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greenflamedwriter · 2 years

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Scum Villain Cheat Sheet. For Fanfic writers :D

Scum Villain Cheat Sheet [the OG was lost but I REFUSE]

I forget names and stuff because my brain is no longer the sponge it used to be -_-

SO all of the stuff + Images are here to help me remember what is called what- who is who so that way I'm not CONSTANTLY using google.

So this is just everything for a fanfic cheat-sheet.

So let's start with Sect leaders. Who are sect leaders? Cultivation masters in charge of each ‘sect’ of cultivators.

There are Four and the first Sect is the Cang Qiong Mountain. On this Mountain it is called Cang cong Mountain. There is bai zhan peak [Jocks- aka focus of martial arts/fighting] There is Jing Peak [Nerds- I mean scholars and arts]

Each masters names/ characters changes to Qing - [I’m not fluent but from the book itself I’ve noticed the peak lords have Qing in their names]

Shen Jiu changed to Shen QingQiuLiu Qingge Yue qingYuan etc

So we have the main Character Shen Qingqiu the Peak lord of Jing peak.

So we have the main 'Villain' of Proud Immortal Demon way.

Shen Jiu- Art by @velinxi

In his ‘unscrapped’ origin Shen Jiu was a fully fleshed out villain, abused as a child and became twisted, the mirror to the blackened protagonist Luo Binghe.

Shen Jiu was abused by Qui Jianlou [A-Lou] and was then forced to marry Qui Haitang, forced into service-ship and continuously abused. Shen Jiu fought his way out, killing only the men and leaving the women and children. After seeing the Qiu massacre, Wu Yanzi took him in and taught him to rob and murder and learned tricks and dirty ploys he would incorporate into his fighting style even during adulthood.

Shen Jiu started his cultivation too late, and Wu Yanzi may have fucked up his cultivation even more.

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Shen Qingqiu: TITLE: Xiu Ya Sword [Elegant and Refined] RANK: Peak Lord Qing Jing Peak

Shen QIngqiu surname shen 'Clear Autumn' from the animated Scumbag villain series>

Shen Qingqiu is the Sect Leader of Qing Jing Peak- The sect mastering the four arts and known as Scholars [NERD!]

He was recocmended by Yue Qingyuan, both were homeless. Yue Qingyuan left Shen Jiu to be a cultivator and promised to return.

Meanwhile Shen Jiu arrived on Cang Qiong peak and was allowed in due to Yue Qingyuans quilt and yet him get away with [literal] murder.

Yue QIngyuan never told him the reason why he took so long so Shen Jiu thought he was abandoned and now his name is Shen Qingqiu he can never escape the name Qiu.

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And the idiot in the third image is Shen Yaun the one who 'Transmigrated' in the Scum Villains body- OUR protagonist :D

Shen Yuan Is Also known as “Peerless Cucumber.”

Had a younger sister and two older brothers pre-transmigration-

Shen Yuan was the third son of a rich family spending his days idling about. He is described to be thin, and his face resembled that “Of a dispirited pretty boy sitting around waiting to die.” Shen Yuan was twenty when he died. Either of:

Food Poisioning [Confirmed by mxtx on twitter]

Pure rage

Chocked on food [Donghua]

He passed the exam to the Beijing University. One the worldwide top research university.

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NOW onto the ACTUAL Main Character Lord Luo Binghe- Half Heavenly Demon and Half human hybrid.

More art by @Velinxi Luo Binghe

Luo Binghe surname ‘Luo’ for the Luo River “Icy River.” The Luo Binghe of [Scum Villain] is referred to as Luo Bingmei. PIDW-Proud Immortal Demon Way As Lou Bing-ge. Ge- for Older, Mei for Younger.

Son of: Su Xiyan. [Head disciple of Huan Hua Palace] And Tianlang-Jun [Saintly Heavenly Demon]

(Which explains why Luo Binghe took over the Huan Palace in the Human realm and the demon realm as BOTH are his heritage.)

Luo Binghe [Pre-Abyss] Rank White lotus Disciple Qing Jing peak Sword Prior Zheng Yang [Righteous sun] Sword Current Xin mo [Heart Demon]

Can also manipulate dreams his former teacher "Nightmare aka Master Meng Mo" he refers to Meng Mo as 'senior'

And thus started the grudge between Meng Mo and Shen Qingqiu over a title of ‘Shizun’ [Teacher]

Ming Fan.

Sword: I don't freakin know. [Shen Qingqiu disciple]

Title: Qing Jing peaks Head Disciple [Luo Binghe’s senior brother]

Ning Yingying

Sword: I don't know [Shen Qingqiu disciple]

Title: Only known female disciple and Luo Binghes senior sister

Liu Mingyan

Sword; I havn't a clue [Disciple of Qing Qingqi]

Title: Qi Qingqi Head Disciple and Liu Qingge younger sister.

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Cang Qiong Mountain: Has twelve peaks. All connected by rainbow bridges.

Qiong Ding Peak: General affairs [aka peacemakers]

Lord: Yue Qingyuan, peaklord of this sect AND Cang Qiong Mountain sect master.

Sect Leader who oversees ALL of the entire peaks and its peaklords.

Considered the first of the peaks oversees general affairs.

Titles: Qi-gi [By Shen jiu] and Zhangmen-shixiong [Sect master]

Sword: Xuan Su Sword [Unable to be drawn as it’s tied to his life force]

Past: Was a homeless orphan along with Shen Jiu living on the streets. Felt responsibility for said kids and broke up fights [that shen jiu usually started] When one orphan was almost trampled by a horse, Yue intervened which led to him and Shen Jiu being taken by the Qui household, when he was old enough to escape he promised to come back for Shen JIu. impatient he sped up his cultivation, qi deviated in the Lingxi caves. His soul is bonded to his sword each time he draws the sword his life is decreased. Punished he was locked in a spiritual cave and no one let him out.

Later Shen Jiu appeared on the Cang Qiong mountain after murdering his abusive cultivator teacher Wu Yanzi.

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Qing Jing Peak [Aka Scholars]

Shen Qingqiu as the Peak Lord.

Bai Zhan Peak [Martial arts peak- aka the jocks aka war division]

Peak Lord: Liu Qingge

Head Disciple: Yang Yixuan [Found in [Jinlan City Sower Incident] warning the peak lords of the sowers.]

And Ji Jue [Disciple]

Is the Seventh Ranked sect, is the mountain's great war division and has the greatest fighting strength. Has produced outstanding powerful individuals.

4. Qian Cao Peak [MEDIC!!!]

Peak Lord: Mu Qingfang.

Specialises in medical skill and medicine production, It serves as Cang Qiongs medical division. Qiang cao disregarded worldly affairs. Choosing to focus on healing the wounded and rescuing the dying.

5. Xian Shu Peak [Lesbain Peak]

Peak Lord: Qi Qingqi It exclusively accepts female disciples. Male intruders are not welcome and would be aggressively and violently turned away when their presence is sensed at the border.

6. Wan Jian Peak [Aka the Sword sect,- where all disciples go to get their swords. Ranks below Qiong Ding but ABOVE Qing jing]

Peak Lord: Wei Qingwei Sword: Hong Jing [Red mirror] It cannot be drawn as its an tool to expel demonic energy.

7. An Ding Peak [Logistics]

Peak Lord: Shang Qinghua [Art by @velinxi

Focuses on day to day life, seen as the unambitious peak. An Ding is responsible for repairs. Deliveries [amazon] budget as well as prepare the immortal alliance ceremony and delivers the demons for the disciples to fight.

8. Ku Xing Peak [Ascetic Peak]

Peak Lord: UNKNOWN Like the [Qingqi] Peak it’s an all MALE peak, their life akin to monks and no other information from the novel [So fanfics can go all out]

9. Zui Xian Peak [Alcohol peak YOLO]

Peak Lord: UNKNOWN [But man would he be a fun guy]

Specialises in alcohol.

[9/12 Peaks] Dear Fandom- I will MAKE up Peaks I swear to god- if others have suggestions DM me!

Other cultivation Sects Thats not on the [Mean girls Peak]

Huan Hua Palace: And it’s denizens.

One of the most influential, wealthiest of the sects [and also in charge of prisoners? Why is it always the yellow ones] Has a militaristic school of thought, military strategy famous for divination, they are well known for their maze arrays and maintain the most contact with the world outside their sect.

Claim the forested area [That hosted the immortal alliance conference] the area is near Bailu forest/Bailu Mountai. Is where Tianglang-Jun is sealed. Along with the Grotto with the Sun and Moon Dew Seeds.

ALSO hosts the [Something flower- frost flower? I can’t find it…that can [Cure] Without a cure.

Also famous for their Water Dungeon.

Immortal Old Palace Master: Lao Gongzhu is the Head of Huan Hua Palace.

His Daughter: Young mistress Xiao Gongzhu. Formidable with a whip [And bullies ALL of the harem/love interests of Luo Binghes and rips their clothes in the most fanservice ways]

Head Disciple: Gongyi Xiao. Was killed by Tianlang-juns nephew. tragic cannon fodder.

Su Xiyan Art [Former head disciple]

Su Xiyan Is Binghe’s birth mother.

With demon ties, she was expelled from the palace and died from postpartum haemorrhage after giving birth. Prior to her death she let her son on the lone ship she birthed him and along the way Binghe was picked up by a lone washer woman. And after finding him on the Luo river named him. Luo Binghe.

Ex-Harem Members:

Qui Haitang: Brother of Qui household. And calls him A-Lou, which was triggering Shen Qingqiu, who she accused in Jinling City after the sowers accused Shen Qingqiu of planting them in the city.

Qin Wanyue: Siblings- Alive, met Binghe at the Immortal Alliance conference. Qin Wanrong: Siblings- Deceased [Both dragged Binghe down during the alliance]

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Tian Yi Overlook: Taoist Nuns sect

As one of the four [?] major Sects Tian Yi would be considered as the leading Taoist sect. They wear Aqua coloured taoist robes, and their rank is hemmed on the hem of their robes. They would carry horsetail whisk. The taoist Nun Triplets were Harem members of the og Luo Binghes.

They lost 90 members to the Immortal Alliance conference. They also lost an additional 10 to the Jinlan City Sower Incident.

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Zhao Hua Temple.

Leader: Wu Wang. All the Masters of Zhao Hua Temple are given the name [WU] There are ruled by powerful abbots called masters.

Located near Jinling City, where two major rivers converge the Luo and Heng rivers.

Hall of Great Strength: Place where the Sect Colds conferences with the other great four sects.

Members: Wu Chen. Wu Wang. Wu Huan. Wu Nian.

[?] Cang Qiong is ONE. Huan Palace is TWO. Tian Yi is THREE and ZHAO Hua is Four ah got it.

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I'll do one for Demons and Flowers and the Monsters in PIDW like the rhino python etc.

p.s: I wonder what the other sects would be? Theres only three more? I would guess Arrays, Fabrics and...maybe instruments/ Or creating spiritual weapons that could take the strain of qi? Who Knows...

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jiangwanyinscatmom · 3 years

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1- you know JC stans always try to deflect claiming LQR LXC LWJ and NMJ are all equally at fault bc they didn't stand for trhe wens either but JC and WWX are literally the only two people who know the truth about the wen sibs and he decided not to tell anyone so the public has no means of knowing everything they did and risked for him, they literally committed treason to save the jiang sect and protect them from the wen army but in the eyes of the public they are known as loyal disciples to WRH-

Thank you for the question anon!

Relevant passages in regards to this issue posted first since a lot of it gets very misconstrued with what blame lies where with the Sect Leaders before the events when it came to the massacre at Nightless City and the deaths of the Wen Remnants. This is not necessarily clean cut after the fallout with Jin Zixuan and Jin Zixun's deaths. This is also still with the underlying plot of Jin Guangshan aiming for the Yin Hu Fu. There is a lot of political intrigue that goes ignored with this by manipulation of the Jin Sect and Jiang Cheng being blinded by his own jealousy.

“… Four inspectors were harmed. Around fifty of the remaining Wen Sect members escaped. After Wei WuXian led them into Burial Mound, he summoned hundreds of fierce corpses to patrol the base of the mountain. Our people still can’t get any further.”

When he finished, silence filled the Golden Pavilion.

Jiang Cheng only spoke after a few moments, “What he did was indeed a bit too much. Sect Leader Jin, I apologize to you in place of him. If there’s any way at all to help the situation, please let me know. I’ll definitely compensate for things however I can.”

What Jin GuangShan wanted, however, wasn’t his apology or his compensation, “Sect Leader Jiang, at first, for your sake, the LanlingJin Sect didn’t intend on saying anything. However, some of these inspectors weren’t from the Jin Sect. There were a few from other sects as well. This makes it…”

Jiang Cheng’s brows were knitted. He rubbed the vein that throbbed at his temple and soundlessly took in a deep breath, “… I apologize to all of the Sect Leaders. Everyone, I’m afraid you don’t know that the Wen cultivator whom Wei WuXian wanted to save was called Wen Ning. We owe him and his sister Wen Qing gratitude for what happened during the Sunshot Campaign.”

Nie MingJue, “You owe them gratitude? Isn’t the QishanWen Sect the ones who caused the YunmengJiang Sect’s annihilation?”

Within these few years, Jiang Cheng insisted on working late into the night every day. That day, just as he decided to rest early, he had to rush to Koi Tower overnight because of the thundering news. He’d been suppressing some anger under his fatigue since the beginning. With his natural competitiveness, he was already quite agitated since he had to apologize to other people. When he heard Nie MingJue mention the incident of his sect again, hatred sprouted within him.

The hatred was directed at not only everyone who was seated in this room, but also Wei WuXian.

Passage 2:

Using the atmosphere, Jin GuangShan turned to Jiang Cheng, “He’s been plotting for a while to go to Burial Mound, hasn’t he? After all, with his skills, it wouldn’t be too hard to set up a sect of his own. And so, he used this as a chance to leave the Jiang Sect, intending to do whatever he pleases in the bright skies outside. You rebuilt the YunmengJiang Sect with so much work. He’s got a few controversial traits in him to begin with, and still he doesn’t restrain himself, stirring up so much trouble for you. He doesn’t care about you at all.”

Jiang Cheng pretended to stand his ground, “That probably isn’t that case. Wei WuXian has been like this ever since he was young. Even my father couldn’t do anything about him.”

Jin GuangShan, “Even FengMian-xiong couldn’t do anything about him, huh?” He chuckled a few times, “FengMian-xiong just favored him.”

Hearing the words ‘favors him’, the muscles beside the corners of Jiang Cheng’s mouth twitched.

Jin GuangShan continued, “Sect Leader Jiang, you’re not like your father. It’s just been a couple of years since the reestablishment of the YunmengJiang Sect, precisely when you should be displaying your power. And he doesn’t even know to avoid suspicions. What would the Jiang Sect’s new disciples think if they saw him? Don’t tell me you’d let them see him as their role model and look down on you?”

He spoke one sentence after another, striking the iron while it was still hot. Jiang Cheng spoke slowly, “Sect Leader Jin, that’s enough. I’ll go to The Burial Mounds and deal with this.”

Here the sect leaders were aware of the Wen Sect remnants as prisoners of war and saw it as a justifiable reason to keep the remaining Wens imprisoned regardless of age status etc. When Jiang Cheng is asked by Nie Mingjue for clarification on the matter of the debt owed by the Wen siblings it is deflected by Jin Guangshan and Jin Guangyao with clever wordplay to rile everyone up. This leaves those who either asked for more information, Lan Xichen who is shutdown by not having enough information by the majority and Nie Mingjue distracted by his hate of the Wens already, and Mianmian and Lan Wangji who argued that Wei Wuxian was protecting innocents and was not trying to cause a coup ignored as being irrelevant opinions. Wei Wuxian is eventually labelled a defector and danger due to Jiang Cheng exasperating what they had actually planned in the staged fight.

After this several months pass until Lan Wangji comes to tell Wei Wuxian of Jiang Yanli's marriage in a week's time. Several days later the Jiang siblings arrive with the same news and Jiang Yanli is the one to extend a peace branch to try keeping the three connected with the courtesy naming or Jin Ling. Almost a year's time later Wei Wuxian is in fact invited to the one-month celebration as another peace branch by Jin Zixuan who was the one to extend the offer. Jin Guangshan, Jin Zixun and Jin Guangyao planned the murder of Wei Wuxian in Qiongqi Pass against Jin Zixuan's knowledge. This leads to the mess of his murder and Wei Wuxian being hunted down as well as all of the remaining Wens on order of Jin Guangshan in retaliation after Wen Qing is killed as the remaining leader of the Wens and Wen Ning secretly suppressed. This leads to days later to the Pledge Conference at the city which holds Jin Zixuan's body and Jiang Yanli who is there to keep the death vigils (Shou Ling) as family. It's also why her and Madam Jin are wearing the white robes when Wei Wuxian sees them and by bad luck comes across the sect leaders pact when he tries to flee.

After the the wine had seeped into the dirt, Jin GuangShan stated, “No matter the sect, no matter the surname—this cup of wine is to the soldiers who have died.”

Nie MingJue, “May their souls live on.”

Lan XiChen, “Rest in peace.”

Jiang Cheng, however, still had on a darkened expression. He didn’t say anything even after he poured the wine.

Afterward, Jin GuangYao walked out from the LanlingJin Sect’s array and presented with both hands a square box made of black iron. Jin GuangShan took the box with one hand and raised it high in the air, shouting, “Here lies the ashes of the Wen Sect’s remnants!”

After he spoke, he sent forth his spiritual energy and shattered the box with his bare hand. The iron box broke into pieces, and white dust drifted alongside the cold wind.

A scattering of the ashes!

A series of cheers exploded through the crowd. Jin GuangShan raised his hands, signaling for the people to be quiet and listen to him talk. When the cheers slowly died down, he continued, raising his voice, “Tonight, the ones whose ashes had been scattered were the two leaders of the Wen Sect’s remnants. And tomorrow! It will be the rest of the Wen-dogs and—the YiLing Laozu, Wei Ying!”

Suddenly, a low laugh interrupted his grand speech. The laugh was too untimely, sounding both stark and jarring. In unison, the crowd turned to look at where the sound came from.

The Palace of Sun and Flames was a rather magnificent palace. A total of twelve ridges made up its roof, and at the end of each ridge were eight heavenly beasts. Yet, right now, the people realized that on one of those ridges, there were nine. The laugh from before came from over there!

The extra beast shifted slightly. The next moment, a boot and a corner of black clothes dangled down from the roof, swaying softly.

Everyone placed their hand onto their sword hilt. Jiang Cheng’s pupils shrunk. Blue veins lined the back of his hand.

Jin GuangShan was overcome with both shock and hatred, “Wei Ying! How dare you show yourself here!”

The person opened their mouth to speak. What came out was indeed Wei WuXian’s voice, but he spoke in a strange tone, “Why should I dare not show myself here? Do you people here even add up to three thousand? Don’t forget that back in the Sunshot Campaign, let alone three thousand, I’ve fought against five thousand on my own before. And by appearing here, haven’t I granted your wish? No need for you to come all the way to my home tomorrow to scatter my ashes.”

A few of the QingheNie Sect’s disciples died in the hands of Wen Ning as well. Nie MingJue spoke coldly, “What arrogance.”

Wei WuXian, “Haven’t I always been arrogant? Sect Leader Jin, how does it feel, having slapped yourself in the face? Who was the one that said he’d let the matter go if the Wen siblings went to Koi Tower and gave themselves up? And who was the one that just said he’d scatter my ashes and the ashes of the rest of the Wen Sect’s remnants tomorrow?”

Jin GuangShan, “Let’s consider things as they stand! At Qiongqi Path, you slaughtered over a hundred of the LanlingJin Sect’s disciples—this is one thing. You made Wen Ning kill at Koi Tower—this is another…”

Wei WuXian, “Then let me ask you, Sect Leader Jin, at Qiongqi Path, who was the one being ambushed? And who was the one to kill? Who was the main schemer? And who was the one being schemed against? In the end, just who was the one that came to provoke me first?”

Keep in mind none of the other sect leaders were privy to the scheme between Jin Guangshan, Jin Guangyao and Jin Zixun. And they believe they are certainly fighting off a crazed Wei Wuxian and what they think are his fodder Wens meant for corpses. After this Wei Wuxian desperately fights against Lan Wangji who is trying to calm him down before it's too late which is unsuccessful leading to Jiang Yanli also trying to calm him down enough to get him away and talk some sense to get him out of there to run and get to the Wens. After her death he mentally blacks out and Lan Wangji is left trying to take him away to safety close enough to Burial Mounds. Lan Wangji then fights off his elders as Lan Xichen gathered the Lans to find them. Immediately after this is in sequestered secrecy Lan Wangji is punished. Lan Xichen presumably stays with his own brother while Lan Qiren is the acting Sect Leader for the actual Siege that the other three are part of as support. That leaves Jin Guangshan with the ulterior motive of getting the Yin Hu Fu, Jiang Cheng who wants revenge for the death of Jiang Yanli, and Nie Mingjue left to think he is killing what he considers disgraceful Wens.

So, in short, each of them had different motivations for actually being there, and different accounts for those reasons. The Jins for more power, Jiangs for revenge, Nies for justice and the Lans in solidarity. And the fault of it isn't meted out equally as all had misunderstandings and manipulated by Jin Guangshan's pull to each of their morals as cultivation sects. In the end each of the four were there to kill the Wens and Wei Wuxian aside from Lan Wangji and arguably Jiang Yanli when she was caught up trying to get Wei Wuxian to run.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #Nightless City and the First Seige #don't mind me #asks #I can never make these short it seems

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bonnyskies · 4 years

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revenge ⇢ myg

you’ve dedicated your entire life to avenging your parents’ death. every sacrifice you’ve made, every tear and blood that you’ve shed has led you this moment. standing in front of the man who’s responsible for your parents’ death, blade in hand and ready to strike. the only problem was, was that he was the emperor of the northern kingdoms—and your husband.

pairing — emperor!yoongi x malereader

genre — angst, sexual themes, royalty au

warnings — swearing, implied rape and torture, mentions of blood and murder, brief mentions of suicide, yoongi is kind of evil but soft for the reader, and the reader has a fake name

author’s note — this is just something that i’ve been thinking about recently and wanted to get out before i completely forget about it.

word count — 2.9k

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Min Yoongi.

Just the thought of that name alone made your blood instantly boil with rage and hatred run through your veins.

Everyone across the vast lands knew him by his reputation and many titles. The young Emperor of the Northern Kingdoms was one of them, and the Hero of the North was another—even though many saw him as the villain instead.

Just at the age of twenty-six, he was already known as the most dangerous and feared man in the world. No one, not even the other leaders who have lived longer and fought more battles than him wouldn’t dare to challenge him.

You never really understood how he became Emperor in the first place. He has practically broke every tradition made specifically for royals. An Emperor is suppose to have a flawless appearance, yet an evident scar decorated his face. He’s suppose to marry a woman of royalty and produce an heir, yet he has shown interest only in men. An Emperor is suppose to stay in his palace and away from the battlefield, but there are many stories to where the young leader himself was leading his kingdom’s army in the frontlines. An Emperor is suppose know about diplomacy, but he only knew violence.

But despite of his famous reputation, you only recognized him for one thing. The man responsible for the death of your parents. Yes, even though he wasn’t the one who swung the blade down on them, he was the one that carried the order for their execution.

As you stared at yourself in your chamber’s body-sized mirror, taking in the the crimson royal robes you were dressed in, you ran your fingers delicately along the smooth blade of the dagger that you held in your hands, eyes shining with nothing but determination.

Tonight was the night. You were finally going to avenge your parents and kill the man that was responsible for their deaths. And after that, join them in the afterlife.

“Excuse me, sir?” A female’s voice suddenly broke you out of your thoughts. When turning around you, your eyes landed on one of the young servants that would accompany you wherever you go, except for your bedroom. “Your Highness has requested you to meet him in his throne room.”

“Thank you for informing me,” you smiled gratefully. “I’ll be right there.” You watched as the servant then bowed her head before dismissing herself.

Oh, and Min Yoongi is also your husband.

With one final glance at yourself in the mirror, you placed your sharp dagger into its sheath that is attached to your waist and hidden underneath your royal robes before leaving.

When leaving your chambers and walking down the narrow hallways of the palace, you could already hear a man’s cries—which were coming directly from the throne room. And when entering the heavily decorated open room, your blood became cold at the sight in front of you.

Right in front of you, your husband—Min Yoongi sat upon his throne with a man kneeled in front of him. The bruises on his face and blood stains on his skin were clear as day for you to see. On instinct, your right rested on your hidden blade, eyes shifting from the injured man towards your husband, who held an intimidating glare.

“P-Please your Highness,” the man cried out, bowing his head repeatedly as tears poured out of his eyes. “P-Please have mercy on me, I didn’t know my family’s taxes were due yesterday. I don’t have enough yet, just give me more time—”

“More time?” Your husband chuckled hysterically, shaking his head and scoffing. When standing up from his throne, you swore you could hear the commoner’s heart racing inside his chest as Yoongi began to approach him. “Your tax date is the same as everyone else in your village, yet you claim that you’ve forgotten?”

He stood in front of the man and stared down at him, hand resting intimidatingly on the hilt of his sword. “Do you think I’m stupid?” The man shook his head vigorously. “Then you must be stupid. Because how could you forget that your taxes were due yesterday when everyone in your village was coming up to the palace to pay theirs?”

The man opened his mouth but no words seemed to come out. And when seeing the way your husband’s eyes squinted, you knew it was over him. Just by snapping his fingers, two guards appeared by the commoner’s sides and grabbed him by his arms, forcing him back onto his feet. “Take him to the dungeon,” Yoongi simply ordered, turning his back towards him. “You and the others guards can use him anyway that you see fit before ending him.”

Your heart sunk at your husband’s words, cringing when seeing one of guard’s smirk and lick his lips. “Yes, your Highness.”

“N-No!” The commoner cried out, eyes filled with nothing but fear. “Please your Highness, my wife and children are waiting for me back home—”

“Don’t worry about them,” Yoongi cut him off, sitting back down on his throne with devilish smirk on his lips. “I’m make sure their deaths are swift.”

The man’s eyes widened with pure horror, and the last thing you could hear were his screams and cries for mercy until they fell completely silent as the guards dragged him out the throne room. Leaving you and Yoongi, alone.

“Hello, my love.” Your husband then turned towards you, finally noticing your presence. You hated how he could smile so easily even after he just sentence an innocent man to death literally seconds ago.

“Hello, dear.” You flashed your fakest smile, walking over to him and taking your usual seat on his lap, his hands immediately resting on your thighs. “How’s your day?”

“Better now that you’re here,” he grinned, leaning up and pressing his lips against yours. It was just a simple, gentle peck before he pulled away, flashing you his perfect white teeth as he smiled. “How about you? What did you do today?”

You shrugged, “Nothing, really. Just stayed in our chambers, that’s pretty much it.”

Yoongi nodded, running his hands along your legs and the higher his hands ran the more your heart raced. Not because what he was doing was making you flustered—even though it did, it was because you feared that he’d feel your dagger’s sheath. You weren’t allowed to carry weapons within the palace, only the Emperor himself and his guards could.

“So, do you know what’s today?” You felt yourself begin to smile at your husband’s question.

You nodded, “Yes.” Today was your guys’ one year anniversary after being officially wedded to each other.

“I’ve asked the servants to prepare a feast for us tonight, and I’ve also got a surprise for you too as well.” Yoongi informed, a teasing grin forming his face.

“What is it?” You asked, raising a brow.

Yoongi smirked. “You’re just going to have to wait and see,” he leaned up and whispered into your ear before pressing a lingering kiss onto your neck that sent shivers down along your spine.

You hated this. You hated how he had this kind of effect on you. The feeling of his kisses made you tingle, his embraces made you feel safe, and his stares would make your heart race. You’re suppose to hate him—you do hate him, but after being together for four years, one of them being a married couple, you couldn’t stop a small part of you from loving him.

Min Yoongi may be heartless towards others, but to you, he had a heart.

But this is part of the plan, your mind reminded.

You didn’t want to just kill Min Yoongi, you wanted to destroy him and everything he has built, and marrying was your only way in. So, to get where you are today, you had to sacrifice just about everything. You sold your parent’s farm so that you could purchase fine clothing and pass as a royal. You then snuck into one of many banquets that Yoongi held at his palace and made your mission to capture his attention. It didn’t take long, due to the fact that you always found a way to be near him, flashing your semi-revealing robes towards him, not missing the way his eyes would scan over your body or the smirk on his lips.

The mission was a success when later that night you found yourself in his personal chamber, sprawled out underneath him on his bed, robes long forgotten and discarded onto the ground. With your arms and legs secured tightly around him, nothing but loud moans and whimpers would fall from your lips as you felt nothing but absolute pleasure throughout the rest of the night.

After that day, you began to visit him in his palace more frequently—due to his request, and the nights you’d spend in his chambers, in his bed completely bare and underneath him, lips-locked locked and bodies pressed against each other also grew.

Slowly, you found yourself becoming his close companion. Right then and there, you planned on ending his life but after much thought, you learned that it wouldn’t solved everything. You wanted more. So you put your plan on pause and three years later, he courted you and you became his husband. And that’s when your new plan came. If you waited long enough and he suddenly passed, the rulership of the Northern Kingdoms would pass onto you.

You could finally rule the North how it was always meant to be. Tranquil. The common people not having to live in complete fear because of their Emperor. The other royals celebrating as peace treaties are formed rather than having to constantly watch their backs, scared at the thought Yoongi changing his mind one day and deciding that they aren’t any use to him anymore—in other words, kill them.

The Northern Kingdoms would be at ease without Min Yoongi ruling.

So that’s where you are now. Four years into a relationship and one into marriage, heart confused on how to feel towards the very intimidating man. But one thing was was sure, tonight is the night where you finally complete your plan. Kill Min Yoongi.

You and Yoongi both scrambled into your guys’ personal chamber, lips moving in sync together as his hands run along your sides and your arms were wrapped his neck, deepening the rough, messy kiss that was filled with many different emotions. Love, passion, lust.

A small gasp escaped you as Yoongi suddenly lifted you into his arms with ease and gently laid you onto your guys’ bed before climbing up and hover over you, reconnecting your lips.

You ran your hands along his back, caressing the muscles underneath his robes as he began to leave kisses down your neck, leaving marks on your skin as his fingers would dig into the flesh of your thighs.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Yoongi mumbled into your neck, sliding one of his hands up your thighs and once again your heart began to race. He was getting closer to your dagger. “And you’re all mine...”

“Yes, I am.” You moaned out, moving one of your hands away from his back and slowly inched your way towards your hidden blade. “I’m yours, my love.”

When Yoongi pulled his lips away from your neck and sat up, you could feel your cheeks start to blush when seeing him begin to undress himself. “How did I get so lucky?” He wondered out loud, causing you to raise a brow. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, intelligent, caring. I don’t deserve you...,” he continued to compliment, undoing the final sash before opening his robes, revealing his toned torso.

Now!

Everything happened in an instant. You quickly yanked your dagger out from its sheath and held the sharp blade against Yoongi’s neck, his eyes that were once filled with passion and lust was now replaced with hurt and betrayal. “Myung—”

“My name’s not Myung.” You cut him off, not missing the way his eyes’ widen. You cautiously stood up from the bed, Yoongi following after with the tip of your dagger’s blade still pressing against his neck, his hands up, surrendered. “My name’s {Name} {Last Name}. Four years ago, you murdered my parents because they didn’t meet your taxes’ requirements.”

Tears glistened in your eyes as you raised your voice, pressing the dagger’s tip into Yoongi’s neck harder. “You executed them because they were just a few silvers short!”

Yoongi remained silence, which angered you so pressed the blade harder, this time drawing blood and making him wince. “W-Why?” You whimpered out, a couple tears managing to escape and slide down your cheeks. “Why did you have to get them executed? It was just a few silvers, you’re the fucking most wealthiest man in the North. A couple silvers wouldn’t change that.” You were full blown sobbing now, the hand that’s holding your dagger was trembling.

“So was this all a lie?” Yoongi asks, completely changing the subject. You noticed the way his jaw was clenched but tears also glistened his eyes. “Everything that we’ve been through these past four years was fake?”

This time, you were the one to remain silent.

Suddenly, Yoongi stepped forward, causing the tip of the dagger to pierce his neck and draw more blood. It wasn’t fatal, but it was enough to make him wince. His unexpected action made you wince and yank the blade away, “What are you doing?” You asked him with wide eyes, your dagger still pointed towards him.

“Kill me,” he said bluntly, stepping forward which resulted in you taking a cautious step back. “Do it.”

“Y-You aren’t going to fight back?” Yoongi shook his head. “Why not?”

“Because ever since I’ve known you, all I’ve ever wanted was for you to be happy.” He answered, making your heart race and stop simultaneously. “I was hoping with me. But, if killing me will make you happy, then do it.”

“You have to fight back.” Because you fighting back will make this so much easier.

Yoongi didn’t say anything, only stepped away and walked over to his desk, pulling out a blank scroll and ink pen. You watched as he then sat down began to write something, “What are you doing?”

“I’m writing my suicide note,” he bluntly answered. “When they find me dead, you will be the first they suspect. But once they read this, they’ll know I killed myself and you then will take over as Emperor.”

Your heart dropped, the hand that was holding the dagger slowly lower. You couldn’t believe what he was doing this. The man that has slaughter thousands—perhaps millions was just going to accept his death this easily?

Everyone believed that the infamous young Emperor didn’t have any weaknesses. But they were wrong, you were his one and only weakness.

You couldn’t do this...

But when Yoongi saw what was happening, the tears in your eyes and the lowered dagger, rage flooded his veins. He stood back up and approached you instantly. Gripping onto your wrist, he forced the blade back up to his neck and stared at you with heavy eyes. “Alright, do it...”

When noticing the hesitation in your eyes, Yoongi raised his voice. “Kill me! Isn’t this what you wanted? Isn’t this why lied about everything between us this entire time? To avenge your parents?”

You were crying, lips trembling but nonetheless tightened your grip on your weapon.

“Fucking kill me!”

And with one final cry, you raised your hand that held the dagger above your head and brought it down upon him.

Once again, you found yourself standing in front of your personal chamber’s mirror, but surrounded by a completely different atmosphere. That feeling of determination that you felt in the beginning was gone and replaced with absolute fear.

You didn’t realize you were crying until a sob escape from you, causing you to lower your head and stare at the crimson blood that stained your trembling hands.

Closing your eyes, you began to take slow, gentle breaths, trying to calm your heart that was beating uncontrollably inside your chest. But your rough heart had no chance to ease when the sound of approaching footsteps suddenly came to your ear, soon feeling a hand rest on your waist.

You didn’t even have to open your eyes to know who it was already.

“Don’t worry, my love.” Yoongi’s voice whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You didn’t know whether it was out of love and passion or fear. “I forgive you.”

When opening your eyes, your gaze immediately fell upon on him in the mirror’s reflection, specifically staring at the blood-stained bandage on his right shoulder. Yoongi leaned down and began to place delicate kisses up along your neck and jawline before whispering again, “I forgive you...”

The only sound you could hear was how loud and uneasy your heart’s beats were echoing inside your ear.

You hated this—absolutely hated this. Why aren’t you able to kill him? How could you let him live after everything he has done to you? He was—is a monster. How could you fall in love with him?

Staring up, your eyes were met with the smooth structure of the chamber’s ceiling. Even though you are shielded from the outside, you knew that your parents were staring—more like glaring down at you from the heavens. Watching their son, who used to be a simple commoner but now part of royalty, dressed in exquisite robes instead of filthy rags, in the arms of the young Emperor—the man responsible for their deaths.

How could your parents ever move on and be at peace knowing their son was in love with their murderer and slept beside him every night?

#bonnyskies #bts #bts au #bts x reader #bts x male reader #min yoongi #min yoongi au #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x male reader #yoongi #yoongi au #yoongi x reader #yoongi x male reader #kpop #kpop au #kpop x reader #kpop x male reader

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A Wolf In Toussaint Chapter Three

Summary: After being summoned by the Duchess, you and Geralt head to the Palace of Beauclair with some trouble on the road.

Word Count: 2120

Warnings: spoilers for the Blood and Wine DLC

A/N: I know this is so soon after the last chapter, but I was too excited not to post it. Taglist is open, requests are open.

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five

Taglist: @rmtndew @henrynerdfan @princesssterek @seanh-boredom @djinny-djin-djin @diegos-butt @cynic-spirit @daddys-littlewhitegirl

"Younin! Watch out!" Geralt growled a warning at you as you dodged a stream of caustic acid an Archespore shot at you. Where Igni hadn't scorched the ground, the large plant-like monsters' poison had. Geralt slashed at one of the large plants, trying to sever it's head.

You tried to stay to the edges of the battle zone, drawing on the smoldering embers for power as you kept fire shooting from one hand at the plants. You didn't have any silver weapons on you, which would have to be remedied as soon as possible. You knew Geralt was worried about you, and that was causing him to be distracted. It had only been a few days since you woke up, and this was the first time you had had to fight since the bandits on your way to Novigrad. You knew it was a risk to draw on the fire, as it was the hardest element to control, and the chaos was weakening you at an alarming rate. But right now, you didn't need to control where it went as long as you aimed wide of where Geralt was.

"It's multiplying!" You called out over the din of the fighting. Buds were springing from the ground. Though these weren't full blown monsters yet, the vibrations of the fire and the fighting were agitating them. One burst close to you, spitting acid in all directions. A droplet landed on your boot, sizzling as it ate through the leather. "Shit!"

Geralt was by your side in a flash, pulling your boot off before the acid could make it to your skin. His eyes met yours for the briefest of moments, concern and something else flashing in the golden depths. You nodded that you were alright, and he was gone again. He swung his heavy silver sword deftly into the monster, his energy seeming to have jolted back to full now that you had come close to being hurt.

Turning your attention to the buds, you carefully stepped further back, out of range of any shooting poison. With your boot off, the rocky ground bit into your sole, but you couldn't think about that now. As long as you avoided the acid pools, you could handle it. Eyeing up the buds that seemed ready to burst, you unleashed a stream of fire, using all your concentration to aim true. The blooming plants burst into fire, sizzling as they wilted to the ground, their poison remaining inside and lighting up with the petals.

Your head snapped around when you heard hissing and squealing. Geralt had slashed through the bud that served as the monster's head, ending the monster's life, and stopping it from creating more buds. He carefully wiped his blade off before returning it to it's sheath alongside his steel blade.

With laser-like focus, he stormed over to you, his hungry eyes raking over your body in such a way that your breath caught in your suddenly dry throat. The tip of your tongue darted out to wet your lips, his eyes tracking the motion like a starving animal. You heard a low rumble deep in his chest, and it set all your nerves on fire, ready for him.

When he reached you, he pulled you roughly into his arms, his mouth covering yours with such force your teeth clacked against his. A long low moan escaped you as you pressed against him, desperate to get closer. The adrenaline from the battle still coursed through both your veins, and it needed an outlet. His hands spanned your back, pressing you tightly against his armour, his fingers gripping the linen shirt you wore for the road. You clutched the grooves of his armour, standing on your toes to kiss him deeper, your tongue delving into his mouth to tangle with his own.

His hands travelled lower, gripping your arse before he lifted you off the ground. Instinctively you wrapped your leather bound legs around his waist, your arms going around his neck to steady yourself. With one arm banded under your legs, his free hand dove into your hair, pulling it free of the ponytail you had tossed it into. Your red hair caught in the breeze, fluttering around both your heads in a curtain of fire, blocking out the world.

You pulled away when breathing became a necessity, resting your forehead on his. His golden eyes searched yours, but you didn't know what he was looking for. You breathed deeply his scent, the adrenaline leaving your system, and your nerves calming. This man drove you wild and seemed to centre you. It was a complete whiplash effect, and had your head spinning, but you wouldn't give it up for anything.

"I suppose we should find the horses?" You whispered, not wanting to destroy the mood of your little world. Geralt chuckled softly, before kissing you all too briefly one last time. Slowly, he let you slide down his body until you were on solid ground again. As your foot hit the rocky ground, you remembered you only had one boot on. "I don't suppose you packed extra boots in my size?"

"Sorry, it was a vast oversight on my part." Geralt shook his head, going to retrieve your boot. He examined it quickly to make sure there was no acidic poison left on it, and to make sure the hole hadn't ruined the integrity of the boot. "You should be able to wear it until we get to the city. I promise to buy you a new pair."

"You don't have to do that. I can buy my own." You blushed as you sat on a nearby log to pull your boot back on. The hole wasn't any larger than the size of your pinky nail, and as long as it didn't rain, you would make it to the city. "Could we also stop by a blacksmith, and see about getting me a silver sword or at least a dagger?"

"Of course." Geralt nodded, offering you a hand to help you up once your boot was laced again. You took his rough hand, but didn't let go once you were vertical. He raised his eyebrows at you, but a small smile played at his lips, and his grip tightened around your fingers. "But first, horses."

It didn't take you long to find the horses. They had run off at the first sound of trouble, but these were Toussaint horses, and were used to being ridden into battle, so they hadn't gone far. They were munching grass as though bored, which you couldn't help but laugh at.

"Dandelion is bringing Roach and Marabelle when he comes down. He sent a letter while you were sleeping." Geralt explained once you were back on the road to the Palace of Beauclair.

"So the King let him go?" You were surprised that you hadn't been worried about it until now. Sure you had been busy being captured and then healing and regaining your strength, but your friend's well-being should have come to mind before now. You mentally kicked yourself for being so selfish. "Do we know yet what went wrong?"

"From what Yen could figure out from her sources, the King of Beggars is either working for someone who wants you and he was delivering you to him, or he was trying to get you away from the person who wants you." Geralt fought hard but ultimately failed to keep the edge off his tone. You weren't the only one jealous of an ex. "One day, you will have to tell me what he means to you."

"If that's what you really want." You had nothing to hide, and if Geralt needed to know for his own peace of mind, you wouldn't keep that from him.

"I'm not sure that it is." Geralt grumbled, adjusting the reins in his hands. "But it might be something that can give us a clue as to what just went down."

"Perhaps when we get back from the Palace, we will have time." You nodded. You knew how hard it was to ask about an ex, and if Geralt wasn't sure he was ready yet, you weren't going to push it. The King meant literally nothing to you other than as a friend, but you weren't sure Geralt would believe that without hearing the rest of it. "So is there anything I need to know about the Duchess?"

"Other than she likes things done her way and quickly, not really." Geralt shrugged. To him, the Duchess was no different than any other client, other than she had the army to back up her demands while farmers and villagers barely had the coin to get his services in the first place. "She can run a little hot and cold, but that depends on how grave the job is. If there is no job, she is actually quite pleasant to be around."

"Oh?" You raised your eyebrow at the Witcher, your voice dripping with unimpressed sarcasm. Knowing him and his past, there was only one conclusion that jumped out at you after what he said.

"Not like that, I swear." Geralt laughed deeply, warmly, in a way you rarely ever heard. Then his face grew serious. "Her sister, however..."

"You're joking! You have to be!" You blinked a few times, trying to wrap your head around the fact that he slept with the Duchess's sister. You were pretty sure she was dead, but didn't know if Geralt had a hand in that or not. "Are you joking?"

"I don't kiss and tell." Geralt winked at you but remained silent. Frowning you tried to think of a way to get him to talk, but knew that once he set his mind to it, there wasn't much you could do to change it.

"Fine. Keep your secrets." You mock pouted, turning back to the road ahead. The palace and the sprawling city across the river from it had come into view, and it took your breath away with its beauty.

"Like nothing up North, isn't it?" Geralt commented, watching you take in the fairytale-esque scene in front of you. The towering palace with its spires and arching bridges. Tall trees and rooftop gardens painted the scene with every shade of green. The lake shone like a fiery sapphire as the sunlight reflected on its smooth surface.

"Definitely not." You couldn't tear your eyes from it as you continued to ride towards it. You didn't remember making the decision to kick your horse into a gallop, but sound the wind was whipping through your loose hair, pulling it behind you as you raced toward the city. Geralt kept pace with you, smiling as the joy inside you bubbled into laughter at the freedom you felt in that moment.

At the city gates, you slowed your horses. Unlike in Novigrad, the guards at the gate were mostly there to keep the peace. No one was checking papers, or questioning anyone about whether they were magical or not. Everyone was free to roam in and out of the city as they wished. The atmosphere was completely different than what you were used to, and you felt almost giddy about it.

As you rode through town, your head was constantly swiveling to take in the sights and sounds of the lively city. Artists advertised their skills and their work outside brightly lit shops. Bakers were rushing to keep up with the demand for their pastries. Florists boasted about the colours of their most recent blooms, ready to steal the hearts of those who received them. Fresh fish was brought in from the river, the catch of the day being shouted to draw in more customers. There were few street walkers and even fewer homeless people. The cobble streets were wide and clean, nothing like what you were used to in Velen.

Geralt watched you with an amused look, indulging you when you wanted to stop to watch a street performer either sing or dance. He handed you coins to give to them when the performance was finished as you clapped loudly. Your heart sang out in happiness that he was showing you this part of his world and his life. You could see yourself easily settling in at Corvo Bianco, making wine, traveling to the city when you wanted to take in some art and culture. You found yourself wondering if Geralt would ever retire from the Path, and settle down here for good. But you shooed that dark cloud away before it could rain on the brightness of your day. You didn't know what the Duchess wanted, and that was as much darkness as you wanted right now.

#geralt x reader #geralt x ofc #geralt of rivia fanfic #geralt fanfic #witcher fanfic #witcher fanfiction #henry cavill fanfiction

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soc-characters-as-songs · 2 years

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The OCs as historical royals?

ivy: princess archidemia ("princess archidamia entered the senate "with a sword in her hand" and told them that they were all going to die unless sparta's women took to the battlefield. she also served as captain to the spartan women and put spartan children to work, because this was sparta, after all. thanks to princess archidamia's leadership the spartan women were able to hold off the invading armies long enough for chelidonis' boyfriend to show up and assault pyrrhus from the rear -- which was every bit as brutal in ancient greece as it sounds.")

meredith: princess zhao of pingyang ("technically, princess pingyang didn't start out as a princess. she was the married daughter of a governor living in china in the 600s during the sui dynasty. it just so happened, however, that the sui dynasty had about as much control over china as a sick dog has over its bowels, so her dad decided it was time to get his rebellion on. the bad news was that he was out in the boonies, and pingyang and her husband were a stone's throw from the palace. so, like any good father fixing to take on an empire, he warned his family before they became enemies of the state. the husband took off to join the rebel army and pingyang moseyed out of sui town like she had all the time in the world. except, not really. on the way, the future princess sold her family estate, using the money earned to raise an army to join the rebellion. tens of thousands of otherwise warring rebel forces joined her to support her father until she eventually commanded an army 70,000 strong, which pingyang personally led to numerous victories. also, once emperor yang found out that her strict no raping/pillaging policy was winning over his people, he sent an army of his own to engage the "army of the lady." pingyang didn't just defeat the sui army sent to kill her, she fucking routed them.")

diana: princess joan of kent ("princess joan of kent's marital history is notoriously tricky to unwind; she secretly married a knight at age 12, then was married by her family (against her will) to the earl of salisbury a year later. the husbands fought over that for decades until the pope himself declared the knight, thomas holland, her true spouse. when holland died, joan was a controversial widow with four children, but that didn't stop edward, the "black prince" of wales, from pursuing her. they married in 1361 with the blessings of the pope, who had to personally give permission for the wedding to take place because they were closely related. what's more, princess joan was the first woman in the royal family to be bestowed the title princess of wales — a title later shared by princess diana.")

alassie: princess mirabai ("mirabai was not only a princess in 16th-century India, but also a highlyfeminist poet, and later, a literal saint. mirabai refused to consummate her marriage to a prince because of her devotion to the god krishna, and after her husband's death, refused to take on the traditional role and garb of a widow and worshiped krishna openly. apparently — and quite a lot of mirabai's life has become legend, so take some bits of this with a grain of salt — her family was highly displeased by this and attempted to kill her on numerous occasions, but she became a wandering holy woman and a bhakti saint, and never returned to her aristocratic home.")

ramona: truganini ("truganini was a member of the tasmanian palawa people, and the the daughter of a tribal elder. when australia was being colonized in the 19th century, truganini formed an alliance with a settler, george augustus robinson, who had been tasked with convincing the palawa to move to a neighboring island to escape the violence of colonization, where they were later imprisoned. truganini is remembered for leading her people through this era with courage and strength.")

rhea: princesse clara de caraman-chimay ("if anybody on this list sounds like fun, it's the princesse de caraman-chimay. born clara ward in detroit to millionaire parents, she would become a princess through marriage to a belgian noble, prince joseph de caraman-chimay, when she was still a teenager. but the princess would rapidly attract scandal; king leopold II of belgium was allegedly so attracted to her that she had to leave his court to avoid gossip, and she later left her husband and kids to run away with a hungarian nightclub performer, rigo janczy, in 1894. gossips whispered that the wealthy heiress gave rigo pet elephants and tigers as gifts, and the two performed together in clubs for several years (and even got matching tattoos). they eventually separated, and the princesse would marry several more times before dying at the age of 43.")

cornelia: tamar of georgia ("tamar, georgia's only female monarch in history, is known as "king tamar" because the concept of the throne in georgian history was entirely male. tamar was the sole heir of george III, and came to the throne in 1178 as a co-regent at the age of 18, when she was still a princess. the move was unprecedented and made tamar a hugely powerful woman. when the king died six years later, she became his successor, and, depending on who you ask, either convinced doubting nobles of her excellence through diplomacy or just had them all killed. she was apparently a very successful ruler either way, expanding georgia's empire, but she clearly took no shit: in 1187 she decided she was fed up with her husband, divorced him, and exiled him to constantinople.")

kaden: princess chiomara ("here's the scene: the tribe led by chiomara's husband agrees to pay the gold the romans are demanding for chiomara's return. chiomara's captor brings her to the designated drop-off to get his ransom from her tribesmen. while counting the gold, the chief's wife gives a little nod, or, according to one historian, gives a little chit chat in her native language. whatever she did, it translated into "cut his fucking head off" to her rescuers. and they did it. she picks up the bloody head of her roman rapist and carries it in her dress all the way home. and upon seeing her husband, she throws the noggin at his feet like some kind of rapper dropping his mike, declaring, "only one man who has lain with me shall remain alive."")

andreia: rani lakshmi bai ("lakshmi bai was born in india in 1835, and her dad worked for a prime minister, so she was raised in a royal setting. but unlike most princess types, lakshmi bai wasn't content to just learn needlework and curtsy etiquette. instead, she spent her youth studying swordsmanship, archery and how to use guns, and also how to find the tightest yellow jumpsuits. clearly this is all going to come into play later. while emotionally recovering from the trauma of losing a husband while also still being a child herself, rani lakshmi bai said "fuck it" and became a freedom fighter. her first move was to recruit an army that allowed lady soldiers. next up, fighting the british! she took her role so seriously that she reportedly went into battle with her adopted son strapped to her back, presumably to drop him off at soccer practice after each fight. rani lakshmi bai, "the most dangerous of all the rebel leaders," was eventually killed during the battle of gwalior. according to a british report of the battle, she died "firing at the man" who had shot her in the back ... hopefully while raja jr. was at the babysitter's.")

suzy: empress matilda ("despite a huge amount of resistance to the idea of a woman sitting on the english throne, empress matilda was a famously feisty monarch willing to put england through nearly a decade of bloody civil war in her attempt to claim her right to the crown. daughter of henry I of england and married to future holy roman emperor henry V in 1114, by her early teens matilda was already one of the most powerful women in europe. after the death of her brother prince william, the line of succession passed to matilda, but henry wasn’t keen to pronounce his daughter as heir. henry remarried in the hopes of fathering a legitimate son, but the marriage ended childless. with no male heir in the running (none of his 25-or-so illegitimate children were eligible!) he was finally forced to pronounce matilda as next in line to the throne.")

samuel: not really a royal but simo häyhä ("simo "simuna" häyhä, nicknamed "white death" by the red army, was a finnish sniper. he is believed to have killed over 500 men during the 1939–40 winter war, the highest number of sniper kills in any major war. he used a finnish-produced M/28-30 rifle, a variant of the mosin–nagant rifle, and a suomi KP/-31 submachine gun. häyhä estimated in his diary that he killed more than 500 red army soldiers in the winter war. his unit's chaplain antti rantama credited him with 259 confirmed kills by sniper rifle and an equal number of kills by submachine gun during the winter war.")

bianca: the she wolf of france ("princess isabella was so damn deadly that she eventually earned the nickname "she-wolf of france" for all the new assholes she tore england. isabella began her life as a wealthy french princess, betrothed at the age of 12 to her very gay husband, edward. and for a while there, isabella played along as nicely as one could expect for the tween wife of a homosexual guy, even making an alliance with her husband's boyfriend. it wasn't until edward got a new boyfriend that the shit hit the fan. it started when edward, isabella and their entourages were mucking around after a failed battle in scotland, and edward decided to split. with his army. while the scottish army was heading in her direction. before you knew it, isabella was surrounded by hostile forces and it took a couple of her knights stealing boats to get her out of the jam. so, that was bad. isabella went to france to regroup. and by "regroup" we mean raise a navy and an army and nab her own boyfriend, because why should edward have all the fun? in 1326, isabella and her army sneaked over to england, where they were joined by multiple factions who were also pissed at edward and his boyfriend, hugh. edward and hugh saw the jig was up, so they fled. within weeks they were both arrested and brought back to isabella.")

archibald: attila the hun ("attila, frequently called attila the hun, was the ruler of the huns from 434 until his death in march 453. he was also the leader of a tribal empire consisting of huns, ostrogoths, and alans among others, in central and eastern europe. during his reign, he was one of the most feared enemies of the western and eastern roman empires. he crossed the danube twice and plundered the balkans, but was unable to take constantinople. his unsuccessful campaign in persia was followed in 441 by an invasion of the eastern roman (byzantine) empire, the success of which emboldened attila to invade the west. he also attempted to conquer roman gaul (modern france).")

raphael: miyamoto musashi ("miyamoto musashi, also known as shinmen takezō, miyamoto bennosuke or, by his buddhist name, niten dōraku, was a japanese swordsman, philosopher, strategist, writer and rōnin. musashi, as he was often simply known, became renowned through stories of his unique double-bladed swordsmanship and undefeated record in his 61 duels. he is considered the kensei, sword-saint of japan. he was the founder of the niten-ichi-ryū-school or nito-ichi-ryū style of swordsmanship, and in his final years authored the book of five rings and dokkōdō (the path of aloneness).")

#not songs #the selected #host characters

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teamsarawatshusband · 3 years

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Word Of Honor - 1st watch insta thoughts - Episode 2

Here’s Episode 1

Okay, before I get started with the episode, thank you so much for your likes and kind words and explanations. Thanks @averageace for letting me know that ghosts aren't necessarily dead. And thanks @ pretty-much-obsessed for letting me know it's not xianxia but wuxia. K, no cultivators. Got it!

Oh, just for future reference: I love when you guys help me out in the comments with understanding stuff like this! As long as you don’t spoil the story, I'm super grateful for all the genre info and cultural insights <3

Anyway, here we go!

Episode 2:

Oooooh, it was smirky guy who stopped the whip. And everybody is watching. How embarrassing.

I kinda like purple girl. She's so feisty and sassy.

Ok, the kid wants to make friends with alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy. He's in town to buy pastries for his mom, that's so cute. I need a shorter name for alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy. Anyway, the kid gives him a bookmark like a key to where he lives. Alright.

So smirky guy really did recognize the fighting. Oh, Four Seasons Manor is a sect! Ok, ok. And that's their fighting style. Was smirky guy once a part of them? Still so mysterious.

The kids are singing about the 5 lakes. That seems to be important somehow.

K, alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy wants to hitch a boat ride. And the old man looks like the old guy who got the 7 nails last time, but he's probably not, i'm just bad with faces again.

Yooo, does alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy have so much silver? Yeah, I wouldn't trust him either, old man. Oh, smirky guy intervenes. And now the old boatman wants to do the ride.

Whoaaa, nice scenery with the water and the blossoms and the music. I wanna go there.

So, now he's at mirror lake manor. Was that the kid's place? I forgot.

Wow, that boatman is really something, shouting out his insults as alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy is simply standing on the dock. Can't he be a bit nicer? LOOOOOL, yeah, so now he really dashed without paying, that's what you get for being rude.

But shame on tragic hero lord guy.You should always pay your debts. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Whoaaaaa, the blossom trees. I'm in love. Tragic hero lord guy flies over them in slo-mo.

And when it's not snowing, it's raining petals. Why is there a boat on dry land? Is that gonna be important?

Ooooh, fan fight! Must be smirky guy. Yusss! And now they're dancing.

Oh, and now smirky guy is being poetic. Dude, you sound like you’re crushing on him hard, man. Alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy isn't having any of it, lol.

There's two guys talking about war in the next scene. One of them is the dad and the other a son. Is that our kid from before? He seems older. I hate being bad with faces. Oh, he's not the kid. He's his older brother. And apparently there's one more brother even. I'm gonna get them all confused so much. Ugh

Tragic hero lord guy gets to stay in a woodshed. And likes it. I mean... whatever makes him happy, I guess.

Ooooh, back at the palace, I remember the helmets of the soldiers. And there's the guy who took tragic hero lord guy's job and... the other, like... boss guy. Maybe a king or an emperor. New at the job guy talks about... stuff. He's killed people. And seems proud of it. And now he's talking about a children's song. Oh wait, is that the song that alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy noticed earlier on? Oh, the song is connected to the glazed armor. Got it.

Ooooh, they sent a spy after tragic hero lord guy. So that's why he went into hiding.

Back in the woodshed, either the alcohol was bad, or tragic hero lord guy is having issues with the nails thing. His veins are moving and it looks disgusting tbh. And he's kinda... fuming. Literally. Looks like he's got a bad smell. And now he's... trying to meditate the smell away?

Oh, there's a fire outside.

Why?

Oh no, it's the red guys with the masks again. They're killing people.

Ooooh, tragic hero lord guy jumps into the fight, alright. OMG, I LOVE THAT TREE IN THE BACKGROUND!!! It's so pretty.

I want it.

Somebody is trying to sneak a kid out. Possibly our kid. Not sure. And the red guys are following them. Hmm.

Oh, a bird. Tragic hero lord guy calls it a sparrow and a spy from the window of heaven, which... okay, but it's definitely NOT a sparrow. Maybe it's just a not so good translation.

Aww man, and now my tree's on fire! :(((( Why can I never have nice things? :(

Now it's raining yellow paper thingies. They kinda look like those smiley potato chips thingies that you can get in the freezer section at the supermarket.

Oh, they're weapons from the red guys. And the guy who's trying to sneak the kid out... is that the boatman?

Oooh, tragic hero lord guy jumps in. If that WAS the boatman, then he's getting paid alright. Heh.

Ok, wth? Swords are not supposed to be that bendy. That does not look like a good sword. How are you gonna stab anybody with a wobbly, shaky weapon like that?

And smirky guy is sitting on the window sill watching the situation unfold like a supermodel waiting to be called onto the runway. Instead of... like... HELPING?! Wth?

And he's an alcoholic too? Hmm

K, that was a short stay, they're back on the boat

Eww, the red guys cut of somebody's arm. Wait, is that the dad from before? And the others are... the kid's brothers? Maybe? Oh, whoever they are, they're supposed to have the glazed armor, and the red masked guys want it. And they're gonna kill them all? That's brutal, man.

But if they ARE the kid’s brothers and they’re about to die, then at least I won’t get them confused, so there’s a plus side.

Anway, alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy, the boatman and the kid are in some dusty place. And the boatman is savage as fuck. He wants his money, lol. I like him.

Oh no, so much information. I'm so bad at this. So the kid is supposed to hide at 5 lakes, but doesn't want to. And somebody saved somebody, I have no idea. I wanna know if alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy is gonna go meditate again, because it looks like he wants to.

And now the potato smileys are flying in again. Great. I'm never gonna unsee the potato thing now.

Anyway, alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy who seriously NEEDS A NAME(!!!) is getting smelly again. And the kid wants to defend them all and instantly drops the sword. That does not look good.

So many red masked guys.

LOL, alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy needs 15 minutes. To smell better, maybe.

Wow, the old boatman is a good fighter, but he stands no chance. Are he and the kid really the ones supposed to fight, while tragic hero guy is being smelly and smirky guy is still chilling who knows where?

See the stinky fumes?

Whoa the kid is willing to sacrifice himself for alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy. Who is just as surprised as me. And if it weren't for somebody intervening, they'd both be dead. Who is it?

Yooooooooo, purple girl coming in to the rescue. Of course. Need a job well done, leave it to the woman.

Wow, she's so badass. And the kid and the boatman are helping too. Alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy went back to meditating.

:O There were two nuts!!! I saw them!!! Is nuts guy one of the red masked guys?

Oh, NOW alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy is starting to fight. Probably smelled the nuts and got into it.

LOL, wth? Now that he's done fighting, he faints? And THAT's when smirky guy shows up? To catch him? And alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy wakes up again instantly to fight.

Lololol, wth? Smirky guy is like "Heh, you cute, let me wrap your sword around us." ;)

Maybe the wobbly bendy sword is a flirting technique and actually does serve a purpose.

He has really long fingers too.

Just saying.

Aww, would have been a cute moment if the boatman weren't deadly hit. And now he's smelly too. Wait, do smelly fumes mean doomed to die?

Ohh, he's gonna make him adopt the kid, isn't he?

Alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy drops a name, and says he's Zhou Xu. Is that his real name? Feels like smirky guy would probably recognize him if he gave his real name. But also maybe not. I know nothing. And smirky guy is mysterious as fuck. But I’ll take the name,because it’s shorter than the one I gave him.

Boatman is still a bit rude, threatening to curse Zhou Xu’s ancestors if he doesn't take care of the kid. Aren't they cursed already? Anyway, boatman can't know that.

Ok, old boatman has died and the kid is adopted. Cool, cool.

Oh, some fighter guys in nicely pleated skirts... who are they? Are they the guards of the manor? Are they there to help the kid? Whoever they are, they came too late and they set off fireworks.

Ok, smirky guy introduces himself. Wen Ke Xing. Oh boy, I hope I can remember that name.

Why is the kid dizzy? Did he get hurt?

Now they're discussing about the bread and nobody's willing to eat first while the kid is empty handed and very clearly hungry as hell. I feel so bad for him.

Why does smirky guy come across so snobby? I wanna like him.

Wow, they finally give the kid some food and now HE's refusing to eat it as well.

Purple girl is the only person actually getting fed tonight.

I mean, she deserves it. She fought the hardest.

Oooooh, smirky Wen Ke Xing guy is onto Zhou Xu lord guy. First stares him up and down while he's resting (lusting much?) and then flat out asks if he's in disguise.

Oh and the kid IS hurt. And smirky Ke Xing is the only one to realize too. He's redeeming himself. A little.

Zhou Xu lord guy doesn't want him to touch the kid though. Why?

Oooh, they're dancing again.

LOL, purple girl gets it. I saw that smile. I bet she's a shipper. What is the ship name? KeXu? ZhouXing? I literally had to scroll up and reread the names. We should just call them smirklord.

Okay, end of episode.

What did I learn? Names were dropped. Zhou Xu lord guy has adopted the kid. Smirky guy is called Wen Ke Xing. He comes across a bit shady and pretentious and also flirty. Very flirty. But Purple girl is cool, and she trusts him so he must be kinda cool too. Still don't know who they really are and what they want. Like any of them. So far, I like the kid and purple girl best. I hope they all travel together to bring the kid to... wherever he's supposed to go.

Goals for future episodes: Find out who nut guy is. Learn the freaking names reliably. Find out people's connections to each other.

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raeynbowboi · 4 years

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Dating Disney: The Hunchback of Notre Dame

It’s been a while since I’ve done a dating Disney, so this is a return to form. Except this one is going to be super easy because the date is spelled out very clearly in the book. The story begins on January 6, 1482. This is even mentioned directly in the lyrics of “Topsy Turvy” which states “ Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy | On the 6th of January | All because it's Topsy Turvy Day.” So our story is set at Notre Dame in Paris, France on the 6th of January, 1482. The film opens on January 6th, and there are about 2-3 nighttime scenes when Quasi and Esmeralda discuss their palms, Quasi and Phoebus go looking for Esmeralda, and the Battle of Notre Dame, though it’s uncertain if the Battle takes place at night or if the smoke of Paris burning makes it seem like night time. So the film ends on either January 8th or January 9th, 1482. Now, it’s time to compare to actual history.

The Cathedral of Notre-Dame

Notre-Dame de Paris is a catholic cathedral whose construction began in 1163. The structure was largely completed in 1260, but the model we know today was finished in 1345. Each of the rose windows were installed between 1225-1260. Still, the structure as shown in the film would be consistent with our 1482 setting.

Le Palais de Justice

The Palace of the City was constructed in 1240 and saw reconstruction from 1857-1868.

The Romani People

From what I’ve found thus far, it seems the Romani people migrated from North-Central India and first appeared in France around 1419, so thus far, still accurate. Due to the cultural drift of over four centuries, it’s unclear if the Romani of the time knew their Indian roots or deliberately hid it, but most Romani that entered Europe referred to themselves as having Egyptian origins. It seems the majority of Romani people who entered France earned the moniker of “Bohémien” due to arriving in France with letters of protection provided by Sigismund of Luxemburg, The Holy Roman Emperor, and King of Bohemia. The slur of G*psy is inaccurate and anachronistic, as it is the English name for the Romani derived from their believed Egyptian heritage. However, the Romani did not arrive in England until 1514. So they should be using the term Bohémien or Égyptien[ne]. instead. Because of their nomadic nature, the Romani needed a lifestyle that could travel with them. Romani women often read fortunes and sold herbal medicines, which that Catholic Church lumped in as witchcraft, causing the Romani people to become distrusted by Christians as devil-worshiping exotic foreigners come to leech off of “good God-fearing society” and tempt the white man with their devilish tricks and sorcery. This likely has a major impact on why most pop culture depictions of the g*psy stereotype almost exclusively are women, as the men did not partake in these practices, and thus do not have the same mystic witch parallels that the women have. Still the idea that the Romani are lying thieves who beg for money and swindle people affects all Romani, even to this day. Please note, this information is based on what I could find in my research, and is not infallible, all encompassing, and there may be further details regarding the history of the Romani people in Paris that I simply did not have access to.

The Gargoyles

The Gargoyles don’t exist. That’s literally the only way you can watch this movie is if you pretend they’re all figments of Quasi’s imagination. They bog down the film, put the tone in a choke hold, and chew the scenery. They’re also single-handedly responsible for most, if not all of the anachronisms in this film. Just pretend they aren’t real, and maybe you’ll be able to preserve your sanity. Pulling pianos and poker chips out of fat air. But the playing cards aren’t totally inaccurate. The patterns we recognize today as the standard 52 card deck emerged in Rouen, France in the 15th century. So the cards might be a newer invention, but they likely would have existed in 1482.

Phoebus only needs to brandish a sword for the guards to instantly recognize him as their captain. While I don’t remember the exact year this became a standard, it was relatively common practice in Medieval Europe for only soldiers, guards, and nobility to carry arms, while peasants were strictly prohibited.

After escaping the guards, we see Djali smoking a pipe. However, this is inaccurate, as Tobacco was a discovery of the New World, and Columbus sailed the Ocean Blue in 1492, a decade after this movie. Granted, he never landed in America, but that’s besides the point. Tobacco would not yet be available in Europe. I suppose it’s possible the pipe could be used to smoke something else, but going by Occam’s razor, I’ll have to chalk this up as an anachronism.

Captain Phoebus is called from “The Wars” to be Frollo’s peacekeeper in the City of Paris. These wars are never given a name, so I took a look at a list of wars involving France and see what Phoebus may be referring to. What he may be referring to is the Bergundian Wars of 1474-1477. But as you may notice, that conflict would not be congruent with the year. The Mad War also involved France, but that war began in 1485, three years after the film. France was involved at the Battle of Guinegate in 1479. But again, none of these wars would be on-going during the film. So, maybe they’re referring to one of the many crusades? Unfortunately, the only Crusades happening in 1482 is the Reconquista, which was a period lasting 781 years from 711 - 1492 during which time, Christians fought the Islamic powers in the Iberian Peninsula to reclaim the peninsula for Christianity. Not exactly “wars” so much as a period in Medieval history. Beyond that, France was not directly involved in this conflict, though I suppose a pious enough Christian could have joined the fight to reclaim the peninsula. However, this is the only conflict. The Hundred Years War between England and France ended in 1453 leaving no other outstanding conflicts for Phoebus to be referring to.

Setting: Paris, France Kingdom: Kingdom of France Period: Late Medieval Period Starting Date: January 6, 1482 Ending Date: January 8 or 9, 1482 Language: Middle French

#dating disney #The Hunchback of Notre Dame #hunchback of notre dame #notre-dame de paris #notredame de paris #notre dame de paris #quasimodo #esmeralda #phoebus #claude frollo #frollo #djali #romani #paris #france #paris france #1482

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potatoesandsunshine · 3 years

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who wants to hear about my new paladin.... the answer is all of u... i must talk about Her

ok ok ok so her name is beatrice (her friends call her bee :) she has two friends now!!). the general conceit of this character was low fantasy/shakespearian villain but actually she’s a Good Person about it. we’re talking illegitimate royalty because i am always here for dumb fantasy politics. she spent her childhood being raised by a series of tutors (ostensibly under the care of the kind of grand royal advisor guy, but he was more like a relative you see twice a year kind of figure) in a manor as far from the palace as possible while still being within the country.

when she was fifteen the royal advisor had her brought to court to train as a knight (an honorable thing, a way she could be useful to the royal family) but actually he had her brought there to pull a coup in a few years and install her as a puppet ruler... a mistake on his part tbh... so she did that for a couple years under a false name even though Everybody Knew who she was. anyway she got incredibly strong and also got hating the king brain because he literally never spoke to or acknowledged her and also she got that bc i think all monarchy is bad :)

anyway so she’s like nineteen and almost officially a knight when she’s given a shift guarding the royal children (who are like... six and four at this point they are babies) and an assassin!!! broke in!!! and at that key moment when she could’ve become complicit in murder (or arguably an active participant) she looked at these kids and was like “what the fuck these are children” and fought off the assassin :) but she was also like “hey. this is so extremely suspicious. why am i even here. why did this happen now. what the fuck.” and started piecing together that the only person who ever brought her a birthday present was also the person that hired assassins to murder children (: so that’s rough! so she decides, hey, i’m just gonna Leave court i guess. surely nothing will go wrong now that i’ve removed myself from the equation! and they never talked about it with each other... surely that will never come back to bite her

anyway so now she’s a 25 year old oath of vengeance paladin without a god but with a righteous fury against the unfairness of the world and she hit a spider with her sword and it exploded :) and i love her :) she has 18 strength she’s so powerful

#anna plays dnd #sword with a broken crown #that's her lil self-made crest i love her and also i will use that tag for stuff that makes me think of her #kinda weird to make a paladin without engaging in the religious aspect but she has devotion in her it's just devotion to other people #'we're getting out of here together. which one of you wants this handaxe?' i love her!

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fan-fantasies · 5 years

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Find a Way

A/N: I know I said I was going to start writing more for The Last Kingdom a while ago and kinda fell short on that but I’m back with a few new ideas! I’ve literally rewatched the entire 3 seasons about five times now and it hasn’t gotten old. Not gonna lie, this fic was inspired by Shrek in a way lol. I should have an Uhtred fic up in the hopefully near future. I hope you enjoy! -Heather

Pairing: Finan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing and violence/abuse

Summary: You are the daughter of a lord who was promised to marry another ealdorman. You are captured by Haesten and his men during a raid and your soon-to-be husband asks Alfred to help fetch you so Alfred sends his most fearsome warriors.

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King Alfred had summoned Uhtred and his men to the palace. Normally it was just Uhtred that was called before the king but Alfred wanted them all to understand the severity of their quest.

“Lord king, why is it our duty to save this woman whom we have never met for a man that we have also never met?” Finan asked.

“This man whom you have never met has the potential to become a king and therefore this woman is his future queen,” Alfred answered.

“Then why does he not save her himself?” Uhtred questioned.

“He has sought our help because he has heard of your reputation and wishes for the very best to rescue her. It will strengthen the bonds between our lands as allies and there will be a handsome reward for your efforts. Now ready your horses and gather as many men as you need. You will leave immediately.” Alfred stood and exited the hall, leaving behind the warriors.

“How many men should I call upon, lord?” Sihtric asked Uhtred.

“Just Osferth. It will just be the four of us.”

“Lord? Are you certain that is a wise decision? This woman is in the middle of a camp of Haesten’s men and they will not hesitate to try and spill our guts,” Finan said.

“This mission requires brains, Finan, not brawn. Gather your things and meet me at the stables with the boy.” Finan exchanged a concerned look with Sihtric. Finan did not fear a battle, but to face a Dane army with only four men over one woman did not seem to make sense to him. He was ready to die for a cause that he could support, but this was not one.

The four men rode for days to reach Haesten’s fortress as Beamfleot. Uhtred’s plan was to march to the front gate and ask to be allowed to enter. Alfred had given them some leeway to negotiate a price, both from Alfred and her betrothed. But if the warriors knew anything, it was that Haesten had a tendency to prefer women over wealth. He thought with his cock and that would be their downfall, Finan was sure of it.

“Uhtred, what do I owe the dishonor?” Haesten called down from the top of the fortress.

“You have someone here that I would like to discuss, Haesten. Let us enter, we are hungry and thirsty,” Uhtred said.

“And my arse is sore!” Finan added.

Haesten chuckled and nodded for the guard to open the gate. Uhtred and his men left their horses in the stable to be fed and watered while they went to the hall. Upon entering, they spotted a woman hanging from a cage above the hall. Finan’s heart leaped in his chest when he caught a glimpse of your face. It was slightly scratched up and you looked to be crying, but there was an underlying beauty that he could not ignore.

“So what is it that you wish to discuss with me Uhtred?” The burly Dane asked. Ale was poured and food was served, easing some of the tension in the room.

“I have word that you have something that does not belong to you and I am here to negotiate a price to return her,” Uhtred explained.

“Ah, you are talking about the beauty that I found. She is mine, there is nothing to discuss or negotiate.” Haesten motioned for one of his men to fetch her from her cage. It was lowered to the ground and she was pulled out. She whimpered at the man’s grip on her arm. Finan growled under his breath as she was thrown into Haesten’s arms. She struggled against him but he held her firm in his grip.

“She belongs to another and we have authority to offer you silver for her safe return,” Uhtred told him.

“I belong to no one!” You tried to pull away from Haesten but he was much stronger. Finan saw the bruises on your arms and collarbone figuring that you fought against your captors often.

“You will be quiet!” Haesten threw you to the floor, your head bouncing off of the wood. You tried to crawl away but he grabbed your leg and pulled you backward. His grip loosened when he felt the tip of a sword at the back of his neck. He stood up slowly and turned around to face the blade. Behind it stood Finan who had a rage in his eyes that they had not seen before. Normally, he was calm and collected at all times even while staring down the enemy lines in battle. Seeing Haesten treat you like that set something off in him that he had not known was there.

“Shall we make the square, Irishman?” Haesten asked.

“How about I just kill you right now?”

“Finan, no. We are here to negotiate, not to fight,” Sihtric jumped up and put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. While the men were scuffling, you had tried to crawl away unnoticed. Unfortunately, Dagfinn turned just as you were about to stand and run to the door. He yelled for Haesten and all the men turned their attention towards you. Osferth and Sihtric jumped in front of you to shield you from the Danes while Uhtred stood by Finan’s side.

“She is mine and will not be bargained for. If you want her then you will fight for her, either in the square or here in the hall my men against yours,” Haesten snarled.

“And you are sure that there is not a price in which we can offer for her?” Uhtred asked once more.

“She rides too well,” Haesten chuckled. You cowered behind Osferth in shame at his statement. Finan saw red and lunged forward but Uhtred held his man back, surprised at his tenacious attitude.

“Make the square; I will fight,” Finan said. Uhtred pulled him aside with a bewildered look on his face.

“Just a few days ago you thought that this was a pointless quest and now you want to fight Haesten to the death? What changed?”

“No one deserves to be treated as she has been. Haesten is a weasel and should die,” Finan snapped. He looked over his lord’s shoulder and saw that you were gripping onto Osferth’s robes while the Danes stared you down. He needed to save you from these heathens.

“I agree, Finan, but I do not want you risking your life when there may be other ways,” Uhtred told him.

“Well, are we making the square or not?” Haesten yelled. Finan gave Uhtred one more look before walking past him.

“We are.”

The men gathered outside and formed the square. Uhtred pleaded with Finan once again and offered to take his place, but Finan was uncompromising.

Haesten stood across from him, ax and shield in hand, while Finan wielded his sword. You stood off to the side in chains held by Dagfinn. You watched as this man whom you had never met put his life on the line for you. You figured there must have been a hefty reward for your return and that is why he was risking everything. Just another meathead looking for a fight and some silver.

Haesten made the first swing, Finan easily dodging it. The men went back and worth before Haesten eventually knocked the shield out of Finan’s grip. He smiled as he took a swing at the warrior’s head. Finan ducked and kicked out at Haesten, tripping him. Haesten landed on his back but used his shield to block Finan’s sword. He managed to get back on his feet and knocked Finan back a few steps. The men squared off once more, stuff staring each other down. Haesten let his eyes find you in the crowd and he smirked.

“Do not worry, lady, I will win and you will have the pleasure of being bedded by me tonight. You belong to me,” he laughed. Finan saw you from the corner of his eye. You stood proudly despite being in chains but he could see the fear on your face. He swung at Haesten again and again until he was pushed to the very edge of the square. He put his shield up but it was pushed to the side by the Irishman’s blade. The tip of his sword found Haesten’s throat and the Dane put his hand’s up in surrender.

“She belongs to no one.” Finan thrust his sword through Haesten’s neck while his men in the crowd gasped. The Dane fell to the ground, blood pouring from his throat. He let out one final breath before he was dispensed to Valhalla. Finan pulled the sword from his neck and went over to Dagfinn. The man put your chain in his hand and stepped back.

Finan freed you and put a gentle hand on your back to guide you. Your eyes did not leave the slain Dane that was still laying on the ground. Sihtric and Osferth readied the horses to ride. Uhtred watched as Finan offered you food and ale, only to be declined. You should have been elated that you were free from the Danes, and you were, but you knew that the fate that awaited you was not one that you wanted either. Perhaps you could escape in the night, although you were much safer with these warriors.

“We will have you home in a few days, lady,” Osferth reassured you. You gave him a forced smile and mounted the horse that was previously Haesten’s. He wouldn’t be needing it anymore.

You rode from the fortress until the sun began to set. You stopped to make camp for the night not far from a lake. You let the men assemble the tents and fire before preparing the food.

“I wish to bathe. I shall return,” you told them. You started in the direction of the lake but stopped when you heard footsteps following you. “Are you going to watch me?”

“I only wish to protect ya, lady. I will not look, I promise.” Finan gave you a bashful smile.

“If you do then I shall thrust a sword through your heart,” you said. He let out a loud laugh and nodded.

“It’s a deal.” He walked beside you until you reached the lake. He stood at the bank while you stripped and waded into the water. You reveled in the feeling of the freshwater caressing you. You felt free and clean, if only for the night.

Once you were done you returned to the shore and put on the new dress that the men had brought for you. You left the old one, ragged and torn, in the mud. You and Finan walked back to the camp in silence until he finally spoke up.

“I hope you do not fear us, lady. We mean you no harm. You may speak freely with us,” he said.

“I do not fear you. I simply do not wish to speak with the men that only see me as a means to wealth and reputation. But you do have my thanks, lord. Truly I am grateful that you fought to free me. I am guessing that my husband-to-be offered a handsome prize for my safe return? Surely not because he cares but because I am worth land and more silver than he is offering.” Finan was taken back by your honesty. He knew that women did not like being offered up as brides by their fathers to secure riches but they did not often speak out against it.

“There is reward in your safety, my lady, but that is not the reason that I fought Haesten. You are a woman, not an object and he was mistreating you. You did not deserve that. You deserve none of what you’re going through,” he said honestly. You stopped in your tracks and looked him over suspiciously. He seemed to be telling the truth.

“Well again, you have my thanks. If only my betrothed had an ounce of your courage he might have rescued me himself, but then again we would not have met if that were the case and that would be a great shame.” You grabbed his hand and have it a squeeze, letting him know your words were genuine. You expected him to let your hand go but he held it as you walked. His grip was loose enough that you could free your hand if you wished but you found comfort in his gentle touch.

Once you had returned to camp you sat between the Irishman and the baby monk. He reminded you of your baby brother so much. You listened to the men talk, absurd things leaving their mouth every other sentence. You let yourself enjoy the company and even laughed along with them. Finan kept his gaze on you all night, the fire making you glow with beauty. When it was finally time to sleep, you chose to lay in his tent with him. He made you feel safe and like an actual human being.

The journey home was a long one and each day you grew sadder. The men noticed the change in your demeanor and became concerned. The more time that you spent with them, the more you did not want to leave them behind. The life you were set to live was not one you wanted and that weighed heavily on you. Osferth remained by your side while the others went out to hunt for something more than bread and apples. It was your final night on the road as your new home was not far away.

“I fear that I cannot let her go, lord,” Finan admitted. Sihtric and Uhtred exchanged a look of sadness and understanding.

“She is betrothed to a future king already. I would not waste my time worrying over her,” Uhtred responded. He could see the way his friend looked at you and the way you looked at him. He did not want to see Finan get hurt because he knew that that is exactly where this was heading.

“He does not deserve her. He could not be bothered to save her himself. He does not value her,” he sighed.

“And what chance do you think you have at a life together? Are you going to ask her to run away with you? Plead with the future king to have her instead?” Sihtric asked.

“I will find away,” Finan growled.

The men returned to camp with a couple hares as their prize. You prepared a stew for them to be added into while they skinned and cleaned them. You heard someone approaching from behind and turned to see Finan.

“Good evening to you,” he nodded.

“Good evening, Finan. Care to help me cook?” You asked sweetly.

“I wouldn’t want to poison us all,” he laughed. You gave him a smile before returning to your work. “I want you to stay with me.”

“Finan, what-”

“Lady, I have come to care for ya and I fear that I cannot lose ya,” he told you. “I want to show you how you should be treated, cared for, and cherished. You are strong and beautiful and I’m a better man for knowing ya.”

Your heart felt like it was going to burst from your chest upon hearing his words. You had come to care for the Irishman over the last few days and would have loved to stay with him. You did not want to be sold off as a wife to a man you had never met but you did not know how to escape the obligation.

“Finan, I would love nothing more than to stay with you, but-”

“But nothing, (Y/N). I will find a way to make it happen. I swear.” He grabbed your hand gently and stepped closer. You felt hopeless but something in his eyes told you that he wasn’t going to give up on you. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before letting you return to supper.

Once you reached Winchester the warriors brought you before Alfred. Your fiance was sitting at his side, looking you over from head to toe. The hungry look in his eyes made you uncomfortable. Finan noticed this as well and stepped in front of you.

“Lord king, we have recovered the lady as asked and even killed the Dane Haesten,” Uhtred spoke.

“Uhtred, you have my thanks entirely for returning me my bride to be and in one piece it seems. You shall have the reward that you were promised,” your fiance spoke. His voice was nasally and arrogant. Finan stepped up before the men and your stomach felt ill.

“Lord, with all due respect, we do not want your reward. I know that this marriage between the two of ya has been arranged to be beneficial to your lands but there must be some other way. I am here to ask ya for her hand instead. I would like for her to be my reward, not that she is an object to be won of course. I was the one that killed Haesten, therefore, removing the threat against your lands. You called upon Alfred for help because it would again strengthen your rule and assure an alliance between the kingdom. Would a marriage between yourself and a woman of Wessex not be more suitable for that purpose?” Alfred looked utterly mortified at Finan’s words. He had not expected that one of his warriors would want to keep you for himself. He did not want the lord sitting at his side to become enraged and start a feud between the lands.

“That is an interesting take on the matter, Irishman. Finding a woman from Wessex would take time and bargaining, however, and I already have a woman in front of me that has a price settled for. Why should I waste my time finding someone else just because you want to bed my woman?” the lord asked.

“I do not just want to bed her. I would wish to take her as my wife. I know that I am nothing and could not offer her the title of queen, but I feel as though I have earned the right to at least discuss this with you.”

“Alfred, what do you think?” The man asked.

“I think that a marriage between our two lands would be most beneficial. I do have someone in mind who would be a suitable match for you. It is entirely your decision, however, and should you want to marry this woman here then that is your right,” Alfred answered. It was not that this lord did not want to marry and bed you, because he did, but he saw a marriage with Wessex to be more beneficial for him.

“You may take the woman, Irishman. I should like to discuss the alliance with Wessex further,” he told Finan. He could not keep the smile from his face as he turned to you. You were speechless, never expecting the chance to be with him. You all turned to leave but Alfred cleared his throat causing you to turn around.

“If you step out of line like this again, Finan, I will have your head,” he warned. Finan sucked in a sharp breath and nodded.

“My apologies, lord king.” Alfred waved you all off and you took that as your chance to leave. Your steps were quick as you did not want to give them the chance to change their mind. Once outside of the palace gates you leaped into Finan’s arms. He held you tightly against him while Uhtred patted his back.

“I guess you’re going to have to get used to us, lady,” Osferth laughed. You ruffled his hair and laughed.

“I told you I’d find a way,” Finan mumbled into your hair as he pulled you back into his arms. The rest of the men joined the hug. You finally felt safe and cared for. You had found a home.

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Tsukista - Tsukino Empire Summary

It is a long one so I will keep the rest under the read more.

They are trying to stop the world from ending but the End was triggered by Nakajo Amon, one of the stage original cast. By labeling Hajime and Shun, and the groups they lead, Six Gravity And Procella he has done something that should not have been done. It became a battle against time to make sure the world doesn’t end and that they are not killed by the army they served.

As they went to try to save the world, the UMA started a mass attack and everyone went their separate ways. The Juniors protecting the ground, the Middes(except for You) fighting against the UMA. Hajime and Shun went to the center of the world while Kai, Haru and You went to stop Nakajo Amon.

Hajime managed to reach Shun and stop the ending of the world. While the others left parts of their hearts at the center of the world to meet Hajime and Shun.

That is the gist of it.

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Going into deeper details, there was no royal family actually existed during the story and it was all false memories created by the real Shun. He governs over the ‘End’ and also the real Emperor of the Tsukino Empire world.

The Shun that has a contract with Byakko was actually a manifestation of the feelings Shun who did not want the world to end.

And Hajime himself was not even of that world. He is a manifestation of the heart of Hajime from another world, that is why during the stage he often talks as if he was not part of the group.

This relates to the opening as to why Hajime was shown in the military uniform at first as Shun just wanted to die to make sure the world survives. But in the ending, Hajime was wearing the Imperial clothes which meant that he decided to stay and become the ‘Beginning’ of the world itself.

The ending itself can be taken in different ways. Some people might think that everyone else besides Hajime and Shun died but, it can be said that they all survived too as it is an open ending. The others who accompanied Hajime and Shun is actually a manifestation of their feelings.

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To make things easier I decided to translate the profiles for the seniors from the Tsukino Empire Pamphlet too.

Hajime

- A young man who was able to bond with the Leader of Rank 1, ‘Genbu’ who had nobody was able to bond with. He was able all of existing records and create new ones, but there was no records before he was found to be compatible, not one to talk about where he, himself comes from, one shrouded in mystery.

- With him being compatible with ‘Genbu’ the Four Gods have become complete and the waves of the battle has changed. Maybe the time for humanity to fight back has come...

Haru

- He was found to be compatible at the age of twelve, and ever since he became a candidate, he continues to be at the top of the ranks, an excellent young man. Though, one day ever since the arrival of Mutsuki Hajime, he had to relinquish the top of ranks and had a very stormy relationship with him for a period of time.

- But, since a certain day the relationship turned for the better, and he the took the role of the easily misunderstood Hajime’s support. Ever since then they both have become close enough to always be treated as a set, yet on that day, nobody knew what had happened.

- He also started wearing an eyepatch since that day.

Shun

- Tsukino Empire’s Second Prince who showed compatibility to Rank 1 Byakko ever since his birth. The Royal Family itself is shrouded in secret, and in addition to that he is compatible with the legendary Rank 1, in many meanings a very unusual and unconventional person. Due to his status even those high up in the military ranks do not dare push him more than he is willing.

- Despite that, he is not one who flaunt his status, someone who is kind, innocent and tolerant. He often says “I love everything.”

- Military rankings, to him it is nothing but formality. Literally the only one who can order him is “Only Hajime?”, today he too laughs mysteriously.

Kai

- The Second Fleet’s reliable older brother. Always and imposing figure, unmoved bu modt things. Ayoung man with a rough character who has the strength to laugh things off.

- He has been friends with Shun since they were in the Military Academy. Shun and Albion took interest at the pair at first sight(one sidedly), ever since then he and his Beast Leon, has been treated as a set with Shun and Albion.

- Hailing from a military family of the second military district who never had someone that was compatible with the rings, his father is the commander of the Twelfth Fleet. He hopes to be a mediator between the First Military District and the Second Military district that often clashes with each other.

This is relevant because it relates to their relationship.

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Relationships

Hajime and Haru

It is an awkward relationship with a lot of miscommunication. I do feel that it relates to the fact that Hajime is from another world and where his original self was aware of the situation and knows that he is the ‘Beginning’. This is a personal speculation but it is a world where he is close to Haru.

Haru, himself had an inferiority complex against Hajime. Haru was the top of the batch until suddenly Hajime took his position.

Haru went to introduce himself to Hajime, but Hajime already knew him. Haru told Hajime that he did not like the fact that Hajime easily overtook him and said that its a coincidence that he did better. Haru went and said “I don’t like having someone’s back in front of me,”. After this confrontation, Hajime went to call him Haru, not Yayoi.

They ended up fighting as Haru wanted to prove that he was better than Hajime. He lost miserably. He then took Kuro’s ring and forced a bond with Kuro. He failed and got injured. Hajime, being the ‘Beginning’ pleaded to have Haru saved. Kuro bonded with Haru to make sure he lived and stopped the destruction of Haru’s body. His new eyes are from Hajime that is why he could see the same things Hajime sees.

Haru then became loyal to Hajime ever since the incident. He did say partly due to the fact he became a part of Kuro but he does hold Hajime dear.

Returning to the present, Haru was worried over Hajime who had overworked himself. He had even locked Hajime up and forced him to rest with guards watching over him. Haru wanted to watch Hajime rest himself.

Hajime commented. “What is that? Torture?”

Haru just retorted, “That’s why I sent the guards.”

This shows how much Haru actually cares for Hajime but Hajime was misinterpreting it.

Haru himself proved his royalty when Hajime ordered Gravity to step down but Haru went against his orders saying “If you point your sword at Hajime, you are my enemy.”

During the battle, Haru collapsed and there was a flashback to when they fought and Haru nearly died. Hajime said that it was a dream but he was really a part of Hajime’s heart so would leave a part of his heart to Haru.

Haru then woke up helped by Kai and You and he ended up disabling Nakajo Amon without any mercy. Kai only went, “Uwa, Haru is scary.” During this incident. But a class 4 UMA arrived and both Kai and Haru then summoned Leon and Aosa respectively to battle against it.

At the end when Haru and Kai, then other members of Gravity and Procella came to leave a part of their heart to Hajime and Shun. Haru went to hug Hajime finally saying,

“There is no way I can hate you, idiot Hajime. And look, you belong right here so stop talking as if you don’t belong.”

Hajime petted him and they finally solved their strained relationship.

Kai and Shun

Their relationship is the same as the original Tsukiuta. But here Kai is more of his knight and Kai does take the role seriously. Kai also seems to be able to read Shun’s mood, when he got angry at someone for doubting Hajime, Kai was quick to diffuse the situation.

He accompanied Shun everywhere, even when he did his royal duties. Shun was able to get away without any escorts or guards by saying Kai was his knight. Kai, himself is not what he seems either. He has Leon, a class two ring which is very strong and was in easily in the top ten best fighter.

They met during training, Shun happened to found Kai who was taking care of Leon. Kai himself was confused when he was suddenly made Shun’s knight but he took it with a stride, in his own way.

“So what is a knight then?!” -Kai

“Someone who will stay with me and someone I can play with during my free time.” -Shun

“Normally that’s someone who will play with me not someone I can play with! The sound your words doesn’t make it seem good!” - Kai

“Its fine~ Its fine~ Don’t sweat the details.” -Shun

“I can’t help but care for the details!” -Kai

The conversation happened when they first met. Ever since then Kai continues to accompany him. The previous scene was shown in a flashback and it was Shun reminiscing on the past. As was getting ready for the ceremony. Kai made him rest a little more as Shun was made to work nonstop for ten days and he did kneel down and do the pose of a knight.

“I’m your knight, so I’ll accompany my Master.”

When Shun told him to rest as he should have been tired accompanying him.

When they were labeled as traitors, Shun ordered Procella to back down but Kai shoved Shun behind him making gestures of apologizing.

“Sorry but I’m his knight, so its my job to protect him.”

And at the end when a part of Kai’s heart met Hajime and Shun at the center of the world. Kai apologized for leaving Shun all alone in such a large palace, as he must have been lonely. Shun denied that he was the same Shun that he swore loyalty to.

Kai replied. “That Shun is you. So I’m your knight.”

Shun was tearing up as Kai bowed down and gave his hand which Shun took. Kai stood up only to flick Shun’s forehead.

Hajime and Shun

Their relationship is not that different with Shun being Hajime’s fanboy but there is more depth to that. Hajime himself actually understands how the universe is and has the powers of the ‘Beginning’. There is more depth to their relationship as they know they are two halves of a whole.

At the prelude it was shown that Shun was the one that called Hajime to the world and that is why, Shun himself who refuses to listen to any of the higher ups actually listens to Hajime.

Shun was always waiting for Hajime, calling for him as he wanted himself to end. He had loved the universe he himself had to end.

Hajime from another world, heard his voice and sent a part of his heart as he cannot leave his own world and leave it unbalanced. This is also why he always talks as if he is an outsider.

The part of Hajime’s heart manifested into human form. That is why when he was labeled a traitor his data was that of the UMA. The Beasts is a part of the owners’ heart so by proxy Hajime is the same as the Beasts and so the same as an UMA. In summary Hajime = Beasts = UMA.

During the story when they were rushing to the center of the world, Shun hesitated seeing the attack and the danger everyone was in but Hajime said

“We can’t stop now or everything will end! Believe in them! They are not ones to die just like that. Let’s believe in them.”

Shun himself was unable to go back to the center of the world has he was the manifestation of the real Shun’s feeling of not wanting the world to end.

Hajime went alone and there was a conversation between the two.

“I have always known Hajime before Hajime knew of me.”

“Why are you saying this out of the blue?”

“Its always the ‘Ending’ that admires the beginning, always chasing after them. The ‘Beginning’ always appears before the ‘End’ so the ‘End’ can only admire and never reach out as if the ‘End’ reaches out everything will end.”

“What are you saying? If you want to reach out just reach out.”

Shun laughs. “That’s right, Hajime always takes my hand as if it was meant to be. And you always heard my voice, running after me crossing over world when I call. Thank you.”

Hajime finally met the real Shun after their conversation. And Shun was telling Hajime to kill him but Hajime replied.

“I won’t kill you, you never wished for the world to end. Why do you call it “them”? It is because they are not a part of you not me.” -Hajime

“What are you saying?...” -Shun

“Naa, Shun, I’ve said this much but you don’t realize... The ones who you truly want to reach here is...” -Hajime

Hajime was touching Shun’s cheek as he said this. Then there was foot steps, first Kai and Haru appeared. Then everyone else.

Senior Group

Their relationship is quite tight knit and they seem to group together quite often. With the Juniors and Middles they do act like their leaders but when its only the four of them they have been seen to show quite a childish side. Their closeness seems to be after they were assigned their own fleets.

Hajime and Haru was seen almost arguing quite often and Kai is usually the one that interferes. While when Shun starts going on fanboy mode, Haru and Kai is quick to save Hajime.

When Hajime and Haru was talking about the non-existent emperor, Kai and Shun joined. Hajime and Shun both said at the same time that there was no Emperor.

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the alert that they were all traitors with Hajime’s data published showing that he was similar to the UMA, reasons explained above.

“So there is data different than that of a normal human. I’m surprised.” -Hajime

“You should react more! And you are not even surprised!!!.” -Kai

“Hajime never goes for the usual check ups so you are surprised when you found out.” -Shun

“You should go properly!!” -Kai

“I told him that but he always makes excuses to avoid it.” -Haru

“I don’t like when someone is prodding me.” -Hajime

“What kind of excuse is that?! So do you prefer to be the one prodding or something?!” -Kai

“You keep saying cat-like things. If you keep doing that I will call you Hajinyan from now on.”

“Who is Hajinyan?!” - Hajime

Shun fanboys.

“Okay! But the important thing is not Hajime’s data or Hajinyan but the current problem. Yosh! I finally got to the serious topic.” -Kai

It then skips to all the Seniors waiting for the others to arrive.

Hajime had a complicated expression and Kai easily noticed, Shun explained that Hajime was just worried of what everybody thinks, showing how much they actually understand each other.

Kai also took the explanation of Hajime’s situation quite casually as it became a topic of conversation, saying that everyone else is not like Kai. But Kai himself replied that he had processed everything his own way too.

Kai and Haru’s loyalty was shown as they protected Hajime and Shun, and tried to stop Nakajo from continuing the attack. They were also the first to rush into battle when a class 4 UMA arrived. The Middles and Juniors are in no position to fight them as their Beasts are not as strong.

At the end the first to arrive to the center of the world was Kai and Haru. This shows how close they are too, being able to entrust their hearts to someone else.

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Note:

UMA is classified from Class 1-5.

1 is the weakest and 5 is the strongest.

The Rings and their Beast is classified from Rank 1-3

Rank 3 being the most common and weakest and Rank 1 being the strongest.

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Personal Theories

I personally suspect that the Hajime that sent a part of his heart to the Tsukino Empire world is the Tenkou from Kurenai Enishi. But there is no relation to the stage itself.

First, Origin, Shun was just born so Hajime is probably busy. And unable to help.

And the other Hajime is usually clueless about being the ‘Beginning’. And honestly, Empire Hajime was just too soft for me not to think it reminds me of Tenkou Hajime who spoils Shun all too easily.

Which then relates to being close to Haru, close enough to call on first name basis. But its a personal theory.

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sennaleee · 5 years

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Honestly personally Akira omo And Yusuke omo are both equally important so having focus on both is great. What if Akira was the one who got desperate for once during Mementos and Yusuke’s the only one who’s been through this enough at that point to figure out what’s wrong?

So, this is my second attempt at writing this. Initially, Iwas going to have the entire group on this Mementos trip (including Akechi!),but I am absolutely not used to writing that many characters together, andthings very quickly got away from me to the point that I’d just throw in a lineevery once in awhile about Akira’s suffering and then go right back to dialoguebetween other characters. So here’s attempt two, this time with significantlyless people involved.

This was after Yusuke joined the Thieves but before Makotojoined. Please forgive me any minor errors in regards to Mementos, since it’sbeen a good year since I’ve played this game and it would take me forever tolook up tiny details when we all know we’re just here for the omo anyway, soyeah.

(Also I may have made Morgana a bit moreannoying/antagonistic than he truly is in the game, but I needed someone toplay that role since I no longer had Akechi to do it, and Morgana was the onlyone out of the original Thieves who I could picture not immediately doingeverything they could to help a suffering Akira. (Also, tbh, Morgana is myleast favorite thief (sorry not sorry) so he gets to be mean in this one.)

Somehow, when Akira had woken up that morning, he hadn’tpictured the current situation to be what he would face later that day. He’dexpected this to be a normal day: Wake up, go to school, work a few hours atthe flower shop, come home and work a few more hours at Leblanc, make a fewlockpicks, then go to bed only to wake up and do it all again the next day. Animpromptu visit to Mementos wasn’t abnormal per se, but being dragged off byAnn and Ryuji the moment school ended to meet up with Yusuke wasn’t.

Yusuke himself was a new variable, the group still not quitesure what to make of him. He had proven himself loyal – not to mention atalented fighter – when they had stolen Madarame’s treasure, but beyond that,they hadn’t had much demonstration of his abilities. Ann and Morgana stillseemed a little wary of him thanks to the whole “nude portrait” debacle, evenafter he had proven that he wasn’t so much a creep as extremely awkward.

His current predicament wasn’t Yusuke’s fault, though. Neitherwas it Ryuji’s, Ann’s, or Morgana’s. No, Akira was well aware that no one buthimself was to blame for the distracting pressure in his lower abdomen. He wasat fault that every bump Morgana drove over, every shadow he hit, every abruptstop he made was making the ache of his bladder sharper and stronger.

Honestly, Akira was a bit surprised this was the first timehe’d found himself desperate in Mementos, or even a Palace. His revulsion whenit came to public bathrooms had been something he’d been dealing with since hewas a kid, and desperate situations really did come with the territory. Hesupposed now, with so much on the line, he was able to push aside his disgustat a public bathroom for the sake of knowing distractions could be the literaldifference between life and death in that other world.

All those other times though, there had been more of a plan. Akira had been able to carefully monitor his drink intake as comparedto what bathrooms were reasonably clean and which ones were to be avoided atall costs. Today though… Today, Ryuji and Ann had all but jumped him when hewas packing up his books, and once they were at the train station, Yusuke hadseemed so eager to get started that Akira hadn’t spared a second thought forhis bladder.

Ryuji and Ann were chatting quietly in the backseat of theMorgana Bus as Yusuke sat in the passenger seat. Akira was putting on a farceof driving the bus while Morgana really did most of the work.

“How far does Mementos go?” Yusuke asked suddenly, staring outthe window rather than looking at Akira.

“Don’t know,” Akira said, happy for the distraction from hiscurrent plight. “It blocks us from going deeper at certain points.”

“Mementos itself blocks you?”

“We think so. It doesn’t seem like there’s any one personcontrolling it.”

“Mementos truly is alive…”

The conversation was abruptly cut off by Morgana slammingheadfirst into a shadow, the smoky black figure exploding immediately into agroup of four Pixies.

“Let’s go!” Ryuji called, leaping from the bus. Yusuke andAnn followed close behind, but Akira had to take a moment while their backswere turned to take a deep breath, pressing a hand lightly to his stomach tofeel the bulge of his bladder, thankfully well hidden by his clothing.

“Joker? What’s the hold up?” Morgana’s voice seemed to comefrom all around him.

“Everything’s fine, Mona. I’m just a little tired.”

“I keep telling you about the importance of a good night’ssleep, but do you ever listen?”

Grumbling, Akira chose to ignore Morgana for the moment andinstead stumble out of the bus and toward the rest of the Thieves.

“What’s the plan?” Ann asked him once he had joined thegroup surrounding the Pixies.

“They’re weak to… umm…” Akira wracked his brain. He hadthis persona. Pixie had been one of the first he’d been able to control, butevery throb of his bladder scrambled his thoughts further until nothing was inhis mind other than pain discomfort need to pee now.

“Ice,” Yusuke piped up. “My attacks did quite well againstthe Pixies we fought up a few floors. May I?”

“Yeah, knock yourself out,” Akira breathed, trying to keephimself from bouncing on his heels in too suspicious of a manner.

Just like that, a few well-aimed Bufu attacks eliminatedthree of the Pixies. Unfortunately, the fourth one was a bit more crafty thanher friends, and dodged Yusuke’s final attack. She took the group’s moment ofsurprise to her advantage, sending a bolt of lightning right for Akira.

The attack itself really shouldn’t have taken Akira down,what with Hua-Po the last persona he had used. The shock of the attack thoughzinged right through him and straight to his bladder, shaking the organ, liquidsloshing like the ocean in a storm. Akira fell to his knees, gripping the hilt of his swordlike his life depended on it as the tip of the blade pressed into the ground acted asthe only thing keeping him upright.

“Joker!” Ann was already running toward him while the twoboys were giving each other panicked looks.

“I’m fine! The shadow…”

A single shot from Ryuji’s gun was enough to take out thefinal Pixie, and the ringing in Akira’s ears from the gunshot hadn’t even fadedby the time he was surrounded by the rest of the group.

“What happened?!”

“Where are you hurt?”

“Those Pixies weren’t that strong. How did she knock you down…?”

“Fox! Show some compassion!”

“No, he’s right. She took me by surprise, and I should’vebeen ready,” Akira said, using the strength of his sword to push himself backto his shaking legs.

“Maybe we should head home for the day,” Ann suggested.

“We can’t give up now! We have to be getting close to thenext barrier!” Morgana chipped in, having changed back to his cat form.

“How would you feel if our leader got knocked out becauseyou were too stubborn to turn back, huh?” Ryuji growled.

“You’re underestimating Joker! He’s more than strong enoughto keep going, unlike you, Skull. Weakling.”

“You’re one to talk, you dumb cat!”

“Would you two be quiet?!” Ann shouted. Her voice echoedthrough the twisted hallways in the silence that followed, and she let thisghost of her words die out before continuing. “Now. How about instead of this bickering, we let Joker tell us whether or not he’d like to continue.”

Akira looked over the group of his friends as all of themlooked expectantly back. He took a moment to desperately hope that his cloakwas enough to cover the trembling of his legs, the bulge of his abdomen overhis waistband, the tenseness of his thighs as he pressed them together fromgroin to knees.

“A-Are we really close to the next stopping point?” he askedMorgana.

“We must be with how many floors we’ve traveled today!”

“Okay. Let’s go a few more floors.”

“Can we compromise? Maybe if we haven’t reached the stoppingpoint after three more floors, we can go home for the day. It is getting quitelate, after all,” Yusuke said.

“Why stop then when we’re so close?” Morgana insisted.

“I think Fox is right.”

“Me too.”

“Popular vote agrees with me,” Yusuke said.

“This isn’t a democracy! Joker, it’s up to you again,”Morgana said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It’s a good compromise.”

“Fine!” Morgana threw his paws in the air before morphingback into his bus form. “Get in, then.”

Giving each other annoyed looks, Ann and Ryuji startedclimbing onto the bus. Yusuke, however, hung back.

Akira was shaking, fists clenched at his sides to keep themfrom grabbing at himself. His bladder was still throbbing, and he doubted itwould stop anytime soon, but he had an end in sight. Three more floors, thenthey could leave. Of course, that would mean they’d have to go back up thosethree floors, plus the four they had already traversed, and who knew how longthat would take with all the shadows they might encounter on the way? Shakinghis head, Akira pushed those thoughts away. Stay positive. I’ll get reliefsoon. It’ll be fine.

Akira took a careful step forward and Yusuke, who had beenstanding silently at his side, matched his stride.

“Akira,” he said carefully.

“Joker,” Akira reminded him.

“My apologies. I’m still new to this,” Yusuke said. Hesquinted at Akira a moment before taking a breath to continue. “Do you need thetoilet?”

Akira’s face all but burst into flames with the suddennessof the blood rushing to it.

“What gave you that idea?!”

“You’ve been shaking for awhile now, and you’ve never struckme as someone with weak muscles. Your steps are short because you’re keeping yourthighs together, and your entire body is tense. Like I said before as well,that Pixie’s attack should not have knocked you down, and it’s very rare – atleast from what I have observed thus far – for you to forget a weakness of ashadow you’ve seen before.”

“You’re craz—”

“In conclusion, you have to urinate. Quite badly, it seems.I don’t know why you sided with Mona in his wants to continue further, when therest of us understand that sometimes, we need to stop exploring early if it’sin the best interests of a friend.”

“Don’t be so clinical,” Akira mumbled, burying his stillburning face in his hands.

“I’m sorry. Would you like me to try again with more slangterms?”

Akira looked up, incredulous, only to see the smallest ofsmirks on Yusuke’s face, and had that been a joke?

“Look. You might be right, but it’s really not that bad,”Akira insisted, even as his bladder cramped in protest, forcing him to bendforward a bit and shift subtly back and forth.

“It looks that bad.”

“Well, it’s not. Just get on the bus.”

Yusuke followed his order with no further comments. Akirawalked around to the driver’s side, holding his breath and squeezinghis eyes shut as he separated his legs to step up into the bus.

That moment, however short it was, was just long enough ofhis thighs being apart to allow a few small drops of pee to escape his bladderand wet his underwear.

“Oh no,” he breathed. Morgana would never forgive him ifhe wet himself inside of him. And really, Akira wouldn’t blame him for thegrudge. “Mona, I—”

“Okay, let’s get moving! To the next floor!” Morganainterrupted, revving whatever served as the bus’s engine and accelerating. Cursingthe uneven ground of the endless hallways, Akira bit his lip. This wasn’tenough to keep sharp gasps from leaving him on each and every bump Morganadrove over, however, and no matter how tightly he crossed his legs, it wasn’tenough to keep from leaking with every bump either.

He could feel his bladder bouncing with the movements ofthe bus. He could feel all that liquid splashing up, then back down, pushingitself further out of him with every fall.

“Joker, you are very pale,” Yusuke remarked.

Ann and Ryuji immediately poked their faces up from thebackseat.

“Whoa, he’s right, man. Mona, if you don’t want somethingnasty inside this bus, you should probably stop.”

“What?! Get out if you’re going to be sick!” Morgana yelled.

“He can’t get out if you’re still movin’, you dumb cat!”

The Morgana bus screeched to a stop, throwing all four ofthe Thieves forward. No sooner had Morgana thrown all the doors open himselfwas Akira out of the bus and crouching on the floor of Mementos, hands buriedin his crotch as he tightened his tired muscles as much as he could, begginghis bladder to hold on, even as a steady stream of urine poured out of him.

“Oh my god!” Ann cried. “Something’s really wrong, isn’t it?What’s wrong?”

“It’s okay. I can help him,” Yusuke said.

“You? You barely know him!” Ann said.

“Panther, it’s okay. You and Skull stay in the bus.”

“What can I do?” Yusuke asked, crouching down to matchAkira’s current height.

“Okay, you were right, it’s really bad, I’m not sure I canhold it,” Akira hissed, refusing to look Yusuke in the face.

“Why don’t you go here?”

“With all of you watching? No.”

“Can you hold it long enough for us to get back to theentrance?”

“I don’t know,” Akira whispered, finally looking up atYusuke with wide eyes. “I really don’t know. I feel like I’m about to explode,oh god,” Akira whined as another spurt of liquid pushed out of him.

Yusuke’s full mouth was pressed into a straight line, hisbrow furrowed. “You’re going to have to try.”

“I know. I know I do. Oh, it hurts.”

“Come.” Yusuke started to stand, grabbing Akira’s arm as hewent and pulling him up as well. “Lean against me. You sit in the passengerseat so the steering wheel isn’t restricting your movement.”

Akira let himself be steered back to the bus and helped intohis seat. He could feel Ann’s and Ryuji’s eyes on him, but herefused to turn around. He knew they would understand, but he couldn’t helpfeeling that as their leader, he should never have allowed something like thisto happen. He should’ve been more diligent regarding his own schedule, moreaware of his needs before leaping into the shadow world.

“Unless you want a mess, I suggest we head home now, Mona,” Yusukesaid.

“Fine! But I hope you all realize we’re going to have tomake up all this lost time later!”

“Yeah, yeah, just drive, you mouthy cat,” Ryuji said.

It seemed even Morgana had finally caught on to theseriousness of the situation, since he didn’t bother responding to Ryuji’sinsult, instead accelerating and speeding along toward the upper floor.

“Avoid shadows if you can, please,” Ann said.

Morgana made a noise of agreement.

Akira sighed, leaning forward and pressing his foreheadagainst the dashboard. He allowed his body to act as a shield toward Ryuji andAnn, shoving his hands into his crotch for some much-needed pressure, and ohthat felt so much better, enough so that Akira couldn’t hold back a small moan.

“Joker, ya know that if you’re not feelin’ good, you canjust tell us and we don’t have to come to Mementos, right?”

“I felt … fine earlier,” Akira assured him.

“I apologize if I’m overstepping my place, but I think itmight be better for Joker if he doesn’t speak.”

“Yeah, sure, Fox. I get the hint,” Ryuji muttered.

“Be nice!” Ann hissed before the Thieves fell into silence.

As much as Akira appreciated Yusuke trying to look out forhim, he immediately missed the distraction of the others’ voices. Now he wasforced to put every ounce of brainpower into making sure his bladder didn’texplode.

It was barely a minute later when the bus stopped again.

“W-Why…” Akira said, clenching his teeth and tightening thehold he had on his groin to hold back the impending flood.

“Uhh…If he feels sick, should he get out of the bus and walkup the stairs?” Ann asked.

“I can’t…” Akira choked out quietly enough that he was sureYusuke was the only one able to hear him.

“Take the stairs slowly, Mona,” Yusuke ordered.

“You better be sure about this,” Morgana grumbled beforedoing what he was told, taking the stairs at a crawl.

It didn’t matter how slowly he took them – each step stillfelt like leaping over a mountain to Akira, and his bladder protested the wholeway. The drips of urine that were steadily leaving him grew into a strongerstream with every step. The swollen organ was so full, and Akira wasn’t sureif he’d be able to hold much longer. Not even that, but he wasn’t sure hewanted to try. He just wanted relief, from the pain, the pressure, theembarrassment, everything.

He ground his hips down against the chair, then up againsthis wrist, but nothing was giving him any sense of relief anymore. He doubted hisbladder could hold another drop of liquid if it tried, and the slow stream ofurine leaving him - even now that they were on level ground again - was proof of that.

All too soon, they had reached the next staircase, and panicovertook him. He wasn’t going to make it. Just the mere sight of the stairscaused his bladder to spontaneously squeeze, knowing the stress it was about togo through.

Blindly reaching to his side, Akira waved his hand until hewas met with the fabric of Yusuke’s shirt.

“Yusuke…help…me,” he whimpered.

“Stop, Mona!” Yusuke commanded. The abrupt stop was nearlyAkira’s undoing, but he managed to stumble from the vehicle without a moment tospare, waddling away from his friends even as his bladder was on the verge ofreleasing.

“Joker?” Ann called from behind him. Akira waved a frantichand toward them without turning around.

“Go, please. Wait at the top of the stairs, and we will meetyou in a few minutes,” Yusuke said calmly, and the volume of his voice toldAkira that he had followed Akira from the bus, and that was not what Akirahad been expecting.

“Yusuke, you too,” Akira pleaded once he’d heard the bumpingof the Morgana bus retreating up the stairs.

“I’m not leaving. What if a shadow comes?” Yusuke said, thetone of his voice somehow surprised and exasperated all at once.

“I don’t…You shouldn’t…”

“I won’t watch, but I’m not leaving you here.”

Fine. Fine. Yusuke was so damn stubborn, but Akira wouldfind time to be frustrated later, once his bladder was no longer filling hisentire abdomen. He pushed his pants and underwear out of the way and finallygave his bladder permission to let go.

The feeling of relief was bliss, pure and simple. If asked,Akira wouldn’t have been able to tell you how he managed to keep his footingwith how violently his legs were shaking at the intensity of the feeling, butsomehow he did. He tilted his head back, eyes closed, mouth gaping in a deepmoan.

He would find time later to be embarrassed at Yusukewitnessing this. Sure, his friend had promised to look away, but there sure wasplenty for him to hear, Akira realized with a wince. His moaning was onething, but the sheer volume of liquid within him was exiting in a thickstream and there was just so much. It felt as he’d been peeing for at leasta full minute before the stream began thinning, then dripping, then stoppingaltogether.

Eyes still closed, Akira yanked his pants back into placeand took a step backwards, grimacing at the squish of his shoes. He stoodstill for a moment, knees still knocking together as his legs trembled, pantinghard as he tried to catch his breath. The sharp pain of his full bladder was nomore, but it had promptly been replaced with a heavy ache brought on by anorgan that had been stretched past its capacity for far too long.

A gentle hand rested on his shoulder, and he let out a drysob.

“I won’t tell the others,” Yusuke assured him.

“I won’t be mad if you do tell. I don’t want you to lie formy sake.”

“It’s no trouble, such a small lie. Hopefully no one willask any questions that will force my hand.” With no warning, Yusuke reached outand gripped Akira’s chin, tilting his head from side to side. “You look betteralready. You must feel a lot better as well.”

“You have no idea…” Akira mumbled.

“I’m sure I have some idea.”

“What?”

“Let’s go, before the others begin to worry.”

“Probably too late for that. But hey, don’t avoid thequestion!” Akira took a step to follow Yusuke, but tripped over his own feet.Before his hands could break his fall, there were slender, yet strong, armssupporting him.

“I’ll help you.” Yusuke slung Akira’s right arm over hisshoulders and gripped the wrist, putting his own arm around Akira’s waist.

“You’re tired. You should save your energy in case we meetshadows we can’t avoid.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Akira grumped, understanding that hewasn’t going to get an explanation to that off-the-cuff comment of Yusuke’stoday.

They began their trek up the stairs, Yusuke half draggingAkira’s progressively limpening body.

“Here they are!”

“Oh good, we were just about to go looking for ya!”

“He’s fine. He feels much better, but if we could still makea hasty retreat and avoid as many shadows we can, I think it will benefit allof us,” Yusuke said.

“Sure thing! Everyone, get in!” Morgana called.

As soon as the bus was loaded up, Akira in the passengerseat again, Morgana set off. Akira rested his temple against the window,watching the hallways rush by as they drove until his eyes drifted shut.

#omorashi #omocute #fandomo #fictomo #p5 omo #akira omo #omo fic #sorry this wasn't exactly what you asked for?#but i found out in my first attempt at this that i am SO BAD at writing multiple characters at once #it's a problem #also i'm not sure personally if I'm happy with this one #for some reason i was having a real difficult time getting yusuke's dialogue in-character #let me know what you guys think #and thank you for the request anon <3 #i know you sent this ages ago #but i hope me filling it now will help me get back into the P5 spirit lol

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codeprint · 5 years

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@rexcrystallis okay this has been in my drafts for literal months apparently

i dont remember writing it but pain is inside

Prince Prompto sui Besithia Izunia should not have sat on the throne.

He was not the direct heir, people argued. That title belonged to his older brother, Loqi Tummelt - but that marriage had been annulled when it saw it’s end. The boy, his claim, all had been discarded to the winds in favor of his safety.

Prompto was a bastard. Born of a torrid affair between his noble father and a lowly scientist. Born sick, and small and neatly ignored the second Verstael deemed the boy unfit. Were it not for the Chancellor, well -- the child may well have died down there in a forgotten crib.

But when Iedolas passed he left no heirs. Verstael had abdicated his claim years ago and had no intention of reclaiming it - he had only one son with a standing claim.

There was no civil war, though those who opposed the changes made to the Empire threatened to make one. They would get the distant relations in other countries to stake their claims, they would take the Tummelt boy and rail against his disinheritance, they would rend Niflheim in twain in order to have their way.

But then Chancellor Izunia had presented his choice for the future. A bright eyed boy of four, who clung to his pantleg and shivered in the chill of the Throne Room. The Chancellor spoke of the boy as if he were his own, introducing him with a soft smile. And the people feared him, the stories that were told behind closed doors of a man who commanded monsters, so they did not argue.

The people easily grew to love him. He was a sweet boy, a kind boy. The world needed more of those.

The warmongers grew to hate him. He was a sweet boy, a kind boy. The world had no more need of bleeding hearts.

They hated him when he was old enough to interview and be asked his opinion. They hated him when he shifted focus from warfare to welfare, focusing on the citizens the Empire had rather than the ones it did not. Prompto’s poor health meant he never enlisted in the service, as his father and uncle had before him. Instead of a sword he was given history books, science as a shield. They hated him because he was not a warrior, he was a scholar, and he ran his country with this in mind.

They loved him no better when a true peace treaty with Lucis was brokered at age sixteen. Ardyn had stepped aside and allowed his son to take the charge, for he had no love for the country and would rather see it blighted from the map. The young prince had locked eyes with the Prince of Lucis and scrapped and fought with him for a fair agreement, one that would not leave either side feeling like they’d won or lost too much. When the tabloids caught the two of them spending time outside the meetings, talking, laughing, bonding.

An attack comes a few days before he’s to leave for the first time. Prompto flattens to the ground with practiced ease, sweating bullets and shaking. Aranea’s already charging off, and he shudders.

( they miss the slow burn of a romance forming. their connection had been instantaneous and passionate, but their will to act on it had taken far longer. )

Nor when he began spending summers abroad with Lucis’ Prince. When the papers ran rumors that the young men were too close, and perhaps they should fear a wedded alliance. When Lucis’ king took a bride, they held their breaths and waited for their leader to make the mistake as being lesser. To marry him, to become subservient to the Lucians he seemed to love so well -- yet they never married.

( not in the public eye, at last. the emperor wears a ring on a chain under his clothes. a symbolic wedding, not a legally binding one. they love each other too well to allow that love to destroy all they’ve worked for )

Still, he turned down potential brides that came courting. Rumors flew that he was in love with his Shield, a woman ten years his senior and twice as unruly, but that proved a moot point when she married another, producing her heir well before his. They assumed then that perhaps this would be like it was with Iedolas, that their Emperor would take no bride and have no sons. Up until he turned up with a son he named his heir, a boy with dark blue eyes and unruly blonde hair. A boy every bit the bastard his father was.

They tired of it. They no longer waited silently.

They sewed sedition in the minds of the weak. Spoke of greater times to the disenfranchised soldiers and the young, who knew not how bad things once were and could instead take their word that the problems with the nation were problems that their leader caused, not remnants of things he had fixed. They watched, and they waited.

And they waited.

Ardyn died. Prompto took the title formally took the title.

The young Prince became unruly. Difficult to manage at times. The people within the palace knew it came from dealing with a father who was sick and another who lived half a world away, but the citizens only saw a sullen child acting out.

Then the people drew comparisons between him and the children of the Lucian King, comparing his baby pictures with that of the press photos of Prince Orion and Anne Marie. They do not know the truth - that the boy is yet another product of his grandfather’s science, that he is how the Emperor cured the plague - but they know enough of it to make their decision.

Emperor Prompto sui Besithia Izunia should not have sat on the throne, and in their eyes he will die for sullying it. And Prince Aurum Liber Besithia Izunia will die before he has the chance to ruin their legacy further.

Prince Aurum returns from his school in Lucis in the summer months. Prompto laughs as his son grumbles about how he doesn’t need to go back, fourteen and thinking himself a man. That he knows enough not to go back. That he doesn’t need his father doting over him - either of them - but there’s a gentleness to him now that wasn’t there when he’d last set off. He doesn’t throw his bag into Prompto’s arms, he carries it himself. Only when he’s unpacked does he seek out his father for a hug, holding him tight. Prompto grins and ruffles his fingers through his hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his forehead. Laughing when the boy scrunches up his face and tries to pull back.

“Oh no you don’t,” he teases, locking his arms around his son with a laugh. “You owe me six months worth of hugs, buddy! And I intend to cash in!”

He tolerates it with only mild protesting.

No doubt this was a product of the latest hospitalization.

A grim realization that his father, young though he may be, was a very sick man.That he wouldn’t be around forever - and there was a very real chance that it could happen at any time. This time, he’d fallen and simply could not get back up. Aranea had found him on the floor of his study, confused and half-waking, unable to so much as lift himself onto his elbows. Noctis had abandoned whatever he was set to do to come to his side, afraid this may be the last time - but he’d pulled through, brushing it aside as though it were nothing, continuing to march stubbornly ahead.

Yet Aurum knew. His eyes are on the stylish cane that his father now carries as he pulls back, reaching out to hold his hand.

He calls Noct a few hours later. Lets him know Aurum got home safe and all is well. There’s an unspoken apology that Noctis couldn’t go with him -- an emergency had cropped up in the outskirts of Leides, something about the old mines and some old bases being filled with daemons.

It’s no matter. They plan to reconvene later in the month. This is old hat, they’ve long since grown used to having their plans ruined by some emergency or another, such is the life of a leader. Distance no longer means anything to them, they’ve been doing this for decades now and knows that home comes before all else.

---

The palace is under siege when he wakes.

Some of the new housing staff has killed the more loyal retainers. Rigorous background checks cannot read the minds and hearts of those easily swayed, only see where it may happen. Aranea bursts into his room, covered in blood and burnt from getting there, and he knows from the expression on her face that this is more than a mere assassination attempt.

He yells at her for coming to him. Even if her daughter is to be his son’s shield, she should have gone to him.

He’s out of bed in seconds. Foregoes changing, instead charges through the fray to get to his son. His staff are experienced, they know what they’re doing -- but the doors to the Keep are being battered by battering rams, there is an army waiting outside their doors and his own simply won’t mobilize fast enough.

They haven’t reached the boy’s quarters yet. Aurum is wide-eyed and frightened, Arache looks no better off. Both have enjoyed a time of peace and don’t know what it means to fear war. He gathers the children into his arms briefly, tells them it will all be okay and then they’re hurrying through one of the many secret exits.

The way is blocked. Men bigger and stronger than Prompto is, even in his prime. They laugh as they step forward, intending to shove backs to the walls and slay the whole royal family in one fell swoop.

They’d talked about this nightmare scenario, he and Aranea. On late nights when the unrest threatened to bubble over, when there seemed to be no end in sight to the protests or the vicious whispers of rumor.

They’d talked about what to do.

There’s a sound like shattering glass as he calls forth the magic of the Empire’s cracked and broken crystal. The men reel back, narrowly missing a round of fire that leaps where they stood. Prompto’s eyes glow a dull red, his breathing quickening with the strain of the magic.

She grabs the boy and her girl and leaps over their heads. In an instant a shield blocks off the path, leaving Prompto trapped on the other side with the enemy. Aurum stops short and tries to turn back, the color draining from his face.

He’s a smart boy. Smart enough to see a suicidal distraction for what it truly is.

“Aurum, go,” Prompto shouts, digging his heels into the ground.

“Dad-!”

“I said go!” He thunders, louder than he’s ever yelled at his son in his life. “I’ll be okay! Your old man has a few tricks left up his sleeves yet!”

He doesn’t need to see him to see the disbelief in his eyes. The terrible knowing of what is to come. But Aranea hauls him forward (you’re supposed to be his shield! he shouts, desperation wining out over that carefully crafted stoicism) and he has no say. The Emperor would only slow them down -- he’s not yet an old man, but he’s a sick man. And he knows all too well the limitations of his body.

And if his life is cost of letting his son live, it’s a price gladly paid.

Come dawn, the castle has been left in ruins.

The Emperor lays on the floor of his home, unable to lift himself up - unable to move at all. There’s a sword through his side, rubble across his chest - and he can do nothing but listen to the sound of it burn around him.

So this is how it ends.

To his left, his phone is ringing. Frantically. Has been for nearly an hour now. The cracked phone sits just outside of his reach - he’s tried to reach for it, to answer, but he’s tired. The air is thick with smoke and he knows it doesn’t matter who comes now, it’s far too late. The magic burned him from the inside out, eating away at the unnatural parts of him and leaving the human parts too weak and broken to survive on their own.

Too late.

His eyes slowly drift shut.

They meet Noctis in Tenebrae. The king warps there through a dagger left in King Ravus’ care and his eldest son throws his arms around him, weeping into his chest.

#crowns.#drabble.

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etherealblasphemy · 5 years

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The End of the Beginning

he. it’s rather fitting that i post this on new year’s day.

STARBOUND IS OFFICIALLY OVER!!! I finished at ten last night and promptly fell asleep (oops), but I’ve finished the writing of my very first novel-length bullshittery! Forewarning now, there’ll be a looooong A/N at the end about the future of Starbound, but for now, let’s get right into the tomfuckery, shall we?

(as always, translations for the Vasryian language are at the end of the chapter!)

TW: Mentions of alcohol, intoxication, and referenced murder

“Does my dress look okay?” They turned again, trying to see how they looked from behind. They scrutinized the pale red fabric, watching how the shadows fell on their back as they twisted, the bottom fanning out. “It’s not too tight, right?” Two gentle hands grasped their wrists, spinning them around.

“Stop frettin’, ya look right,” the mechanic assured them. “Now hurry ya horse, or we’ll be late!” She fixed her navy waistcoat, smoothing out wrinkles. “Sirs, are y’all decent?” From behind the divider, Dominic called out that they were. The three guards popped out, greeting Cal. All three of them wore the original uniform of the Vasryian Guard, a dark red tunic with a brilliant yellow flower in the center covering silver breeches and a small, sheathed dagger on their sides. Their black riding boots, not unlike the ones Roman wore, also bore the Vasryian seal on the buckles.

“I can guide you to the Center Hall. The palace seems more like a labyrinth everyday I’m here,” Jamahl remarked, stepping forward. “Let’s go, before Prince Roman throws a fit that we’re not there!” Cal burst out laughing as they set off through the palace, able to see the crowds through the tall, gilded windows.

“Only a month…” Terrence mused. “Only a month, and His Highness has won back the hearts of the people like Draven never existed… it’s a miracle.” Cal giggled knowingly, sending a silent thank you to their ancestor. “I’m so excited!” the guard continued. “Prince Roman will make such a good king!”

“He looks more and more like his father every day. I almost called him by his father’s name, did you know?” Dominic chuckled. “It seems like yesterday Her Majesty was scolding Prince Roman for getting lost in the catacombs again, or His Majesty was teaching His Highness how to properly wield a sword.” He sighed. “Those dear, dead days beyond recall.”

“Fifteen years,” Jamahl chimed in, “since that dreadful day.” He smiled bittersweetly at Cal and Wonder. “Thank you two, for bringing laughter back into these halls.”

“No, thank y’all,” Wonderling insisted, “for always believin’ in Roman.” A grateful, merry mood settled in them as they moved through the maze of hallways.

“Anybody know how long this ceremony is going to last? I’m planning on bringing snacks,” Cal joked. “Oh, come on, don’t give me that look, Sir Jamahl! I’m only half kidding!” Laughter echoed across the walls, mixing with the growing clamour from the Center Hall. They could see a crowd beginning to form, a wild throng of feathers, furs, and scales jumbling together in blurs of color. They let out a heavy breath, never one to be at ease with masses. A hand squeezed their arm.

“Ya gon’ be fine, Cal?” Wonderling inquired under her breath, eyebrows raised with concern. Cal felt their face flush and nodded quickly, focusing on the floor ahead of them.

The guards escorted them through the growing multitude, bringing them into the Center Hall. Cal’s jaw dropped at the transformation that it had gone through since Draven’s defeat. The windows and chandeliers were newly polished, sparkling with a heaven-like light that cast rainbows across the marble floor. The throne Draven had used, which was ebony with golden ivy winding up the sides, was gone, replaced by the thrones of Roman’s father and mother, his own throne to the left of his mother’s. The three thrones were all made of a silvery wood, with scarlet cushions and elaborately carved reliefs in the arm rests and head crests. Every few feet down the hall were vases filled with blooming flowers of every hue, filling the air with pleasant aromas that reminded Cal of memories that weren’t even theirs.

Virgil, Logan, and Patton were clumped together at the front, talking amongst each other excitedly. “I’m thrilled to finally be able to listen to Vasry again. It’s been forever since I’ve heard it, and it’s such a pretty language compared to Aresan. Roman and I only used it when we spoke to each other in private,” Patton was saying as they approached. The guards split off from Cal and Wonderling and went into a side room, where their superior was likely giving out orders for the celebratory day.

“Will they use it in the ceremony, though?” Logan countered, adjusting the glasses perched on his nose. “It is to my understanding that Aresan is the principal language used in the Vasryian palace. Did I misunderstand?”

“Oh, no, Aresan is only used for diplomatic purposes… usually… maybe he changed it. But Vasry will definitely used. I remember Roman starting to learn the verses when we were kids. He always stuttered back then, but I‘m sure he’ll do fine today!” Patton grinned as he sat down. “Cal, I saved you a seat!” He waved excitedly at Cal, beckoning them to come and sit down.

“Aw, aren’t ya just a sweetheart, Patton,” Wonderling laughed. “I’ll go find my chair and leave y’all to yaselves for now, but I expect us to chat up afterwards, a’ight?” She smiled sweetly, mirth in her eyes.

“We literally just fought a battle together a month ago, what is there to catch up about?” Virgil scoffed with glee.

“Ya gon’ tell me everythin’ about ya and Roman, ya hear me? Or perhaps I oughta ask Patton?” she chuckled as Virgil flushed, unable to retort for fear of a backlash of wit. Wonderling escaped rapidly, finding her own seat a few rows behind where Cal and their friends would sit during the ceremony. As soon as the four took their seats, Cal still nervously adjusting their dress, an organ stuffed in a hidden corner of the hall began to play, signaling the entrance of the ascending prince. Cal immediately rose, as they had practiced at the rehearsal earlier that week, and turned to watch for Roman, eager to see what sort of regalia he had been forced into.

The mahogany doors at the end of the hall opened with grandeur, and in strode Roman. He wore a simple white tunic with tan breeches and black boots, a stark contrast to the dresses and suits the audience members wore. The soon-to-be-king also wore a golden cape that trailed for several feet on the floor, almost like a bride, with silver designs intricately sewn onto the fabric. Roman caught the eyes of his friends and smiled anxiously before returning his gaze to the end of the hall, where an old priest waited for him.

Roman walked slowly but purposefully, as though every step he took had been planned years in advance. He reached the raised platform where the priest seemed to tower above him despite her short stature.

“Prince Roman,” she greeted, her voice laced with cobwebs and dust. He bowed his head in salutation. “Thou stands before the judgement of the heavens today. Thou wishes to ascend to the Vasryian throne?”

“I do,” Roman stated.

“Then stand before thy ancestors and answer with an honest soul.” The priest retrieved a small, worn book from a shelf behind her, its cover a pale blue that had faded with the unseen sands of time. “Dost thou solemnly and honestly swear to govern and protect the Peoples of Vasryia and all its Territories, respecting the laws and customs of the lands thou reign over?” the priest said, her gnarled fingers curling around the spine of the book of myths.

“I solemnly promise to govern and protect, to the best of my ability, the Peoples over whom I have been given duty to reign.” They could hear Roman’s voice was shaking, no doubt scared he would stumble over his words and ruin everything.

“Will every action thou take be for the good and betterment of Vasryia and its Peoples? Will thee put the life of thy Nation before thine own? Will thee govern with an open and just heart, a wise and witful mind, and a humble and mighty soul?” The priest’s voice rang out, filling the entirety of the Hall so that each and every present being could hear the will of the heavens.

Roman hesitated. “I— I will.” Cal saw him swallow, digging his thumb’s nail into the soft flesh of his finger, almost hard enough to draw forth blood. The priest paused as though she noticed Roman’s momentary rumination, but continued without a word.

“Dost thou take the oath in good health, good mind, and good spirit, and allow the spirit of our Savior Calypso to take root in your soul?” Roman nodded. “Then all Ye who have objection to the ascension of our beloved and at last returned Prince to the throne of the Vasryian King, speak now or forever hold thy peace.” The priest fell silent, her grey eyes of sagacity turned to the audience, daring any one of them to stand up and speak their cavil. None spoke.

“The heavens have spoken. Prince Roman Machaizelli Bastian Prionsa of Vasryia shall ascend to the throne and bring balance once more to the lands as our rightful ruler. By the power vested in me by the spirit of Calypso herself, by the will of the Guardian and the Generals, I hereby proclaim thee the King of Vasryia. Come forth, and receive thy blessing from thy forebearers.” Roman glanced back quickly at Virgil, who smiled brightly, giving him a small thumbs up. Roman’s mood immediately shifted, his shoulders releasing their previous tension.

He stepped forward and kneeled, his head bowed. The priest placed the book she held before him. The prince kissed it, murmuring in his native language. “Eh saeuna fa eh saegha iwa oen na ise Cayso, kirō e talhyn viosa i fa fērka-dai e gal. Mae na Garda yaesen na alma reaga eh noma sha da eh uoye haseo fai na sasha de eh Vasr.” The priest mumbled something unintelligible. “E reja na alma Cayso!” The priest repeated Roman’s word with a shriek, head upturned to the ceiling as though some invisible bird was perched upon the rafters. “E reja na alma na Garda! E reja na alma na Saeona!” The walls of the hall seemed to shake with the fervor in Roman’s voice.

The priest put her book on a shelf behind them and took a vial of water. “These are the tears of Calypso, shed when she left her world behind.” As she spoke, the priest opened the vial and emptied it, the water spilling down Roman’s flower crown and face. The priest took a bottle of scented oil and poured it, too, over the prince. “This is the sweat of Calypso, shed when she trained with her Generals to protect her new world.” The third and final item the priest poured over Roman was a bowl of dark wine. “This is the blood of Calypso, shed when she died a thousand times to save her home.”

“I am one with the soul of Calypso. She shall live in me and she shall live in Vasryia,” Roman swore as the priest guided him to his feet. At last, the priest grasped a golden scepter and orb, bringing it in front of Roman. The woman handed them to the soon-to-be-king, her wise eyes smiling despite her emotionless expression.

“Prince Roman Machaizelli Bastian Prionsa, son of Vasryia, today thou ascends the throne as King of Vasryia. Thou hast sworn to protect thy nation until thy dying day. Thou hast received the blessings of Vasryia and her guardians. Now, turn to thy People and let them see the light of Calypso, the Generals, and the Guardian within thee.” Roman turned to the crowd, who waited with baited breath as he called out in the Vasryian tongue.

“E sa tu ren!” he yelled, the Vasryians in the audience quickly responding in their native language. Once more, Roman kneeled, bowing his head as the priest placed a crown on his head.

It was the Vasryian colors, gold and red, but it had gorgeous jewels adorning it in every hue, reminiscent of the Guardian’s wings. From where they were seated, Cal could see the small Vasryian seal embedded on the front.

“Rise, King Roman, and claim thy place in history.” Roman steadily arose, a new aura about him as he stepped to the throne, sitting down as a king should, elegant and graceful, but strong and proud. His gaze was unwavering, staring straight ahead at the carved scenes on the doors at the end of the hall as the priest kneeled, bowing before her new king. Cal and the others in the hall replicated the movement, bowing deeply. As they straightened, sitting back down, bells began to toll, clanging and ringing and proclaiming the ascenscion of the king at last. A cheer went up through the hall as Roman visibly relaxed in his chair, thankful for the ceremony to at last be over.

The crowd quickly dissipated, leaving Roman alone with the priest and a few select advisors to sign official documents. Cal heaved a sigh as the doors swung shut behind them. “Party time?” they asked hopefully. Virgil grinned conspiratorially.

“Party time— Ow! Logan!”

“The reception does not start for another three hours, and, anyways, Roman won’t be there for another five hours,” Logan reprimanded firmly. “I suggest we go and see the crowd outside, perhaps we can conversate with some of them. Roman will greet them in a couple of minutes, I believe.” Virgil rolled his eyes.

“Fine, we can be responsible adults for five hours,” he whined. “But as soon as Roman walks in that room I’m going to get him fucking wasted!” He giggled softly as Logan smacked him over the head with a huff.

The group headed outside, shielding their eyes from the burning sun. The mass of people lined up outside the palace was imposing, almost nerve-wracking for Cal as they stepped out of the palace. It was a warm day, one that without a doubt would end in a beautiful night, and not a cloud was in sight. Unfortunately, this meant that the gigantic crowd waiting to see their new king had absolutely no problem waiting hours to catch a glimpse in the beautiful weather.

They waited to the side, protected by one of the glass towers from the gaze of the burning star as they watched the crowd. Someone was selling treats to the little children who begged their parents for the sweet pastries, and another vender sold handheld flags that bore the Vasryian seal. A pair of old women sat in the grass playing in a board game to pass the time as their husbands played cards.

A sudden roar went up among the crowd, and Cal turned to see Roman exit the palace, waving at the Vasryian people. He walked up to the crowd held at bay only by a couple small wooden partitioners and several guards. He seemed to pick up on the eight eyes watching him curiously, and he pivoted to see his family. The royal waved them over, and, after a moment of deliberation, they heeded his request. As they got closer, the sounds of the throng grew, calls and shrieks and laughs and cries all jumbled into one cacophony of life.

Roman addressed the common people, saying, “E fauna tu hanna fai na meoso de na alda fa na saeuna agus talta tu chaka yai e na saga lune sa cayse de na fin de na ren-vio de eh babusha venna. E talhyn dorioga ferka sahaga e dan iga na alma Cayso-dai, agus e heuyo kaeh ser tu, eh Vasr, ina baego fa eh itda. Ingan vas irheo bakdan o vas irheo pasha, ingan vas kona o vas kana, ingan vas saeuna o vas fuath, e talhyn tu vas nunra vasya, na Vasr de Vasryia.” A paean went up once more.

The royal began to greet the people lined up to see him, grinning and saluting each one. He listened to the stories a group of miners told him about how Draven had begun to focus funds on expansion and conquering nearby planets, leaving their mines in dangerous conditions. Roman promised to look into it as soon as possible and pass safety regulations. He came upon a book club later; the individuals all gave him copies of fairy tales, somehow having learned that when escaping the palace, he and Patton had been unable to take their favorite book of fantasy worlds.

Patton, having grown up in Vasryia, was also a person of interest and recognition to the crowd; some of the braver children asked if they could touch his antlers, to which he agreed, a great delight among the kids. A few old women offered knitted scarves to all five of them, which they gladly accepted. Cal’s heart felt like it was going to explode from so much affection.

The last group Roman greeted that day, long after much of the crowd as dispersed and gone home, was a cluster of young children from a nearby orphanage. They were dressed in their finest, albeit plain, clothing, ranging from frilly dresses the color of lollipops to dusty suits to simple white tunics and a pair of trousers. The five of them spent a particularly long time with the children, most of them being orphans themselves.

Patton was very receptive with the youngest of the children, allowing to climb on top of his back for piggyback rides, and drape handmade garlands and daisy chains across his antlers. Logan recited a few children’s stories he had downloaded during his time as an android, though very few of the children spoke his interplanetary tongue and understood. Virgil and Cal played pick-up-sticks with some of them, purposefully allowing the children to win. Roman, of course, spoke a bit with the present caretaker before he sat with the children and told them fairytales, weaved flower crowns like his own, and played make-believe.

The caretaker took out a pocket watch and clapped their hands, garnering the children’s attention. They began to round up the kids, who all groaned in unison as they collected their belongings.

“Do they have to go?” Cal complained to Roman.

“I know, I want to adopt them all,” he replied with a pout. “But it’s dinner time, so they have to go.” Roman beamed as he waved goodbye to the kids as they walked back home; one paused and ran back, shoving a crumpled sheet of paper into the royal’s hands.

“Ekka sona?” Roman asked the little boy, who couldn’t have been any older than six. The boy ducked his head shyly as he wrung his hands.

“E eayo tu seongu na basta taeya. Madda seun tu kkayeong vas. Haepsu,” he breathed, his eyes the size of the moon. “Tu sa eh laoch.” A nearly inaudible gasp left Roman’s lips as the boy hugged Roman’s legs and ran back to the group.

“Oi! Ekka alta?” Roman called.

The kid turned on his heel as he ran, cupping his hands to his mouth. “Kit!”

“You want to adopt the kid, don’t you?” Patton simpered as Roman nodded vigorously. “He said he saw the whole thing,” Patton translated. “He told us we’re his heros.”

“I’m going to fucking adopt that kid if it’s the last thing I do,” Virgil declared passionately.

“Alright, is it party time now?” Cal yelped as Logan hit their head in exasperation, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he nodded. “Fuck yeah, let’s get totaled!” they cheered as the five of them at last headed for the revelry.

They had not expected people to surround them as soon as they walked through the doors, mobbing them with questions and praise and noise. Cal would have gone straight to their room then and there and asked a nearby maid to get them a drink, never to see the light again, if it weren’t for Patton’s grasp on their arm, pulling further into the horde inside the ballroom.

They said a little prayer for their sanity and put on their best I-don’t-want-to-be-here smile as the others began to greet the mob. For their family, Cal reminded themself, they could do this for their family.

Cal breathed a sigh of relief when the last guests went away. They hadn’t been able to have a single drink in the time they had been there, which was a problem in Cal’s mind. They rolled their head, working out the kinks in their neck as they spied a waitress walking by with a tray full of fizzy pink drinks. Cal felt themself smirk as they weaved around the crowd for their prize.

They lost her in the crowd, pushed out of the way by a dancing couple, who apologized profusely, but got them nowhere closer to their cocktail of inhibition. Defeated, they returned to their family, eyes focusing on a shadow behind Roman, gasping as realization struck them.

An old woman had snuck up behind the Vasryian, reaching out to touch his shoulder. Cal felt for their blade, going numb when they remembered there had been a strict no weapons rule for the coronation’s ceremony and reception. They opened their mouth to warn the royal when the woman suddenly hugged him, squealing.

“Oh, Roman! You’ve grown!” Roman shrieked in surprise, though the offending noise quickly turned to laughter as he recognized the old lady.

“Grandma!” he cried with delight as he returned the hug. “Sweet Calypso, I thought… I thought Draven had killed you, too!”

“Oh, my God, Roman has a grandmother,” Virgil muttered as Logan side-eyed him a silent warning to behave properly.

“My darling, I may be a Prionsa in name only, but we have the same fighting spirit. I promised I would not fall to that man,” the woman said with a fierce glint in her eyes. Seeing the question in Roman’s eyes, she continued. “Your grandfather did not die at that man’s hands. We hid with my sister on Dageron. He passed on to the heavens peacefully in his sleep some years ago and reunited with Duchess Haaija.” The woman’s eyes grew sad. “You must forgive me, my dear Roman. I’ve held off his funeral in hopes that you and Patton were alive as the guards told me. I thought Iske would like it, if you were there.”

Roman’s eyes were filled with tears. “I… I don’t know what to say…” He hugged his grandmother tighter, burying his face into the crook of her neck. “Thank you.” The woman outstretched an arm to Patton, who quickly accepted the offer, hugging both of them.

“From what I researched—” Logan quietly explained to Virgil and Cal, “—Lady Kalopsia married the father of Roman’s mother. His mother’s sister adopted Patton, making him and Roman cousins. It seems all three of them consider each other family despite having no blood relation, like us.”

Cal chuckled. “Yeah… yeah, like us.”

Roman and Patton pulled away with damp eyes, Roman wiping away the streams down his cheeks with the back of his hand. “Well, you boys go back to the party, alright? Don’t let an old woman like me stop you from having fun. It’s your coronation day, you should be celebrating!” the old crone said as she pushed her grandsons back towards the festivities.

“Okay, Grandmama!” Patton acquiesced as he hugged her goodbye. She disappeared into the crowd, just another face among hundreds. Cal watched her go with narrow eyes, truthfully quite jealous of the boys.

“You good, guys?” Virgil asked, eyebrows upturned in concern. Roman nodded, took Virgil’s hand, and squeezed it, nodding. Roman’s eyes darted up at the crowd, scanning the faces. His eyes lit up with recognition.

“Vespera!” Roman cried as he noticed a woman pulling a young girl. The woman looked up and broke into a smile as she saw Roman, drawing near despite the girl’s whines. “How are you, dear? It’s been too long,” he greeted as he drew the mysterious woman into a tight hug.

“It has,” the woman agreed. “I’m doing wonderful, thank you for asking. A little worn out caring for my daughter, Annamer,” she sighed, gesturing to the little girl, who hid behind her mother’s legs as she studied the strangers, “but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Vespera paused, smile falling. “Did you hear? He tried to invade Dageron during our Festival of Dying Suns.” Roman gasped, shaking his head. “The damn fool thought his petty army stood a chance against ou mages.” The silence grew as all traces of joy disappeared from the Dageronian’s face. “I never thought I’d see you again. Draven told us you had died alongside your parents in a fire at your summer cottage. When I received notice that you to be crowned king, I almost didn’t believe it. It was quite a shock.”

“Well, here I am, alive and well… I… can’t saw the same for my parents, however.” Roman’s voice broke at the end, his shoulders tensing. Vespera placed a calming hand on his shoulder.

“They would be very proud of you, Roman. I am very proud of you.” Roman smiled bittersweetly, bowing his head. The woman noticed someone in the crowd and called to them. “Samuel, could you please take Annamer? I think she’s getting cranky, and you can handle her better than I can when she gets testy.” A man quickly came to Vespera, kissing her on the cheek, and took the little girl’s hand, guiding her out of the ballroom.

Roman seemed to recall his friends were waiting to be introduced to this enigmatic lady and corrected his error. “Vespera, I’d like you to meet the people who helped me throughout my years as an outlaw and who’ve become family to me.”

“Hello to you all,” Vespera acknowledged, curtsying.

“You already know Patton,” he said as Patton waved, smiling at the old friend. “This is Logan, the brilliant man who always planned our exploits… even if I never really followed his instructions.” Logan huffed jovially and he bowed his head to Vespera, who curtsied again. “This is Cal, our bold but loveable gunner and leader. They’re the one who inspired us all to take a stand against Draven in the first place.”

“You’re wings are absolutely gorgeous, my dear,” Vespera commented as she shook Cal’s outstretched hand, her glittering eyes tracing every curve of their wings. Cal gave a curt nod in thanks. “And… who are you?” she asked Virgil, who was staring at the floor, uncomfortable with the attention.

“I’m Vee,” he mumbled under his breath, shuffling his feet. “I’m Roman’s emaja.” Vespera smiled.

“I’m Vespera Katriel.” She glanced at Roman, who nodded, gesturing for her to continue. “I… was Roman’s betrothed, once upon a time.” She laughed at Virgil’s surprise and apprehension. “You don’t have to worry, dear. I have my own husband, who I love as much as I’m sure you love yours.”

“Oh! Oh, we’re not—we’re not married,” Virgil blurted, his face coloring as Vespera hid a snicker behind her hand.

“Yet,” Logan muttered as Roman’s cheeks turned the same shade as Virgil, who turned in disbelief and smacked his shoulder. Cal snorted loudly, encouraging Vespera to laugh as well. Virgil opened his mouth to spit some witty retort at Logan, when a loud voice interrupted them.

“Ladies and gentlemen—” Cal bristled, “—we now invite you all to dance at the center of the room. First, however, the king shall perform the ceremonial coronation dance,” the voice announced. Roman cursed quietly.

“I was never any good at that,” he grumbled as he headed to the center of the ballroom.

“Vee, you might want to get a good place for this,” Vespera advised, already taking him by the arm and leading him as he spluttered, confused. Never one to miss out on a spectacle, Cal quickly claimed their own spot in the front. Roman was in the center of the circle the crowd had created, head bowed as the multitude hushed, allowing the music to trickle through, a soft piano accompanied by a mellow violin.

Roman’s eyes were closed as he began to move. He lifted an arm in the air, graceful as the winter winds as he swayed back and forth like a hesitant heart to the music. Roman was nothing less than the evanescent efflorescence of a flower blooming in the dark, a symbol of hope in a boundless void as he danced, spinning and twirling and bending to the will of the melody. Not a soul could drag their eyes away for one second as he danced, some even crying as they watched their long-lost king dance to a tune mournful but proud, bittersweet but hopeful. As the final note ebbed away to a time of what-ifs and yesterdays, Cal, like many others, found themself moved to applause as Roman, grinning despite the flush across his cheeks, bowed deeply.

“My dear People, friends, and family, I thank you all for celebrating today in my honor. Please, join me in dance and revelry,” Roman announced as the musicians in the back corner stage struck up a jolly tune, one apparently familiar to the Vasryian people who gasped and clapped with recognition and overtook the ballroom in a frenzied, energetic dance. Cal stepped back, bopping their head to the beat as Roman went to Virgil, bowing with his hand outstretched. Though they could not hear the words exchanged between the two, Roman must have delivered another one of his cheesy romantic lines, for Virgil’s face went red and he smacked Roman’s arms despite grinning like the lovesick idiot he was and gladly following Roman to the center as Logan took Patton’s hands and led him in a small waltz and the Drisine laughed, his smile bright as the stars.

They watched the dancing for a while until they got bored of ogling all the pretty dresses flashing by them in whirls of hues, and retreated to wall, where like-minded people were resting on one of the benches or were simply plastered against the wall in what Cal assumed was a failing attempt to be invisible. They hung out by a vase, the aroma of the flowers nearly overwhelming as they closed their eyes, letting their mind fill with the sound of the piano’s crescendos and diminuendos.

“Ya seem bored.” Cal was unsurprised at the sound of the mechanic’s voice. They opened their eyes to see her standing in front of them, her waistcoat from earlier gone and two buttons of her top undone. Her face was painted with a faint flush as she nursed an empty wine glass, depositing it on a tray as soon as a waiter got close enough. “Wanna chase away the dog and tell me what this angel hoo diddy is all about?” she asked, gesturing to Cal’s wings. Cal’s face flushed as they laughed awkwardly.

“Well, I’ve only had them for about a month, so… I don’t really know what’s really going on.” They shrugged, trying to shake off the embarrassment growing in their chest. “I’m, um… not, not what you said… I’m not ‘an angel’. I think.”

“What are ya, then?” Wonderling smirked. “Besides a kick-ass fighter, I mean.”

“Logan said I… transformed or something when I touched the Gazer Stone. Apparently, I’m a Stargazer.” Wonderling tilted her head, confused. “You know… the mythical beings who protect the legacy of Calypso and her Generals? ‘Daughters of Calypso and sons of the Guardian’ and all that?” Wonderling shook her head. “It’s—it’s not a big deal, don’t worry about.”

“Hey, Wonder, I’s wond’rin’ when I’d sees ya!” a man called as he came up from behind them, a pretty young woman’s arms wrapped around his shoulders as he dragged her limp body across the floor. “Ada found the apple jack again. I got’s ‘er a cup of Adam’s ale, but I thinks she just needs a dream before she airs the paunch. Ya thinks ya could give a horse?”

“Allers, Rowan.” Wonderling took a step forward, taking one arm of the woman and slinging around her own shoulder. “Hey—Rowan, ya never met Cal, have ya? C’mere, I’ll get y’all acquainted with one another. Rowan—Rowan, stick ya hand out, this ain’t Legion!” The man—Rowan—grumbled, but stuck out his hand in a friendly greeting. “Now, Rowan, this is Cal, a friend of the troublemaker boys, though Cal’s much more manageable than the rest of them, battling ancient evils aside.” Cal nodded curtly, firmly shaking Rowan’s almond-colored hand. “And, Cal, this is Rowan, my best friend’s brother—”

“Hey, I’m yer best friend, too!”

“Only sometimes, Rowan, sweetie.” Cal hid a giggle behind a cough. “Now, let’s get Ada to bed, how ‘bout it?” Wonderling heaved Ada’s dead weight back onto her, shifting her limp head into a more comfortable position. The mechanic paused, and turned back to Cal. “I wouldn’t wait up for me, Cal. Ada can be a bit much to handle when she’s whittled. Tell the boys I said good night, will ya?”

“...sure.” Wonderling smiled and thanked them, and started off with Rowan, moving slowly to keep the sleeping woman upright. Cal felt something akin to disappointment settle in their stomach. The mechanic was a beautiful, kind woman, but she had a job—two, actually, two that probably kept her very busy. This was very likely one of the last times Cal would be able to see her, talk freely with her. Unless they did something about it. “Miss—Miss Wonderling?” The mechanic turned around, eyebrows raised. “Would you, um…” Sweet Calypso, it felt like their face was on fire. “...would you like to… to share a glass sometime? I—I know you’re probably very busy and all, but I—”

“Cal?” They fell silent unhesitatingly, eager to hear their response. She grinned, radiating joy and warmth. “I would love to.” With that, she resumed her assistance again, Rowan and Wonderling continued to guide the unconscious woman to the room where she was staying. Cal sat themself down on a nearby chair, an unbelieving smile on their face.

Patton came running up to them, his excitement almost touchable. “Cal! Are you enjoying the party?” He quickly downed a tall flute filled with something golden, his cheeks flushing with colors and his eyes glazing just a little bit more as soon as he swallowed the sparkling liquid. “Whoo, that’s strong,” he mumbled. “Are you having fun? I said that before, haven’t I?”

Cal laughed, taking Patton’s glass and setting it on the tray of a passing waiter. “No more good shit for you, Patton,” they snickered as he pouted, whining at the loss of his liquid oblivion. “And, yeah, I am having fun. It’s been one of the best nights of my life.” They smiled, noticing Roman and Virgil in the center of the room, beneath golden chandelier burning bright with the flames of a thousand candles, their eyes locked as they danced slowly across the floor. “Looks like they’re having fun,” they noted, jutting their head at the lovers.

Patton smiled softly as he at last sat down next to them, though still extremely energetic, swinging his feet like a child and giggling and hiccuping uncontrollably at random intervals. “Yeah. I’m really happy for them, Cal. Roman and Virgil have both been through so much… they really deserve someone who loves them.”

“Well, we love them both, right?”

“We do, but…” Patton’s voice grew a tad more serious, despite his eyelids starting to flutter. “They need someone who will devote their whole being to them. They need something other than friends. I might be fine with family, or people who become like family to us, but Roman, and Virgil, and a lot of other people need someone to hold them and empathize with them and kiss them and love them in a different way. I still don’t really understand it—maybe that’s because I grew up away from my kind—but I’m starting to learn.” Patton’s eyes closed as he leaned against Cal, breathing deeper and slower with each inhale. “I’m really happy for them,” he whispered again as his breathing evened out, eyes staying shut.

“Patton, if you’re— Oh, well, that’s… alright, let’s get you to bed,” they mumbled as they got up, holding the shapeshifter upright. They tried to lift him up, struggling. Cal let out a defeated sigh. “...I guess we could stay here for a few minutes…” they conceded as they sat back down, maneuvering the Drisine into a much more comfortable position against their shoulder.

They saw Logan walk by a couple minutes later and called him over so at least they’d have company to conversate with. “What happened to Patton?” he asked, sitting on Patton’s left.

“He got a little too tipsy, he’ll be fine by the morning.” They chuckled, shaking their head as they thought back on misadventures they had had while drunk. The last time they had had a drink had been at Sleeping Stars. So much had come from that little glass. They spied a waiter passing by and snatched a drink from the tray, downing it in one gulp. At Logan’s raised eyebrow, they teased, “What? Last time I drank enough to actually have courage we ended up dethroning a bastard and making Roman a king. Who knows what will happen this time?” Logan snorted, eyes going wide as he realized the sound he had just made was a laugh.

Pointing a finger at Cal in an attempt to seem serious, Logan threatened, “If the fact that I just laughed ever makes it way back to Patton, I’ll never let you drink again.” Cal giggled, already feeling the effects of whatever they had just swallowed.

“Sure, sure.” A thought struck them. “Hey, how much has Virgil had? He’s not good with alcohol either, right?”

“You’re correct, though I’m surprised you remember that, Cal,” he replied with a hint of admiration.

“Got to look out for my friends, don’t I?” they contemplated. “Calypso knows where I’d be without you all. Probably would’ve thrown myself into space to fill the black hole inside of me… though I think you guys have done a pretty good job yourselves.” The scholar grinned.

Logan fell silent, his gaze on the sleeping Drisine. “Who knows where I’d be…” he mulled. “I would still be back home, working with the Guild. I might have actually reprogrammed myself…” He laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “Look how far we’ve come.”

They let themselves bask in the comfortable silence, needing no words to speak their friendship. Cal almost fell asleep to Patton’s subtle breathing, his chest rising and falling in time with the music that danced and spun and twirled through the hallways. Their eyes were closed, the darkness behind their eyelids no longer cold and distant, but alive and warm like a summer’s night spent exploring fields of fireflies.

Cal heard the tread of footsteps approach them and opened their drowsy eyes. Roman and Virgil were standing above them. “Sorry, Cal, did we wake you?” Virgil asked.

“Nah, I was just… resting my eyes…”

“...Whatever you say, Cal,” Virgil snickered. “It’s suffocating in here, how about we move into the gardens?” Cal nodded, wordlessly standing up, Logan helping them to bring a sleeping Patton to his feet. “Want me to bring him to his room?” Virgil offered.

Cal waved it off, saying, “It’s fine, I’ll just sit him down on a bench outside. Wouldn’t want you to miss a second of your lover’s coronation party.” Virgil blushed, swatting Cal’s arm playfully.

The five went outside, where only a few guests milled about in the shadows. Fairy lights decorated the silhouettes of trees, each little spark a different color. It was dark out, stars creeping out of their daylight sleep to shimmer dazzlingly, painting the heavens with life. The shadows of roses and weeping trees seemed to move in the low light, their spirits laughing together and dancing in the firelight of the moon.

“I’ll miss living among the stars,” Roman whispered, wrapping an arm around Virgil’s side, pulling him close.

“I’m really going to miss our days of swashbuckling outlawing,” Virgil mused, resting his head on the royal’s collarbone. “I suppose Vasryia has laws against stealing goods and fighting every asshole you come across?” he asked Roman.

“Fortunately, yes, we do,” he laughed. “Though, I certainly agree, I will miss having complete and utter freedom from responsibilities and consequences and whatnot. But, who knows? Maybe we’ll have some adventures with time.”

“Oh, please,” Cal snorted with merriment. “Don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll be on another adventure before we even know it.” For a moonlit moment, their eyes glowed silver as the clouds, perhaps just a reflection of the lights strung about the gardens, or perhaps but an auspice. “I just hope you’ll be willing to listen.”

Translation of the Vasryian language:

“Eh saeuna fa eh saegha iwa oen na ise Cayso, kirō e talhyn viosa i fa fērka-dai e gal. Mae na Garda yaesen na alma reaga eh noma sha da eh uoye haseo fai na sasha de eh Vasr.” (“My love for my country shall be as high as the heart of Calypso, which I promise to live in for every day I breathe. May the generals rip the soul out of my body if ever my eyes stray from the good of my People.”)

“E reja na alma Cayso!” “E reja na alma Garda! E reja na alma Saeona!” (“I invoke the spirit of Calypso!” “I invoke the spirit of the Generals! I invoke the spirit of the Guardian!”)

“E sa tu ren!” (“I am your king!”)

“E fauna tu hanna fai na meoso de na alda fa na saeuna agus talta tu chaka yai e na saga lune sa cayse de na fin de na ren-vio de eh babusha venna. E talhyn dorioga ferka sahaga e dan iga na alma Cayso-dai, agus e heuyo kaeh ser tu, eh Vasr, ina baego fa eh itda. Ingan vas irheo bakdan o vas irheo pasha, ingan vas kona o vas kana, ingan vas saeuna o vas fuath, e talhyn tu vas nunra vasya, na Vasr de Vasryia.” (“I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for the love and support you have shown me this past month in light of the end of tyrannical reign of my late uncle. I promise to uphold every oath I took before the spirit of the heavens, and I swear to always put you, my People, in the forefront of my mind. Whether we face hardship or we face peace, whether we rise or we fall, whether we love or we hate, I promise to you we shall do it together, as the people of Vasryia.”)

“Ekka sona?” (“What’s this?”)

“E eayo tu seongu na basta taeya. Madda seun tu kkayeong vas. Haepsu.” (“I saw you fight a big black monster. Mistress says you saved us. Thank you.”)

“Tu sa eh laoch.” (“You’re my hero.”)

“Oi! Ekka alta?” (“Hey! What’s your name?”)

“Kit!” (“Kit!”)

and just like that, a legend ends

ha, who am i kidding? Starbound has closed it covers, and I couldn’t be more happy! Over a year and a half was devoted to this brainchild of mine, and I’m ecstatic to have finally finished and been able to have shared it with you all!

I’ll be honest with you all, I am seriously considering trying to publish Starbound. Naturally, it would be heavily revised (and most of it would probably be deleted but oh well) and all the names would be changed. What do you guys think? Should I try to get Starbound published?

To end, thank you. Even if you only read the original post with the headcanons, or if you’ve read every single chapter. Thank you. You’re interactions and enthusiasm are the reasons I kept writing. If it were any other story, I would have abandoned it within two chapters and moved on to another story that would also end up discarded. But you guys kept me going, and now I can proudly state that I’ve finished a novel. So, despite the fact that I always say this, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I love you guys! <3

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Hours in Midnight // Thor x Reader (P3)

Pairing: Thor x POC!Reader, Bonus Jord, Odin and Sif Word Count: 1.6k+ Warning: Angst, Violence (battlefield fighting, brief gore, death), Language, mystery

Summary: Just how deep do these secrets run?

A/N: wOW. The feedback on this has been amazing! I can only hope you enjoy this next part as much as the others <3 This is a bit shorter than the previous ones because the next chapter is…ahem…pretty lengthy. Also…I think this might have turned into an accidental soulmate au type thing.

Inspiration: “Secrets” ~ The Pierces

“Got a secret, can you keep it? Swear this one you’ll save, Better lock it in your pocket, Taking this one to the grave, If I show you, then I know you won’t tell what I said, ‘Coz two can keep a secret if one of them is dead…”

Previously // Next Chapter

The moment Thor left her lavish home Jord knew she needed to summon Odin immediately. Casting her runes and whispering an incantation in a long forgotten tongue, she all but demanded he get his all-knowing ass down to Earth.

“There are not many who can get away with summoning me to Midgard,” Odin stated, mildly annoyed.

“Then perhaps it’s a good thing I am your former lover rather than an unlucky mortal,” Jord snapped.

“What do you require of me, Jord? My time is limited; my kingdom needs me.”

“Your kingdom always needs you, dear. This time is no more special than any of the others.”

She cocked her head to the side and assessed the self-important man in front of her; it seems some things would never change no matter how many millennia went by. Odin narrowed his eye at her briefly before he exhaled in an attempt to calm himself. He loved her once…didn’t he? Perhaps he should be kinder to the mother of his first born son.

“What can I do for you, Jord?” he asked again, much kinder this time.

“The Princess [Y/n] lives and breathes,” she said simply.

There were very few things in the known universe that could surprise the all-knowing All-Father. His gift (curse) of knowledge allowed him to see the infinite possibilities of all things and to possess a greater understanding than most could even begin to fathom. It was such a heavy burden to carry that the weight of the Asgardian crown seemed but a feather.

Jord watched as Odin’s unnerving one-eyed gaze went glassy as he stared into his infinite sea of knowledge. No matter how many times she watched him do it, it never failed to send a shiver up her spine. Even gods get the heebie jeebies.

“This is impossible,” he whispered in shock, “she shouldn’t live. We watched her fade into stardust with our own eyes. Even Hela herself couldn’t restore her soul. She was nothing. She didn’t exist. Not even after we wiped everyone’s memories. How does she live?”

“I know not dear; that is hardly the most important thing I’ve summoned you for.” Odin’s gazed fixed on Jord’s face in annoyance again. Jord was always one with a flair for the dramatic.

“Of course not. What more could you tell me that I don’t already know?” he sniped.

“Our son knows her once again.”

“What?!” he boomed. His voice echoed so loudly the windows of Jord’s palace rattled.

“Perhaps you are not as ‘all-knowing’ as you have been led to believe, darling.”

“I must consult with the Völva. [Norse Seers and Witches] This should not have escaped my gaze,” he seethed.

“You do just that, dear.” Jord turned from him and waved dismissively. She’d had enough of Odin’s presence for one day.

“You have my eternal gratitude for bringing this to my attention, Jord. Anything you wish for, you may be granted,” he said solemnly. Jord’s head whipped around so fast even Odin missed it. She fixed her steely gaze on her former lover and jabbed her finger angrily in his direction.

“You may shove your ‘eternal gratitude’ where even the light of Dagr refuses to touch. I have no need of it,” she hissed. Odin’s eye widened in fear briefly; she was definitely still irate with him. He bowed his head respectfully at his former lover.

“For whatever worth this might carry, I am deeply apologetic.”

“Take your leave Odin,” she said despondently, “I have no more need for you here.”

“As you wish.”

“Sif? What the hell?!” you exclaimed in surprise. It was the shock of your life to see the famed Asgardian warrior suddenly appear before you.

“You know me?” she asked, wary.

“You’re Lady Sif of the Warriors Three. Shouldn’t they call it ‘Four’ since there are technically four of you?

“Are you sure the middle of battle is the best time for questions, My Lady?”

“Right. Right. You take the left and I’ll take the right?”

“Just try to keep up, Princess.”

You looked at her with a puzzled expression at the title she bestowed without mockery or malice. Did she know you? There was no time to focus on that as the Hydra soldiers recovered from the momentary daze from Sif’s arrival via Bifrost. With fierce battle cries, you and Sif leapt into battle.

From the corners of her eyes and brief glimpses of your speeding form, Sif was thoroughly impressed with how you obliterated your enemies. With little more than throwing knives and blinding speed, you had fought with the fierceness of a Valkyrie. You might even give the Odinsdottir or Sif a run for their money…for an apparent mortal. Every strike of your hand, foot or knife sent Hydra soldiers crumpling at your feet. You were a flurry of blades and will; your face was set in firm concentration. While there might be glory in battle, there was no joy in ending the life of another, no matter how evilly they might have used it. You weren’t here to judge them, only the gods had that honor.

It was glorious to be fighting alongside a warrior you’d looked up to your entire life. Sif was everything she was famed for and more. Hydra’s agents were no match for her sword, strength, and fury; you spent so much time admiring her fighting form that you nearly missed the dagger being lunged in your direction.

“Son of a bitch!” you hissed as the blade sliced your arm.

“Not so good, are you now?” the Hydra soldier cackled gleefully. The pure unadulterated hate in their eyes made your stomach turn. They seemed as if they teetered on the brink of pure madness. It was a mercy to dispatch them…for them and the world. Without warning, you sank your blade into their neck. The look of surprise and fear never failed to make your heart clench. An assassin with a heart. The soldier collapsed in your arms, bleeding profusely. Suddenly, a fog seemed to lift from their eyes.

“I’m…sorry,” they choked out, “…thank you…”

“I wish it didn’t have to end this way,” you whispered.

“Do you…think…they’ll send me…to Hell…?”

“I think you’ll have to pay for your actions. I pray the gods grant you mercy.”

“You…freed…u-,” with a final gasping breath the former soldier died in your arms. The lump in your throat was impossible to hold back as the tears rolled down your bloodied, dirtied cheeks. There was no glory in senseless death, not even for an assassin. Sif stood in solidarity with you as you cradled the freed soldier’s body, sobbing quietly.

“It’s not fair, Sif,” you whispered. Sif kneeled down and carefully removed the former soldier from your weary arms. The battle was over. She wiped an escaped tear from your cheek and met your gaze.

“War isn’t fair, My Lady, not for anyone. Least of all, the dead. May the gods have mercy on their souls.”

“Hydra will die. Even if I have to tear it apart with my bare hands; no one else will fall victim to their abhorrent ways. Not so long as I have breath in my body.”

“You have my sword at your back, My Lady,” Sif agreed.

“I’m not a Lady!” you snapped. Sif was startled at the vehemence that laced your tone. Guilt washed over you as you realized what you’d done.

“Forgive me, Lady Sif. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m not upset with you.”

“Think nothing of it,” Sif reassured you, “I understand the burden of battle.”

As Sif helped you to your feet, yet another blinding light came from the sky.

“What the—?” you started. A piercing scream echoed through the air as a winged figure barreled to the ground. The shockwave of their impact sent you and Sif tumbling backwards.

“Odin’s Beard!” Sif shouted.

“What the hell was that?”

“I know not. Perhaps we should investigate?”

“Alright, but the second some evil thing pops out of that crater, I’m throwing every knife I have at it. Not today, Satan. Not to-fucking-day.” Sif snorted in agreement. Cautiously, the two of you made your way to the massive crater in the middle of the battlefield. What you saw at the center of it blew you away.

“Is that a woman?”

“That is what it appears to be,” Sif replied.

“Look—she’s breathing. How could anyone survive a fall like that?”

“She is no mere woman.”

“Do you…know her?”

“She is Brunnhilde. She is the leader of the Valkyrior.”

“Are anymore of your Asgardian pals gonna fall from the sky today? Tell me now because I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” Sif laughed as the two of you clambered into the crater to help Brunnhilde.

“I’m afraid I don’t have the answer to that either, [Y/N].”

“Figures,” you mumbled under your breath. Sif laughed again. Brunnhilde was naked save for blood red tipped golden wings that shielded her body from view. Her dark brown skin seemed as if it were glowing. What the hell??

“Hello…?” you called out to her unconscious form.

“Is it really the best idea to call to her?” Sif asked.

“Do you really want to go up to the literal leader of some of the most fearsome women of Asgard and Valhalla and wake her up?”

“Fair point.”

“Exactly.”

You didn’t have to wait long; Brunnhilde stirred and sat up, looking around confusedly. Cocking her head to the side, she fixed her wary gaze on the two of you standing cautious in front of her.

“Are you here to kill me?”

End.

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Princess Bride, Minlace style. feat. Princess Minkowski and Dread Pirate Lovelace, the three vigilantes Hilbert, Eiffel, and Hera, miracle persons Jacobi and Maxwell, master spy Kepler, Prince Cutter, and Countess Pryce.

· Renée Minkowski was raised on a small farm in the country of Goddard.

· Isabel Lovelace is a farmhand on the Minkowskis’ farm.

· Minkowski runs errands for her parents, and every time she asks Lovelace to do something, all Lovelace says is “as you wish”.

· “That day Minkowski was amazed to discover that when Lovelace was saying ‘as you wish’, what she meant was, ‘I love you’. And even more amazing was the day she realized she truly loved her back.”

· “This is true love. You think this happens every day?” —Lovelace.

· Lovelace decides to set off to seek her fortune, but her ship is captured by the pirate crew of the Sea Wolf, who never leave survivors. Lovelace vanishes, presumed dead, and Minkowski swears never to love again.

· Prince Marcus Cutter, heir to the throne of Goddard, meets Minkowski and decides she’d make the perfect bride/victim to start a war with the kingdom of Hephaestus, the sworn enemy of Goddard.

· Countess Miranda Pryce agrees. She’s his right hand woman in name, but the palace servants wonder which of them is really pulling the strings. Pryce’s six-fingered hand would be well suited for puppetry.

· Before Prince Cutter and Minkowski can be married, Minkowski is kidnapped by Alexander Hilbert and his two assistants, Doug Eiffel and Hera Sensus.

· “Do you want me to send you back to where you were? Unemployed? In GREEEEEEEENLAND?” —Hilbert.

· They cross the strait to Hephaestus and climb the Cliffs of Insanity, planning to leave the princess’s corpse in Hephaestus in order to start a war with Goddard.

· But all the while, the Woman in Black draws nearer.

· “Inconceivable!” —Hilbert.

· “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.” —Hera.

· Hilbert leaves Hera to confront the Woman in Black.

· “People in masks cannot be trusted.” —Eiffel.

· Hera has been searching for years for the six-fingered woman who imprisoned her and destroyed her life when she was eleven years old. She still bears the scars of what the woman did to her, and she seeks revenge. And so she has learned the art of tactics better than any other. She can shift a battlefield to her advantage in seconds. Sometimes that seems literal.

· Hera and the Woman in Black engage in a fight, but eventually the woman in black wins. So Hilbert sends Eiffel to stop her.

· Eiffel was good at it, sure, but he really didn’t want to be a wrestler. But when he started running away from his past, he didn’t have many other places to run to.

· He almost counts himself lucky when the Woman in Black beats him. One less person hurt. (Well, him, but that’s nothing really.)

· (Cutter and Pryce reach the top of the Cliffs of Insanity, where Hera and the Woman in Black fought. Cutter spots the Woman in Black’s trail.)

· (“I always think everything could be a trap. Which is why I’m still alive.” —Cutter.)

· Hilbert is the first of the trio that the Woman in Black actually takes pleasure in defeating.

· “You fell victim to one of the classic blunders! The most famous is never get involved in a land war in Asia, but only slightly less well-known is this: never go in against a Russian when death is on the line! Hahahahahahaha—” —Hilbert.

· “I’m no one to be trifled with.” —the Woman in Black.

· Both cups were poisoned, but the Woman in Black is apparently unable to be killed.

· Minkowski has had enough of this madness. She accuses the Woman in Black of being the master of the Sea Wolf, the one who killed her true love.

· The Woman in Black agrees that she is indeed the master of the Sea Wolf.

· And Minkowski pushes her down a hill towards the Fire Swamp.

· “You can die too for all I care!” —Minkowski.

· “As… you… wish…” —the Woman in Black LOVELACE

· It’s Lovelace! Back from the dead! (Or so it seems.)

· “Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.” —Lovelace.

· (Cutter and Pryce are drawing nearer.)

· Lovelace and Minkowski set off into the Fire Swamp.

· “We’ll never survive!” —Minkowski.

· “Nonsense. You’re only saying that because no one ever has.” —Lovelace.

· ((I’m trying not to c/p the entire script I swear))

· There are three dangers in the Fire Swamp.

· One: the Flame Spurts. Minkowski trips into one. After that, Lovelace is careful to catch Minkowski's waist and spin her away when they hear the telltale hiss. (It almost feels like one of the dances they never got to have.)

· Two: the Lightning Sands. Lovelace is sucked down, and Minkowski swan-dives into the sand after her without a second thought. Lovelace sinks down and down no matter how she struggles, and just when she thinks she’ll never see the sun again she feels Minkowski’s grip around her wrist. (There, always, just like she said she’d be.)

· Three: “Rodents of Unusual Size? I don’t think they exist.” —Lovelace, right before an R.O.U.S. pounces on her. She drops her sword trying to wrestle it into a Flame Spurt, and when she does, Minkowski grabs the blade and stabs the R.O.U.S. to death.

· Some couples go on dinner dates. Others hike through deadly swamps and kill giant rats together.

· But just as they emerge from the fire swamp, Cutter and Pryce catch up with them. And Minkowski, desperate, surrenders, in exchange for Lovelace’s safe return to the Sea Wolf. She’s not going to watch Lovelace die. Not again. Not when she could save her.

· (The look in Lovelace’s eyes is one of utter betrayal. How could you abandon me again?)

· When Minkowski and Cutter are out of sight, Pryce makes a signal with her six-fingered hand, and one of the guards knocks Lovelace out.

· Back at the castle, Minkowski is having nightmares. She hears sounds in the walls when she tries to sleep. She walks the halls all night. Finally she tells Cutter to call Lovelace back. And Cutter agrees. He promises his four fastest ships. He claims he has her best interests at heart.

· In the Pit of Despair: Pryce is beginning her experiments on Lovelace.

· “Miranda, you know how I love watching you work, but I’ve got my country’s 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder, and Hephaestus to frame for it. I’m swamped!” —Cutter.

· Pryce activates her Machine.

· Lovelace has resisted torture before— distracted herself with thoughts of a slow smile, a first kiss. She cannot resist the Machine, which sucks year after year of life from her body.

· Cutter calls in his master of intelligence, one Warren Kepler, and insists that he clear out the thieves’ forest. There must be no threat to his new wife. So Kepler forms a Brute Squad.

· Eiffel has been looking for work since Hilbert vanished. He’s immediately hired onto the Brute Squad because he’s basically a Brute Squad of his own. And so he’s wandering around trying to find some thieves to remove when he hears about someone causing trouble. Booby traps and all that. Hera, he thinks. And it is!

· When Eiffel tells Hera that Countess Pryce, the six-fingered woman, is nearby in the castle, she faints into her bowl of soup.

· Hera is ready to go kill Pryce. Unfortunately, the castle is guarded by Kepler and a platoon of guards, in preparation for Cutter and Minkowski’s wedding. Even Hera has no idea how they’re going to fight through that. But there is someone who she knows could do it: the one and only Isabel Lovelace, the Woman in Black, who defeated Hera, Eiffel, and Hilbert.

· There’s one little problem with that. Cutter has been driven to rage by Minkowski’s continued devotion to Lovelace.

· “Lovelace and I are joined by the bonds of love. And you cannot track that, not with a thousand bloodhounds. And you cannot break it, not with a thousand swords. And when I say you are a coward, that is only because you are the slimiest weakling ever to crawl the earth.” —Minkowski.

· Cutter goes down to the Pit of Despair and turns the Machine all the way up to fifty.

· Hera and Eiffel hear the scream. The sound of ultimate suffering, they surmise. Who else would have cause to make that sound but the Woman in Black, whose true love is marrying another that very night?

· But when they get to the dungeon, Lovelace is already dead. And so Hera and Eiffel go to the miracle man’s house and they ask to buy a miracle.

· Daniel Jacobi was just fired by Prince Cutter. He’s down on his luck and tired of miracle-making. But fine, he’s intrigued by the prospect of healing someone dead. (No way he can make being dead any worse.)

· And sure, Hera and Eiffel claim it’s true love. Even Lovelace says it’s true love when Jacobi yells loud enough.

· “Yeah, true love is the greatest thing in the world, except for a nice MLT— mutton, lettuce, and tomato sandwich, when the mutton is nice and lean, and the tomato is ripe. Mmm.” —Jacobi.

· But he’s still not going to take the job. Not until Alana Maxwell, fellow miracle woman, charges up from the basement, hollering about DO IT FOR TRUE LOVE DANIEL.

· “I’m not a witch, I’m your best friend, but after what you just said, I’m not even sure I want to be that anymore!” —Maxwell.

· Still, it’s not until Hera and Eiffel promise “humiliations galore” for Cutter that Jacobi relents. He and Maxwell prepare the miracle pill and send Hera, Eiffel, and Lovelace off.

· “Have fun storming the castle!” —Jacobi.

· “Think it’ll work?” —Maxwell.

· “It’d take a miracle.” —Jacobi.

· Lovelace, when revived, is not pleased.

· “My brains, your strength, and her steel against sixty men, and you think a little head jiggle is supposed to make me happy?” —Lovelace.

· But they do have a wheelbarrow. And a magic flaming cloak. Oh boy.

· “Hera?” —Eiffel.

· “What?” —Hera.

· “I hope we win.” —Eiffel.

· ((I know I said I wasn’t gonna c/p the whole script but honestly could you blame me))

· They charge. Eiffel gets to wear the flaming cloak and pose as the captain of the Sea Wolf. The actual captain of the Sea Wolf is flopped in the back of the wheelbarrow because she still can’t walk. Miracles aren’t perfect.

· Inside the castle, Cutter and Minkowski stand before the Impressive Clergyman. Shouts and screams come from outside. And Minkowski knows, she knows, that it’s Lovelace coming to save her.

· “Oh, you mean this key!” —Warren Kepler, threatened with dismemberment.

· By the time Lovelace, Hera, and Eiffel get inside, the wedding is already over. Countess Pryce appears at the end of the hallway, six-fingered hand and all.

· “My name is Hera Sensus. You ruined my life. Prepare to die.” —Hera.

· By the time Eiffel gets back from helping Hera kick down a door to get to Pryce, Lovelace has vanished.

· In the honeymoon suite, Minkowski is about to drive a dagger into her heart when Lovelace stops her.

· “There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in the world. It would be a pity to damage yours.” —Lovelace, smooth af

· Meanwhile: “You must be that little girl I taught a lesson to all those years ago. Simply incredible. Have you been chasing me your whole life, only to fail now? I think that's the worst thing I've ever heard. How marvelous.” —Pryce.

· “I want my life back, you son of a bitch.” —Hera.

· Cutter arrives and Lovelace just starts detailing all the horrific and gory things she’s going to do to him. Cutter surrenders.

· “I’ll use small words so that you’ll be sure to understand, you warthog-faced buffoon.” —Lovelace.

· They tie up Cutter. Hera returns from killing Pryce. Eiffel turns up again with four white horses so they can ride into the sunset together. And they do!

· “They rode to freedom. And as dawn arose, Lovelace and Minkowski knew they were safe. A wave of love swept over them. And as they reached for each other… Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure.

· This one left them all behind.”

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