clem graduated she was in the stands cheering, and when her nephew was born she snapped some of the first photos. Newborn photography would, in time become a staple of her career. But for a while she reveled in being young and married and living in the biggest city in Maine. It was only when Sam and her decided to start a family that things changed. After a decade living elsewhere, Kacey knew there was only one place she wanted to raise her kids.

Her daughter Daisy was born, twenty-nine years later, in the same hospital room as Kacey. Mixed into those happiest of days was the loss of her father. All her life, she'd known him as a lighthouse. Without him there as a guide things started to slip. Motherhood was a slippery thing beyond even her own iron grasp. She felt like a failure when she couldn't soothe her child or understand her tears. She poured more effort into her career and opening her own studio. She started photographing weddings and births and retirement parties. At least in this, the steady click and focus, she had control. She confided in her siblings, leaned on them and in the midst of it all her relationship began to slide.

They held on for years but, not long after a disastrous third birthday party for Daisy, they agreed a trial separation was for the best. Sam moved into an apartment a few blocks away. Thirty-two years on, Kacey finally had to admit she'd bent to the chaos.

#merrockbio #kaceynewman #death tw #parental death tw

[libidomechanica]

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #130 texts #ballad